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Hermione pushed the back door of the Burrow open, still trying hard to deal with the headache that was building behind her eyes.
"Oh for god's sake Ron it wasn't that bad," she yelled as he moaned once more about the meal she had made him the previous night.
"I didn't say it was bad love, I said it was inedible, you really need to take mum up on those cooking lessons," he said as he stepped inside and closed the door.
She turned to glare at him, but he didn't seem to notice as he pushed past her determined to see if there was anything left in the pantry. Hermione had only caved on visiting to shut him up knowing Molly always had an abundance of food, and truthfully she was getting sick of feeding Ron since he ate enough for two.
"Now I know mum keeps stuff readymade in here, owe," he yelled as he fell face first onto the floor.
"Ron," Hermione gasped and darted forwards realising he had fallen over an upturned chair.
He looked up from the floor rubbing his hand across his nose that was throbbing and spotted something he was sure he was seeing wrong.
"What the hell is that," he said pointing to what looked like a pile of rags thrown hazardly on the floor.
Hermione stepped around him as he pushed himself up onto his knees still rubbing the bridge of his nose. Shaking her head at his pathetic display she leaned over and scooped up the material holding up the pieces trying to figure it out. Her eyes grew wide when she realised that two of the scraps should have been on since it was a top that had been sliced in two, the other was a t-shirt with claw marks down it.
Her mind suddenly snapped to a certain shifter that had been moping around the house for the last few days. She would have stuffed the obviously torn clothing away from Ron if he hadn't picked the moment she was frozen with shock to snag it from her fingers.
"What the hell is it?" he said as he ran the largest piece of material through his hands, holding it up until he realised what it was.
"Whoa is this a guys t-shirt," he said dropping it and rubbing his hands on his thighs.
The cat literally out of the bag Hermione nodded and turned to look at Ron, when he spotted the other piece of clothing realising it was too small to be a guys t-shirt. He laughed as something flashed through his mind but then it died on his lips and he was running for the stairs Hermione calling after him hot on his heels.
He skidded to a halt in front of his sister's bedroom and grabbed the door handle meaning to burst into the room. When he tried to turn it and found it locked he settled for banging his fist against it.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley you get your arse out here right now," he bellowed.
Hermione laid a hand on his arm trying to calm him down but she knew it was useless until he laid eyes on his sister.
Ginny rolled over her wonderful sleep disturbed by the banging, and it took a moment for the fog of sleep to roll aside enough for her to realise what was happening. Her eyes popped open as she heard Ron bellow through the door again and she turned to find Harry propped up on one elbow looking down at her a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Is he going to murder me?" he asked as he leant down to kiss along her jaw line.
"I don't see why he doesn't even know about you," she said her gasping as he ran kisses along her neck.
Harry chuckled as he felt her body respond so easily to his touch just as Ron began shouting threats at her.
"You better go see what he wants before he tries to kick the door in and hurts himself," he whispered and with a sigh she nodded.
Slipping from the bed she grabbed her dressing gown from the bottom of her bed and headed to the door as she secured the belt around her waist. Harry rolled onto his back tucking on arm under his head so he could watch her walk away from him smiling faintly as she did so.
Taking a breath Ginny unlocked the door and opened it a crack so she could see out into the hallway, the crack was then quickly filled with an angry redhead.
"What are you yelling at Ron," she accused as she stifled a yawn.
She could see Hermione at his shoulder trying to telegraph something to her but she couldn't figure it out.
"What the hell went on down stairs?" he all but yelled as he pressed his palm against the door trying to force it open further.
Ginny knew if it wasn't for the fact that she was stronger than she should have been he would have had the door pushed completely back by now. She held it firmly knowing things would go from bad to worse if he saw Harry.
"What the hell are you on about," she said her voice becoming annoyed and Harry had to stifle a laugh as he watched her tail peak out the back of her dressing gown.
He was betting she didn't even realise what she was doing and he could see that her hand where his clasped the door was turning clawed.
"Oh yes you do what the hell are these," Ron yelled shoving the scraps of her top in her face.
She froze then her mind going blank as she realised what had him so angry. Crap she had all together forgotten that Harry had ripped her top off in the kitchen, and that he had pulled his own off. She looked at him with black eyes trying to think of anything to say but her blank look seemed to say even more to him.
"You have got to be kidding me, do you have someone in there right now," he yelled his voice becoming more and more high pitched.
"Ronald!" Hermione gasped in shock, "even if she does it's absolutely none of your concern, she's of age and what she does is none of your business," she said finishing her speech off with a hit to his arm.
Ron looked between the two women his face growing redder by the moment and Ginny could tell he was winding up for a big explosion so she decided to cut him off.
"Hermione's right Ron I don't have to stand her listening to this, I'm going back to bed," with that she shut the door in his face cutting of whatever he was about to say.
There was silence for a moment until he started pounding on the door again calling to her through the door.
"Go away Ron," she yelled grabbing her wand from her skirt pocket where it had been discarded on the floor.
Quickly she cast another locking charm and a silencing charm which cut of his rant midsentence and would guarantee he couldn't hear her and Harry.
Harry let out the laugh he had been holding back and she glared at him. He threw his hands up in surrender as he watched the golden tinge seep into her eyes but couldn't stifle the laugh for long.
She stalked across the room plopping down onto the bed next to him, "I don't know what's so hilarious, you're the one that going to have to deal with him," she said as she slid her dressing gown from her shoulders.
Harry was momentarily distracted by the flash of pale skin he had before she slipped under the covers again, settling her smaller body against his.
"How'd you mean?" he asked trying to keep his thoughts straight as she started running her hand down his stomach.
"Well I'm sure Hermione is going to figure out who I have stashed in my room, at Ron can get anything out of her, so soon enough you're going to have six pissed off bug brothers to deal with," she said and laughed when he faked a shocked look.
He couldn't hold if for long, his face cracking into a wide grin and he leaned down to capture her lips in another kiss.
"I'll deal with anything if it means I get to be with you," he whispered and she forgot all about her teasing as he ran his hand up her leg.
Ron paced back and forth in the kitchen and Hermione let him. She had given up trying to calm him down over twenty minutes ago, and she was now settled in a seat helping herself to some homemade lemonade.
"I bet she's with him up there right now Hermione," he muttered for the umpteenth time.
"Uh huh," she sighed as she took another sip of her drink.
Just then the door burst open and Fred and George walked in their hands full of groceries. Ron span on his heal to look at them and they froze.
"Whoa what's up with Ronnikins," Fred laughed as he put his burden down on the table.
"Yeah he looks like he's going to burst from rage any moment," George said as he joined his shopping with his brother.
Fred leaned against the kitchen sink giggling as he looked at Hermione, "you been holding out on him again, we warned you how cranky he can get," he laughed as Hermione flushed but couldn't say anything else as Ron was now glaring at the both of his brothers.
"Do you know our baby sister has someone in her room right now," he said his anger bubbling over.
That stopped the twins in mid joke and they turned as one to look at Ron.
"What makes you think that," Fred said as the twins shared a look.
Ron jumped into the story of what they had found and how she had acted and the fact she had silenced her room the moment she had shut the door. George shrugged at Fred as Ron waffled on resuming his pacing and looking off as if he had forgotten the twins were even there. Fred slipped down into the chair next to Hermione slinging an arm around her shoulders as he did.
"Has our dear brother lost it or is there some truth to what he's saying," he whispered.
Sighing Hermione rubbed at the bridge of her nose knowing that nagging feeling in her head was going to become a full blown migraine before this afternoon was over.
"Some of it is, we did find the clothes he's ranting about," she said watching as George slipped down into the chair on her opposite side.
The twins shared another look and Hermione got the distinct feeling they were saying something to each other that she didn't understand.
"Huh who do you think it is," George asked suddenly drawing a smile from Hermione.
"Who cares who it is," Ron bellowed again making Hermione jump, "all that matters is there is someone in there with her," he said shooting his brothers dirty looks annoyed by the fact that they didn't seem the least bit bothered.
"Well it seems to me there's nothing we can do about it Ginny is an adult after all," Fred said as he began fishing in the bags for something to eat.
"Thank you Fred," Hermione sending a satisfied look at her boyfriend.
Ron glare at her and resumed his pacing and she decided it was best to ignore him all together or risk murdering him.