Yoga
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Five years after the defeat of Voldemort and we find Ron, Hermione, and Harry happily living together in a condo in new London. Being in their early twenties, they had endured many tragedies having lost Fred, Mad-Eye, Tonks, Lupin, and so many other good friends. But now we see that Harry and Ron are happily in charge of the Auror department at the Ministry of Magic. Every once in a while a whacked out wizard would turn up in Diagon Alley trying to carry on Voldemorts work. Hermione was in charge of the department of mysteries, where she spent countless nights working late on who knows what. But the friends were happy..
Tuesday afternoon, Hermione was sitting in the living room on a yoga mat stretching. Ron walked in after a 5 mile jog, sweating and panting. He turned to Hermione to ask her where she put all the water bottles, only to see that she was too busy down on all fours doing that weird muggle thing that was supposed to help her feel calm. He watched as her arse stood up in the air and slowly let his gaze travel down to the curve of her back and to her breasts where he got a bit of a cleavage shot seeing as Hermione has taken up wearing crew necks and v necks. His gaze made it to her lips which were slightly parted as she gasped in air due to the tight stretching of her abs as she arched back. He could feel his shorts getting a bit tight as he started to fantasize her in that position but with him right below her. Ron stared at her for God knows how long until she finally opened her eyes slowly and looked back at him, still in the same position.
"Can I help you?" She gasped.
"W-w-what the bloody hell are you doing Hermione..?" He questioned.
"Ron, I told you before, It's called Yoga. It helps me find my center and de-stress. You should try it."
Oh I'd like to find your center. Ron thought.
She got up and started stretching her arms.
"Nah . I'd rather sticking with good ole' jogging thanks. I don't do any girlie, muggle, frou frou exercises."
" Fine. Suit yourself." She replied, nonchalantly.
Yes the feuding still occurred between the two friends. But, it's what made them so close. Ron came to realize that Hermione was more then a friend to him. He seemed to feel something stronger for her. Something that he didn't want to keep a secret anymore. Something he felt she needed to know.
"Hermione.." Ron started. But as he started walking forward, he felt a sharp pang in his calf. He let out a string of swear words having realized he pulled a muscle. And the really bad one too. The damn charlie horse. Hermione got up and helped him onto the mat on the ground. She pulled out her wand to magic the pain away but then a thought came to her. She always had feelings for Ron as well. She didn't realize just how strong they were until after the battle with Voldemort. He seemed to star in her late night fantasies more then she could count.
She decided that now was the time to bring make one of those fantasies to reality.
"I can work that muscle out better with my hands then any wand." She whispered.
* It's just a thought that I had. Let me know if I should continue.