A/N hola amigos… I am not Spanish just for the record…

DISCLIAMER: I AM DISTRAUGHT TO SAY THAT I DO NOT OWN THE WONDERFUL SAGA OF HARRY POTTER…

Hermione was on the edge of the bed. Right on the edge. As she realized this she slowly tried to roll herself over to her left. She was then surprised to find that her boyfriend Ron was laying right on top of her. And as the rest of her senses started to wake up she realized he was stark naked with his arm draped his muscular arm tightly around her waist. It always amazed her how he was able to maintain that grip even in her sleep, she supposed it was an auror thing. The events of the previous night slowly began to come to her… She instantly remembered being horny. It was happening a lot recently and whenever she mentioned it to Ron as "unusual behavior" for her he brushed it of saying he didn't mind in the slightest because that was when she let him get creative. That always earned him a smack over the head. But he'd then grab her wrist, aggressively yank her down to him and despite his comment, he always did still get his way with her. But last night she really shouldn't have let herself get carried away. After an exhausting brunch at the Burrow she needed rest for work and seven in the morning tomorrow. But as soon as she was home and gave herself a minute to think all she wanted was Ron to push her onto a wall and really just pound into her. After that they were both exhausted and clearly had passed out in bed together.

His weight was pressing onto her but she didn't mind for now. She yawned and realized she's slept through her alarm. She turned her head to look at the clock on her nightstand. She read the time. She blinked hard. She read the time again.

"Ron!" She yelped quickly. "Up, up, up, up, UP!"

"What?" he immediately rolled off of her and sat up quickly, another habit from his training. "What's happened? You alright?"

"No, Ronald!" she hopped out of the bed and quickly scurried into the bathroom. "I most certainly am NOT alright!"

"What's up?"

"Ron, I am late!" She brushed her teeth hastily.

"No, you're not. You had it last month right? So you shouldn't be getting it until… Thusd-"

"Not my period, Ronald!" She stuck her head back into the bedroom to give him the death glare of the century. "For work, almost an hour and a half!"

Ron looked at the clocked on Hermione's nightstand. "Shit, you are late," he groaned almost sympathetically.

"I know that!" She skipped back into the bedroom and opened her closet quickly. "I don't even know what I'm going to- oh, fuck!"

"A late and swearing Hermione. A deadly combination." Ron said from the bed. He had his hand behind head which was leaning against the headboard. The blanket was down on his waist.

"I have to pee!" Hermione cried.

Ron laughed hesitantly, not knowing if those were safe actions for these waters. "Alright then, love. You go get that piss out-"

"Ronald!" Hermione shrieked for the bathroom. "You're horrible."

Ron laughed again, quieter this time and he chose not to respond.

The next couple of minutes passed with Hermione crossing the bedroom at the speed of light trying to ready herself for work.

"Shit," Hermione mumbled as she tried to button her blouse.

"Should I be worried about this far above Hermione level amount of swearing?" Ron asked from his position still on the bed.

"My blouse doesn't fit!" Hermione shrieked.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked sitting up slightly straighter.

"I can't button it! It doesn't fit!"

"Hermione, relax" Ron got out to the bed to help her.

"RON!" she said loudly.

"What now?" he said.

"You're naked!"

"Oh, fuck…" Ron looked around and found a pair of boxers and quickly slipped them on and stood by Hermione.

"Button it, Ron!" she instructed.

"Right," Ron realized it was the button that it was to button right above her breasts that was giving her difficulty. "Hold on," he told her.

"Ron, I don't have time! Quickly!"

"Right, love, just take in a deep breath," he told her.

She did and it didn't help at all.

"Can't get it, love. It doesn't fit. Don't you have another one you can wear?"

"I don't know! I have to look! Oh, Ron I've never been this late before. I don't even have clothes that fits!"

"Take a deep breath, love," he told her, wiping her tears away. "I'll get you a blouse, okay? Just give me a sec-"

"We don't have a second, Ron! Don't you see th-"

"Hermione! Fussing like this won't get you there any faster! So can you get you shit together so I can find you something to wear?" he did not wait for a response.

In a minute he found her a perfectly good blouse that though was still a bit tight in the breast area still fit. Ron also that as he was looking for the blouse that behind him Hermione was touching her breasts. She squeezed them, and though he thought this was very sexy, he couldn't ignore the fact that as she did this she was wincing. Scrunching her face each time her finger came in contact with her breasts like it was hurting her. This happened only when she was on her period but even then not always, or if she ever had to change her birth control, which she had only had to do once. It bothered him probably more then it did her because she continued to do it, each time making a face. But he knew better then to question her she was already having a horrible start to the day.

After she was dressed she hastily grabbed her purse and some files that had been sitting on the floor on the side of her end of the bed and walked out the door.

"Hermione!" he called loudly but calmly. "Forgetting something?"

She turned on her heel immediately. "What?" she asked quickly. "I can't have forgotten anything. I'm already so late, I-"

"I just wanted a kiss," he told her, stepping close to her. "That okay?"

Hermione shook her head but said, "Oh, yes I suppose. Make it quick, I must be going!"

Ron crashed his lips onto hers. He pressed against them aggressively but in a way that he knew she would still love. He quickly took his hands to her waist and squeezed her small love handles and she groaned pushing him off her.

"I need to go," she said and quickly turned back to the front door.

"You be home for dinner?"

"I don't know, I just need to get there for now… Don't wait I'll probably have to make up time. I've got to go." And she slammed the door shut.

"I love you," Ron said to the open air.

Outside the door Hermione didn't move. She quickly gave her breasts one last squeeze. They hurt like hell. Her hands crawled down to her stomach. "Shit…" she muttered aloud to herself. "No… no way…"

A/N Can you guess? I'm sure you can. Sorry for the mistakes, didn't go through any editing. Worth continuing? Let me know. 3