An at end.

Hermione woke to the sounds of clambering up the stairs. When she finally figured out where she was, she looked around Ron's room not getting up. Ron's hand was over her stomach awfully close to something, or some things, else. When she finally realized this wouldn't be the best picture if Ron's Mom came in, she tried to shake Ron awake.

"Chocolate Froggies oh, chocolate Froggies, peas and bananas, lot's of Gramm crackers and a little bit of a tooth." Hermione didn't understand any of Ron's rubbish and after the fiftieth time of trying to wake him, she gave up and laid back down.

She couldn't escape his grasp since well he was strong and she was very petite.

"Ron will you wake up?" Hermione whispered, not wanting to be heard.

"Ron? We are serving brekkie now! You wanna come? Maybe you can help get Hermione up. Oh and guess who decided to visit us?" some voice wailed after knocking on the door.

Hermione tried to disguise her voice. "I'll be down in a second." she didn't sound like Ron.

"Ron? Are you okay?" some other voice said.

"Yeah Ron we're gonna come in now, okay?" another voice said.

"No, I'm not dressed." Hermione tried desperately to cover up her voice again.

"Ronny-kins, we've seen to stark naked, let us come in!" she suspected the voice was George.

"Yeah, remember that one time, when you were experimenting with that Muggle vacuum thinger? It basically took all your clothes off and Great Aunt Agnus was over. That was funny, you were standing there in your underwear, and all of a sudden she barges in and says 'Ronald? Were you making out with the vacuum majigger naked?'" she suspected Fred said that.

"Ron, let us in!" she couldn't place the other voice, since it was really hard to. Could be Harry, could be.

Harry? If it was Harry, and he saw them like this, uh-oh.

"I'm coming, uh, gimme five minutes." Ron/Hermione said.

"No, if you don't come down with us, Mum'll kill us." Fred said.

"Yeah, said you had to be up by now." George said.

"Ron, we're coming in."

Hermione tried to get out of Ron's grasp. It was no use.

"Ron still isn't up? Dearie. Let me through. Alomorha!" Ron's Mum said.

"Crap!" Hermione said trying to hide herself under the covers.

Mrs. Weasly opened the door, looking at Ron still asleep.

"Ron, bacon!!!" Mum said.

"Bacon?" Hermione whispered to herself.

Ron was up, alert. Ron moved his hand up a little. Two centimeters away from her, uh, some things.

"Ron, will you get up?" Mrs. Weasly pulled the covers off Ron.

"Hermione?" The boys were shocked.

"Hermione, dear, um, go on. Into your room."

"I would, except, Ron won't let go of me."

"Ronald Weasly remove your hand this instant!" Mrs. Weasly said looking at where his hand was positioned.

"Sorry, Mum." Ron said awfully quiet for our little character.
"Ron, we're going o have a talk after breakfast. You will be in the living room, at promptly nine o'clock, Hermione, I'll see you at 9:30." Mrs. Weasly sighed.

Hermione went out of the room, passing in between George and Harry. Fred was on the other side of George.

Hermione stopped for a moment , hugged Harry, and left to Ginny's room, one floor down.

Once Mrs. Weasly left, Fred and George sat next to Ron, on either side. Harry was starring blankly at where Hermione used to be.

"Oi, Ron, how far did you get?" Fred asked intrigued.

"I have no clue what you are talking about. Hi Harry."

"You know. Did you get past first base?" George asked.

"I don't think he knows what you are talking about, George. Hi Ron. He means did you get past kissing?" Harry said a little bit worried for Ron.

Ron got up and whispered in Harry's ear, "We just shared a bed for sleeping. Nothing happened, not even kissing."

"Oi, Ron? So did you?" Fred asked.

"I'm not gonna tell you Fred." Ron answered.

"Ronny-kins, we're your brothers. You can tell us anything, and in long detail." George said saddened.

"You guys realize Hermione and I are only friends, right?" Ron said.

"You've liked Hermione since second year." Harry said.

"Hermione doesn't like me, she likes that Krum bastard." Ron says sad.

"Okay, let's go down to breakfast, you at least can have a good meal before you die." George finally spoke.

"Yeah. Let's go." Ron said.




Sorry it's so short, it's only..... I have to decorate the Christmas tree and you all wanted another chapter, so here. I hope you all know this is third person telling the story. I hope you all like it, and I hope I get reviews.!!!!!!!

~~~~~Margarita Mocha