The sun had now fully rose, bathing the Burrow in a bright golden light. Harry and Hermione re-entered the Burrow having wanted to finally divulge into Mrs.Weasley's glorious cooking. The door creaked open as Harry and Hermione entered, causing Ginny and Mrs.Weasley to look up from a yellowing piece of parchment on the table. "Oh, Harry, Hermione dears, will you go wake Ron, we'll need to discuss the situation for the coming year. Hermione bounded up the endless stairs to Ron's almost-attic bedroom, Harry following in her wake. Hermione flung open the door and hollered "Ron... Ronald! Time to wake up.", then strided over to the window, and yanked open the curtains. The sudden brightness seemed to have an effect on Ron, for he sat bolt upright (though Hermione's yelling may have been a factor in it). "Blimey, Hermione, don't you knock! Harry, I didn't hear you get up" yawned Ron as he sleepily stood up and stretched his arms toward the sky. "Good morning to you to" said Hermione sarcastically and bent over to give Ron a kiss on the cheek. "Well I'll leave you two to get dressed" she said before leaving the room.