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A/N: Tumblr drabble written with the prompt, "You've never had sex before?" Hermione overhears a conversation from the boys' dormitory near the end of sixth year. T rating, with mild references towards sex.
Revelio
Hermione rubbed her tired eyes as she padded her slipper-clad feet down the staircase in Gryffindor tower.
It was late on a Friday evening, and she had forgotten her Potions book on the armchair in the common room. She fetched it for a bit of light reading before bed, as they were nearing the end of their sixth year and final exams were coming up. Hermione started back up the stairs towards her room when a series of muffled voices attracted her attention.
Curiosity got the best of her, and she tiptoed her way past the girls' dormitory and up the winding steps towards the boys' area. The voices grew louder as she approached, and she leaned her back against the cool stone as she recognized the speakers.
"Did you know there is a spell that can reveal whether or not you've had sex before?" Seamus offered.
Hermione's eyes widened and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Typical boys. She prepared herself to trudge back to her room when another deep voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Shut up, Seamus," Ron mumbled.
What if...
"No, for real. It's Secus Revelio. Your wand will glow red if you haven't, and green if you have. But only you can cast the spell on yourself. That way, no one else can invade your privacy."
"Like you would?" Harry snorted.
"Oi! I would never."
"Yeah, right," Dean chimed in.
"See, watch!" A small clattering indicated that Seamus was picking up his wand. After murmuring the incantation, he exclaimed, "Green!"
"Of fucking course," Dean scoffed, and Hermione could almost see his eyes roll.
"I'll do it," Harry piped back in, making Hermione raise her eyebrows as her thoughts immediately drifted to Ginny. What would her friend think of all of this?
"Harry, don't even think about it," Ron warned. "I don't want to know."
"Trust me, mate. This'll ease your mind."
Hermione vaguely heard Harry muttering the spell. A moment passed before Seamus called out,
"Potter lives!"
"Yeah, I think I've gotten about as close as you can get without actually turning, er, green," Harry coughed out, and Hermione wondered if he was blushing red.
"I so didn't need to know that," Ron grumbled again, and Hermione let a soft giggle escape her lips before clamping her hand over her mouth.
She let out a sigh of relief as the boys continued chatting, appearing not to have heard her.
"I think I'm good with not doing the spell," Dean said again, with Neville quickly agreeing,
"Me too."
"Totally cool!" Seamus acknowledged, and the discussion shifted to Quidditch.
Hermione's shoulders sagged, realizing that a certain redhead was rather quiet. She was about to give up, and prepared to head back when his voice broke through the chatter,
"I'll do the spell, too."
"Ay, Weasley. Alright!" Seamus hollered.
Hermione sucked in a breath, clenching her eyes shut. Please let it be red. Please let it be red.
Several, agonizing seconds ticked by before Hermione heard Ron fumbling with his wand and clearing his throat.
She listened for the familiar swish and flick and her hands grew clammy as she gripped the edge of her textbook together in her hands to avoid it slipping through.
"You've never had sex before?!" Seamus exclaimed, receiving a loud hush from Dean.
A wave of relief rushed through Hermione, and she pressed her forehead to the stone wall as she let out the breath she had been holding.
"Why is that surprising?" Ron squeaked.
"Really? Not even with Lavender?" Even Harry had to ask.
Ron sputtered. "N-no, definitely not."
"Saving yourself for someone special?" Seamus pressed with a teasing tone.
"It's just-it wouldn't have felt right with-with her," Ron finally admitted through jumbled words.
Hermione's heart was beating rapidly in her chest. If it wasn't right with Lavender then who would it be right with?
Deciding that she had overheard enough, she snuck her way back down the stairs with a new spring in her step.
The next morning, Hermione found Ron seated alone at their usual breakfast spot in the Great Hall. Biting her lip, she took cautious steps towards him, her stomach lurching when he flashed her a smile as she approached.
"G'morning, Hermione!"
She nodded at him as she slid onto the bench across from him, trying to hide the rosy tint that threatened to creep up on her cheeks.
Don't think about last night. Don't think about last night.
"Is everything alright?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed with slight concern.
"I'm fine!" She squeaked, her voice higher than normal.
Ron raised his eyebrows, not appearing convinced by her claim. "You're acting quite odd."
"I'm not odd, Ron," she scolded, keeping a playful smirk on her face.
Ron waved his fork in her direction while chewing a mouthful of food. Once he swallowed, he retorted, "I didn't say you were odd, I said you were acting odd."
Hermione lowered her head, nibbling happily on a piece of fruit. Ever since Ron broke up with Lavender, he kept up a flirtatious banter with Hermione, who was enjoying it immensely. Particularly, during these moments where it was just the two of them. Maybe, just maybe...
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
Hermione raised her head, meeting his curious azure eyes. "I'm really glad we're friends again."
His eyes twinkled, and the corner of his mouth lifted. "I thought we always were?"