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Yeah I know, bathroom scene, kinda cliché but I couldn't help myself :P
Plus, liking each other Ron and Hermione are bound to end up in a bunch of embarrassing situations being so close already, but they don't stop talking to each other either! Besides it takes them so far out of their elements, heehee :P. anways on with the story!
There was a light rap on the door, "Hermione?"
"Hey, Ginny! How's the slap-jack going?"
She groaned, "Oh don't even get me started."
Hermione giggled, "King of Hearts?"
"Every time!" George replied from the doorway, grinning, a pack of cards in his hand.
"No more!" Ginny cried.
"Oh, come on," Fred replied cheerfully, taking the deck from George and dealing out four places on Ginny's bed.
"Thank you, for asking if you could come in." The youngest Weasley stood, arms akimbo, looking very disapproving.
"No worries, Gin," George replied. "Grab a pile."
She flopped down across from him, an easy conquest, picking up one of the piles, "but I'm so bad at this game!"
"That's what makes it so much fun!" she received another big grin from Fred.
"Okay," Hermione grabbed her pile and placed the top one down in the centre of the bed. "Ace."
"Two."
SLAP!
"Damn Hermione! You're fast!" George exclaimed.
"What happened? I didn't even SEE that!" Fred chimed in his agreement.
Ginny just picked up the two cards she'd manage to score herself already. "Oh yeah, this' gonna be fun."
Hermione grinned, "I love this game!"
"Huh," Ginny muttered. "I wish Ron was here."
"Why?" she asked, "'Cause he's worse than you?"
"No, to distract YOU!"
Hermione looked up sharply, her eyebrows lost in her hairline.
Ginny, unperturbed, side for a brief look of nervousness, bestowed quite a large innocent grin upon her friend.
In one swift movement Hermione had a hold on the pillow behind her and had swept it around, delivering a playfully reproachful blow squarely in Ginny's face. Promptly sitting upon it Hermione turned back to the game, "Four." Looking back to Ginny she shot back a reflection of her own cheesy grin.
"Five," Fred said.
Ron laughed as he entered the well, his hair still damn around his shoulders, "What have you lot done to the slapjack champ over there?"
"Six," George said.
"She did it to herself," Hermione retorted.
"Seven," Ginny chimed reproachfully, fixing her hair and straightening herself out.
"Eight," Hermione said cockily.
SMACK!
"Ginny!!!"
The Weasley boys fell over themselves in hysterics.
"Hullo!" Ron cried in between fits of laughter, and smacked his hand down upon the pile of cards.
Ginny's face fell as a chorus of slapping hands followed. "Oh damn." Which just provoked more fits of laughter from the rest of the table.
"Bloody hell, Ginny," Ron smirked.
"I'd like to see you do better," she taunted.
"I'd love to," he retorted, "but you've already dealt."
"Play with Hermione," Ginny replied.
"Yeah," George agreed, "She needs a handicap."
Ron lunged, grabbing the other pillow and chucking it as his brother, who just managed to duck in time. Unfortunately Fred didn't quite make it and took a mouthful of pillow that had been meant for his twin.
"Nice shot!" Ginny cheered, "Umph!" Her words were cut short by the very same pillow. "Hey!"
"That's what you get for only making enemies, Gin," Ron chortled.
"Hey!" Hermione cried as she was shoved unceremoniously into Ron's lap as the pillow she was perched upon was hauled out from beneath her.
In one swift movement Ginny had whipped around and hurled one pillow at one twin and swung around to swat Ron with the other. Hermione, who had landed half way on top of Ron, wound up bearing the brunt of his sister's assault.
"Ginny!" Hermione spluttered, trapped by the continuous blows, not even left with enough time for the pink to rise in her cheecks.
"Oh! Sorry Hermione!"
"Thanks a lot," Ron's muffled voice came from somewhere behind Hermione's mass of bushy hair.
"Don't YOU complain, I'm your shield here!"
"Right," Ron laughed, "Thanks, by the way."
"Oh no problem," she rolled her eyes, trying in vain to shield herself. "Oh!" She suddenly found herself being lifted and plopped down directly in front of one twin.
"I need a shield too!" George cried ducking behind her just as Fred brought down the pillow once again.
"Hey!"
"No fair!" Fred agreed.
"Eeep!" This time Hermione managed to duck just in time.
SMACK!
There was a sudden silence that captured the room, encompassed by the bulging eyes of the Weasley clan.
"Oooh," Ginny shook her head, "Mum's gonna kill you!"
"US?" The twins demanded simultaneously.
"You started it!" Ron agreed venomously.
"Well, this is mature," Hermione shook her head, scooping a pile of feathers from the top of Ron's red locks casually.
"Yeah, well done," Ron said sarcastically.
"Aw, 'ickle Ronnickins is practicing to be the pwefect."
"Oh shutup."
"WHAT happened in HERE?" a new voice cut in sharply.
Abruptly all joking tones disappeared from the air as five heads whipped around to face the doorway, expecting the worst despite the fact that Mrs. Weasley was obviously still off at Grimauld place and the voice had been blatantly masculine.
"Harry!"
Everything else was forgotten as the room hurled itself at their dark haired friend.
"You're early mate," Ron noted cheerfully.