Chapter 2
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Disclaimer: I don't even own this computer, let alone any of the characters I play around with on it.
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Hermione came around to Ron and Harrys' the next morning at around 10am. No one was awake, but the front door was still wide open from the night before, so she walked in.
Harry and Ginny were still lying together in the corner - Hermione wondered if Harry would be quite as delighted as Ginny when they woke up to find themselves entangled.
She stepped over the various bodies lying on the floor and walked to Rons' room. She opened his door to find him still asleep in bed. Hermione smiled maternally as she watched her friend sleep. He was wearing Chudley Cannons pyjama's and his sleeping face was looking so peaceful and innocent.
*Too* peaceful and innocent.
Hermione jumped on his bed.
"Wake up, Ron!"
Ron sat up with a start, squinting in the bright sunlight peeking around his curtains.
"What the- Who the- Hermione?"
Ron's face coloured a lovely shade of scarlet and he clutched at his sheets, pulling them up to cover his pj's.
"Too late, Ron. I already saw. I also read your diary and tried on your clothes."
Ron blanched.
"What - you actually have a diary, Ron Weasley!" exclaimed Hermione is delight. "Damnit - I can't believe I didn't even look for one. Well, next time I will. Never go to sleep again Ron, unless you want me to find out all your secrets."
"Ah. . . no. I - I don't have a diary. . ." Ron stammered. It was way to early in the morning to try and think this fast. On top of that, now he would have to find a better hiding place for his diary. And - good lord - Hermione - THE Hermione - was on his bed. . . "Er, Hermione. Why are you in my room at like, 6 o'clock in the morning?"
"Try 10 o'clock. And I'm here to help you clean up after last night."
"Er. Right. Well. Can I have some privacy while I get dressed?" Hermione left the room, still shocked that Ron actually kept a diary. She had known him for how long? 10 years? Crazy - who would have guessed?
Hermione entered the living room and gazed around at the mess. Sheeesh. There were cans and bottles and glasses scattered around everywhere - some empty, some still half full, some encrusted in a variety of Fred and Georges' sticky creations. There were bits of little pastries and potato crisps all over the ground, not to mention random items of clothing and other personal belonging left behind by guests. And then, of course, there were all the randoms sleeping on the floor, the couch. . . the coffee table? How could people possibly managed to create such a mess (not to mention sleep on a coffee table)? Hermione sighed, found a broom and started to sweep up the rubbish.
Ron came into the room, still squinting and rubbing his eyes.
"Mornin', 'Mione," he grunted, still embarrassed that the girl he liked had seen him in his pj's. His Chudley Cannons pj's at that.
"Mornin' Ron." Hermione poked a sleeping Neville Longbottom in the back with the broom handle. He groaned and didn't move. "Ok, so I'll clean that bit later. . ."
Suddenly there was a scream from the corner and Harry stood up abruptly. His robes were encrusted with a pinkish, sticky liquid and his hair was all sticking up one on side (more than usual). The remains of the make-up Ginny had so loving applied the night before was smeared across his face. Hermione and Ron looked at him and burst out laughing.
Ginny sat up beside him, and from the look on her face, all her wishes had come true.
"Er, Ron, maybe we should clean the kitchen."
"Yup. Good idea."
Things weren't much better in the kitchen. Well, Harry and Ginny weren't in there sorting out their personal lives ,which was definitely a bonus, but the mess was possibly worse. In fact, it was most decidedly worse. Sticky patches of blended fruit, vegetables, cooking ingredients and Firewhiskey were splattered all over the walls, ceiling, floor and cupboard doors. Ron groaned and kicked one of the twins. He didn't know which, as the head of the sleeping twin was in the open fridge. There was no sign of the other one.
Sighing, Hermione began collecting up all the unused ingredients and opened a cupboard door above her head. She screamed and dropped the cans, jars and boxes back on the ground. Fred blinked and opened his eyes.
"Hey, Hermione. What are you doing down there?"
"What are you doing up there?"
"I don't really remember. . . but I've never slept in a cupboard before. So, all round a good night, I'd say."
"Er. . . good for you." Hermione closed the cupboard door and looked at Ron with raised eyes. Run just shrugged.
"I stopped trying to understand a long time ago. I expect this is the first time George slept in a fridge too."
"Well, it was a great night for firsts then."
Harry sidled into the room.
"Uh, guys. Did I do anything. . . bad last night?"
"No, Harry. Of course not. But it's a good thing you proposed to Ginny, because after all the things you were doing together in your room, she's probably carrying your child."
Harry looked like he had just seen Snape washing his hair. In the nude.
Combined with his morning-after hair, clothes and make-up, and the fact that he actually believed Hermiones' story, Ron couldn't help but laugh at his friend. Harry, still looking as if he had been dropped from a passing UFO, left the kitchen and ran to his room, locking the door, before Ginny could attach herself to him again.
"Let's just clean up the stuff that will smell if we leave it too long, and leave the rest for Harry."
"Good plan," Hermione agreed.
"Then, er. . . maybe you'd. . . er. . . um. . . may-maybe. . . we could. . . g-gooutforbreakfastsomewheremaybeifyouwantto." Ron said this last bit very fast and then turned a bright purplish-red. Hermione didn't even notice his embarrassment, or the fact it had taken Ron about 5 minutes to spit the words out.
"Sure. I think Fred and George used up anything remotely edible last night."
Ron almost felt light-headed with relief and had to use all his self control not to sway on the spot.
"Er. Ok. Cool. Um. . . I'll just. . . I'll just get my wallet. . ." he said. His voice about two octaves higher than usual.
"Wait - have you opened my present, yet?"
"Oh, er. No. Should I open it now?"
"Well, duh, Einstein."
Hermione went into the living room and searched under the couch until she found the present.
"Here you go."
With trembling hands, Ron unwrapped the brightly wrapped gift.
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Disclaimer: I don't even own this computer, let alone any of the characters I play around with on it.
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Hermione came around to Ron and Harrys' the next morning at around 10am. No one was awake, but the front door was still wide open from the night before, so she walked in.
Harry and Ginny were still lying together in the corner - Hermione wondered if Harry would be quite as delighted as Ginny when they woke up to find themselves entangled.
She stepped over the various bodies lying on the floor and walked to Rons' room. She opened his door to find him still asleep in bed. Hermione smiled maternally as she watched her friend sleep. He was wearing Chudley Cannons pyjama's and his sleeping face was looking so peaceful and innocent.
*Too* peaceful and innocent.
Hermione jumped on his bed.
"Wake up, Ron!"
Ron sat up with a start, squinting in the bright sunlight peeking around his curtains.
"What the- Who the- Hermione?"
Ron's face coloured a lovely shade of scarlet and he clutched at his sheets, pulling them up to cover his pj's.
"Too late, Ron. I already saw. I also read your diary and tried on your clothes."
Ron blanched.
"What - you actually have a diary, Ron Weasley!" exclaimed Hermione is delight. "Damnit - I can't believe I didn't even look for one. Well, next time I will. Never go to sleep again Ron, unless you want me to find out all your secrets."
"Ah. . . no. I - I don't have a diary. . ." Ron stammered. It was way to early in the morning to try and think this fast. On top of that, now he would have to find a better hiding place for his diary. And - good lord - Hermione - THE Hermione - was on his bed. . . "Er, Hermione. Why are you in my room at like, 6 o'clock in the morning?"
"Try 10 o'clock. And I'm here to help you clean up after last night."
"Er. Right. Well. Can I have some privacy while I get dressed?" Hermione left the room, still shocked that Ron actually kept a diary. She had known him for how long? 10 years? Crazy - who would have guessed?
Hermione entered the living room and gazed around at the mess. Sheeesh. There were cans and bottles and glasses scattered around everywhere - some empty, some still half full, some encrusted in a variety of Fred and Georges' sticky creations. There were bits of little pastries and potato crisps all over the ground, not to mention random items of clothing and other personal belonging left behind by guests. And then, of course, there were all the randoms sleeping on the floor, the couch. . . the coffee table? How could people possibly managed to create such a mess (not to mention sleep on a coffee table)? Hermione sighed, found a broom and started to sweep up the rubbish.
Ron came into the room, still squinting and rubbing his eyes.
"Mornin', 'Mione," he grunted, still embarrassed that the girl he liked had seen him in his pj's. His Chudley Cannons pj's at that.
"Mornin' Ron." Hermione poked a sleeping Neville Longbottom in the back with the broom handle. He groaned and didn't move. "Ok, so I'll clean that bit later. . ."
Suddenly there was a scream from the corner and Harry stood up abruptly. His robes were encrusted with a pinkish, sticky liquid and his hair was all sticking up one on side (more than usual). The remains of the make-up Ginny had so loving applied the night before was smeared across his face. Hermione and Ron looked at him and burst out laughing.
Ginny sat up beside him, and from the look on her face, all her wishes had come true.
"Er, Ron, maybe we should clean the kitchen."
"Yup. Good idea."
Things weren't much better in the kitchen. Well, Harry and Ginny weren't in there sorting out their personal lives ,which was definitely a bonus, but the mess was possibly worse. In fact, it was most decidedly worse. Sticky patches of blended fruit, vegetables, cooking ingredients and Firewhiskey were splattered all over the walls, ceiling, floor and cupboard doors. Ron groaned and kicked one of the twins. He didn't know which, as the head of the sleeping twin was in the open fridge. There was no sign of the other one.
Sighing, Hermione began collecting up all the unused ingredients and opened a cupboard door above her head. She screamed and dropped the cans, jars and boxes back on the ground. Fred blinked and opened his eyes.
"Hey, Hermione. What are you doing down there?"
"What are you doing up there?"
"I don't really remember. . . but I've never slept in a cupboard before. So, all round a good night, I'd say."
"Er. . . good for you." Hermione closed the cupboard door and looked at Ron with raised eyes. Run just shrugged.
"I stopped trying to understand a long time ago. I expect this is the first time George slept in a fridge too."
"Well, it was a great night for firsts then."
Harry sidled into the room.
"Uh, guys. Did I do anything. . . bad last night?"
"No, Harry. Of course not. But it's a good thing you proposed to Ginny, because after all the things you were doing together in your room, she's probably carrying your child."
Harry looked like he had just seen Snape washing his hair. In the nude.
Combined with his morning-after hair, clothes and make-up, and the fact that he actually believed Hermiones' story, Ron couldn't help but laugh at his friend. Harry, still looking as if he had been dropped from a passing UFO, left the kitchen and ran to his room, locking the door, before Ginny could attach herself to him again.
"Let's just clean up the stuff that will smell if we leave it too long, and leave the rest for Harry."
"Good plan," Hermione agreed.
"Then, er. . . maybe you'd. . . er. . . um. . . may-maybe. . . we could. . . g-gooutforbreakfastsomewheremaybeifyouwantto." Ron said this last bit very fast and then turned a bright purplish-red. Hermione didn't even notice his embarrassment, or the fact it had taken Ron about 5 minutes to spit the words out.
"Sure. I think Fred and George used up anything remotely edible last night."
Ron almost felt light-headed with relief and had to use all his self control not to sway on the spot.
"Er. Ok. Cool. Um. . . I'll just. . . I'll just get my wallet. . ." he said. His voice about two octaves higher than usual.
"Wait - have you opened my present, yet?"
"Oh, er. No. Should I open it now?"
"Well, duh, Einstein."
Hermione went into the living room and searched under the couch until she found the present.
"Here you go."
With trembling hands, Ron unwrapped the brightly wrapped gift.