A/N: Here. I'm redeeming myself from that depressing previous drabble ;-) You get a bit of fluff from Ron's POV.
3. Bed
It's Sunday morning and he is waking up.
As soon as he hears the heavy rain outside the window, he decides he needs to go back to sleep immediately and turns around groggily to wrap his arms around Hermione.
But her space is empty, the sheets still slightly warm. That wakes him up immediately.
He finds her in the kitchen, sipping her morning coffee and reading the Daily Prophet. She's wrapped in one of his old Christmas jumper - too small for him but perfect for her - and barely anything else. He takes in her bare legs, her right foot tapping the floor softly, and her modest blue striped cotton underwear peeking out from underneath his jumper. Her hair is wild and messy, just how he likes it.
He grins.
He knows exactly where he wants to spend this rainy day with her.
