Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to JK Rowling, the only thing that belongs to me is part of the storyline, and the writing.
Warning: Contains mildly bad language, and suggestive situations.
"Ugh!" Ron moaned as he heard the familiar sound of Hermione rushing towards the bathroom. It was 2:00 in the morning, and Hermione had been sick for at least a week. Giving up on the idea of getting any sleep, Ron got up and pulled a shirt over his bare chest. He walked into the bathroom and looked down at Hermione "You okay?" he asked softly, pulling her hair into a ponytail with his hands and rubbing her back gently. She nodded and stood up. She gargled some water and the two snuck past Harry's room into hers. Hermione lied down and got under the covers, Ron sitting on the bed next to her. He stroked her hair gently, feeling horrible that he was sitting here fine when she was so sick. "You should go to a doctor." he finally said after a few minutes of silence. Hermione had a stern look on her face.
"No," she said quietly, "It's nothing, just the flu."
"But it's been over a week! You really should go to the doctor!" insisted Ron; sounding very worried.
"I promise!" she told him. "It's nothing but the flu. If it lasts more than a couple more weeks, I'll go to the doctor, but really, that's all it is." After a moment of silence, Ron gave in.
"You promise if it last too much longer you'll go?" he asked solemnly. Hermione nodded assuring him and there was a faint smile on her face as she laughed at how worried he seemed. Though inside, she was just as worried, for a very different reason. Ron lied down on the bed next to her and thought about how wonderful the summer had been. It was mid July and the Weasley's, Hermione, and Harry were staying at Grimmauld Place. The house was so large, that it supplied each of the children and adults with their own rooms, for the first time ever. He and Hermione were still together. Even through the war, they were as happy as ever. Plus, Hermione not sharing a room with Ginny anymore was very convenient on those boring rainy days. Ron smiled as he thought about this. As he thought about how perfect everything was going, he dozed off into a deep sleep.
Ron awoke a few hours later to the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs. "Wake up kids!" yelled his mother's voice into Ginny's room. The doorknob twisted.
"Oh no!" he whispered as he apparated into his own room, hoping his mom hadn't heard the loud "crack" he made as he did so. He quickly got into his own bed and, as if the timing was planned, his door opened.
"Wake up Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, just a little too loudly.
"I'm up, I'm up!" Ron grunted as he twisted himself up onto his elbows. "Good morning mum," he said, sounding a bit cross.
"Oh, that poor dear!" Mrs. Weasley muttered as Hermione rushed towards the bathroom, yet again, her hands clutched over her mouth. Ron heard the door slam on the other side of the hall. "Oh well," Molly sighed, "Time for breakfast!" As Mrs. Weasley walked down the stairs, followed by Ron and Harry, Ginny snuck down the hall towards the bathroom. She knocked lightly on the door.
"I've got it," she said quietly, opening the door a crack and squeezing in.
Ron sat down at the table staring in awe at the huge feast sat before them. It took him all of five minutes notice the new faces sitting around the table. Bill and Fleur were there as usual, and the happy newlyweds, Nymphadora and Remus, joined them. Also sitting at the table were Fred with Angelina, Charlie, and George with his new girlfriend. He wasn't surprised to see, however, that George's new girlfriend was even prettier then the last. "Oy Ron!" George exclaimed, "Bout time ya woke up! Tanya, this is my baby brother Ron. I know he's not much to look at now, but you should've seen him when he was just a tyke, running through the yard his bare bottom catching the breeze..." George pretended to be sentimental. Ginny, who had just entered the room with a rather upset looking Hermione, burst into laughter, soon followed by the rest of the Weasley children who had also seen this event many times. George had taken a liking to making Ron's life as miserable as possible lately, and he frequently succeeded, which the other Weasley children grew to know as their favorite pastime. Ron, however, did not seem to find it amusing. He sent a knife hurdling towards George, which missed his head by less than an inch.
"Enough Ronald!", Mrs. Weasley barked, sounding extremely agitated for the first time since Voldemort's defeat two months before.
"Well, he is your brother, so I'm sure he'll get those good looks back soon enough!" Tanya giggled, batting her eyelashes. Bill cringed. There goes yet one more of George's girlfriends; he wasn't in to the clingy worship you type.
"I got your letters this morning, so we'll go to London this afternoon to pick up all of your things." Charlie licked his lips.
"Let's eat!" he whined, staring longingly at the wonderful spread of delicious looking food. Everyone dug in with the exception of Hermione and Ginny who sat at one end of the table close together whispering quietly about something, making sure that no one else could hear.
"So... when are you going to...?" Ginny questioned her nervously, biting her bottom lip slightly. "
I don't know yet," Hermione replied. "Probably after we get settled in at Hogwarts..." Hermione trailed off as she realized everyone was silent, viciously trying to listen in on what the two girls were whispering so intently about.
"Um... I'm going to go get dressed." said Ginny walking up the stairs quickly as Hermione rushed off to the bathroom yet again. Mrs. Weasley looked hurt as she looked at both girls' completely empty plates, and she too decided to dismiss herself from the table, feeling slightly inadequate.
AN: This is my first fic, so please review and tell me what to work on, I hope you like it. Please Review!