Chapter 8- In the Middle of the Night
Hermione woke up. She couldn't sleep. She turned and tossed in her bed, and ten minutes later officially proclaimed that she couldn't sleep. She lied on her back and stared at the ceiling of her room at the Burrow.
She pulled the blankets closer around her, but she was still alone and a bit cold, even if it was much warmer during the day. She sat up on the bed and looked around the dark room. She already became accustomed to the dark and she saw everything quiet and still. The moon was lighting the room with a light silver glow that made the room look even calmer. Hermione looked at the door. An idea suddenly came to her head.
Ron is just down the hall, she thought. She bit her lip going back and forth from going to his room or not. She looked over at Ginny who seemed to be asleep, and then brought her gaze back to her door. Hermione finally threw up her hands and got up. She went to get her nightgown and tiptoed towards the door.
She stepped lightly until she got to Ron's door. She opened it and it creaked ever so slightly. Her eyes darted to Harry on the other side who stirred at the sound. Hermione stood absolutely quiet. When he seemed to be asleep again, she turned to watch Ron. He was sleeping with a smile on his face and Hermione couldn't help but smile herself. Little by little, she crept towards his bed.
She then sat on the bed, careful enough so she wouldn't wake him. She couldn't resist lightly brushing away his bangs from his forehead. After doing that she moved the covers on his side down so she would be able to get under the covers with Ron. At first she was a bit hesitant and she was lucky Ron was able to sleep through anything really. Finally, she used all her courage and got under the blanket with Ron.
Ron was peacefully sleeping even when he thought he felt someone graze their hand on his forehead. Suddenly he felt someone come under the covers and he felt smooth fabric rub against him. He shivered a little at the feel of it and opened his eyes to slits to see a dazzling Hermione. Her hair was a little bit more frizzed than usual and her skin softer. Ron had the sudden urge to touch her face, it seemed to glow. He must have been gaping at her because soon he saw Hermione blush and lower her head a little.
They were both under the covers and close, but not too close. Ron smiled sleepily and whispered, "Hello." Hermione looked up and smiled happily, "Hello." Ron was doubtful that he should bring her closer to him, so he just contented himself into holding her hand in his. Hermione was still smiling and Ron sighed contently with his sleepy smile still in place and closed his eyes. In a few moments Ron decided to scoot closer to her. Hermione bit her lip and snuggled closer to him, too. Soon Ron had his arm around her and Hermione's head leaned against his chest.
Ron had been wondering what had urged her to come into his room this late (or this early, depending on how you see 3:00 AM) so he decided to ask. "Hermione," he started, "Why are you awake at this un-Godly hour and here with me?" Hermione giggled a little and lifted her head to look at him.
"Well," Hermione thought how to word it. "First of all, I couldn't sleep, second, I felt sort of alone in my room. And I felt cold for some strange reason." Hermione made a puzzled look, "Do you know what I mean?"
Ron smiled to himself, "Actually I do." Ron brought her closer to him and hugged her tight against him. Hermione hugged him also, and soon they both drifted off to sleep.
Harry woke up when the sun still hadn't awoken itself. He still had his eyes closed even though he was awake. He opened them slowly and laid there looking at the ceiling. After a few minutes of this, he sat up. He stretched a bit and looked over at Ron. But- Ron wasn't alone. Harry eyes widened, after a moment of piecing together what he saw, he grinned. "Finally," he mumbled to himself as he pulled his legs over the side of his bed. He got up after putting on his glasses and walked over quietly to the door.
The floor was cold as he walked barefoot down the stairs and to the kitchen. He was rubbing his eyes as he walked into the kitchen and when he focused again he saw the back of a girl sitting at the table. He was still sleepy, but after a moment he realized it was Ginny. She seemed to be reading or something, and he silently walked over to the table to sit across from her. "Good morning," Harry said to her quietly.
Ginny's head shot up when she realized someone was there. She sighed thankfully that it was only Harry. Suddenly she became quite self conscious. She knew that her hair must have been a mess, and she was never quite the looker at this time in the morning. Besides Harry. she thought to herself. When this thought came into her head she gave up worrying since he didn't really seem to care and replied, "Good morning." She bookmarked her page and closed it. She looked up at the boy sitting in front of her. His hair seemed to be more messed up than hers, but he still seemed to look good. Some of his hair seemed to be coming in front of his eyes, and she had the urge to move it aside.
Harry was looking back at her and then abruptly, he felt something. Not anything bad, but a warmness; a warm feeling in his stomach. He wondered what it was at first but he was suddenly interested at looking closer at Ginny. She had freckles that dotted her across her face and unusually smooth hair even in the morning. Her skin was light, and she had big, pleasant brown eyes. All of a sudden he saw a new person. This wasn't the little Ginny that he knew; this was an attractive young lady.
Harry was still looking and Ginny reddened a little. She started to fiddle with her book and tried to avoid Harry's gaze. Harry noticed this and stopped looking. He felt uneasy all of a sudden, and he decided to make conversation. "Why are you up so early?"
Ginny stopped playing with her book and looked up at Harry, who was rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I couldn't sleep anymore; so I got a book and came down here to read." She pushed the book lightly over to Harry. Harry realized that it was a muggle book, Ella Enchanted. He turned it over to read what it was about and nodded in approval, "It sounds interesting." He pushed the book just as lightly back to her.
Ginny took it again and held it on her lap. Ginny smiled, "Was Hermione in your room?" Her smile turned into a grin and Harry grinned back.
"Actually she was," Harry replied. "She looked quite comfortable actually." Then they both laughed. They laughed for a little while and then since the uneasiness seemed to have disappeared, they talked about everything until the sun came up and the Weasley's came down for breakfast.
Hermione woke up. She couldn't sleep. She turned and tossed in her bed, and ten minutes later officially proclaimed that she couldn't sleep. She lied on her back and stared at the ceiling of her room at the Burrow.
She pulled the blankets closer around her, but she was still alone and a bit cold, even if it was much warmer during the day. She sat up on the bed and looked around the dark room. She already became accustomed to the dark and she saw everything quiet and still. The moon was lighting the room with a light silver glow that made the room look even calmer. Hermione looked at the door. An idea suddenly came to her head.
Ron is just down the hall, she thought. She bit her lip going back and forth from going to his room or not. She looked over at Ginny who seemed to be asleep, and then brought her gaze back to her door. Hermione finally threw up her hands and got up. She went to get her nightgown and tiptoed towards the door.
She stepped lightly until she got to Ron's door. She opened it and it creaked ever so slightly. Her eyes darted to Harry on the other side who stirred at the sound. Hermione stood absolutely quiet. When he seemed to be asleep again, she turned to watch Ron. He was sleeping with a smile on his face and Hermione couldn't help but smile herself. Little by little, she crept towards his bed.
She then sat on the bed, careful enough so she wouldn't wake him. She couldn't resist lightly brushing away his bangs from his forehead. After doing that she moved the covers on his side down so she would be able to get under the covers with Ron. At first she was a bit hesitant and she was lucky Ron was able to sleep through anything really. Finally, she used all her courage and got under the blanket with Ron.
Ron was peacefully sleeping even when he thought he felt someone graze their hand on his forehead. Suddenly he felt someone come under the covers and he felt smooth fabric rub against him. He shivered a little at the feel of it and opened his eyes to slits to see a dazzling Hermione. Her hair was a little bit more frizzed than usual and her skin softer. Ron had the sudden urge to touch her face, it seemed to glow. He must have been gaping at her because soon he saw Hermione blush and lower her head a little.
They were both under the covers and close, but not too close. Ron smiled sleepily and whispered, "Hello." Hermione looked up and smiled happily, "Hello." Ron was doubtful that he should bring her closer to him, so he just contented himself into holding her hand in his. Hermione was still smiling and Ron sighed contently with his sleepy smile still in place and closed his eyes. In a few moments Ron decided to scoot closer to her. Hermione bit her lip and snuggled closer to him, too. Soon Ron had his arm around her and Hermione's head leaned against his chest.
Ron had been wondering what had urged her to come into his room this late (or this early, depending on how you see 3:00 AM) so he decided to ask. "Hermione," he started, "Why are you awake at this un-Godly hour and here with me?" Hermione giggled a little and lifted her head to look at him.
"Well," Hermione thought how to word it. "First of all, I couldn't sleep, second, I felt sort of alone in my room. And I felt cold for some strange reason." Hermione made a puzzled look, "Do you know what I mean?"
Ron smiled to himself, "Actually I do." Ron brought her closer to him and hugged her tight against him. Hermione hugged him also, and soon they both drifted off to sleep.
Harry woke up when the sun still hadn't awoken itself. He still had his eyes closed even though he was awake. He opened them slowly and laid there looking at the ceiling. After a few minutes of this, he sat up. He stretched a bit and looked over at Ron. But- Ron wasn't alone. Harry eyes widened, after a moment of piecing together what he saw, he grinned. "Finally," he mumbled to himself as he pulled his legs over the side of his bed. He got up after putting on his glasses and walked over quietly to the door.
The floor was cold as he walked barefoot down the stairs and to the kitchen. He was rubbing his eyes as he walked into the kitchen and when he focused again he saw the back of a girl sitting at the table. He was still sleepy, but after a moment he realized it was Ginny. She seemed to be reading or something, and he silently walked over to the table to sit across from her. "Good morning," Harry said to her quietly.
Ginny's head shot up when she realized someone was there. She sighed thankfully that it was only Harry. Suddenly she became quite self conscious. She knew that her hair must have been a mess, and she was never quite the looker at this time in the morning. Besides Harry. she thought to herself. When this thought came into her head she gave up worrying since he didn't really seem to care and replied, "Good morning." She bookmarked her page and closed it. She looked up at the boy sitting in front of her. His hair seemed to be more messed up than hers, but he still seemed to look good. Some of his hair seemed to be coming in front of his eyes, and she had the urge to move it aside.
Harry was looking back at her and then abruptly, he felt something. Not anything bad, but a warmness; a warm feeling in his stomach. He wondered what it was at first but he was suddenly interested at looking closer at Ginny. She had freckles that dotted her across her face and unusually smooth hair even in the morning. Her skin was light, and she had big, pleasant brown eyes. All of a sudden he saw a new person. This wasn't the little Ginny that he knew; this was an attractive young lady.
Harry was still looking and Ginny reddened a little. She started to fiddle with her book and tried to avoid Harry's gaze. Harry noticed this and stopped looking. He felt uneasy all of a sudden, and he decided to make conversation. "Why are you up so early?"
Ginny stopped playing with her book and looked up at Harry, who was rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I couldn't sleep anymore; so I got a book and came down here to read." She pushed the book lightly over to Harry. Harry realized that it was a muggle book, Ella Enchanted. He turned it over to read what it was about and nodded in approval, "It sounds interesting." He pushed the book just as lightly back to her.
Ginny took it again and held it on her lap. Ginny smiled, "Was Hermione in your room?" Her smile turned into a grin and Harry grinned back.
"Actually she was," Harry replied. "She looked quite comfortable actually." Then they both laughed. They laughed for a little while and then since the uneasiness seemed to have disappeared, they talked about everything until the sun came up and the Weasley's came down for breakfast.