Looking up, Ron noticed he was in a living room, one that was unfamiliar to him. Standing up, Ron circled slowly on the spot, till he came face to face to a mirror that hung on the wall nearest to him.
Staring into the reflection, Ron noticed something behind him.
He yelled in absolute horror.
Quickly spinning around, Ron is faced to face with a giant tarantula. As it advanced towards Ron, he stumbles backwards to be cornered against the wall. By instinct, Ron grabs for his wand, trying to remember the bloody spell to jinx. Unable to control his hands from shaking, his wand dropped from his hands, only to roll a good four feet away.
Damn it! What now? What now?…Suddenly, a voice rang out from somewhere in the room, followed by a flash of light. In an instant, the giant spider's body shifted into a toy ladybug, one that vibrated from a key in its plastic back.
What the-?
"You know, Ron, to panic from a boggart with your experience is so pathetic."
Swirling on the spot, Ron faced the doorway on the left of the fireplace to be faced with no one but only Hermione. It was her, most defiantly, yet she was different. She looked slightly older then the real Hermione, between the ages of seventeen and nineteen. She stood leaning on her one leg, her hip sticking out to the side. She wore faded blue jeans and a long sleeved maroon shirt, her hair put back in a sloppy ponytail. On her left cheek was what seemed to be smeared flour.
"Ron? Are you ok?" she asked in worry. When al Ron did was stare at her with a pale face, she placed her hands on her hips. "Honestly a boggart shouldn't scare by now." When Ron didn't move again, Hermione laughed slightly, turning into the next room. "If you aren't going to say anything at least come help in the kitchen."
Shaking his head rather roughly, Ron stepped slowly around the plastic bug toy to follow Hermione into what turned out to be a bright kitchen.
Pots and pans with bundles of ingredients were sitting along the counter and table, piled to the size of mountains. Glancing around, Ron noticed that the fridge was covered in pictures. Glancing back at a busy Hermione over a bowl of dough, Ron stepped swiftly over to look into the photos.
The first one he saw was a very young Hermione with her large front teeth in a goofy smile. The next was of her and her parents in what looked like Paris and then another of her in her second year in Diagone Alley. As Ron scanned the photos, he spotted a calendar on the wall nearby. Reading it closely, He knew what time zone he was now in.
It was the Christmas break in their seventh year in Hogwarts. Yet the way Hermione was acting made it clear she wasn't upset with him.
Does that mean we never broke up? He knew that was a funny way of wording it, but it seemed the closest to what he could say. Where the bloody hell am I? I better get this straight or else I'll go mad!
He turned back to ask Hermione about his poisonincident in his sixth year, however he was interrupted by a wack in the head from a wooden spoon.
"OUCH! Hermione! What the hell was that for?" Ron pushed in anger as he rubbed his head.
"You said you would help make these cookies with me and yet you have been taking advantage in my parents' house by sleeping and doing nothing for the past two days!" Hermione snapped back before turning again to stir chocolate chips into the dough.
Ron cursed under his breath, but he also took a spoon to stir another bowl of cookie mix.
This might be a different version of the future, but again, can't I have a Hermione that doesn't scowl and hit me every second? God! My life- no- lives are so complicated.
For a while there was nothing but silence. Hermione started placing spoonfuls of dough onto a tray while Ron stirred yet another two bowls. Once he had finished, Ron plopped down into a chair and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles.
Finally, he had the courage to ask a question now that Hermione didn't seem too bitchy now.
"Hey, Hermione. Is this the house you grew up in?" He put out.
"Yes, all seventeen years. But by this time next year I will hopefully have my own place." She simply stated as she placed a tray into the oven. While putting on the timer she added, "How about you? Any plans after Hogwarts?"
Ron shrugged his shoulders, for he didn't even now if he'd stick around for that long.
"So if this is your home, then where are your parents?"
"Ron, I told you this morning that they are at my aunt's till Monday." She said and took the chair across the table from Ron.
"Right, it's Saturday. Why are they letting us be alone?" This had truly struck him, since he knew the Grangers were strict about their only daughter.
For some odd reason, Hermione blushed at this, but it went away so quick Ron wondered if he was seeing things.
"Mom trust me, except dad is a little worried about leaving me for two whole nights with a boy. But I told him nothing like that is going on, and that we were very busy making these cookies."
"Uh huh." Replied Ron. He leaned forward so that his elbow rest on the table and his face sat in his hand. "And we are making cookies because…?"
Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance, but with a smile growing on her face. "The elves at Hogwarts! Duh!"
Ron straightened up slightly. "Did thee Hermione granger just say Duh? I didn't think such a word was in you vocabulary." He teased.
"Oh shut up, Ron." Said Hermione as she stood to place another set of cookies in the oven. As she bent to place a second tray onto the bottom shelf, her shirt rosed up ever so slightly. Leaning back, Ron glanced down to see that a good proportion of her skin was showing between her pants and shirt. Ron couldn't help but almost drool from the sight.
Once she placed the cookies inside, she went to stand back up, yet the table corner was in the way. With a bang of her butt hitting the wood, Hermione gave a shriek. Suddenly Hermione's yell wasn't alone. There was a sound of a rip, and automatically Hermione placed both hands behind her back.
"What was that? Hermione did your pants rip?" Ron asked in shock.
With a blush as red as Ron's hair, she replied in a squeaky voice, "No."
Standing up, Ron went over to stand beside her, but she turned so her back was against the counter.
Amused, Ron said, "You know, it probably isn't that bad. Let me take a look."
"No! Ron, no…" she mumbled her last word and began to slide towards a flight of stairs. With a fake confused expression, Ron blocked her way, just missing the tear when she swiftly turned her back away from his view.
"What? Don't you want to know how bad it is?" He asked innocently.
"No, I can see when I change." She stammered with another try of sliding away.
"Hermione, don't be so stupid, Let me-"
Without warning, Hermione turned and ran to the living room in a quick flash. Ron, at first surprised, bolted after her and was just able to cut her of from another hallway. With a loud shriek, she ran back towards the kitchen, but again a grinning Ron Weasley blocked her.
In her last hope of escape, Hermione jumped down onto the couch so that her butt was out of view. She smirked at him with a little "humph." In satisfaction, but that didn't stop Ron.
With great strength, Ron grabbed around Hermione's waist and lifted her clear of the couch. Spinning her with a playful growl he dropped her back where she sat, this time sideways. As he did so, Ron fell onto the couch as well. With a loud laugh, Hermione kept repeating, "Stop! Stop! Ron, No!"
With a final title of his head, he spotted the tear that ran a good six inches down Hermione's pant's bottoms. When he snapped out of his trans of the sight of her sexy butt, he noticed Hermione had stopped struggling.
Turning his head up, Ron realized his face was only a centimeter from Hermione's. After a good long silence, Ron swiftly released his grip on her waist and untangled his one leg from between hers.
As he shifted away from Hermione only a foot or two He stated, "See, It wasn't that bad for me to look."
Hermione flipped her loose strains of hair from her smiling face as she said, "And the results."
"First, Defiantly half a foot of damage, and second, who knew you wear black underwear?"
With that, Hermione punched him across the shoulder, followed by a giggle.
Standing up, Hermione headed back towards the kitchen, ignoring the split opening on her jean bottoms. "Want a cookie?" she asked as she walked off, purposely moving her hips side to side to annoy Ron.
Well, it's working, he stated in his head. I just want to squeeze- NO! What are you thinking, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!
"Ronnnn." Said Hermione from the kitchen doorway in a sing a song voice.
"Wha? Oh yeah! Sure, get me three." When she had gone, Ron sighed and settled himself more comfortably so that he sat with his legs parted and his arm across the couch top.
Wonder if she wears a black bra… he thought with the image planted in his brain. Suddenly, Ron felt something from his waist down. Glancing down his body, he gaped in horror. Damn! Not good, not good! Why now Little Ron?
When the sound of footsteps approached, Ron snatched at a pillow and placed it above his Little Friend and stood up more to firmly place his legs together.
"Three extra large chocolate chip cookies for the man." Laughed Hermione as she placed a plate on Ron's covered lap with a plate of her own in her hands. Plopping down back on the couch, this time a little closer to Ron.
Noticing the pillow across Ron's waist, Hermione lifted her eyebrow in curiosity.
Instantly, Ron stated, "I want to put my plate on a better level." Before Hermione could push any further, Ron spoke out quite suddenly.
"Hermione, I have a question."
"Spill."
"Say I were to make a essay on the important events of my life since the beginning of Hogwarts, what would you say they would be?"
After consideration, Hermione began with the first day of school in their first year. She went on about what had happened through the passing years, from the Chamber of Secrets to the battle at the Ministry. Ron laughed at her funny comments every once in a while, loving the sound her voice made. He could have let her talk on and on without a care for her to stop, but then she started with their sixth year and Ron had to listen closely.
"… Then on your birthday, you were poisoned. That was the most horrible thing I could remember.'
"Um hum." Replied Ron, waiting patiently.
"It took days before you woke up. And when you did, you suddenly blurted about something to do with quittich and Lavender. Actually, you broke up with her the next day, saying that being close to death made you realize that life is to important to waste. You even made Griffindor win every game for the rest of the year."
"So how did I do in seventh year so far you think?" Ron asked with a knowing smile, though he really knew nothing about it.
"Well," started Hermione who had suddenly blushed, "Harry went on a mission to kill Voldamort for half the year with Dumbledore, though I hope they get him soon, and we just got to understand each other some more being alone, that's all."
"Is that really just all?" questioned Ron, though he just wanted to know if he had anything more to say. But it seemed Hermione had thought he asked the questioned for another reason.
"Well, I guess you could count… you remember the Autumn Ball this October? Well I guess when you danced with Luna Lov-"
"LUNA?!"
" Yeah, Luna. She told you she fancied you and you said no thanks."
"I did?" puzzled Ron, though he was secretly relieved.
"Yeah, said she didn't turn you on or something."
"I guess your right." Answered Ron as he placed his empty plate down. Looking back up at Hermione who seemed to be thinking of something. "What?" asked Ron.
"Well, it's just that Luna is quite beautiful with the body of a model, and it seems you are the only guy who doesn't want to go out with her."
After considering this, Ron simply answered, "Like I had said, she doesn't turn me on. Besides, it takes a girl with a technique not a body shape to turn me on."
Once he said it he regretted it. Hermione smiled naughtily, and placed her plate on the table. Turning so she was kneeling facing Ron, she asked openly, "What kind of technique, exactly Ron?"
"I don't know." Said Ron in a mumble with wide eyes.
"Well, music must help." Shifting her body slightly she flicked her wand at a box with speakers, which came alive with a slow beat song. Turning back to Ron, she smiled with such a sexy smile, he had to tighten his legs once again.
Moving with the music, Hermione sat up to slide herself to the right and back. Ron couldn't help but stare at her star-striking figure. After a while, she suddenly began to pull her shirt off.
Oh Man!
But that didn't stop there.
She continued to sway with nothing to cover her upper body except the black bra. The sight of so much skin made Ron's body tingle.
"Turned on?" she asked innocently. Ron wanted to nod his head for he was indeed loosing himself in the inside. But wanting to see what else she had in mind, he just shook his head, his eyes as large as Easter eggs.
Then, as if a miracle, Hermione crawled towards him to lie face down on Ron, who slid down slightly by her soft touch. The rubbing she made against his body caused him to feel a throbbing under his pants. Thankfully the pillow still rested in place.
"Now?" asked Hermione in a sexy voice with her lips just brushing his, her breath a sweet smell. It was too much for Ron to bear.
"Now." He choked out, and then suddenly, without control, he planted his mouth against hers in a swift movement. At first she jolted back a little in surprise, but then relaxed to kiss him back.
There lips moved as if they planed it, perfect and moist. A fire was burning inside Ron, growing larger and larger for every second that went on. Forcing her mouth open, Ron stuck his tongue out to just touch the tip of hers, causing Hermione to moan in such a sexy way that Ron had to close his eyes to just let the feeling sink in.
Grabbing the skin around her waist, Ron pulled her closer while Hermione pressed into him with her hands trailing his chest. The pleasure was unbearable, but once the flame inside him had roared into a firestorm, the warm body of the most beautiful girl had gone.
Opening his eyes in shock, Ron found himself looking into a cloudless sky, lying in soft grass with nothing but denim shorts on. The warmth of the sun was cozy and friendly; however the Hermione he was kissing in such lust was gone.