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Hermione had been living in Ron's apartment for approximately 2 and half days now. After that disastrous evening when Harry Claire (may they lie in a pool of their own blood) barged in on her and Ron when she was in a very compromising situation with him, life went on but Hermione had been too shy to try anymore attempts on Ron. . . but tonight. Well, no more treacle tart - let us just go for the straight, old fashion approach. . . That of course, wasn't something that Hermione was able to do. When she had been in her relationship with John, they came close together by talking about work and their interests; books, advancements in muggle and wizard relations, new spells and charms. . .that was what attracted her to him in the first place. But with Ron. . . she wasn't even sure how she was attracted to him but the plain fact was she was. Very much so. And so after much hair tearing and nail biting, Hermione had devised a plan.
She anxiously counted down the minutes to Ron's arrival. Five minutes before he was expected to return, she positioned herself on the couch with a copy of 'Flying with the Cannons Fifth Edition'. After searching through Ron's collection of books, if she could call it a collection, she had found the book in a relatively short time. When Ron arrived, this is what he saw; Hermione, on the couch, deeply immersed in a quidditch book. Or so it seemed.
"What are you doing?." He exclaimed when he found her like this.
Hermione looked up from the book, trying hard not to yawn and gave him a wide smile. "Hi Ron! Why don't you join me?" It was pretty late and Hermione was having a hard time sounding interested when all she wanted then was sleep.
Ron gave her a very strange look and placed himself next to her on the sofa. "Hermione, are you feeling alright?"
"Perfectly fine thank you."
"Okay." Nevertheless, he felt her forehead and noted that she was slightly flushed.
"I had no idea there was only one quaffle in a quidditch game. I thought there were two." Hermione started.
"That's bludgers." Ron corrected automatically.
"Right."
"Hermione, what are you up to? You don't even like quidditch."
"Well, I am taking on a new interest! Now tell me about the rules Ron, I want to know about the rules."
"The rules are simple, team with the most points win. The chasers score goals by playing with the quaffle and putting them through hoops with are guarded by a keeper. . ."
Hermione tried to concentrate. She really did, but she felt her lids closing and a promise of a yawn. Pinching herself lightly, she stifled it and nodded encouragingly at Ron.
". . . the seeker can only end the game if. . ."
She was so tired after a whole day of paper work and it was already late. The warmth of the room together with Ron's proximity was an inexorable combination that sent Hermione to sleep. There, in the middle of Ron's explanation of the rules, Hermione's head drooped forward and she collapsed right on him.
Hermione's head landed right on top of his thighs, dangerously close to a certain part of the male.
"What the hell?!"
It would have been a good position to be in. . . had Hermione been conscious. To make things worse, Ron was now immobile as moving meant waking Hermione up. He blew on her face to wake her up, but it seemed Hermione was in deep sleep and nothing woke her up until 7.30 in the morning. Sighing deeply, Ron tried shifting this way and that but Hermione snuggled closer and said some inaudible things in her sleep and smiled. He had become her favourite pillow. If she hadn't look so peaceful and sweet, Ron could have sworn that he would have pushed her off him. He hoped Hermione didn't drool.
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Hermione's head was a very interesting place to be; Hermione always had interesting dreams and she had intellectual thoughts. Even when Hermione believed herself to be in love with John, her ex, she had never had any sensual dreams about him, in fact she had never had any sensual dreams about anyone, but she was having a lot of them lately. And all of them had been about you know who (not that you know who the other you know who). As a matter of fact, she was having one right now, and she was enjoying it very much. Oh yes. Then her damned brain interfered.
"Hermione Granger, the time now is 7.30. It's time to wake up now, rise and shine!" said her brain.
The Hermione in her dreams, who was all snuggled up against you know who, looked up angrily. "Ugh! It's you, my stupid brain. Can't you see I am in the middle of a fantasy? Leave me be!"
The brain glowed faintly and emitted an angry buzz, "I am not stupid! I was the cleverest witch Hogwarts has ever seen! I was head girl! I am the one triggering all those sensual feelings so you can have your dreams. IT'S 7.30 WAKE UP!"
Hermione pounded her pillows. "God damn you I want to have sex with Ron before I wake up damn it!"
With that Hermione woke up.
She realised the pillow that she was pounding was Ron's thigh and currently, he was staring at her with an amused expression on his face.
"Oh." She blushed brilliantly.
"Had a good night's sleep?" Ron asked sceptically.
"Erm. . ."
"I think the blood flow is slowly starting to return to my legs now." He said bending his knees and flexing them several times.
"Did I erm. . .hurt you?" Hermione asked trying to put her messy hair back into its bun. It seemed beyond styling however, water was needed to tame it.
"Not really. . . my leg was already so numb with the lack of blood that I really didn't feel much. But I am feeling pins and needles now." He replied, with a painful smile.
"Oh. Sorry. When did I er. . ."
"You fell asleep while I was talking last night."
"Oh. Sorry."
"That's okay. I am going to take a shower now and um. . . what was it that you wanted to do?"
"What?" Hermione asked. Ron couldn't have heard her, that was in her dream. . .
"You said you wanted to have something before you woke up. Anything I can help you with?" Ron asked putting on an annoyingly innocent face.
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A/N: That seems like the right place to stop. . .um I know it was short - hehehehe. I will say the magic word now, 'review' but I'll update anyway. In a few minutes now. . . after I write this note. Okay I'll stop writing the note now.
A/N: Thank you for all the supportive reviews. . .
Hermione had been living in Ron's apartment for approximately 2 and half days now. After that disastrous evening when Harry Claire (may they lie in a pool of their own blood) barged in on her and Ron when she was in a very compromising situation with him, life went on but Hermione had been too shy to try anymore attempts on Ron. . . but tonight. Well, no more treacle tart - let us just go for the straight, old fashion approach. . . That of course, wasn't something that Hermione was able to do. When she had been in her relationship with John, they came close together by talking about work and their interests; books, advancements in muggle and wizard relations, new spells and charms. . .that was what attracted her to him in the first place. But with Ron. . . she wasn't even sure how she was attracted to him but the plain fact was she was. Very much so. And so after much hair tearing and nail biting, Hermione had devised a plan.
She anxiously counted down the minutes to Ron's arrival. Five minutes before he was expected to return, she positioned herself on the couch with a copy of 'Flying with the Cannons Fifth Edition'. After searching through Ron's collection of books, if she could call it a collection, she had found the book in a relatively short time. When Ron arrived, this is what he saw; Hermione, on the couch, deeply immersed in a quidditch book. Or so it seemed.
"What are you doing?." He exclaimed when he found her like this.
Hermione looked up from the book, trying hard not to yawn and gave him a wide smile. "Hi Ron! Why don't you join me?" It was pretty late and Hermione was having a hard time sounding interested when all she wanted then was sleep.
Ron gave her a very strange look and placed himself next to her on the sofa. "Hermione, are you feeling alright?"
"Perfectly fine thank you."
"Okay." Nevertheless, he felt her forehead and noted that she was slightly flushed.
"I had no idea there was only one quaffle in a quidditch game. I thought there were two." Hermione started.
"That's bludgers." Ron corrected automatically.
"Right."
"Hermione, what are you up to? You don't even like quidditch."
"Well, I am taking on a new interest! Now tell me about the rules Ron, I want to know about the rules."
"The rules are simple, team with the most points win. The chasers score goals by playing with the quaffle and putting them through hoops with are guarded by a keeper. . ."
Hermione tried to concentrate. She really did, but she felt her lids closing and a promise of a yawn. Pinching herself lightly, she stifled it and nodded encouragingly at Ron.
". . . the seeker can only end the game if. . ."
She was so tired after a whole day of paper work and it was already late. The warmth of the room together with Ron's proximity was an inexorable combination that sent Hermione to sleep. There, in the middle of Ron's explanation of the rules, Hermione's head drooped forward and she collapsed right on him.
Hermione's head landed right on top of his thighs, dangerously close to a certain part of the male.
"What the hell?!"
It would have been a good position to be in. . . had Hermione been conscious. To make things worse, Ron was now immobile as moving meant waking Hermione up. He blew on her face to wake her up, but it seemed Hermione was in deep sleep and nothing woke her up until 7.30 in the morning. Sighing deeply, Ron tried shifting this way and that but Hermione snuggled closer and said some inaudible things in her sleep and smiled. He had become her favourite pillow. If she hadn't look so peaceful and sweet, Ron could have sworn that he would have pushed her off him. He hoped Hermione didn't drool.
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Hermione's head was a very interesting place to be; Hermione always had interesting dreams and she had intellectual thoughts. Even when Hermione believed herself to be in love with John, her ex, she had never had any sensual dreams about him, in fact she had never had any sensual dreams about anyone, but she was having a lot of them lately. And all of them had been about you know who (not that you know who the other you know who). As a matter of fact, she was having one right now, and she was enjoying it very much. Oh yes. Then her damned brain interfered.
"Hermione Granger, the time now is 7.30. It's time to wake up now, rise and shine!" said her brain.
The Hermione in her dreams, who was all snuggled up against you know who, looked up angrily. "Ugh! It's you, my stupid brain. Can't you see I am in the middle of a fantasy? Leave me be!"
The brain glowed faintly and emitted an angry buzz, "I am not stupid! I was the cleverest witch Hogwarts has ever seen! I was head girl! I am the one triggering all those sensual feelings so you can have your dreams. IT'S 7.30 WAKE UP!"
Hermione pounded her pillows. "God damn you I want to have sex with Ron before I wake up damn it!"
With that Hermione woke up.
She realised the pillow that she was pounding was Ron's thigh and currently, he was staring at her with an amused expression on his face.
"Oh." She blushed brilliantly.
"Had a good night's sleep?" Ron asked sceptically.
"Erm. . ."
"I think the blood flow is slowly starting to return to my legs now." He said bending his knees and flexing them several times.
"Did I erm. . .hurt you?" Hermione asked trying to put her messy hair back into its bun. It seemed beyond styling however, water was needed to tame it.
"Not really. . . my leg was already so numb with the lack of blood that I really didn't feel much. But I am feeling pins and needles now." He replied, with a painful smile.
"Oh. Sorry. When did I er. . ."
"You fell asleep while I was talking last night."
"Oh. Sorry."
"That's okay. I am going to take a shower now and um. . . what was it that you wanted to do?"
"What?" Hermione asked. Ron couldn't have heard her, that was in her dream. . .
"You said you wanted to have something before you woke up. Anything I can help you with?" Ron asked putting on an annoyingly innocent face.
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A/N: That seems like the right place to stop. . .um I know it was short - hehehehe. I will say the magic word now, 'review' but I'll update anyway. In a few minutes now. . . after I write this note. Okay I'll stop writing the note now.