"Ron! Wake up!" Hermione said sharply, whacking her boyfriend soundly with her shoe.
"What is it, 'Mione?"
"We said that we would meet Harry and Remus at the Leaky Caldron at ten sharp. It's nine forty and you're still not up." Hermione cried
"When did you tell me this?" he asked, pulling a pillow over his head.
"Yesterday, right before you got hit with a bludger." she replied sensibly, like getting hit with a bludger was an ordinary thing.
"Fine, Hermione, Fine. Let me get a shower and I'll be ready."
"Hurry up."
"You know you look nice today." Ron said, appraising Hermione's rather nicely fitted lavender sundress.
"Oh, you." she said, swatting him out of the room.
At Remus and Harry's
"Remus." Harry whispered to the sleeping man next to him, "Time to get up."
"Just a few more minutes." Remus said softly, turning over toward the wall.
"Come on. We're meeting Ron and Hermione in an hour. And you still haven't had a bath since I scrougified you."
"I know." he replied groggily, "Harry!" he cried.
"Yes?" he raised one eyebrow in a Malfoy-esque fashion
"Gods. I'm in your bed. We didn't do anything, did we?" he cried, sitting up suddenly.
"Remus! Don't you remember me having a nightmare and you coming and me getting the door?"
"The nightmare, yes."
"And Charlotte was at the door and I came back up and you were dead on my bed."
"I remember the door now. Why was Charlotte at there?" Remus asked, lying back down next to Harry.
"She heard yelling. I told her it was a man thing and shut the door in her face." Harry laughed, snuggling down into the comforter again.
"Oh, Harry, we really do have to go."
"I know. And that's the awful part."
"Let's go." Remus said, rolling Harry off of the bed.
"Oh, Remus, come on!" he said, as he hit the hard wood with a thump.
"Are you ok?" came the laughing reply to the thump.
"I think I've broken my arse." Harry laughed too, slowly getting up from the floor, "Oh, man, It's nine fifty, not eight fifty. We'd better hurry."
"All right, all right." Remus said, hurrying down the steps.
In four minutes, Harry was down the stairs and on the porch having an early morning cigarette. He stretched his arms a bit in the sunlight and cracked his neck. He was wearing a simple black robe with silver accents that sparkled in the sundlihg. His black pants were over a pair of black boots with a dark green shirt that was open at the neck. He was wearing the pendant Hermione had given him. Remus was out several minutes behind him, wearing a dark blue robe with beige pants, a brown shirt and brown shoes.
"You look good, Harry." Remus said, his grey eyes flicking over his lithe body.
"So do you."
"I'll race you to apparate there." Harry said quickly, waving his wand to apparate.
"No fair." Remus said to thin air. With that, he too waved his wand and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, "Not fair."
"I think it's fair." Harry said, grinning at the older man.
"Harry, Remus, there you are!" Hermione cried, making her way over to the men, Ron in tow.
"Oh, you look lovely, Hermione." Remus said, kissing her cheek.
"Yeah, 'Mione. You do." Harry said, kissing the other cheek.
"This is just something I whipped up." she gestured to her purple cloak and lavender summer dress with black sandals.
"Well, whatever it was, it took her at least a decade to get ready." Ron said, looking irritable and sleepy.
"Good to see you, mate." Harry said, clapping Ron on the shoulder.
"Yeah, Harry." he said, still being terse.
"He's still denying your sexuality, I see." Hermione said loudly into Harry's ear.
"Well, what would you like to do today?" Remus asked after the two were finished laughing.
"Don't you have to pick out your books for DADA?" Hermione asked, tilting her head to the side, letting her waist length curls slide over her shoulders.
"Oh, yes. I forgot about that. Let's get to Flourish and Blott's so that I can make that quick."
"I would love to help you." she said, "And Harry and Ron can go to Quality Quidditch Supplies. I think he has some news for Harry."
"Do you?" Harry asked, looking excited.
"Yeah. I'll tell you later." Ron did crack a smile then.
"All right. That settles it. Back here in half an hours time?" Hermione said, taking Remus' arm and leading him out of the Leaky Caldron.
"So what is it, Ron?"
"Nothing." he mumbled.
"I'm getting sick of all this. Just because you don't like that I don't like women doesn't mean that I'm not still Harry. And trust me. You are not my type." Harry said briskly.
"But, Harry, I spent years sleeping beside you. You have to understand that I think it's a little icky." Ron said, letting out a long breath.
"Icky, Ron? We're not third years anymore. It's just a thing. It's not good or bad, it's just a thing."
"And I'm not your type?"
"No, way too straight." Harry smirked
"Ok, ok. I get it. I'll try to straighten up, mate."
"Good! It's about time! Now what is this news?"
"Oh, yes. I'm going to ask Hermione to marry me."
"Then how did she know this good news?"
"Oh, yeah. That good news. You're looking at the newest reserve keeper for the Chudley Cannons."
