Hermione rolled over, trying to avoid the sun's loud glare. It was too early to get up. This was the first morning in a long time Hermione could sleep in, and what's more, she actually wanted to. She had been having a lovely dream… She searched her memory trying to remember… And blushed when she did. Ron's lips had been all over her body…
She shook her head, as a nagging voice in the back of her mind reminded her of what had happened last night.
She had drunk.
She had kissed Ron.
He had pulled away in disgust, and told her it didn't mean anything.
Regardless of Ginny's comforting the night before, and the hours she had spent trying to reassure her friend that her brother was a git, but a git who really liked her, Hermione couldn't believe it. Not after what had happened. All the more reason to sleep in, and never get up.
Unfortunately, Mrs Weasley had other plans.
She knocked on the girls bedroom door, calling out to them, and waited for a response. Hermione looked over at a sleepy Ginny, who had raised her head in irritation.
"What Mum? It's too early!"
Mrs Weasley didn't think so, and entered the room, practically floating.
"She's in labour! Right now, Bill just owled. I have to head to Saint Mungo's straight away! Oh my, my first grandchild."
She fluttered about nervously, not quite sure what to do with herself.
"Your father is at work! But of course, it could take hours… Why with Bill I was there almost twenty-four!"
Ginny and Hermione looked at each other, surprised.
"Yes, magic doesn't help too much in getting the precious things out quicker I'm afraid girls. But with Ginny, it was a mere twenty-four minutes. So I really don't know how long I'll be away. Bill's a nervous wreck, the poor thing. Just like his father was. Anyway, what I came to say was, I'll be gone for awhile. I haven't woke the boys yet… I thought it best for them to, uh- wake themselves."
Hermione looked quizzically at Ginny, who was trying to stifle her giggles, obviously knowing something Hermione didn't.
"But lunch and dinner are already prepared. Hopefully I'll be back before breakfast tomorrow. But if I'm not…"
"Mum!" Ginny interrupted, almost laughingly. "It'll be fine. We know how to cook for ourselves. Honestly, go! Wish Bill the best, and uh, Phlegm, I mean, Fleur."
Mrs Weasley shot her a look, as she exited, now in a hurry.
"Why can't we wake the boys?" Hermione asked Ginny.
Ginny shot her a look, and sighed.
"Well, you've never had brothers. Mum tried it once with Ron, and uh, got quite a surprise."
Hermione's face flushed brighter than it ever had before when she realised what Ginny meant. Fortunately, she had no time to dwell on it, as Mrs Weasley re-entered the room.
"I'll owl you as soon as I know anything!"
She kissed both girls quickly, and left for the kitchen, yelling "Saint Mungo's!" a few seconds later.
Hermione and Ginny both looked at each other, after the hurricane that was Mrs Weasley had left.
"Alright, I'll start breakfast, and you go wake the boys." Ginny instructed, getting up and stretching.
Hermione blushed.
"No! I'll uh, start breakfast. You go wake the boys."
Ginny shrugged, an evil smile on her face.
"Suit yourself." She trundled out of the room, and Hermione headed downstairs. True to her word, Mrs Weasley had left breakfast out. The food had been set with heating and cooling charms (depending on what it was), and Hermione just had to distribute it. She was deep in thought when she heard someone come down the stairs behind her.
"They up yet? Hope you didn't have any nasty-" She turned around to face Ginny, and dropped the plate she was holding when she saw it was Ron. In his boxers.
"Crikey Hermione!" He gasped, trying to cover himself. "I thought you were Mum. Ginny said she'd left breakfast down here."
Hermione swallowed, hard. "She did, I was just setting it up. She –uh- had to go to Saint Mungo's. Fleur's having the baby."
She peered past Ron, looking for Ginny or Harry, trying to avert her gaze. She hoped she managed to look like she had, but she couldn't help glancing at his chest. Quite broad in the shoulders, fine, strong muscles rippling across… pale skin, with smattering's of freckles… wisps of red hair… leading down his stomach to his…
She gulped. "Umm… Harry up yet?"
Ron frowned. "Ginny's waking him. Should be down soon…" He sat at the table, apparently forgetting his attire, something Hermione couldn't do.
Hermione frowned. Ron was a lot harder to wake then Harry…
"I'll uh, go get them. Don't wait for us."
She dashed up the stairs, hoping her face would cool a little. The image of Ron just as she had seen him wouldn't stop dancing in front of her eyes, as much as she tried.