I may as well add this second chapter; I am aware that it is skimpy, even by my standards, and if I were inclined I would change it, attaching it to another chapter or something, but I'm far too lazy for that and I've got class in ten minutes, so it' going up on it's own. Please don't hate me...
Chapter 6
Ron lay in bed, gazing despairingly at the ceiling. What had got into Hermione's mind that made her invite his parents over to the flat? They had discussed this repeatedly- his parents had always thought that their flat was too small, and he didn't want to encourage this image. The truth was that it was too small. The kitchen was barely big enough to swing a gerbil, never mind a fully-grown cat, and their "second bedroom" was basically just a broom cupboard with a futon stuffed in it and two shelves overflowing with dusty old books. Ron had had many discussions with Hermione regarding the abundance of books in their apartment- they were everywhere! Books in the kitchen, books in the living room- just last week he had opened the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, only to be battered by a barrage of dusty old medical textbooks which his darling wife had placed there "just in case"! In case of what? A worldwide book shortage?
Ron blinked furiously as the morning light flooded through his windows. Hermione had insisted in getting up at 7 o'clock, an obscenely early hour for a Saturday in Ron's mind, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get back to sleep. Glowering, he got out of bed and began to get dressed. It was just as he was searching for his socks that he began to notice some rather unusual things. Several bottles of magical cleaning solution lay on the sideboard, next to a very thick book with the words "Madam MacRae's 10,000 Handy Household Cleaning Tips" written on the front above a picture of a plump, curly haired witch who was smiling and waving her wand at a pile of dirty dishes. Ron gazed around, panic-stricken, before noticing a piece of parchment lying on the bedside table, with three of his least favourite words written across the top in Hermione's handwriting- "Chores For Ron". He looked desperately at the door, wondering whether or not to make a break for it, but before he could decide Hermione entered, wearing old robes and a vigilant look on her face.
"Ah, you're up!" she smiled sweetly. "I thought since your parents were coming over tonight that we might as well have a big spring clean! We're going to need one before the baby comes anyway, so we might as well get it over and done with now!"
Ron flicked his eyes towards the window, where his broomstick was leaning against the wall. He could head to Harry's- it would be a good ten minutes before Hermione got suspicious…
Hermione followed his gaze. "Don't even think about it, Mister!" she said reproachfully. "It didn't work last time and it's not going to work today! Come on," she said, shooing him along, "put on some old robes and make a start on that list of chores. Looks like it 's gonna be an all day job…"