"Gosh mate, you've slept in... Mum wants you downstairs, she reckons if you don't eat breakfast soon your stomach will cave in. I'd love to see that." laughed Ron as he sat on Harry's bed.

Wait a second. If it had all been a dream, why the bloody hell is this happening again thought Harry. No way. Ginny hadn't gotten into a heated row with Hermione over him, that was a dream. He hadn't kissed Hermione in the garden, that was a dream. For certain Harry hadn't slept with Hermione, that was a dr--

"Harry, why did you sleep with your glasses on. What you do last night?" said Ron examining Harry closely.

Harry thought someone had just dumped ice cold water on his reality. He HAD slept with Hermione. What the bugger was he to do now.

"I reckon you'd better get down to mum, she's likely to come up here and force feed you. Plus we've all got loads of chores today, I'm telling you if I ever marry Hermione I want none of this fuss..." said Ron. Harry latched onto the last bit and turned pale.

"What?" asked Ron giving a startled questioning look. He suddenly realized what he'd just said and turned the deepest shade of scarlet and left the room with a "Right, then...Hmph"

Ron had never really discussed his feelings with Harry about Hermione. Harry knew Ron liked her, he'd been seeing the attraction since fourth year. But what was this rubbish about a wedding. Did he? Could he? Ron could never be serious about her? Right?

Harry swore out loud. Feeling like the biggest prat in the world, he stood up and grabbing a t shirt and headed for the kitchen.


Now what had happened in that dream? thought Harry. He tried to remember the detail of what had occured. Of course the dream was some kind of warning, Harry couldn't let anything repeat. Now lets see what has he forgotten so far-

"Harry! Cover yourself up for Merlin's sake! Tuck it in, there's woman folk about." laughed George meeting on the second landing.

Harry looked down and saw that his wand was hanging out of his trousers. For the second time in five minutes he swore loudly.

"Are you trying some new fad mate, I mean it may be a hit in Amsterdam but I don't think the looks struck England yet." laughed Fred joining the two already on the landing. Both red in the face: one from laughing so hard, the other from anger and embarrassment.

Harry tucked himself away and jumped the flight of stairs eager to get away from the snide remarks from the two professionals. He didn't need telling to know that he hadn't any mickey left. However, in his eagerness Harry didn't pay attention to his jump and landed spread eagled on top of a small, sweet smelling mound.

"Well, Harry! Next time a simple "Good morning" will suffice." laughed a frumpled Ginny

"Watch out Ginny, this man is mad with lust!" laughed George

"You should see how he's wearing his clothes!" laughed Fred

Harry jumped up petrified and ran the rest of the way to the kitchen, tripping into a chair. Mrs. Weasley was busying herself with china when she saw Harry. She swooped upon him with a great kiss, simultaneously handing him a plate of food.

"Do go outside and eat in the garden, Harry. I've got loads more cleaning to do and well, you'll no doubt be in the way. Hermione's out there picking flowers.''

Harry resisted the urge to swear, and walked out of the kitchen. How much more of this he could take, he had no idea. He was just going to have to find Hermione and tell her...tell her...tell her... Well at that particular moment he hadn't a clue what he'd tell her. For the Love of Merlin, a Corporal Patronus was easier than the mess he'd got himself into. If he could only recall more of the damned dream before he relived or lived it or whatever was happening to him at the present moment.


Hope you enjoyed it, sorry these take so long, I get on everyday and complain about other taking long on their stories and here's my own needing a boost in production! lol. Review!