Chapter 10: Good Morning

"They were new." Was all Hermione said, arms crossed in frustration. They had put two table together and were laying under them. Much to Hermione's disapproval, Ron was making a collage from the magazines they had found and sticking them above on their makeshift ceiling. "And we're going to get in trouble."

"For this? Hermione no one will miss these." He used his wand to cut out the shape of a star and levitated it above her face. She laughed and swatted it away. She grabbed one of the magazines on his stomach and began to make cutouts with him. "Hermione Granger cutting up a book. I never-"

"This is not a book!"

"I never thought," He said louder, "I would see the day!" She nudged him and he did the same back until it turned into another battle. Ron used his other hand and lightly grabbed her elbow "Will we ever stop fighting?"

"I doubt it." She said laughing. She rolled over so her chest was on top of his. Her hands reached for his hair and she massaged his scalp. She looked down at the hair running through her fingers "I feel bad for our children."

"Oh, we're having children?"

"Yes I'm pregnant. Shut up." He chuckled and she pulled his hair lightly. "They have the possibility of having frizzy red hair. We could have frizzy ginger children."

"That's horrible." They laughed, both of them realizing that the tiredness was talking. Hermione shivered and Ron pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her tighter. "Are you tired?" She nodded against his chest. "Go to sleep."

"What are we going to do tomorrow?"

"We'll figure that out when we wake up." He paused and kissed the top of her head, "This'll be some story to tell our frizzy ginger children." They both smiled, knowing that even if they did have frizzy ginger children, they would be beautiful, because they would be their's.

Ron looked up at all the stars and hearts they made. He noticed the one Hermione had made had their initials in it. "Hermione?" He said, but she was already sleeping. He uncurled one of his arms from her torso, she snuggled closer to him. He reached up and carefully pulled the heart off. He folded it up and put it in his pocket, trying very hard not to disturb the slumbering girl.

He returned his arm to it's original spot and closed his eyes, letting sleep end a night he would never forget.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open and for a very brief moment she thought it was all a dream. She then realized that she was currently awakening on top of a certain Ronald Weasley, underneath a table with hearts, stars, and flowers taped to the bottom of it. She giggled.

Ron groaned upon waking up and Hermione could feel the rumble from his chest. His eyes opened and he squinted them shut again. "Wasn't a dream." he said happily, the sleep still there in his voice.

"Shhh." She said quietly, and then shook her head.

"Good morning." Ron said, barely audible.

"Good morning." She smiled and bit her lip. He leaned up and kissed her lightly.

"What time is it?" She shrugged and heard the cough of Madam Pince. Panic took over Ron's face, "What are we going to do?"

"I have an idea."

"Ron, I told you that the book was checked out, I was here yesterday!"

"Well maybe they brought it back!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Ronald, we're the only ones here. The library just opened and we were here until closing yesterday." She turned to Madam Pince, "Good morning again. Sorry to bother you so early."

Madam Pince looked at the children bewildered, "Yes, not a problem at all. I'll see you later on this evening, Ms. Granger." She nodded and the pair walked away, still arguing but holding hands. She watched them leave and noticed that Hermione wasn't wearing shoes and that their clothes looked unreasonably wrinkled for so early in the morning.

Madame Pince was positive that no one had entered the library that morning. She walked to the back to where they and noticed a pair of shoes sitting in the middle of the floor, and ripped up magazine. She tilted her head and decided it was better for her not to know.

Hermione and Ron walked into the Great Hall, hand in hand. They were met with turned heads and gasps. Lavender's jaw dropped and Cormac's oatmeal plopped back into his bowl. Their friends were waiting for them, with faces of shock and joy. Ron squeezed Hermione's hand and she laughed. They sat down in front of their best friend who was currently staring at them in disbelief. Ron turned to Hermione and she smiled at the boy across from them.

"Good morning, Harry. Loads to tell you!"

AN- I don't have an excuse. I'm sorry. This is the end! I feel horrible for not updating in who know's how long, and I hope that the people who were reading didn't give up on it.

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