2020
“Look at me!”
“No!”
“Look at me!”
“No!”
“Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley, look at me.”
She lifted her head and was met with the signature lopsided grin of her husband leaning against the doorway to her office and holding up a mistletoe above his head.
“Ron, please you’re 40 years old.”
“Come over,” Ron simply stated.
“No.”
“Love, please move that pretty ass of yours from the chair you’re sitting on and come here.”
She let out a deep sigh and looked him up and down, her eyes ending on his face again. That stupid grin.
She stood up and walked over to him to peck him on the lips. When she pulled away she saw that his grin had grown even wider, “you’re happy now?”
“Very,” he pecked her lips again.
“Good,” Hermione turned around and Ron smacked her ass as she walked back to her desk.
“You work too much, love.”
“You’ve been telling me that since we were thirteen.”
“And you still won’t listen.”
Hermione gave him her signature ‘don’t-test-me’ look and Ron lifted his hand in defeat and strolled backwards out of the room. Hermione chuckled and shook her head before returning to her paperwork.
Ron peeked his head back into the room, “tell me you love me please.”
She sighed, “I love you Ron, but if you keep annoying me I might not show you how much I do later tonight.”
“Say less,” he saluted and was out the door again.
Hermione laughed again. At least he’s my dork and no one else's.