Author: Acassha
Rating: PG-13, as ever.
Summary: Harry/Ron fluff
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR. No, really.

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There is nothing better than hot chocolate in front of a fire on a cold winter's day.

Well, actually, there is, and it comes in the form of a tall red haired boy who goes by the name of Ron Weasley.

Or Ronald if he's annoyed Hermione. Or Ginny. Or his mother.

Or Ronniekins if the twins want to aggravate him.

Which they frequently do, and are happily doing so at the moment.

They've been teasing him mercilessly all afternoon, and possibly, I think, I should go help him out.

"Fred? George? Leave Ron alone. The last thing I need is a grumpy Ron Weasley in my bed tonight"

Mrs Weasley's head turns sharply in my direction, then her face softens when she thinks I'm joking.

There is a weight against me, and I realise Ron is curled up against me. I slip an arm around his waist and hold him tight.

I feel very lucky to have him.

After realising what I stood to miss, and how precious little time we may have left, I confessed how I felt.

Well, more babbled, whilst he waited patiently.

In the end, Hermione looked up from across the other end of the common room ( I swear I never heard her come in) and said "Ron. Harry loves you"

And he smiled, and replied "I know. But it was so much fun listening to him babble Hermione"

And that started a slanging match, which turned into a cushion fight. Somewhere along the line Hermione left the room.

Needless to say, we haven't looked back since.

I would love to say that our fist time together was fantastic, but it was a bit of a farce really.

We've improved with practice, though for heaven's sake don't tell Mrs Weasley that. She may never forgive me.

I've been mulling this over too long. Ron's gone to sleep against me, and my hot chocolate is now cold goop.

But to be honest, who wants hot chocolate when you have a hot Weasley instead?

The End