FILCH'S CLOSET!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all characters mentioned in this fanfic.
Ron looked down nervously. Had Hermione meant to brush his leg? After all, it was crowded at the lunch table. She might have just been trying to sit down. He glanced up, hoping the red of his cheeks (not THOSE cheeks, you nasty people!) wouldn't give away his secret desire for Hermi.
Hermione was concentrating very hard on her sandwich, silently quizzing herself on why had she ever decided to give Ron a sign. Didn't he used to have a girlfriend? And anyway, they had been friends. But was he responding? That, she wanted to know.
"Hey, Ron. Come with me. I need to get my…umm…book. Yeah, book."
"Why certainly, Hermi. I would be delighted. Let's go!" Ron hoped he didn't sound too eager. Hermi might have just wanted company. She was the companion type.
They hurried out of the cafeteria, each one secretly delighted to be with the other. All of a sudden, it was as if they knew their own true feelings, and needed to know the others. But how? Asking would be too blunt.
"Ron, I like you and would love to go in a janitors closet right now with you. How do you feel?" There, she had finally said it. Hermione only worried that she had been too subtle, and hoped that Ron had gotten her meaning.
Ron knew what Hermione meant, he was so perceptive in that way.
"Why, Hermi! Getting jiggy with you at school in a dull dark dank closet is my idea of heaven. Let's find one, quickly!"
The couple finally found one, after searching for about 4 seconds. But with their hormonal desires burning so, it seemed like At Least 6. They didn't know how they survived. When they had moved all the mops and buckets out of the way, they were suddenly shy. Did they really want to go through with it?
"Hermi, my darling. I shall start. So…" at that Ron decided he needed to show Hermione something. So he slowly uncovered it, hoping that Hermione would not be freaked, and at least touch it.
"Oh my god!" Hermione thought to herself. "Do I have to touch it?" But it was like animal magnetism, she HAD to. So she slooooowly reached out, and yanked his huge, throbbing, pulsating…………….earlobe. As soon as she had, she knew that she would never be satisfied touching her own ear, and needed Ron to do it for her. (ewwwww! Lobe fetish! Ewwww!) They spent about 8 minutes in that closet, and both came out, looking rather disheveled, and totally satisfied. Both knew that the janitors closet would always bring fond memories of earlobes, and 5th year.
THE END!
Dedicated to you 2 special people, you are my inspiration. Now I bet you 2 wanna go to that special place, aye? (this was supposed to be a parody of romance novels. So I don't want any flames saying that Hermione would never act that way blah blah blah.)
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all characters mentioned in this fanfic.
Ron looked down nervously. Had Hermione meant to brush his leg? After all, it was crowded at the lunch table. She might have just been trying to sit down. He glanced up, hoping the red of his cheeks (not THOSE cheeks, you nasty people!) wouldn't give away his secret desire for Hermi.
Hermione was concentrating very hard on her sandwich, silently quizzing herself on why had she ever decided to give Ron a sign. Didn't he used to have a girlfriend? And anyway, they had been friends. But was he responding? That, she wanted to know.
"Hey, Ron. Come with me. I need to get my…umm…book. Yeah, book."
"Why certainly, Hermi. I would be delighted. Let's go!" Ron hoped he didn't sound too eager. Hermi might have just wanted company. She was the companion type.
They hurried out of the cafeteria, each one secretly delighted to be with the other. All of a sudden, it was as if they knew their own true feelings, and needed to know the others. But how? Asking would be too blunt.
"Ron, I like you and would love to go in a janitors closet right now with you. How do you feel?" There, she had finally said it. Hermione only worried that she had been too subtle, and hoped that Ron had gotten her meaning.
Ron knew what Hermione meant, he was so perceptive in that way.
"Why, Hermi! Getting jiggy with you at school in a dull dark dank closet is my idea of heaven. Let's find one, quickly!"
The couple finally found one, after searching for about 4 seconds. But with their hormonal desires burning so, it seemed like At Least 6. They didn't know how they survived. When they had moved all the mops and buckets out of the way, they were suddenly shy. Did they really want to go through with it?
"Hermi, my darling. I shall start. So…" at that Ron decided he needed to show Hermione something. So he slowly uncovered it, hoping that Hermione would not be freaked, and at least touch it.
"Oh my god!" Hermione thought to herself. "Do I have to touch it?" But it was like animal magnetism, she HAD to. So she slooooowly reached out, and yanked his huge, throbbing, pulsating…………….earlobe. As soon as she had, she knew that she would never be satisfied touching her own ear, and needed Ron to do it for her. (ewwwww! Lobe fetish! Ewwww!) They spent about 8 minutes in that closet, and both came out, looking rather disheveled, and totally satisfied. Both knew that the janitors closet would always bring fond memories of earlobes, and 5th year.
THE END!
Dedicated to you 2 special people, you are my inspiration. Now I bet you 2 wanna go to that special place, aye? (this was supposed to be a parody of romance novels. So I don't want any flames saying that Hermione would never act that way blah blah blah.)
