Doing It
"Don't laugh, alright?" I call from the bathroom. "No laughing!"
"Why would I laugh?" Ron yells back.
"I'm insecure enough as it is dressed like this so don't laugh." I exit the bathroom dressed in the light blue thing the sales clerk called a 'teddy.' "The lady tried to get me to buy pink but I didn't like it."
Ron grins from the bed. "Banger. I don't think you've ever shown so much skin. Wow, 'Mione, why hide it? You're beautiful."
I blush, climbing into bed next to him and pulling the covers up to my waist. "What are you wearing?" I ask, nervously fingering the coverlet. "Anything?"
"Boxers," he says, blushing. "New ones at least. They got hearts or cupids or some such nonsense on 'em."
"Oh. I'm sure they're very nice."
"'Mione?" Ron asks. "Are we supposed to small talk?"
"I don't know! Why do you think I would know?"
He looks uncomfortable. "Um, I dunno. Thought you mighta read about it or something."
"I don't like those kind of books," I say primly. "And you! What about you? Five older brothers and a very forward younger sister! Haven't they offered any advice?"
"They'd only tease so I'm too afraid to ask."
I sigh, thinking a moment. "Well, maybe we'll just know." I watch Ron anxiously for a moment. "Isn't it supposed to be instinct or something?"
Ron slouches back against the headboard, frowning. "One can always hope."
I sigh again, laying my head against his bare chest. "I really wish one of us had taken the time to read a book." I pull back enough to look in his eyes. "We can snog. See if that fabled instinct takes hold."
Ron grins. "Snogging! My favorite past time!"
I laugh. "I bet shagging will take it's place."