Dramione

One

Authors note: this story takes place after the war, after mcGonagal asked the 7th years to come back to hogwarts, because of the battle and everything.  Just wanted to let ya know. Enjoy!

Harry sat across from Ginny at the table, eagerly waiting to eat.  "Do you think they would  hurry up, I'm starving!" Ginny said to Harry.

"What do you suppose they're  up to anyways?" Harry asked, his eyes glued to a rather frustrated girlfriend.

"Isn't it obvious?" She furrowed her eyebrow looking back at her boyfriend. He shrugged his shoulders. "There probably snogging each other's faces off as usual." She turned back to her plate.

"Whose snogging each other's faces off?" George said walking in from the kitchen and taking a seat at the table.

"Why Ron and Hermione of course." Ginny said rolling her eyes at her brother.

"Don't get any Ideas sis" George said raising his eyebrows up and down, looking over at Harry.

"Bug off would ya?" Ginny glared at her brother, who was now interested in the rolls on the table. He reached out to grab one but felt a slap on the wrist.

"Hey what was 'at for?"

"No eating untill everyone gets here!" His sister spat.

"Harry back me up will ya?" He looked at Harry with a hopeful grin.

Harry felt Ginny's glare burrowing into his forehead and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry mate....can't help you there."

Mrs. Weasley walked into the burrows dining room with a casserole in hand setting it down on the table. "I'm always bugging you guys to stop, bickering it gets on my nerves. but o'coarse not you Harry, we're glad you could spend the holidays!" She looked over at her new guest.

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley it's a pleasure to be here." He grinned truly happy to be back at the burrow again.

"Well where is everyone one else at?" Mrs Weasley said wrinkling her forehead.

"Ron and Hermione are still upstairs, and dad is out front trying to clear the walk." Said Ginny replied with a groan.

"Why that old man, I don't understand why he insists upon shoveling the muggle way?"

"Well it can be quite an achievement, I suppose, 'at is at least what muggles say." Harry chimed in, remembering the dursleys, in which he was quite happy he didn't have to see them.

They were all soon disturbed by a scream from upstairs. "Ronald Weasley! Get back here I'm warning you." Hermione leaned over the stairway railing looking at the flights below. She let out an angry huff, quickly stomping her way down the stairs after him.

A flash of ginger hair flew into the dining room, as Ron took his seat at the table. Hermione angrily walked into the room glaring at Ron and sitting down next to Ginny.

"What I'd do?" Ron said with a confused look at Hermione who was now boring holes through him.

"Your insufferable Ronald, honestly, you don't even know what you've done?" Hermione spat at him in bewilderment.

"No! O'coarse not! Bloody hell 'Mione, you're acting mental." Ron felt a kick from Harry under the table.

"Me mental! Are you insane Ronald? You're the one who started this mess. Don't you see how stupid you've been?"