Title: The Fine Line part 2 of 5
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters:Hermione/Ron
Prompt: 63 - Summer
Word Count: 2041
Rating:T
Summary:Ron/Hermione missing moment. Another night together at Grimmauld place, Hermione asks to sleep with Ron to ward off more nightmares and Ron is happy to oblige.
Author's Notes:Notes: This was going to be a one-shot but it was so long I couldn't even handle the idea of proof reading all 10,000+ words so I opted to split it up each time there is a pov switch. I'll post them as I finish proofing them. I think this is they shortest one, but you have to start somewhere yo!
The Fine Line
part 2 of 5
"Hermione, are those my kegs?" Ron's mouth asked before his brain was able to process the question. His mind conjured up images of her slipping them down her hips and letting them drop to the floor as she asked 'would you like them back?'
He'd had enough trouble over the past several years keeping these mental fantasy's at bay until he was able to indulge in them at more appropriate times. This whole day had been a special sort of torture though. It had been his turn to stake out the ministry and he'd been under a heavy clock in the summer sun sitting for hours watching an entrance that was really only used in the mornings, a little bit at lunch and then when everyone left work. He'd had hours to just sit and think of the previous night. Hours to ponder about her soft flesh and they way she'd closed her eyes and gasped for air as he slide his palm alone her thigh.
"Oh uhm, yeah I guess they are. I nipped them out of the bag our first night here. I didn't have any shorts to sleep in and it was too hot for my pajama bottoms, personally I don't know how you and Harry can stand sleeping in this heat with long pant on." As she spoke she stopped looking at him and began to play with the odds and ends left on the dresser by the houses former occupants. Ron didn't say anything, unable to come up with a decent way of saying he didn't think she'd have approved of him sleeping feet away from her in just his kegs, which was his typical sleep attire this time of year.
He shrugged and finished walking over to his desk. He didn't know why it was so shocking to see her standing there. They'd shared this room for weeks but she'd always been well hidden under her blanket when he returned from changing. A few times he'd considered rushing back quickly just to walk in on her but was afraid that would convince her to sleep in another room and so he'd made sure to give her plenty of time.
He couldn't place his finger on it but there was just something different in her behavior now. She was flushed or just not relaxed or something. He was comforted by this slightly, she'd been completely normal as they ate dinner at the long kitchen table with Harry. Kreacher bustling around them serving excitedly while they discussed different strategy's of breaking into the ministry. It was like it hadn't been a big deal for her, like the best night of his life hadn't even registered for her. So seeing her now , fidgeting, shifting her weight from one foot to the other made and playing with the potentially lethal nicknack's on the dresser, made him feel like she just might not have brushed it off as nothing.
He sat on the edge of his bed and began folding his clothes uncharacteristically. They were dirty clothes no less, why was he folding them? But he had to keep his hands busy, it helped him beat down the panic he felt. He needed more time before slipping into bed too. He'd been thinking about it all day and hadn't come up with a single plausible way of getting them to sleep together again tonight.
"It's a little cooler on my side, closer to the window and all. If you'd like to switch I wouldn't mind." What Ron had really wanted to say was 'If you'd like to join me I wouldn't mind' but he chickened out.
"Oh that's very thoughtful of you, but I wouldn't want to displace you." She turned away from the dresser and leaned her back against it, pulling one foot up to rest on a lower drawer. He was transfixed by her legs. Hermione was fairly short, especially compared to him but he couldn't help but marvel at how long her legs seemed. They were smooth and still tanned from the summer they'd spent outside and he couldn't help but remember what her thigh had felt like beneath his open hand. Warm and tantalizingly soft, he had felt the thick muscle beneath the surface and he'd imagined how wonderful it would feel wrapped around his body and he thrust into her.
"It might not be as comfy as yours or whatever." Ron murmured unsure of what he was saying. Oh my, did he just bring up sleeping in her bed. He must sound like an idiot going on and on about how much he liked sleeping in her bed. His hands shook slightly as he refolded his shirt for the third time. She crossed the short distance between them and sat about a foot away from Ron.
"Lets see," She said and then pulled her lower lip into her mouth in a way that made Ron wish he could do the same thing to it. She bounced a few times, experimenting with the softness of Ron's bed. It was torture, as she moved her breasts jumped too, lifting and falling more dramatically then the rest of her body. Ron was suddenly glad he had a large pile of fabric piled onto his lap. He felt the familiar stirrings as he watched her supple curving mounds rise and fall inside their thin cotton restraint. He had just wanked in the bathroom not 5 minutes before in order to avoid the very situation he was quickly finding himself in.
"Your bed seems satisfactorily cushy." She declared. Ron didn't know what else to say so he said nothing. Does this mean he should go get in her bed? Should he grab his pillow and move, no he didn't like that idea, this way he got to sleep on Hermione's pillow all night. Her scent wafting over him the whole night, perhaps he could snuggle it and just imagine it was her. "Ron I'd like to speak with you about something."
Crap, what did he do this time? Was she able to read his mind and he was going to get in trouble for imagining pulling her tip of her breast into his mouth? That he wanted to massage the warm flesh with his tongue and nibble slightly until her nipple was pert between his teeth.
"Okay." He managed to croak out as he reviewed the images he'd been going over as he watched her moments before, wondering if there was any reasonable explanation for it besides that he was a randy bastard who spent most of his free time imagining ravishing her body in ways he wasn't entirely convinced he was flexible enough to actually pull off.
"Well, it's embarrassing really." She was looking at the floor as she spoke and began to wring her hands together, something he knew she only did when she was avoiding addressing an issue. "It's just that since that night in the ministry, I've been having nightmares all the time. They're not all as bad as last night but I usually wake up at least once with this sense of dread." Ron didn't know what to say, he too had been plagued by night time horrors but hadn't ever said anything. "Well when I woke up this morning I just felt so rested. It was the first time in a very long while I haven't woken up with this sense of fear or foreboding."
She was very quite when she'd finished her confession and Ron knew that she wasn't going to outrightly ask for what she was hinting at. He knew her admission was already a big deal for her and she wouldn't go any further. His heart was pounding in his chest as he prepared to say the words out loud he'd played in his mind both from her lips and from his own a thousand different times in a hundred different scenarios.
"Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" and he instantly wanted to pick the words right back out of the air and shove them back in his mouth. He couldn't believe with so little forethought on his part he asked her to bed with him. Was he insane? Why the bloody hell did he just blurt out on invitation to his mattress to the object of the entirely of his overly active sexual imagination?
"If you wouldn't mind terribly, I think I'd like that." It took every ounce of Ron's pathetic self control to not jump up and dance for joy. This had to be some horribly sick joke the universe was playing on him that Hermione, his Hermione had just said she'd like to spend the night with him. Ron took a few deep breaths as he fingered the worn collar of the shirt at the top of his pile. What was he suppose to do now? Crawl into his bed and say 'I'm ready for you.' He was completely ill equipped to function in this situation.
Fortunately Hermione seemed to have more functional brain power. She crossed the room and grabbed her pillow. As she hugged it in front of her he couldn't help but notice that in doing so it covered the entirely of her clothes and she very well could have been naked. Another of his night time fantasy's was brought to the surface.
He'd laid in his four poster as school envisioning what it would be like if Hermione came to visit him in the night. His favorite had been almost identical to the vision before him. Her bushy hair curving gently down her bare shoulders, wild and begging for his fingers to run through the silky mess. Her long legs visible beneath the white linen case. He pinched the inside of his arm as discretely as he could, making sure this wasn't just the best delusion known to man.
She stood next to his bed again and spoke, her voice bold and defiant. He grinned, he knew that voice, she used it when she was acting tougher then she felt. It was the voice she'd used the first time he'd watched her scolding students as a prefect. The tone she'd adopted as she'd lead the first meeting of the DA.
"Which side of the bed would you like?"
"I don't know." Ron felt his face grown warm at her willingness to be so casually casual about this. "I've never shared a bed before, I mean except for last night." He knew his face and ears would be a bright scarlet now. 'Calm down, it's not like your shagging or anything. She's asked to sleep with you so that she wouldn't have nightmares' he scolded himself firmly. "How about you take the side closest to the window." He labored to make his voice sound cool and collected.
"That sounds lovely, I'd like that." And so with out preamble she tossed her pillow on the bed and crawled in. Ron watched her stunned as she settle onto his bed, laying on her back as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world.
"I'll just get the lights then." He pointed his want at her bedside lamp. "Nox." and then did the same with his own. He set the dirty clothes down on the floor and rested his wand on his nightstand. He shivered as a cool breeze wafted through the window, tickling his bare chest. He crawling into the bed with her, the sheets already warming at the body within. He copied her pose, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.
It was uncomfortable, he didn't usually sleep on his back. He was a side sleeper, but laying on either side seemed problematic. Turned toward her could been seen as being too forward, turned away he was closing off the possibility of what they'd delved into the previous night. So Ron just laid there unmoving, silently praying she would move or turn or something that that would allow him to feel her like he had just 24 hours previous.