Igniting the Flames

Chapter One

Hermione's eyes fluttered open. She rolled over to her right side and found Ron still fast asleep. She propped herself up on her forearm and peeked past Ron through the window. It was raining; perfect weather for reading.

She smiled to herself as she lowered herself back down and grabbed her book off the nightstand, careful not to wake Ron. She fluffed up her pillows to raise her body a bit, and cracked open her novel.

It was a sad teen fiction book that Ginny had told her about- called The Fault In Our Stars. She couldn't hardly put this book down!

Ron stirred in his sleep and began to mumble something incoherent. Hermione stifled a giggle as he rolled over and grabbed the book from her hands.

"No books. Books bad," he grumbled, still asleep.

"Yes books. Books good," Hermione corrected him with a smile.

"Oh yeah, books good," he let go of the book and fell back to sleep with a few snores every once and a while.

Hermione picked the book back up and flipped to the page she had been reading. A few minutes later, Ron woke up.

"Hermione..." he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Why're you awake?"

"Because it's almost noon," she teased. Ron glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand and then shot Hermione a look.

"It is only 8:30 thank you very much," he sat up and scooted closer to his wife, who giggled.

"What're you reading now?" He asked. Ron swore Hermione was reading a new book every day.

"It's called the The Fault in Our Stars. Ginny recommended it," Hermione answered, looking up from her book page.

"That's a stupid name for a book, there's nothing wrong with the stars," said Ron, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Only you would take the book name seriously," Hermione giggled, and set the book back down.

"It's raining," Ron stated.

"Thank you Mr. Obvious, for stating something I figured out a long time ago."

"I was just saying, it looks like an inside day."

"I was thinking about cleaning," said Hermione, and Ron groaned.

"The house is clean Hermione. Let's do something!"

"And what do you suggest?"

"I don't know," Ron scrunched up his face in concentration.

"How about.... No...."

"Here, lets eat breakfast first and then we can come up with something," Hermione suggested, and Ron nodded.

"Good idea, I'm starving," Hermione rolled her eyes; Ron was always supposedly 'starving'.

"I just fed you yesterday," sighed Hermione in mock-exasperation.

"Haha. No, but really, I'm hungry."

Hermione shoved the covers off of her lap and stood up with a yawn, stretching her arms above her head.

Ron rolled across the bed and stood up behind her, wrapping his arms around her petite body.

"Ron... breakfast," she breathed as Ron began to nip at her ear.

"Ah, yes. I suppose I forgot." Hermione jokingly turned around and felt Ron's forehead, a mock- concerned look on her face.

"You? Forgot about food? You must be sick! I must take you to St. Mungo's right now!" She giggled, breaking free of Ron's grasp and running around the room with a grin.

"Well you were the one who put down the book! You must be sick!" Ron chased after Hermione, his long legs taking one stride in the time it took her to take two. He caught her quickly and grabbed her in a hug, lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

She slapped lightly at his back and shrieked.

"Ron! Put me down!" She laughed, her voice growing high pitched.

He carried her through the hall and down the stairs to their living room. He threw he back over his shoulder and she plopped down on the cushy sofa, giggling in a fit of hysterics.

"I shall go make breakfast now," Ron fled from the room before Hermione could reach her wand and put some jelly-leg hex or tickling charm on him.

"Oi, Weasley! This isn't over!" She called after him.

"Weasley, one! Granger, zero!" He laughed from the kitchen.

Hermione got up from the couch and sauntered into the kitchen, sitting down on a barstool, watching over the counter as Ron worked on making something.

"I don't intend to keep it that way for very long," grinned Hermione, and she waved her wand at the ingredients Ron had out. They began to mix themselves, and Ron turned to her with a fake hurt expression on his face.

"You didn't like my cooking?" He asked in a pathetic voice.

"I love your cooking, dear, but this gives us more time to-" she stood up from the barstool and walked over to Ron.

"Ooh," he breathed.

"Get even!" She cried, jumping on his back. He spun around, trying to grab her but she clung to him like a koala.

"That's it, Granger! You're going down!" Ron grabbed the hose from the sink and sprayed above his head, getting Hermione in the face.

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!" She screeched.

She jumped down from his back and slipped on the wet floor, ending up on her butt. Ron laughed and stepped back, but proceeded to fall on his rear end as well.

They were both sitting on the wet kitchen floor, just laughing at themselves and each other when the timer went off, signaling that their oatmeal was done.

Ron grabbed two bowls and dished some up, handing a bowl to Hermione.

They ate hurriedly, every once and a while shooting each other looks of vengeance.

After they were done, they threw the bowls in the sink and scrambled away from one another. Hermione had an idea.

She ran down the hallway into their storage room and found a box from when they moved. Hermione opened it and dug around inside.

She found what she was looking for and grinned. She pulled the two Nerf Guns out and loaded them.

She slunk into the living room and threw a gun on the floor at Ron's feet and fired a few shots at him, hitting him the chest. He stumbled back as if he had actually been shot.

"OH YOU'RE ON GRANGER!"