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As Ron woke up, his body made it unmistakably clear that whatever else he wanted to do, he should go to the bathroom first. So he traipsed down the stairs to the only bathroom the Burrow had.
When he reached out to open the door, it swung open on its own, and revealed a tousled Hermione, with tendrils of hair escaping a messy braid and cheeks still flushed from sleep. A beautiful sight, Ron decided. His eyes were wandering over her and he was drinking in her appearance, noticing how her pajama bottoms were hanging quite low on her hips and the shirt has ridden up, because one arm was lifted over her head, trying to recapture some of the loose tendrils into the braid, exposing the creamy skin around her midriff. The cool morning air had caused her nipples to harden, and he was perfectly able to discern their contours through the thin material of her sleeping wear. And, at last, he noticed how her face had lit up upon seeing him.
Ron decided that he would be the luckiest man alive, should he be greeted by such a sight every morning.
A/N: Kudos to larileefor reading through it. I even manage to make mistakes in such a short text.