forgiveness ; r&h

      “— Hey Mione? D’you think… well, I know I ruined the Yule Ball for you and all….” 

They were lazing about Grimmauld Place, waiting for Harry to show up eventually. Mrs. Weasley was busying herself with making sure he had dinner waiting for him, and Ron and Hermione had escaped her for a respite from cleaning. He stood up, smoothing down his pyjama top before offering her a hand.

           “Wot I mean is, could I make it up to you? ‘m a shite dancer but…” When her hand was placed into his, he helped pull her up to her feet, before pulling her closer. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he placed a hand on her waist before quickly leaning in to kiss her cheek.

              “—Sorry for ruining it. Y’looked really nice.”

         Honestly, he had caught her off guard. She hadn’t been thinking about the Yule Ball – had actually forgotten about it for a good while there. Yes, remembering the incidents of the Ball, she would normally become quite spiteful at the mention, but the way he had said it seemed to play to his favor; she did not feel mad and was rather calm.

  When his arm wrapped around her waist, she felt just at home, as though this was where she belonged. A smile which was impossible to hide came forth at the kiss, her cheeks tinted pink as embarrassment flushed over her.

                                      “–you’ve already made up for it, Ron.
                                                            Really, you have.”