Okay first off all a HUGE apology for not updating for a month! I've been super busy starting highschool and keeping up with homework. I also had some writer's block for a couple weeks so that contributed to the problem. So I hope you all forgive me and i promise I will get the next(and final chapter) up soon!

For this chapter I'm rating it a HIGH T so please be aware of that before you read! Its not to bad but it does get alittle mature! Okay so once again I'm very sorry for not ubdating and enjoy the story!


Treats


Hermione was sitting in a quiet corner of the Gryffindor common room with Ginny, trying to get an essay for potions done.

The end of the year was approaching and so were the N.E.W.T. exams. Hermione, like many other 7th year students, was becoming stressed trying to balance difficult assignments and studying. Hermione was just finishing her paper as the clock reached 9:00 pm.

She packed up her parchment, quills, and ink as she looked around the room.

For a Saturday night it was surprisingly quiet.

"You're done already?" Ginny said. Hermione nodded and laughed as Ginny pouted dramatically about all the work.

Hermione walked across the room over to the plump sofa and sank into it. She took out her large, leather-bond History book and began to read, her mind began to wander away from the Werewolf Revolution of 1784.

Hermione's thoughts drifted to Ron. She hadn't spent much time alone with him in awhile. She was craving being with him, especially with all the stress from studying. Hermione snapped herself out of her day dream and focused back on her book.

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She finished the chapter and closed the heavy book after what seemed like hours. She looked over at the clock; it had only been 15 minutes.

Just then she heard Ron's voice, "Hermione?" he called out coming down the stairs from the boy's dormitory. His eyes searched the large room until they fell on Hermione. Ron was looking extremely annoyed.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked as he walked over.

"I need your help," he replied looking slightly distressed. Hermione didn't argue and followed him up to his room.

It was a complete mess. There were dirty clothes all over the floor and random objects scattered throughout the room.

"Ron!" She exclaimed, "Have you ever even attempted to clean in here?"

Ron looked at the ground, not meeting her eyes.

With a flick of her wand, she sent the piles of junk and clothes flying into the open trunks. Ron watched looking impressed.

When the last loose socks had flown into a trunk, Hermione turned to Ron, "Now what was the problem?"

"That bloody bird won't give me the letter," he said angrily nodding to his owl, Pig, sitting in the corner.

Hermione laughed and grabbed one of Ron's owl treats from his trunk and walked over to the bird. She gave it to the bird, easily took the small note, and handed it to Ron. Ron began a string of excuses on why he wasn't able to get the note. Hermione just laughed some more and threw another bird treat at Ron.

He ran at her and grabbed her from behind and spun her around. Both of them landed on the bed laughing hysterically.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Ron and Hermione's eyes met.

Hermione rolled over, almost on top of Ron, and brought her lips to his face. She kissed his forehead, cheek, and lips. Ron kissed her back and pulled her down, now completely on top of him.

After awhile Hermione felt Ron's hand slide from her back down to her waist. They paused for a moment before slipping under her shirt. Hermione took a deep breath and began kissing him again.

"Now's alright? Ron asked quietly.

Hermione smiled and nodded.

She felt his strong arms slide up her back slipping of her shirt. He took of his own shirt and Hermione pressed herself against his creamy white skin. She let out a soft moan as his fingers ran along her skin.

"Love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," Ron whispered back.

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Hermione opened her eyes after being awoken by a loud knock on the door. She was curled next to Ron's body wearing nothing but a bra and panties. She felt him moving next to her.

He opened his eyes and kissed her forehead.

There was another knock on the heavy wooden door followed by Harry's voice, "I'm giving you ten seconds then I'm coming in! 10, 9, 8, 7…"

Hermione squealed. In one motion she wrapped the blanket around herself and rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud.

"…4, 3, 2, 1!"

The door swung open and Harry walked in. He was followed cautiously by Neville, who had his hands pressed over his eyes.

"Hello mate," said Ron casually wearing nothing but his boxers.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up wrapped in the blanket. Harry made a noise that sounded like a cross between a snort and a laugh.

"Can I open my eyes? Neville asked from the corner of the room.

"Ya its fine Neville," Harry replied. Neville slowly lowered his hands.

There was a very awkward silence that lasted a minute.

"Well, said Harry breaking the quiet, "Its past midnight and Neville and I are tired, so now that the room is available…"

Hermione looked franticly at Ron, "I was just… well... Ron needed some help with Pig and…"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Hermione, trust me, we don't need an explanation."

Hermione turned a fiery shade of red. She quickly pulled on her pair of shorts and Ron's Chudly Cannons shirt.

"Night boys!" She called out before disappearing out the door.

She walked down the stair case into the common room and then up to her room. She lay down in her comfortable bed.

Hermione drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Ron.

Okay side note: They didn't acually DO anything and it wasn't there first time doing what they just did! Just wanted to let you know in case anyone freaked out:)

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