Last chapter was a bit short… thanks for your patience. 5,920 hits, 19 faves and 19 alerts, I'm amazed!
Hermione awoke to find Ron's arms around her, holding her close as though she might slip away. He looked so peaceful sleeping, and Hermione fidgeted a bit to get a better look at his face. He woke up at the slight movement. "Sleep well Hermione?" he mused.
She laughed a little, "Better than normally,"-this got a worried expression from Ron, "but really, thank you."
He closed his eyes again, "Ron?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Hmmm?" He murmured.
"Ron, you know that thing with my parents? I found out how to, well more or less, reverse the spell on them and," she gushed out this bit, and tried to calm herself down enough to say, "I wondered if you'd come with me to Australia?" she looked into his eyes pleadingly. He didn't answer immediately instead taking his time to mull over the idea. Hermione backtracked quickly, "You don't have to! Of course not, I honestl-"
"Hermione breath!" Ron said, frowning in thought. "I want to, but Harry and I just got offered yesterday to help lead a hunt rounding up the last few Death Eaters…"
Hermione chose her next words carefully, not looking at Ron, "So… what are you going to do Ron?"
He looked uncomfortable at this and Hermione scolded herself, Selfish of you, of course he'd want to round up Death Eaters with his best friend.
"Listen Ron, it's okay if you want to go with Harry."
"Are you sure you'll-"
"I'll be fine." She smiled at him reassuringly.
Ron made a slight noise of disbelief, and Hermione slapped his arm.
"With out me, your dead body would probably be rotting in Devil's Snare. I think I can look after myself." She reminded him.
"Yes, yes, we owe you our lives. However will I ever repay you?" he culched his heart dramatically.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "How about you make me breakfast?" she suggested.
Ron leapt out of the bed, "Yummy! Pancakes!"
Hermione laughed, but took her time getting out og bed. She smiled softly, this is what life should be, she thought happily. Peace. It seemed like since she'd been friends with Harry and Ron, she hadn't ever had any.
She stayed in bed until she started to smell something funny, almost like burning.
"Uh-oh." Came a voice in the kitchen.
Hermione ran out to see the stove on fire; shaking her head and saying something like " Only you could do this." She scrambled for her wand, and said "Aguamenti." Thus putting out the fire with a stream of water.
Ron was still gaping at the stove. "Hermione, how will I ever survive without you?"
Hermione laughed. Look, I'll show you how to make pancakes."
A little while later, Ron and Hermione were sitting down feeling very full. "I don't think I can eat anymore pancakes, ever." Hermione groaned, clutching her stomach.
"I'm not even hungry anymore." Ron moaned.
Hermione stared at him. "Ronald Weasley? Not even hungry? This is a miracle!" she cried, throwing her hand up in the air laughing.
Ron laughed too, and soon they were in fits of giggles. Hermione wiped a small tear from her eye. No, she thought, this is what life should be. Shared with friends, full of laughter. She smiled reminiscently.
Ron smiled at her, "What'cha thinking about?" he asked cheekily.
"Oh, you know," she waved a hand around airily, "Life in general."
He chuckled. "You sound like a logical Luna."
Hermione contemplated this, "I don't think anybody could be like Luna, she just too unique." She smiled.
Ron gave this a thought and, without warning, he lunged at Hermione, and threw her onto his shoulder.
"Put me down Shrek!" she squealed.
"Who's Shrek?" asked Ron, slightly baffled.
"Well his an ogre in this fairy tale and, oh put me down Ron!"
He laughed, much to her annoyance. "Going somewhere in a hurry Hermione?"
"Ron, seriously! I need to start packing!"
"How soon are you leaving?" asked Ron curiously.
"How soon is tomorrow?" she asked, with only a slight hint of sarcasm.
Ron raised his eyebrows jokingly, even if Hermione couldn't see them.
"Oh, another twenty-four hours away?"
Short chapter much? Holidays are less than a week away. *bliss* I don't know where the whole thing where he picks her up comes from… bit irrelevant. (Anything that isn't to do with elephants is irrelephant.) Suppose you could have skipped this chapter… well, no point in saying that now if you're reading this. A review? It would mean a lot; tell me how I'm going with this. Did I nail it or have I failed it?