Chapter 2
The morning sunlight streaming in the window and falling onto the bed slowly stirred Hermione from sleep. She groaned, as much as she buried her head in Fred's chest and tried to hide there was no escaping it. Being such a light sleeper was so irritating sometimes. Why couldn't she sleep like Fred, and not be disturbed by anything?
As Hermione's eyes became accustomed to being open and wake, she slowly raised her head for fear of moving too quickly and disturbing Fred, who seemed to be deep in an untroubled sleep, for the first time in ages if you went by the bags under his eyes. Well, lucky him for not being disturbed by the stupid sun because someone (naming no names, Ginny) forgot to close the curtains before going to sleep, as she, like Fred and the rest of the Weasleys, was rarely disturbed by anything when she was asleep.
When her eyes looked across the room she gasped. For there stood an angry Mrs Weasley, flanked by a confused Ginny, not to mention a confused looking Ron, as well as George, who seemed to be in silent fits of laughter at the sight of his twin and Hermione Granger in the same bed. Sighing, she turned to her left and gently tried to wake Fred. "Fred? Fred? You need to wake up! Fred!"
After several attempts at whispering to Fred, which proved unsuccessful, and during which time Mrs Weasley, if it was even possible, got even angrier, Hermione resorted to shaking Fred awake.
When Fred finally stirred he immediately noticed the three extra presences in the room, and the four faces staring down at them. "Shit!" This exclamation earned him a light slap on the arm and a reproachful look from Hermione. "Err – what I mean is..." Fred tried to amend hastily but tailed off without completing his sentence.
"What's going on Mrs Weasley? Why are you all here? I mean, I know we're in the same bed, but nothing happened." Hermione attempted to appease Molly Weasley, who looked as if she was about to burst. While she was saying this she started to get out of bed, but was frozen stiff at the sight of her naked leg that appeared from under the bedclothes as she swung it out.
She had never been so confused in her life. She could have sworn that she had gone to bed wearing her usual t-shirt and leggings. Instead, when she had hastily drawn her leg back under the covers and checked her body, she was completely naked. Hastily averting her eyes upward she glanced sideways at Fred's concerned face, before breaking the awkward silence that had descended upon all of them.
"Would you four mind giving me and Fred a minute alone, please." Hermione was twisting the blankets in her hands, the only sign of her nervousness. She was desperate to be able to talk to Fred in private. After a few minutes, during which time several conflicting emotions passed across Mrs Weasleys face, she nodded sharply, and the four of them filed out of the room, with George winking at Fred as he passed – an action that received no response from Fred, who was gazing at Hermione, his eyebrows drawn together in a worried frown.
Author's note: Hey everyone! First day of posting, two chapters up! I'm so happy. First of all though, a quick thank you to bella rose june and computer geek for your reviews! Remember, everyone, just type a little message into the box below, it's an excellent morale booster!
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