Aug 5, 2017
It was Saturday morning, the alarm clock on Ron’s bedside table told Hermione it was 8:06, entirely too early for Ron to even think about waking up, but Hermione was wide awake and so she gently lifted Ron’s arm from her body and kissed his cheek before slipping out of bed and picking up his shirt from the ground and putting it on. Taking one last look at Ron’s sleeping form, she left the room with a smile, heading to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea for a quiet morning of reading the prophet. Only when she stepped into the kitchen, she realized she wasn’t the only person in the flat to get an early start to their Saturday.
“Morning Harry, tea?”
@sacrificeborn
