Headcanon

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In the summer before
Harry’s second year, just after Harry and Hagrid got out of Knockturn Alley and
ran into Hermione, some of the soot from Harry’s Floo-Powder experience had ended
up all over Hermione’s clothes and face (it was very windy that day).

Ron turned up,
slightly ahead of the rest of his family.

‘Harry- are you okay?’
Ron exclaimed, looking relieved ‘Oh- hi Hermione- good to see yo- what the?You’re both
covered in soot!’

Ron pulled out a
handkerchief from his pocket, spat into it, and began wiping the soot from
Harry’s cheek.

‘Geroff, Ron, I’m fine!’
Harry muttered, trying to fight him off. Trust Ron to start acting
like a mother-hen…

‘Well, now you are!’
muttered Ron, removing his handkerchief from Harry’s face ‘Honestly- I turn my
back for five minutes and you two look like you’ve gone through a coal-mine!’

‘Ron…’ Harry gasped,
looking surprised ‘What are you doing?’

‘What? How do you
mean-?’

Ron broke off. He had
started dabbing Hermione’s cheek with the handkerchief, and was firmly but softly cupping her
face with his other hand. Hermione’s face was turning a bright pink
colour, and her eyes had grown to the size of dinner-plates.

Ron immediately let go
of her face, and stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket, his face
burning.

‘Sorry’ he mumbled, not
meeting Hermione’s eyes.

Harry stifled a giggle
behind his hand, as the rest of the Weasley family neared them.

Hermione tenderly touched the spot where Ron’s hand had been, her face still pink.