Mine Forever ( a Harmione fanfic )

Chapter 13

The soft light of dawn filtered through the windows, gently illuminating the living room of the Burrow. Hermione stirred awake first, her eyes fluttering open to the warmth of Harry's arm draped protectively over her. A blanket had been tucked around them, and Hermione smiled to herself, knowing Mrs. Weasley had probably placed it over them sometime in the night.

Still nestled close, Hermione turned her head slightly to look at Harry. His face was relaxed in sleep, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. She couldn't help but feel her heart swell as she gazed at him—this was her best friend, her partner, the boy she had grown up with and now, the man she loved. It felt so right, waking up next to him like this.

Harry stirred next to her, his body shifting slightly as his eyes blinked open. He squinted in the soft morning light and found Hermione staring at him, her expression filled with warmth and affection.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. He chuckled softly, giving her a light peck on the lips, a gesture so simple yet so meaningful.

"Morning," Hermione whispered back, a blush creeping up her cheeks as they shared a peaceful moment, their faces just inches apart.

But the tranquility didn't last long.

"Ahh, my eyes!" Ron's voice suddenly echoed through the living room, breaking the silence. He had just descended the stairs and spotted them on the couch. Covering his eyes dramatically, he darted toward the kitchen as if running for his life. "I didn't sign up for this! Save it for your own room, will you? Or shall I ask Mom to put a bed here instead of the couch?" he shouted over his shoulder, laughing as he went.

Hermione, rolling her eyes, reached for her wand, but before she could react, a hex came flying from the stairs. It wasn't hers.

"Shut it, Ronald!" Ginny snapped, descending the stairs with her wand drawn, her expression caught between annoyance and amusement. "Leave the lovebirds alone."

Ron dodged into the kitchen with a mock yelp, but Ginny didn't let it slide. "Honestly, it's too early for your dramatics. Besides," she added with a teasing grin, turning to Harry and Hermione, "you two are adorable."

Harry's face flushed crimson, and Hermione buried her face in his shoulder for a moment, equally embarrassed. Ginny's teasing was far less embarrassing than Ron's antics, but it still made the situation all the more flustering.

"Let's just go upstairs before more Weasleys show up," Harry whispered, pulling Hermione up with him as they both quickly darted toward the stairs, their laughter bubbling up despite the embarrassment. 

As breakfast continued, the Weasley clan was in fine form, teasing and laughing in between bites of Mrs. Weasley's delicious cooking. When Harry and Hermione finally descended the stairs and entered the kitchen, all eyes turned to them, mischievous smiles lighting up their faces.

"Oh look, the lovebirds have decided to grace us with their presence," George quipped, leaning back in his chair with a grin.

"Didn't think we'd ever see them again. Thought they'd just spend the whole day cuddling on the couch," Ginny added, winking at Harry, who flushed a deep red.

Ron, already halfway through his second helping of eggs, made an exaggerated gagging noise. "Please, no more! My eyes can't take it!"

"Ronald, behave!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, though even she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

Harry, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, took a seat next to Hermione, who was trying—and failing—not to laugh. Hermione gave Harry a soft nudge, and he chuckled, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the temple. This small gesture didn't go unnoticed, but the teasing subsided as everyone returned to their breakfast.