Originally part of the first ever Ron/Hermione smutfest on LiveJournal, in 2009, I think, written as a gift for Lectura35. Thanks to various and sundry betas and for the fest coordinators, for reminding everyone that Canon Love is the Best Love! This is about as racy as I can write, I'm afraid...as much as I may love to read more prurient stuff, this is as bad as I can create, myself.
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It was small, as parties went, which was only appropriate this soon after the war. Still, Dumbledore's Army wanted to gather, to reunite, to share their differing experiences from the last year. Some had been on the run, some had been in Azkaban, and some had kept on at Hogwarts in the style of the original DA. Tonight, they traded stories, congratulated one another's strength, and, for a grand change, had a little bit of fun.
So, why, pray tell, did Harry Potter look suspiciously like a man about to sick up all over Molly Weasley's sitting room carpet?
"Did a rogue skrewt get you or something?" Ginny slipped her hand in his and nudged him playfully with her shoulder.
"What?" Harry shook his head, as if to clear it. "It's just...bleurgh."
"Always the silver-tongued devil. What's the problem?"
"It's just...there were these times, this last year? When we were out on the run?"
"Horrible times, yes, I know, Harry."
"No...well, I mean, yes...but, I'm talking about other times, when we'd be just laying low in the tent or something. Ron and Hermione weren't together then, you know...not formally, anyway, but, there were times when I'd catch them looking at each other, and it was like they were kissing."
"I can imagine that. They put it off long enough. Anyway, now they're snogging all the time for real, right?"
"Yeah, but...the looks...they're...Oh, Ginny." Harry shook his head sadly and gestured over to the fireplace. "It's so, so much worse."
The couple in question stood in a small group of students who had all been on the run last year. Alicia Spinnet was telling some sort of animated tale that involved a fair number of expletives, and the rest of the group laughed loudly at her telling of it. All except for Ron and Hermione, who stared at each other unblinkingly. They were too far apart even to touch, but there was no mistaking the expression in both of their eyes.
"That's..." Ginny struggled to find an appropriate reaction. "That's positively obscene!"
"I know!" Harry wailed dramatically and buried his face in his hands. "I'm happy for them and all, but it's a bit unsettling to actually see it."
"That's putting it mildly. Ugh. Now I really need another Butterbeer. Want to come along, avoid the show?"
"Yes, please." They moved to the kitchen and settled down at the table, not noticing that they were not the only couple to leave the party.
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Escapes on broomstick were probably very exciting things. However, Hermione felt quite certain that she would claw her eyes out in madness if she didn't get away from the story of this particular one. Soon. Ordinarily, she prided herself on being an attentive listener, but tonight she could concentrate on one subject and one subject only.
Ron. Damn him, and those hungry eyes. And the way he moistened his lips before he took a sip from his drink - it was positively criminal! Hermione had to stop this little game, immediately, before she lost all sense and made a spectacle of herself right here in front of everyone. Of course, she knew she could break their little constant loop of desire simply by glancing away or by actually joining the conversation that they were supposedly a part of. Yes, that would get things under control.
But, honestly, where was the fun in that? Hermione arched her eyebrow and glanced meaningfully towards the kitchen door. Ron arched his as well, a perfect mirror image to her naughty smirk, and he nodded once before he spoke.
"Brilliant Alicia, really. Completely Aces. I'm off to check on things in the kitchen...Hermione, give me a hand, will you?"
"Of course. Do excuse us," and they breezed across the room with obvious haste.
"Was it something I said?" Alicia muttered to Katie Bell.
"Maybe the broomstick references were too much for them?"
