My Zingara
Chapter 9: Immaturity
Hermione woke up from the light blinding her eyes. She had a crick in her neck from her rather hard pillow. He hadn't woken up yet. Getting up quietly and slowly she went to the kitchen to whip up some coffee. Despite the crick and the rather rude awakening from the sun, that was the best sleep she had since. . . . . . .
Since I took a nap in his arms. Hermione thought. The sound of Ron grumbling snapped her out of her trance. She quickly took out two cups from the cupboard and poured some of the freshly made coffee into the mugs. She walked out the small kitchen and taking one look at Ron, burst out laughing. Catching a glance in the mirror he started to laugh with her.
"Morning sleepyhead." Hermione said gaining her composure.
"If I look this bad take a look at yourself." Ron remarked.
"I knew I should have run off with Lord Fernando when I had a chance. He wouldn't make fun of me just because I look like this.
"I wouldn't be so sure." Ron said. "Thanks for the coffee. You look like you could use some.
"Funny." Hermione said with a roll of her eyes.
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It was the day of the monthly Weasley family picnic and Hermione was dreading it. Not that she didn't like any of them mind you; it was just a bit too many for her liking. Ron could sense this and made sure he brought it up in every conversation. This only made Hermione dread it more, but tried not to show it. She couldn't let into him that easily.
Ron stood at the front door with a bag of bread in hand waiting for Hermione. She rolled her eyes at the way he was bouncing up and down.
"Stop doing that. Your eyes will stick that way." Ron said.
"No they won't" Hermione said rolling her eyes. "Shit!
"What?" Ron asked with insincere concern. Hermione turned around and Ron gasped. Her eyes had stayed that way. "I didn't mean it! I didn't know it could really happen. I swear I did-
Hermione closed her eyes and they went back to normal. "You're not the only one with tricks up their sleeves." With that she opened the door walking out towards the car.
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All the hustle and bustle almost made Hermione turn the car back around and go back home but alas Ron had insisted on driving. Just my luck! They got out of the car and immediately twenty or so kids came running at their uncle. Hermione grabbed the bag of bread, swerved around the kids and headed to the Burrow's kitchen. Opening the door she was greeted with the smell of cookies and cakes in the oven and the sight of Molly stirring something in a pan and Harry kissing Ginny.
"Hey Molly!" Hermione said giving the woman a hug. "How are you?
"Just fine dear. You can set those on the table next to Ginny. She'll cut them up. She said then in a whisper. "It took some time getting Harry to let Ginny do something. She yelled at him and then smiled and kissed him and said ÔDear, I'll be careful. It's just cutting vegetables, fruit, and anything else mother has in mind.' He smiled back and said ok. I think he's a bit scared of her.
Hermione laughed putting the bread on the table. Looking out the window she said, "I guess I should go save Ron.
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It was a lovely dinner but by the time Hermione got home she was ready to go to bed. Ron in high spirits was certainly not. He convinced Hermione to stay up and have a few drinks. An hour later they were both in high spirits.
"I swear Ginny is the sister from hell!" Ron said putting his drink on the table. "'Member the time she beat up Harry? She used to do that to me ten times worse.
"She isn't all that bad.
"That's because she corrupted you and put a permanent love spell on Harry.
"There is no such thing!" Hermione said.
"Of course there is!" Ron said putting his face right up to Hermione's. Her breath became shallow and said in a whisper. "I guess I'll have to look it up." Ron looked at her intensely and she was doing the same. He came closer and she lifted her chin and in a matter of seconds their lips met. A second later they pulled away with a pop! Hermione turned away shyly. "I'm sorry.
"Really," Ron said. "Because I rather enjoyed it."
"You are so immature!" Hermione said turning back around and for longer they kept their lips against the other set. The kiss became gradually deeper when Ron slid his hand up Hermione's thigh and she put her hands under his shirt. Before she had said she wouldn't give into him but she went back on her promise that night.