I awoke the next morning to the smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls
and sun shimmering through my windows. I yawned, rolled over, and pulled
the covers back over my head.
I laid there a full. 30 seconds before the door to my room burst open.
"Harry! Harry! Wake up! Wake up!" George shouted. Where ever there's George, Fred is never far behind; I guess I should've expected what came next.
"Get up! Get up!" Fred laughed jumping up and down on my bed.
They whispered something between one another, walked out of the room, and moments later came back with a disgruntled looking Ginny.
I sat up in bed to look at her, the twins had obviously just gotten her out of bed as well.
Fred and George exchanged high-fives, laughed and walked out of the room.
"What? What are you all doing?" I called after them as Ginny stood silent and confused straightening her pajamas.
"Mum asked us to wake you all up, Harry," George poked his head back in the door, "That's all."
"That's right," Fred agreed, " and we couldn't get you up. but we knew who could."
Ginny looked at them nervously, obviously getting something that I didn't.
The twins started walking away again, down the hall way, leaving me dumbfounded. "What do you mean?" I finally managed to get out.
"Ginny." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------
After they left, Harry just sat there in bed, staring at me, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Maybe it was so early that I didn't care enough to be flustered. Maybe I did it because I was so tired of denying my feelings for him. Or his feelings for me.
I climbed into bed with him, he wrapped his arm around my waist, and we fell peacefully back asleep.
Well. peacefully until Ron came bursting in screaming at least.
"What the bloody hell! What do you think you're doing! Get up! What if mum or dad walked in? Hermione, come here!"
Groggy and confused, neither Harry or myself spoke. Hermione walked in, holding her place in a novel with her finger. She smiled at us all politely though she was obviously annoyed that her reading was interrupted.
"Yes, Ron?"
"What do you mean 'Yes, Ron?' Don't you see this! They're lying here. sleeping together.. Well. er.. Not sleeping together, but sleeping. uh. in the same bed."
"Yeah," she said in that smart ass tone of hers.
"And well. that's all you're going to say?" he was obviously hoping she would be of more support than this.
"No, of course not," she laughed, and Ron sighed relieved, "I'm sorry you two, for Ron waking you up. It's still only 8, you can still sleep awhile longer, and whenever you get up we'll all go out shopping or out to lunch."
She smiled, and we nodded, thanking her.
Ron looked back and fourth between the door and us, not sure whether to be more confused by Harry and I in bed together or Hermione's lack of concern.
I laid there a full. 30 seconds before the door to my room burst open.
"Harry! Harry! Wake up! Wake up!" George shouted. Where ever there's George, Fred is never far behind; I guess I should've expected what came next.
"Get up! Get up!" Fred laughed jumping up and down on my bed.
They whispered something between one another, walked out of the room, and moments later came back with a disgruntled looking Ginny.
I sat up in bed to look at her, the twins had obviously just gotten her out of bed as well.
Fred and George exchanged high-fives, laughed and walked out of the room.
"What? What are you all doing?" I called after them as Ginny stood silent and confused straightening her pajamas.
"Mum asked us to wake you all up, Harry," George poked his head back in the door, "That's all."
"That's right," Fred agreed, " and we couldn't get you up. but we knew who could."
Ginny looked at them nervously, obviously getting something that I didn't.
The twins started walking away again, down the hall way, leaving me dumbfounded. "What do you mean?" I finally managed to get out.
"Ginny." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------
After they left, Harry just sat there in bed, staring at me, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Maybe it was so early that I didn't care enough to be flustered. Maybe I did it because I was so tired of denying my feelings for him. Or his feelings for me.
I climbed into bed with him, he wrapped his arm around my waist, and we fell peacefully back asleep.
Well. peacefully until Ron came bursting in screaming at least.
"What the bloody hell! What do you think you're doing! Get up! What if mum or dad walked in? Hermione, come here!"
Groggy and confused, neither Harry or myself spoke. Hermione walked in, holding her place in a novel with her finger. She smiled at us all politely though she was obviously annoyed that her reading was interrupted.
"Yes, Ron?"
"What do you mean 'Yes, Ron?' Don't you see this! They're lying here. sleeping together.. Well. er.. Not sleeping together, but sleeping. uh. in the same bed."
"Yeah," she said in that smart ass tone of hers.
"And well. that's all you're going to say?" he was obviously hoping she would be of more support than this.
"No, of course not," she laughed, and Ron sighed relieved, "I'm sorry you two, for Ron waking you up. It's still only 8, you can still sleep awhile longer, and whenever you get up we'll all go out shopping or out to lunch."
She smiled, and we nodded, thanking her.
Ron looked back and fourth between the door and us, not sure whether to be more confused by Harry and I in bed together or Hermione's lack of concern.