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It was a sleepy morning in the Burrow; the occupants were either still sleeping or padding around the house silently.
Hermione Granger was one of those who were still sleeping. Ron Weasely walked into Hermione's, previously Percy's, room, and stared down at her. She lay on her side, the brown curls of her hair spilling over her face.
"She looks so different when she sleeps... more... I dunno," Ron thought, gazing down at the sleeping girl. Suddenly, Hermione's eyelids snapped open. She sat up straight in her bed, breathing heavily as if she had just had a bad dream. She did not seem to notice him for a few seconds, recovering from her nightmare. Then she turned to him.
"Ronald Weasely, what are you DOING here?!" She shrieked, pulling her blanket higher up her body.
"Mione, calm down. I was just passing," Ron said, holding up his hands in mock defense, grinning.
"First off, NEVER, EVER call me Mione again. Second, if you were passing, then why are you standing far off from the door? I'm not that thick, Ron. Third, where in the WORLD did you get those pajamas?!" Hermione said, relaxing and letting the blankets drop to their natural state.
"First off, why not? It's a cute nickname. Second, because I'm bored and I was wandering around the house. Third, I LIKE these pajamas. The better question is, Miss Granger, where in the world did you get THAT?" Ron said, pointing to Hermione's nightclothes.
"My mom bought it for me, its not like I go prancing around in it," Hermione said quickly, reddening and pulling the blankets over the deep red camisole she was wearing. "Besides, when I got dressed last night, I certainly wasn't expecting to wake up to my best friend staring at me."
"I am NOT staring!" Ron exclaimed, his ears turning a slight shade of pink.
"Then get out! I need to get dressed!" Hermione said, raising a pillow to throw at him.
Ron turned around to leave, but then stopped halfway with a mischievous smile on his face. "I could just, you know, stay here. I've already seen you half naked anyway," He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"RONALD WEASELY, GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE!" Hermione said, chucking the pillow with considerable strength, hitting Ron square in the face.
"Oww... jeez, Mione, you should try out for Chaser..." Ron said, rubbing his nose and exiting the room. He closed the door behind him, cutting off a shriek of "NEVER CALL ME THAT!"
Ron went back into his own bedroom, sighing. What was it about her that was different when she slept? Was it that she looked like an angel? Ron shook that thought out of his head. She doesn't look like an angel, he told himself. It was just the lighting. It was the sunlight right behind her. She's hot when she's sleeping, a little voice in the back of his head said. He quickly brushed that thought out of his head. She is NOT hot, you just haven't seen any real girls in awhile, he told himself firmly. You think she's hot, the voice in the back of his head said gleefully. His thoughts were awakened by a loud shriek coming from downstairs. Ron ran down to see what was wrong.
"What?!" He said, seeing Hermione jumping up and down happily.
"STRAIGHT O'S ON MY O.W.L.'S!" She exclaimed, jumping on Ron with a letter clutched in her hand. Ron carefully pried the ecstatic girl off of him.
"Good job, Hermione!" Ron said, glad to be able to breathe again.
Hermione, still grinning from ear to ear, pushed a sealed envelope into Ron's palm. "This one's yours. I gotta go tell Ginny!" Hermione dashed up the stairs.
"Nutter..." Ron muttered, smiling. He opened his letter, carefully putting his supplies list on the table, next to Hermione's. He pulled out another piece of folded paper, holding his breath. He opened it. STRAIGHT O'S!!!!!!! He yelled in triumph, pumping his fist in the air.
Harry Potter stumbled down the stairs, hair even messier than usual. "What's the shouting 'bout?" He mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"O.W.L's arrived today," Ron said, munching on an apple. "Hermione and I got straight O's."
"You?! Straight O's?! You're kidding, right? Even on POTIONS?" Harry said in disbelief, suddenly wide-awake.
"Yep. Guess Hermione's nagging rubbed off on me," Ron said, spraying tiny drops of apple juice from his mouth accidentally while he talked.
"And I thought I'd never see the day... so, where's mine?" Harry said, grinning.
"Over there, I think." Ron pointed to 2 unopened letters on the kitchen table. Harry strode over to them and picked his up. Breaking the seal effortlessly, he took out the piece of paper and unfolded it. He stared at it, looking like he was in a state of shock.
"What'ja get?" Ron said, flipping through a Chudley Cannons magazine.
"Well..." Harry said sounding very disappointed.
"What? Is it bad?" Ron asked, tearing his eyes away from a particularly eye- catching ad for a Firebolt.
"STRAIGHT O'S!!!" Harry yelled, breaking out of his sad act.
"Woohoo! You know what?" Ron exclaimed.
"What?"
"I THINK IT'S TIME FOR A VICTORY DANCE!"
"YES INDEED!" The two boys hooked arms and started turning around, switching arms every 5 seconds.
Hermione and Ginny came down the stairs at that very moment.
"Uh, I'm afraid to ask, but what in Merlin's name are you doing?!" Ginny said, taking a step back up the stairs as the spinning duo came precariously close to them.
Ron immediately stopped, suddenly finding his big toe fascinating, but Harry just hooked arms with Ginny and continued to dance. She laughed and went along.
Hermione looked strangely at Ron. "What?" He asked, noticing this.
"Oh, nothing," She huffed, picking up her abandoned supplies list. Suddenly, a piece of paper fell out of the folds of the list. "What's this?" Hermione said quietly, unfolding it. Her eyes skimmed the list, and she gasped sharply and dropped it.
"What? What did it say?" Ron said, tearing his narrowed eyes away from his sister and Harry dancing and laughing.
"Ron... Harry... perhaps you should check yours too," Hermione said faintly, still staring at the piece of parchment. Harry and Ginny stopped dancing; plainly hearing that Hermione was not at all well.
Harry shook out his supplies list, but nothing fell out. Ron shook his out, a look of confusion etched across his face, and a piece of parchment. Hermione breathed a huge sigh of relief at this.
"Oh, good, it's you, Ron. I was hoping it would be you... seeing as how Harry didn't get it" Hermione sighed. She shot a look at Ginny, who was smirking, having a non-existant conversation with her.
Ron unfolded his paper. He read it at a considerably slower rate than Hermione, and Harry and Ginny waited with bated breath to find out what it said.
"WHAT?!" Ron shrieked, sounding momentarily like a girl in his moment of shock. He dropped the piece of parchment, letting it flutter slowly to the ground. He slumped back in his chair and ran a large hand through his hair.
"This... this is bloody unbelievable..." Ron whispered. Ginny peered over Hermione's shoulder and read the paper aloud.
"Dear Ms. Granger, you and several other students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry have been selected to go on an exchange trip. This trip is to promote world-wide unity, and teach you about other cultures of the world. The Gryffindor team, consisting of you and another Gryffindor will transfer to Chicklegs School of Magic for the rest of the year. Chicklegs School of Magic is located in south-western Canada. In your place, two students will come to Hogwarts. The other house teams will transfer to Japan, Africa, and Brazil. You will have to be at Kings Cross at 10 o' clock on the first of September, to catch an early train with the teachers. You may use the special Floo powder at Hogwarts to transport to Chicklegs. I hope you will make many friends and enjoy this trip. Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall," Ginny finished with disbelief. She glanced over at Ron, who was still staring into space blankly. "Same with you?"
"Y-yeah..." Ron said tonelessly.
"Well, at least you'll get to get away from Malfoy and Snape for awhile!" Harry said, trying to lighten the mood. Hermione just looked at him, and Ron stood up and started to climb up the stairs.
"What are you doing?" Hermione said, looking over at Ron.
"Going back to bed. This is a dream. It HAS to be," Ron said, looking like he finally knew what was going on. "I mean, first you this morning, then this Chicklegs thing, it can't be real." He trudged up the rest of the stairs and went into his room, closing the door behind him.
Ginny looked strangely over at Hermione as soon as she heard the door click shut. "What does he mean, 'you this morning'?"
Harry glanced over at the two girls, plainly wanting to know what Ron meant, too.
Hermione reddened. "Er, nothing... maybe he meant the excitement about OWLs? I'm not usually a morning person so maybe it came as a shock to Ron. Or maybe-"She babbled, plainly searching for a legitimate answer.
"Hermione, just spill it. It's not like we're gonna make fun of you or anything," Harry said, propping his head up on his elbow.
"Okay, but you have to PROMISE not to laugh," Hermione pleaded.
"Okay," Harry said impatiently.
"I make no promises," Ginny said simply, a grin already forming on her face.
"GINNY!!!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Fine, fine, but if it's hilarious, I may need to run to the bathroom," Ginny said, winking.
"Oh, jeez," Hermione said, looking at her shoes. "Well, erm, this morning, I woke up to see Ron..."
"You SLEPT with my brother?! Hermione, that's not funny, that's just GROSS," Ginny exclaimed, shaking her head.
"NO! No, no noooo! I meant that I woke up and he was staring at me," Hermione yelled, her face now resembling a tomato.
"Oh, so he was like ogling you in your sleep? Oh, that's even grosser," Ginny said quickly, before Hermione could continue.
"ANYWAY," Hermione said loudly, glaring at Ginny, who had a wide smile on. "I was wearing some, uh, interesting sleepwear, and he was pretty shocked."
"By interesting do you mean like skanky or like teddy bear pajamas?" Ginny said offhandedly, examining some dirt underneath her nails.
"Er... the first one. Don't look at me like that! My mom bought it and... well... I like it!" Hermione exclaimed, seeing Harry's questioning look.
"So, what does it look like? How did he react?" Ginny said, sitting high in her chair, looking hungry for details.
"I think this is a girl thing... plus I don't want to hear the details about your lingerie," Harry said, casting a slightly odded out look at Hermione, who reddened at his words. "I'm gonna go see if Ron's okay." He trudged up the stairs.
"Soooo? SPILL HERMIONE!" Ginny said, tapping her fingers together.
"See, this is the problem with being friends with girls," Hermione laughed, leaning back in her chair.
It was a sleepy morning in the Burrow; the occupants were either still sleeping or padding around the house silently.
Hermione Granger was one of those who were still sleeping. Ron Weasely walked into Hermione's, previously Percy's, room, and stared down at her. She lay on her side, the brown curls of her hair spilling over her face.
"She looks so different when she sleeps... more... I dunno," Ron thought, gazing down at the sleeping girl. Suddenly, Hermione's eyelids snapped open. She sat up straight in her bed, breathing heavily as if she had just had a bad dream. She did not seem to notice him for a few seconds, recovering from her nightmare. Then she turned to him.
"Ronald Weasely, what are you DOING here?!" She shrieked, pulling her blanket higher up her body.
"Mione, calm down. I was just passing," Ron said, holding up his hands in mock defense, grinning.
"First off, NEVER, EVER call me Mione again. Second, if you were passing, then why are you standing far off from the door? I'm not that thick, Ron. Third, where in the WORLD did you get those pajamas?!" Hermione said, relaxing and letting the blankets drop to their natural state.
"First off, why not? It's a cute nickname. Second, because I'm bored and I was wandering around the house. Third, I LIKE these pajamas. The better question is, Miss Granger, where in the world did you get THAT?" Ron said, pointing to Hermione's nightclothes.
"My mom bought it for me, its not like I go prancing around in it," Hermione said quickly, reddening and pulling the blankets over the deep red camisole she was wearing. "Besides, when I got dressed last night, I certainly wasn't expecting to wake up to my best friend staring at me."
"I am NOT staring!" Ron exclaimed, his ears turning a slight shade of pink.
"Then get out! I need to get dressed!" Hermione said, raising a pillow to throw at him.
Ron turned around to leave, but then stopped halfway with a mischievous smile on his face. "I could just, you know, stay here. I've already seen you half naked anyway," He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"RONALD WEASELY, GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE!" Hermione said, chucking the pillow with considerable strength, hitting Ron square in the face.
"Oww... jeez, Mione, you should try out for Chaser..." Ron said, rubbing his nose and exiting the room. He closed the door behind him, cutting off a shriek of "NEVER CALL ME THAT!"
Ron went back into his own bedroom, sighing. What was it about her that was different when she slept? Was it that she looked like an angel? Ron shook that thought out of his head. She doesn't look like an angel, he told himself. It was just the lighting. It was the sunlight right behind her. She's hot when she's sleeping, a little voice in the back of his head said. He quickly brushed that thought out of his head. She is NOT hot, you just haven't seen any real girls in awhile, he told himself firmly. You think she's hot, the voice in the back of his head said gleefully. His thoughts were awakened by a loud shriek coming from downstairs. Ron ran down to see what was wrong.
"What?!" He said, seeing Hermione jumping up and down happily.
"STRAIGHT O'S ON MY O.W.L.'S!" She exclaimed, jumping on Ron with a letter clutched in her hand. Ron carefully pried the ecstatic girl off of him.
"Good job, Hermione!" Ron said, glad to be able to breathe again.
Hermione, still grinning from ear to ear, pushed a sealed envelope into Ron's palm. "This one's yours. I gotta go tell Ginny!" Hermione dashed up the stairs.
"Nutter..." Ron muttered, smiling. He opened his letter, carefully putting his supplies list on the table, next to Hermione's. He pulled out another piece of folded paper, holding his breath. He opened it. STRAIGHT O'S!!!!!!! He yelled in triumph, pumping his fist in the air.
Harry Potter stumbled down the stairs, hair even messier than usual. "What's the shouting 'bout?" He mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"O.W.L's arrived today," Ron said, munching on an apple. "Hermione and I got straight O's."
"You?! Straight O's?! You're kidding, right? Even on POTIONS?" Harry said in disbelief, suddenly wide-awake.
"Yep. Guess Hermione's nagging rubbed off on me," Ron said, spraying tiny drops of apple juice from his mouth accidentally while he talked.
"And I thought I'd never see the day... so, where's mine?" Harry said, grinning.
"Over there, I think." Ron pointed to 2 unopened letters on the kitchen table. Harry strode over to them and picked his up. Breaking the seal effortlessly, he took out the piece of paper and unfolded it. He stared at it, looking like he was in a state of shock.
"What'ja get?" Ron said, flipping through a Chudley Cannons magazine.
"Well..." Harry said sounding very disappointed.
"What? Is it bad?" Ron asked, tearing his eyes away from a particularly eye- catching ad for a Firebolt.
"STRAIGHT O'S!!!" Harry yelled, breaking out of his sad act.
"Woohoo! You know what?" Ron exclaimed.
"What?"
"I THINK IT'S TIME FOR A VICTORY DANCE!"
"YES INDEED!" The two boys hooked arms and started turning around, switching arms every 5 seconds.
Hermione and Ginny came down the stairs at that very moment.
"Uh, I'm afraid to ask, but what in Merlin's name are you doing?!" Ginny said, taking a step back up the stairs as the spinning duo came precariously close to them.
Ron immediately stopped, suddenly finding his big toe fascinating, but Harry just hooked arms with Ginny and continued to dance. She laughed and went along.
Hermione looked strangely at Ron. "What?" He asked, noticing this.
"Oh, nothing," She huffed, picking up her abandoned supplies list. Suddenly, a piece of paper fell out of the folds of the list. "What's this?" Hermione said quietly, unfolding it. Her eyes skimmed the list, and she gasped sharply and dropped it.
"What? What did it say?" Ron said, tearing his narrowed eyes away from his sister and Harry dancing and laughing.
"Ron... Harry... perhaps you should check yours too," Hermione said faintly, still staring at the piece of parchment. Harry and Ginny stopped dancing; plainly hearing that Hermione was not at all well.
Harry shook out his supplies list, but nothing fell out. Ron shook his out, a look of confusion etched across his face, and a piece of parchment. Hermione breathed a huge sigh of relief at this.
"Oh, good, it's you, Ron. I was hoping it would be you... seeing as how Harry didn't get it" Hermione sighed. She shot a look at Ginny, who was smirking, having a non-existant conversation with her.
Ron unfolded his paper. He read it at a considerably slower rate than Hermione, and Harry and Ginny waited with bated breath to find out what it said.
"WHAT?!" Ron shrieked, sounding momentarily like a girl in his moment of shock. He dropped the piece of parchment, letting it flutter slowly to the ground. He slumped back in his chair and ran a large hand through his hair.
"This... this is bloody unbelievable..." Ron whispered. Ginny peered over Hermione's shoulder and read the paper aloud.
"Dear Ms. Granger, you and several other students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry have been selected to go on an exchange trip. This trip is to promote world-wide unity, and teach you about other cultures of the world. The Gryffindor team, consisting of you and another Gryffindor will transfer to Chicklegs School of Magic for the rest of the year. Chicklegs School of Magic is located in south-western Canada. In your place, two students will come to Hogwarts. The other house teams will transfer to Japan, Africa, and Brazil. You will have to be at Kings Cross at 10 o' clock on the first of September, to catch an early train with the teachers. You may use the special Floo powder at Hogwarts to transport to Chicklegs. I hope you will make many friends and enjoy this trip. Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall," Ginny finished with disbelief. She glanced over at Ron, who was still staring into space blankly. "Same with you?"
"Y-yeah..." Ron said tonelessly.
"Well, at least you'll get to get away from Malfoy and Snape for awhile!" Harry said, trying to lighten the mood. Hermione just looked at him, and Ron stood up and started to climb up the stairs.
"What are you doing?" Hermione said, looking over at Ron.
"Going back to bed. This is a dream. It HAS to be," Ron said, looking like he finally knew what was going on. "I mean, first you this morning, then this Chicklegs thing, it can't be real." He trudged up the rest of the stairs and went into his room, closing the door behind him.
Ginny looked strangely over at Hermione as soon as she heard the door click shut. "What does he mean, 'you this morning'?"
Harry glanced over at the two girls, plainly wanting to know what Ron meant, too.
Hermione reddened. "Er, nothing... maybe he meant the excitement about OWLs? I'm not usually a morning person so maybe it came as a shock to Ron. Or maybe-"She babbled, plainly searching for a legitimate answer.
"Hermione, just spill it. It's not like we're gonna make fun of you or anything," Harry said, propping his head up on his elbow.
"Okay, but you have to PROMISE not to laugh," Hermione pleaded.
"Okay," Harry said impatiently.
"I make no promises," Ginny said simply, a grin already forming on her face.
"GINNY!!!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Fine, fine, but if it's hilarious, I may need to run to the bathroom," Ginny said, winking.
"Oh, jeez," Hermione said, looking at her shoes. "Well, erm, this morning, I woke up to see Ron..."
"You SLEPT with my brother?! Hermione, that's not funny, that's just GROSS," Ginny exclaimed, shaking her head.
"NO! No, no noooo! I meant that I woke up and he was staring at me," Hermione yelled, her face now resembling a tomato.
"Oh, so he was like ogling you in your sleep? Oh, that's even grosser," Ginny said quickly, before Hermione could continue.
"ANYWAY," Hermione said loudly, glaring at Ginny, who had a wide smile on. "I was wearing some, uh, interesting sleepwear, and he was pretty shocked."
"By interesting do you mean like skanky or like teddy bear pajamas?" Ginny said offhandedly, examining some dirt underneath her nails.
"Er... the first one. Don't look at me like that! My mom bought it and... well... I like it!" Hermione exclaimed, seeing Harry's questioning look.
"So, what does it look like? How did he react?" Ginny said, sitting high in her chair, looking hungry for details.
"I think this is a girl thing... plus I don't want to hear the details about your lingerie," Harry said, casting a slightly odded out look at Hermione, who reddened at his words. "I'm gonna go see if Ron's okay." He trudged up the stairs.
"Soooo? SPILL HERMIONE!" Ginny said, tapping her fingers together.
"See, this is the problem with being friends with girls," Hermione laughed, leaning back in her chair.