Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, and I'm having rather uneasy thoughts about what I'm doing to them. I'm sorry, J.K!
Authors note:
I generally put my authors note at the end, but I feel this one deserves a forewarning. It's smut, really, is what it is.
I'm trying to make it well written, and hopefully somewhat sweet, I really love R/Hr and I want to do them justice. But it's rated R and will be written accordingly.
Okay, I'll shut up now.
"Until last Tuesday"
by nikalee
Ron was in a bit of a muddle. He knew he should be thinking of other things, he tried desperately to be thinking of other things, but always the same thoughts, came unbidden, back to him, no matter how many cold showers he looked or pictures of unattractive women he looked at.
He had seen Hermione naked! Even a day after the momentous event, Ron was still reeling from the shock. Sure, she'd been his..well, they didn't actually call each other that, but...everybody knew they were...but it didn't mean...they'd never done anything like that! And even though they'd had...moments, they had long ago made the desicion to wait. And while Ron sometimes lapsed into thoughts that he would never want his mother to know, he genuinely loved Hermione and wanted the best for her.
Until last Tuesday. Ron's ears turned red even thinking of it, while a different traitorous part of him stirred in a way he tried to ignore. He still couldn't believe she hadn't locked the bathroom door. She was always so careful.
He'd been walking along, thinking of nothing but brushing his teeth (that vomit flavored bean did it every time) and opened the bathroom door, not even looking up, his thoughts completely elsewhere, when a very strange sound had alerted him and he'd looked up.
The sound, Ron mused, had sounded strange to him because he had never heard it before, at least not in a place that he was always alone, that he had considered very private.
A sharp intake of breath, much higher pitched than his own,and feminine sounding. His head had snapped up in surprise and what he had saw then had been indelibly burned in his brain.
Hermione was naked! Her body had been dripping! And her neck and...lower had been a soft rosy color that was most seriously the MOST amazing color he'd ever seen in his life.
He hadn't known she'd looked like that! Sure, he'd seen a few pictures of naked women before (courtesy of Fred and George), but those had been pictures and there she was, right in front of him, close enough that he could see the beads of moisture on her skin, he could smell the clean scent of her soap, and all these overwhelming thoughts had been churning around in his head when his body began to react.
Ron groaned and buried his head in his pillow. Well, really, it was a compliment, wasn't it? As much as he had tried to convince himself of that, he could never forget the shocked look Hermione's face had worn when she had noticed...the parts of him that had reacted.
Well...really! He was a MAN, wasn't he? Wasn't it natural that something of the sort would happen when he saw something like that? She needn't have looked so...so... well Ron didn't have a word exactly to describe how Hermione had looked, but it wasn't encouraging. To him, anyway.
Now, here it was, nearly eleven in the morning, and Ron hadn't set a foot out of bed, even thought his stomach had passed the grumbling point and started screaming bloody murder. If he got out of bed he would have to see HER! What would they say...how would they act? Ron felt nothing would ever be the same again.
To be continued...
A/n That wasn't R yet. But it will be!s
Authors note:
I generally put my authors note at the end, but I feel this one deserves a forewarning. It's smut, really, is what it is.
I'm trying to make it well written, and hopefully somewhat sweet, I really love R/Hr and I want to do them justice. But it's rated R and will be written accordingly.
Okay, I'll shut up now.
"Until last Tuesday"
by nikalee
Ron was in a bit of a muddle. He knew he should be thinking of other things, he tried desperately to be thinking of other things, but always the same thoughts, came unbidden, back to him, no matter how many cold showers he looked or pictures of unattractive women he looked at.
He had seen Hermione naked! Even a day after the momentous event, Ron was still reeling from the shock. Sure, she'd been his..well, they didn't actually call each other that, but...everybody knew they were...but it didn't mean...they'd never done anything like that! And even though they'd had...moments, they had long ago made the desicion to wait. And while Ron sometimes lapsed into thoughts that he would never want his mother to know, he genuinely loved Hermione and wanted the best for her.
Until last Tuesday. Ron's ears turned red even thinking of it, while a different traitorous part of him stirred in a way he tried to ignore. He still couldn't believe she hadn't locked the bathroom door. She was always so careful.
He'd been walking along, thinking of nothing but brushing his teeth (that vomit flavored bean did it every time) and opened the bathroom door, not even looking up, his thoughts completely elsewhere, when a very strange sound had alerted him and he'd looked up.
The sound, Ron mused, had sounded strange to him because he had never heard it before, at least not in a place that he was always alone, that he had considered very private.
A sharp intake of breath, much higher pitched than his own,and feminine sounding. His head had snapped up in surprise and what he had saw then had been indelibly burned in his brain.
Hermione was naked! Her body had been dripping! And her neck and...lower had been a soft rosy color that was most seriously the MOST amazing color he'd ever seen in his life.
He hadn't known she'd looked like that! Sure, he'd seen a few pictures of naked women before (courtesy of Fred and George), but those had been pictures and there she was, right in front of him, close enough that he could see the beads of moisture on her skin, he could smell the clean scent of her soap, and all these overwhelming thoughts had been churning around in his head when his body began to react.
Ron groaned and buried his head in his pillow. Well, really, it was a compliment, wasn't it? As much as he had tried to convince himself of that, he could never forget the shocked look Hermione's face had worn when she had noticed...the parts of him that had reacted.
Well...really! He was a MAN, wasn't he? Wasn't it natural that something of the sort would happen when he saw something like that? She needn't have looked so...so... well Ron didn't have a word exactly to describe how Hermione had looked, but it wasn't encouraging. To him, anyway.
Now, here it was, nearly eleven in the morning, and Ron hadn't set a foot out of bed, even thought his stomach had passed the grumbling point and started screaming bloody murder. If he got out of bed he would have to see HER! What would they say...how would they act? Ron felt nothing would ever be the same again.
To be continued...
A/n That wasn't R yet. But it will be!s
