Chapter 5: The Night After
Harry woke up in the middle of the night, and found that he couldn't get up. He looked at the thing that was keeping him down. Oh, it's just Stacy, he thought to himself. But she probably will sleep better in her own bed.
He poked Ron to wake him up. "Ron!"
"Ss matter Harry?" his voice and eyes were groggy.
"Help me get Stacy up to her dormitory. Hermione, too. They'll sleep better there than on us."
"But," Ron protested. "I'm comfortable here. I think Hermione is too or she would've moved around a lot and she hasn't. And before I fell asleep, you looked pretty comfortable squished under Stacy." He smirked at his best friend.
"Do you wanna be found like this in the morning by some first year that's an early riser? I think that would put a dampen on our respect that we get as 7th years. We should get them upstairs. Help me."
Ron looked at him like he was crazy, but then he started sliding out from under Hermione. "Are you sure about this? Remember the last time we tried to go up to the girls' dorms? The stairs turned into a slide and we slid all the way down?"
"I've got a plan. Since we'll be carrying girls, it should let us by,"
"And if it doesn't?" asked Ron in a voice that was trying pathetically to not have to do this.
"Then we'll just stay here all night, with the girls on the couch and us on the floor like they kicked us off before they fell asleep."
"Great plan, Sherlock. How do you propose that we carry the girls up the stairs?" Ron said in a sarcastic voice.
"Well. . . ." he thought for a moment. "Since they are pretty light, I'll carry Stacy and you carry Hermione. If they're too heavy, which I doubt, then you'll take her feet and I'll take her hands and we'll get them up that way. Hopefully we won't have to do the second one, but it's just a backup plan. Can you do it?"
"Yeah." Ron was now fully out from under Hermione. He bent to pick her up. "Wait a minute. What if someone sees us? Don't you think they'll get a little suspicious if they see us carrying girls up to their dormitory?"
"But Ron, no one is going to see us. Everybody is sleeping right now. They would have to be a fool to be up at this hour."
"Then we're fools." muttered Ron under his breath, where Harry couldn't hear, but he still picked up Hermione, who he found to be extremely light, just like Harry said. (But he wasn't going to admit that he was right.) You need to eat more, baby, he whispered in Hermione's ear. I can't stand to see you so thin. I never noticed it before, but that was because I wasn't looking for it. But now that I see it, I'm gonna make sure that you eat more.
"And why would you want me to eat more, Ronald Weasley?" asked an angry Hermione. She scared Ron so badly that he nearly dropped her. "And why, pray tell, am I being carried up stairs in the middle of the night? Hmm?"
Ron couldn't find anything to say. "Umm, we were just, um. . . ."
"We were taking you up to your dormitory so you could sleep better. We—" Ron glared at him. "Well, I thought that you would be uncomfortable on us, so I decided to take you up to your dormitory." he ended sheepishly.
Hemione turned her glare at him now. "And did you ever think that we might just be very comfortable where we were? Did you think of that?" Ron spoke up. "I thought of that. I told Harry that you guys would've been tossin and turning if you were and you weren't, so I said just leave you alone, but he wouldn't listen."
Hermione turned back to her boyfriend. "Thank you Ron. At least somebody knows how to interpret our actions. Let's go back to the couch." Ron set her down, and together, they walked back to the common room and sat down on the couch they had left just a few minutes earlier, and now he and Hermione were fighting. I am such a dork, he said to himself. Why couldn't just listen to Ron, he knew what he was talking about?! Crap!
He turned and followed Ron and Hermione back to the common room with a sleeping Stacy still in his arms. Miraculously, she managed to stay asleep through the entire drama. He sat down opposite his friends, and gently laid his girlfriend on his shoulder, which seemed to be her favorite spot now. I can't believe I was so stupid, he thought, kicking himself in the butt. She looked very comfortable, and I had to go and open my fat mouth and now Hermione is mad at me. Why me?! His thoughts got further and further apart; his eyelids started to droop. Harry fell asleep, again, with his girlfriend on his shoulder.
Stacy awoke to the sound of the fire being poked up for the coming day. "What time is it?" she asked to the fireplace. A house elf answered her. "It is about 6 am miss. We in the kitchens are getting ready for breakfast!" it said in its squeaky voice. (she couldn't tell if it was a girl or a boy.) She looked over at the people laying next to her on the couch. Harry and Ron were still fast asleep, but Hermione was just starting to stir.
"Hey, Hermione, wake up." whispered Stacy.
"What?" she answered groggily. She didn't seem to remember what happened when she was woken up in the middle of the night being carried up the stairs. "Why am I here on the couch?"
"We slept here the entire night. We fell asleep after the dance and we just didn't get up again. How do you feel?" she explained.
"I'm fine. I'm just wondering how the guys are doing. They're the ones who have the Quidditch match today, not us. Should we wake em up?" Hermione asked with an evil glint in her eye.
"Of course," Stacy replied, and she plopped down next to Harry, startling him out of sleep. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." She kissed him just as an extra wake up call. That got him up.
"Stacy, what was that for?"
"So you could get up, duh. Did you remember that you have a quidditch game today?"
"We do? Oh yeah," he said, remembering. He leaned over to get Ron up.
"No need Harry, I'll get him up." Hermione told him. She leaned over Ron and kissed him just like Stacy did because it seemed an effective way to get boys up out of bed. She was right.
"Now what Harry? Oh, hi Hermione." He said when he saw her instead of his best friend. "Why did you get me up? I was having the most wonderful dream and you interrupted it. Thanks a lot." he said sarcastically.
"Well, I'm so terribly sorry. How can I ever make it up to you?" she replied dramatically. Harry and Stacy were falling over laughing from the drama their two friends put on. "What is so funny?" demanded Hermione.
They couldn't answer, they were still laughing too hard. "If you don't stop laughing, I will make sure that you don't go to the match today, Harry, and you know how much the team needs you. You know I will. You don't want to cost Gryffindor the match do you?" she stared coldly at the two laughing. They stopped.
"That's better. Thank you. Now, will you two boys go get dressed so we can go down to breakfast so you can be ready for your match?"
"Yes Hermione," the boys replied like she Mrs. Weasley. "Whatever, just go so we can eat." The boys went up to their dormitory and the girls went up to theirs with Hermione shaking her head at them.
Harry woke up in the middle of the night, and found that he couldn't get up. He looked at the thing that was keeping him down. Oh, it's just Stacy, he thought to himself. But she probably will sleep better in her own bed.
He poked Ron to wake him up. "Ron!"
"Ss matter Harry?" his voice and eyes were groggy.
"Help me get Stacy up to her dormitory. Hermione, too. They'll sleep better there than on us."
"But," Ron protested. "I'm comfortable here. I think Hermione is too or she would've moved around a lot and she hasn't. And before I fell asleep, you looked pretty comfortable squished under Stacy." He smirked at his best friend.
"Do you wanna be found like this in the morning by some first year that's an early riser? I think that would put a dampen on our respect that we get as 7th years. We should get them upstairs. Help me."
Ron looked at him like he was crazy, but then he started sliding out from under Hermione. "Are you sure about this? Remember the last time we tried to go up to the girls' dorms? The stairs turned into a slide and we slid all the way down?"
"I've got a plan. Since we'll be carrying girls, it should let us by,"
"And if it doesn't?" asked Ron in a voice that was trying pathetically to not have to do this.
"Then we'll just stay here all night, with the girls on the couch and us on the floor like they kicked us off before they fell asleep."
"Great plan, Sherlock. How do you propose that we carry the girls up the stairs?" Ron said in a sarcastic voice.
"Well. . . ." he thought for a moment. "Since they are pretty light, I'll carry Stacy and you carry Hermione. If they're too heavy, which I doubt, then you'll take her feet and I'll take her hands and we'll get them up that way. Hopefully we won't have to do the second one, but it's just a backup plan. Can you do it?"
"Yeah." Ron was now fully out from under Hermione. He bent to pick her up. "Wait a minute. What if someone sees us? Don't you think they'll get a little suspicious if they see us carrying girls up to their dormitory?"
"But Ron, no one is going to see us. Everybody is sleeping right now. They would have to be a fool to be up at this hour."
"Then we're fools." muttered Ron under his breath, where Harry couldn't hear, but he still picked up Hermione, who he found to be extremely light, just like Harry said. (But he wasn't going to admit that he was right.) You need to eat more, baby, he whispered in Hermione's ear. I can't stand to see you so thin. I never noticed it before, but that was because I wasn't looking for it. But now that I see it, I'm gonna make sure that you eat more.
"And why would you want me to eat more, Ronald Weasley?" asked an angry Hermione. She scared Ron so badly that he nearly dropped her. "And why, pray tell, am I being carried up stairs in the middle of the night? Hmm?"
Ron couldn't find anything to say. "Umm, we were just, um. . . ."
"We were taking you up to your dormitory so you could sleep better. We—" Ron glared at him. "Well, I thought that you would be uncomfortable on us, so I decided to take you up to your dormitory." he ended sheepishly.
Hemione turned her glare at him now. "And did you ever think that we might just be very comfortable where we were? Did you think of that?" Ron spoke up. "I thought of that. I told Harry that you guys would've been tossin and turning if you were and you weren't, so I said just leave you alone, but he wouldn't listen."
Hermione turned back to her boyfriend. "Thank you Ron. At least somebody knows how to interpret our actions. Let's go back to the couch." Ron set her down, and together, they walked back to the common room and sat down on the couch they had left just a few minutes earlier, and now he and Hermione were fighting. I am such a dork, he said to himself. Why couldn't just listen to Ron, he knew what he was talking about?! Crap!
He turned and followed Ron and Hermione back to the common room with a sleeping Stacy still in his arms. Miraculously, she managed to stay asleep through the entire drama. He sat down opposite his friends, and gently laid his girlfriend on his shoulder, which seemed to be her favorite spot now. I can't believe I was so stupid, he thought, kicking himself in the butt. She looked very comfortable, and I had to go and open my fat mouth and now Hermione is mad at me. Why me?! His thoughts got further and further apart; his eyelids started to droop. Harry fell asleep, again, with his girlfriend on his shoulder.
Stacy awoke to the sound of the fire being poked up for the coming day. "What time is it?" she asked to the fireplace. A house elf answered her. "It is about 6 am miss. We in the kitchens are getting ready for breakfast!" it said in its squeaky voice. (she couldn't tell if it was a girl or a boy.) She looked over at the people laying next to her on the couch. Harry and Ron were still fast asleep, but Hermione was just starting to stir.
"Hey, Hermione, wake up." whispered Stacy.
"What?" she answered groggily. She didn't seem to remember what happened when she was woken up in the middle of the night being carried up the stairs. "Why am I here on the couch?"
"We slept here the entire night. We fell asleep after the dance and we just didn't get up again. How do you feel?" she explained.
"I'm fine. I'm just wondering how the guys are doing. They're the ones who have the Quidditch match today, not us. Should we wake em up?" Hermione asked with an evil glint in her eye.
"Of course," Stacy replied, and she plopped down next to Harry, startling him out of sleep. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." She kissed him just as an extra wake up call. That got him up.
"Stacy, what was that for?"
"So you could get up, duh. Did you remember that you have a quidditch game today?"
"We do? Oh yeah," he said, remembering. He leaned over to get Ron up.
"No need Harry, I'll get him up." Hermione told him. She leaned over Ron and kissed him just like Stacy did because it seemed an effective way to get boys up out of bed. She was right.
"Now what Harry? Oh, hi Hermione." He said when he saw her instead of his best friend. "Why did you get me up? I was having the most wonderful dream and you interrupted it. Thanks a lot." he said sarcastically.
"Well, I'm so terribly sorry. How can I ever make it up to you?" she replied dramatically. Harry and Stacy were falling over laughing from the drama their two friends put on. "What is so funny?" demanded Hermione.
They couldn't answer, they were still laughing too hard. "If you don't stop laughing, I will make sure that you don't go to the match today, Harry, and you know how much the team needs you. You know I will. You don't want to cost Gryffindor the match do you?" she stared coldly at the two laughing. They stopped.
"That's better. Thank you. Now, will you two boys go get dressed so we can go down to breakfast so you can be ready for your match?"
"Yes Hermione," the boys replied like she Mrs. Weasley. "Whatever, just go so we can eat." The boys went up to their dormitory and the girls went up to theirs with Hermione shaking her head at them.