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Chapter 3 I Got a Hot Date Tonight

Hermione awoke the next morning about seven, a little late for her. Tucking in her sheets and spreading the deep blue quilt over them, she mentally planned out her day. A hot shower was at the top of her priorities.

'After that,' she thought, 'I'll catch up on my reading before breakfast.'

Hermione turned on the shower in her adjoining bathroom and got in. Working the shampoo through her thick curls, she thought about her plans for the rest of the day. She wondered if Ginny had an idea of what they could do. Maybe Harry and Ron could come up with something. Hermione decided that she would be perfectly content to finish her book today. It was awfully fascinating. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice someone else was in the bathroom with her until a voice spoke up.

"Blimey, mate. You sure are putting off an awful lot of steam in there."

Hermione froze. She had just finished in the shower and her hand was on the knob to turn off the water.

The voice continued. "Sorry about the intrusion. Fred and George and company arrived early this morning and George has been hogging my bathroom for the past half hour. He wants to look 'smashing' for his lady friend."

"Ron!" shrieked Hermione.

"Hermione!"

"Well, who else did you expect it to be?" she asked angrily. She reached out of the shower and pulled her robe from the towel rack. Stepping out of the shower in her robe, she continued. "It is my bathroom for the time being."

Ron just gaped at her. "Sorry." He then mumbled something unintelligible.

"What?"

"I said I didn't know it was you room. I thought it was Harry's. I'm sorry." With that, he left.

Standing there, Hermione felt bad for Ron. 'Maybe I shouldn't have yelled at him. He didn't do it on purpose.'

Before he could leave her bedroom, Hermione grabbed Ron's wrist. "I'm sorry, Ron. I shouldn't have gotten so angry. It's not your fault that you mixed up the rooms."

He just nodded curtly and left.

Ron walked quickly to his room and threw himself down on his bed. Lying facedown with his face in the pillow, he couldn't get her face out of his head. He had never realized how beautiful she really was until just then. Well, he supposed she was always beautiful, but the scanty robe and water dripping off her didn't hurt. Ron groaned. 'How am I supposed to face her? I have no idea how I feel about her.'

From the bathroom, George called, "Something wrong?"

"No."

"Very well, then. Let's go to breakfast. How do I look?" George walked out of the bathroom.

"Absolutely spiffing."

Ron ducked the quaffle that was thrown at him and headed down to breakfast.

Sackfuls of gold didn't change the Weasley family or the way they had breakfast. Using her wand to direct the big black skillet that was cooking eggs, Molly yelled up the stairs to George to come down for breakfast.

"Stop thumping around and making such a ruckus!" she shouted as he descended the stairs.

Tossing his hands up in defeat, he exclaimed, "You just can't win with this woman!"

When Hermione and Harry finally made it downstairs, George stood and introduced his girlfriend. "Harry and Hermione, you two are the only ones who haven't met my girlfriend yet. This," he indicated a beautiful raven haired girl, "is Desdemona."

"I go by Mona." She smiled and offered her hand to Harry. Harry just looked at her quizzically for a few seconds until he realized what she wanted. He kissed her hand. Hermione went to shake her hand but Mona returned to her breakfast curtly.

When everyone was settled at the large table, Molly began to serve breakfast—eggs, bacon, sausage, muffins, thick buttered toast and pumpkin juice.

Ron was talking animatedly with Angelina about quidditch when Fred broke into the conversation.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Ron, but I don't think Angelina will be feeling much like playing quidditch this visit."

"Why not?" asked Ron, puzzled. "Is something wrong?"

"Well…" Fred looked at his wife. "I s'pose now is as good a time as any." Fred stood, pulling Angelina up with him. Grasping her hand, he said, "My beautiful wife and I have an announcement to make." When Angelina smiled, pulling a black braid behind her ear, Fred continued. "We're going to have a baby."

Uproar broke out in the dining room.

"That's wonderful!" exclaimed Arthur.

"Congratulations!" shouted Harry over the noise.

Molly grasped Fred and Angelina in a single, very tight hug.

"Oh, this is so wonderful! Another grandchild! Of course, your little one will get along splendidly with little Analiese. I'll owl Percy and Penny right now and tell them the good news! I'm sure they still have the memories of new parenthood fresh in their minds and could offer you a lot of advice."

"No, thanks, Mum." interjected Fred. "I've been listening to Percy's advice my whole life—unwillingly I might add. We can handle this on our own."

After breakfast, Hermione was taking the stairs up to her room, thinking of her book, when Harry called out to her.

"Where're you going, mate? Come on, quidditch!"

"Not again..."

"You don't have to play! Now, come watch!"

Fred, George, Ron and Harry played quidditch while Hermione, Ginny, Angelina and Mona watched from the hillside.

The girls passed a few moments asking Angelina questions about the plans for the baby. After that, they took a break from the chat to idly watch the guys play.

"They do look good out there." said Angelina. "Especially my Fred." She sighed.

Hermione and Ginny laughed. "It's so cute that you still ogle him!" said Ginny.

"Well, I suppose you can't say Fred is good looking without admitting that George is as well." offered Mona.

"That is a very good point." Angelina replied.

"Fred and George are right handsome I suppose…" said Hermione. She was leaning forward, her face in her hands and her elbows propped up on her knees. "Ron is rather handsome, too."

"Oy! You think Ron is handsome, eh?" Angelina giggled maliciously.

Hermione blushed a very deep shade of pink. She hadn't even realized that she had said that aloud.

"Well, he's handsome enough." She then quickly tried to get the spotlight off of her. "Ginny, what do you think. Don't the boys look good out there?"

"Well, three of them are my brothers! But, yes, I'll admit, Harry does look rather good out there on his broomstick." Ginny then also blushed pink.

"I agree," offered Mona, "They're all very handsome guys. Sexy, too." She whistled a loud catcall at George, causing him to loose his concentration and get hit by a quaffle sent over by Fred. The girls laughed.

"Sorry, baby!" called Mona.

The young people spent the afternoon indoors, catching up on each others' lives. Harry was telling Mona all about the time Fred and George left Hogwarts with a bang in his fifth year—one of his favorite memories—when he noticed that Ginny was gone. When he finished the story ten minutes later, he saw that she was still gone. When she finally returned to the parlor, Harry couldn't believe what he saw. Ginny descended the stairs wearing a short, cute white dress that hugged her body. A pink ribbon encircled her waist, complete with a bow. Her skin was all glowy and her lips were shiny and pale pink. Her hair was down, red with golden highlights and past her shoulders. Harry decided she should wear it down more often.

Although Ginny hadn't intended to make an entrance, she did. Everyone stopped talking.

"Gin, you look amazing." said Ron.

"Yeah…" was all Harry could think to say.

"What's the occasion?" Hermione questioned.

"Well, while you all were talking, Neville owled me. I didn't want to interrupt, but I now have a date tonight."

"Neville…Longbottom?" asked Harry, feeling a little dazed.

"Yes." confirmed Ginny. "He goes to school with me. He's studying Advanced Herbology."

"Fascinating." mumbled Harry.

With that, he said something about not feeling well and climbed the stairs to his room. Ron looked at Hermione. Knowing what he meant, she nodded. Harry and Ginny were so crazy about each other, even if Ginny didn't realize it at the moment. They had to formulate a plan to get them together.