Title: She Would Never Know

Rating: R

Characters: Hermione, Harry, Ron

Summary: It's the summer time and the trio is at the Burrow. Hermione goes to take a shower, not knowing she's closely followed by Harry and Ron.

Warnings: serious lack of smut in first chapter, voyeurism.

Disclaimer: don't own them.

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After a great dinner at the Weasleys the trio went contentedly to the living room.

"How about a nice game of chess?" Ron asked Harry hopefully.

"Yeah alright" Harry shrugged. "What about you Hermione?" Harry asked her.

"Oh, that's quite alright. I have my book with me" she answered with a smile.

"Cool, let's go" Ron said, eager to defeat Harry again.

Harry and Ron started their game and Hermione sat on a couch beside them reading. After about half an hour into their game, Hermione got up and yawned. "I think I'd be heading to the shower and then go to bed, goodnight!"

"Goodnight Hermione" Ron called from his chair and stared at her as she went up the stairs. "Night.." Harry mumbled from his seat. He was quite sweaty now; he knew that he was close to losing.

"Hey Harry, want to do something a bit more interesting?" Ron asked, still looking at the retreating back of Hermione.

Something in his tone made Harry look up to him inquisitively.

"What have you got in mind?" Harry inquired.

"Well.." Ron began, falling back into his chair and looking straight at Harry.

"When was the last time you saw a naked girl?". Harry was taken aback by that, and like Ron; fell back into his chair.

"I.. I.." he staggered over his words, he just realized he was blushing furiously.

Even though Harry and Ron were the best of friends they have never really talked about those things. Sure, they have talked about Ron kissing Lavender and Harry kissing Cho but that was it. They have never actually had a 'boy talk'.

"And your aunt doesn't count" Ron said with a smirk, yanking Harry out of his thoughts.

"I know that" Harry snapped; that was one incident he wished he could forget.

There was a moment of silence in which Ron looked intently at Harry.

"Fine. I've never seen one. Ok? Are you happy now? It's not like you have seen one either!" he wasn't exactly sure if that were true or not. He was hoping it was, though.

"You're right, I haven't. But now it's our chance to correct that." Ron said mysteriously, Harry noticed he had an evil glint in his eyes. "What do you mea-" Harry started and then stopped. It suddenly dawned on him exactly what Ron was talking about.

He reflexively turned to look behind him, to where Hermione was minutes ago. "Ron.. I don't-" Harry started and was interrupted.

"Listen a minute, Harry", Ron said hastily. "This might be our only chance. Just think how easy it could be.. You take your invisibility cloak, we sneak in together, she doesn't notice a thing. We sit there, we watch, we learn something new about the female anatomy and when she's done – we're done and we're out of there."

"Ron!" Harry was now very ticked off with him. "We are her best friends! She trusts us!"

"So?" Ron stretched leisurely on his chair and didn't look the least bit concerned by Harry's accusations.

"We are first and foremost men. It is our right; we need to satisfy our sexual urges and what better way to do that than to take a peek at our female friend taking a shower? No harm done. She would never know."

Harry surveyed him skeptically, "I really don't think we should do this, Ron".

Ron studied him closely; "What do you really want Harry? Do want to stay like this forever? We are at the age when we're supposed to do those things, to want those things. You've grown up way too fast – from a kid you are an adult. You've skipped adolescence. Now it's your chance to maintain your right as a teenager. And it's not like you've never thought about it before." He added, then paused.

"She would never know, Harry", he whispered.

As if on cue, the water in the bathroom started pouring.

"It's now or never Harry. It's your call". Ron finished talking and raised his eyebrows, waiting for Harry to speak.

Harry closed his eyes. He could see in his head Hermione's wet and delicate body covered with tiny drops of water, her hair cascading down her back with soft, wet locks. Completely unaware of anything except for herself and her soap.

He made a weird growling noise.

What did he really want? He knew what he wanted that was sure, or at least, his cock knew.

Oh, hell. She would never know.

Harry looked up to Ron and smirked. Ron never looked happier in his life.

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