Hermione lay very still, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted. She'd been feeling tense and tired for days now, but this – this was the way to relax, oh yes...
She gasped as Ron hit a sensitive spot. He stopped immediately.
"Does it hurt?" he asked anxiously.
"No, it's fine," she smiled, warmed by his concern. "Please... keep going."
The sensation of skin on skin, someone she cared so deeply about here, so close to her, and touching her gently, carefully... A little too carefully, really –
"You needn't be quite so gentle, Ron," she told him, and then gasped as he responded to her instructions.
"Oh..."
She couldn't help but moan, relaxing totally and giving herself up entirely to just feeling... Oh, he was good...
A while later, Ron cleared his throat.
"Hermione?"
"Muh?"
"Are you awake?"
"Mm... unh..."
Ron moved away from the bed, rolling down his sleeves and shaking his aching hands. Hermione let out an inarticulate sound of protest. Ron smiled and pulled the covers over her. She stirred.
"Thanks, Ron," she said sleepily. "That was the best backrub I've ever had."
~ fin