A/N: Here is another chapter of Sunday, waiting for you to say, "why are most of these Hermione POVs?"
Disclaimer: It is a truth universally acknowledged that J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter and that this line is parodied too often for everyone's taste.
The alarm went off and Hermione's hand automatically darted out of the covers to turn it off. She had a very important meeting today about her latest proposal to change laws regarding international wizard-goblin relations and could not be late under any circumstances. The good news was that the meeting was happening at five in the afternoon. The bad news was that it was happening in the city of Suva and she would have to leave before four in the morning to get there on time.
She blinked wearily a few times and mentally shook herself awake, fighting the desperate urge to forget everything and go back to sleep. After a few seconds though, Hermione was sadly alert enough to know that this was a terrible idea and that she really did have to get up.
Despite going to bed very early that evening and telling Ron he would be better off sleeping in the spare room so she didn't wake him up, Hermione discovered her husband was slumbering behind her, his arm hugging her close to him. With a sigh, she gently tried to extract herself from his grip, only for Ron to squeeze her closer.
Hermione rolled her eyes and tried again. This time Ron shifted his leg over hers as well as pulling her back. This always happened when she tried to get out of bed when he was asleep. Going to the loo in the middle of the night was a very risky business. Hermione supposed she should find it sweet that even when he was dead to the world, Ron wanted her close. Instead she was incredibly frustrated. If she couldn't break free soon, she wouldn't have time to check through her notes before she left, potentially ruining everything.
Still moving slowly, Hermione tried to look over her shoulder at Ron. Through her hair and the darkness of the early morning she could make out his open mouth and long nose, breathing softly. She attempted to move away again, but he still stopped her. Even though his fringe was covering his eyes, she could still tell he frowned for a second before his face relaxed once more. Hermione smiled at the sight of him looking so peaceful. Waking him up was so hard when he looked like this.
She really did have to get up though…
Changing tactics, Hermione tried to shuffle down the bed. It was most undignified, but desperate times called for desperate measures. If she could sneak her way below his arm, then Hermione hoped she would be able to get out of bed from there. After a few agonising moments, in which Hermione managed to get her head level with Ron's chest without him moving, she heard him make a small noise in his sleep. Heart pounding, she stopped and waited to see if he did anything else. When he didn't, Hermione continued her journey south, eternally grateful that no one could see her.
Just when she thought she was safe, Ron made a whinging noise and started moving his head forward. He sniffed and tried once again to bury himself in the pillow. Hermione stopped breathing and hoped he would stop, but he didn't. Frowning once more, Ron's head bent forward until he reached her hair. Knowing full well what he was doing, Hermione gave up on her plan and waited. Sure enough, not ten seconds later, Ron had moved so their heads were level once more and his face was buried in her hair. She heard him sigh contentedly before relaxing again, still cuddled up behind her.
If Ron was as clingy as this when he was awake, Hermione thought, trying desperately not to get angry over what was really quite a lovely thing, she would have probably have moved to a different country and changed her name in the hopes of escaping him by now. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate that he loved her; it was just that he was making her late and Hermione Weasley was many things, but late was never one of them.
A quick glance at the alarm clock's glow in the dark hands told her that she had been awake for ten minutes now and was no closer to getting in the shower than she was then. Making the executive decision that she had done everything within her power to not disrupt her loving and annoying husband's sleeping pattern, Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ron!" she whispered urgently to no reply. "Ron, wake up!"
Hermione was awarded with nothing. Not even one measly groan. Hoping that he wouldn't be too angry if she left bruises, she elbowed him harder. "Ron!"
Three more assaults later, Ron finally grunted to show that he was at least somewhat aware of his surroundings.
"Ron, please let me get up," Hermione pleaded. "I have that meeting, remember?"
There was a silence that told her Ron had gone back to sleep already.
"RON!" she snapped. She felt his body jolt in surprise as he grunted again. "Let me get up!"
"No," Ron mumbled, moving closer to her and resting his forehead on her shoulder.
"What do you mean 'no'?" Hermione hissed. "Let go of me."
Ron tightened his grip again.
"Right."
Patience completely worn away by this point, Hermione tried to pull Ron's arms away from her, but he managed to keep them in place. A few kicks and struggling violently in his arms only earned Hermione an extra few inches towards the edge of their bed that Ron quickly made up anyway. She rolled over with difficulty to face him and found his eyes were still closed and he was still very much asleep. Hermione cursed his auror training for making him stronger than his lanky frame let on.
"Let me out!" she growled at him. He ignored her, so Hermione tried pushing against his chest, hoping that the duel action of straining against his grip and shoving him would work. In fact, for a moment, her plan worked perfectly and Hermione managed to put some space between them. Unfortunately it wasn't long before Ron realised and tried to bring her back to him.
She had already weakened his grip and, foolishly, Hermione thought she could taste victory. Ron's face contorted as he realised he was losing his wife and went for another strategy; instead of pulling her towards him, he decided to go to her. With an angry sounding groan, Ron rolled forward onto his front – directly on top of Hermione.
Caught off guard, Hermione was powerless to stop this and was soon being squashed under the love of her life.
"This isn't fair," she wheezed, trying to free her arms. "You're a lot heavier than me!"
"'xactly," grunted Ron. His head found the pillow under her shoulder and made himself comfortable. "Now go back to sleep."
"Ron, I can't," she replied, still struggling to breath. "The meeting? Fiji?"
"Don't care," Ron yawned.
"Well – you – should!" Hermione punctuated each word with a slap on his back. Ron made no indication that he felt it though and she was horrified to discover that he was somehow managing to go back to sleep.
Breathing heavily through her nose, Hermione closed her eyes and tried to think of a way out of this before she lost the feeling in her right arm completely. It was bad enough when Ron crushed her after sex, but at least normally she got to have sex before the crushing happened.
It was then, as Ron snored gently, that Hermione had a brilliant idea. There was only one thing that she ever did that Ron never ignored.
Knowing that what she was planning probably broke some kind of feminism rule and not caring because she had twenty four pages of notes to read, a shower to have and breakfast to eat, Hermione started nibbling on Ron's ear. It wasn't long before he moaned a little.
"Ron," she whispered, making sure her lips never lost contact with the shell of his ear, "wake up."
Awkwardly turning her head, Hermione began kissing his neck and Ron groaned. She knew it was working when one of his hands moved to her hip and squeezed.
"Myknee," he mumbled, just as he turned his head to kiss her sloppily on the edge of her mouth. Suppressing the wave of affection she felt as she moved to kiss him properly, Hermione tried to focus on her plan. Still… She loved lazy morning kisses where neither of really knew what they were doing. There was no reason she couldn't enjoy this a little.
It wasn't long before the kisses weren't as lazy and Ron lifted a bit of his weight off of her. When one of his hands moved to her hair, Hermione seized her chance and rolled him onto his back, the momentum carrying her on top of him. As she celebrated her triumph inside, Hermione carried on kissing her husband as his hand crept under her pyjama top. Knowing Ron was distracted, Hermione opened her eyes and spotted her wand on the bedside table. She grabbed it just as Ron started kissing her neck.
When he reached her collar bone, Hermione began regretting her decision, but knew it was too late to back out now. With her left hand, she found Ron's right and threaded her fingers between his and held in out, away from their bodies. Once it was above his head, being pressed into the pillow, Hermione aimed her wand and flicked it, sending a rope flying out of the end and tying Ron's wrist to the bed post. Ron stopped his ministrations and looked up at her, his eyes half-closed and smirked.
"Bit early for that, isn't it?" he remarked, his voice still gravelly from sleep.
Hermione pretended to ponder this. "Hmm. Maybe you're right."
Before Ron registered her words, Hermione had flicked her wand again, tying his left wrist to the other bed post.
Ron quirked his eyebrows, his eyes flashing with untold joy and anticipation as Hermione leant forwards and kissed him gently on the lips. "See you tonight, sweetheart," she whispered against them before climbing off him.
"W-what?" asked Ron, nonplussed. "Where're you going?"
"Fiji," Hermione replied lightly. "Shouldn't be more than a couple of hours."
Hermione smirked as Ron just blinked several times in response and made her way towards the bedroom door.
"You can't leave me here," laughed Ron as she turned the handle. "I have work in the morning!"
Unable to resist, Hermione faced him again as she opened the door and adopted an expression of mock-concern. "Well, you better hope I'm back before then or Harry might come looking for you."
And, before Ron could do anything more than look truly terrified, Hermione left the room, shaking with silent giggles.