Part of a commission I’m doing for a friend’s wedding involving drawing lots of fictional couples! So here’s a Ron and Hermione.
“I’m Hermione Granger. And you are?”
“Uh, Ron Weasley.”
“Pleasure.”
“This is mental. You are mental,” he said exasperatedly, shaking his head in disbelief at the sight before him.
“You promised you’d help me anyways,” she smirked. There was no way in hell she’d let him out of helping her pack now. Seeing him sweat, muscles bunching in strain as he stacked and carried boxes of her beloved books was only part of the reason she’d coerced him into helping her move.
A huge part, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands.”
