About Last Night

Chapter 4

Author's Notes: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update this. I can promise the updates will come much more often from now on! Thanks so much for reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This is all for fun.


The next morning, Hermione wakes up before Ginny and quickly sneaks out of the room. The two stayed up talking last night and Hermione didn't want to wake her. Ginny hadn't been as understanding as Mrs. Weasley, but nowhere near as harsh as she could have been. Ginny made her promise not to runaway again and she has no intention of breaking that promise. Things are still far from perfect and will probably never be exactly the same again, but Hermione has decided to take Mrs. Weasley's advice. She will wait for things to level out, for a new normal to appear and, until then, she will enjoy the remaining normalities.

As she gets closer to the ground floor, Hermione hears clanging pots and pans and smells the mouthwatering aroma of Bacon. She smiles and continues down the stairs a little faster. Breakfast at the Burrow is definitely one of the things she enjoys most. She stops in the doorway of the kitchen and finds herself staring at Ron's back.

"Morning." She says softly, wishing now that she had gotten dressed before coming downstairs.

He turns around and smiles at her widely. It feels like forever since Ron smiled at her like that. "Morning."

Hermione walks over to stand beside him, "Can I help?"

He shakes his head and turns the stove off. "All done." He walks over to the table and divides the bacon and eggs between two plates and then places the pans back onto the stove. He pulls out a chair, sits down, and looks back at her, pointing to the other plate of food beside him. "I'm not a master chef, but it's edible, I promise."

She had been so confused by his sudden change of mood she hadn't realized he had fixed a plate for her. She blushes slightly and takes the seat next to him. She takes a bite of bacon and shrugs, "It's edible." She smiles teasingly at him. He laughs softly and begins eating. "So, why are you up so early?"

He shrugs, "Well, I was hungry," She rolls her eyes at him, such a typical Ron response, but she is so happy to hear it. "and I know that you usually get up early."

Hermione stops eating and looks up at him, did she hear him wrong? Ron Weasley actually woke up early just to see her? "So…did you need something?"

He bites his lip, "More like want." He blushes a little, but doesn't look away from her.

Hermione tries not to think too much about what this could be, "O-Okay."

"I wanted to ask you if you'd go for a walk with me."

She feels butterflies in her stomach again, the same ones she felt when Ron grabbed her hand yesterday. "A walk?"

He nods and looks down at his food, "Yeah, just to get out of here for a while."

For the first time in months, he actually wants to spend time with her. Shivers run up her spine at the thought of being alone with Ron. "Yeah," He looks up at her and smiles, "that sounds nice." She tries to remain calm and relaxed, she doesn't want him to know how much this one little question means to her.

They both continue eating in an awkward silence until joins them in the kitchen. She smiles, "Morning, dears." She looks at their plates and then at the stove, "Hermione, dear, I could have cooked this morning. There was no need for you to trouble yourself."

"Actually, I didn't, Mrs. Weasley. Ron cooked breakfast." Hermione eats the last of her eggs and smiles at him.

Ron turns to face his mother and points to the stove, "I made enough for everyone."

She smiles proudly at him and kisses his cheek, "Thank you, Ron."

"You're welcome." He blushes furiously and takes his last bite of bacon. He grabs their plates and puts them in the sink. Mrs. Weasley starts them washing immediately. It is the first time in almost a week that Hermione isn't sad to see the dishes washing themselves.

Mrs. Weasley is already setting the table for the rest of the family, "Hermione, dear, would you wake Ginny for me? Tell her breakfast is ready."

"Sure." She stands and smiles at Ron, "Um, did you want to go now?"

I see Mrs. Weasley smile out of the corner of my eye and I know Ron does too. He shrugs, "I'm ready whenever you are."

"Okay, I won't be long."

Hermione walks back to Ginny's room quickly and finds her already awake. "Morning." Hermione says, smiling widely. "Breakfast is ready."

Ginny sits up in bed and gives her a suspicious look, "What are you so happy about?"

Hermione walks over to her dresser and begins rummaging through it. "I can't just be in a good mood?"

Ginny shrugs as she gets out of bed, "I suppose. It's just-" She turns her back to Hermione, making her bed. "After yesterday, I didn't expect it."

Hermione walks over to her dresser, trying not to let the mention of her running away completely ruin the good mood. She grabs a pair of jeans and a light blue blouse. She places the clothes on the bed and begins changes into them quickly, trying to ignore the feel of Ginny's eyes on her. She hears Ginny sigh dramatically and turns to see her plop on her bed, obviously pouting.

Hermione, being an only child, had never been the victim of a younger siblings pout until she met Ginny…and it works every time. Hermione sighs, "It just..it seems so trivial in the grand scheme of things. I mean-"

Ginny interrupts her, "I miss trivial things." She stops for a moment and looks at Hermione sadly, "I know you mean well… but Fred is gone, Hermione. Walking on eggshells around me…or any of us…it isn't going to change that. If anything, it just reminds us of it."

Hermione stands there for a moment, caught off guard by Ginny's frankness. She was reminded of her conversation with Mrs. Weasley. She wanted so badly for things to return to normal, for the dust to settle, but how could it when she wasn't even acting normal? She nods and sits down beside Ginny. "Things have been strange between me and Ron lately."

"Because you kissed?" Ginny asks with a sly grin.

Hermione blushes, "How do you-"

"Come on. Did you really think Harry wouldn't tell me that?" She laughs softly, shaking her head. "He said it was quite the snog."

Hermione, now bright red, crosses her arms over her chest, "It's none of Harry's business."

Ginny giggles, "You kind of made it his business when you did it right in front of him."

"I wasn't particularly interested in where Harry was at that moment." She looks away, smiling slightly at the memory.

Ginny rolls her eyes with a smile, "So, things have been weird since then…" She says, hoping to help Hermione get to the point.

Hermione nods, uncrossing her arms and rubbing her palms together nervously. "Yeah, but he was up already when I went downstairs. He asked me if I wanted to go for a walk." Ginny nods, obviously expecting more. "I said yes. We're going as soon as I get back downstairs."

"Good, maybe he'll finally make a move. Merlin knows this has been going on long enough!"

Hermione blushes and goes over to her dresser, grabbing her hairbrush. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail and slips on her shoes. She turns to face Ginny and takes a deep breath. Ginny looks her over and nods her approval, "Perfect."

Hermione smiles and hugs her, "Thanks."

Ginny hugs her back tightly, "Anytime."


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