"CRASH!"

A bushy-haired, brown-eyed girl awoke in utter shock as a violent thunderstorm continued to rage on just outside. Being a light sleeper, she had always hated storms. Giving up on getting anymore sleep for the night, she dragged herself out of her warm bed, and managed to get on her feet. She'd be staying at the Burrow for the next three summer months.

Well, that was alright, yes? Hermione had always loved the Burrow. It was permanently filled with some indescribable familiar warmth, which had always proved inviting to her. However, the Burrow meant Weasleys, --nine of them, to be exact-- and Weasleys, fortunately (or un…), meant Ron.

Yes, Ron Weasley. The sloppy, dull-witted, red-headed boy, who had always lacked confidence in himself. Poor as a church mouse, and possessing a well-displayed fear of spiders, he was quite the catch.

"Quite the catch?" Hermione thought to herself, standing wide-eyed at her own thoughts. "How can you possibly have a catch if you haven't exactly caught it?" Shaking her head, she blindly took a step forward in the darkness, only to have her head hit something…hard.

Muttering whatever curses came into her mind, she realized that she'd walked right into the doorway. Well, with the door being shut. Holding in a laugh at her own stupidity, she suddenly heard Ginny begin to stir. She hoped that she wouldn't be caught in such a stupid situation as this, so she quickly opened the door, walked outside, and shut it.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she looked around at her new surroundings. It was still the Burrow, yes, and she found herself in the shabby hallway that led to the various bedrooms the house contained. Listening further down the hall, she heard a chainsaw. No, wait. It was only snoring. But she had to admit that it was pretty loud…

Curiosity getting the best of her, as it usually did, being friends with Harry Potter, she followed the sound. Upon following the source of the sound, her feet stopped at Ron Weasley's doorway. Putting a hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh, she finally found what she was looking for.

There he was. The love of her life sprawled out on his bed, snoring open-mouthed. Satisfied with the results of her little quest, she slowly shut the door. Just as it was nearly shut, it let out a long, awful creeeeeak.

To her horror, she heard Ron mutter something inaudible, and just as she was about to bolt—

"Mione?" Ron said sleepily, sitting up.

Caught in her tracks, Hermione was forced to stand by the door that was now quite ajar.

"Perhaps it would have been better to have slammed it instead…" she thought quietly.