Do the Homework or Not? That is the Question.

"You are so thick headed!" Hermione screamed at Ron. Harry, Ginny, and Neville were sitting on the couch watching this display of pent up sexually frustrations. It was like clockwork really: every Friday night, guaranteed, they would have a screaming match over something completely pointless. Ron would inevitable push her over the edge either when he didn't do his work or when he asked to copy hers.

"Just because I don't feel like doing my homework as soon as I get out of class doesn't make me thick headed," Ron yelled back. He was still relaxing on the couch, clearly amused at how he could provoke her.

"If you just do it now, you will have more time to do things later," she said with exasperation.

"And just what would be so important that I would want to have time for?" he asked, clearly interested in what she was suggesting. The other three waited in anticipation of what her response was going to be.

"This," she said as she crossed the room. She hauled him to his feet and kissed him. At first he was too shocked to comprehend anything, but after a moment or two he was coherent enough to wrap his hands around her waist. She pressed herself close to him, causing him to gasp; thus enabling her to deepen the kiss.

He broke the kiss and ran up to his dorm room, leaving everyone perplexed. "Did I do something wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Nah," Harry said. "He's probably gone upstairs to wank or something."

"You know, I didn't need to know that," she cried, trying not to visualize Harry's last comment. "I hope he's okay."

Ron had run up to his dorm room, hopped on his bed, and grabbed his school bag. He pulled the curtains around his bed and sealed them; he put his wand in the little notch he had made on his bedpost, so he could read late at night and not bother his roommates. He pulled his homework out. He was determined to finish all his homework by the time they were all supposed to go down to the lake tomorrow. He had three essays to write, on in transfiguration, DADA and Charms.

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"Ron? You coming down for breakfast?" Harry asked.

"Nah, I'll meet you down by the lake," Ron replied.

"You're really not hungry? Or do you just need a cold shower?" Harry sniggered.

"Nose down, Harry," Ron groaned. He got done two essays last night before passing out on the papers. He was quite eager to finish this last one in time to spend the afternoon with a bikini clad Hermione. She had promised that she would not wear the one-piece or the short set that she normally did when they were down at the lake. Charms were one of his easier subjects, so he had left this one for last purposely; knowing that he could get it done quickly. He looked at his watch when he finished the essay and saw it was noon. He mentally praised himself for finally getting something done on time. He slipped his lucky light blue swim trunks and black wife beater. Ron hurried out of the school and met them at the water. Hermione had just taken off her outer clothes to show her bikini when Ron arrived. He spun her around. She didn't have time to react before he kissed her with all the passion that he had last night but was too chicken to show. He had one hand weaved in her luscious locks and another on her bare lower back. Ron's lips were pressed firmly against here, and eventually worked his tongue into her mouth.

Everyone looked on with dumbstruck expressions. This new 'couple' went at it until oxygen was really apparent. "I finished all my homework."

"Oh Ron," she half chuckled half sighed. He scooped her up and kissed her chastely.

"Now I get to do this all weekend."