Chapter 4:The Next Morning
Ron's POV
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Near dawn, Ron opened his eyes. Where am I? He opened his eyes. Ginny's room? He looked around and saw Ginny was nowhere to be seen. He looked next to him and saw Hermione. Hermione? The memories of last night came to him, but some parts were hazy. He put his hand through his hair and closed his eyes. I don't want to ever move again. "I wish I could stay like this forever, Hermione." Hermione smiled in her sleep. Did she hear me? He blushed.
He looked around the room again, still half-asleep. The ice pack was dangling off the edge of the bed, which was messy. He looked at Hermione, who was still asleep. She looks like an angel from here...Her hair was messy and frizzier than usual(probably from the pillow or Ron's hand).She was wearing her pajamas, and her shirt was riding up. Dont look. Dont look. Dont look.
Ron looked at himself. He was wearing sweatpants and an undershirt. Still drowsy, he hugged Hermione to him, and fell asleep again.
Around 7 in the morning, Hermione woke up. She groaned, and opened her eyes. Im in Ginny's room, but something's just not the same. She looked next to her, and saw Ron instead of Ginny. Ron? What's he doing here? She remembered some of the stuff from last night, but not everything. She looked at him, and smiled. He looks so cute right now...His hair was messy, he was grinning,and his hand was on her waist.
She snuggled up to him, and put her arm around him. She yawned, still sleepy. Im going to sleep some more. I dont want to ruin the moment. I want to stay like this forever. She closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.
The rays of the sun woke up Ron. He groaned, not wanting to wake up. He cursed and said, "Im up, Im up, stupid sun. Have to wake me up for no good reason. I had the best night ever." Even though I can't remember some things...
He opened his eyes, and surveyed the scene. Him and Hermione were hugging each other. WHOA. When did that happen? Hermione was still asleep. He pulled her arm away from his waist, and hair. He moved his arm from her waist, and neck. He got up from the bed, still half-asleep. He touched his head and saw that there was no bruise or bump. Hermione must have fixed it. She's so clever. He was about to leave the room, when he heard a sigh and turned around.
"Hermione? You awake?" He sat up next to her on the bed. She opened her eyes, and looked at him. "Yeah, I guess," she said mournfully. "Im never fully awake until I drink some coffee." "Yeah, me too," Ron said, smiling. Hermione and Ron got up from the bed, and opened the door. Im still so tired...
They entered the kitchen together, holding hands, half-asleep. They yawned and sat down next to each other at the table. Ron scanned the table. Dad's probably at work already. Ginny and Harry were sitting next to each other, and across from Ron and Hermione.
"Good mornin, Ron. Good mornin Hermione," Ginny said, smiling. "Mornin, Ginny," they replied, mumbling. Ron put his head down on the table and closed his eyes. Hermione made her coffee, leaned back into her chair, and closed her eyes.
Mrs. Weasley came in and put more food on the table. "Good morning, you 2 sleepy-heads. I was about to ask Ginny to come get you two for breakfast. It's 12:30 in the afternoon. You must have had some night. How late did you stay up?"
Ron opened his eyes. "I can't remember anything. Except that I went into Hermione's room, and-" He blushed. They had talked about some private stuff, and he couldn't remember the rest. "-we talked," he said simply, still blushing.
"What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" Mrs. Weasley said, beaming. Hermione eyes still closed, said, "Um, well, I came down to see Ron. And I told him-" she blushed. "stuff, and then we went into my room, and talked. I cant remember anything else...I dont know why. I cant remember what we did next." Why can't we remember?
Harry(Ginny had told him what had happened),Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley smiled. Harry couldn't miss the opportunity to tease them. "Are you sure you can't remember? I heard you two were a little-he said it with emphasis-naughty." Ron and Hermione looked at each other confused as Harry grinned. What is Harry talking about?
"What?" Ron said, bewildered, "Are you talking about?" Harry and Ginny gave each other a look, and grinned. He licked his lips and said, "You know perfectly well what I mean. You both slept in the same bed. You can't remember what happened. You were up late. You woke up late." What the-
Ron and Hermione both stood up at the same time. Hermione yelled shrilly,"Harry James Potter, are you implying that-that-that we SLEPT together? I mean not just sleeping in the same bed, but-YOU KNOW-stuff? That's absolutely outrageous!" She pulled down her shirt, and had blushed the deepest red Ron had ever seen her. That's a new shade of red invented in the world.
"Yeah, Harry, mate, what are you talking ABOUT? I mean me and Hermione wouldn't do-that!" He yelled and his face flushed to the roots of his hair. He's just messing with us. Right?
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and got closer and closer to each other. "Is that why we can't remember anything? Beca-because we DID? RON?" Hermione's eyes were sparkling, looking for reassurance.
All he could stammer out was, "BLOODY HELL!" He knocked over the chair. "WE DID!" They were an inch away from each other's face. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WE DID WE DID WE DID WE DID AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" They yelled simultaneously. Please-no. No. No. No. We can't have done it. We can't. Just can't. But we-DID. At least it was to Hermione-another voice in Ron's head said. Shut up-Ron thought.
They ran upstairs to Ginny's room and slammed open the door. The blankets were on the floor, and the sheets were messy. "HOW DID WE NOT SEE THIS SOONER?" Hermione yelled. "I don't bloody know!" he yelled back. They looked at each other's faces and screamed again. They began to run around in circles, screaming their heads off.
Another thought came into Ron's head and he blurted out, "Was I good?" Hermione came over to him, and slapped him. "RON! YOU IGNORANT JERK!" "What?" He said stupidly. Why did I blurt that out? Now she'll hate me even more than she already does. Great. Just great.
He came out the door, and saw Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Harry laughing like idiots. "Ron. Hermione. Come downstairs. I need to tell you something," Mrs. Weasley said, wiping tears away from her eyes. They went down the stairs. (Ron & Hermione rather forcibly)Can things get any worse?
They sat down at the table, and Mrs. Weasley took something out of her pocket. "Nothing happened between you two," she said calmly. Ron screamed, "HOW DO-HOW WOULD-HOW COULD YOU KNOW?" Ginny said, "Ill explain it to them, mum. Ok, guys. Relax. Breathe in, breathe out," she laughed. "Mum got up and saw Ron wasn't in his bed. She looked everywhere, and he was nowhere to be found. He came to my room, and saw you guys asleep. It was around 1. You guys don't remember anything because after you talked, you probably fell asleep." She smiled at their crimson faces. Thank you, God.
Ron bellowed, "Harry, mate, what do you think you're playing at? You nearly drove me and Hermione nuts. We were about to faint on the spot!" Hermione merely nodded, out of breath. Harry laughed. "I couldn't miss the opportunity to play with your minds, guys. Sorry." Im going to get him back. What he did wasn't right.
Mrs. Weasley showed them what was in her hand. "YOU TOOK PICTURES?" Ron and Hermione grew even redder, if that was possible. Mums gone off her rocker! "I couldn't NOT take the picture. You two looked so CUTE. So PEACEFUL. Things should be like that between you two more often. I made 3 copies. One for me, and one for each of you," Mrs. Weasley said, grinning fully, handing them their copies. Fred and George better not see this, or Ill be laughed at my whole life. "Mum, PLEASE don't show Fred or George these pictures," Ron begged.
There was a crack and (guess who?) appeared. "We thought we heard someone calling our names," Fred and George explained. "Speak of the devil," Ron said, grimacing. "What are you 2 doing here?" George helped himself to a piece of toast. "Mum's breakfast."
Ron and Hermione rushed to put away their pictures, but there was nowhere to put it. Ron lifted his shirt and put the picture under it, barely glancing at it. Hermione turned away from everyone and put the picture under her shirt, too. They glanced at each other, exchanging looks.
"Err-sorry, got to go," Hermione began. "Um, CHANGE..yeah, bye," Ron finished. They ran up into Ginny's room and closed the door, locking it. Good excuse. For now.
They sat down next to each other on the bed, and waited for the explosion downstairs. There was a crack and Fred, followed by George appeared into the room. Forgot they could come in by apparating. Fred was holding something in his hand, and indicated it. "Saw your little photo shoot, you two," Fred said. "You looked ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE. Should cozy up again some other time. IM saving this picture for the cover of our Christmas cards," George said. "We should get to work on making them now, they have to be perfect," Fred said. With a crack, they apparated out of the room.
Ron and Hermione groaned. Ron pulled the back of his shirt onto his head. Well, things just got worse, didn't they? I hope they were joking about the Christmas cards. You never know with Fred and George.
Ron's voice came out muffled from behind the shirt. "Im burning this picture as soon as I can. The sooner, the better." "Me, too," Hermione said.
Neither of them did.