“I need you two as well!” he called to Ron and Hermione, who had been skulking, half concealed, in the doorway of the sitting room. They both moved into the light, looking oddly relieved. - DH, p. 485
#romione shell cottage missing moment // nsfw-ish
#romione shell cottage missing moment // nsfw-ish
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Ron's mind zoomed back to the doorway to the sitting room, where his degenerate imagination wandered to inexplicable depths even as the bloody, cursed line on her neck glared up at him. Clearly, this meant she hadn't minded.
Right?
Ron licked his lips. "Do you?"
Hermione nodded as she looked out to the sea. The barest hint of a smirk played with the corner of her mouth. "It helps that I've known since I was eleven."
"Come off it," he managed even while the air was sucked dry from him.
"Since I was eleven, Ron," she said, teeth gritted.
"Gods, Hermione," he moaned, falling headfirst into her curls, the freesia base of his amortentia surrounding him, mingling with the scent of seaweed & saltwater. His hand found her waist
"Tell me what happened the night you destroyed the locket," she growled in his ear.