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Summery: Ron's having some troubles with keeping his body in check around

hermione.Harry knows and Hermione's not helping. Will he be able to keep himself under

control?

I'm writing this bacause I can, what a surprise! No actually I'm writing this to

entertain a friend of mine, you know who you are, hope you enjoy and review beaucoup

times please! Thank you come again. Oh and if you haven't guessed by now my comp is

retarded when it comes to word procesing.:^)

Oh yeah none of this but the plot is mine by the way. (Duh!)

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Chapther 3: Leftover

Dinner came too slow for Ron how was up in his room wondering what exactly little miss Granger was doing. He knew prefectly well she wasn't asleep, there was the scrathing of a quill and giggling of not only her but of his little sister, Ginny, when he walked by her room to the bathroom for another shower. Now Hermione he can 'handel', but with the help of his little sister he was in big trouble! He'd like to think of Ginny as sweet and innocent, but who was he kidding the girl is as bad as Fred and George and she's on Hermione's side.He saw what she did to Harry, pure torture of the mind until he cracked.Ok he didn't know exactly what they were doing in there,but he knew he would find out later.

Oh how right he was, when he came walking down to dinner there they were," Looking all innocent like I don't know what they're up to. I won't let them win. They can't break me!" He thought to himself.

He sat down in the seat next to Hermione, the seat she saved for him. "I know what your up to." He thought again just as a reassurance that he did. He looked down at his seat before he sat down making sure she didn't do anything to the chair.

"Ron what are you doing? Find the chair fasanting do you?" Hermione said to him, Harry laughed. "Shut up Harry, I was just looking to see if Fred and Geaorge did anything to it that's all."If he wasn't trying to get himself out of this embrassing situation he would have noticed Ginny give Hermione a wink." You know them."

"Right. Well are you going to sit down or not?" Hermione said with a smile on her face.

"Yeah of course." He gave the chair one last look and sat down. Nothing happened."Safe so far Weasley."He thought. "So what's for dinner Mum."

Mrs. Weasley popped her head out of the over with a giant turkey. "Turkey!" She put it down on the table and sat at the head of the table. Fred, Harry and Ginny were on one side of the table while George, Hermione and Ron were on the other side and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley at the heads. "Well everyone tuck in!" Mr. Weasley said.

After ten minutes of Quiditch talk Ginny winked at Hermione again, nobody pay much attention to them so nobody noticed.

"So Ron you want to nibble on my breast?"Hermione leaned in and asked.

Ron's eye's buldged out and he spit out his juice."I knew it, I knew!" His head was screaming.

" Ron!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

"Sorry went down the wrong pipe." He looked over at Hermione who was giving him an odd expression holding a piece of her turkey breast out to him.

"I love your breast." He whispered and he took it and nibbled. Obviously that taught her a lesson or she was giving him time off to get his body together. Either one she didn't talk to him for a few moments then he felt it! A tiny finger. Not just any tiny finger, her tiny finger making odd shapes on his thigh. " Oh Merlin, oh Merlin! Not in front of my family! Oh Merlin,oh Merlin.Breath, breath you stupid git! Relax!" He looked over to her, "Oh she looks innocent nibbling her breast...turkey breast turkey breast...but we all know the truth now...oh no that look she just gave me...RELAX!Snape in a tutu Snape in a tutu!Oh Merlin!"

Hermiones whole hand was on his thigh now, rubbing and squeezing, moving closer to his," May I be Excused?" Hermione asked.

"Why of course dear." Molly said. She pulled her had away from him leaving him again with a tent for pants. Ron turned to watch her go and knock in to the table sending his chair backwards. He got lucky because his plate of food landed on what would bring up lots of unwanted question if any of them saw.

"Now I know how leftovers feel.