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Chapter Two – Indecencies
Harry and I had continued to travel after Ron's departure. We became more accustomed to each other in ways that we hadn't been while Ron had still been here. Ron had been very modest; refusing to even change if I was in the tent. I, on the other hand, couldn't care less about who saw me since I changed so fast. Without Ron, Harry became less modest too so when we would quickly rinse off in a stream, he would regularly take his shirt off.
Harry, being a Quidditch player, was extremely fit. He was lightly muscular, since Seekers were so light and speedy. The muscles that he had were shown off fantastically against his slim body. It was nearly awe-inspiring to see him at times. I especially liked it when he took his jeans off as well. He frequently wore boxers but I could lightly see the shape of his pelvic region and I would nearly swoon on occasion due to the lack of males in the area. I had never felt anything for Harry other than a sisterly love until now. I was certain that I was only having these feelings as a side effect of having no one else around but Harry was definitely easy on the eyes. I hadn't developed very strong feelings of more than a platonic attraction for him, but I was definitely on my way.
Harry Point of View
Hermione had always changed rapidly in the rooms because she knew how it made Ron uncomfortable. I wasn't really one to care and now she would frequently change right in front of me while I was drinking tea. It took a lot of self-control not to spit my tea out while Hermione changed. She had become a very beautiful woman as opposed to the girl I met six years ago. Her body had filled out to develop incredible curves and I didn't mind having some eye candy around since it was just the two of us.
At times, she would slink into a stream to rinse off after taking her clothes off, leaving her in only her underwear. She wore modest bras and underwear, generally a plain solid color that covered most of her body. However the curves that were generally hidden beneath her clothes made my days better. I began to enjoy this more than I should but I knew I wasn't falling in love with her. I was still very much attracted to Ginny and I had pretty much promised her that I wouldn't sway from her, no matter what kind of situation I was in. I hadn't promised though, that I wouldn't enjoy the company of my best friend who was quite delightful to look at.