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Ron walked into Bill's room to see Hermione staring out the window into the backyard, watching Harry and Ginny. Ron cleared his throat and Hermione turned around.
"What are you doing up here?" she asked.
"What do you mean? I promised that I would come and check on you. I didn't want you to think that I was going to forget about that, especially for Quidditch," replied Ron, somewhat bewildered. Hermione smirked at him. "What's that look for?"
Hermione smiled even wider, and her eyes grew bright. "You must have it bad!"
"What? What do you mean?" Ron asked. Can she read my mind?
"You stopped playing Quidditch, and from what I heard, before the game was done, to come check up on me," explained Hermione, blushing slightly.
"Yeah, well, I guess I do," said Ron, looking at the floor and shuffling his feet. His ears were turning pink. He kept looking down, not wanting to show his beet red face to Hermione, when he felt something hit his front.
"Oof!" he cried. Then he felt arms wrap around his torso and soft hair under his cheek. Ron realized that Hermione had gotten up from the bed and rushed over to embrace him in the few seconds that he was looking down. He wrapped his arms around her, chills going up his spine. I can't believe that this still happens. I have Mione, but she still makes me blush and sends chills up my spine!
Ron took one arm from around Hermione, brought it to her chin and gently tilted her chin up so that her face was looking directly at his. Then he slowly brought his face to hers, gently brushing his lips over hers. This time the chills went through his entire body, and his heart was beating so hard that he felt as though it would beat out of his chest. Hermione put her arms around Ron's neck and kissed him harder. After a couple of minutes, Ron reluctantly broke away.
"What's wrong?" asked Hermione, a pout on her lips. Ron couldn't resist it. He gave her one more small kiss before breaking away again.
"You're sick and should be in bed," said Ron wisely.
"No, really, I'm feeling much better now," said Hermione, leaning in for another kiss. Ron put his hand up to her lips.
"Nuh, uh, uh! You get back into bed and rest. I'll come check up on you again later. Maybe you'll be feeling better," Ron said with a sly grin. Hermione playfully huffed a little as she went back to her bed. Ron pulled the blankets up around her and gave her a kiss on the forehead before heading toward the door. "I'll be back in a little while," said Ron. He left the room, closing the door behind him.
Ron ran into Harry on his way back downstairs. "How's Hermione?" he asked casually, although he had a wider-than-usual grin on his face.
"She's fine, so I'm having a bit of fun," said Ron.
"Yes? How so?"
How do I say this without saying anything embarrassing? "She's….antsy," said Ron. "She obviously didn't need to stay in bed for awhile, but I assured her that I thought that she needed some more rest, and sent her to bed," he finished with a wicked grin on his face.
"How long do you think she'll last up there?" asked Harry.
"Oh, I don't know. 5….4….3….2…." Suddenly Hermione came bounding down the stairs to the boys.
"Hi Harry, how're you?" Hermione asked brightly.
"Well, I'm fine. Aren't you supposed to be in bed or something?" Harry gave a sideways glance at Ron and smiled.
"Uh….well, I'm really feeling much better now, but thank you for your concern," said Hermione. "Well, I'm off to find Ginny!" Hermione pecked Ron on the cheek and bounded down the rest of the stairs to find Ginny.
"Wow mate, what have you done to her?" Harry asked with disbelief in his voice.
"What do you mean?" asked Ron, bewildered.
"She's, she's giddy!" said Harry in amazement.
"Giddy?"
"Yeah, giddy. I've never seen her like that before. But then, I've never seen you leave Quidditch early." Ron blushed at this comment.
"I'm sure if you look at yourself, you'll see a change in you because of Ginny."
"Oh, no. I'm my own man. No woman will ever change me," said Harry, pounding his chest.
"Oh, I'm sure. How about last night at dinner when you were going to have a second slice of pie, but Ginny gave you that look?"
"What look?" Harry asked innocently.
"That look saying 'Don't you dare eat another piece of pie.' Mate, she's mothering you!"
"So?"
"Did you eat the pie?"
"No! You took it before I could even take a second look at it!" said Harry, pointing his finger at Ron.
"Well, you get my point."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyways, why don't you say we go and build up another campfire? It's the perfect night for one," suggested Harry.
"Great idea, mate. You get the firewood and build it, and I'll get the food we need," said Ron. Harry rolled his eyes when Ron mentioned food.
Ron walked into the kitchen to see Mrs. Weasley flitting about doing this and that. "Hey Mum, we're going to have dinner outside around the fire pit tonight, is that alright?"
"Actually, Ron, it's perfect. Your father and I are going out tonight, and the twins are also going…somewhere, I think. You four are on your own tonight. Just make sure to BEHAVE," warned Mrs. Weasley, giving Ron a stern eye.
"I know that you were alone on the camping trip, but there was nothing I could say then, considering I had four friends and not two couples on my hands. But this time, I know I have two couples, so here is your warning," Mrs. Weasley added. Ron just nodded his head and didn't say anything.
"Now, we'll be back tonight. I don't know when, but it'll be sometime tonight. Remember: we could apparate at any moment!" With that Mrs. Weasley left the room.
Ron mumbled a little under his breath as he got the stuff together, and then stopped. The four had the house all to themselves tonight! Ron dashed from the kitchen to the backyard, where Harry was putting matches to kindling, getting the fire going.
"Hey, mate, you'll never guess what's ours tonight," said Ron, panting.
"What? The fire pit? If so, that's not really a big deal."
"No, the house!"
"Seriously? That's awesome! What do you think we should do?"
"It can't be anything drastic. My mum's given me stern warnings and a look to go along with them. Before she left the room she reminded me that she and dad can apparate at any moment," said Ron.
"Do you think she'd mind if the other guys came over?"
"I don't think so, as long as we're not too messy or rowdy," said Ron, shrugging.
"Sounds great. I'll call Dean, and why don't you floo Seamus?" suggested Harry.
"Sounds good. I'll go and let Hermione and Ginny know, too," said Ron.
"He he, I almost forgot about them! Yeah, we should probably tell them, but please don't tell them that I almost forgot them," said Harry.
"Wouldn't dream of it…at least not tonight," said Ron. "You'd better watch yourself I the future, though!"
Ron ran up the stairs. I seem to be doing a lot of running today. "Mione, Ginny!"
Ginny poked her head out of her room, "What? Why are you yelling up and down the hall Ron?"
"Because I wanted to let you know that we have the house to ourselves," explained Ron, out of breath yet again.
"Really? That's great! What should we do?" said Hermione.
"Well, Harry and I were getting the campfire ready for tonight, and thought it'd be cool to have Dean and Seamus over.
"Yeah, that's cool. How about Neville, too?" suggested Hermione.
"Well, really? You think so?" Ron liked Neville and all, but didn't know if he really wanted him over that night. Neville could be so…quirky.
"Ronald Weasley, you aren't actually thinking of excluding him, are you?" Hermione chastised, her hands on her hips.
"No, no, of course not! I'll floo Neville right after I floo Seamus," said Ron, looking at the ground. Wow, can she make me feel guilty quickly.
Ron raced, yet again, down the stairs to the kitchen fireplace. He flooed Seamus and Neville, who were both excited to come. He then went out back to check on Harry, the fire, and to see if Dean was coming.
"Yeah, Dean said he'd love to come. How about Seamus?" asked Harry.
"He's coming. So is Neville," responded Ron. Harry raised his eyebrow in surprise, but didn't seem to care.
"Well, I'd better start to get things set up," said Ron.
"Sounds like a good idea," replied Harry. So Ron walked toward the house, excited to get everything put together for what should prove to be a great night.
A/N: Ooh...what's going to happen! I hope you enjoy, please keep reviewing!