Hermione walked across the the lawn outside the Weasley's burrow. The night was cold and her bag felt like it weighed a hundred kilograms. Every step was muffled and she hoped she could slip away without waking anyone. "Hermione!" called a familiar voice from behind her. Hermione turned to see Ron running towards her, before she could disapparate he seized her into his arms. "Where the bloody hell do te think you're going 'Mione?" detto Ron with a sign of anger in his voice. Realizing that Hermione was shivering, he quickly took off his giacca and wrapped it around her. "Ron" whispered Hermione...
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