AN: Smutty Saturday is back for one weekend only. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I definitely did writing it. Loads of love, as always, goes to my betas. Don't forget to drop me a review if you're liking this story.

We finally find out who Hermione's favourite Weasley is, and things get heated quickly between our two lovebirds.

"It's you. You're my favourite Weasley."

The two simple sentences vibrate against Ron's lips, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his lower stomach. His cock hardens in an instant reaction. He's never been anyone's favourite before, not even with his mum, although he's pretty sure he's Hugo's second favourite, at least.

Hermione's confession provides the permission Ron has been desperate for all night. He stares at her for a moment longer, drinking in the beautiful way her face turns up to stare at him. He can no longer resist her, and all his worries about crossing a line with Hugo's teacher fly out of the window as he nudges his head towards hers to close the final few millimetres.

Ron touches his mouth against Hermione's, keeping their first kiss slow so that he can savour it. He's delighted to discover that her lips are as warm and as soft as he's imagined them to be. She returns the peck with a smile, her lower lip sliding against his. He captures it just as a pair of trembling hands take hold of his hips, her light grip telling him that this is okay, that she wants it just as much as he does.

Pressing himself closer to her, Ron allows himself to get lost in the sensation.

Growing more confident, he opens his mouth, grazing his tongue along the outline of hers. Hermione opens up with a small moan, the sound of it charging through him like lightning. She tastes of the chocolate tart she ate for dinner, combined with the wine they've just been drinking.

When they finally part, Ron lets out a shivering breath. His eyes flit open so he can take in how beautiful she looks. Their gaze meets, and a dreamy look passes over her face.

"That was even better than I imagined it." A nervous laugh escapes his mouth, tingling his already kiss-bruised lips.

"Yeah? I've wanted to do that all week," she admits, her words coming in ragged breaths.

His heart leaps into his mouth, and Ron has difficulties swallowing it back down. He's giddy again, although he's not sure if that's the power of her kisses or just hearing her confirm what he already suspected.

"Really?" he finally manages to spit out.

"Yes, really. With every text message you've sent. Is that wrong of me?"

Ron shakes his head. "Not at all. I… I'm really attracted to you, Hermione."

"Attracted to me? Are you a regency earl? Are you going to ask to court me, too?"

"Now who's making jokes when I'm trying to be all serious?"

Hermione buries her laugh against his neck. Once she's calmed down, the moment heats up again as she nips against his collarbone. She continues, stretching up on tiptoes so she can kiss, lick and suck her way up the column of his neck. Ron responds by sliding one of his hands against her head to guide her kisses around his skin. He's keen to show her all the places he loves to be touched. Hermione hits a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting a low growl from his lips. Fuelled by his reaction, she works at the area, the burn of his skin letting him know that there'll be a sizeable bruise there in the morning. His spare hand traces the line of her spine, finally resting in the dip at the small of her back.

"Hermione?"

She doesn't lift her head as she responds, "Mmmmm?"

"We need to move somewhere more comfortable. As much as I'm enjoying this, I don't want it to continue in Hugo's bedroom."

Ron laces their fingers together, smiling as his large hand swallows up her much tinier one. Nodding in acknowledgement of his statement, Hermione glances up at him from under her long eyelashes, cheeks colouring with the implication of her next question.

"What about your bedroom, then?"

Bloody hell. His eyes widen at how brazen she's being. "Are you sure?"

"More than anything."

Giving her arm a soft tug, Ron pulls Hermione out of Hugo's room and across the hallway. His fingers fumble for the doorknob as he drops his head to seek out her lips once more, abandoning his attempts to let them into his room as her intoxicating presence distracts him.

Their second kiss is even hungrier as a week's load of tension is unleashed. Ron has wanted to kiss Hermione since that first night, whilst they were out in the garden, and here they are, finally. And he isn't planning on stopping any time soon.

A moan reminds him of his mission, and as their tongues intertwine, he finally locates the handle and pushes the door open with such ferocity, it bangs back against the wall, taking a little bit of plaster with it.

"Well, I don't think I'll ever fix that hole." He smirks down at her. The dent will serve as a beautiful reminder of what is happening.

As soon as they're inside the room, her hands are on him, running over the material of his top as her lips attack him once more. Ron is lust-drunk on the pretty brunette in his arms, and he doesn't need to think twice as he pulls her forwards, tumbling to the bed with her. He responds to her heated snog in earnest as Hermione climbs onto his lap and her legs knot around his waist.

He's so hard now, he feels like he may explode, and their position makes it difficult for him to hide the fact that his cock is straining against the soft material of his joggers, although Ron's not even sure he wants to. Especially as Hermione's skirt has ridden up enough to expose the heat radiating from her centre.

Still, he's a gentleman, and his parents brought him up to respect women, and he likes to take things slow.

"Hermione," he moans against her lips. "We need to stop before we get too carried away."

His mouth betrays his words as he falls into another passionate kiss with her.

"What if I want to get carried away?" Hermione pushes his face away from hers, her chest heaving as she fights to catch her breath. Her hair is wild and unruly, escaping from its tight ponytail and exploding in tight corkscrew curls, intensifying his passion.

"We've only just met," he reasons in return, placing both hands on her hips under the material of her dress, fighting the urge to push them further over her cotton-clad behind. He wants nothing more for them to go all the way tonight, but also, he doesn't want to force Hermione and scare her away. She is proper, and he wants more than just a one-night-stand from her.

"Yet, I feel like I've known you forever." She holds his gaze, her warm chocolate-brown eyes giving him a small amount of comfort.

"I guess I just don't want you to think I only told you my dark and devastating history to get you into bed."

"Oh, Ron." Hermione lets out a soft sigh and reaches up to push his hair off his forehead. Even the slightest graze of her fingers sets a blazing trail over his skin. There's already a light sheen of sweat there, something that used to turn his ex off, but Hermione doesn't flinch. "I wouldn't think that of you. Isn't this enough to show you what I want?"

She gestures to how they're still sitting, entwined together. To emphasise her point, she pushes her hips against his. Moans escape from both of their mouths at the delicious friction her action creates.

Ron doesn't think he's ever been this close to anyone before.

Hermione continues, unashamed of the words that fall out of her mouth. "I want you, Ron. All of you. Even your messy past."

She leans forward, and Ron holds her gaze until their noses touch, forcing him to go cross-eyed so he can still watch her. As soon as she covers his mouth with hers, his eyelids flutter shut so he can focus on the other sensations she's giving him.

He's startled by the intensity of their third kiss, but he responds immediately to her with his own need for the wonderful girl writhing against him. Their lips part as Ron winds his arms back around her waist, drawing her even closer still. She's so soft, so willing and accepting of him, and for once in his life, he is the most deserving person in the world. For so long, he has focused on only Hugo's needs, but it's time he starts putting himself first, even if it's only for one night.

It doesn't take long for Hermione's hands to finger the hem of his t-shirt as if asking permission to move this forward. Ron accepts her question, lifting his hands in the air and taking over in removing the offending material when she can no longer reach. He drops it to the floor unceremoniously.

Leaning back against his arms to give her a better view, Hermione's eyes drink in his chest, following her fingers as she traces the myriad of scars that lace across his skin. They all have a story, and Ron can't wait to get the chance to tell her about them.

But not tonight.

He pushes her back to him as his fingers snake back under the hemline of her dress.

"Take it off," she whispers, holding her arms up in the air in a mirror of his earlier action.

He starts to push the floral challis up, taking his time to explore the soft feel of her skin as he reveals it. Her dress moves higher, and he starts to kiss against her body, wanting to shower her in praise and adoration. She is perfect to him, and he wants to be sure that she feels that way too. The dress comes over her head, and Ron adds it to the pile of abandoned clothing on the floor near the bed.

Without prompting, Hermione reaches back and unclasps her bra. She shrugs out of it, holding it up with a smirk before letting it drop from between her fingers.

"Jesus Christ, Hermione."

A loud groan escapes his lips as she leans back enough to give him access to her chest. The action causes her hips to press against his again. He might die from the pleasure she's already showing him, and they're not even wholly naked yet. He wants nothing more than to explore her body, to learn every line and curve of it, but for now, he needs to quell his unbearable longing for her before it drives him completely mental.

He places both hands on her backside and eases her off his lap, pressing her down into the duvet. He stands up long enough to remove his sweats, boxers and socks, laughing as she gets rid of her knickers too. It's amazing how in tune they are; they know what the other wants without opening their mouths, which is great because there are a hundred better things they could be doing with their lips.

Climbing back onto the bed, Ron settles on his knees between her legs. She's breathtaking, unabashedly exposed to him, yet she doesn't flinch as his hungry eyes devour her body. A plume of heat surrounds her, making his breath grow more shallow, and his cock hardens in a way he's only experienced a handful of times before.

"You okay?" Her words expel in one long breath.

"I just need to make sure. One more time. Consent is really important to me."

She smiles, sitting up enough to slide one hand to the back of his neck, anchoring herself to him. "Thank you, Ron. I've never met anyone as kind and considerate as you."

"Pathetic, right? Shouldn't I be rough, sexy and demanding?"

"Oh, you are so sexy. This is perfect. I need you, Ron, and I don't want to hear you ask again. You have me, completely."

"I need you too." He kisses her softly before pulling away for one final time. "Just one second."

He leaves her long enough to root in the back of his bedside table. For a moment, he can't find the item they need to continue their coupling. He's gotten so good at hiding things from Hugo. But finally, his hands fall on the condoms, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

Ron removes one from the box, then throws the cardboard aside before climbing over Hermione and finally giving in to his lust.

⁂

The sun comes streaming through the windows, hitting Ron's face and reminding him that he forgot to close the curtains last night before going to bed. He mumbles his complaint against the duvet, refusing to open his eyes or get out of his lovely cocoon to deal with it, so instead, he squeezes his eyes tighter together and buries his head further into the pillow.

Next to him, a warm weight stirs, forcing him to roll his eyes. Hugo must have crept in at some point during the night. Not that Ron minds; the kid is a good cuddler, and sometimes, Ron misses waking up next to someone.

He wonders if that's healthy, relying on his adopted kid to give him comfort when he really should try to be an adult and get himself a date.

A snuffle disturbs the peace, followed by a happy sounding sigh. The noise sends a flood of memories from the night before washing through his brain. Now that he's growing more conscious, Ron is aware that there's a tinge of sex in the air, and the sheets smell musty and, surprisingly, flowery.

His cock stirs as he starts to remember everything that happened throughout the evening; the confession of his history with Hugo, admittance of feelings towards a particular brunette, all the sex.

It's not Hugo lying in bed next to him.

With a loud yawn and a long stretch, Ron rolls towards the warm body. An involuntary moan escapes his lips as he wraps his arms around it and pulls her into a tight cuddle. He nuzzles his good morning against her skin.

"Good morning to you too, handsome." Hermione gives him a sleepy smile then rubs her nose against his. "How did we end up here?"

Ron finally opens his eyes and peers at her. Reaching up, he pushes a curl out of her face so he can see her better. "Well, Miss Granger. When two people drink a bit of wine, then admit that they fancy the pants off each other, certain things start to happen—"

"Shut up!" She slaps him hard on his bare arm with a laugh. "You could say a lot of things happened last night."

"Do you regret them?" He continues to stroke her hair.

"No, not at all."

"Me neither." Ron steals a quick peck from her. "You know, I spilled my guts out last night about my past and my different relationship with Hugo, but you've stayed quiet."

"Last night was all about you. I didn't want to butt in about my life. What do you want to know?" A small smile plays on her lips.

He shrugs. "Who is Hermione Granger?

Her lips draw together in a thin line, and he can see the cogs in her mind working hard behind her deep brown eyes, making him worry that asking about her is just a step too far. It's as if she's calculating what is safe to tell him and what she should leave out. He wants to reassure her that whatever she says won't affect how he feels about her, but for now, he stays quiet. He doesn't want her to clam up completely.

Letting out a deep sigh, Hermione rolls out of his arms and onto her back, pulling the duvet up to tuck it under her armpits, denying Ron of the beautiful view of her body. She pushes her hair off her face.

"Hermione Granger is a thirty-five-year-old woman who likes to have a plan and hates it when those plans go awry, as they so often do. She's boring and a little bit rigid, although she has been known to break the rules if the reason is right.

"She has never found someone who just accepts her as she is. Well, until she met you, of course."

Hermione is talking in riddles. What has happened that is so bad that she feels she has to hide her true intentions? Ron gives her a moment to catch her breath, using the pause to turn her words over in his mind. He likes to think strategically, although he isn't always that great and finding the meaning between the lines. Whatever it is, he's desperate to learn more about her, and he's positive whatever she says won't change how much he fancies her.

"What do you mean, 'accepts you as you are'?" Ron gasps, then props his head upon his elbow so that he can watch her better. "Did you murder someone? Is that why you left London?"

"No!" Hermione laughs. "I'm not a monster, at least, I don't think I am. Other men have called me hard work." She covers her face with her hands, letting out a groan. It's clear this conversation is making her feel uncomfortable, so he chooses not to push her. "I shouldn't even be telling you this. I'm going to scare you off before we've even begun!

"A lot of men run a mile, and you'll probably do the same once you get to know me properly."

Heart pounding, Ron shakes his head, incredulous over the change in the feisty woman he couldn't get enough of last night to the more timid girl lying next to him. Not that her confession makes him think any less of her. What kind of man would treat a girl this way? To make her feel that she's hard work and undeserving of a relationship?

Ron makes a mental note that he will try his hardest to fix that and let her know how perfect he thinks she is.

"It's a good job that whatever is going on here is not a typical relationship. I mean, we're lying here together butt naked in my bed after only texting for a week! And just so you know, I don't do one night stands or flings. For me, sex is for people who mean something to me. Before last night, there was… well, there was my ex, but that was it."

"Really? I would have thought women were throwing themselves at you."

"And I would have thought men were throwing themselves at you. But I'm not ashamed of my history."

"And it's the same for me. I'm just… some people call me too much. I was always the kid asking questions in class." She raises her eyebrows as Ron suppresses a laugh. "Shut up! When I tried to make friends, kids my age just called me bossy. I'm an only child, and my parents treated me like a mini-adult, making it difficult to relate to my classmates. Even when I got to high school, I only really had two friends, and I don't see them anymore. It's an overwhelming theme in my life."

He searches her face for signs of the Hermione she's describing. It's not what he's seen yet, although he's aware that they've only known each other for a week. Of course, he knows that people change throughout a relationship—his ex is a testament to that—but he's a firm believer in giving people a chance.

Sliding over so that half of his body covers hers, Ron rests his arms on either side of her head and lowers his lips to kiss her. It's slow and unassuming, but he wants to clarify that things haven't changed between them despite her confession.

His voice is low and husky when he speaks again. "Can you do me a favour?"

"What's that?" She gazes up at him.

"Will you give me a chance to learn about you myself and make my own decision about whether I think you're too much?"

"Does that mean this sort of thing will happen again?"

"What? Me waking up to a beautiful, naked woman in my bed? I hope so."

Ron is about to move in for a hungrier kiss when his stomach lets out a loud growl. With a laugh, he flops back onto the bed next to Hermione.

"Are you hungry?" She rolls towards him, scratching her fingernails against his stomach.

"Well, aren't you, considering the workout we had last night?" He raises his eyebrows at her.

"I'm fucking starving!"

The sound of a swear on Hermione's lips steals the air from Ron's lungs. It's the best thing in the world.

"Have you got the ingredients for pancakes in the house?" she continues, oblivious to the effect she has on him.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Brilliant! I make the best pancakes!"

Hermione gives him one last kiss before starting to slide out of bed. Ron's eyes drift down her body as it's revealed to him again. He licks his lips; he just can't get enough of her. Without asking for permission, she picks his t-shirt up from the floor and pulls it over her head. The bottom of it just grazes her mid-thigh, and an involuntary groan leaves his mouth.

It would be so easy to pull her back into bed and spend another few hours naked with her. In fact, Ron doesn't even think he'd bother removing the top. But then she slips her underwear back on, putting an end to his fantasy. He should probably get out of bed anyway and make himself decent.

But he's going to need a moment to calm down first.

"I'm going to need a few. Seeing you in my top is causing some undeniable problems."

Her eyes flit to the now prominent bulge under his sheets, a pink blush tinging her cheeks. Her sweet and innocent look is adorable, especially given how she was the complete opposite in bed last night.

"Okay, I'll see you in a moment."

"Maybe five," he calls as she leaves the room.

Ron's excitement starts to calm down as Hermione's footsteps disappear down the stairs. He starts to run through his plans for the weekend to help his body along. At some point this morning, he should go and pick Hugo up from Bill and Fleur's. Then, he might take him to the cinema or swimming or something. Ron doesn't feel like being shut up in the house all day, and there's no football on either. Tomorrow is the traditional Sunday lunch at his parents' house, where he has plans to see if anyone can babysit Hugo for a few hours at some point during the week so that Ron can ask Hermione out on a proper date.

His thoughts are interrupted as the front door slams, and the low voice of his brother fills the hallway. "Ron?"

The noise echoes up to Ron's room, and he sits upright in bed. "Fuck!"

He leaps to his feet, heart pounding as he pulls on last night's boxers and joggers in an attempt to get out of the room and down to his brother before they venture further into the house.

"I'm up here," he calls, but it's too late.

A high-pitched squeal lets him know that his eldest brother and their nephew find a scantily-clad Hermione in his kitchen.

Barely able to breathe, Ron races downstairs and into the kitchen. He would laugh at the scene in front of him, but he prefers his balls still attached to his body. Hermione is cowering against the furthest counter, trying her hardest to pull the t-shirt down towards her knees. Bill has his arms folded across his chest, his eyebrows raised so high that they're disappearing into his red ponytail. Hugo looks between all three adults with a delighted look on his face. He knows something is up.

Ron isn't sure what to say or who to apologise to first.

"I thought I was coming to pick Hugo up at ten?" he blurts out, skirting around Hugo and Bill to stand in front of Hermione in a vain attempt to protect her modesty.

"Yeah, I know. I did text you earlier, but this little guy was sick during the night and wanted to come home first thing. I used my key, just in case you were having a lie-in. I planned to chuck him into the house and send him up to bed with you."

A massive wave of guilt washes over Ron. Hugo was poorly whilst Ron was shacking up with his teacher. How could he be such an awful guardian? He didn't even know where his phone was, probably still on the sofa after last night, but he hadn't thought to check it last night or first thing this morning.

"Ahhh, mate, I'm so sorry." Ron crouches down to Hugo's level and runs his hand over his forehead. "You don't have a temperature."

"Honestly, it was probably all the running around and junk food they ate. We left Victoire in charge of them whilst Fleur and I went out, and it was chaos by the time we were home. Sorry." Bill grimaces at Ron, but he doesn't keep his brother's attention for long. His eyes flit to Hermione, who shrinks down behind Ron.

Ron isn't too keen on making introductions this morning. It's rude, but he needs to get Bill out of his kitchen as soon as possible. "Well, thanks for having him. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course." Bill nods then makes a swift exit, digging out his phone as he moves. Ron is sure his brother's fingers type away as he leaves, and he suspects there'll probably be something about Hermione's early morning presence in the family group chat within the next five minutes.

The whole thing pisses him off.

For once, he did something for himself, and it backfired. He wants the privacy to be able to date who he wants without his family getting involved. It's not like he wants to keep Hermione a secret, far from it, but he would rather nobody knew about them until he'd had a chance to discuss with her what they were. Perhaps in a few weeks, once he and Hermione'd had time to get to know each other properly.

He really didn't need Hugo to find out that Ron was having sleepovers with his favourite teacher this way. The kid isn't keen on change, evident by the tumultuous time he had adjusting to his dad's death, and Ron needs to protect him from any further disruptions for as long as he can.

"That's my teacher, Miss Granger," a small voice whispers.

"Yeah, I know, mate. Miss Granger was just visiting. Look, I need to have a quick chat with her, so why don't you go and dump your stuff upstairs, then switch the TV on. It looks like you and I have a day on the sofa ahead of us."

"Can Miss Granger stay, too?"

"No, buddy, not today."

Ron would like nothing more than to invite Hermione to hang out with them, but he knows he will have to set some strict boundaries if he wants this to work. Fortunately, she won't be Hugo's teacher for much longer.

Disappointed, Hugo turns on his heel and leaves the room. Every step he takes towards his bedroom is a hard, angry punctuation mark, showing Ron how unhappy Hugo is with the decision. And it makes Ron feel like shit. He lets out a heavy sigh; the day is fast going downhill.

Pushing his hand through his hair, he turns to face Hermione. Her face is still bright red, and she's still struggling to keep the t-shirt stretched to her knees.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I thought we had plenty of time before I had to go and pick him up. Bill is a bugger for doing shit like this, I should have thought, but I guess I was a little distracted."

Hermione's face softens a little. "It's not your fault."

"But I should have been keeping a closer eye on my phone."

Ron knows he's probably beating himself up a little too hard over this, but the situation is frustrating. It's hard to date someone when a small child relies on you, and it feels like he and Hermione have already failed at the first hurdle. He doesn't begrudge Hugo for the interruption—it wasn't his fault he was sick—but Ron wishes he had just one more hour with Hermione.

"I should probably go, Ron. Otherwise, you're going to get some awkward questions."

"Yeah, I guess." Resigned to their morning being over, Ron steps away from her.

"I'll just get changed and head out. You see to Hugo, yeah?" She places a hand on his arm, giving it a soft squeeze. Her lips turn down, and it's clear that she's disappointed about how things have ended. Just as it looks like she might lean in for one last kiss, the sound of Hugo thundering back downstairs forces them apart.

Hermione sighs and lets go of Ron before slipping upstairs as soon as Hugo plonks himself in front of the TV.

⁂

Ron settles on the sofa with Hugo, scratching at his beard as he contemplates everything that's happened in the last hour. Hugo looks like he might have a million questions about the situation he walked in on earlier, but a warning look from Ron shuts him up straight away.

Hermione has been away for no longer than five minutes, and he already misses her like crazy. It's mental that someone can just walk into your life and mess everything up like this, even after a week, but this is the effect she has on Ron. But he knows he has to tread carefully. There's more at risk than just Ron's heart.

Lighter footsteps on the stairs indicate that Hermione has come back down. Ron refuses to let her leave under an ominous cloud, and he's determined to salvage some remnant of an otherwise perfect night with her.

"I'm just going to go and say goodbye to Miss Granger, okay? You stay here." Ron kisses the top of Hugo's head before wandering out to the hallway. He catches Hermione just as she finishes fastening her sandals. "Hey…"

She doesn't turn around to look at him, too busy with gathering her things. "I ordered a taxi. It'll be here in a minute."

"Alright, I'll wait with you then." He steps towards her. He longs to reach out and take her hands, but he's pretty sure if he turns around, he'd see a flash of a tiny red-headed spy. "Listen, I'm sorry again about earlier."

"It's okay, I promise. This sort of thing is going to happen with Hugo around, right?" Her voice is calm, barely above a whisper, but Ron can hear every word.

"Yeah, I guess. It's going to be tough, but I'm determined to make it work. About last night…" he whispers back.

"Oh, do you regret it now? I mean, I understand. Hugo's appearance has reminded you about how awkward this could get. I am his teacher, at least for a few more weeks."

"No, wait. That's not what I meant, Hermione. I just wanted to tell you that I had a nice night. I wondered if you wanted to go on a real date with me if I can get a babysitter? I'd like to make a proper go of… this." Ron gestures hopelessly with his hands.

A coy smile appears on Hermione's face. "What is this?"

"Dating, a bit of romance. A lot more sex? Maybe even a real relationship, if you'll have me." Ron smiles back.

"I'd like that. I think I'm free all week after school, so just let me know. And of course, we have to get together to work on the stall, too."

"Yes, but we can work on the stall with Hugo. But when I say a date, I want it to be just me and you, okay?"

"That sounds perfect. Thank you, Ron, for last night and everything."

"You're welcome." His heart is pounding in his chest, and he wants nothing more than to steal a kiss from Hermione before she leaves, but a slight shuffle at the hallway door scares him off at the last minute. "Bloody kid," he mutters.

"Good luck with explaining everything to him. Let me know what you say so I can corroborate in school on Monday." Hermione gives him a longing look but gets distracted as the taxi beeps its horn outside.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later then."

"Bye, Ron."

He doesn't leave the doorstep until Hermione is inside the taxi and it's pulling away. He watches it disappear down the street then heads back into the house, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

As predicted, Hugo is peering around the doorframe, his eyes wide.

"Right, you monster. Do you feel well enough for pancakes?" He grins as Hugo nods enthusiastically. "Let me go and get a top on, and then Master Chef Ron will sort you out."

As he races upstairs, Ron figures it won't be so bad to spend a day at home with Hugo. At least he'll have Hermione to text and keep him entertained.