Ron groaned and buried his face in his arms. Across the crowded common room, his best friend had just interrupted what appeared to be a rather impassioned rant by a certain dramatic blond prat by kissing him square on the mouth. It was, horrifically, an extremely effective strategy.
When she saw the source of his distress, Hermione reached over, patting him on the head in what was probably intended to be a comforting gesture. “At least it’s better than fighting,” she said conciliatorily.
Ron glanced back up to see that the pair were now snogging enthusiastically and grimaced.
“Is it?”
For the @drarrymicrofic prompt Better Than Fighting