All three of them froze with the same horrified expressions on their faces. Harry's mouth was wide open from the scene he had just walked into, with a half naked Ron between the thighs of a half naked Hermione and lifting her nightgown to show the bottoms of her breasts and her soft midriff. Harry swore that in the split seconds from when he had entered the room until now, Ron and Hermione's faces and bodies had gone from a scarlet blush to a frightening white. He tried to speak, but it felt like he had no breath, he was honestly shocked. Finally, at the end of the second, Harry made a 180 and said over his shoulder, "Sorry! Sorry!" and dashed away, hearing something like a muffled scream behind him as he left the room.

Hermione found herself clawing at Ron's big hands, which he had pressed firmly over her mouth when he heard her gasp and then prepare for a scream. She did scream, though she knew she shouldn't. The sound was stifled by Ron's hands, and she fought him violently. When her scream finally ended, Ron whispered, "Are you done screaming? I'll let you go…" Hermione flashed her eyes at him, which had suddenly turned quite wild. Though she looked furious, she had stopped struggling and Ron took his hands away. He straightened, still kneeling between her parted thighs, keeping eye contact with Hermione. They didn't move or speak for a space of moments, but both of them flushed deep shades of red and Hermione looked all sorts of feral. Then she snapped and was everywhere at once, putting her dressing gown back on, collecting her slippers, and looking everywhere except at Ron. On the other hand, the only things Ron moved were his eyes as they followed Hermione's frantic movements. As Hermione's shaking hands were doing up the belt on her dressing gown, she burst into tears. The sound of Hermione crying unglued Ron and with a feeling like an electric bolt, he felt his body propelled in her direction. He gathered her in his arms and she buried her face in his chest.

She cried, "Ron! I'm so embarrassed!"

"Shhh…" Ron soothed, "It's okay, it's okay. Harry understands" And he knew that he did. Of course, Ron would apologize to him as soon as Hermione stopped crying, but he knew that Harry wouldn't be angry at all. If anything, he would be embarrassed to have ruined a moment between them. Hermione's weeping subsided and she said, "I want to apologize to him."

"Me too," Ron said while taking her hand. They walked around, looking for Harry and soon found him in the kitchen, staring at a glass of water he had poured himself. He looked up when they walked in, and attempted an awkward smile.

"Harry," Hermione rushed forward, "I'm so sorry, that must have been so awkward…" her face was so red she could feel it. Harry chuckled and shook his head saying, "No, don't worry about it. I should have knocked." Nervous laughs murmured about the room and died. Hermione slowly inched away, and finally said goodnight and rushed up the stairs.

Ron had an almost proud grin across his face. Harry looked at him and laughed then said, "Honest Ron, I'm sorry I interrupted." Ron shrugged, still grinning.

"It's alright mate," Ron said, "I just wish you didn't have to see that."

"Yeah…" Harry said, "It's alright. I mean, we are adults now and it is rubbish that we share a bedroom…"

Ron started rummaging the cupboards for something to eat. Harry looked at him and said, "Listen, Ron, I was coming to talk to you anyway…how do you feel about going back to Hogwarts for a final year?"

"Well, Hermione is going."

"So, are you going, too?"

"I wasn't…but now I think I might."

"That serious?" Harry was raising his eyebrows.

"She is my girlfriend, Harry." Ron blushed a little as he said this.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Harry teased. Ron slapped his thigh in mock laughter, then turned serious and said, "And you? Are you goin' back?"

"Well, Ginny is…" Harry avoided Ron's eyes.

"Mmmhmm," Ron grunted. After a while, Ron said, "Well, looks like we'll be roommates again!"

"Yeah, and the oldest gits in Hogwarts!" Harry said with fake enthusiasm. Ron laughed and started toward the stairs, Harry right behind him.

"Now that the war is over, maybe we will finally get a peaceful year at Hogwarts," Ron said.

"With these girls? Not bloody likely," Harry replied.

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