Stage 1: What Hermione Wants
Ron had barely closed his eyes for the night when he was startled awake by the small
creak of the boys' dormitory door. He froze as small, quick steps echoed on the floor.
Half expecting some Death Eater to suddenly appear and grab him, Ron was in turn
relieved and then confused as Hermione's nervous face came into view.
"Mione," Ron exclaimed in a harsh whisper. "What're you doing? This is the boys
dorm!"
Hermione put a finger to his lips to still any more of his words. Taking a deep breath, she
whispered, "I'm sorry Ron, I just...well, I couldn't take it any more. I have to tell you
something, but I'm scared to death of your reaction."
Ron sat up fully and motioned for her to sit down next to him on his bed. Slightly hesitant,
Hermione eased down onto the spot furthest from him. Her hands were clasped together,
trembling slightly.
"You can tell me anything, Hermione.you know that." Ron yawned, then rubbed a bit of the sleep from his eyes. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he belatedly noticed what Hermione was wearing.
During that past summer vacation, Harry had come to the Burrow a full two days after Hermione, and had brought with him a magazine he'd found in the bottom of his cousin's closet. Victorina's Secrets, or some such name.
It was full of Muggle women dressed in barely anything. Ron certainly liked that fine, but his attention had been drawn to the pajama section. That's where he saw a model in the most shiny, soft looking material he'd ever laid his eyes upon.
The blue pajamas themselves were quite modest, but the way they had hugged the woman's curves made him ponder exactly how well the material would fall against Hermione's recently matured form.
That image had directly motivated his.broomstick polishing for a good week afterward. And now, of all times, of all places, Hermione was sitting on his bed, wearing those same pajamas in a vivid, sexy, siren red.
Ron sucked in a breath, and tried to tell his body to calm down, and his brain to shut up. Both refused to listen. Meanwhile, Hermione had decided that it was best to get everything out in one big blurt.
"Ron,I'minlovewithyouandIhavebeenforaverylongtimeandIcouldn'tholditinanymore andItotallyunderstandifyoudon'tfeelthesamewayIdoandIdon'texpectanythingtocha ngebutIhopewecanatleaststillbefriendsandthatyoudon'thateme."
Ron blinked once. Then again. Hermione stared at him, too scared to stay and hear his response, but too scared to run away without knowing once and for all.
She waited for what seemed like hours, before it began to sink in that she wasn't going to get a reply. Ron didn't feel the same way and was trying to think of a polite way to let her down gently.
And of course, since it was Ron, it would take more time for him to think up a polite response than it would for most others.
Hermione decided that she had to get out before she lost her composure completely. Her sudden movement up off the bed and towards the door brought Ron out of his stupor. Just as she reached the exit,
Ron's voice rang out softly. "You...you're in love with me?" He sounded so disbelieving that Hermione turned back towards him. "Yes," she replied softly.
"And you've loved me for a while?"
"Since third year for sure, but I didn't admit it to myself until the beginning of fourth." Hermione's blush made a nice complement to her pajamas.
Ron shook his head in amazement. All this time, he'd been worrying, plotting and planning a way to get Hermione to love him, and she had already felt that way.
For the first time since her admission, Ron fully faced Hermione and met her gaze. The words flew out of his mouth effortlessly, as if they could no longer be contained.
" I love you too, Mione. I just couldn't figure out how to tell you. Good thing you're the clever one, eh?"
Hermione's face, previously taut with worry and apprehension, transformed with a luminous smile. She let out a small sound of delight, then realized where she was and clapped her hands over her mouth.
Not one of Ron's roommates stirred, and he silently motioned Hermione back towards his bed.
Neither spoke. Hermione nervously twirled a curl around her finger, while Ron tapped his fingers on his bed. He was the first to break.
"So, what happens now?" Hermione looked up and shrugged in response. "I have no idea."
"Well," Ron began, "I know what I'd like to do." He wiggled his eyebrows at Hermione and gave her a mischievous grin.
Hermione rolled her eyes in response, more out of habit than any real annoyance. "You're such a...boy!"
Hermione's eyes narrowed suddenly, an act that worried Ron immediately. He was so busy trying to figure out what she was up to that he missed the tell- tale gleam in her eye.
Leaning towards Ron, she practically purred, "So now that you have me Ron, what are you going to do with me?"
Ron knew she was daring him to make a move, to prove his words. Ron also knew that Hermione wasn't absolutely convinced that this was a serious declaration of love on his part.
He couldn't blame her. If he wasn't privy to his own thoughts, he would have doubted his true intentions the same as Hermione.
Well if she wanted proof, she was damn well gonna get it.
Ron reached for her quickly, and had her nestled next to him on his bed pillows before she realized what was happening. She opened her mouth to protest, and he stopped her words with his mouth.
He couldn't believe how sweet her lips tasted. They were better than any butterbeer or sugarquill he'd ever had. He was immediately addicted, already dreading the eventual separation of his mouth from hers.
Hermione's arms slowly wrapped around his waist, and her mouth opened to moan. Ron took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, and his world exploded. Tastes and sensations assaulted him from all sides.
The smells and the feel of her body against him were intoxicating. He was lost in her mouth and didn't even want to come up for air, afraid that he'd discover that it wasn't really happening.
Hermione kissed Ron back. Her soft wet tongue slid into his mouth and began to tease his tongue. Instinctively, Ron's grip on Hermione tightened, and he took the opportunity to caress her, loving the feel of her silky pajamas
combined with the warm heat of her body.
She was all around him, enveloping his body into her softness, welcoming him to the feast. After hesitating momentarily, Ron slid down both hands to grip Hermione's bottom and draw her more closely to him.
Her soft exclamation let him know that she was well aware of her effect on his lower regions.
Ron waited, half expecting Hermione to pull away, but her next act sent him to the stars. She purposely pushed her hips into his, then moved against him in small circles.
Ron was sure he'd stopped breathing.
It took more self-restraint than he'd ever imagined he possessed, but he managed to blurt out, "Hermione, we have to stop soon, before we get out of control."
Hermione's soft brown eyes, filled with love and desire, met his calmly. "What if I want to get out of control?"
"What?" Ron was sure he'd misunderstood.
Hermione sat up, then slowly unfastened the top bottom of her pajamas. "I want you Ron, I want you to be my first."
Ron's gaze was riveted to her chest, unable to move. "Are you sure?"
Hermione responded by unfastening another button. "It's always been you, Ron. It will always be you."
More of Hermione's skin was being exposed. Ron couldn't take his eyes away.
Ron. Ron. Rooooon.
Hermione's lovely body was moving further away. Ron desperately tried to hold on to his view of her disrobing. But something...wasn't quite right.
"RON!"
Ron shook his head, futilely trying to bring Hermione back to him. But he could feel himself being pulled away, so fast that there was time to say goodbye.
Ron sat straight up, his forehead burning in pain. As his vision cleared, he observed that he was in his bed. Alone. It was daylight, and Harry was in front of him,
wearing a knowing smirk on his face. He was also holding Neville's Remembrall, which Ron assumed had been thrown at his forehead in Harry's desperation to wake him up.
"Finally," Harry exclaimed. "Thought you were gonna sleep forever."
Ron peered at his bedside alarm clock, then muttered, "Why in the bloody hell did you wake me up so early, Harry? I still have twenty minutes before I have to get up. I was having a right nice dream, and you ruined it!"
Harry snickered. "That's why I woke you up, you daft git! Or did you want the whole of our dormitory hearing you moan Hermione's name and watch you lift your sheets without the use of your hands?"
Ron's face immediately turned a deep red, and he glanced down at his front. Though not quite as noticeable as Harry had made it seem, Ron knew that he would've been made fun of for the whole week if Seamus or Dean had caught him.
Sighing deeply, Ron sheepishly thanked Harry for waking him. Harry merely shrugged in response, stating, "You would've done the same for me."
Seeing that the rest of the room was still sleeping soundly, Ron asked if Harry wanted to see the plan he'd been working on at Harry's suggestion.
Harry was quite interested, and Ron went over to his trunk, took out a blank parchment, and laid it on the bed between them.
After glancing round to make sure all were still unconscious, Ron muttered, "Percy is my hero."
The parchment shimmered, then black writing began to appear upon it. At Harry's inquisitive look, Ron nodded towards the parchment. "Invisible Ink. One of Fred and George's ideas, but the twist is that they put a voice activated password on the ink. So as long as the bottle lasts, only my voice saying the password will reveal the ink. Very handy with this kind of top secret information."
The parchment read:
OPERATION HERMIONE'S HEART
GOALS
FIND OUT WHAT TYPE OF GUY SHE WANTS
FIND OUT WHAT SHE LIKES ABOUT ME
FIND OUT WHAT SHE DOESN'T LIKE ABOUT ME
CHANGE ACCORDINGLY
BE NICE
TRY TO DO THINGS SHE LIKES TO DO
DON'T MENTION KRUM, EVER
STOP SWEARING
STOP FIGHTING WITH DRACO(UNLESS ME DEFENDING HER HONOR TURNS HER ON)
DON'T INSULT HER
DO SOMETHING THAT SHOWS AMBITION
DON'T KICK CROOKSHANKS
DON'T MAKE FUN OF HER KNOWITALLNESS OR HER OVERACHIEVING
COMPLIMENT HER AND MEAN IT
FIGURE OUT HOW TO BE A SENSITIVE ROMANTIC GUY
METHODS OF ACHIEVING GOALS
TALK TO GINNY-CLOSEST THING TO A GIRL I KNOW BESIDES HERMIONE
TALK TO FRED AND GEORGE (MOSTLY FRED) ABOUT HAVING A GIRLFRIEND
RESEARCH (ARGH!) ROMANTIC THINGS LIKE POEMS AND LEARN MORE ABOUT MUGGLE THINGS TO IMPRESS HER
ASK MOM VAGUELY ABOUT HOW HER AND DAD GOT TOGETHER (DON'T GET TOO MANY DETAILS)
TALK TO BILL ABOUT BEING COOL AND SOUGHT AFTER
TRAIN FOR THE QUIDDITCH TEAM TO IMPRESS HER (THOUGH I WAS GONNA GO OUT FOR IT ANYWAY)
HAVE HARRY KICK ME WHENEVER I SAY SOMETHING STUPID THAT UPSETS HER
PRETEND MALFOY DOESN'T EXIST- UNLESS HE INSULTS HERMIONE OR HARRY
PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS- EVEN SNAPE'S- TO LEARN IMPRESSIVE THINGS
PAY ATTENTION TO HERMIONE, AND DON'T STARE AT HER CHEST- SHE'S BOUND TO NOTICE SOONER OR LATER
"What do you think, Harry?"
Harry studied the parchment a bit longer, then announced, "I don't think you'll be able to walk very much."
"Why's that," Ron questioned, thoroughly confused.
"Because you say something stupid at least thirty times a day."
Ron's face cleared, and with a mock growl, he chased Harry around their dormitory, waking up the rest of the fifth years in the process.
****Ha! Gotcha didn't I? Come on, you didn't really believe Hermione would voluntarily enter a boys dormitory after hours, did you? Don't worry, I plan at least 12 more chapters to this tale. You'll never see them, though, if you don't review! Thanks to
Ron had barely closed his eyes for the night when he was startled awake by the small
creak of the boys' dormitory door. He froze as small, quick steps echoed on the floor.
Half expecting some Death Eater to suddenly appear and grab him, Ron was in turn
relieved and then confused as Hermione's nervous face came into view.
"Mione," Ron exclaimed in a harsh whisper. "What're you doing? This is the boys
dorm!"
Hermione put a finger to his lips to still any more of his words. Taking a deep breath, she
whispered, "I'm sorry Ron, I just...well, I couldn't take it any more. I have to tell you
something, but I'm scared to death of your reaction."
Ron sat up fully and motioned for her to sit down next to him on his bed. Slightly hesitant,
Hermione eased down onto the spot furthest from him. Her hands were clasped together,
trembling slightly.
"You can tell me anything, Hermione.you know that." Ron yawned, then rubbed a bit of the sleep from his eyes. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he belatedly noticed what Hermione was wearing.
During that past summer vacation, Harry had come to the Burrow a full two days after Hermione, and had brought with him a magazine he'd found in the bottom of his cousin's closet. Victorina's Secrets, or some such name.
It was full of Muggle women dressed in barely anything. Ron certainly liked that fine, but his attention had been drawn to the pajama section. That's where he saw a model in the most shiny, soft looking material he'd ever laid his eyes upon.
The blue pajamas themselves were quite modest, but the way they had hugged the woman's curves made him ponder exactly how well the material would fall against Hermione's recently matured form.
That image had directly motivated his.broomstick polishing for a good week afterward. And now, of all times, of all places, Hermione was sitting on his bed, wearing those same pajamas in a vivid, sexy, siren red.
Ron sucked in a breath, and tried to tell his body to calm down, and his brain to shut up. Both refused to listen. Meanwhile, Hermione had decided that it was best to get everything out in one big blurt.
"Ron,I'minlovewithyouandIhavebeenforaverylongtimeandIcouldn'tholditinanymore andItotallyunderstandifyoudon'tfeelthesamewayIdoandIdon'texpectanythingtocha ngebutIhopewecanatleaststillbefriendsandthatyoudon'thateme."
Ron blinked once. Then again. Hermione stared at him, too scared to stay and hear his response, but too scared to run away without knowing once and for all.
She waited for what seemed like hours, before it began to sink in that she wasn't going to get a reply. Ron didn't feel the same way and was trying to think of a polite way to let her down gently.
And of course, since it was Ron, it would take more time for him to think up a polite response than it would for most others.
Hermione decided that she had to get out before she lost her composure completely. Her sudden movement up off the bed and towards the door brought Ron out of his stupor. Just as she reached the exit,
Ron's voice rang out softly. "You...you're in love with me?" He sounded so disbelieving that Hermione turned back towards him. "Yes," she replied softly.
"And you've loved me for a while?"
"Since third year for sure, but I didn't admit it to myself until the beginning of fourth." Hermione's blush made a nice complement to her pajamas.
Ron shook his head in amazement. All this time, he'd been worrying, plotting and planning a way to get Hermione to love him, and she had already felt that way.
For the first time since her admission, Ron fully faced Hermione and met her gaze. The words flew out of his mouth effortlessly, as if they could no longer be contained.
" I love you too, Mione. I just couldn't figure out how to tell you. Good thing you're the clever one, eh?"
Hermione's face, previously taut with worry and apprehension, transformed with a luminous smile. She let out a small sound of delight, then realized where she was and clapped her hands over her mouth.
Not one of Ron's roommates stirred, and he silently motioned Hermione back towards his bed.
Neither spoke. Hermione nervously twirled a curl around her finger, while Ron tapped his fingers on his bed. He was the first to break.
"So, what happens now?" Hermione looked up and shrugged in response. "I have no idea."
"Well," Ron began, "I know what I'd like to do." He wiggled his eyebrows at Hermione and gave her a mischievous grin.
Hermione rolled her eyes in response, more out of habit than any real annoyance. "You're such a...boy!"
Hermione's eyes narrowed suddenly, an act that worried Ron immediately. He was so busy trying to figure out what she was up to that he missed the tell- tale gleam in her eye.
Leaning towards Ron, she practically purred, "So now that you have me Ron, what are you going to do with me?"
Ron knew she was daring him to make a move, to prove his words. Ron also knew that Hermione wasn't absolutely convinced that this was a serious declaration of love on his part.
He couldn't blame her. If he wasn't privy to his own thoughts, he would have doubted his true intentions the same as Hermione.
Well if she wanted proof, she was damn well gonna get it.
Ron reached for her quickly, and had her nestled next to him on his bed pillows before she realized what was happening. She opened her mouth to protest, and he stopped her words with his mouth.
He couldn't believe how sweet her lips tasted. They were better than any butterbeer or sugarquill he'd ever had. He was immediately addicted, already dreading the eventual separation of his mouth from hers.
Hermione's arms slowly wrapped around his waist, and her mouth opened to moan. Ron took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, and his world exploded. Tastes and sensations assaulted him from all sides.
The smells and the feel of her body against him were intoxicating. He was lost in her mouth and didn't even want to come up for air, afraid that he'd discover that it wasn't really happening.
Hermione kissed Ron back. Her soft wet tongue slid into his mouth and began to tease his tongue. Instinctively, Ron's grip on Hermione tightened, and he took the opportunity to caress her, loving the feel of her silky pajamas
combined with the warm heat of her body.
She was all around him, enveloping his body into her softness, welcoming him to the feast. After hesitating momentarily, Ron slid down both hands to grip Hermione's bottom and draw her more closely to him.
Her soft exclamation let him know that she was well aware of her effect on his lower regions.
Ron waited, half expecting Hermione to pull away, but her next act sent him to the stars. She purposely pushed her hips into his, then moved against him in small circles.
Ron was sure he'd stopped breathing.
It took more self-restraint than he'd ever imagined he possessed, but he managed to blurt out, "Hermione, we have to stop soon, before we get out of control."
Hermione's soft brown eyes, filled with love and desire, met his calmly. "What if I want to get out of control?"
"What?" Ron was sure he'd misunderstood.
Hermione sat up, then slowly unfastened the top bottom of her pajamas. "I want you Ron, I want you to be my first."
Ron's gaze was riveted to her chest, unable to move. "Are you sure?"
Hermione responded by unfastening another button. "It's always been you, Ron. It will always be you."
More of Hermione's skin was being exposed. Ron couldn't take his eyes away.
Ron. Ron. Rooooon.
Hermione's lovely body was moving further away. Ron desperately tried to hold on to his view of her disrobing. But something...wasn't quite right.
"RON!"
Ron shook his head, futilely trying to bring Hermione back to him. But he could feel himself being pulled away, so fast that there was time to say goodbye.
Ron sat straight up, his forehead burning in pain. As his vision cleared, he observed that he was in his bed. Alone. It was daylight, and Harry was in front of him,
wearing a knowing smirk on his face. He was also holding Neville's Remembrall, which Ron assumed had been thrown at his forehead in Harry's desperation to wake him up.
"Finally," Harry exclaimed. "Thought you were gonna sleep forever."
Ron peered at his bedside alarm clock, then muttered, "Why in the bloody hell did you wake me up so early, Harry? I still have twenty minutes before I have to get up. I was having a right nice dream, and you ruined it!"
Harry snickered. "That's why I woke you up, you daft git! Or did you want the whole of our dormitory hearing you moan Hermione's name and watch you lift your sheets without the use of your hands?"
Ron's face immediately turned a deep red, and he glanced down at his front. Though not quite as noticeable as Harry had made it seem, Ron knew that he would've been made fun of for the whole week if Seamus or Dean had caught him.
Sighing deeply, Ron sheepishly thanked Harry for waking him. Harry merely shrugged in response, stating, "You would've done the same for me."
Seeing that the rest of the room was still sleeping soundly, Ron asked if Harry wanted to see the plan he'd been working on at Harry's suggestion.
Harry was quite interested, and Ron went over to his trunk, took out a blank parchment, and laid it on the bed between them.
After glancing round to make sure all were still unconscious, Ron muttered, "Percy is my hero."
The parchment shimmered, then black writing began to appear upon it. At Harry's inquisitive look, Ron nodded towards the parchment. "Invisible Ink. One of Fred and George's ideas, but the twist is that they put a voice activated password on the ink. So as long as the bottle lasts, only my voice saying the password will reveal the ink. Very handy with this kind of top secret information."
The parchment read:
OPERATION HERMIONE'S HEART
GOALS
FIND OUT WHAT TYPE OF GUY SHE WANTS
FIND OUT WHAT SHE LIKES ABOUT ME
FIND OUT WHAT SHE DOESN'T LIKE ABOUT ME
CHANGE ACCORDINGLY
BE NICE
TRY TO DO THINGS SHE LIKES TO DO
DON'T MENTION KRUM, EVER
STOP SWEARING
STOP FIGHTING WITH DRACO(UNLESS ME DEFENDING HER HONOR TURNS HER ON)
DON'T INSULT HER
DO SOMETHING THAT SHOWS AMBITION
DON'T KICK CROOKSHANKS
DON'T MAKE FUN OF HER KNOWITALLNESS OR HER OVERACHIEVING
COMPLIMENT HER AND MEAN IT
FIGURE OUT HOW TO BE A SENSITIVE ROMANTIC GUY
METHODS OF ACHIEVING GOALS
TALK TO GINNY-CLOSEST THING TO A GIRL I KNOW BESIDES HERMIONE
TALK TO FRED AND GEORGE (MOSTLY FRED) ABOUT HAVING A GIRLFRIEND
RESEARCH (ARGH!) ROMANTIC THINGS LIKE POEMS AND LEARN MORE ABOUT MUGGLE THINGS TO IMPRESS HER
ASK MOM VAGUELY ABOUT HOW HER AND DAD GOT TOGETHER (DON'T GET TOO MANY DETAILS)
TALK TO BILL ABOUT BEING COOL AND SOUGHT AFTER
TRAIN FOR THE QUIDDITCH TEAM TO IMPRESS HER (THOUGH I WAS GONNA GO OUT FOR IT ANYWAY)
HAVE HARRY KICK ME WHENEVER I SAY SOMETHING STUPID THAT UPSETS HER
PRETEND MALFOY DOESN'T EXIST- UNLESS HE INSULTS HERMIONE OR HARRY
PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS- EVEN SNAPE'S- TO LEARN IMPRESSIVE THINGS
PAY ATTENTION TO HERMIONE, AND DON'T STARE AT HER CHEST- SHE'S BOUND TO NOTICE SOONER OR LATER
"What do you think, Harry?"
Harry studied the parchment a bit longer, then announced, "I don't think you'll be able to walk very much."
"Why's that," Ron questioned, thoroughly confused.
"Because you say something stupid at least thirty times a day."
Ron's face cleared, and with a mock growl, he chased Harry around their dormitory, waking up the rest of the fifth years in the process.
****Ha! Gotcha didn't I? Come on, you didn't really believe Hermione would voluntarily enter a boys dormitory after hours, did you? Don't worry, I plan at least 12 more chapters to this tale. You'll never see them, though, if you don't review! Thanks to