Like Parents, Like Teens
Part 3
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update. I've had writers block for awhile. Just a reminder this chapter is from Hermione's P.O.V.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, but I will own HBP when it comes out July 16!
Hermione's eyes fluttered open as sunlight streamed through the open window. A crisp chill was in the air, reminding her that fall was on its way. Yawning, Hermione slowly rose from her comfortable position on her bed and heaved herself onto the floor. Parvati and Lavender were already gone. Probably to be able to drool all over their "husbands", she thought irritably. Quickly dressing, she opened the 6th years girl dormitory door and hurried down the stairs.
"Where have you been?" Ron jumped up from the chair he had been occupying. "Everybody else has gone into their little rooms!"
"Why didn't you go with them?" Hermione asked coldly.
"I tried!" Ron cried, not catching on. "But the bloody door told me that I had to be with my wife!" Hermione sighed. Ron didn't always catch on that she was angry, so it was hard to ignore him.
"Fine, come on them." She briskly hurried up to the door and turned the knob. Ron stare open mouthed. "What?"
"That bloody thing shocked me when I tried to get in!"
"Well it told you why didn't it? Come on now." Ron followed her inside. Glancing around, another scrap of paper graced the table. Ron picked it up. The note read:
Today all couples will be enjoying some form of togetherness on the last day before your classes start. Your activity and duties are as follows:
Picnic Lunch
Ron: Picnic Basket
Hermione: Location and general schedule
Albus Dumbledore
Ron set down the note, a shocked expression on his face. He turned to Hermione.
"I'm to make a picnic basket?" he asked. Hermione nodded, barely suppressing a spout of giggles. "I can't do that!"
"And why not?" She couldn't help but smile. If he wasn't so adorable, I'd be able to stay mad at him, she caught herself thinking.
"Just because," Ron answered, clearly scandalized.
"Well you'll just have to make do. There's a small kitchen unit on that side," Hermione pointed to the other side of the room. "Have fun!" Laughing, she left the other teen in their room and closed the door, chuckling to herself. Time for work, though, she shook herself and headed to the window.
Location, location, the thought buzzed in her mind as she surveyed the grounds. After picturing herself and Ron in several different places, Hermione finally decided that next to the lake would be nice. She drew up a schedule in her mind. About 2 hours would do nicely, she decided. Knowing that she had completed her part of the assignment, Hermione settled back in the chair and dozed off.
Twelve o'clock sharp, Hermione realized as she awoke from her dozing and looked at the clock. Sticking her head in the door, she called in to him.
"Ron? Time to go!" He stood by the counter, a rather disgruntled looking basket in front of him, next to it a tablecloth. "Where did you find those?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Cuboard," he answered. "Let's go." He picked up the basket and carried it awkwardly into the common room. "Hermione would you take a look out there, beyond the portrait?"
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Never mind," Ron sighed. And nervously stuck his own head out the portrait hole, while Hermione watched impatiently. "The coast is clear," he whispered back. He was answered with an eye roll.
"Really Ron, do you have to be so childish?"
"Childish!" the Weasley returned indignantly. Hermione just led the way out of the portrait hole, muttering under her breath. The trip was surprisingly pleasant, as the couple did not run into any Slytherins. In fact, they hardly ran into anyone at all. Once out on the grounds, Hermione spread the blanket, and then, sitting down, looked expectantly at Ron.
"Well?" she inquired. "Aren't you going to open the basket?" Ron glanced down at the basket he held clutched in his hands.
"Right," he replied, joining her on the blanket. Reaching in, he pulled out two lumps. Pulling them out of his grasp, Hermione looked at them confusedly. Then, turning them, she saw what they were. "Well," Ron rasped, his cheeks flushing. "Peanut butter and jelly was all I knew how to make, so I tried to make them a little bit fancier…" he faded off. In her hands, Hermione held two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, unceremoniously cut into shapes that resembled an 'R' and an 'H'. How sweet, Hermione thought. At least he tried to do something special.
The rest of the picnic was spent munching on the sandwiches, some potato chips, and grapes. Conversation lingered here and there, and as Hermione and Ron headed back to Hogwarts, Hermione felt a new appreciation for Ron's "cooking" abilities.
A/N: Another short chapter. Just a little fluff, not much plot line really. Hope you enjoyed! Please review. KW