Bed Knobs and Broomsticks
Author's Note- Sorry about the long wait, but thank you for the reviews!
Chapter Seven- The Agony of Ron Weasley
Sun rays from the early morning light flickered across Ginny's face, she twitched in the process of waking, her eyes fluttering open. Tracing the bare arm wrapped around her, the previous events were recalled when reaching the deep scratches on Harry's arm.
She let out a giggle.
" What are you laughing at?" he muttered, eyes closed and smiling.
" I think you know damn well what I'm laughing at" she whispered running a finger over one of the wounds.
He jerked it away and opened his green eyes, " whatever it takes to keep you quiet".
They took one hell of a risk the night before after going to bed. Harry had to eat away at his lip and Ginny obviously nearly clawed his arms to the bone. Both could feel their hearts rubbing against their tonsils when Arthur and Molly returned to the Burrow in the middle of ' things'. With nothing more than pure luck, Arthur restrained Molly from using any light, assuring her that they were just fine.
Harry leaned over to kiss her when footsteps, yet again, pounded in the staircase. Ginny shrieked and reached for her nightshirt, he pulled the covers up to his neck to hide the fact that he was topless. Had it been Bill, or Penelope, heck even Percy who was coming downstairs, they would have just walked on by.
But no, it had to be Hermione standing at the end of the mattress. " Hi!" she grinned.
Ginny was clothes just on the time, " hello" it still sounded a bit cold.
" Hi" Harry tried to sound welcoming, but she seemed to be appearing at inappropriate times lately.
" Sleep okay?". They nodded, " oh, Harry, what happened to your arm?" she saw the marks. Her voice sounded more fake than Draco Malfoy's talent in Quidditch.
He quickly hid his arms under the cover, " nothing".
" Let me take a look at that" she bent down and grabbed the bed sheet, he quickly did the same, pulling them closer to his chin, " come on".
That grin, the way she was so eager to move him, she knew, she had to have known. After the night before, it'd be surprising if Hermione, as smart as she is, didn't figure it out. And she wanted to openly prove it to herself.
" Hermione, don't! Let go!" she had already dragged him onto the floor. Ginny swiftly pulled on a pair of boxer shorts (she wasn't sure if they were her pajama bottoms, or his) and went to his rescue. Harry's grip was struggling and she kept pulling. Ginny jumped onto the back of the couch and threw herself at Hermione, tackling her to the floor. Hermione flew to her feet, brushing off herself. With an angry face and frizzed hair, she dashed for the staircase.
She didn't stop climbing until she reached the landing just below the attic. Walking through the door that read Ronald's Room, sure enough he was laying on his stomach, snoring.
" Ron" she said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed, " wake up!" she yelled.
He jerked awake, a little startled. " Hermione" he moaned, " it's early, go back to sleep, I am".
There was that smirk again, " of you heard what I was about to tell you, you wouldn't want to sleep. IN fact, you'd most likely want to murder Harry".
" What'd he do?" he muttered, more asleep than paying attention.
Hermione, in all fairness, wanted to put this lightly. " Uh, well, he took your sister innocence",
" What's that mean?".
" Er- try this- they danced the tango together".
" Harry can't dance" Ron grumbled.
Oh well, she tried. " Harry and Ginny slept together!" she snapped.
Ron turned over, " last night, and the night before that and even the night before that".
Hermione groaned, annoyed, " I meant sex! Harry and Ginny had sex!".
He shot up fast enough to nearly knock her out. " Bloody hell! They said nothing was going on..." He gasped as she nodded, " they lied!".
" Though it has become very obvious since we got home last night" Ron returned not long after Hermione went to bed, so he missed the scramble.
" How come I didn't notice?" Ron's eyes grew wide.
" It's not that obvious".
" I still can't believe this!" she motioned from him to lower his voice, " my sister and my best friend!".
Hermione shoved the bed sheet into his mouth, " why don't you send a Howler downstairs and tell everyone else? This can't leave us, alright?".
" You can't expect me to ignore this!".
" No" her sly grin slowly came back, " we'll stop their little love fest, unless of course, you support their relationship" he rapidly shook his head, " that's what I thought. Now, give it a month, by that time, there'll be so much guilt, they won't be able to stand the sight of each other. They'll realize they're not in any way right for each other. And if not, we'll make them. It's not being mean or anything, after all, it's for their own good" Hermione Granger was an excellent liar.
Ron sighed, " I don't know Hermione. A lot can happen in a month".
Author's Note- Sorry about the long wait, but thank you for the reviews!
Chapter Seven- The Agony of Ron Weasley
Sun rays from the early morning light flickered across Ginny's face, she twitched in the process of waking, her eyes fluttering open. Tracing the bare arm wrapped around her, the previous events were recalled when reaching the deep scratches on Harry's arm.
She let out a giggle.
" What are you laughing at?" he muttered, eyes closed and smiling.
" I think you know damn well what I'm laughing at" she whispered running a finger over one of the wounds.
He jerked it away and opened his green eyes, " whatever it takes to keep you quiet".
They took one hell of a risk the night before after going to bed. Harry had to eat away at his lip and Ginny obviously nearly clawed his arms to the bone. Both could feel their hearts rubbing against their tonsils when Arthur and Molly returned to the Burrow in the middle of ' things'. With nothing more than pure luck, Arthur restrained Molly from using any light, assuring her that they were just fine.
Harry leaned over to kiss her when footsteps, yet again, pounded in the staircase. Ginny shrieked and reached for her nightshirt, he pulled the covers up to his neck to hide the fact that he was topless. Had it been Bill, or Penelope, heck even Percy who was coming downstairs, they would have just walked on by.
But no, it had to be Hermione standing at the end of the mattress. " Hi!" she grinned.
Ginny was clothes just on the time, " hello" it still sounded a bit cold.
" Hi" Harry tried to sound welcoming, but she seemed to be appearing at inappropriate times lately.
" Sleep okay?". They nodded, " oh, Harry, what happened to your arm?" she saw the marks. Her voice sounded more fake than Draco Malfoy's talent in Quidditch.
He quickly hid his arms under the cover, " nothing".
" Let me take a look at that" she bent down and grabbed the bed sheet, he quickly did the same, pulling them closer to his chin, " come on".
That grin, the way she was so eager to move him, she knew, she had to have known. After the night before, it'd be surprising if Hermione, as smart as she is, didn't figure it out. And she wanted to openly prove it to herself.
" Hermione, don't! Let go!" she had already dragged him onto the floor. Ginny swiftly pulled on a pair of boxer shorts (she wasn't sure if they were her pajama bottoms, or his) and went to his rescue. Harry's grip was struggling and she kept pulling. Ginny jumped onto the back of the couch and threw herself at Hermione, tackling her to the floor. Hermione flew to her feet, brushing off herself. With an angry face and frizzed hair, she dashed for the staircase.
She didn't stop climbing until she reached the landing just below the attic. Walking through the door that read Ronald's Room, sure enough he was laying on his stomach, snoring.
" Ron" she said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed, " wake up!" she yelled.
He jerked awake, a little startled. " Hermione" he moaned, " it's early, go back to sleep, I am".
There was that smirk again, " of you heard what I was about to tell you, you wouldn't want to sleep. IN fact, you'd most likely want to murder Harry".
" What'd he do?" he muttered, more asleep than paying attention.
Hermione, in all fairness, wanted to put this lightly. " Uh, well, he took your sister innocence",
" What's that mean?".
" Er- try this- they danced the tango together".
" Harry can't dance" Ron grumbled.
Oh well, she tried. " Harry and Ginny slept together!" she snapped.
Ron turned over, " last night, and the night before that and even the night before that".
Hermione groaned, annoyed, " I meant sex! Harry and Ginny had sex!".
He shot up fast enough to nearly knock her out. " Bloody hell! They said nothing was going on..." He gasped as she nodded, " they lied!".
" Though it has become very obvious since we got home last night" Ron returned not long after Hermione went to bed, so he missed the scramble.
" How come I didn't notice?" Ron's eyes grew wide.
" It's not that obvious".
" I still can't believe this!" she motioned from him to lower his voice, " my sister and my best friend!".
Hermione shoved the bed sheet into his mouth, " why don't you send a Howler downstairs and tell everyone else? This can't leave us, alright?".
" You can't expect me to ignore this!".
" No" her sly grin slowly came back, " we'll stop their little love fest, unless of course, you support their relationship" he rapidly shook his head, " that's what I thought. Now, give it a month, by that time, there'll be so much guilt, they won't be able to stand the sight of each other. They'll realize they're not in any way right for each other. And if not, we'll make them. It's not being mean or anything, after all, it's for their own good" Hermione Granger was an excellent liar.
Ron sighed, " I don't know Hermione. A lot can happen in a month".