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Quote Preview: "You're thinking about her naked." Dean rushed over, barking with laughter. "And there's the blush; he's thinking about Hermione in the nude!" I clapped a hand over his mouth, shushing him, and then removed it slowly."

In The Nude?

Ron fiddled with his hair, and then glowered at Harry, "Did you know about this?" Harry looked away from Ron and to Ginny. "Harry…"

"We told everyone that you were really in the hospital wing!" Harry winced.

"So, now the whole school thinks we did it?" I asked out of the blue, looking at Oliver sharply.

"Did it? Oh, Merlin no! They just think you two were necking each other somewhere in a broom closet – nothing to do with… it." He bellowed with laughter. I instantly calmed down; at least they hadn't taken it that far.

All the attention turned to Fred as he turned Lee Jordan into a temporary canary bird using a canary cream.

"This cream can be bought only-" Fred started, but was cut into by George.

"At the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!" All the guys around them started clapping.

I looked at Ron, biting my lip. There was a rumor going around the school about us. So, it wasn't that bad, but did it even matter? As long as we know the truth, was it a need to stop the rumors? Had it even qualified as a want?

"Should we stop it?" I asked him, fear bubbling in the pit of my stomach. What if he was infuriated by the rumor, it having anything to do with me? "I mean, do we need to?"

"Frankly, I don't even care for the rumor." All hints of fear left me when he explained how he felt in this situation, "Really, you and I snogging…" his face turned pink as I felt mine heat up as well, "it's not that bad of a rumor. I actually quite like it." He snickered, earning a playful slap on the arm. I rolled my eyes and started changing the subject in my mind.

I got up and walked over to Ron's bed - lying down underneath the covers. I took in his scent, making me fall deeper into the pillow. Ron watched me get into his bed, smiling. He got up and walked over to his bag, pulling out a white muscle shirt and his silk pajama pants. He, then, strode to the bathroom to change.

It had hardly been five minutes when he came out of the washroom. He ran across the room and crawled into bed next to me.

The white wife beater he was wearing clung to his every muscle, fitting perfectly on his body. Him being a quidditch jock, I knew had given him some sort of muscle, but I never expected his body to be this fit and look that… sexy.

He got into a comfortable position facing me, practically glowing as he shifted a little closer to me.

"Here we are," he laughed, "in bed together, not awkward at all."

"Wow," Ginny walked over, sitting at the end of our bed, smirking, "that's an accomplishment." Harry walked over too, laughing at the sight.

"So, you're really not going to do anything about the rumor?" Harry asked curiously, sitting on the end of the bed, as well. Ron looked over to me, an action revealing that he wanted me to answer the question.

"Well, no. It's just a rumor, Harry, we don't have the time to go up to each and every student in the school to clarify something so little," I explained. Well, that was part of the reason. I've noticed a lot of girls staring at him, whispering to their little groups of friends. Having the rumor out there will not only ensure that they won't try to hit on him, but it'll get a few boys off my case, as well – like Cormac McLaggen, for example. I know, these reasons are totally selfish, but they are still reasons.

Harry and Ginny hopped off the bed together, onto a new topic.

"'Mione?" Ron started, drawing my attention to him, "Why did you choose me to be your friend?" He asked, baffling me.

"What?"

"Come on, now." He huffed, acting as if the unmistakable answer was right under my nose, "You're smart, gorgeous, kind… A great sense of humor…" He said, the corners of his mouth twitching, wanting to smile as he stared off into space.

"I think you've got the wrong Hermione," I started, "Me? A good sense of humor?" I shook my head, smiling, "And gorgeous? Now, that's simply insanity."

"You're the only Hermione," he said, cheeks flushed, "So? Answer the question."

"Oh, right." I laughed. Well, that's the thing – I never chose him, we chose each other, "I didn't choose you, Ron. But if I had, I know what the answer to that question would be." I smiled as his eyebrows furrowed in abashment.

"And what would that be?" He asked.

"Well, Ron, if you must know…" I giggled, feeling my hands begin to shake as I continued, "You're sweet, hilarious… My stomach does a summersault every time I look at you…" I took in a deep breath, pushing all fears away, "Ron, your eyes are like hypnotizers, did you know that?" I asked.

"Not really, no." His face was lit up, a deeper blush covering his cheeks.

"And your hair," I started, but Ron guffawed in disagreement.

"I hate it. Orange and ungodly, and-"

"Perfect." I concluded, absentmindedly raising a hand, touching his ginger hair. A shaky breath escaped his lips, making my mind wander.

"You guys alright over there?" Fred laughed, breaking our trance. He looked at Lee Jordan, "I just might have to give you those five galleons back!"

"Fred, you stupid buffoon!" Ginny shouted across the room at her brother, "That could've been a moment!

I looked at Ron, face flushed. He took his hand and slapped his forehead, looking irritated; he started mumbling.

"Idiotic family and their lousy-" I stopped his rant by laughing. He looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips, "What's so funny?"

"Well, for one, how your family is placing bets on us as if we're some kind of animal." I laughed, but was cut off by my own yawn.

"Oh, you're tired." Ron said, yawning as well. I raised an eyebrow, "Okay, so maybe I'm a little tired myself." He chuckled, sliding into the bed a little more. I slid under with him, facing one another.

"Was that true – everything you said a couple minutes ago?" He asked me, his breath tickling my face. I didn't need to think about it; I already knew the answer.

"Yeah," I said, smiling, "Everything I said was a hundred percent true." He smiled at me, eyelids drooping.

"Everything I said was true, too." His ears turned red as he said that to me. My stomach flipped inside out. I wanted to burst out into a fit of girly giggles and start jumping up and down, ecstatic.

A peaceful wave of drowsiness hit me, my eyes becoming heavy as we looked at each other, small smiles on our faces.

That night, we fell asleep together, smiling.

Ron's Point of View

I awoke to a pair of big brown eyes, opening at the same time as mine.

We were wrapped around each other, on opposite sides of the bed then when we fell asleep. Our faces were inches from each other's, her legs wrapped around my waist and my arms wrapped around hers.

She took in a sharp breath, realizing how we were positioned.

"How did we get…?" She started, blushing deeply.

"I have no idea." I answered, heart thumping. "Wasn't I on that side of the bed?"

"Yeah." She blushed deeper, a smile creeping up on her face. Her hair tickled my face and I smiled, "I guess we move a lot while asleep." She giggled nervously, unwrapping her legs around me. I moved my hands, looking up to see a lot of the guys up and about, getting ready for the day. Hermione and I got up together.

"Finally, the two love-lions wake up," Oliver Wood laughed, putting his shirt on. I rolled my eyes and looked over to Hermione, who was a lovely shade of red.

"You can go use the washroom if you'd like," I said and she nodded, jogging away in my shirt and boxer shorts. God, does she look fine. I turned to the guys to see them looking at me with smirks and eyebrows raised. "What?"

"Damn, Ron," George patted me on the shoulder while I pulled my robes over my head, "You've got it bad."

"Yeah," Fred continued, "watching after her like a love sick puppy." He smirked, high fiving George.

I rolled my eyes as all the guys laughed, "It's not like that." I explained, then I heard the water turn on for a shower. Oh dear Merlin, have mercy. My eyes looked towards the door as I heard that, cheeks turning red. Lee's smirk turned into a wide grin.

"You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?" He questioned as every other guy in the room's eyes grew large. I turned away from them in haste of embarrassment. I heard a gasp.

"You're thinking about her naked." Dean rushed over, barking with laughter. "And there's the blush; he's thinking about Hermione in the nude!" I clapped a hand over his mouth, shushing him, and then removed it slowly.

"Fine, yes- I'm thinking about Hermione without anything on." I huffed and everyone either howl with laughter or gave me a whoop-whoop. "Just shut up! She doesn't need to know that." After a second, everyone snickered and went back to getting ready. Damn it, they're so annoying. I smiled, thinking to myself. The water shut off and all the guys turned to me with grins on their face. I heard the shower curtains open and all the grins became wider. "Shut up," I whispered to them all.

"Ron?" I heard Hermione's voice call my name and all the guys started silently laughing.

"Hermione's gonna shag Ron in the shower," Lee whispered, giggling, "How… original?"

"If you don't shut up right now, I'm going to take that piece of rubbish and stuff it in your mouth. Got that?" I exclaimed, sharply looking at them all while walking to the washroom. I knocked on the door. "Yes?"

"Can you grab my uniform?" She asked; I could hear the nervous blush in her voice. I walked towards the bed and unzipped her bag. Grabbing the uniform, I remembered that she'd need to put something on before she could wear any of this.

I'm going to have to choose her knickers?

I quickly grabbed the same pair of underwear I saw the other day in her bag and a lacy black bra, trying my best not to actually touch it. A tag was sticking out of her bra.

26 B? What does that mean?

I ran over to the washroom. "Can I come in?" I asked, knocking on the door.

"Uh, sure." At that, I walked in to see her dripping wet in a towel. Oh Merlin, it's like all my dreams are coming true.

"Here." I said, placing the clothes on the sink counter and turning around to reach for the door. I turned around to look at her again before walking out, "meet me down stairs for breakfast?" I smiled, and she nodded in agreement. She whispered her thanks for bringing everything and I shut the door behind me, nearly falling over myself when walking out.

"Wow," Oliver said, smirking, "That was quicker than I thought it would be." I rolled my eyes and left towards the Great Hall.

When I got to breakfast, I rushed over to Ginny, chanting the number and letter in my head. I sat beside Harry, whom was beside her.

"Ginny, do you know what 'B twenty six' means?" I asked her quickly. She, then, started choking on her grilled cheese sandwich.

"Ron, have you been in my sock drawer?" She flared her nostrils at me, upset.

"Oh, no!" I said, "It's a long story, really, but on Hermione's bra, it said those numbers." I whispered to her, and her face softened, rolling her eyes.

"Well, that's how big her…" She motioned around, trying her best not to say the word. My eyes grew in size, "are. A good size, really; not too big and too small. Actually, the perfect size, to be honest." She nodded, and then went back to her sandwich.

Trying my best not to linger on the thought, I ordered some grilled cheese for both myself and Hermione. Harry turned to me, starting a question.

"Ron, why would you have Hermione's bra-?"

"What are we talking about?" I heard a voice behind me, making me jump. I turned around to see Hermione.

"Oh, nothing 'Mione, nothing!" I rapidly answered, glaring at Harry. "Did the boys in the dorm talk to you at all?" I asked, a sense of worry-stricken question in my voice.

"No, actually. They didn't talk to me at all, why?" She questioned back, thinking about it.

"Oh, no reason – no reason at all."

The rest of the week passed with a blur, no special events taking place. During the little free time we had, we had meetings in the library with books and books on Grindylows, finding out no pieces of information other then the little that we knew. So, why would Hagrid want anything to do with those little beasts?

It was Friday after classes and we were on our way to visit Hagrid in his hut.

"Do you think he'll actually talk to us?" Hermione questioned, concern on her face. Harry nodded, looking surprisingly confident.

"He has to, Hermione. It's us." He pointed out, making me nod. It's true, though. If Hagrid was to ever talk to anyone about another one of his monster problems, he would talk to us.

We got to the front steps of his hut and knocked on the door. On the other side, we were welcomed with barking and a crash of glass.

"Ats Great," Hagrid, from the other side of the door mumbled, "An' I jus' got thee tea pot, too."

He opened the door, giving us all great bear hugs, lifting us off the ground.

"Hagrid!" I coughed, "Can't… breath…"

"Ow, sorry Ron." He said, putting us down, "So, what ya 'ere for?"

Harry, Hermione and I looked at each other.

"Just a few questions; that's all." I smirked as we all looked at Hagrid. His jolly, bright smile dropped from his face and was replaced by a sad frown.

"I'm sorry, I truly am!" He cried, "The poor ittle guy ad no place to go an' I couldn't jus' leave em there!"

This was going to be easier than I thought it would be.

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