Unspoken Harmony

the goblet of fire

Hermione moved swiftly up the stairs with a frown on her face and a candle in hand. Mrs Weasley guided her with one of the most annoying tasks ever. Waking up Harry but most importantly Ronald Weasley.
      Hermione liked Ron enough but god, it seemed that he couldn't stand when she was smarter than him. Which honestly was quite often. She smiled to herself as she reached the door and opened it to her horror Harry was shaking in his bed.

"Harry, Harry!" She yelled as he writhed as sweat poured from him. His eyes flung open and he started reaching for his glasses.

"Are you alright" she said softer than her last outburst.

"Hermione.. sorry bad dream why are you up here?" Harry groaned in the middle of his sentence pushing himself higher in his bed towards the wall that acts like his headboard. He brought the blanket over his waist while his face was flush red.

"Harry are you alright?" Hermione exclaimed putting a hand on his bed slightly leaning over him not noticing the blush creeping up his face.

"Yeah, sorry um what.. what are you doing in my- I mean our room?" Harry said stumbling through his words.

"Oh" Hermione exclaimed sitting next to his legs
"Well obviously Harry, I can't believe you don't remember you were raving about it last night the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Oh yeah obviously" Harry had an awkward smile on his face. Hermione slowly realized what might have been happening. She read about this in her mums office, she ran out of school books and somewhat curiously went over a biology book. Something to due with male arousal specifically in the early mornings right after they wake up.

Hermione stood up quickly red faced and stated dumbly "I have to wake Ron now" turned and moved towards Ron's bed.

"Wake up! Wake up Ronald" Hermione groaned in frustration. Pushing at his side until Ron was shook awake.

"Bloody hell" Ronald exclaimed

"Honestly.. get dressed, and don't go back to sleep." She moved towards the door and out into the hallway sticking her head back in looking towards Ron's bed. He was tucked back in face into his pillow. Anger made her flushed face dissipate slightly.

"Come on Ron! Your mother says breakfast is ready" she then reached for the nearest object and chucked it at him. Turned towards the door she then remembered Harry she turned to look at him he was still in the same position hands over crotch red in the face.
She turned before he could catch her gaze as she was almost equally embarrassed by her proximity when she sat next to his legs.

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"Ron where are we actually going?"
Harry asked Ron lugging a suitcase and a sack on his back. It looked as if everyone was going to go camping. He thought that they would just be flooing to the World Cup maybe even taking Mr Weasley's flying car to get there.

"I dunno really" Ron replied in a tired tone "hey dad, Where are we going?" Harry thought back to this morning he had a particularly weird dream which involved Hermione and not a lot of clothes.
        It was getting to the good part... "Jesus what am I thinking." He interrupted his own thoughts. She was getting undressed until he vividly heard her voice. He opened his eyes just to see an identical girl to his dream fussing over him.

Mr Weasley exclaimed cheerily "haven't the foggiest, keep up!"

He moved forward and Harry watched his hand go up as a voice loudly berated the red haired man.
"Arthur! It's about time son."