So I know... It's short. I promise, 16'll be longer. 16 is six pages when I wrote it out. I still have to type it, so I suppose it'll be up today or tomorrow. and for those who wanted to know, my mom is fine, they let her out of the hospital later that day and is sleeping in bed. YAY Sorry there's not much fluff this chapter, I'll have more fluff later! Sorry the formatting of this chapter is messed up, FF is messing it up, I dunno why... I'll try to fix it next chapter.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Oh well. That would make me rich, and I don't know if I could handle it.
Just Friends? :: Chapter Fifteen – Mrs. Weasley
Mrs. Weasley woke up the same time she always did: six. The twins had gone to Gringott's (so she was lead to believe), Mr. Weasley had gone into work, and Ginny, Ron and Hermione were still asleep. She started the coffee, the toast.
Now it was seven-thirty. She headed upstairs to wake the kids. She looked in Percy's room (now the spare bedroom) to wake Hermione. She wasn't there. She must have gotten up already, she thought. She went to Ron's room next.
She opened the door quietly. Something wasn't right. Ron was curled up, in contrast to how he normally slept; he slept sprawled out over the bed. She looked, and Hermione's petite body was in Ron's arms. She screamed. Ron jumped up trying in vain to hide Hermione behind him.
"RONALD WEASLEY!" Ron's face was a deep scarlet; Hermione was shaking behind him.
"WHAT ARE TWO DOING? IN BED? TOGETHER?" Her voice got louder with every word.
"Mrs. Weasley, I can explain-"
"Can you?"
"Mom, we didn't do anything! Honest!" By then, the yelling had woken Ginny, "Bloody hell! What's Hermione doing in Ron's bed?"
"Ginny, watch your mouth." "Sorry." "You two, up. Now. Downstairs in five minutes."
"Mione, I'm so sorry." Hermione was in tears. "I'm the one who came into your room." "I'm not letting you talk the blame, Mum's the worst." He smiled, ruffling his hair. Hermione sniffled and walked down the hall.
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The rest of the holidays went by quickly. Mrs. Weasley did her best to keep her temper down at the two of them; she remembered what it was like to be sixteen and in love. She knew one thing though, if Ginny pulled that, she'd end up killing her.