It was a quiet morning at the Burrow for Harry Potter, of course with the exception of the faint sounds of Ron snoring every now and then. As much as Harry loved to be at the Burrow with the Weasley's he missed Hogwarts. Harry had spent the whole summer with the Weasley's, thankfully avoiding the Dursley's, and he was having a great time. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny would play Quidditch most days, and even Hermione came to visit for a couple days, which really lighted Harry's mood.
In two days they would be back on the Hogwarts Express for another year, much to Harry's delight. He would get to be back in school without having to worry about the press trying to get an interview about what happened at the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"Ha-Harry? Harry is that you?" a sleepy Ron asked getting up yawning.
"Yeah mate. How did you sleep? I mean you kind of passed out after eating one of Fred and George's new 'candies'."
"Grah!" Ron moaned holding his head. "Fred and George are so dead, I can't believe they fed me that!"
"Ron, they didn't feed you it, they just knew you were going to try to eat it since you can't control yourself when it comes to food. Mate even though I know you passed out from eating them it was quite funny how you ended up landing." Harry stated.
"How did I end up landing?" Ron asked afraid of Harry's answer.
"Well Bill and Fleur came in after their date right when you were falling, and you kind of landed on Fleur on your way down. Your face was all blank and your body was limp dangling in Fleur's arms. Fleur almost barfed on you because you started drooling uncontrollably, but Bill took you from her arms bridal style and brought you up here. Oh! And your mum got in Fred and George's faces for feeding you that 'cursed candy', but they simply said, "How were we supposed to know that little Ronnekins was going to eat the candy?" Harry saw Ron's face going beet red from the unfortunate events that happened that night.
"Well as horrible as that is it's a good thing Hermione wasn't there to see that happen." Ron said getting up to take a shower.
Harry was confused, "what do you mean by that? Hermione has seen plenty of embarrassing stuff happen to you, remember second year and the slugs?" he asked scrunching up his nose getting the image of Ron barfing up slugs out of his head.
Ron chuckled at the memory. "Yeah, well that was then, and I'm older now and come to realize that Hermione is in fact a living breathing…girl." Ron mumbled while playing with a loose strand on his towel.
Harry could not believe what he was hearing. "Ron, what are you saying? Do you like Hermione?" Harry's voice was cracking as he said this.
"Well yeah I do." Ron said a little more confidently. "Ever since the Yule Ball last year. When I saw her on the arm of Viktor Krum. Bloody Bastard!" Ron added. "I got this pang of jealousy in me. When I saw her in those beautiful Blue-."
"Periwinkle." Harry corrected.
"Whatever, Periwinkle dress robes, how they flowed down to the ground making her stand out from everyone else in the crowd." Ron reminisced with a goofy smile on his red face.
Harry very well had known how beautiful she looked; he was the first one to see her descend the staircase. Harry, just like Ron, had felt a pang of jealousy towards Viktor Krum being Hermione's date to the ball and all, but at least he got to dance with her, unlike Ron who he now remembered sat sulking through out the whole ball making Padma Patil have the worst night of her life. Harry was still thinking about Hermione when he heard Ron's voice.
"I mean yeah I know Hermione's a plain bookworm. Remember when Rita Skeeter wrote about you two having a secret romance last year? Well I understand that must have been horrible to live with, out of all the girls she could have said, she said Hermione. She could have said someone pretty like Cho, but no she said Hermione. Let me tell you that was pretty hard to live with for me, but I know you would never love Hermione like that so I powered through it." Ron said patting Harry on the back reassuringly.
Harry listened to Ron speak out of respect, but the truth was he didn't mind all the romance gossip there was about him and Hermione, it was probably the only thing Rita wrote that he didn't mid her writing. Harry also was starting to get angry with Ron because of how much he was disrespecting her so he spoke before his fist would throw a temper tantrum. "Well all this talk about our best friend is making me hungry want to come down and get something for breakfast?"
"Of course, you know I think my mum is making eggs and bacon, my favorite!" exclaimed Ron throwing his forgotten towel in a heap on the ground. And Harry thankful he got Ron's mind off a certain curly haired brunette.