Quotes from Overexposed by Leslie Kelly. I don't own her characters either.

Chapter 4

"You mean I have to touch that?" Ron asked, making a face.

"Yes, you have to touch it."

"But it's looks so gross and slimy."

"True. But if we're going to do this, you have to touch it."

"Can't you just do it?"

"Honestly! Ron, you won't learn anything if I do it for you."

"But it's raw."

"Oh, for Pete's sake. It has to be raw; we haven't cooked it yet. It's just chicken. Coat it in breadcrumbs and set it gently in the oil."

With a few more complains and some grease splatters, the rest of the cooking lesson went well. The pair enjoyed their fried chicken and discussed books, now that Ron's secret was out. The couple found that they had a similar taste in mysteries. Hermione pulled a copy of Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None out of her bag for Ron to borrow; it was one of her favorites.

"Have anything I'd be interested in reading?" Hermione asked, nudging Ron with her elbow.

"I have a few by Beverly Connor. They're mysteries. I think you'd like them. There's a strong female lead character."

"I was thinking something a bit…steamier."

Ron blushed. He ran upstairs to his room to grab a book and took a deep breath on his way back to Hermione. Flipping to a random page Hermione started reading. Ron peered over her shoulder.

"Did it make you want more? Did a glimpse make you hunger for a look…which in turn made you ravenous for a touch?"

She flipped pages.

Then he worked his way down her body, kissing, nibbling and licking off all those spots of cream he'd deposited on her earlier.

"You don't want to cover me in cream filling, do you?" Hermione teased. Ron looked mortified as he shook his head.

"No. It's just a book," he whispered hoarsely.

"I was just kidding. You're adorable when you're embarrassed."

"I need something to drink. Do you want anything?"

"I'm fine, Ron. Thanks for asking."

Ron fought the urge to grab the book before retreating to the kitchen. He paced around the kitchen cursing himself for telling Hermione about the books. He took a deep breath. Two steps toward the living room and he turned around. Adorable when I'm embarrassed. Couldn't we have awkward moments about something other than my reading material? What's her secret? Determined to get an answer to that question he returned to the living room.

"I really didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm sorry,' Hermione apologized.

"Make it up to me. What's your dirty little secret?"

It was Hermione's turn to blush. She held the book up to hide her face. Ron took it and tossed it onto the table.

"You'll find out. When it's relevant."

"Not fair," Ron protested.

"Is it fair if I distract you?"

Hermione kissed his response from his lips. She wound her fingers in his hair and distracted like there was no tomorrow.

"I don't want to get carried away," Ron gasped as he took a breath.

"You're right. And it's late. I'll see you in the morning."

Ron stared as she walked up the stairs.