Hermione shook his shoulder a bit more, and though the world was still foggy and blurred, Ron sat up, not entirely awake, even though the room was illuminated. At least, not until he shifted on the bed, his leg sliding over onto a patch of wetness on the bed.
"What's..." he started, but very quickly the realization began to dawn on him, and it wasn't more than an instant before he was wide awake. "Bloody hell. Now? You're sure?"
Even before she'd answered, though, he was sliding out of the bed, trying not to panic, trying to remember everything they'd gone over in the past few months. Of course, there was a plan in place— Hermione bloody well always had a plan— but still in his pyjamas in the middle of the night, he hadn't calmed down enough to remember it just yet.
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Date: 2015-06-17 07:28 am (UTC)"What's..." he started, but very quickly the realization began to dawn on him, and it wasn't more than an instant before he was wide awake. "Bloody hell. Now? You're sure?"
Even before she'd answered, though, he was sliding out of the bed, trying not to panic, trying to remember everything they'd gone over in the past few months. Of course, there was a plan in place— Hermione bloody well always had a plan— but still in his pyjamas in the middle of the night, he hadn't calmed down enough to remember it just yet.