WILDFLOWER, hermione granger.

oxxii. child of the cosmos

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OXXII. CHILD OF THE COSMOS
twenty two

       "IVY," HERMIONE SAYS IN A HUSHED VOICE AS SHE ENTERED THE ROOM TO WAKE BOTH RON AND IVY. (For the life of her, Hermione was actually surprised Ron and Ivy managed to not kill each other when Hermione woke up that morning and went down to the kitchen to fret over her bag.)

      She figures Ivy was the easier to awaken—only to be proven wrong. After several calls of Ivy, wake up, Hermione rolled her eyes and sat down on the edge of Ivy's bed, shaking the blonde.

       Ivy grunted, reaching out lazily to grab Hermione's hand and stop her. Hermione's cheeks turned rosy... guess it's now or never, Granger. Hermione leaned down, kissing Ivy's nose gently, causing the blonde's nose to scrunch up adorably. Hermione chuckled, pecking Ivy's lips.

       "If that's the wakeup call that I get everyday I wouldn't mind falling asleep," Ivy mumbled in a husky voice, squinting at Hermione's flushed face.

       "Well don't get used to it," Hermione shot back, a small smile on her lips. "It was either that or I'd throw a bucket of cold water on you. Now go wake up Ron."

       Ivy grimaced—a soggy bed was a no-go. "No second kisses?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at her, smiling fondly as she walked out. Ivy pouted, falling back on her bed and rubbed her face with a groan. "Beautiful."

       She threw her feet over the side of the bed, wincing at the ice cold feeling of the floor under her feet, although she relaxes quickly. Ivy grabbed a pillow, and propelled it onto Ron with all her might. "Wake the hell up, asparagus."

       Ron jolted, glaring at her. "Go to hell, Ivy," He exclaimed, hurtling it back towards her.

       Ivy stood fully, clad in grey sweatpants and a white sports bra (a usual sleep wear she'd adopted back in Hogwarts... it used to make Millicent Bulstrode and Daphne Greengrass so flustered)—unfortunately, the pillow hits her chest due to being tall as hell. "Frankly, asparagus, hell is empty and all the devils are here—"

       "Merlin, don't you have anything better to do?" Ron groaned, pulling his blanket over him. "For example, Hermione—"

       "Shut the fuck up, Ronald!" Ivy hissed, marching over to his bed and grabbed him by the ankles. Ron flailed and yelled in panic as she all but yanked him off of the bed and onto the floor.

       "You couldn't've just told me to wake up?"

       "Would you have gotten up if I did?"

       "Good question."

       Ivy rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag from beside her pillow. Before she could fully walk out, Ron yelled, "Go put some shirt on, will you? I don't know how you do it but bloody hell, it's freezing!"

       Minutes later, Ron and Harry found Hermione and Ivy downstairs in the kitchen. They were being served coffee and hot rolls by Kreacher, except Ivy was trying to blink the sleep out of her eyes.

       Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower, and Ivy was adamant on blowdrying it—the noise kept Hermione grounded. In place of sweatpants, were a pair of plaid pants and boots.