He would string a 'pulley system' between their houses! That way, they could communicate whenever they wanted to. The idea was genius, and as he lay back down in his bed, he had a huge grin on his face. He wasn't going to give up. That bushy-haired girl would be his friend; he would make sure of it.

Ron's wand flew back to his waiting hand as Bellatrix's features distorted into a display of rage that surpassed even what it had been at Malfoy Manor. "Pathetic!" she screeched. "A mudblood rescuing a pure blood! Do you feel no shame, boy!" she screamed at Ron, who remained unmoving, his body rigid as he continued to keep himself between Hermione and Bellatrix.

A shorter, decidedly less angsty version of No, not you.

It's 6th year, and Hermione and Ron are finally on the same page after he and Lavender go their separate ways. However, when Hermione finds the courage to tell Ron how she feels about him, his response is not what she expects. Miscommunication drives them apart until years later, but is it already too late? Magical AU

Hermione is in need of some nostalgia. Ron helps.

A few months into their friendship, Ron finally tells Harry his secret. Like most people are when they find out that Ron is a seer, Harry seems impressed. Unlike most people, though, Harry doesn't try to get any information out of him, puzzling Ron when he, instead, asks a different kind of question. "Want to sneak out and go for a fly tonight?" Ron smiles. "Hell yeah."

Written for the Minor Character Romione March Challenge!

Ron leaned his head down so that his forehead was resting on her bare shoulder. "Hermione?" he asked, his voice timid. "Mmm?" "Are you mine?"

"I'm just worried about you," he murmured. "I know you are," Hermione replied as she sat up further, scooting so that her knees touched his outer thigh. "But I'll be okay. I'm tougher than I look, you know." Ron closed his eyes. "No shit," he muttered, remembering what she had been through at Malfoy Manor just two days before.

She laughed, relieved. "Ron, you do realize that I'm the one who climbed into your lap, don't you?" He paused, but then nodded. "Well then, you have to realize that I want this. I want you." "And you bloody have me," Ron immediately replied, his hands coming up to cup her face. "I've only ever been yours."

'I did not come here for a summer romance' she internally chastised herself, even as she felt the excited butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He was definitely acting interested and she couldn't help but feel pleased, especially considering how things had gone earlier when she had first walked in. (Romione camp counselor fic. Muggle AU)

"Look," Ron sighed. "I'm not going to pretend to be old friends with you in order to get this position. I'm not fake like that. But I really do need this job, and after this interview I hope you know that I'm the best person for it. Seriously, it was like it was made just for me." Hermione said nothing as he went on. "All I'm saying is, don't count me out because of something that

At first glance, there was nothing particularly special about the man, except perhaps the vibrant color of his hair. He was certainly in a lower class than she was, his clothes told her that much. He wasn't very close, but from what she could tell, he was handsome, and was made even more so by the big goofy grin he wore on his face.

Written for Romioneweek Day 7: Free Day

Written for Romioneweek Day 6: Alternate Universe

Hermione Granger has it all- a great job, great friends, and most importantly, the love of her life at her side. But when something terrible happens, Hermione is forced to make the hard choice to give it all up to save the man that she loves. What happens when one mistake years later unravels everything?

She gave me another one of those tight-lipped smiles, and I realized that I desperately wanted to see what one of her real smiles looked like. "It's nice," she said. "Or it will be once it's decorated." I wanted to ask her if she could help me decorate it but I held my tongue, knowing that it would be an inappropriate thing to ask.

This closeness- he wanted it so bad- wanted her so bad, but he stayed still, terrified of doing something that would frighten her- something that would change her mind and make her move away from him. He bit back a groan when he felt her pepper three feather light kisses on his neck, right over his adams apple. "Ron?" she asked, her voice small and unsure. "Is this okay?"

The girl cocked her head to the side as she stared at him. "Your kind does not know about our kind, for we live in secret," said a beautiful voice that was unlike any sound that he had ever heard before. He stared at her, bewildered. Although he had clearly heard her speak, her mouth hadn't moved at all.

Hermione Granger was responsible, intelligent, and polite. Ronald Weasley was irresponsible, lazy, and impolite. The fact that they were different in every possible way made it extremely odd that the two of them had been the best of friends since they were eleven years old. Muggle AU.