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A/N: Tumblr drabble requested by an anonymous user with the prompt "Wait, no. Don't take kissing away from me!" I imagined this drabble as a follow-up to a previous fic of mine, Isolated, but it can stand-alone as a 6th year AU. Enjoy!

It's A Trap

If someone had told Ron Weasley that, by the end of sixth year at Hogwarts, his best mate would be dating his sister and his other best friend would be his girlfriend, he would have thought he'd fallen off his broom.

However, here he was, lounging in the common room with all three aforementioned Gryffindors. Harry was leaning back lazily in his chair with Ginny's feet tucked into his lap. Ron was sitting across from them, doodling on a scrap piece of parchment, and Hermione was...well, being Hermione.

"Hermione, please, can't you just take a break from studying for a bit?" Ron groaned, reaching over to rub her shoulders, only to have her annoyingly swat his hands away.

"Final exams, Ron! Final exams!" She only exclaimed back shrilly, without bothering to look up from the book that her nose was currently buried in.

Ron shook his head exasperatedly at Harry, who was too busy making googly eyes at Ginny to even notice.

He grunted, crossing his arms and slouching down in his seat.

"Don't pout," Hermione muttered, finally straying her eyes away from the textbook long enough to give Ron a stern look.

He'll take it.

Ron caught her hand in mid-air before she had time to turn to the next page in her book.

"You need to relax, love," he murmured softly, intertwining their fingers together.

Hermione sighed deeply, and he thought she might be caving until he heard the next words out of her mouth. "Don't you want to study with me? The more we work, the more you'll feel prepared for tomorrow's classes. Don't you want that feeling?"

No. What he wanted was the feeling of her lips pressed to his, his hands underneath her skirt...

"It's a trap," Harry not-so-quietly whispered through a fit of coughs.

"Harry James Potter!" Ginny scolded, smacking him lightly on the shoulder.

Ron guffawed at his best friend, earning a glare from Harry as he rubbed the now tender spot on his arm.

"Watch it. I know your middle name, too," Ginny glowered back at Ron, which shut him up instantly.

"Ron, I mean it!" Hermione began, quite threatening, "If you don't take this seriously, you can forget about us meeting in the Astronomy tower later!"

Hermione slammed her book closed and made to stand up when Ron grasped her elbow desperately,

"Wait, no. Don't take kissing away from me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes in an attempt to show irritation, but her now-pink cheeks betrayed her.

Harry groaned in the background. "Okay, you guys, I really didn't need to hear that."

Hermione ignored Harry, instead choosing to kink a challenging eyebrow towards her boyfriend. "It's your call, Ron."

Hermione spun on her heel without waiting for an answer. She made a point to sit at a nearby table that had one more chair. A chair that Ron knew she fully intended for him to come sit in.

"I think she's found your soft spot, Ron," Harry remarked, a wide, smug grin on his face.

"What do you mean?" Ron threw back, still trying to figure out Hermione's end game. He was sure that his eyebrows were so scrunched up that he would have permanent wrinkles on his forehead.

"Every single time you disagree, she's going to threaten to take away...you know. She's got you right where she wants you."

Ginny only made a noise of disgust, removing her feet from Harry's lap before making her way over to Hermione's table. She was obviously going to report back on what Harry just explained.

"Oh, bloody hell," Ron grumbled. What if Harry was right? What if Hermione was using kissing as a way to motivate him to study? If so, he had to applaud her valiant effort.

He was shaken from his thoughts by said witch in question, who had wrapped her arms around his neck from behind to whisper in his ear. "Don't listen to him, Ron. You know I wouldn't try to manipulate you like that. I just want you to reach your full potential. I know you can do this!"

"I know, love," Ron squeezed her hand gently, craning his neck back to give her a tender smile.

Hermione, appearing satisfied by his answer, swiftly kissed his cheek and returned to her table.

Once she was a safe distance away, Ron leaned over to Harry,

"She's lying, right?"

Although Ron was suspect of Hermione's true intentions, he was already packing up his belongings, prepared to join her anyway because he loved the barmy witch.

"Oh, most definitely."