About Last Night
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This is all for fun.
Hermione is woken by the sun shining brightly in through the bedroom window. Her head is pounding and the light shining directly into her eyes was definitely nor helping. She rolls over, trying to avoid the sunlight for just a few more hours, and finds herself staring at Ron's orange walls. She tries to remember why she had decided to sleep in Ron's room last night instead of Ginny's, and why she decided to sleep in her bra and panties instead of her pajamas, but she can't. In fact, trying to remember anything that happened last night is a challenge. She is still trying to remember how she ended up here when she feels someone move in the bed beside her.
Her heart begins to race, "Please let it be Ginny!" She thinks to herself as she rolls over slowly. "Oh.. My.. God!" She's completely shocked to find herself staring at a sleeping Ron Weasley.
She looks around the room quickly, hoping to see her clothes, she has to get out of here before he wakes up. She spots her shirt thrown on the floor in front of the door and her pants beside the bed. "What the hell happened to me last night?"
She tries to sneak out of Ron's bed as quietly as possible so, of course, the bed squeaks horribly with every move she makes. She cringes with every sound and Ron stirs in his sleep. She quickly grabs her pants, puts them on, and walks towards the door for her shirt.
"H-Hermione?" She hears his voice behind her and she stops. "Wh-what are you doing in here?"
And I was so close to escaping! She blushes as she bends over and grabs her shirt from the floor. She quickly pulls it over her head and turns to face him. "What happened last night, Ron?" She asks, afraid she already knows the answer.
He is wearing the same look of utter confusion that she was a few moments ago, "I-I don't know." He is silent for a moment and then he shakes his head, "I can't remember."
Hermione knows that he isn't lying, he doesn't remember anything either, and this scares and frustrates her. "How is that possible?" Her voice sounds angrier than she intended. "How do you and I wake up in bed together and not remember how it happened?"
"I don't know, Hermione!" He answers in a defensive tone and then runs a hand through his bright red hair. He sighs heavily and begins looking around the room for his clothes. "Um, can you.." He points to her feet and she looks down to find his jeans laying on the floor in front of her. She grabs them and tosses them in his direction.
"Thanks." She turns her back to him quickly, not wanting to know if he is completely naked under the sheets.
She hears him chuckle behind her, "What could possibly be funny right now?" She asks angrily.
"Sorry," she hears the zipper of his pants close, so she figures it is safe to turn around. He shrugs and she tries to ignore the fact that he's still shirtless. "I just think it's a little late to worry about seeing me naked."
Now, on top of being humiliated and confused, she is also furious. "This is not funny!" She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Why do I have to cry when I am mad? "I don't do this! I'm not the kind of girl who wakes up beside some random guy, not remembering what happened the night before!"
Ron's face is now completely void of amusement, now he is hurt and maybe a little angry. "'Random guy?'"
Hermione wipes the tears away from her eyes, "You know what I mean."
Ron scoffs and walks over towards the wall and grabs his t-shirt off the floor. "Look, we don't even know for sure that anything happened last night," Hermione opens her mouth to speak, but he holds up his hand to stop her, "and, even if it did, we don't remember it anyway." He pulls his shirt over his hand, then looks at her shrugging his shoulders, "I say, we go downstairs, eat breakfast, and forget about this morning too." He walks past her without making eye contact and then walks out of the room.
She is so confused by all of this and so angry at him for acting like this isn't a big deal. How can I possibly act like this never happened? I may have made love with the man I have always wanted and not even remember it.
She collects herself as quickly as possible and joins everyone else downstairs. She's not sure what to expect as she walks into the kitchen, is everyone else experiencing this too?
Everything seems completely normal at the Weasley's table as she sits down in the empty seat beside Ginny.
"Morning," Ginny says with a smile.
She gives her back the best smile that she can fake. "Morning." She looks around the table, trying to figure out if anyone else is as confused as she is this morning.
Mrs. Weasley smiles lovingly at Harry as he compliments her cooking, while Ginny is discussing next years Quidditch team with Mr. is talking to George about the latest WonderWitch product being sold at the joke shop, refusing to look in her direction. It is clear She and Ron are the only ones experiencing something strange.
When breakfast is over, everyone goes there separate ways. Mr. Weasley heads off to the Ministry, Ron and George head to the joke shop, Ginny and Harry go for a walk, and I stay in the kitchen with Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley smiles at her while levitating the dishes into the sink. "What are your plans for the day, dear?"
She shrugs, "I'm not sure, actually." It is such a weird feeling for her. Hermione always had a plan, it's what she was known for. "I will probably just do a bit of reading."
Mrs. Weasley begins to start the dishes washing themselves but Hermione stops her. "What it be alright if I did those?" Hermione asks, walking towards the sink.
Mrs. Weasley nods, "Sure, go ahead."
Hermione begins starting the water and pouring a little soap into the sink. Mrs. Weasley watches her a bit confused for a moment. "I thought.. Oh, you meant the muggle way?"
Hermione stops, "Is that okay?" She shifts awkwardly, "I don't mind housework sometimes, it helps me think."
Mrs. Weasley laughs, "Of course, it's okay." She watched Hermione as Hermione scrubs the first dish. "You know if you ever need to talk, I'm here." She places her hand on Hermione's shoulder.
Hermione fights back tears and nods, "Thank you," She looks over at her and smiles.
Mrs. Weasley nods, "Okay." Obviously taking the hint that she ready to talk about what's bothering her. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything."
Hermione continues washing the dishes, trying, unsuccessfully, to remember anything from the night before.
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