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Shower Conversations

"Bloody hell, should not have partied that hardy with the guys last night" I think as I get out of bed. My head hurts…so does the rest of me. I hope the cats alright, because my tongue feels like I ate him. Every step I take on my way to the bathroom send waves of hang over pain through my head. The suns barley up and the moon is still fully visible.

It's going to be a long day. Bill and Fleur are getting married, and mom is more frantic then either the bride or groom. Funny how that works isn't it? I figure that getting a shower at this early hour may be my only hope of bathing anytime soon, and on my own schedule.

Warm water, my friend, not too hot…not too cold. I lean my forehead against the cool tile of the shower, a light steam rising from the spray, moving in slow clouds that seem as lazy as I feel. I hear the door open and close quietly,

"Who's there?" I ask tentatively, scared to death its Fred and/or George coming to scald me, freeze me or embarrass me in some combination of the former pair.

"It's only me" I hear from the far side of the curtain. I was afraid it would be one of the twins, this could be worse. Even her voice does things to me no one else could.

"Mornin' 'Moine," I say trying to keep my wits about me, "You're up early" oh that was smart to say. Thank you captain obvious!

"So are you." she replies, so cool, she couldn't melt butter. "This is all really romantic, don't you think?" I peak out around the shower curtain, trying desperately to figure out what's going on,

"What you mean me showering at an ungodly hour and you sitting on my bathroom vanity?"

"No," she sighs at me, like I've missed the whole point of the conversation, "this wedding, all the family, and all the love. Its romantic, I want a wedding just like this." "It's your funeral, er, I mean wedding" I say, to her, trying to keep myself as dead pan as possible.

"Ha-Ha," comes her retort "funny. For that, you should be punished" I pull the curtain to my shoulder, looking around it at her,

"Oh spank me, please" it sounded cool to say in my head, but I'm sure I look lame with shampoo in my hair running down my forehead. But she did look cute, in her matching shorts and tank-top pajama set, sitting on the counter next to the sink, her legs crossed, leaning against the slowly fogging mirror.

"If you don't finish that shower soon, I'm coming in. I want to bathe before the zoo wakes up." She warns.

"Hey there's lots of room" I chortle, as she giggles. As I stand with my face in the running water, a cool breeze traces my back and legs. I glance behind me to find the source of the new breeze, and am sure I've lost consciousness in the shower and am now dreaming, and at risk of drowning. Hermione stands behind me, her hair falling loosely on her shoulders. The stream rises around her in clouds; all I can do is stare.

"I warned you" she says, trying to look stern, but something is really lost when she's wearing as little as I am. My heart is pounding out of my chest. She looks at me, looking at her, and she smiles shyly

"What have you never seen a naked woman before Ron?" She asks and I just gape at her, "Well…ya" I stammer, trying to find my brain and some train of thought. Well I already have a train of thought, but it has nothing to do with conversation.

"I've seen naked women, but they've always been older women. Not old," I recover "just older then me, like my mum. Don't ask, it brings back bad childhood memories" She laughs.

"Well stop hogging the water because I'm not leaving until I have a shower." "Alright" I surrender, as though it took a lot of persuasion. We pass in the tub her front to my back. Her nipples brush against my back and I can't suppress a small groan. Hermione and I have been close before, but never like this. Clothes removed, and water added. Sweet Merlin I think I may die. I turn to face her as she tips her head back into the stream, the water tracing her outline. Streaming over every nook and cranny of her body. Defiantly going to die. She wipes the water from her eyes, and looks at me, again looking at her.

"Like something you see?" she asks playfully.

"Yes!" I declare before I've even thought, "I mean, sorta." She smiles at me, "Pass me the shampoo, would you?" she asks, as if she hasn't completely flustered me for what seems like the umpteenth time in less then an hour. I hand her the shampoo, but for some reason, as she grasps it to take it from me, my hand won't release the bottle. She tugs, and I hold on, she looks at me for a moment,

"Fine you do it." she says, stepping closer to me, then turning her back to me. Yep I'm gonna die. Without speaking I lather my hands in shampoo, and begin to wash her hair. Slowly, tentatively at first, then realizing that I'm not going to break her, a little more lavishly. I run my finger tips over her scalp, and she moans quietly, relaxing against me. Her body pressed so close to mine I can see the water droplets on her skin.

"There" I say placing an adequately soaped plait over her shoulder a moment later.

"Thanks," She replies stepping away from me and into the water once more "That felt really good." I smile at her and pick up my favorite bar of soap.

"Wait," she says "let me" Its more of a question then an order. I nod; unable to speak. Why have you failed me now, voice? She takes the bar from me, and begins to run the bar and her hands over my shoulders and neck. I avoid looking at her, although I'm not sure why. She disposes of the soap and begins running her hands down my chest, my breath catches in my throat. She pauses, and I chance a look at her. She looks in to my eyes in a way that I have never seen, and before I can figure out why, she captures my lips with hers. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close to me, the way I've been wanting to do for as long as I can remember. I run my tongue along her lower lip, where it meets with hers. She puts her arms around my neck tangling her fingers in my hair as our kiss deepens.

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG

"RON, GET OUT OF THE SHOWER" Fred yells, "I WANT IN THERE!"

She pulls gently away from lips,

"We better go" she says, looking as disappointed as I feel. Remind me to hex Fred later.