Dinner Out by Luvscharlie
Hermione broke out in a sweat. Granted, the restaurant was warm, but she suspected her "heating up" had more to do with what Ron's hand was doing to her beneath the tablecloth.
His fork stabbed the chicken on his plate as though they were simply having an ordinary dinner out. She grabbed his hand in an attempt to still it unsuccessfully.
"Ron, if you don't stop, I'm going to embarrass myself."
He twisted his fingers making her moan aloud before removing them and inserting first one, then the other, into his mouth and licking them clean. "Home?"
She nodded. "Now."
Fin.
A/N: Originally written for rhr100 on Live Journal where the drabbles must be exactly 100 words. The prompt was excited.