Mine Forever ( a Harmione fanfic )

Chapter 11

The next morning at the Burrow was quiet and peaceful, but not for long. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the house started to come alive. Harry woke to the smell of sizzling bacon and the faint sound of voices downstairs. He smiled, knowing today would be different—it wasn't just another ordinary day at the Weasleys'. Today, everything felt... new.

He glanced over at Hermione, who had fallen asleep beside him on the couch. It wasn't planned, but after last night's cozy moments, they had drifted off together, tangled in each other's warmth. A soft blanket had been thrown over them—probably by Mrs. Weasley, always looking after everyone. Harry smiled, feeling a mix of comfort and joy. For once, they weren't waking up to battle or chaos—just the quiet of a new day at the Burrow.

Careful not to wake her, Harry shifted slightly, trying to process the newness of it all. He and Hermione had been through so much as friends, and now, this new chapter of their relationship was exciting but unfamiliar. As he moved, Hermione stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

"Morning," she whispered, her voice soft and a little groggy.

"Morning," Harry replied, smiling down at her. "Sleep well?"

Hermione nodded, a smile tugging at her lips as she stretched. "Better than I have in a long time."

They exchanged a quiet look, a mix of affection and nerves. This was new ground for them—being best friends for so long, they were still adjusting to the idea of being more than that. The lines between friendship and something deeper were blurry, and they didn't want to make things awkward.

Just as Hermione sat up, the sound of footsteps came from the kitchen, followed by the familiar voice of Ginny calling out, "Are you two awake yet? Breakfast's ready!"

They both jumped, exchanging a quick glance before hurriedly untangling themselves from the blanket. Harry's cheeks flushed slightly as they stood up, trying to look casual.

"Coming!" Harry called back, a bit too quickly.

Hermione stifled a laugh. "We should probably get downstairs."

Harry nodded, though he couldn't help but feel like they'd already been caught. As they made their way to the kitchen, they tried to act as normal as possible, but the Weasley household was rarely fooled.

In the Kitchen

The Weasleys were already gathered around the breakfast table, with Mrs. Weasley in full swing preparing plates for everyone. As Harry and Hermione entered, Ginny gave them a knowing smile, and Ron looked up from his plate, smirking.

"Sleep well on the couch, did you?" Ron teased, raising an eyebrow.

Harry's face reddened slightly, and Hermione gave Ron a pointed look, though her own cheeks were a little flushed. "It wasn't planned," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Ginny snickered. "Sure, it wasn't."

Mrs. Weasley, ever the peacemaker, glanced over and smiled. "Sit down, you two. We're having a big day today."

Harry and Hermione exchanged another quick look, trying to stifle their own awkward laughter as they sat down. The teasing might've been light, but they knew they'd have to be a little more careful about stealing moments of privacy.

By late morning, the teasing had reached a peak, and Harry was ready to escape. Thankfully, Ron had the perfect distraction.

"Oi, Harry! You up for a game of Quidditch?" Ron asked, pushing his chair back.