Hermione woke up Friday morning in Ron's arms. She lay there contently, fondly thinking of the night before. It had been just like her dream, only it had been a reality, making it a hundred times better. Who would have thought she had these feeling for Ron? Who would have thought that Ron and her would ever end up in this position, laying next to each other in the morning? She had never thought of Ron or Harry as anything more than friends, aside from the dream. She suddenly sat upright, bringing the silk sheet with her. Harry! What on earth would they tell him? How would he react? She looked at Ron and saw awake, grinning at her. He pulled her back down and wrapped his arms around her. "Good morning," he said, kissing her.
"What are we going to tell Harry?" She blurted out, sitting up again. Ron sat up quickly too, looking very tense. Hermione started to rub his shoulders and waited for him to answer, because for once, she had no idea what the answer was.
"We'll tell him the truth," Ron decided. "Now we should probably get dressed so we aren't late for breakfast." With that said, they both got out of the waterbed and started searching for their clothes that had been shed in a hurry the night before. Once fully dressed, they walked out of the statue together and headed up to the bathroom where they met Moaning Myrtle.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "You were down there all night, weren't you?" she giggled, then floated into her toilet, diving in it with a splash.
Hermione and Ron walked hand in hand into the Great Hall. Luckily they were the first Gryffindors in there so they didn't have to explain why they weren't seen getting ready. Harry came in a few moments later and Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. Hermione nudged Ron with her foot and he cleared his throat. "Harry," he said. "Hermione has something to tell you." He cowered as she shot him a dirty look. Then she announced, "Harry, Ron and I decided we had feelings for each other and last night we acted on those feeling. We hope this won't make things uncomfortable for you."
Harry replied, "no, not at all. What do you mean you acted on…OH," he finished realizing what Hermione had meant. ""Go you, Ron," the two of them exchanged high fives
"Oh please," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"See," Ron added. "Just like old times." Hermione bopped him on the head with a book, then laughing the three began to eat breakfast, pausing to cover their food when the mail arrived because sometimes the owls dropped more than just letters and packages. Harry got a letter from Sirius, updating him on the events of the resistance of the Dark side. Harry passed the letter to Hermione, who was sitting on Ron's lap. They read it silently, then talked it over with Harry, reassuring him that Sirius and Remus would be alright.
They hurried through the rest of breakfast and rushed to another Friday of classes, all three of them looking forward to the party that night, Ron and Hermione not knowing about what Harry had planned for him and Cho that night after the party.
"What are we going to tell Harry?" She blurted out, sitting up again. Ron sat up quickly too, looking very tense. Hermione started to rub his shoulders and waited for him to answer, because for once, she had no idea what the answer was.
"We'll tell him the truth," Ron decided. "Now we should probably get dressed so we aren't late for breakfast." With that said, they both got out of the waterbed and started searching for their clothes that had been shed in a hurry the night before. Once fully dressed, they walked out of the statue together and headed up to the bathroom where they met Moaning Myrtle.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "You were down there all night, weren't you?" she giggled, then floated into her toilet, diving in it with a splash.
Hermione and Ron walked hand in hand into the Great Hall. Luckily they were the first Gryffindors in there so they didn't have to explain why they weren't seen getting ready. Harry came in a few moments later and Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. Hermione nudged Ron with her foot and he cleared his throat. "Harry," he said. "Hermione has something to tell you." He cowered as she shot him a dirty look. Then she announced, "Harry, Ron and I decided we had feelings for each other and last night we acted on those feeling. We hope this won't make things uncomfortable for you."
Harry replied, "no, not at all. What do you mean you acted on…OH," he finished realizing what Hermione had meant. ""Go you, Ron," the two of them exchanged high fives
"Oh please," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"See," Ron added. "Just like old times." Hermione bopped him on the head with a book, then laughing the three began to eat breakfast, pausing to cover their food when the mail arrived because sometimes the owls dropped more than just letters and packages. Harry got a letter from Sirius, updating him on the events of the resistance of the Dark side. Harry passed the letter to Hermione, who was sitting on Ron's lap. They read it silently, then talked it over with Harry, reassuring him that Sirius and Remus would be alright.
They hurried through the rest of breakfast and rushed to another Friday of classes, all three of them looking forward to the party that night, Ron and Hermione not knowing about what Harry had planned for him and Cho that night after the party.