Ron could not find his teddy. It wasn't tangled in his bed covers and it hadn't been knocked underneath his four poster and it wasn't in the medicine cabinet (Ron sometimes accidentally put it there). So he made his way down the dormitory stairs and into the common room to see if the beloved bear was hibernating in one of the squishy sofas. The fire flickered in the grate and Ron thought every shadow was his darling teddy bear trying to make its way back to him.
"I've been waiting for you," said a sultry voice by the fire.
"Teddy?"
"Not quite, Ronald," came the same voice.
Ron made his way to the fire where he could see a head poking above the couch. Wait. He recognized that big bushy hair. "Hermione, have you seen my teddy bear? I can't find him anywhere." He finally made it around the couch and faced Hermione. "Oh."
There was Hermione, clad in only lacy black underthings and lying spread-eagle on a sofa with Ron's teddy bear in a very compromising position. "Hello, Ronald," she said with a tiny smile.
"Teddy!" He snatched the little bear from Hermione and turned to go to bed.
"Don't," Hermione started, "you want to cuddle with me instead?" She wriggled around and stretched the lace.
"No, I've got Teddy, thanks," Ron scowled at her and stomped up to the boy's dormitory. "Stupid bloody girls, stealing my Teddy to get me into bed."