The next morning, Harry awoke in the living room where he had collapsed the night before. He peeked around, but he didn't see Hermione or Ron, they must have headed back upstairs.
Not particularily wanting to see his two best friends all cuddled up together, the mere idea made him queasy, he headed over to the frig to start some breakfast.
As he was frying the eggs, he couldn't help to remember Molly's breakfasts, and her lunches, and her suppers that filled you to the brim...He shook his head, focusing and realizing he had burnt eggs for breakfast.
He began to eat them at the table when something boomed from the living room.
Harry's first instinct was to grab his wand, which he did, and hide, which he also gave into. He climbed under the table as a familiar voice came closer to the stairs.
"Ugh, for the love of God, this place stinks!" Percy drawled, heading upstairs.
To his room.
Harry watched Percy climb up the stairs, thanking God that Percy was now immune to the smell of food in the kitchen and that he hadn't noticed Harry at all.
Harry quietly tip-toed up the stairs towards Ron and Hermione's room, opened the door, and softly closed it behind him.
What he saw probably scarred him for life. Ron and Hermione were lying there in the bed, holding each other. Extra barf, Harry winced and gently went to poke them awake.
"Grwhat?" Ron awoke with. Harry clamped Ron's mouth shut, whispering in his ear.
"Percy's here." Ron sat up, pulling the blanket to reveal waytoo much than what Harry wanted to see.
"Ugh, wake her up and get dressed," Harry whispered as he turned away, he didn't want to see anything in the next five minutes but his two friends dressed and out of bed.
Hermione had gotten the idea and both she and Ron were dressed in a minute. Harry turned around once given her permission, and they were about to whisper a plan when a creaking came from the hallway.
Immediately they stopped. All three frantically tried to think of someplace to go, but no one knew.
Then Hermione whispered in Harry's ear, who passed it on to Ron, who then proceeded to give a sharp questioning look at Hermione.
She nodded, and began to motion the countdown with her fingers.
Three fingers, two fingers, one finger...CRRACK!
Percy ran to the room from where he had heard the whispers, and saw the tousled bed and clothes nearby. Screaming with rage, he ran back towards his room, which he had only opened, and began to inspect it.
Right there, on the desk, all his letters to Penelope, opened and in piles that he had not left them in.
His memory finally kicking in, he ran back downstairs to the kitchen, noticed the warm eggs giving off steam, but he picked up a letter that had been left there the previous night.