Ginny awoke the next morning in the same position she'd fallen asleep in, right flush on top of Draco. Only, there was no cool breeze, the stars had vanished, and her right arm was the definition of numb. She couldn't move it at all. Now, she'd pretended not to be able to move body parts when it came down to getting out of classes for it, but this time she actually could not move her arm. It was because one of Draco's arms was on top of it.
Ginny pushed herself up with her left arm so that she could see Draco. He was sound asleep with his mouth open, snoring slightly.
"Draco," she whispered.
No response.
"Draco," she said, a little more loudly.
Nothing.
"DRACO!" she shouted, right in his face.
He jerked bolt upright, bonking his nose forcefully against Ginny's forehead. He clasped his hands in front of his nose, trying to keep his eyes from watering. Ginny fell backwards off of him and landed flat on her back, all the air knocked out of her, while covering her throbbing forehead with her left hand, her right lying useless next to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Gin!" Draco said from behind his hands.
Ginny was dazed, as that had all happened in the span of a second and she hit her head.
"'S okay," she mumbled, trying to bring herself into a sitting position without the use of her right arm.
"Here," Draco said, pulling Ginny to her feet.
Draco gasped when he saw Ginny's right arm, flopping idly against her side.
"What's wrong with your arm?" he asked, "It's not broken is it?"
"No, it's just numb," she assured him
"We may have to cut it off," teased Draco with a smile.
Ginny laughed and, with her left hand, slid open the glass door and stepped into the house. It was nice and cool inside, the air-conditioning meeting them with a whoosh while the door was open.
"Ugh. I'm all sweaty now. I'll have to take another shower," Ginny realized, and went to get a set of clothes from their room. "Well, you know where I'll be, then."
She went downstairs to her private bathroom, set her fresh clothes on the counter, and stripped down while the water warmed up. When the temperature was nice, she hopped in and began the automatic routine of showering. Just after she shampooed, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Gin? It's Draco. Do you have my medicine in there?" he asked, and Ginny remembered that he had put it in their mutual toiletry bag, which was lying on the counter.
"Oh, yeah, it's in here," Ginny said, but she didn't want to get out of the shower when she only had conditioning left to do. "The door's unlocked, you can come in and get it."
Draco tentatively opened the door and immediately spotted the lovely purple thing that Ginny kept her medicines and… other stuff… in. He went straight for it. As he got his medicine out of it, he glanced at the shower curtain but, to his disappointment, all he could see was a blurry stick behind the curtain.
"Do you know what we're doing today?" he asked conversationally.
"Er… maybe going to a waterfall or something. You'd have to ask Harry." Ginny said while rinsing the conditioner from her hair. She bent over and turned the water off.
"Draco, be a dear and hand me a towel, would you?" she asked.
"Get it yourself – I promise I won't look," he said, but it was more of a promise that he would look and Ginny laughed and stuck her head out the side of the curtain.
She pointed at the towel rack commandingly. Draco handed her a towel and snickered evilly. Ginny brought the towel behind the curtain and wrapped herself securely in it before pushing aside the curtain and stepping out of the bathtub. She wiped the mirror free of fog and Draco sat on the edge of the counter while Ginny began to brush her hair.
"I wonder where everyone else ended up sleeping last night," Ginny thought aloud.
"They all wandered up to their rooms after a while," Draco said, "Except Luna. I don't know where she ended up."
Draco and Ginny exchanged a look, both thinking "Blaise."
Ginny kicked Draco out of the bathroom while she put her clothes on and after she was dressed, they went down into the first-floor sitting room to see who was up and what was happening.
In the dining room, there were far too many chairs pushed up to a round table and everyone but Ron was present, stuffing their faces with the most delicious-looking pancakes Ginny had seen apart from her mother's. Draco's stomach gave an unruly growl. Just then, Ron marched up to the two of them.
"I've cooked us all pancakes!" he declared proudly.
"How – er – manly of you!" Draco said with a nervous smile.
"Are you saying I'm not manly?" Ron asked Draco, and then rounded on Ginny, "Is he saying I'm not manly?"
"Er –" Ginny began uncertainly, but she was saved by Hermione.
"Ron, would you help me with these plates?" she asked, attempting to balance a stack of plates and failing miserably.
Ron rushed over to help her, taking the plates from her. She reached for the remaining empty plates and ushered Ron in front of her into the kitchen.
"Hermione, do you think I'm manly?" Ron asked her.
"Of course I think you're manly, Ron," she said, taking his stack of plates and setting them in the muggle dishwasher.
"Really?" he said with a hopeful smile.
"Yes, Ron, now could you do me a favor and take this sponge and wipe all the syrup off the table?" she said, brandishing a sponge at him. He stared at the sponge.
"Wiping tables isn't manly," he said pleadingly.
"Neither is getting your arse beaten by your girlfriend!" Hermione threatened.
He took the sponge and sulked out into the dining hall.
"I saved you two some pancakes," Hermione said to Ginny and Draco, who followed her into the kitchen, "They're actually quite good."
They dug into the remaining pancakes and by the time they were finished, they managed to eat all ten of them. They washed the sticky syrup off of their hands in the sink and went to join the others in the sitting room.
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After the two-hour, uphill hike to the waterfall, the short swim they had there, and the two-hour hike back with sweat dripping into eyes, between breasts, and between toes, Ginny thought she fairly deserved to rest. And rest she did. Both her and Hermione were asleep on the sleeping Cho in the middle seat of the beat-up van Harry had managed to scrounge for their use during the summer. In the back seat, Ron and Blaise were sleeping with their faces pressed against their windows, and Harry was driving (of course) and Draco was trying to make sense of a map and keep track of where they were in the dark, overcast night.
The interior light flicked on.
"Ah, we're on this one right now, right?" said Draco, pointing to a road on the map.
Harry leaned over to see it.
"I think so," he said, not really sure what Draco had been pointing at, then he spotted something familiar. "Hang on, I know where we are. Everybody wake up! We're almost there!"
The people behind Harry and Draco groaned unwillingly into wakefulness. As they pulled up into the garage, Ron spotted something through his window.
"Harry, what's that?" he asked, eyeing what looked like some kind of tube wrapped in plastic.
"It's the newspaper," Harry said with a glance.
"The Daily Profit, here?" Ron said, amazed.
"No, Ronald, it's the muggle newspaper." Hermione said while sliding open the side door to the van.
"Muggles have news?" he said, hopping out after Ginny.
Ginny went over to it and picked it up, looking at it curiously in the little light that the streetlamps provided.
"LEMME SEE IT!" Ron shouted, tackling Ginny into the grass and wrestling her for it.
Ginny was giggling uncontrollably because Ron decided to use her ticklishness against her while every one else paraded into the house.
"Ron, you have to stop thinking that muggles are incompetent fools and don't have things like news," Hermione was saying to Ron as they entered their room.
"Okay, so muggles have news. That doesn't mean they're the brightest wands in the store," Ron tried to explain.
"My parents are muggles, Ron!" Hermione shouted, "Are you saying my parents are bloody idiots?"
"No, Hermione," Ron tried again, "Your parents don't count!"
"AAAARGH," Hermione yelled, "OUT! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
"YOUR ROOM!" Ron squealed, "THIS IS OUR ROOM!"
"NOT TONIGHT!" Hermione said, pushing him out the door.
"BUT –" and she slammed the door in his face.
Ron turned around to see Ginny and Draco peering out of their room, and down the hall, on the other side of Luna's sitting room, were Harry and Cho, frozen in their tracks. Luna was peering down the hallway at him as well.
"What?" he demanded.
They all withdrew into their rooms and closed their doors behind them.
"Hermione, can I at least have a pillow?" Ron said hopefully to the door.
The door jerked open and a pillow was shoved into his face.
"Er, thanks," he said, still to the door, "I'll be going now, I guess."
He started off down the hallway in hopes that Hermione would stop him, but she didn't. Luna looked up at him from the film-screen as he passed.
"Hello, Luna," he said.
Luna just looked back at the screen. Ron hung his head as dragged his feet as he walked down the stairs. No one was in the first-floor sitting room, and he made himself as comfortable as possible with just his one pillow. It was going to be a long night without Hermione, he decided.
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Awww, poor Ron. I can just imagine him trying to fall asleep without his precious Hermione. It makes me sad , but it's also really, really funny in its own way. Probably because it's so obvious that Hermione wears the pants in the relationship.