They stumbled out of the bar together. Harry lived just a few blocks away.
Ron a few in the opposite direction and Hermione lived in a condo in the
heart of the city.
"You want me to call you a cab, Hermy?" Harry asked, calling her by a name he knew would irritate her.
"No that's ok. I'll walk with Ron and call a cab from his place." Hermione lied. They said their goodbyes and happy new years and made off in opposite directions. Hermione grasped Ron's arm for warmth. She nestled her head in the crook of his shoulder.
"Are you tired Hermione?" He asked gently.
"Yes." She replied getting more comfortable. She was practically leaning her entire weight on his arm. He didn't mind. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders like a friend would. Hermione wrapped her arms around his waste.
"Ron?" She asked.
"Hmm," he asked spotting his apartment ahead..
"Can I stay at your place tonight?" She asked.
"WHATTTTT?" Ron yelled leaping out of her embrace. "What? Why? What? No!"
"Ron, I can't go back to my condo. I can't bare to be there alone." She walked up to her friend and looked him in the eyes. "I can't bare to be alone ever again, Ron. Please. Just for tonight." She practically begged.
Ron was pondering over scenarios that could possibly happen. (a.n. ecchi thoughts! Poor ron! O.o; ok gomen-nasai.) He counted to ten, trying to clear his head of thoughts of seeing Hermione in her nightclothes sleeping in his bed. With him. Then the night close come. ten, nine, eight, seven, sex.
"ARGHHHH!" Ron roared struggling with the innerbattle that was raging inside him. He went over the pros and cons. Pro: Be helping out a friend, get to see her in her nightclothes, possibly your nightclothes, might score. Con: ? He couldn't think of a con.
He looked down into her eyes and lost all resolve. Screw the cons. This was his best friend.
"Yeah sure, Hermione. You can stay at my place." He consented. He saw her face light up with joy. She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly.
They walked arm in arm the rest of the way to his apartment. Visions of seduction in her head, visions of being seduced in his.
"You want me to call you a cab, Hermy?" Harry asked, calling her by a name he knew would irritate her.
"No that's ok. I'll walk with Ron and call a cab from his place." Hermione lied. They said their goodbyes and happy new years and made off in opposite directions. Hermione grasped Ron's arm for warmth. She nestled her head in the crook of his shoulder.
"Are you tired Hermione?" He asked gently.
"Yes." She replied getting more comfortable. She was practically leaning her entire weight on his arm. He didn't mind. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders like a friend would. Hermione wrapped her arms around his waste.
"Ron?" She asked.
"Hmm," he asked spotting his apartment ahead..
"Can I stay at your place tonight?" She asked.
"WHATTTTT?" Ron yelled leaping out of her embrace. "What? Why? What? No!"
"Ron, I can't go back to my condo. I can't bare to be there alone." She walked up to her friend and looked him in the eyes. "I can't bare to be alone ever again, Ron. Please. Just for tonight." She practically begged.
Ron was pondering over scenarios that could possibly happen. (a.n. ecchi thoughts! Poor ron! O.o; ok gomen-nasai.) He counted to ten, trying to clear his head of thoughts of seeing Hermione in her nightclothes sleeping in his bed. With him. Then the night close come. ten, nine, eight, seven, sex.
"ARGHHHH!" Ron roared struggling with the innerbattle that was raging inside him. He went over the pros and cons. Pro: Be helping out a friend, get to see her in her nightclothes, possibly your nightclothes, might score. Con: ? He couldn't think of a con.
He looked down into her eyes and lost all resolve. Screw the cons. This was his best friend.
"Yeah sure, Hermione. You can stay at my place." He consented. He saw her face light up with joy. She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly.
They walked arm in arm the rest of the way to his apartment. Visions of seduction in her head, visions of being seduced in his.