"Oh God!" Harry covered his eyes. "God, God, God!"
Ron quickly wriggled into some jeans laying on the floor, while Hermione flung on a pair of Ron's sweatpants, and an old sweater. Harry was still shaking his head, and saying "Oh GOD!" a little louder than he probably should have.
"Harry, we didn't DO anything!" Hermione hissed. "Shut up before you-," she was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Ronald! What are you DOING in there?" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs. Harry, Ron and Hermione all jumped, and turned considerably pale. "Ron?" the voice came again, then the sound of footsteps.
"Oh. My. God," Ron whispered, freckles standing out against his white face. Hermione bit her lip, nervously.
"What do we do?" she whispered, eyes wide. Ron mentally kicked himself for wasting time, noticing how hot she looked when she was nervous. The footsteps were getting closer, and closer.
"Under the bed," Harry said quickly.
"What?" Ron asked, stupefied.
"Hermione, hide under the bed," Harry said. Hermione looked at him, a bit quizzically.
"Harry, that hiding under the bed thing never works. And, it's a mess down there!" Hermione whispered, as the sound of footsteps got closer.
"Don't argue!" Ron said. "Just get down there!" He gave her a quick kiss, while Harry tried his hardest not to gag. Hermione rolled her eyes, and scooted under, just as Ron's door swung open.
"What were you doing?" Mrs. Weasley demanded, hands on hips. "I called and called and you wouldn't answer." She eyed him suspiciously. "And this room is a mess." She bent down, and began picking up clothes.
"I was...uh...listening to music with Harry. He has a muggle See-Dee thingy, and he was showing me how it worked," Ron said.
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "A CD player. My cousin Dudley was going to throw it out, but I got it instead. It's like a radio, but we had these things called headphones, so only we could hear it."
Mrs. Weasley looked dazed. Then she nodded, brightly. "All right, dear. Whatever you say." She continued gathering up Ron's clothes when...."ACHOOOO!" rang out from under the bed.
"Bless you, Harry," Ron said loudly, as Harry hastily wiped his nose.
"Yes. Bless you, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, and the boys exchanged relieved glances.
"Mum, you don't have to clean-," Ron started to say, thinking 'Oh PLEASE God, just let her LEAVE!'
"Yes!" She snapped suddenly, "I do. If I don't pick up, who will? Honestly Ronald! You are fifteen years old, and you can't even tidy up a bit! And you've company here, too," she shot Harry a sympathetic look. "If I don't clean, who will? Ron we aren't RICH, we can't get a HOUSE-ELF! Lord knows, I work like one! You could help a little!"
She was still ranting when Ron noticed that there was a tube of lipgloss on his floor. Oh God. What if his mum saw it? And even worse....his eyes settled on a condom wrapper. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Mrs. Weasley had dropped to her hands and knees to pick up the clothes and candy wrappers off of Ron's floor. Ron had to think fast. He saw her moving towards the condom wrapper when...
*CRASH!* The noise shook the whole Burrow. Mrs. Weasley stood up quickly, and raced out the door, saying first, very sternly, "Keep quiet, and for heaven's sake, clean this room!" before racing down the hall yelling, "FRED! GEORGE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!"
Ron and Harry watched her leave, too dumbstruck to talk. Then Hermione scooted out from under tthe bed. Ron smiled. "Shall we pick up where we left off? Harry, d'you mind. C'mere 'Mione."
"No," she frowned, throwing off his sweater and sweatpants. She bent over, revealing a bit of thigh, to grab her lipgloss, before throwing on her red silk robe and storming out.
"What the hell?" Ron cried out, in disdain. "What'd I do?"
"Sorry, mate," Harry said, though he was secretly very glad, indeed. The thought of his two friends having sex was making him very sick.
Ron quickly wriggled into some jeans laying on the floor, while Hermione flung on a pair of Ron's sweatpants, and an old sweater. Harry was still shaking his head, and saying "Oh GOD!" a little louder than he probably should have.
"Harry, we didn't DO anything!" Hermione hissed. "Shut up before you-," she was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Ronald! What are you DOING in there?" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs. Harry, Ron and Hermione all jumped, and turned considerably pale. "Ron?" the voice came again, then the sound of footsteps.
"Oh. My. God," Ron whispered, freckles standing out against his white face. Hermione bit her lip, nervously.
"What do we do?" she whispered, eyes wide. Ron mentally kicked himself for wasting time, noticing how hot she looked when she was nervous. The footsteps were getting closer, and closer.
"Under the bed," Harry said quickly.
"What?" Ron asked, stupefied.
"Hermione, hide under the bed," Harry said. Hermione looked at him, a bit quizzically.
"Harry, that hiding under the bed thing never works. And, it's a mess down there!" Hermione whispered, as the sound of footsteps got closer.
"Don't argue!" Ron said. "Just get down there!" He gave her a quick kiss, while Harry tried his hardest not to gag. Hermione rolled her eyes, and scooted under, just as Ron's door swung open.
"What were you doing?" Mrs. Weasley demanded, hands on hips. "I called and called and you wouldn't answer." She eyed him suspiciously. "And this room is a mess." She bent down, and began picking up clothes.
"I was...uh...listening to music with Harry. He has a muggle See-Dee thingy, and he was showing me how it worked," Ron said.
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "A CD player. My cousin Dudley was going to throw it out, but I got it instead. It's like a radio, but we had these things called headphones, so only we could hear it."
Mrs. Weasley looked dazed. Then she nodded, brightly. "All right, dear. Whatever you say." She continued gathering up Ron's clothes when...."ACHOOOO!" rang out from under the bed.
"Bless you, Harry," Ron said loudly, as Harry hastily wiped his nose.
"Yes. Bless you, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, and the boys exchanged relieved glances.
"Mum, you don't have to clean-," Ron started to say, thinking 'Oh PLEASE God, just let her LEAVE!'
"Yes!" She snapped suddenly, "I do. If I don't pick up, who will? Honestly Ronald! You are fifteen years old, and you can't even tidy up a bit! And you've company here, too," she shot Harry a sympathetic look. "If I don't clean, who will? Ron we aren't RICH, we can't get a HOUSE-ELF! Lord knows, I work like one! You could help a little!"
She was still ranting when Ron noticed that there was a tube of lipgloss on his floor. Oh God. What if his mum saw it? And even worse....his eyes settled on a condom wrapper. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Mrs. Weasley had dropped to her hands and knees to pick up the clothes and candy wrappers off of Ron's floor. Ron had to think fast. He saw her moving towards the condom wrapper when...
*CRASH!* The noise shook the whole Burrow. Mrs. Weasley stood up quickly, and raced out the door, saying first, very sternly, "Keep quiet, and for heaven's sake, clean this room!" before racing down the hall yelling, "FRED! GEORGE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!"
Ron and Harry watched her leave, too dumbstruck to talk. Then Hermione scooted out from under tthe bed. Ron smiled. "Shall we pick up where we left off? Harry, d'you mind. C'mere 'Mione."
"No," she frowned, throwing off his sweater and sweatpants. She bent over, revealing a bit of thigh, to grab her lipgloss, before throwing on her red silk robe and storming out.
"What the hell?" Ron cried out, in disdain. "What'd I do?"
"Sorry, mate," Harry said, though he was secretly very glad, indeed. The thought of his two friends having sex was making him very sick.