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I'm Not Even Sorry
The sun was bright and bold, streaming through the curtains as though they weren't there at all, as Hermione felt herself entering the hazy purgatory between sleep and wakefulness. Draped over her torso was a scarred, freckled forearm, and for a second she let herself snuggle back against the man to whom it belonged. The comforter over their bodies was soft and warm as he hugged her closer, kissing the nape of her neck. If only the sunlight wasn't glaring in her eyes, they could stay like this indefinitely…
But wait. Why, exactly, was it so bright already? Her alarm was set for half past five, at which time the sun was usually just peeking up over the horizon. Hermione, cracking open her eyes, fumbled for Ron's watch on the nightstand and attempted to discern the time.
And then her heart leapt out of her chest. Half past ten?! It couldn't be, it couldn't possibly be, because that would mean she was terribly late for work, and the reports piled high in her inbox weren't going to read themselves. She sat upright, horrified, only to find that Ron was pulling her gently back down to the mattress.
"I have to go to work, Ron!" she yelped, making to vacate the bed but stopped by his strong embrace yet again. "What are you doing?"
"You've been excused from work today," he said as calmly as if he were discussing the weather. "I turned off your alarm and sent Pig with a letter a few hours ago. You're taking the day off."
Hermione sat up and goggled at him. How could he be so cavalier about this?
"Why would you do that?!" she asked desperately. "I have so much work to do, I can't believe you would just-"
"Hermione," he interrupted, propping himself up on his elbows. "You've been working fourteen-hour days for weeks, you've barely been eating or sleeping, you're obviously exhausted-"
"Still, you had no right-"
"I'm not even sorry," he stated, quite matter-of-fact about the whole thing. "I won't watch you do this to yourself again."
She felt she should have been furious, but hadn't she just, moments ago, been wishing that she could spend her day nestled into his arms? And she did feel quite refreshed; it had felt so good to have a lie-in.
"What's the worst that happens?" he added gently. "They're not going to fire you. Nobody in their right mind would fire you. And it's been ages since we spent a whole day together…"
"You're not going to work either?"
"Nope."
The sun glinted on his fiery hair, picking up golden highlights in the strands, as Hermione allowed her eyes to travel over him. He was, she knew, just trying to save her from herself.
He was also lacking a shirt at the moment…
"Okay," Hermione assented, lying back down beside him. "It'll be nice to have a day to ourselves."
His grin was triumphant as he turned onto his side to face her.
"It will." Their lips met, and before she knew it, Hermione was pulling him on top of her. "And I can think of a few ways to, ahem, relax…"
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