Author's note: You guys, I've gotten so into writing this story that I can't stop. I've spent the whole day writing. My plan was to spread it out, which I'm still going to try to do, but I wanted to at least share something with you, so I decided I would post this before I went to sleep. Happy reading!
Morning came quickly, more so than it had any other day she had spent in the burrow during the past few weeks. A summer morning breeze blew in from the window, and she smiled and closed her eyes, letting the cool, refreshing air hit her face. For the first time in a long time she felt rejuvenated after sleeping. A heavy weight pressed her against the wall, and she turned to see the long body of Ron Weasley curled toward her, arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace, a lazy and content smile on his young face. Realizing that she couldn't move even if she tried and not wanting to wake him, she felt content to just lay in his twin size bed at the burrow on a beautiful summer morning, as the sun streamed into the room and birds could be heard chirping outside.
She was a bit hot though, even in the pajamas that she was wearing. She looked down at herself and with a blush realized that she was wearing nothing but a tight sheer tank top that cut off at her belly button and a pair of pajamas shorts, rolled a few times to fit around her too slim waist. Ron, she realized, was shirtless, and it looked like he was only wearing a pair of boxers. It was no wonder that she was boiling hot- she had an over 6-foot-tall male pressed up against her and making skin to skin contact with her in a tiny bed. She stole a glance down his body and with a giggle realized that he was almost too big for the bed; his feet were almost hanging off the end. Figuring that it was as good a time as any to really check him out without him noticing and taking the mickey out of her for it, her eyes roamed up his hairy legs to the area between them, and she flushed when she thought about how she had felt what, according to the multiple books she had read about the human anatomy, had to be there. She had felt it last night, and it had seemed to be quite big actually. Not that she had any point of reference. It occurred to her that the only thing separating her and Ron were two pieces of flimsy fabric. Her mind jumped to a scenario where there was nothing between them, and what that might entail, but she quickly stopped the fantasy playing in her head and wildly wondered when her thoughts about Ron had started to become quite so, well, sexual. The thought of them doing anything like that gave her both an extremely nervous yet elated feeling. Deciding that she would have more time to decipher exactly what her thoughts were about that aspect of relationships- because, she reminded herself with a smile, they were in a relationship now- she worked her way up to his chest. It was broad and hard, even though he had yet to put back on the considerable amount of weight that he had lost while they had been on the run. His chest was littered with a patch of ginger hairs, that trailed down his stomach before they were lost underneath his pants, leading to the area that she had just told herself not to think about…
"Like what you see?" Ron's voice abruptly let her know that he was awake, and from the sound of it, had been for at least a few minutes. Oh god, had he seen her ogling him?
"Oh, um… well yes Ron." She looked up into his eyes. "I see you and I like you so yes I suppose I like what I see."
"No, Hermione," he taunted. "You weren't seeing me the way that you are right now when you thought I was asleep. I see how it is. You're content to just salivate over me and use me for my body. Well, if you must, you must. Do your worst. I can take it." He could barely keep a straight face.
"Oh honestly Ron! Calm down! I will do no such thing!"
"Pity, I was under the impression that I was about to be assaulted by you. Which would have been a great way to be attacked considering the other ways I've been attacked in the past year."
"Ron! Enough! I don't know what you thought you saw, but obviously you are mistaken."
"Oh come off it Hermione. I'm just taking the mickey. Besides, you're my girlfriend now, so I reckon you can see me as often as you like, just so long as I can see you as often as I like." He then inched back a bit and she blushed as his eyes roamed up and down her body in an exaggerated way. It seemed like it had started out as a joke, but when he realized what she was wearing suddenly his face lost its teasing look and he gulped. "Er, yeah. Looking good. Great, even."
Now it was her turn to tease him a bit. His look of awe gave her a rush of confidence. She arched her back a bit and stretched her legs, effectively pushing her breasts up and out. "Like what you see, do you?" He cleared his throat, but before he could say anything, Ginny burst into the room.
"Oh bloody fucking… you two better both be fully clothed. Good thing I found you up here before Mum did, Hermione. Do you know the fright it gave me when I woke up this morning and you weren't in your bed? I've searched the entire bloody house looking for you. I was about to wake up Dad when I realized that you must have come up here to see my git of a brother." Ginny stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips, the menacing look on her face a bit cancelled out by her pink pajama bottoms covered in snitches.
"I'm so sorry Ginny! I should have left you a note or something. It's just that… well I couldn't sleep last night due to... well you know… that one nightmare I've been having… so I came up here so Ron could comfort me like he did before," Hermione said in a hesitant tone.
Ginny's features softened, and she walked over to the bed, making an exaggerated examination of the two of them before she decided that they were indeed clothed enough for her to sit down. "What do you mean? I thought that you were at least able to sleep through the night now?" Ginny looked concerned, and Hermione felt a rush of affection for the girl who she now considered to be a sister.
"Well, not really Ginny. I've still been having some problems. It's just that… I didn't want to bother you," Hermione said as she looked down, a bit ashamed of her explanation.
Ginny glanced at Ron before she spoke. "Hermione, I'm sure Ron here has told you the same thing that I'm about to. Look, you could never bother me. You're just as much family to me as anyone else in this house. Well, that's not true because I don't exactly consider Harry to be family, because that would be gross. But anyway, I think of you as the sister that I never had. I know that Fleur is my sister too, but you and I.. we've always had a special bond. You don't have to marry into this family to be a part of it in my eyes. Although, it looks like you're well on your way." Ginny smirked and pointedly looked down to Hermione and Ron's intertwined hands.
Hermione followed her gaze and smiled nervously. "I know Ginny. I guess I knew that. I'm sorry, it's just that I can't help but feel like I'm intruding a bit…"
"Hermione! Come off it, please! Between Ron and I, there is more than enough Weasley love for you, not to mention how much everyone else in the family adores you! Although, I don't see why you would want to spend so much time with this sod instead of me, but to each their own I suppose." Ginny jerked her head in Ron's direction and flashed a smile.
"Oi! That's enough, Gin! I suppose it's because I can do things for her that you can't, isn't it?" He gave Ginny a knowing smirk.
For a second, Ginny looked repulsed, but then she gave Ron an evil smile. "Oh of course Ronald, I'm sure you are referring to the things that Harry can do for me that Hermione can't? Why, just the other day the two of us were downstairs on the couch, not sitting mind you, so of course what I'm getting at is we were lying down, on top of each other, and Harry does this great thing with his tongue when he's snogging me-"
"OI! GINNY! SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DID NOT NEED TO HEAR THAT!" Ron looked as though he was actually going to be physically ill.
"Whatever you say, Ronald. I think I'll go wake Harry now and get another little taste of that great tongue thing he does. Hermione, we've got to be downstairs soon though. Dad and Bill and Percy will be up soon for work and we need to get their breakfast started. So if you two could pull yourselves off of each other for a few seconds, that would be great." With that, she jumped off the bed and skipped out the door.
Ron rolled his eyes and focussed his attention back on her. Hermione met his gaze and they both sat there for a minute in a comfortable silence. Finally Ron spoke. "Hermione, you know, I think you do look great. But you know that's not the only reason why I wanted you to be my girlfriend right? I care about you. I really really care about you."
"I know Ron. And don't worry about the whole thinking I look great thing. I quite enjoy it actually. I think it would be a problem if you didn't think I looked great," she glanced down at his boxers as she said this without meaning to.
His eyebrows shot up, and his telltale grin was back. "Oh, is that right? So that didn't bother you? I'm sorry if it did, I can't control it you know."
She smiled at him again and ran her hand through his hair, lovingly brushing the fringe back from his eyes. "No, Ron. I actually rather liked it. Now if you'll excuse me I must go help Ginny with breakfast." And with that, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, hopped out of bed, and began the journey down the burrow's many flights of stairs to the kitchen, all the while mentally preparing herself for another day of the Weasley family's grief.
