A/N: First off, thanks to all of you who reviewed! It makes me so happy!! Yummy cookies to all of you (if I ever meet any of you!) Anyways, the second chapter is here, I'm thinking that there are only going to be a few chapters, let me know if you think I should go on or leave it after… eh, I'm thinking 3. R&R!!
Hermione stuck her head into the doorway of the Weasley's living room. "It's relatively early, maybe everyone will still be asleep." she thought. No one was in the living room, so she began to climb the creaky staircase to the Weasly's bathroom. When she got to the second floor, she knocked on Ginny's door. No answer. "Shoot." Hermione cursed. She had hoped that she could have just changed in Ginny's closet, but obviously Ginny was still asleep. Hermione had forgotten that Ginny liked to sleep in. Slowly, she started up the other set of stairs. "Hermione!" Hermione whirled around at the sound of her name, fearing the worst. There was Ginny, dressed in her pajamas, gazing sleepily at her.
" G' Morning, Ginny." whispered Hermione. Ginny just smiled.
"You're in your jimjams, Mio."
Hermione grinned. "You can ask your brothers about that later."
Ginny giggled. "C'mon and throw your stuff in my room, and I'll get you a towel. The boys are still asleep, but Ron will be glad you're here."
Ron. Why did everyone mention Ron was glad to see her. Wasn't Harry happy to see her?
Ginny reappeared with a fluffy white bath towel. "There you are. You remember where the bathroom is, right?"
"I haven't forgotten everything." teased Hermione.
Yawning, Ginny gave Hermione a thumbs-up sign, and went back into her room.
Hermione smiled to herself, and headed up the stairs to the bathroom.
Getting to the third story, Hermione passed Ron and Harry's room. All was silent. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Ron wouldn't see her like this after all. Hermione turned the corner, and slipped into the bathroom.
The bathroom was a lot smaller than she had remembered, but then again she was a little bigger than last year. She had lost her girly figure and developed curves in all the right places. Her hair, on the other hand, had begun to lose it's puffiness, and had started to wave instead. Hermione shut the door and began to undress. Setting her towel down on the sink ledge, she stepped into the shower, and turned on the water. Slipping into the hot water, Hermione felt relief flood over her.
About halfway through her shower, Hermione heard a door open. "The boys must be getting up." thought Hermione. "I should probably get out." Putting conditioner into her hair, she heard the bathroom door open. Terrified, Hermione heard a voice.
"That game last night really was something last night, wasn't it, Harry."
That was Ron's voice. "Oh my God" thought Hermione. "Ron thinks that I'm Harry."
"…yeah, that move he pulled was so great. Harry? Harry, are you paying any attention to me, because if you're just ignoring me I may have to come in there and…"
Hermione took a deep breath and stuck her head out of the shower. "I promise you Ron, if you come in here…" She trailed off. There stood Ron, in front of the toilet, relieving himself, and Hermione was watching. Hermione stepped back and slipped on the bar of soap. Ron yelped.
"OhmygoshMioI'msosorryIthoughtyouwere…" Ron trailed off, immediately realizing what she had been looking at.
Hermione started falling, and managed grab the closest thing to break her fall, which happened to be the shower curtain, which ripped as she fell out of the shower. Ron, who had been hurriedly pulling up his pants, saw Hermione fall, let his britches fall again, and instinctively tried to catch her. In the end, Ron ended up on top of a shower-curtain clad Hermione. Both took a moment in trying to get up, and in that moment Harry happened to open the door, knocking Ron back onto Hermione with an 'Oof!'. Harry blushed.
"Um, is this a bad time, because I can go…" he started.
Hermione gaped at Harry. "Hello, Harry. I was just taking a shower, and um, was caught with the door unlocked and um…" she blushed, and grabbed her towel off of the sink, scrambled up, wrapping herself in it, feeling a little more secure in that than in a shower curtain.
Meanwhile, Ron was hurriedly fumbling with his pants, and trying to get up, which only resulted in him tripping over his own feet. "I swear, Harry, nothing happened. In fact, I thought it was you in the shower, since you said that's where you were headed." growled Ron, who was now as red as his hair.
"Sorry mate. I had to go get a towel. Ginny showed me where they were." Harry responded.
Hermione had managed to get to her feet while the boys had been talking, and was starting for the door when Ginny walked in.
"Hermione, what are the guys doing in here?" she asked, glancing first at Harry, who was standing in the doorway, then Ron, who was half-covered in the shower curtain.
"I'll tell you at breakfast, Gin." said Hermione, and the girls headed back to Ginny's room.
Ginny chortled in her eggs. "Ron hasn't been able to wait for you to get here, I'm surprised he didn't hug you anyways."
The girls were enjoying a wonderful breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, and cider, all prepared by Mrs. Weasly, who had been more than happy to see Hermione.
"Ginny," started Hermione. "Why has everyone said that?"
"Sa' wha'? asked Ginny with a mouthful of bacon.
"Said that Ron has been happy to see me."
Ginny swallowed. "Because he has been. A lot more this year than any other, though. He asked me a few weeks ago when you were coming, and I told him that I was all for you coming then, but mom said we had to wait. Then Ron went to mum and asked her if you could come, and she told him that it was my call when you came. So Ron's been sucking up to me since then, and I can't stand him when he gets like that, so I had him owl you. I think he really likes you, Mione." she ended, taking a sip of cider.
Hermione choked on her toast. "Ron? Like me? But, I'm Hermione, his best friend since second year."
"Exactly." said Ginny. "You and he have known each other forever, so why not go for it. You never know until you try."
"Try what?" asked Harry, who had come downstairs in time to catch the end of their conversation.
Ginny glanced at Hermione, who was signaling the 'you-tell-him-what-we-were-talking-about-and-I'll-turn-you-into-something-not-very-nice'. "She's trying to decide if Ron likes her." she said. Hermione let her head drop onto the table. She was so going to kill Ginny later.
"Mio, there's no need to act like it's not happening." Harry comforted. He put his arm around her. "What happens, happens, there's nothing we can do but watch it."
Hermione looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. What would happen to the Trio if she and Ron were to be a couple? "Do you mean that, Harry? Do you mean that you're ok with it?" Harry brushed a piece of hair out of her face. "I'm your other best friend Mione, of course I don't care. Now, go up there. Ron's threatening to strangle himself with a piece of sock lint, and it may get ugly."
Hermione got up and gave both Harry and Ginny hugs. "Thanks guys, you two are the greatest."
Ginny grinned. "I know."
Then Hermione started up the stairs to find Ron.
A/N: Alright, one more to go? Or should I make it a full fledged fan fiction? You let me know, read and review!!