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Sorry for the delay! Finally, it's a weekend! :D Am I glad! Well, I hope you enjoy!
"Hermione, I really think I should teach you how to play Quidditch," Ginny said, wrapping her arms around her knees and scooting over to Hermione on the bed.
Hermione closed her eyes in amusement, dropping her book and turning her head towards Ginny. "What?"
"You need to learn, seriously."
"Nobody else seems to think so," Hermione said, crossing her arms and putting her nose in the air.
"Oh yeah?" Ginny asked. "What makes you think so?"
"I know so," Hermione said, opening her eyes and glaring at the ceiling.
Ginny grabbed Hermione's wrist and dragged her off the bed.
"Hey!" Hermione said, starting to laugh as Ginny dragged her towards the door.
"Come on, Hermione. Oh, I'll make it better. Let's ask Ron to tag along!" she said in a singsong voice. Hermione glared at her.
"No!" Hermione said. "No!"
"Hermione!" Ginny sang, now pulling her up the stairs.
Hermione wriggled free of Ginny's grip and fumed heavily. "No."
"What d'you mean 'no'?" Ginny said, mimicking her voice as Hermione climbed farther up the stairs. "And if you don't want Ron to come, why are you climbing up the stairs when I'm just staying here?"
Hermione froze in her steps and turned around to glare at her. "Honestly."
"Hermione! You, honestly!" Ginny said, giving her a wide grin and running up the stairs.
"Ginny, that's not funny..." Hermione scowled, walking up the stairs in an orderly fashion. Ginny was already knocking on Ron's door at the end of the hallway.
No answer. Hermione walked towards Ginny cautiously.
"Ron! Oh Ron!" Ginny said, mimicking Hermione's voice.
Ron pulled open the door quickly. "What happened, 'Mione?"
Ginny laughed. "Hermione wants you to teach her how to play Quidditch."
Hermione's cheeks went pink. "N-No...!"
"Oh. Yeah, well, why me? Why don't you ask Harry once he gets here?" Ron asked, his ears going red as he grinned sheepishly at Hermione.
"I dunno," Ginny said, rolling her eyes at the pair of them. "but let's go."
"Now?" Ron asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and walking out in full pajamas. "I haven't even had breakfast!"
"That's what you get for waking up so late, you prat," Ginny muttered, whipping around and winking at Hermione. "he has a point. Let's eat breakfast first then."
"Yeah," Hermione said, her cheeks still pink.
Ron grinned at the back of Hermione's head, his heart thumping. She wanted him to teach her how to play Quidditch...
"I'm hungry," Ginny said, giving Hermione another wink and walking towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked anxiously. What! She was going to leave her alone with Ron!?
"To eat breakfast!" Ginny shouted, already a floor below.
Hermione turned around to face Ron. "Well, 'morning," she said, smiling slightly at the sight of Ron's messy hair.
"'Morning," Ron grinned. "well... I suppose I'll just get dressed and meet you downstairs in a minute then."
A sudden image of Ron getting dressed flashed right before Hermione's eyes, leaving her breathless.
"Oh... oh, okay then. I'll meet you downstairs -- in a -- a sec. Ha ha, yeah!" she said, grinning.
Ron smiled at her and closed the door, leaving Hermione sliding her hands over her eyes in embarrassment. Sheesh. Get dressed.