Author: Caera (green_kiwigirl)
Summary: Hermione's putting Ron to bed because he had a little too much to drink. (This starts very abruptly, be warned!!). Post HBP, during the Horcrux-hunt.
Rating: G, whatever the summary may sound like, :P
Word Count: 192
He turns over and mumbles a soft “Thank you, Mum.” She has to smile at this, because the sweetness of his tone, the way he looks laying there, relaxed and cherubic and fully five years old… it all combines to make her forget, just for a minute, that there’s a war, and that she hasn’t seen her parents in ages, and she has to live every day with that hollow, sinking pit of fear in her stomach.
She kisses the tip of his freckled nose, and he twitches it, rabbit-like. She laughs, and pulls the blanket further over him. Snuggling into it, he lets out a soft whistling breath (smelling of Ogden's Firewhiskey, Hermione notes), and murmurs something unintelligible.
There’s something so unguarded and pure about him, so different from when he’s awake. She loves both sides, but especially this vulnerability.
Climbing up onto the bed, she lifts the blanket and slides under, pressing against him and nuzzling her face into his neck. He sighs heavily but doesn’t wake, and she wraps her arms around him. “Goodnight, Ron,” she whispers into his perfect, freckled skin and closes her eyes to drift off.
Sappy? Silly? Weird? Let me know what you think!