Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form. I do however, own the plot. At least in some part... lol.
Nights to Remember, Mornings to Forget
Every night it has been this way. Every night since we were eleven we've shared the same bed. Whether it is I who travels or not, we share a bed. At first it was to provide some form of comfort, some form of stability in an otherwise unstable world. Then it slowly evolved. Something changed...within him, within me. Something changed, and it changed the course of time. It shifted everything we knew around us. It turned out world upside down and deposited us back in a different place. It changed the course of history. Some say that our destinies are pre-written, that we have a certain path to take. I think that our destinies are ours for the making...if we are strong enough that is.
"Harry Potter!" Molly Weasley yelled up the stairs. "It is time for breakfast. Hurry up now, Ron's spied the bacon!" She turned away from the stairs to reprimand her son about leaving food for their guest. It wouldn't do well to have the boy starve on her watch. 'He did enough of that at his own home' she though darkly.
"Harry, you need to wake up. Harry!" Hermione whispered to him fiercely. "She is going to come up here soon and she thinks I'm getting dressed right now! Do you really want her to come up here and see us like this?"
Harry didn't budge an inch. He was tired. After all of the hectic hustle and bustle of this year, he didn't want to have to do anything at the moment. Unless it included a bed and sleep. He didn't care about breakfast. Ron could have all the bacon and sausages he wanted. He wanted to stay here snuggled under the covers until doomsday. Which considering his luck, was probably not too far off.
"Harry Potter, this is the last time I will say it. Get your lazy arse up!" Hermione said. Not one normally prone to swearing, Harry figured he better get up. Hermione swearing meant that she means business. Harry had no intentions of finding himself at the business end of her wand this early in the morning. Harry might be the Chosen One, but Hermione Granger was just plain scary when she needed to be. He wasn't taking any chances.
"Fine Herms, I'm up!" Harry groaned as he stretched out of the pink blanket currently covering the bed. The things he had to deal with in order to get some sleep lately was ridiculous. Pink was so not his color. He turned over to stare at Hermione. She was currently shimmying out from underneath the warm duvet. He frowned when he saw the scar that ran along her neck. Yet another reminder of why he wanted to just go back to sleep. With everything that was happening around him, he knew that there was one place he controlled everything. And lately it seemed to only be within his dreams. Well at least after he learned how to tune out Voldemort.
Hermione now was dressed for the day. Having spelled her hair into a low ponytail and thrown on an oversized jumper and a pair of jeans, she turned to Harry and told him in no uncertain terms that he should meet her downstairs in exactly 4 minutes. "And for Merlin's sake Harry, make sure no one sees you coming out of this room" she hissed as she slipped through the doorway and downstairs towards the mouthwatering aromas.
"Ugh" he groaned as he flopped back against the pillows. Life was really unfair sometimes. Why should he care if anyone saw him leaving the room. It's not like he had anything to hide. Oh wait, he did. He slept in the same bed as his best friend. His best girl friend. In the room of his actual girlfriend. Yeah, he better make sure no one sees him leave the room.