I walk slowly, breathing heavily as I round nearer to the corner where I dreaded. Fred and George waited anxiously by the door, holding what looked like was the all mighty book of sex appeal.
"Don't ask!" I say quickly as they thrust the book into my face, their mouths in place for argument. But I move swiftly opening a random door at the end of the hall, rushing in I don't even take in account of who's room this was. There's a small scream. Crap. I blush very deeply this time as I turn around to see the startled face of Hermione in only very short shorts that barely covered her bum and a very large shirt that looked familiar laying in her bed.
"Erm, Hermione?" Hermione pulled up her blankets close to her neck, her cheeks now also deepening in the common reddish color.
"Ron! Get out!" Ginny storms over to me, her ponytail flopping back and forth as she walked. She pushes me toward the door.
"Wait, please Gin! Just for a few minutes? Fred and George are..." I trail off and look around the room aimlessly. I could never tell Ginny, the taunting would never end, and I try to think of an excuse.
"Are…planting stink bombs in Harry's bed. They thought it would be hilarious. I just wanted to get out of the way of the smell." Ginny frowned in disgust.
"That's horrible. Why didn't you tell Harry?" She stormed off through the door without an answer. I'm left alone in the doorway. I look back and the bed where Hermione was supposes to be sleeping. Instead I see a heap of blankets.
"Hermione, you in there?" I joke, moving closer to the bed.
"Go away." She grumbles, pulling the blankets higher over his head.
"What's wrong?" I question. She doesn't answer. I sit at the edge of the bed. She still doesn't move. I start to tug at the blankets. When I get a little tug back, I pull a bit harder. A couple minutes later, three blankets are on the ground and I can now see the outline of the hidden Hermione underneath the last blanket.
"You know this is pointless." I chuckle.
"No, Ron come on. Knock it off. I just wanna sleep." She mumbles, but I can tell that she's happy. I move closer to her head and start to pull.
"Stop! Ron, stop!" Hermione jumps out of the bed grabbing helplessly for the blanket. I don't watch as I pull it away from her, when I finally do look up I'm taken back. Hermione was wearing my shirt. The shirt that I had given her to throw out. I look from her to the shirt then back to her. She looks like how I feel. Before I say anything she rushes out of the room and into the nearby bathroom shutting it behind her. I walk slowly out of the room and to Fred and George's now crowed room.
"Fred and George say that they didn't really plan on putting stink bombs in Harry's bed." Ginny says to me, I ignore her.
"Give it here." I say, thrusting my hand out. Fred chuckles as he hands over the book. Both Ginny and Harry watch me as I disappear into my room with the book in hand and a dragon that so obviously needed to be tamed.