Someone was poking my face. Why would someone poke my face at such an ungodly hour? Of course unless there was an emergency such as a baby spit up all over my new shoes, or a baby was sick or whatever. That is really one of the only reason I could fathom for someone to wake me from my sleep.
"There better be something life altering going on," I growled sounding much like a smoker, with my voice all husky and kind of nice.
"Come on sleepy head!" Hermione called. I sat up in one of those trances, where you are almost positive you are still sleeping, because the situation you are currently in is so weird it couldn't possibly be reality. Example: Waking up to Hermione laying in your bed, under the covers, eating a bowl of Cheerios, and wearing your favorite pajamas which were dirty the night before and left in the laundry room. She smiled at me and forced the spoon into my mouth as milk dribbled down my chin and onto the sheets.
"Did I go to sleep and wake up a lesbian?" I asked still watching her with fear. I swear if I did wake up to be Hermione's lesbian lover I would most likely kill myself. Or break up with her, whatever I'm in the mood for.
"No!" Hermione said snorting with laughter. I still was not finding the humor in this entire situation. "Harry and Ron took the kids for a day and thought we could use the break. You know to do fun stuff."
"Hermione I like you and everything, but I don't bat at that field if you know what I'm saying," I said pulling the covers closer to me. Suddenly I felt very self conscious about my newly founded, lesbian best friend who I've undressed in front of many times.
"I am not a lesbian!" Hermione shouted and then seemed to calm down. She smiled at me and placed the bowl on my nightstand. "I wanted to wake you up, but Harry told me you needed your sleep."
"And he was right," I said pointedly but she just sighed and turned to face me, completely ignoring me as per usual. I mine as well be talking to myself.
"Like I was saying," she pressed on as though I didn't even bother to speak at all. "I didn't want to wake you up, so I made myself some breakfast. Cheerios. So I'm eating and I'm walking around your living room when my feet get all cold and tingly. I don't have any socks so I figured I would just lay in bed with you."
I still didn't see why she thought this was a good explanation, but from her face I could tell that would be all I was getting for now. I could either take it smiling, or attempt to make more sense and get a tremendous headache in which I would need to find myself a Tylenol.
"Makes sense," I said with some difficulty. She just smiled and flipped over so we were laying next to each other. Every once in a while I felt her look over at me.
"So what do you want to do?" she asked excitedly.
"Sleep," I moaned and she began to protest. Honestly she sound exactly synonymous to Mia, but I didn't say so. Sometimes Hermione got very violent she would smack me and then run away. I don't even get a chance to catch her either because someone, usually Ron, masterly shows up and holds me back.
"This is our one day without kids holding us back! This is our day of freedom! What would you want to do without the kids?" she asked her eyes shining with excitement.
"I don't think we're thinking the same thing," I said nervously tugging the covers back over my body.
"Ginny if I was gay I wouldn't even want to date you," Hermione snapped angrily and I felt my mouth open in shock and anger.
"Why wouldn't you want to date me?" I asked sitting up in bed and folding my arms.
"Well for one, you are a spoiled brat. Second, you are way to flakey. Third, you spend way too much money. Fourth, you hog the covers, the shower and bathroom, and the food. Lastly, I don't think I could have an intelligent conversation with you…ever," Hermione recited and I felt like she had slapped me. She mine as well have with the heat radiating off of my cheeks.
"Oh is that all?" I asked loudly and angrily. "Really don't hold back. You wouldn't want to make me feel like shit or something!"
"You wanted me to be honest!" Hermione protested.
"No I didn't! This is the same use of white lying one would use when asked a difficult question!" I yelled and she looked at me.
"And what would be another example?" Hermione asked defiantly.
"Your ass doesn't look fat in that dress…Did you loose weight?…Your cookies taste good, really they do!" I said and at the last one she gave out an outraged shriek.
"You told me you liked my cookies!" she snapped.
"IT'S CALLED A WHITE LIE!" I bellowed back.
"Are you just mad because I don't want to date you?" Hermione countered. There was a moment's pause in which we realized what we were fighting about. She folded her hands delicately on the blanket and cleared her throat once.
"Yes?" I asked testily.
"I'm sorry I said I wouldn't date you. Also I'm sorry for all the horrible, yet true, things I said about you," Hermione said and I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, I'm sorry I told you your cookies suck, which they do," I said back and once again there was this long, awkward silence in which anger was radiating off of us. Neither one of us wanted to continue, nor end this fight so we sat in silence.
I managed to count all the little grooves on the ceiling before I got extremely bored. I had already told myself seven stories all involving Gloria the Glorious Balloon, which I will write down and publish, therefore making buckets of galleons in the process. I was just picking out the outfit I would wear during one of my book signings in which Harry was standing in the crowd looking yummy in his little dress robes and moppy hair. A pair of pink robes, that clash amazingly well with my hair and complexion, and little kitten heels.
"I want to dance around the house screaming dirty words," I said suddenly and there was another silence. I was just about to go back to mentally organizing my closet when Hermione spoke for the first time in fifteen minutes.
"Fuck," she said almost in a whisper and I smiled. She got out of bed and I followed with a smile on my lips.
Soon we were running around the house either screaming or swearing. Sometimes Hermione broke into a song I wasn't familiar with, it didn't matter because she sang it way off key I couldn't sing even if I knew the words. I began to dance crazily and was really able to let go for the first time in a year. I tried to cut back on my language after I found out a baby can begin to hear at seven months. I did not want my child's first words to be, 'Fuck off you nasty little prick.'
Once we were done I made hot chocolate and sat by the fire with Hermione as she hummed a tune to herself. Both of us were horse with screaming but seemed to work out all of the bad things we would have said to each other otherwise. Really it was like venting at each other without saying all the mean things to their face. I could totally tell Hermione she was an up-tight, anal-retentive, asshole sometimes, and I could totally get away with it. Just as long as I didn't say her name or 'you.'
"That was fun," I sighed and giggled again almost sloshing the hot chocolate all over my lap. That was all I needed, hot boiling water flowing over my skin. My skin doesn't need a reason to turn red, whether I walk into the sun to pick up the muggle paper or lay on the beach, I'll get red.
The back door opened and Harry walked in carrying two chubby bundles I was hoping were my boys. He smiled that sexy smile he saved for me, at me and, had I been standing, most likely would have made me fall. I managed to keep myself together as I got one chubby Jake out of his father's tight grasp, and safely into his bassinet.
"How were they?" I asked softly.
"Great. Sorry I'm home so early," Harry whispered into my ear. I just smiled and kissed his cheek. "Mia got sick and Ron thought it were best we get her home so that she didn't get sick all over her shirt."
"Mia's sick?" Hermione asked scrambling over to the fireplace where she stepped in and disappeared within seconds, even though Harry had called her to stop. That got my attention.
I turned to Harry after she left. "So why are you really home?"
There was a long moment that passed and then turned back to me, searching my face looking for a sign of anger. "It was sooo boring! You don't understand how awful that was! Voldemort should have used that as his secret weapon! Fuck the Death Eaters and the prophecy! Seriously gather all your enemies in that room and watch them all die from boredom. Those tough ones, Dumbledore, who manage to not die of boredom will most definitely take their own life!" Harry moaned desperately and I giggled despite myself. The way he was going on about it was very funny. "Especially when boredom kicks in after the first act and you realize there are seven acts after that! What kind of sick minds would think up such a form of torture? And what's with their names anyways? The Wiggles? Hello could you get more gayer? And then if you don't kill yourself from boredom, you will most likely kill someone else. There were thousands of screaming kids…thousands! Parents shoved you out of the way, no care in the world if you're alright. At times I feared for my life!" Harry took a deep shuddering breath and I snorted with laughter. "Are you angry?"
"Yes I'm angry!" I said in between fits of laughter.
"You don't look it," Harry said watching me closely, a small smile creeping on his face. I managed to compose myself and looked at him seriously.
"You stole my one day of freedom! And Hermione's," I added. "She is going to be so pissed at Ron…"
"I tried to hold her back so that Ron could get home, compose himself, come up with a plausible story, and make Mia look sick. I don't think he made it though," Harry said wincing slightly as the thought of angry Hermione. Like I said, fist to face.
"Are they asleep?" I asked nodding the twins. He looked at them and then nodded, relieved. "Good. I think it's time for your punishment."
Harry goggled at me like I was insane. "My punishment?" he croaked and looked at me hopefully.
I nodded slyly and held out my hands for him. He took them eagerly and we ran up the stairs kissing and fondling. As soon as we got to the landing I handed him a pair of rubber gloves and a feather duster.
"Dust," I ordered and he looked at me, his cheeks flushed and his chest rising and falling heavily.
"Dust?" he asked not accepting the things I was holding out to him.
"Your punishment," I explained trying not to laugh at the look on his face. He looked as though someone told him Christmas was over, England had lost, and sex wasn't possible anymore.
"My punishment?" he repeated looking slightly angry. I smiled and nodded at him as he wrenched them out of my hand. "This is really my punishment?"
"Yes. What? Did you really think I was going to want to have sex with you after you came home and ruined my day alone?" I asked sounding shocked at his actions. "Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to go take a bath…with the jets on," I said and almost laughed at his face and the small groan that escaped his lips. "Have fun!"
He hesitated for a moment then followed me into the bathroom nearly stepping on my heels as I made quick steps into the bathroom.
"Ginny," Harry growled and I tried not to smile.
"Yes Harry?" I asked unbuttoning my top. "Do you need to know where to find the cloths?"
"No," he snapped and threw the duster on the ground with annoyance. He was really acting like a child at the moment. My top was off and now I was untying the straps of my pants slowly. He watched me for a moment and seemed to forget what he was going to say.
"Will you stop staring at me?" I snapped even though I never wanted him to stop looking at me like that. He just watched me for another moment before kissing me deeply. I almost pulled back and finished doing what I was doing, but my entire body gave in. Oh so what? He came home and ruined my day alone? Hermione was with me and very close to treading on my nerves. Also I missed Harry and the boys, I don't like days alone with myself. I piss myself off too many times a day to have a successful day without other human interaction.
"Am I forgiven?" he growled into my ear as I attempted to tug the shirt over his head.
"Not if you don't hurry the hell up," I snarled testily as his shirt knocked his glasses onto the bridge of my nose. There was a pause and then we began to laugh hysterically, tugging and pulling the remainder of our clothes off at a rapid speed.
After my bath I went down to where the babies were still sleeping peacefully. They each had a pacifier that was bobbing up and down as they sucked onto it. I trailed my fingers over Alex's little jean overalls. He stirred and looked into my eyes with a smile that knocked the pacifier right out of his mouth.
"Hello beautiful!" I cooed. He watched me for a moment before closing his eyes and going back to sleep. I was not completely sure if I should take that as an insult or a good sign. I mean obviously I didn't expect him to respond, 'Hello mother. Thank you for such a compliment. You look smashing yourself, I love what you're doing with your hair.' I obviously didn't expect him to respond at all, but to just roll over and fall back asleep? Anywhere else that is such an insult.
"They're gorgeous," Harry whispered into my ear and wrapped his arms around my waist. I smiled as he leaned his head on my shoulder and watched them sleep peacefully.
"How would you like to have some more?" I asked.
A/N Please read and review. Sorry for the wait.