“Ouch!” Ron laughed at Hermione’s attempts to throw a snowball, but that one had hit its target--- his face.
Hermione aimed again, but missed. Ron ran over to her, grabbing her from behind and whipping her around to face him, dropping the snow out of her hand.
“I love you, Hermione,” he told her as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“I love you too, Ron,” she said right back.
He looked cautiously at her at first, then leant in for a kiss.
“Hey! Get back inside you two!” Harry laughed, “They're about to start the feast!” Ron and Hermione ignored him. He rolled his eyes and walked back inside. The two broke apart, grabbing each other by the hand, and ran inside.
~ * ~
After the feast, Hermione and Ron went up to the Gryffindor Common Room.
“Hermione, slow down!” he said incredulously, amazed at how fast she was pulling him up the steps to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
“Fi-Fizzing Whiz-Whizbee,” Hermione panted, pulling Ron through the portrait hole once the Fat Lady had opened it.
“What are you doing?” he asked slyly, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to him.
Hermione just put a finger to his lips.
You’ll see,” she said, letting go of his hand and planting a kiss on his cheek.
Ron felt his ears going red at the two lone first-years sitting in a corner of the room, watching, but he didn’t care. He had to hurriedly get Hermione’s present out of his hiding place.
He ran up to his dorm and grabbed it out from under his bed. Okay, it wasn’t the best of hiding places, but it had worked, and no one had found it.
He shook the package as he fingered the delicate wrapping that had taken him nearly an hour to finish. He wanted it to be perfect; all of it perfect, and just for her.
“Merry Christmas, Hermione,” he told her as she unwrapped the beautiful gift.
“OH, RON!” Hermione squealed in delight, putting the book in the air. “It‘s beautiful
! How did you come up with the idea for this?”
“I know you like S-P-E-W, so I thought that you would just need something to organize all of your stuff in.” he said sheepishly. It was a binder for holding all of her group membership badges, documents, and any rules to the organization.
She smiled at the thought of him not calling her club “spew,
” and pushed her present towards him.
He picked it up the gift and opened it. It was a Broom Servicing Kit. He had been needing one for his old broom for a while now.
Ron thanked her and said, “Merry Christmas, Hermione.”
“Merry Christmas Ron.”
And they indulged in one final kiss under the lights of the Christmas tree in their common room. They had another week until the next term started, and they were going to spend it together.