Disclaimer ~ I don't own the characters only the plot.
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Hermione snuck into her bedroom to check on Ron, like many times before. She poked her head through the door first, slowly pushing the rest of her body through the door. After maneuvering herself into the room she edged forward towards her bed.
Hovering over the bed she peered down. Something wasn't right, she noticed as she leaned down for a closer look at him. She jumped back and gasped as she saw that his eyes were open. "You scared me!" She said hoarsely as she took a closer step.
He chuckled. "It's kind of hard to sleep with all that noise you're making. You'd make less noise if you didn't try to sneak in."
She laughed as she pulled a chair by her desk and put it next to the bed. She sat down on the chair and leaned in closer to the bed, resting her elbows on her knees. "How are you feeling?" She asked warmly as she removed an arm from her leg and pressed it against his forehead.
He shifted positions underneath her so that her hand slipped onto the pillow top. "Would you hold still?" She asked angrily placing her hand on his forehead again. She leaned back in her chair after feeling his forehead. "You still have a fever."
"It'll be down by tomorrow morning. I need to get back to work anyway."
Hermione folded her arms across her chest, "No."
"What do you mean, no?" He asked, sitting up in her bed.
"I mean, No. You are not well enough to be out there again!" She crawled onto the bed and lightly pushed him down onto the bed again.
"Hermione, we have a lot of work to do. I'm going to work tomorrow." He crossed his arms across his chest like Hermione had moments earlier.
"Ron, you are NOT going back to work. You can't. I won't let you."
"And who's going to stop me?" He growled as he pushed the covers off, preparing to leap out of the bed.
He was too late though. Hermione had already pounced onto him, and had his arms pinned down to the mattress. He could easily remove her hands' grip on his arms if he wanted to. After all, he was a full-grown male wizard, not to mention, had three years in auror training.
He found himself, however, enjoying the warmth radiating from Hermione as she stared down at him with a determined face; A face that almost aroused him. He shook his head as he pushed her off of himself.
He climbed out of the bed and walked slowly towards the door. He had almost reached it when Hermione called out after him. "Ronald Weasley if you leave here, so help me God, I will get your mother."
Ron froze and turned around, facing her. She looked at him from her position on the bed and he knew that she was serious. He sighed grumpily as he walked back towards her bed. Pulling the covers up, and crawling under them once again.
She grabbed his wand from the floor and smiled triumphantly as she exited the room.
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Hermione stood over her stove in the kitchen humming happily as she stirred the contents of the pan. She loved cooking breakfast the muggle way. It cheered her up. Scooping the scrambled eggs out of a pan and pouring the lot into a bowl, she attended the pork sausage that was frying on another burner.
She was too busy spreading butter onto the toast when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around grinning widely. "Ah! Just in time for breakfast!" She said cheerily as she pushed Harry, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley into the chairs at her small table in her breakfast nook.
They shared confused looks as she brought five plates and set them down at the table. She began scooping eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast, anything imaginable onto the plates. After filling their cups with tea, she turned to them; "I'll be back in a minute!" She jogged out of the room.
Harry took some of the eggs off his plate onto his fork. He put the lot into his mouth and after swallowing he smiled. "Hermione can cook!" The rest began to eat their plate of food.
Hermione returned a few minutes later, with Ron, whose arm was wrapped tightly around her shoulder. One of her arms held him tightly around the waist, while the other held onto the arm strung over her shoulder.
She led him to one of the chairs and sat him down in it. She smiled at the rest as she took her seat. "I told him if he wanted breakfast, he'd have to come out here and get it."
He scowled at her as he reached for the plate of bacon. He began picking multiple pieces off of the plate until Hermione slapped at his hand. "Watch the cholesterol!"
Ginny choked on the tea she was sipping from her cup. Hermione was treating Ron like the three year old she was almost sure he was behaving like. She poured a tall glass of orange juice and set it in front of Ron. "No thanks," he added, "I'd like some tea."
"I'm sure you would." She said as she pushed the teapot further away from his reach. "But you're having orange juice."
"You're not my mum." He told her as he reached across the table.
"But I am," Molly said taking the pot of tea and setting it on the island behind her, "And I don't think you should be having it either."
Hermione smiled and went back to eating her food. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley chatted warmly as Ron stared longingly at the plate of sausage at the other side of the table.
"You ready to go, Hermione?" Harry asked standing up from his seat.
"Ready to go where?" Ron asked.
Hermione ignored him and began, "Yes, as soon as I get all these dishes taken care of."
"Go where?" Ron asked again.
"Oh, dear! Don't be silly!" Mrs. Weasley said. "You've cooked us all this delicious breakfast, the least we could do is clean up the dishes. You two go on along."
"Go where?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione smiled. "Can you two handle him, or do you need Harry's help?"
"Go WHERE?!"
"We probably could use your help, Harry," Ginny began, "I'm sure Ron has to use the loo. You can bring him in there and then after he's done bring him out onto the couch."
Harry nodded as Ron asked his question again. He walked casually over to the aggitated Ron, and gripped onto him bringing him to the bathroom.
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A/N: Sorry, more later. I hope this satisfied you for a while. I'll get back to it as soon as I possibly can. I know that was a horrible place to leave off at.
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Hermione snuck into her bedroom to check on Ron, like many times before. She poked her head through the door first, slowly pushing the rest of her body through the door. After maneuvering herself into the room she edged forward towards her bed.
Hovering over the bed she peered down. Something wasn't right, she noticed as she leaned down for a closer look at him. She jumped back and gasped as she saw that his eyes were open. "You scared me!" She said hoarsely as she took a closer step.
He chuckled. "It's kind of hard to sleep with all that noise you're making. You'd make less noise if you didn't try to sneak in."
She laughed as she pulled a chair by her desk and put it next to the bed. She sat down on the chair and leaned in closer to the bed, resting her elbows on her knees. "How are you feeling?" She asked warmly as she removed an arm from her leg and pressed it against his forehead.
He shifted positions underneath her so that her hand slipped onto the pillow top. "Would you hold still?" She asked angrily placing her hand on his forehead again. She leaned back in her chair after feeling his forehead. "You still have a fever."
"It'll be down by tomorrow morning. I need to get back to work anyway."
Hermione folded her arms across her chest, "No."
"What do you mean, no?" He asked, sitting up in her bed.
"I mean, No. You are not well enough to be out there again!" She crawled onto the bed and lightly pushed him down onto the bed again.
"Hermione, we have a lot of work to do. I'm going to work tomorrow." He crossed his arms across his chest like Hermione had moments earlier.
"Ron, you are NOT going back to work. You can't. I won't let you."
"And who's going to stop me?" He growled as he pushed the covers off, preparing to leap out of the bed.
He was too late though. Hermione had already pounced onto him, and had his arms pinned down to the mattress. He could easily remove her hands' grip on his arms if he wanted to. After all, he was a full-grown male wizard, not to mention, had three years in auror training.
He found himself, however, enjoying the warmth radiating from Hermione as she stared down at him with a determined face; A face that almost aroused him. He shook his head as he pushed her off of himself.
He climbed out of the bed and walked slowly towards the door. He had almost reached it when Hermione called out after him. "Ronald Weasley if you leave here, so help me God, I will get your mother."
Ron froze and turned around, facing her. She looked at him from her position on the bed and he knew that she was serious. He sighed grumpily as he walked back towards her bed. Pulling the covers up, and crawling under them once again.
She grabbed his wand from the floor and smiled triumphantly as she exited the room.
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Hermione stood over her stove in the kitchen humming happily as she stirred the contents of the pan. She loved cooking breakfast the muggle way. It cheered her up. Scooping the scrambled eggs out of a pan and pouring the lot into a bowl, she attended the pork sausage that was frying on another burner.
She was too busy spreading butter onto the toast when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around grinning widely. "Ah! Just in time for breakfast!" She said cheerily as she pushed Harry, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley into the chairs at her small table in her breakfast nook.
They shared confused looks as she brought five plates and set them down at the table. She began scooping eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast, anything imaginable onto the plates. After filling their cups with tea, she turned to them; "I'll be back in a minute!" She jogged out of the room.
Harry took some of the eggs off his plate onto his fork. He put the lot into his mouth and after swallowing he smiled. "Hermione can cook!" The rest began to eat their plate of food.
Hermione returned a few minutes later, with Ron, whose arm was wrapped tightly around her shoulder. One of her arms held him tightly around the waist, while the other held onto the arm strung over her shoulder.
She led him to one of the chairs and sat him down in it. She smiled at the rest as she took her seat. "I told him if he wanted breakfast, he'd have to come out here and get it."
He scowled at her as he reached for the plate of bacon. He began picking multiple pieces off of the plate until Hermione slapped at his hand. "Watch the cholesterol!"
Ginny choked on the tea she was sipping from her cup. Hermione was treating Ron like the three year old she was almost sure he was behaving like. She poured a tall glass of orange juice and set it in front of Ron. "No thanks," he added, "I'd like some tea."
"I'm sure you would." She said as she pushed the teapot further away from his reach. "But you're having orange juice."
"You're not my mum." He told her as he reached across the table.
"But I am," Molly said taking the pot of tea and setting it on the island behind her, "And I don't think you should be having it either."
Hermione smiled and went back to eating her food. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley chatted warmly as Ron stared longingly at the plate of sausage at the other side of the table.
"You ready to go, Hermione?" Harry asked standing up from his seat.
"Ready to go where?" Ron asked.
Hermione ignored him and began, "Yes, as soon as I get all these dishes taken care of."
"Go where?" Ron asked again.
"Oh, dear! Don't be silly!" Mrs. Weasley said. "You've cooked us all this delicious breakfast, the least we could do is clean up the dishes. You two go on along."
"Go where?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione smiled. "Can you two handle him, or do you need Harry's help?"
"Go WHERE?!"
"We probably could use your help, Harry," Ginny began, "I'm sure Ron has to use the loo. You can bring him in there and then after he's done bring him out onto the couch."
Harry nodded as Ron asked his question again. He walked casually over to the aggitated Ron, and gripped onto him bringing him to the bathroom.
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A/N: Sorry, more later. I hope this satisfied you for a while. I'll get back to it as soon as I possibly can. I know that was a horrible place to leave off at.