A/N: It's Thursday---Ron's POV now. Yes, Malfoy's spell did do something to
him---but I'm not telling what! :::NAH NAH NA NA NAH::::
It was a cold morning, a cold day really. Snow had just begun to fall, turning the stark December sky into a vision of Christmas.
Ron knew what he wanted for Christmas...a certain little bookish girl with brown hair and a little pixie face..*WHAT?? Well-NO! that's wrong Ron! You do not think about you best friend as a Christmas present, with a little red bow atop her head wearing her very revealing plaid pyjamas..STOP RON!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???*
Ron began to think very hard about the last goblin rebellion Proffessor Binns had droned on about-something with Frelldwig the blind or some such- of course this was not getting him very far, seeing as how Hermione was right in front of him, in a state.
"Oh Ron!" She hissed. It was the absolute closest she could come to yelling without waking up any of the others in his dorm room.
*Why is she in my dorm anyway-IN SLEEP WEAR NO LESS!!!---Frelldwig the blind, Frelldwig the blind*
"I was so tired last night, studying you know, and I think you took my charms book! Not on purpose of course, I don't think you're a thief, definitely one that steals books.." (the *worst* kind to Hermione) "and I don't know if I left the assignment in it, because I looked for it when I woke up, just to be sure you know, in my bag-" She continued on like this for quite some time, babbling incoherently, as it were.
I propped myself up on my arms, my warm comforter covers falling down from my chest. I started to tell her to shut it, when I noticed her expression.
It actually wasn't really an expression. It was more like an entranced stare. I watched as she mentally collected herself, a slight blush rising on her cheeks as I gave her a lazy grin.
"What were you saying Hermione?" I asked. I was being a git, I knew it. But it's not often you get to see always-in-control Hermione get flustered at anything.
"Well, my----umm---my-"She paused, recollecting herself. It seemed her eyes had wandered farther down again. I filed this away for future reference, surprised at how much the simple sight of my uncovered chest could unhinge her.
Oh the power.
I fought the urge to say "Eyes up here Hermione" when I heard Seamus groan from the other side of the room.
"Another day, another hell." He muttered, opening the crimson bed curtains. Hermione began to pale, her eyes widened with fright at a prefect being caught in the boys dorms early in the morning.
I shot out my arm, grabbing her around her waist, pulling her through the curtains with a small squeak. She was now lying on my bed.
*Hermione is on my bed. In a tiny plaid pyjama top and bottoms- Frelldwig-oh hell. It's not like it's going to work anyways!*
I quickly pulled the curtains together, and then looked down at Hermione, who looked at me, bewildered. I fought the urge to laugh as I pulled back my coverings, ushering her into the warm sheets.
Now *that* look was stricken. I laced my hand softly around her waist, not wanting to make any sudden noises or draw any attention towards my bed, and drew her down. She gazed up at me from my side, her eyes a mix between trust and wariness, and suddenly I had to chuckle.
"RON!" Hermione mouthed, shocked. Quickly, she threw the covers over her head, sinking down beneath them, wrapped her arms around me, and snuggled in surprisingly close.
After about a minute, I realised I'd stopped breathing, and took a deep breath. Hermione began to wriggle for some reason, and her hand tickled across my lower back, causing me to laugh out right.
"What was that Ron?" Harry asked sleepily, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing Harry, good dream is all," I lied. Hermione's hair laid lightly over my chest, the sounds of beds being made, books being picked up, and clothes being put on made me anxious.
"Get up Ron! You don't want to be late," Dean Thomas said.
"I'm real tired, I reckon, give me a few more minutes," I replied, tempted just to yell "Ger' off!"
"Alright, then," Dean and Seamus Finnigan said, just before the door closed. I heard foot steps approaching the bed from the left, and I pushed myself up on my elbow, trying to disguise the lump in the covers that was none other than Hermione Granger, mine and Harry's best friend.
The curtains opened, and Hermione flattened herself against me, her arms clutching me tighter, an altogether pleasant sensation.
"You know you never just take five minutes, Ron," Harry said, staring at my back. "You always end up rushing-oh, your getting up-OH! Oh.....was it one of *THOSE* mornings then?" He asked. I could feel the blood rush up to my ears, "Well, I'll see you down at breakfast then."
I heard the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly Hermione's voluminous hair popped out from under the covers, curiosity alight in her eyes, "What did he mean by one of *THOSE* mornings?"
"OUT! And---well, never mind," I muttered. "I'll give you your charms book in the great hall. Now get to your dorm!" I smiled ruefully at her. "Ger'off you! Before I tell everyone the perfect Hermione Granger misplaced her text!"
Her mouth opened, aghast, "You wouldn't!"
"Oh, but wouldn't I?"
She bit her lip for a moment contemplating, "Really, Ron, what did he mean by one of *THOSE* mornings?" Suddenly she turned crimson.
"Oh---well, then---I'll be off---"
A/N: HEHEHEHEHE!!!!! And if you don't know what *THOSE* mornings are, I'm not going to tell you! :::: Muse laughs evilly::::::: poor-Ophelia also gives a sinister cackle:::::::: Muse shouts "Hey! That's my line you rotten, stinky, ungrateful, little---"grabs chair and beats Ophelia over the head with it:::
It was a cold morning, a cold day really. Snow had just begun to fall, turning the stark December sky into a vision of Christmas.
Ron knew what he wanted for Christmas...a certain little bookish girl with brown hair and a little pixie face..*WHAT?? Well-NO! that's wrong Ron! You do not think about you best friend as a Christmas present, with a little red bow atop her head wearing her very revealing plaid pyjamas..STOP RON!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???*
Ron began to think very hard about the last goblin rebellion Proffessor Binns had droned on about-something with Frelldwig the blind or some such- of course this was not getting him very far, seeing as how Hermione was right in front of him, in a state.
"Oh Ron!" She hissed. It was the absolute closest she could come to yelling without waking up any of the others in his dorm room.
*Why is she in my dorm anyway-IN SLEEP WEAR NO LESS!!!---Frelldwig the blind, Frelldwig the blind*
"I was so tired last night, studying you know, and I think you took my charms book! Not on purpose of course, I don't think you're a thief, definitely one that steals books.." (the *worst* kind to Hermione) "and I don't know if I left the assignment in it, because I looked for it when I woke up, just to be sure you know, in my bag-" She continued on like this for quite some time, babbling incoherently, as it were.
I propped myself up on my arms, my warm comforter covers falling down from my chest. I started to tell her to shut it, when I noticed her expression.
It actually wasn't really an expression. It was more like an entranced stare. I watched as she mentally collected herself, a slight blush rising on her cheeks as I gave her a lazy grin.
"What were you saying Hermione?" I asked. I was being a git, I knew it. But it's not often you get to see always-in-control Hermione get flustered at anything.
"Well, my----umm---my-"She paused, recollecting herself. It seemed her eyes had wandered farther down again. I filed this away for future reference, surprised at how much the simple sight of my uncovered chest could unhinge her.
Oh the power.
I fought the urge to say "Eyes up here Hermione" when I heard Seamus groan from the other side of the room.
"Another day, another hell." He muttered, opening the crimson bed curtains. Hermione began to pale, her eyes widened with fright at a prefect being caught in the boys dorms early in the morning.
I shot out my arm, grabbing her around her waist, pulling her through the curtains with a small squeak. She was now lying on my bed.
*Hermione is on my bed. In a tiny plaid pyjama top and bottoms- Frelldwig-oh hell. It's not like it's going to work anyways!*
I quickly pulled the curtains together, and then looked down at Hermione, who looked at me, bewildered. I fought the urge to laugh as I pulled back my coverings, ushering her into the warm sheets.
Now *that* look was stricken. I laced my hand softly around her waist, not wanting to make any sudden noises or draw any attention towards my bed, and drew her down. She gazed up at me from my side, her eyes a mix between trust and wariness, and suddenly I had to chuckle.
"RON!" Hermione mouthed, shocked. Quickly, she threw the covers over her head, sinking down beneath them, wrapped her arms around me, and snuggled in surprisingly close.
After about a minute, I realised I'd stopped breathing, and took a deep breath. Hermione began to wriggle for some reason, and her hand tickled across my lower back, causing me to laugh out right.
"What was that Ron?" Harry asked sleepily, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing Harry, good dream is all," I lied. Hermione's hair laid lightly over my chest, the sounds of beds being made, books being picked up, and clothes being put on made me anxious.
"Get up Ron! You don't want to be late," Dean Thomas said.
"I'm real tired, I reckon, give me a few more minutes," I replied, tempted just to yell "Ger' off!"
"Alright, then," Dean and Seamus Finnigan said, just before the door closed. I heard foot steps approaching the bed from the left, and I pushed myself up on my elbow, trying to disguise the lump in the covers that was none other than Hermione Granger, mine and Harry's best friend.
The curtains opened, and Hermione flattened herself against me, her arms clutching me tighter, an altogether pleasant sensation.
"You know you never just take five minutes, Ron," Harry said, staring at my back. "You always end up rushing-oh, your getting up-OH! Oh.....was it one of *THOSE* mornings then?" He asked. I could feel the blood rush up to my ears, "Well, I'll see you down at breakfast then."
I heard the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly Hermione's voluminous hair popped out from under the covers, curiosity alight in her eyes, "What did he mean by one of *THOSE* mornings?"
"OUT! And---well, never mind," I muttered. "I'll give you your charms book in the great hall. Now get to your dorm!" I smiled ruefully at her. "Ger'off you! Before I tell everyone the perfect Hermione Granger misplaced her text!"
Her mouth opened, aghast, "You wouldn't!"
"Oh, but wouldn't I?"
She bit her lip for a moment contemplating, "Really, Ron, what did he mean by one of *THOSE* mornings?" Suddenly she turned crimson.
"Oh---well, then---I'll be off---"
A/N: HEHEHEHEHE!!!!! And if you don't know what *THOSE* mornings are, I'm not going to tell you! :::: Muse laughs evilly::::::: poor-Ophelia also gives a sinister cackle:::::::: Muse shouts "Hey! That's my line you rotten, stinky, ungrateful, little---"grabs chair and beats Ophelia over the head with it:::