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CHAPTER 7

The next day dawned, and everyone knew about Hermione’s recovery. Fred and George had been sneaking around in the early hours of the morning, setting dung bombs up around the house. They had crept past Hermione room, and seen Hermione asleep with her head on Draco’s chest, her hand clamped tightly around his. They laughed silently over it for a bit, then woke everyone up to tell them. They then spent the best part of the morning making up poems (“Because only total thick wits like you two would think up something as cruel as that!” Ginny had said, when she read one).

Hermione didn’t wake till midday, neither did Draco. When she did awake, she could hear Ginny shouting something offensive at Fred and George, and the clatter of tea trays downstairs. She guessed Mrs Weasley was making dinner. She woke Draco up abruptly.

“Wozgoinon!” he said sleepily, looking round.

“Its late.” She said, “We’ve slept through breakfast!” She was about to get up when Draco grabbed her wrist.

“Are you bothered?” He asked. Hermione caught the glimpse in his eye and giggled, but pulled away from him.

“Come on,” she said rather seriously, “I’m starving.”

Hermione and Draco made their way slowly down to lunch. Everyone was in the Dinning Room, talking excitedly and eating a full Sunday lunch, enjoying themselves.

“Hermione!” Harry had noticed her staring round the Dinning Room. Everyone looked up.

"Oh, how are you Hermione dear?” Mrs Weasley bustled over as usual, already worrying about Hermione again, “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? When did you wake up?”

“Um…fine, yes, yes, last night.” Hermione said plainly.

“Oh erm, sorry dear.” Mrs Weasley apologised, “I was just so worried about you!” She ushered Hermione into a chair, and Draco beside her. Meanwhile, the twins had started a chorus of “Olay!” and most people had joined in. Mrs Weasley piled heaps of chicken and potato onto Hermione plate in no time, and covered them deeply in thick warm gravy. Hermione grinned across the table at everyone. Mr Weasley was now trying to make a toast above the noise, Harry and Ron were trying to help Ginny who was chocking on a piece of chicken, and Fred and George were still singing aloud, Bill and Charlie were talking half-mindedly to Percy about The Ministry of Magic, but not really listening, and Mrs Weasley had finally sat down and was now helping herself to potatoes. Draco was beside Hermione.

“You OK?” He asked warily, “I mean really?”

“I’m fine.” She said smiling, “I’m fine.” She rubbed his hand gently with one finger, “When I’m with you, anyway.” She whispered. He smiled back at her. They were now looking into each other’s eyes.

“Hemhem!” Ron was staring at them like they had just said a disgusting swear word, “People trying to eat.”

“Oh sorry!” Hermione said sarcastically, “Do you want us to snog when you’ve finished?” Draco blushed. Ron looked gob struck, and even the twins had stopped singing to listen to the conversation.

Whoa! Too much info!” Fred said, looking rather disgruntled.

“Yeah.” George continued, ”We’re eating!”

“That’s exactly why I said,” Hermione was looking smug, “Do you want us to snog after dinner?” Ginny started to choke again.