A/N: in which Ron and Hermione are trying to fight particular urges.
I do not own the Harry Potter series or it's characters.
Hermione sat behind Ron in class. You'd think this wouldn't be a problem, he was just her friend, and Merlin knows she would never let a friend distract her in class. But no, apparently Ronald was a lot more than a friend. Hermione stared at his back, he was hunched over, pretending not to exist. Hermione assumed he always slouched because he felt so awkward being taller than everyone else, and she never liked it when he slouched, but now it was the most beautiful thing in the world. His shirt would lift slightly, either showing off his pale skin dotted with little freckles, or the trim of his boxers. And his shoulders stretched when he wrote. Causing his shirt to stretch just the tiniest bit. Hermione had soon realized how broad those shoulders actually were. And how he would never stop touching that bright red hair of his. Hermione assumed much like his height, he was self conscious of it. He had no reason to be, it was simply gorgeous, she wished she could tug at it, feel it in between her fingers.
Oh and how he talked in class! Hermione found this very irritating, and wished it would stop, but she had to admit she loved that smile of his when he whispered something to Dean, it was something she was completely greatful for, seeing as what was going on it their lives.
Hermione was sitting next to him at breakfast, it was a Sunday, meaning no uniforms, which Ron was particularly greatful for. He glanced at Hermione, she was reading a book, as she stuffed scrambled eggs into her mouth. Ron couldn't help but smile at her, hunched over her plate like she was guarding it from him. He assumed she was trying to get to the library, to finish Snapes homework for next Monday. Ron looked down. Hermione was wearing shorts that reached just above her knees. Hermione's thighs killed him above everything. For some reason he loved them. He had to admit Hermione wasn't super skinny, which Ron loved. He loved her legs and wanted them bare and wrapped around him. His ears turned red and he quickly looked up. Harry had noticed, Ron knew he had because a smile almost formed on his face, then he made a weird look, as if trying to squash it, and looked back down at his Daily Prophet newspaper. Ron looked down again. Oh it was a blessing and a curse to be tall! Hermione was wearing a v- neck, nothing too revealing in the front, seeing as she was wearing a tank underneath, but from up here...
Ron took a sip of pumpkin juice and got up, Harry was smiling again.