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A/N: Sorry for the long wait everyone. I got grounded from my computer (grrr) and then I couldn't get it to let me load it. Also, it took forever to find time to type out this chapter. It's kinda long. Oh, and one other factor…I couldn't' put down the 5th book and I HAD to finish it. Again, sorry and thanks for being so patient.

Ch.3~ The First Afternoon

They sat at the table eating their grilled cheese sandwiches and drinking their sodas. Hermione noticed that occasionally, Ron's foot would rub against her leg. But it was nothing, she told herself, just an accident.

When they finished eating, Hermione asked, "So, Ron. What do you want to do first?"

'Oh, the possibilities.' Ron smirked at this thought.

"What?" Hermione asked cautiously. He had a look of mischief come over his face, a look that she liked, when she asked him what to do.

"Huh? What did you ask?" said Ron, coming back to his senses but fully knowing what she had asked. Confused, Hermione repeated her first question.

"Oh! I…uh…what is there to do?"

"Well, we could hang out here and watch TV, movies, talk, or something," ('Or something.' Ron thought decidedly.) "Or we could go swimming or bowling. Pretty much whatever we want." she said innocently. She didn't say what she really wanted to do; she really wanted to attack his fine ass. She smiled at this thought.

"What?" asked Ron.

"Huh? What, what?"

"What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing. So what do you want to do?" she asked, trying to change the subject. There was that look again! She was really starting to like that look. Then he snapped back.

"Why don't we go swimming?"

"Oh, okay."

He wanted to see her in as little as possible, but this was Hermione that he was thinking about! But he'd been thinking about her since 2nd year.

~*~

Pretty soon they were both changed. Ron changed in the bedroom and Hermione in the bathroom. She came out in a red bikini that had orange flames on it, with a pair of short shorts on as well, showing her slim and perfect legs. Ron had a hard time not letting his eyes wander, as did Hermione. Ron was wearing black trunks with blue flames and he hadn't put his shirt on yet. Was that a 6-pack or an 8-pack that she saw?!? She shivered just looking at him ooohh, he looked good, she thought.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

Snapping back from his near drooling daze, he replied, "Uh, yeah, let me just grab my shirt."

"Oh, that reminds me," she left to get two towels and sun block as he went to get his shirt, (which happened to be a skin tight tank top).

~*~

When they got to the pool there was no one swimming, but the pool was open. They went in, Hermione to the girls' room and Ron to the men's. He was out before she was so he hid behind a wall next to the ladies' room. When she walked out she didn't see him anywhere. Oh well, she had spotted a lawn chair and figured she'd get in some tanning while she waited.

As she turned to walk the opposite direction that Ron was hiding in, he quietly popped out. He crept up behind her and wrapped his strong arms around her bare waist. She gasped and lifted her head backwards to look at him. He winked at her and pulled her closer. He wanted to feel her flesh against his skin, and he really didn't want to let go.

"Ron?"

'Damn.' he thought, "Yeah?"

"Can I ask you a favor?" she asked, turning in his arms to face him, not even trying to get loose. This intrigued Ron.

"Anything."

She smiled. "I can't reach my back.", then she added in a sexy voice, "Rub lotion on it for me?"

Fighting down a blush, (not very well), as well as the urge to kiss her.  "Sure. Lie down.", he replied.

She laid out her towel then laid down upon it. Ron knelt down beside her, in disbelief. This had to be Heaven. But at the same time, he couldn't help but think that it was total Hell, mainly because of the torture that he had to endure. He wanted to kiss her, and hold her, and SO much more…

He poured suntan lotion in his hands and gently began to rub it on her long, elegant torso.

~*~

Ron's strong, firm hands glided over her now oily back. She didn't want him to stop. And she could've sworn that he'd already used more than enough lotion to do her whole body, no that she'd mind letting him. When he'd done her whole back about five times, she sat up.

"Oh, sorry." Ron said sheepishly, blushing.

She smiled and told him to lie down. He, naturally, did as he was told. She knelt down over him, one leg on either side of him, as she sat on his buttocks. She soon began massaging the lotion onto his back expertly. When she finished the first coat, she sat up and told him to turn over. Again, he did as he was told. Now she was sitting on his lap and rubbing lotion onto his chest and abs. She was having a GREAT time and judging from where she was sitting, so was he.

~*~

He couldn't take it anymore. Here she was, the love of his life, sitting on his lap and rubbing lotion all over him! He'd never been happier, as it was so obvious. But hopefully, seeing as where she was sitting, she couldn't tell. ('Doubtful.' he thought.)

He couldn't resist, he gently grabbed her hands and slid them from his abs, up his chiseled chest, and around his neck. All the while, pulling her closer to him. Soon they were staring into each other's eyes, only inches apart. He could feel his heart beat quicken and could hear her breathing become faster. His hands were now roaming, stroking her hair and back… Ron lifted his head up a little and kissed her lightly. Both of them receiving a shock that they rather enjoyed, it felt like a bolt of lightening pulsing through their veins when they kissed, and they wanted more. They had been kissing for a couple of minutes when Ron's eyes popped open and he gently pushed her off of him, while trying to keep from laughing.

Now totally bummed and confused, Hermione asked, "What? What did I do?"

"Huh? Oh, trust me, it's not you. You're great." a smile spread across her face, "It's just… I got reminded of something that Fred said this morning before I left."

"Fred?"

"Yeah."

"Oh." now completely lost, "What did he say?"

As he finished telling her what Fred had said about snogging, he was shocked. Hermione didn't get mad. She just started laughing. "Smart man, that Fred!" she managed to say between laughing and gulping for air. Then she pulled him into another kiss.

It wasn't long before the pool manager came to tell them that PDA wasn't allowed, and that if they weren't going to swim, they needed to leave. They said okay and got up laughing. When Hermione was least expecting, Ron grabbed her around the waste again. This time, he lifted her into the air with ease, into his strong arms and carried her down to the 6' deep mark. She was holding onto his neck, then she looked down and immediately realized what he was going to do.

"Ron. Don't." she said, her eyes big.

"Don't what?" he said with an innocent look, a look that was completely deceived by the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Ron, no. Don't…"

He lifted her a little higher and preceded to throw her in, right before he let go, she tightened her grip on his neck. Together, they toppled into the pool with a huge SPLASH!  They soon came up sputtering and laughing.

"Ron! You GIT!!!" she joked.

"What?! I'm innocent."

"Yeah. Right. And I'M the Queen."

He moved closer to her and pulled her wet body close to his in the water. "Oh, but you are." he replied in a deep, sexy voice.

"Am what?" she said confused but totally turned on.

"A queen." he replied casually.

"Huh?"

"You're the queen of my heart." She smiled and he smiled his lopsided grin. She couldn't resist, that was just way to sweet, she kissed him.

~*~

An hour and a half later, they got out of the pool and began to dry off.

"Allow me." said Ron. Taking her towel and proceeded to dry her, then he wrapped her towel around her and meanwhile, his arms too. "Clever man." thought Hermione.

~*~

Later that evening, after they had changed back into regular muggle clothes, Hermione and Ron were playing a game of Wizard's Chess (compliments of Ron.). When out of nowhere, a huge rumble echoed through the room. Hermione looked all about her, not knowing what it was.

"Ron? Did you hear that?"

"Yup."

"What do you think it was?"

"I don't think… I know what it was. I felt it."

"What? What on earth do you mean?"

Just then the rumble erupted again. Ron blushed, "It means…I'm hungry."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "You're hopeless." She got up and  looked into the freezer. Perfect, frozen pizza, she popped three into the oven. (Three because she knew how Ron ate.

"I've got some pizzas in the oven."

"You've got some what in the what?"

"Pizza in the oven. Pizza is a delicious muggle food and an oven is a muggle cooking device."

"Oh, okay. Always up for knew things." he said skeptically.

"Don't worry. You'll love it."

~*~

Over dinner, Ron couldn't help but think ( for once).  "Mione?"

She shivered, "Yeah?"

"Why were we the only ones swimming today? It is a public pool, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. The fair is going on this week, and there are pools and water rides there. So hardly anyone goes to the public pool during the fair. Well, hardly anyone except us…" she added with a wink. Ron blushed, but was confused. He didn't know what a fair was.

"Mione?  May we go to the fair tomorrow?"

"Sure! I've wanted to go. But it's no fun all alone."

"Great!" said Ron.

"So?"

"So, what?" said Ron.

 "How do you like the pizza?"

"OH!" he said, ('duh' Ron thought.), "It's great! Why doesn't Hogwarts have it?"

"I don't know."

"I'm going to request it! It's great!" Hermione had to laugh. To her, pizza was food. To Ron, it was a new discovery. When Ron had wolfed down two and a half of the three pizzas, Hermione suggested a movie. Unsure of what this was too, Ron just shrugged and said "Okay.", eagerly wanting to see more. He could now see why his dad thought muggles were so fascinating.

"What movie do you want to watch?"

"Uh…you choose."

"Um…this one." she said holding up a tape, "It's one of my favorites but it's kind of long."

"What's it called?"

"Lord of the Rings."

Still confused, Ron just shrugged and said "Whatever."

While she had Ron occupied with the movie, she snuck to the bathroom to take a shower. She didn't take a long one, just long enough to get clean and take care of a couple of other things. She then went to her room to change.

~*~

Not sure where Hermione had disappeared to, he got up to look for her. She'd just got up and left, not saying where she was going. He figured that he'd check her room first.

When he opened the door, he received quite a surprise. Hermione was standing there with her back to him and her hair wet, in nothing but lacy, see-through panties. She was struggling with something in front of her, but Ron couldn't see what it was.

"Oh…S-sorry." muttered Ron immediately.

Her head whipped around at the sound of his voice. He had startled her, but not enough to turn around completely. She then got the shirt straightened out and put it on.

"I-I didn't know you were in here. I was just going to change." Ron said nervously, that wasn't at all what he was doing, but he might as well why he's up here.

Now just in a tank top and her underwear, Hermione walked over to him, smiling, patted him on the cheek and said, "It's okay Ron. It's not like you've never seen my back before." She winked at him, then crossed the room and pulled on a pair of shorts. Hermione then walked past Ron and out of the room to let him change.

"Oh." she said suddenly and turned back to him, " Did you want to take a shower? To get the chlorine off."

Ron was unsure as to what chlorine was but liked the idea of a shower. "Yeah."

"Okay, come with me and I'll show you were everything's at." At this she grabbed his hand and led him down the hall, back towards the bathroom. She showed him where everything was but he had other plans.

"Towels are here. Shampoo and soap are here. Uh…I don't think there's anything else. But if you need anything, just…whoa!…" she said as she turned around, where he was already down to his boxers, "Uh…just…holler."

"Ok." was all he said as he walked towards her.

He put his arms around her and kissed her. He bit her lower lip trying to gain access in, she wasn't hesitant to let him in. He groaned with the feel of her tongue on his, as did she. He picked her up and carried her into the living room and sat them on the couch, all while kissing continuously. It was Hermione who pulled away this time.

"Ron, we can't."

Showing visible disappointment, Ron stared at her and said, "Why?"

"Because…we, we just can't."

"That is the first time that I have EVER heard you answer a question like that . So, I'll ask again, why?"

"Ron, I want to kiss you."

"Great, so why don't we?" Ron interrupted.

Then continuing as though she hadn't heard him, "I've had these feelings for you since Second Year." she said, Ron's eyes got big, "And I want to follow them. But I…I don't know, what about our friendship?"

"It'll be stronger." he said calmly.

"Ron, how can you be so sure?" Hermione said through tears.

"Mione, listen to me." he said looking deep into her eyes and still holding her in his arms. "I've loved you since Second Year also. And nothing, nothing, can make me change my mind or end our friendship. The only thing that I'm worried about is …"

"Is what?" choked Hermione, overwhelmed with emotion.

"Is that you'll stop loving me."

"Ron," she said, stroking his cheek, "that will NEVER happen." Then they held each other all night. Hermione woke up the next morning alone, lying on the couch. 

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"I wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't." Was it just her or did his ears just go red? "It's just the lighting." "Sorry I snapped at you."
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Ron is supposed to say "It's fine with me if it's fine with you."

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