1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy
6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. DADA 10. Arithmancy
11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room
16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade
21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House Elf 25. Sorting Hat
26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensive 30. Feast
31. Dress Robes 32. Common Room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood
36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell
41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Angela 45. Torch
46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49.Yule Ball 50. Boggart
51. Act 52. Bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg On
56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke
61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze
66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70. Teem
71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. X-tinguish 75. Yodel
76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. Author's Choice 79. Author's Choice 80. Author's Choice
81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish
86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. Sweet Tooth 89. Past 90. Present
91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball
96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework

Disclaimer for all 100 drabbles: I don't own Harry Potter. =)
Also, I've been posting these on Fanfiction.net as well.
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100. Homework.

“Please, Hermione,” Ron begged.

“Absolutely not, Ronald Weasley,” she snapped back, at wits' end. Would it kill them to do their homework without her help?

He scowled, turning to Harry. “Talk to her, mate. She listens to you better.”

Harry shook his head. “I’m not getting into this one. No way.”

“He’s right,” she told him. “Do you own homework, or better yet, get Harry to help you.”

He gave her a frustrated look, before turning to Harry. “Please. Mum will kill me if I fail anything this year.”

Hermione looked to the heavens, and then sighed. “Give it here.”

So it's their sixth year, and Ron wants Hermione to help him with his homework. Late at night, in the common room.

61. Kiss

“Don’t you dare, Ronald,” she hissed, evading his reach.

“Don’t what?” he asked innocently as he set the table.

“Harry’s here, dimwit. D’you want to get caught snogging by your sister and best friend?”

“They’re both old enough to know we kiss. We have two children, ‘Mione, how else d’you think they came about?” he asked, moving close and catching her wrist.

“Please refrain until they leave, Ron.”

He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “I’ll refrain,” he promised.

She smiled and kissed him back. “I love you,” she told him.

He smiled back. “I love you too, ‘Mione.”

69. Slap

He backed away slowly from her, judging her angry mood correctly. “’Mione, c’mon. It was all done in good humor.”

Her eyes flashed at him. Good humor? She’d show him good humor. “Don’t ‘Mione’ me, Ronald,” she scowled at him. “Good humor,” she scoffed. “Do you want to get killed? We’re in the middle of a war, you idiot.”

Taking a risk, he stepped forward. “Calm down, honey, we didn’t mean anything by it.”

Her hand cracked against his cheek. Feeling marginally better, she smiled.

“Oiy, why’d you slap me?” Ron asked angrily, rubbing his cheek.

“Don’t call me honey.”

6. Divination

Hermione dashed to the Divination tower to wait for Ron and Harry. She couldn’t believe they were still in this class. Divination was a farce, as far as she was concerned.

Finally, they walked out, talking about how annoying the class was.

“Why do you two take it if it’s so annoying?” she asked.

Ron rolled his eyes. “We have this conversation every single time after class,” he said.

“Because you two always talk about how awful it is every time,” she shot back.

Their fight continued in that vein, as always.

Harry rolled his eyes. There they went again.

33. Classroom

Hermione pointed toward the nearest classroom, fed up with Ron’s antics. “Now, Ron.”

He rolled his eyes. Couldn’t she wait until they got back to the common room to yell, so there were witnesses?

“Ronald Weasley,” she began stiffly.

Stiff was never good for him… “Yes?” he sighed.

“We’re patrolling,” she stressed.

He interrupted. “Yes, I know. We’re patrolling. Behave, act like a prefect, we have to be on our best behaviors because people look up to us, blah, blah.” He shrugged. “I’ve heard it a millions times. ‘Mione, I’m never going to learn.”

She sighed. That was for sure.

49. Yule Ball

Hermione descended down the stairs, smiling from ear to ear. She had never been more confident in herself in her entire life.

It was the dress. It flowed down her, accenting her figure flatteringly. The color brought the pink out in her cheeks that was helped by the blush that Ginny had made her wear.

Her hair was tamed, and had been brushed and twisted until Ginny and Lavender were satisfied that it fit ‘her look’. There were about ten pounds of hair spray and a few charms to make sure it stayed put.

All Ron could do was stare.

27. Owl

“Hermione!!!” yelled Ron.

“What?” she shouted back, harried. She had just finished dealing with Rose’s tantrum, and changing Hugo’s clothing. Hugo had the flu, and Rose was probably catching it – she was more irritable than usual.

“You have an owl,” he said, as he walked into Hugo’s room and leaned against the doorjamb.

She threw him a look. “Deal with your daughter,” she told him. “I’ll be right there.”

Ron grinned at her. “She’s just tired. And it’s from Ginny,” he added.

Hermione glared at him. “Go. Rose. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said laughingly, straightening.

She sighed. Same old Ron.

99. Newspaper

She grabbed the paper from the fireplace, and tried to blow the soot off of it. Stubbornly, it all stayed on. She wasn’t the one who wanted to read it, so she shrugged and dropped it where Ron usually sat, and started making breakfast. It was Sunday, and her day to cook.

Ron came downstairs, bleary-eyed and stumbled over to her. “Hey ‘Mione,” he mumbled, giving her a quick kiss.

“G’morning,” she said, smiling at his lack of coherency.

“Love you,” he mumbled again, pouring coffee.

“Love you too,” she laughed.

Ahh, mornings in the Weasley household. She loved them.

26. Quill

“Hey, ‘Mione,” Ron hissed under his breath at her.

“What?” she whispered back.

“D’you have a quill I can borrow?”

She and Harry exchanged a look. His ‘borrowing’ was legendary. She had never gotten a single quill back from him. Fed up with it, she went to Fred and George and purchased one of their special quills.

Pretending to be annoyed, she rolled her eyes and dug into her bag for the quill. She handed it to him, and then waited.

The quill roared and exploded into streamers. Ron gasped. He turned to Hermione accusingly. “Hermione!”

She and Harry grinned.

Sorry if Hermione seems a bit OOC. Pretend she's been hanging out with Fred and George a lot. lOl.

63. Mooch

“Hey, Harry?”

“No,” he replied, knowing exactly what he wanted.

“But...” he began, before Hermione interrupted this time.

“Ron, stop trying to beg food off of people,” she told him without looking up from her book.

Ron rolled his eyes. “C’mon Harry. Just one.”

“It’s never just one,” he said.

“C’mon,” he pleaded.

“No.”

Ron sneaked a glance at Hermione, trying to find an ally. Finding none, he turned back to Harry. “Please?”

Hermione sighed, giving in. He would never shut up until he got it. Seven years of him had taught her that. “Just give up, Harry.”

Ron grinned.

Sixth year, going to Hogwarts, and Ron's hungry.

87. Plaid

“Hermione?” Ron choked out from their room.

“Yes, Ron?” she called, forcing impatience into her voice. “Are you almost done? We’re going to be late.” Actually, they weren’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Er, are you sure this is what we’re supposed to wear?”

She fought the smile from her voice. “Yes, Ron,” she called again, readying the camera. “Come on, Ron, let’s go.”

Ron came out, tugging down the plaid kilt he was wearing, swearing.
She snapped a picture.

He glanced up, and saw the camera. “Hermione!!”

“April Fools,” she laughed. “Now go put on real clothes.”

Again, sorry if she seems a bit OOC. She's been hanging out with George again. lOl.

52. Bore

Ron groaned. “I’ve heard it a million times, Hermione. Please, don’t quote again. We can’t do it because somewhere in Hogwarts, A History it says that we can’t because of some charm or something.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t going to say that. I was actually going to say that this is a good idea.”

Ron and Harry shared a glance.

“You’re not going to be a bore and drone on about how it’s a bad idea?” Ron asked incredulously.

“Nope,” Hermione told him. “I’ve decided to try and be more open to fun.”

Ron grinned. “Let’s do it.”

46. Dungeon

Hermione walked down to the dungeon with Harry and Ron. They had detention, and for some reason, she had gotten roped into walking down there with them. She wasn’t quite sure how Ron had twisted her around until she agreed to go with them.

Ron kept stealing glances toward her, hoping she didn’t notice him watching her. She was so adorable when she was puzzling things out.

She felt him flicking glances at her, and she puzzled more about that. Did Ron like her? Like like her?

Ronald Weasley. Best friend for six years. Now, boyfriend material.

She smiled. Finally.

57. Gape

Hermione walked down the aisle with her father at her side. She felt like a princess. The way she felt at the Yule Ball had nothing on this, on what she was feeling now.

Ron looked up nervously. His mouth dropped open when he saw her.

A smile crept across her face when she saw his expression. God, she loved this man. A woman could do well with a guy who gaped at her in shock when he saw her.

“I love you, Ron” she mouthed at him.

He managed to stop gaping and mouth back: “I love you, too.”

I used Wikipedia, and found that Hermione went to Australia and undid the Memory Charm on her parents - hence her father walking her down the aisle at her wedding.

19. Wand

Hermione looked at Ron. She couldn’t believe their daughter was picking out her wand.

Ron reached to take Hermione’s hand and squeezed. She smiled gratefully, then turned to Rose. “Now, Rose, please don’t break this wand like your father did.”

Rose looked up wide-eyed. “Dad broke his wand?”

Hermione grinned. “He did. Then when he tried to use it, it always backfired.”

Ron turned red. “Let it be known I used it defending your mother’s honor.”

Rose turned to her father. “You did?”

“Of course. Even then I loved her.”

“Awwwwwww,” Rose smiled. “Now, can we look for my wand?”

Eleven year old girls... lOl.

45. Torch
Proposal Part One

“Hey, Hermione?”

She turned around to see Ron standing behind her. She smiled. “Thank you for an amazing night, Ron.”

He half-smiled back, shifting nervously. “So, um. I’m not sure how to do this.”

“Do what?”

He took a deep breath, and went down on one knee.

“Hermione Granger, I’ve loved you for what seems like forever. Will you marry me?”

A smile crept across her face. Ron had carried a torch for her? For years?

“Yes. Of course I will.”

Ron smiled, relieved. “I love you,” he said, standing up.

“I love you, too,” she replied, hugging him close.

78. Author’s Choice #1
Proposal Part Two

He picked her up and swung her around.

She squealed, her arms going around his neck instinctively. “Ron, what are you doing?”

“Being spontaneous,” he laughed.

“C’mon, Ron, put me down,” she grinned.

He did so, before kissing her soundly on the lips. “I love you,” he repeated.

She gave him a longer kiss. “Love you, too.”

“Let’s stay here for a while, and then we can go tell everyone.”

Hermione smiled. “Who knew you could come up with a smart idea.”

He pretended to be insulted. “I can be smart.”

Laughing, she kissed him. “It’s why I love you.”

This goes directly from the one right before this - Torch. It literally picks right up where it left off.

79. Author’s Choice #2 – Roller Coasters

“C’mon, Ron, it can’t be worse than riding a broom,” Hermione laughed, tugging on his hand.

He looked at the wooden structure towering before him, looking slightly green already. “How’d I get talked into this again?”

“C’mon, Ron. Please? For me?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hermione, I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he said slowly, watching people fly by at sickening speeds.

“Surely you aren’t afraid of a roller coaster? You fly around on a broomstick daily, trying to avoid Bludgers and angry Chasers. This can’t be that bad.”

He nodded. “Yes, it can be.”

For my friend who probably won’t read this because it’s a romance fic, Dream of roller coasters. Annnnnd... Hermione talked Ron into going to a Muggle amusement park, and Ron's wary of trying out a roller coaster.

36. Muggle

“Ron, please act normal,” Hermione plead. “You’re meeting my parents. For the love of Merlin, act normal.”

Ron looked affronted. “Are you saying that you don’t like the way I am?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. But they’re Muggles. They don’t understand anything about magic. They’re dentists, for heaven’s sake.”

“So, they’re boring?”

“No!” Hermione sighed. “Just, please try?”

He sighed. “Fine. For you,” he added. “But no promises!”

“That’s all that I ask,” she smiled, kissing him.

Grinning, he pulled back. “So, ‘Mione,” he began mischievously. “What exactly is normal?”

Hermione simply laughed, shaking her head.

7. Care of Magical Creatures

He looked down to see someone’s hand clamped on his wrist. He had seen that hand thousands of times – he had watched it write, watched it perform thousands of spells and charms, and watched it point out mistakes in his homework.

It was Hermione.

Worried for Harry, granted, but she was holding his hand.

And he found he didn’t mind.

He looked up.

She had an odd expression on her face.

Quickly, each pulled away, stepping apart.

Neither was sure of the other one, so they avoided each other’s gaze.

Still, the feeling of her hand on his wrist lingered.

This is taken from the third movie, when Harry's attempting to approach Buckbeak.

66. Pace

He paced.

“She sent me out for air!” he said yet again, shoving his hand through his hair.

Harry, who had been watching him for the past thirty minutes, tried not to laugh. “You were taking up all the air. Calm down. Everything’ll be fine.”

“Fine. Right.” He took a deep breath.

Harry grinned. “Now go in there and hold her hand.”

“Okay.” He turned back to Hermione’s room and stepped inside.

Hermione looked up, smiling at him. “You okay?”

“Never better,” he replied, crossing to her. “I love you, Hermione.”

She took his hand. “I love you, too, Ronald.”

Hermione's giving birth to Rose, their first child, and Ron is completely freaking out.

50. Boggart

She burst out of the trunk where the boggart was, screaming. Ron and Harry, who were already through the course, ran towards her.

“Hermione? What’s the matter?”

She froze. She couldn’t tell everyone – especially Ron – that she had seen Ron die. She had stood there, staring at him, before screaming, horrified.

“P-P-Professor McGonagall! Sh-she said I’d failed everything!” she lied. It was convincingly plausible.

Ron snickered. She was too shaken to care. Ron and Harry moved closer. She nearly leaned into Ron before catching herself. Even shaken, she had pride.

Still, she took comfort from his hand on her back.

Lupin is the one asking Hermione's what's wrong, but I didn't have enough words to say so. Um... It's their third year DADA exam, and Hermione's attempting the boggart potion of the exam.

81. Depression

Part One of Four

Ron stared morosely into the fire at their flat.

Harry sighed. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” he sighed.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t believe that. Is it Hermione?” he guessed.

Ron’s head whipped around to face him. “Wha-? H-how’d you know?”

Harry laughed. “Because it’s obvious. What’s wrong?”

Ron turned a bright shade of red. “I don’t know how to ask her out,” he admitted.

Harry thought for a minute, before an idea hit him. “Truth or dare.”

Ron looked confused. “Truth or dare?”

“A muggle game that…” Harry began.

The door opened. “Hello, boys. What’s up?” Hermione asked.

In my world, Harry, Hermione, and Ron share a flat, and it's only a couple - as in two, or three - years after Hogwarts. Ron still hasn't asked Hermione out.

54. Dare

Part Two of Four

“Truth or dare, Hermione?”

She hated this game. “Truth,” she sighed, resigned to playing.

Harry grinned. “D’you like Ron?”

Giving him a death glare, she shrugged.

“Not an answer.”

“Damnit. Yes.”

Silence greeted her answer. She looked down, and refused to look up.

It was Ron’s turn. He chose dare.

“Ask Hermione out.”

Her head snapped up.

Ron looked shell-shocked. She spoke, as if it she didn’t care. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have too. Really.”

“I want to.” He said firmly. “D’you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?”

A radiant smile crept across her face. “Absolutely.”

This pickes up pretty much right after the last one, maybe a week later, so that Harry can explain truth or dare to Ron.

20. Hogsmeade

Part Three of Four

Hermione could barely believe it. She was at Hogsmeade. With Ron. On a date!

She, of all people, was on a date with Ron. She felt like she was floating. She had never expected him to agree to Harry’s dare, but she wasn’t going to complain.

“Are you ever going to stop grinning?” Ron teased.

“Wha-? Oh, I suppose so,” she said, trying to tone down the smile.

“I was kidding, Hermione. You look…” he trailed off, unwilling to voice his opinion.

“I look what?” she asked, confused, looking down at herself.

He turned bright red. “Beautiful when you smile.”