Disclaimer: Sorry, not mine
A/N: Ron and Hermione actually do something meaningful in this chapter - I think I've been putting it off for too long.
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"Well? What did you tell him?" Claire was thoroughly enjoying this.
Hermione sighed and fanned herself; she was blushing at the mere memory of the situation. "Well, I told him that I didn't know what he was talking about and I just, argh! It's so embarrassing and frustrating!"
Claire chuckled.
"What should I do Claire?"
"Why don't you wait for Ron to do something?"
"But he did! He asked me. He asked me what I needed." Hermione pulled at a loose curl that had escape her braids, "and I didn't tell him! I just said "I don't know what you are talking about Ron." And I just. . ." Hermione sighed again.
"You aren't very brave are you?" Claire asked Hermione in a sympathetic tone.
"Not now I'm not."
"Well since it's clear that Ron wants you, and I am sure he does since her confided - "
"He did?" Hermione's whole face lit up.
"Well yes. So I think you should just wear your lingerie and wait for him to come home in a provocative position on the couch."
"What! NO!!! I'll NEVER be able to do that. Seriously."
"It worked pretty well for me."
"I am not," Hermione's mouth dropped open. "You DID that?"
"Yep." Claire said nonchalantly.
"Well? How did it go? What did you wear? How the hell did you get the courage to pull that one off?"
"I just did it. It seemed logical and Harry totally agreed with me." Claire smiled widely.
"Tell me about it and spare no details. . . ever since I moved in to Ron's house I've been a horny - "
"Alright. Stop there. You can tell me that you're overdriven with oestrogen but you can't wear lingerie and wait for Ron to come home? That is a little odd."
"It's different you; are a GIRL Ron is a MAN." Hermione said piercing a tomato with her fork.
"Well then. Why don't I go home with you and help you to prepare."
"Claire I seriously don't think I can do this."
"But that is the easiest way to do it!" Claire exclaimed with exasperation.
"I am a intellectual person, I like to mix intelligence and love and feelings and,"
"In the name of Morgan just. Just let me think for a while." Claire closed her eyes and Hermione waited for her reply expectantly.
"Why don't you two just go out on a date?"
Hermione frowned. "Ron is supposed to ask me out on a date. I'm the one that has to seduce him."
"Are you from the 1800's? For the sake of Anne Boleyn. . . you are making this far too hard for yourself and to those around you. Me, for example."
"I need help."
"How did you and your ex first have sex?"
"He did everything. It was a very comfortable journey. But with Ron nothing ever is comfortable nor is it simple."
"Let's just go home and I'll help you in to your outfit."
"What outfit?"
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"I am NOT, under any circumstances going down stairs in these." Hermione plucked at her flimsy garment.
"Wow. Even I am attracted to you." Claire exclaimed admiring her handy work.
"I feel so exposed!"
"No, you look beautiful. Come on, he'll be home any minute!"
"No, no no!!!"
"Yes, yes yes!"
"Hermione? Where are you?" Came a voice from downstairs. Ron was home.
"What do I do, what do I do???"
No answer. Claire was gone and Hermione was by herself.
Hermione walked around her room pointlessly, should she go downstairs should she abandon the whole thing?
Well, fortunately, or unfortunately, she was left with no choice.
Ron was in her room.
"Oh, sorry, didn't know you were changing." he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Hermione jumped on to the bed and covered herself with the bed covers.
"Do you MIND?"
"Nope." He said smiling widely.
Hermione blew the stray curl that had escaped her knot off her face, now rapid turning the colour Ron's hair. He walked slowly towards her, quailing under her covers.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No." she whispered.
"Do you want me to stay?"
"No."
"What do you want me to do?" he asked sitting precariously close to her. She could make out his freckles which were splayed carelessly over the bridge of his nose. She gave no answer but her eyes were the twice of their normal size. She had to say something. She had to say something quickly because Ron was leaning into her personal space.
"In China they think freckles are unlucky." 'Stupid stupid stupid!' This had to be the most brainless thing she had ever said.
Ron raised his brow. "So?"
"So. . ."
"Hermione, be honest with me."
"What? Be honest about what?" Hermione was done moving away from Ron. Her back was pressed flat against the headboard of her bed.
"Tell me that right now you want me to stay."
"Okay." She almost squeaked.
"Good. That's a start. Tell me something else that I want to hear."
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The early morning beams of sunshine were streaming in through the muslin curtains. Hermione slowly opened her sleep ridden eyes. She stretched and rolled off the bed and landed on her bum with a soft bump. She looked over her naked shoulder and spied Ron still in deep sleep. She ran her hands through her hair and smiled. She had done it! She had had the most wonderful night of her life. . . seriously it was right up there with the day when she became head girl or the day when she got her first piece of homework back. Her waking up in the same bed as Ron was like her paper with a huge 10/10 on it. She let out a small giggle. It hadn't quite gone the way she expected but nevertheless, it had happened. She climbed back on the bed carefully so not to disturb Ron. He was always in a rotten temper in the mornings. She couldn't lie down again. She was full of energy. Bouncing lightly up and down the bed, she contemplated her next move. Should she wake him up with a kiss? Should she hug him? What, what what?? Instead, she was pulled back down.
"Morning gorgeous." Ron put his arm around her and pulled her closer. She squirmed in delight unable to hold in her giggles. God, she sounded like a school girl, and she got annoyed at all her room mates when they had returned from their late night tryst in the boys dormitories.
"Ron? Ron?"
Ron was back in sleep land. Well that won't do. Hermione was never a nocturnal person, she was an early riser and the early bird got all the worms. . . or something like that. She gently blew on his nose.
"Oy."
"Hmm?"
"We still have time."
"Time for what?" Ron asked innocently but there was no mistaking the grin in his voice.
"You know what. Don't make me say it."
"Say what?" he was definitely awake now.
"You know. . . what we did last night."
Ron put on a thoughtful face. "What did we do last night?"
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A/N: I can't write anymore!! What am I to do next?
A/N: Ron and Hermione actually do something meaningful in this chapter - I think I've been putting it off for too long.
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"Well? What did you tell him?" Claire was thoroughly enjoying this.
Hermione sighed and fanned herself; she was blushing at the mere memory of the situation. "Well, I told him that I didn't know what he was talking about and I just, argh! It's so embarrassing and frustrating!"
Claire chuckled.
"What should I do Claire?"
"Why don't you wait for Ron to do something?"
"But he did! He asked me. He asked me what I needed." Hermione pulled at a loose curl that had escape her braids, "and I didn't tell him! I just said "I don't know what you are talking about Ron." And I just. . ." Hermione sighed again.
"You aren't very brave are you?" Claire asked Hermione in a sympathetic tone.
"Not now I'm not."
"Well since it's clear that Ron wants you, and I am sure he does since her confided - "
"He did?" Hermione's whole face lit up.
"Well yes. So I think you should just wear your lingerie and wait for him to come home in a provocative position on the couch."
"What! NO!!! I'll NEVER be able to do that. Seriously."
"It worked pretty well for me."
"I am not," Hermione's mouth dropped open. "You DID that?"
"Yep." Claire said nonchalantly.
"Well? How did it go? What did you wear? How the hell did you get the courage to pull that one off?"
"I just did it. It seemed logical and Harry totally agreed with me." Claire smiled widely.
"Tell me about it and spare no details. . . ever since I moved in to Ron's house I've been a horny - "
"Alright. Stop there. You can tell me that you're overdriven with oestrogen but you can't wear lingerie and wait for Ron to come home? That is a little odd."
"It's different you; are a GIRL Ron is a MAN." Hermione said piercing a tomato with her fork.
"Well then. Why don't I go home with you and help you to prepare."
"Claire I seriously don't think I can do this."
"But that is the easiest way to do it!" Claire exclaimed with exasperation.
"I am a intellectual person, I like to mix intelligence and love and feelings and,"
"In the name of Morgan just. Just let me think for a while." Claire closed her eyes and Hermione waited for her reply expectantly.
"Why don't you two just go out on a date?"
Hermione frowned. "Ron is supposed to ask me out on a date. I'm the one that has to seduce him."
"Are you from the 1800's? For the sake of Anne Boleyn. . . you are making this far too hard for yourself and to those around you. Me, for example."
"I need help."
"How did you and your ex first have sex?"
"He did everything. It was a very comfortable journey. But with Ron nothing ever is comfortable nor is it simple."
"Let's just go home and I'll help you in to your outfit."
"What outfit?"
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"I am NOT, under any circumstances going down stairs in these." Hermione plucked at her flimsy garment.
"Wow. Even I am attracted to you." Claire exclaimed admiring her handy work.
"I feel so exposed!"
"No, you look beautiful. Come on, he'll be home any minute!"
"No, no no!!!"
"Yes, yes yes!"
"Hermione? Where are you?" Came a voice from downstairs. Ron was home.
"What do I do, what do I do???"
No answer. Claire was gone and Hermione was by herself.
Hermione walked around her room pointlessly, should she go downstairs should she abandon the whole thing?
Well, fortunately, or unfortunately, she was left with no choice.
Ron was in her room.
"Oh, sorry, didn't know you were changing." he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Hermione jumped on to the bed and covered herself with the bed covers.
"Do you MIND?"
"Nope." He said smiling widely.
Hermione blew the stray curl that had escaped her knot off her face, now rapid turning the colour Ron's hair. He walked slowly towards her, quailing under her covers.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No." she whispered.
"Do you want me to stay?"
"No."
"What do you want me to do?" he asked sitting precariously close to her. She could make out his freckles which were splayed carelessly over the bridge of his nose. She gave no answer but her eyes were the twice of their normal size. She had to say something. She had to say something quickly because Ron was leaning into her personal space.
"In China they think freckles are unlucky." 'Stupid stupid stupid!' This had to be the most brainless thing she had ever said.
Ron raised his brow. "So?"
"So. . ."
"Hermione, be honest with me."
"What? Be honest about what?" Hermione was done moving away from Ron. Her back was pressed flat against the headboard of her bed.
"Tell me that right now you want me to stay."
"Okay." She almost squeaked.
"Good. That's a start. Tell me something else that I want to hear."
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The early morning beams of sunshine were streaming in through the muslin curtains. Hermione slowly opened her sleep ridden eyes. She stretched and rolled off the bed and landed on her bum with a soft bump. She looked over her naked shoulder and spied Ron still in deep sleep. She ran her hands through her hair and smiled. She had done it! She had had the most wonderful night of her life. . . seriously it was right up there with the day when she became head girl or the day when she got her first piece of homework back. Her waking up in the same bed as Ron was like her paper with a huge 10/10 on it. She let out a small giggle. It hadn't quite gone the way she expected but nevertheless, it had happened. She climbed back on the bed carefully so not to disturb Ron. He was always in a rotten temper in the mornings. She couldn't lie down again. She was full of energy. Bouncing lightly up and down the bed, she contemplated her next move. Should she wake him up with a kiss? Should she hug him? What, what what?? Instead, she was pulled back down.
"Morning gorgeous." Ron put his arm around her and pulled her closer. She squirmed in delight unable to hold in her giggles. God, she sounded like a school girl, and she got annoyed at all her room mates when they had returned from their late night tryst in the boys dormitories.
"Ron? Ron?"
Ron was back in sleep land. Well that won't do. Hermione was never a nocturnal person, she was an early riser and the early bird got all the worms. . . or something like that. She gently blew on his nose.
"Oy."
"Hmm?"
"We still have time."
"Time for what?" Ron asked innocently but there was no mistaking the grin in his voice.
"You know what. Don't make me say it."
"Say what?" he was definitely awake now.
"You know. . . what we did last night."
Ron put on a thoughtful face. "What did we do last night?"
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A/N: I can't write anymore!! What am I to do next?