What Could Have Been

At the moment I don't know what to write about, but I bet inspiration will come, because I have a free night; no work to do or anything. I also have a play tomorrow!

Disclaimer: Same as the other chapters - I don't own Harry Potter.

Ron had invited Harry and Hermione to The Burrow for Christmas. Harry was looking forward to it - anything that would take his mind off his mind was welcome. He felt like he was going mad with everything that had been happening; and had decided to take a break from trying to persuade his friends that Malfoy was a Death Eater.

And Fleur had decided to impersonate Celestina Warbeck. Mrs Weasley was glaring at her, and Harry thought it would be best to leave.

"Goodnight," he said awkwardly, standing up and looking around the room.

There was a general murmer of 'night' before Harry, Ron and Hermione left.

As soon as they'd closed the door behind them, Ron sighed.

"Finally! I thought we were going to be stuck in there forever!"

He kissed Hermione on the cheek. She blushed, but giggled. Harry was starting to feel a little annoyed with their behaviour. When he said he was happy for them, he hadn't imagined them acting anything like this. He thought they'd just be nicer than usual, with the occasional two-people-who-are-going-out action. He never thought he'd live to see the day where Ron went soft. Over a girl.

They ascended the stairs up to Ron's bedroom. Although they were supposed to be going to bed, it was still fairly early - they had merely left because they'd sensed trouble brewing.

Ron almost fell onto his bed and groaned happily.

"I could just fall asleep now ..."

Hermione sat next to him.

"Or - well, in a bit."

He sat up. Harry sat on his own bed and picked up the Half-Blood Prince's book. He flicked through it for a few minutes, trying to get himself absorbed in it, and trying to ignore Hermione's obsessive giggling.

When he eventually couldn't stand it any longer, he looked over the top of his book. He couldn't see them anywhere.

Sighing, he set the book down, and immediately found out why he hadn't been able to see them. They were lying back on the bed, in the middle of a long kiss, which Harry felt he needed to interrupt.

He cleared his throat. They looked up quickly and, flushing, sat up straight.

"Sorry," Hermione said, staring at the floor.

Harry didn't reply. Instead, he yawned widely and falsely.

"Shouldn't we be going to bed?"

"But it's only -"

"I'm worn out."

Ron nodded.

"Yeah. OK, yeah - if you like."

"Alright then," Hermione stood up, still not looking at Harry, "'Night, Ron."

She and Ron hugged for a few moments. Harry watched them, and accidentally caught Ron's eye.

Hermione left the room. Harry noticed she was hurrying.

Ron yawned genuinely.

"Told you," Harry said irritably, pulling his pyjamas out of his trunk. Ron simply glared. They didn't exchange another word.

A loud 'bang' woke Harry up from a strange dream. He sat bolt upright and fumbled for his wand. His watch told him it was nearly midnight.

"Sorry!" a voice hissed. It wasn't Ron.

"Hermione! What are you doing here?"

"I - well, I - I had a nightmare, and I was worried something had happened to Ron - I mean, to you two."

Harry felt like yelling at her. What a stupid excuse. If she wanted to kiss Ron in the middle of the night, she should have just set her alarm.

"Ron, is that your arm?"

"No, that's my face -"

"OW!"

"Oh, sorry, thought that was the pillow -"

Harry simply listened to them struggling to do whatever they were trying to do. It was pitch dark, and he still couldn't find his wand. He continued reaching into his bag.

The scufling stopped, and Harry knew Ron and Hermione had got themselves comfortable on the bed at last. He found his wand, and had just pulled it out of his bag to light it when the door opened again, and a figure pointed a lit wand into the room. Harry caught a glimpse of Ron and Hermione in each other's arms, kissing for what seemed like the millionth time that day before they broke apart, caught by surprise by the light. Mrs Weasley poked her head around the door.

"Hermione, what are you doing in here?" she whispered.

Harry lit his wand, too, and stared at them.

"Sorry," Hermione mumbled, "I'll just - go ..."

She stood up and walked slowly to the door. Mrs Weasley shook her head, sighed, and disappeared. As soon as she was gone, Hermione turned and rushed back into Ron's arms.

"Night," she said quietly, kissing him on the cheek.

"Yeah, I'll see you in the morning."

Harry rolled his eyes as they hugged again. Mrs Weasley again peeked around the door. Ron let go of Hermione quickly, and she stood up and swiftly left the room, followed by Mrs Weasley.

Ron looked down at Harry.

"Erm - night, mate."

Harry scowled at him, turned over, and whispered 'Nox'. He lay awake for about an hour, lost in his own angry thoughts,but didn't hear Ron start snoring.

I like this one, I like writing like the books as much as I can. Isn't Harry Potter great? Please review this to make me continue.