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Summery: Ron's having some troubles with keeping his body in check around hermione.
Harry knows and Hermione's not helping. Will he be able to keep himself under control?
I'm writing this bacause I can, what a surprise! No actually I'm writing this to entertain a friend of mine, you know who you are, hope you enjoy and review beaucoup times please! Thank you come again. Oh and if you haven't guessed by now my comp is retarded when it comes to word procesing.:^)
Oh yeah none of this but the plot is mine by the way. (Duh!)
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Chapter one - Not again!
"Ron, Honey, wake up." Ron twitched violently in his covers.
There was Hermione in nothing but her bathrobe slinking suggestivelytowards him telling him to -
wake up? That just make no sense. Why would Hermione tell him to wake up when he was obviously *uh
hem* awake staring straight at her and her slim, milky white, and probably extremely soft body.( He would
know soon enough it looked like.) She continued her walk until she was standing right there in front of him,
lifted her hands to his shoulders and----- started shaking the living daylights out of him yelling, "Ronald
Weasley wake up this instince you have a guest!"
Ron jerked awake and thanked Merlin for the thick quilt drapped over him, because his mom was
standing right over him with her hands on her hips giving him the do- what- I- say- now- or- you'll- regret- it
look, and you diffently don't iggnore that look and if it wasn't for that God sent quilt she would've guessed
why exactly he was too keen on waking up.
"Harry's down stairs, he just arrived. Now get out of bed! I'm going shopping." and she walked out with her
famous 'my children!' walk.
Ron slowly rolled out of bed and looked at the mess he made.
" Not again," he moaned," This has to stop, I can't...she wouldn't," he said pulling on some clean boxers and
getting ready to clean his bed," I have to stop doing that!"
"Doing what?" Harry came bounding through his door making a be line to his bed. Ron quickly covered his
bed. Harry stopped before he flopped on Ron's bed and gave him a confussed look. Then it struck him like a
wet poodle on hay day!
"Ron? You had a *uh hem* dream didn't you?"
"NO!" Ron said becoming flushed.
"So who was it?" No answer from Ron," Hm... could it be Fluer? No that's not right. Hm.... let me think, let me
think," Harry was enjoying seeing Ron squirm, besides turn about is fair play and Ron did find him in a
rather embrassing dream about a certain redheads red headed sibiling." I got it! It's-"
"Hello? Ron? Harry? Where is everyone?"
Harry smirked as Ron started turning redder. "Well there's your dream buddy now. Throwing Ron a
suggestive look, which turned Ron an even redder red.
"Shut up Harry!"
"Guys I hope You're decent because I'm coming up!" Hermione yelled from down stairs.
"Harry you got to help me I can't....,"Ron started panicing when he heard her start the walk up the stairs'"
keep her out of her for a few minutes I have to-" he said jestering to his bed.
"Right." Harry said grabbing Ron's chess set and bounding out the door yelling,"Hermione what about a
game of chess."
"Help me Merlin." Ron whispered to his cieling as he started cleaning up his bed.
"You'll need it!" the ghoul in the attic hollored.
Summery: Ron's having some troubles with keeping his body in check around hermione.
Harry knows and Hermione's not helping. Will he be able to keep himself under control?
I'm writing this bacause I can, what a surprise! No actually I'm writing this to entertain a friend of mine, you know who you are, hope you enjoy and review beaucoup times please! Thank you come again. Oh and if you haven't guessed by now my comp is retarded when it comes to word procesing.:^)
Oh yeah none of this but the plot is mine by the way. (Duh!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
Chapter one - Not again!
"Ron, Honey, wake up." Ron twitched violently in his covers.
There was Hermione in nothing but her bathrobe slinking suggestivelytowards him telling him to -
wake up? That just make no sense. Why would Hermione tell him to wake up when he was obviously *uh
hem* awake staring straight at her and her slim, milky white, and probably extremely soft body.( He would
know soon enough it looked like.) She continued her walk until she was standing right there in front of him,
lifted her hands to his shoulders and----- started shaking the living daylights out of him yelling, "Ronald
Weasley wake up this instince you have a guest!"
Ron jerked awake and thanked Merlin for the thick quilt drapped over him, because his mom was
standing right over him with her hands on her hips giving him the do- what- I- say- now- or- you'll- regret- it
look, and you diffently don't iggnore that look and if it wasn't for that God sent quilt she would've guessed
why exactly he was too keen on waking up.
"Harry's down stairs, he just arrived. Now get out of bed! I'm going shopping." and she walked out with her
famous 'my children!' walk.
Ron slowly rolled out of bed and looked at the mess he made.
" Not again," he moaned," This has to stop, I can't...she wouldn't," he said pulling on some clean boxers and
getting ready to clean his bed," I have to stop doing that!"
"Doing what?" Harry came bounding through his door making a be line to his bed. Ron quickly covered his
bed. Harry stopped before he flopped on Ron's bed and gave him a confussed look. Then it struck him like a
wet poodle on hay day!
"Ron? You had a *uh hem* dream didn't you?"
"NO!" Ron said becoming flushed.
"So who was it?" No answer from Ron," Hm... could it be Fluer? No that's not right. Hm.... let me think, let me
think," Harry was enjoying seeing Ron squirm, besides turn about is fair play and Ron did find him in a
rather embrassing dream about a certain redheads red headed sibiling." I got it! It's-"
"Hello? Ron? Harry? Where is everyone?"
Harry smirked as Ron started turning redder. "Well there's your dream buddy now. Throwing Ron a
suggestive look, which turned Ron an even redder red.
"Shut up Harry!"
"Guys I hope You're decent because I'm coming up!" Hermione yelled from down stairs.
"Harry you got to help me I can't....,"Ron started panicing when he heard her start the walk up the stairs'"
keep her out of her for a few minutes I have to-" he said jestering to his bed.
"Right." Harry said grabbing Ron's chess set and bounding out the door yelling,"Hermione what about a
game of chess."
"Help me Merlin." Ron whispered to his cieling as he started cleaning up his bed.
"You'll need it!" the ghoul in the attic hollored.