Waking Up: Another Day in the Weasley-Granger Household
Hermione's eyes slowly fluttered open. The scene around her came into picture, blurs coming into focus. Lying cushioned in her warm bed, the blankets snuggled cozily over her in an envelope of affection, she felt…safe. Sleeping so close to her she could feel his body heat, a certain red-haired, freckled boy – no, man – lay on his side, looking thoroughly, to say the least, deep in sleep. He was in that old Chudley Cannon's t-shirt he always wore and some boxers, his hair sticking up adorably in several places. With him looking so boyishly cute as ever, she couldn't resist tangling a hand into his ginger locks and kissing him playfully on the nose.
"Wake up, Weasley king," she said in a sing-songy voice.
He groaned in response, his body jerking awake.
"Merlin, whydya hafta wake me up so bloody early? Five more minutes, 'Mione," he moaned and turned face down into his pillow. Hermione checked the clock.
"Ron, it's past noon! Honestly, you're being ridiculous." She got up and pulled open the curtains. Sunlight flooded into the room. She looked back at Ron. He lay obliviously, his face sunken into the depths of the soft object that cushioned his head. Hermione sighed in frustration. What to do? Suddenly, an idea came to her. She went back over to the bed and promptly yanked the pillow out from under his face.
"Oomph," said Ron drowsily, "what'd you have to go and do that for?"
Painstakingly slow, he lifted up from the sea of sheets and sat up, leaning against the bedpost sleepily. She said curtly, "Well, you were certainly taking long enough to get out of bed, so I thought I'd go and speed things up a bit."
He moaned in response.
She sighed.
"Honestly Ron, how can you possibly be tired? You had nearly 16 hours of sleep!" she said in exasperation.
Rather indignantly, he said, "Honestly 'Mionegive a poor guy a break." He scooted over closer to her, who was now sitting on the bed, and wrapped his arm around her waist, sliding her up against him. She smiled; her annoyance melted. She gently leaned her head onto his shoulder, and cuddled close to him. They stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the moment, taking in each other's warmth and each other's company.
"Not cross at me now, are you?" he said rather gullibly, with a grin on his face, rashly breaking the silence.
Wrong thing to say, Weasley.
She suddenly got stern again. "Well Ronald, if you keep insisting on being such a wart-head, then you can forget that lasting much longer," she said smartly, and abruptly left the bed.
Oh bollocks.
Another score for Ron, the Weasley King.
Well, anyways, he'd think about this later…meanwhile, why not just go back to sleep?...
The End
A/N: What do you think? Just sort of popped into my head one day when I was watching the part of GoF when Hermione wakes up Harry and Ron. Please review!!
