A/N: Just a new little project of mine so I can shower the world with Ron and Hermione oneshots and drabble as often as I please. Half-Blood Prince gives me all the feelings. I need to express them.

The Ron Weasley Alphabet

A is for Abstinence

"Abstinence. Can you believe it?"

"I think McGonagall's trying to tell you something, Romilda."

"Oh, shut up. It's the stupidest password we've ever had."

"It's certainly easy to remember."

"It's certainly not something I want to think about every time we come back to the common room."

"You do realize the word isn't just used in reference to sex?"

Hermione clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in annoyance and shifted to a more comfortable position in her arm chair by the fire. She was very much over girls like Romilda Vane. Day in and day out, they seemed to follow her, to taunt her. They talked about the newest shade of eye shadow they had bought, whined about how pointless their assignments were, and lusted over the male population of Hogwarts.

She could hardly blame them. Okay, so she didn't understand what was so important about Galleon being a far superior a shade to Golden Snitch on brown eyes. She also found the majority of her assignments to be, at the very least, productive. But Hermione was at a co-ed boarding school, and she was surrounded by teenagers. Of course they were going to talk about their peers in a…romantic manner. What bothered her about it was that most girls didn't seem to have much of a filter. No standards, no appreciation for the opposite sex. They seemed to think any guy who looked their way was adorable. Anytime a boy said something rude, he was the bad boy they'd love to rebel with. And if a guy played Quidditch? They were putty just talking about him.

Within moments, Romilda and her friend had disappeared upstairs to the girls' dormitories. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her text. Well, she tried to. She was successful until-

"Won-Won, you've got frosting-here, I'll get it."

Hermione glanced up just in time to witness Lavender using her tongue to remove the offending substance away from the corner of Ron's mouth. She looked away before it could be of more help to her ex-best friend. Breathe, she reminded herself. Breathe. Swallow. Count to ten. Whatever you do, don't throw up…whatever you do, don't cry. It was silly that she felt this way every single time she saw them together.

As if matters couldn't possibly get any worse, Hermione had just begun a fresh paragraph when she heard, "…doesn't matter how I know. I just do."

"It does, too. I have to make sure you have a reliable source."

Romilda and her friend had returned with book bags filled to the brim with text books and parchment. They sat on the sofa across from the obscene couple, just a few feet away from Hermione.If they come anywhere near my armchair-

She paused to mentally correct herself. It wasn't really her armchair. If it belonged to anyone, it would be Ron. It had been his favorite as far back as she could remember. It was right next to the fireplace, perfect for cold nights, which happened more often than not during the school year. Lately, she had taken to sitting in it every opportunity she got. When the seat wasn't occupied by Ron, it seemed to be occupied by her. She hadn't seen anyone else in it for weeks, maybe not since the start of the term. She remembered with a smirk the first time she had sat there.

It was after one of the first Quidditch practices since break. Hermione had strolled into the common room with her mind on the upcoming prefect meeting that night, not to mention the three essays she had begun and couldn't quite seem to finish effectively. She needed a change of scenery, as she had spent nearly all of last term in the library, and she needed to be as far away from the younger students as possible. She resigned to an armchair close to the fire and proceeded to pull out one of her many essays for proofreading.

She had only been sitting for a matter of minutes when she heard the tell-tale giggles approaching. Irritated, she glanced up to glare at the intruders. As she did so, she saw that Ron had stopped just a few feet away. He was watching her with a very confused expression on his face. After a moment of her own confusion, Hermione realized where she was-in his armchair. A few months ago, Ron might have sparked a row or even squeezed in next to her, claiming she owed him for causing him such an inconvenience. But that night, he simply stared before Lavender dragged him away to a free loveseat.

Hermione had watched him go, feeling slightly embarrassed. She never sat near the fire unless was with Harry and Ron. Of course, the one night she neglected library she would end up in his seat. He must have thought she was playing some sort of game with him. She felt him glancing over at her occasionally for the rest of the night.

She had since taken to sitting there every time she found herself in the common room. It was the first time that she was allowing herself to feel without guilt since their falling out. She missed him. Yes, he had wronged her, and maybe she had every reason to be angry at him…but she still missed him. If there were ever doubts that this was his seat, they had been washed away the first night she had sat there. His scent seemed to be sewn into the cushions. Just sitting in his chair made her feel his presence. It made her miss him a little less.

It was hard to think about missing him, however, when he was sitting just a few yards away with that tart he called his girlfriend. It only made Hermione angry and upset. She had a very hard time missing him when he was making her feel rotten. Romilda and her gossip didn't help matters.

"Won-Won, you can finish this later. It's not due for another two days!"

Hermione was also very much over girls like Lavender Brown. She pulled her book up in front of her face and glanced over the edge. Was Ron…doing his homework? Early? Her eyes found a very irate Ron grasping at the air just ahead of where Lavender was holding his essay at bay. "No, no. Not until you kiss me." She let out a high-pitched giggle that chilled Hermione like nails on a chalkboard.

"Lav, come on, I've got to finish," Ron whined. "I've got practice the next two nights, and with prefect stuff, I won't have any time to-"

"Just one," Lavender sang. "One little kiss and I'll let you have it back." Ron sighed and granted Lavender her wish. Unfortunately, Lavender got rather carried away, and Hermione looked down again, but not before she caught a glimpse of that damn tongue again.

"Lavender, seriously, stop. Give me my paper back."

"You're no fun tonight." Hermione chanced another look and was delighted to see that Lavender was removing herself from the red-head with a scowl on her face. "Fine, I'm going to find Parvati. If you need anything-" She stopped to smile slyly and tugged at his tie. Ron grimaced. "Well, you know where I'll be." She pranced away in search of her friend and Hermione turned her attention back to Ron.

He sighed in frustration and loosened his tie. Hermione noted that he had neglected the top few buttons on his shirt. His creamy white chest peaked out just above his low-hanging tie. She stared at the skin, admiring it from afar. Ron stretched and yawned, and as he did so, his shirt rode up just ever so slightly…she caught the top bit of fabric from his boxers and moved her eyes up, taking advantage of his temporary position to see even more skin. She could feel her jaw go lax. His abdomen-what she could see of it, at least-was incredibly toned.

"Don't forget the bloody password," Romilda called out to her friend. Hermione snapped out of her daze and glanced over at the girls on the sofa. The one was packing away her supplies.

"I won't," she grumbled to Romilda. "Because I, unlike you, think it's a lovely idea on McGonagall's part." She swung her bag over her shoulder, but Romilda wasn't finished with her yet.

Hermione scowled and looked back at her book. She had to agree with the girl; it was good of McGonagall to remind her students that they were here to learn and not for a hormone exhibition. Even something as subtle as the password was sure to remind the students of the rules. Speaking of, Hermione checked her watch. She only had another hour until the prefects meeting, and then she was on patrol duty for an hour after that. She groaned and turned her attention back to the text.

She had barely begun the next sentence when Ron cleared his throat. Unable to resist, her eyes slid up and she found her mouth gaping once again. His tie had already been undone and his shirt untucked the last time she'd looked, but now he was running his fingers through his hair. The already unkempt locks settled in every which direction, giving him…well, what, according to the girls she shared a dorm with, could only be described as sex hair.

Hermione gulped as the term flashed across her mind. She understood the term better now than she ever had before. Unbidden visions of his hair and many other ways it could come to this style, all of which involved her and a very empty classroom a few floors below, invaded her head. She shook it back and forth, as though she was trying to shoo them away like flies.

"I'll be back by curfew," the girl a few feet away told Romilda as she gathered the last of her things into her hands. "It's simply too loud to concentrate in here."

"If by loud you mean crowded with attractive boys, then, yes, it is." Hermione never thought she would find herself agreeing with Romilda so readily. "Of course, you have to welcome distractions sometimes. I know I do."

"Of course you do."

There was a snort and Hermione looked up, abandoning all pretense of reading. Ron shook his head at the younger girls and looked away, locking eyes with Hermione in the process. She felt her breath catch but willed herself not to show it. They stared awkwardly for a few long moments before he grinned sheepishly and returned to his essay with red ears.

Hermione's entire body was flooded with heat. Here he was, looking absolutely disheveled, and then he had the nerve to go and look bashful? Something about the scene before her had absolutely captivated a side of herself that she did not particularly like showing the world. His muscular forearms flexed as he added to his parchment. If she had not already been drooling, she must have been leaking saliva by now. Her eyes traveled along his body, admiring it bit by bit, all the way up to-

He licked his lips. His tongue traveled all the way around the edge of his mouth in an antagonizing, long motion. What wouldn't she give to be those lips right then and-

This was her undoing. She slammed her book shut much louder than she had meant to, causing both of the girls, Ron, and a few others to look in her direction. "Oh, dear God," she muttered under her breath as she shoved the book into her bag and yanked on the zipper. If she hadn't been so flustered, it might have taken her half as much time just to pack up her bag. She swung it on one of her shoulders as she hurried out of the room, trying desperately to catch her breath.

"Well, I'm out," the girl said as she began to follow Hermione out of the common room at a much slower pace.

"Don't forget the password," Romilda called after them.

Hermione sighed. That would hardly be a problem for her, seeing as she was beginning to agree with Romilda.

Abstinence was definitely over rated.

A/N: If you have suggestions for any letter of the English alphabet, they would be greatly appreciated. 3

I've got B, but C is coming up, and it's a bit tricky...