The next morning, Harry opened his eyes to a beautiful summer day. He yawned hugely, then let out a sudden yelp.
He had just bumped into a warm lump buried in the covers. Pulling back the sheets, the past night's affairs came to his mind with a jolt as he stared at the sleeping form of Hermione on his bed.
A slow grin spread over his face, and he launched himself at her, kissing her soundly. Hermione's eyes opened, and she also smiled at him through their kiss.
When they pulled back for air, breathing heavily, Hermione was the first to speak. "Well, that was a nice way to start off today," she said with a smile.
Harry grinned at her and hugged her. "Just nice to know you're here with me," he said, then glanced up at the clock across from him on the wall. "Holy Merlin! It's past ten!"
Hermione also sat up quickly and looked at the clock. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "Harry, Ron will be wondering where you are! He thinks you're sleeping in his room!"
Harry clapped a hand to his mouth, smothering the bad word that was about to pass through. "Oh, shit," he said, the bad word coming through anyway. "Oh, shit, I didn't even think of that!"
Hermione suddenly giggled. Harry looked at her quizzically. "I'm sorry," Hermione chuckled. "But it's so funny that The-Boy-Who-Lived didn't even think of something as simple as that!"
Harry rolled his eyes as Hermione giggled even louder. "Anyway," he continued, "what am I going to do? Sneak out of here and into the shower? Pretend I was in Ron's room the whole time?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, Ron would've woken up by now," she said. "He'll already know. They're probably all searching for you."
Harry leapt up from the bed. "Shit," he said. "Well, then, I'll just go take a shower. You- erm- get ready to take a shower."
Hermione giggled again, then nodded. Harry raced out of the room and to the bathroom.
*~*
As Harry walked out of the shower about ten minutes later, drying his hair, Hermione quickly went in. Just as Harry was getting ready to head downstairs, she came out, and with a quick smile at him, went into her room to get ready.
Harry quickly walked down the stairs, trying not to seem guilty. All of that was dashed, however, as he entered the kitchen and saw every single one of the Weasleys sitting there looking at him.
"Erm-" said Harry, trying to break the silence, "erm-"
All of a sudden, every single one of the Weasleys pulled out an AK-47 and shot him erupted in wild cheering, hooting, and clapping. Harry, very confused, just stared at them all.
Smiling, Mrs. Weasley came up to Harry and hugged him. "Congratulations!" she exclaimed. "You two finally realized it!"
"Er-" said Harry, still confused. "Realized it? Realized what?"
"Your's and Hermione's love for each other, of course!" exclaimed Ron, who had come up, too, and was now standing next to Harry, grinning broadly.
A smile began to spread across Harry's face. "You guys- knew?!" he exclaimed. "That we were meant for each other?!"
"Pshaw, of course we knew," said Ginny, also coming up. "How could we not know?"
Just at that moment, Hermione came down the stairs, looking confused. Almost as if acting on instinct, Harry grabbed her and kissed her. A loud cheer of hooting issued from the Weasleys.
When he released her, Hermione stumbled and blushed, her cheeks pink. "Erm," she said, "thanks?"
Ron grinned at her and Harry. "Finally, it's happened!" he exclaimed.
"But Ron," said Harry, confused, "I thought you liked Hermione!"
"Aw, no," said Ron. "Hermione's one of my best friends! I like Luna."
He realized what he had just said, and immediately turned bright red, as everyone else in the room broke out into laughter.
Harry and Hermione grinned at him as everyone, still laughing, settled down to eat their home-cooked breakfast, and have one of the best summers they'd ever had so far.