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Ron entered the magic library near Grimmauld. He knew Hermione was in here somewhere, she had to be. He found her sitting at a table next to a rather large pile of books. She was taking notes while her hand repetitively tugged random curls behind her ears. Ron snuck up behind her and placed his hands over her eyes. Hermione tensed for a second before smelling his scent and relaxing.
Ron sat down next to her. "Fancy going out tonight?" he asked with a big smile on his face. He still couldn't get over the fact that he could say those words with such ease now, after all the years of wanting to say them but never being able to. "I would love to, just give me a minute; I'm almost finished." she smiled back. She scrawled down a few more sentences before closing the book and standing up, notebook in hand. Ron grabbed the pile of books and got up as well.
Hermione led them through a maze of shelves, occasionally stopping to return a book to its shelf. "So is this research for the dark arts, or for spew?" Ron asked. Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's S.P.E.W., not spew, and you know it." she said, sounding annoyed, but she couldn't help smiling. "And I was doing research on both. I have a report to write for the task force, but I also found books about the elves." "So how is it going with spew anyway? Are you making any progress?" Ron asked. He had a mischievous smile on his face, he knew how much it annoyed Hermione when he did this. As they turned a corner, Hermione glared at him.
"Say spew one more time, Ronald. I dare you" she said in a dangerously low voice. Ron swallowed. He knew she was serious, but she looked so hot when she was angry. She continued glaring at him as she placed the last book back on its shelf, waiting for a response. Ron gave in to the sudden impulse he felt. He leaned forward and kissed her, pulling her close. Hermione was shocked at first, but was quick to kiss him back. "Ron, we're in public" she whispered. "So?" he asked. They were standing safely in a corner behind a wall of shelves, nobody could see them.
Ron leaned down and kissed her again, this time a little more passionately. As the kiss progressed, Hermione found herself pressed against a wall next to the shelves. There was a soft thud as her notebook fell to the ground. Hermione's hands were now knotted in Ron's hair, and his hands were behind her neck and on her hip. When they finally pulled apart, they were looking into each other's eyes, panting slightly. Hermione felt a blush creep onto her cheeks. "We should probably go before this gets out of control" she smiled.
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Ron and Hermione were in the garden trying to plant the rosebush Mr Granger had given his daughter for Christmas. After the bush was in the hole and covered up, Ron had smeared Hermione with mud, starting a mini, and very spiteful, mudfight.
Hermione ran up the stairs to the bathroom, Ron chasing after her, smearing her with mud. "Sorry Kreacher" Hermione squealed after Ron missed her arm and got mud on the wall instead. She tried to shut Ron out of the bathroom, but he was too strong. Ron started the shower while Hermione removed her dirty clothes, tossing them unceremoniously on the floor. She got in the shower and sighed as the warm water hit her back. Ron, seeing an opportunity, grabbed the shampoo and began washing her hair. While she rinsed her hair, he took his own fair time washing her torso. She let out an involuntary whimper at his touch.
Ron smiled at her, looking chuffed. Hermione rolled her eyes and took the sponge from him. "My turn" she grinned. She began washing him, going down painstakingly slow, taking even longer at his hips. Ron swallowed, averting his eyes from her body. He had started a game he could not win. She wanted revenge, and he felt himself starting to lose control. "You're not playing fair." he moaned. "What's not fair is you getting mud in my bra so that you had an excuse to take your time washing, and staring at, my boobs." Hermione pouted. He smiled and kissed her.
After they finished washing each other very thoroughly, Ron handed Hermione a towel and went to go fetch some clean clothes. "This means I win, right?" Hermione yelled happily from the shower.