I'm trying to switch the narrative up a bit with this chapter. Please review – let me know if it's too difficult to follow, I fix it!
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The rest of the night passed without incident and the house was quiet and still when Hermione opened her eyes. She was still wearing the black camisole, but at some point during the night she must have been hot because she had pulled off the pyjama bottoms and tossed them to the floor.
She stretched her arms above her head and yawned quietly. Ron was sleeping on his back, one arm above his head. She was about to cuddle into his chest when a thought crossed her mind. It had been a long time since she'd woken him up in that special way. The mood was completely ruined after the boys interrupted them so once the embarrassment faded away, they just went to sleep.
She licked her lips before ducking her head under the covers. Ron might have been sleeping, but as soon as Hermione took him in her mouth his body started responding to her touch. She felt him get harder as she stroked and kissed him. Fully erect, he was far too big to fit in her mouth; it made her jaw ache to even try.
Hermione heard Ron moaning and suddenly his hand was in her hair, tugging slightly as his hips lifted off the mattress a little. He gave a grunt and Hermione felt the bedcover lift off her entirely. The temperature of the room was so much cooler without the heavy blanket on top of her and she felt gooseflesh run up her back. Ron then had a handful of her hair and she was trying as best she could to stretch her mouth around him.
"Get the fuck up here." Ron moaned, grabbing at her upper arm. He pulled her up and she swung a leg over him.
"Good Morning, Mr. Weasley." She said as she leaned in and kissed his face. Ron grinned and reached under his pillow, feeling for his wand. He waved it and silently locked the door.
"If I had the presence of mind to do that last night we could have avoided that whole mess. I don't know how I'm going to tell my brothers –" Hermione positioned herself over him and he stopped talking when she pressed her weight down and he was inside her. She moaned softly and he gripped her hips while she rocked gently in his lap.
"Harry, do you want to shower first?" Ginny said as she got out of bed. Harry was awake but he wasn't in much of a mood to talk. He was staring at the ceiling, both the conversation with Dudley and the awkward talk he knew he was facing with James was keeping him preoccupied.
"Hmm? Oh, no you go ahead, Gin." He said. Ginny frowned.
"You're worried about what Petunia is going to say, aren't you?" She asked.
"A bit. My entire life she's never gone out of her way to talk to me. I can't think what she'd have to say."
"So, don't go. You don't owe her a thing, Harry." Ginny said, crossing her arms.
"I know I don't owe her. But I also know I'll regret not going. I feel like my Mum would want me to go." he said reaching for his mobile. He pulled Dudley's phone number up and typed in a text message:
"When should I come?"
He stared at the words on the screen for a full minute before pressing the 'send' button. He watched the envelope icon on the screen indicate the message was sent before snapping the mobile shut again.
"Ron and Hermione are going to go with you? Do you want me as well?" Ginny asked, sitting on the bed and reaching for his hand.
"I know you don't want to go, it's fine. The boys and Lily wouldn't want to be there, either." Harry said, touching the back of her hand with his. Ginny nodded.
"No, none of us would want to go; that's not what I asked you. If you need me with you, I'll go."
Harry shrugged. "I'll be ok."
The knock was soft at first but became slightly louder before they heard it. "Aunt Ginny? Uncle Harry?" It was Hugo.
Ginny quickly pulled on a pair of pyjamas (she and Harry had no problem getting back into the mood the previous night as they weren't the ones walked in on.)
"Just a tick, Hugo." Harry called out, snatching his boxers off the floor.
He went to the door and opened it. Hugo and Lily stood in the hallway with sleepy eyes.
"Morning, guys. You alright?" Harry said crouching down. Lily wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Their door is locked. I want Mummy." Hugo said pointing across the hall at the master bedroom. Harry lifted Lily off the floor and took Hugo's hand.
"Stay in here with your Aunt a minute, Hugo. I'll - erm- see if Mummy's awake." Harry said leading him into the guest room.
Ginny sat back on the bed and pulled Hugo up beside her and Harry playfully plunked Lily next to them. Ginny proceeded to tickle the two of them mercilessly.
Harry padded across the hall and approached the door cautiously. He pressed his ear to the door and listened. He thought he heard Hermione moaning softly and he definitely recognized Ron's gruff voice.
"Love you so fucking much…"
He cleared his throat softly, he knew better than to interrupt. It would be more than his life was worth to knock. He smiled to himself, wondering how the hell Hermione managed to get a handle on her loud orgasms – it was one thing before the kids. He'd spent many nights sleeping off some heavy drinking on their sofa in their old flat and knew exactly what Hermione sounded like. He wasn't trying to listen but it was definitely impossible not to overhear without a silencing charm.
He went back to the guest room and found Ginny was still tickling Hugo and Lily; their delighted squealing made him laugh heartily.
"Jamie – wake up!" Louis poked James hard in the ribs.
"Leave me alooone! Sleeping!" James said, rolling over.
"Aw, come on Jamie – time to get up!" Fred said, whacking James in the face with a throw pillow.
"Oi! Knock it off!" James said, opening his eyes and sitting up.
"We're hungry." Louis said, rubbing his stomach.
"Mum said we were going to breakfast at Gran's house." James said, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah but it'll be forever before then!" Fred said. "Let's go make ourselves something."
"You know how to cook?" James asked.
"Of course not, but how hard can it be, really?" Fred said, shrugging his shoulders.
Ron rolled off of Hermione, panting. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, as was his. He glanced at the clock and groaned.
"Shit. It's 7.00, Mione. Breakfast at Mum and Dad's. How the bloody hell are we going to shift four adults and seven kids out of this house in less than an hour?"
Hermione covered her face with her hands and sighed. "I haven't the first idea. I haven't heard a peep out of Hugo, it's odd. He's usually banging on the door by 6.30." She said pushing up on her elbows.
"Well, Lily and the others are here, maybe they're playing already." Ron said pulling his boxers on and standing up.
As if on cue, the bedroom filled with the blaring of the smoke detector.
Fire in Sector One! Fire in Sector One! The electronic voice announced. The new house was equipped with a state-of-the-art burglar alarm and hard-wired smoke and carbon monoxide detectors. This was the first time Ron and Hermione had heard them go off and it made them both yell out.
Ron covered his ears with his hands, "What the fuck is Sector One?" He yelled.
"It's the kitchen!" Hermione yelled back, her hands also covering her ears.
Ron grabbed his wand and Apparated into the kitchen, finding Harry was already there. There was nothing but thick, acrid smoke filling the room. Harry had the windows open and was trying to locate the source of the smoke.
"Good grief, Hermione. I swear if you never ever want Jamie staying here again I completely understand!" Ginny said. They were both in the guest bedroom with the younger children. Albus and Lily were cowering into her chest and she was covering their ears as best she could. Hermione was cuddling Hugo and Rose was in a ball at her side.
"I won't lie, Gin – it'll be a long while before they stay here again." Hermione answered, rubbing Rose's arm – she hated loud noises.
"Off! Off! Off!" Rose yelped and the alarm at once was silenced. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and together looked down at Rose.
"I'll kill them myself, where are they!" Ron said, looking around. The alarm had shut off before he'd been able to punch in the key-code. He thought Hermione must have entered it into the alarm panel in the second floor.
"They're cowering in the pantry." Harry replied.
The telephone started ringing and Ron answered after three rings.
"Hello? Yes, this is Ron Weasley. Yes, everything's in hand. My nephews seem to have tried cooking this morning." He said seeing the majority of the smoke was rising off of Hermione's brand new induction cooktop.
"Thank you, we're all set. Password? Oh, erm…fuck. My wife set the password…OH! It's Minerva Alastor. Yeah, our kids' middle names. Thanks very much. You too." He hung up the phone and turned back to the smoky kitchen.
Finding there was in fact no fire, Harry was using his wand to push the awful-smelling smoke out the window. Ron assisted with a wind-conjuring spell to push the gray clouds out of the kitchen. When the haze was gone, they looked at each other.
"Never a dull bloody moment, is there?" Harry said. Ron shook his head. Ron grimaced at the cooktop. A small saute pan sat on top holding two eggs. On the burner next to the saute pan was a partially melted acrylic salt shaker. Ron knew in an instant what had happened, he'd made the same mistake himself. Fred, for it undoubtedly was Fred's doing, had turned on the wrong burner and didn't notice the eggs weren't cooking. He must have used the salt shaker to season the eggs and placed it down on the burner next to the pan.
Ginny Apparated into the kitchen a moment later and made straight for the pantry door. She found the three boys huddled into each other, looked frightened.
"Out." She said, pointing.
They hurriedly scampered out of the pantry, watching Ginny the whole time.
"Sit." She said and they obediently sat on the stools around the center kitchen island.
Ron ran upstairs to check on Hermione and the younger children. He recognized the anger he saw in his sister's eyes. She looked exactly like their mother when she was angry and she yelled in an identical way. Her voice carried through the whole house.
"After last night, how could you even think of doing such a thing?! You could have burnt the house down! You couldn't wait one hour until we're at your grandparents' house?!"
"Mione? They alright?" Ron called into their bedroom.
"We're in here, Ron." She called back. Ron turned and made his way into the guest bedroom. The four children sat on the bed watching a cartoon program. Hermione had pulled some clothes on and was tying her hair back.
"Everyone ok?" Ron asked them, smiling reassuringly.
"Daddy I do not like that noise." Rose said definitively.
"I know, Rosie. Daddy doesn't either." Ron said, lifting his arms out to her. Rose pushed herself off the bed and flew into Ron's arms. He lifted her off the floor and she hugged him tightly around the neck.
"Good thing you had Jackie-dog to protect you, right?" Ron said. He felt Rose shake her head.
"You protected us, Daddy." She said.
They couldn't make out the words, but Ginny's voice was still booming from the kitchen.
"Uh-oh…Mummy's mad." Albus said.
A short time later, they all stumbled out of the fireplace at the Burrow. George, Angelina and Bill all recognized the harried looks on the faces of the four adults when they came through – only people exposed to the antics of the three eldest boys would share that expression.
"Rough night?" George said to Ron.
"Very." Ron replied.
"Do they all need a bollocking?" He asked, Bill listened intently for the answer.
"Ginny gave them one for the crap they pulled this morning but I'll let you deal with them over what they did last night." Ron rubbed his temples with his fingers.
"That doesn't sound good at all." Bill said, looking at Louis. The small boy suddenly took a very keen interest in his shoes.
"I'll fill you in after we eat – is there bacon? I'm starving." Ron asked.