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This is unbelievable—I don't even know what to say! Maybe an enormous thank you, for starters.

Thank you so much.

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I realised I only had one oneshot of the mother of fandoms! That's just unheard of.

Well, here I present you a lovely Ron/Hermione oneshot.

Oh my god, she does a canon ship!
Yes I am. I happen to like them. Don't judge me. *snaps fingers*

Hermione dragged Ron into her Muggle-Studies class, and they find out they have a lesson in first aid.

Let's just say that Ron is a tad...sceptical.

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"But, I don't get it." Ron said, crossing his arms, regarding the teacher with a raised eyebrow. "Why go through the fuss of doing all this?"

He heard Hermione sigh audibly next to him.

Ron ignored her obvious disapproval, glancing around the bare room. There were only a handful students attending the class, mostly Hufflepuffs. They were probably the only reason this professor was still teaching—she had nowhere else to go. Hufflepuffs were way too nice.

There were several posters hung on the wall, portraying things like 'microwaves' and 'dishwashers'. A big rectangular thing stood buzzing in the corner of the room, images flashing by as soft chatter filled the room. It looked like a regular picture, but it was placed in an enormous box. Muggles could be so inconvenient...

"I mean," he continued, "why don't you just accio it out?"

Hermione couldn't help herself anymore. "Because, Ronald," she snapped, "when you use the accio charm it comes straight to the barer of the wand. By using accio, the object would rip it's way through the throat and flesh of the victim, resulting in a very painful death."

He crossed his arms. Know-it-all.

The teacher scraped her throat. "Thank you, miss Granger." She clapped her bony hands once, raising her voice a little to address all students. "Witches and wizards, I'm going to pick partners: we are going to practice our acquired skills for real this time."

Ron saw Hermione stiffen in his peripheral vision.

Why the hell did she drag me into this muggle studies class in the first place? He thought, filled with regret. Oh yeah, because she went crazy of my fathers questions about muggles.

"Granger, you drive me bloody nuts." Ron grumbled through gritted teeth, giving the witch a sideway glare.

She only grinned widely and crossed her arms. "Glad I do." She answered with a sneer.

I mean, it's not like one class is going to answer all my fathers questions. If I bloody–

Ron was harshly pulled out of his thoughts by the teacher's shrill voice.

"Granger, Weasley!" She said, "Scenario. Granger just choked on a Pumpkin Pastie. She stopped breathing and is dying. You are forced to preform CPR or the victim will die."

"You don't mean mouth-to-mouth do you?" He asked, his eyes growing wide.

"Naturally, mister Weasley. Do I look like a fool to you?" She turned to Hermione, "I expect you to handle this young man. You said he would behave."

"Yes, professor." Hermione grumbled, shooting daggers at Ron with her eyes.

"I am not going to fail this class because of you." She stated. A mischievous grin played on her face. "Good luck."

Ron didn't know what to do when Hermione clasped a hand around her neck, as she coughed and fake-choked on a fake piece of pastie.

Hermione collapsed onto the hardwood floor, laying as still as a statue.

He walked over to her, trying to recall the steps the teacher endlessly had listed at the beginning of the class.

He sank next to the unmoving Hermione, as the teacher stepped next to them.

"Come on then, mister Weasley, it's not like she has all the time in the world." She said, crossing her arms, and looking over her glasses perched on her pointy nose.

"Mimic heartbeat." Hermione hissed through gritted teeth.

Ron closed his eyes. He remembered.

He laced his fingers together, pressing them firmly against Grangers chest, as he gave short pulses. He didn't do it too hard: he didn't want a furious Hermione against him later.

The teacher stepped away, nodding appreciably, checking out the other students and their actions.

Ron knew what would come next.

A faint grin played on Hermione's lips, as she lay with her eyes closed on the floor.

She really thought he wouldn't do it.

Well... Don't mean to disappoint, do I?

Ron lowered his head to Hermione's, and wavering just a centimetre above her lips her eyes snapped open, looking at him in shock.

He closed the gap, their lips meeting, and well...

Victim saved.