Chapter Five: Damn Hormones
July 22, 1995
It's just hormones, just hormones, JUST HORMONES!
I keep telling myself that but it's getting harder and harder to believe myself. I want to hold her and touch her and kiss her in ways that I know I shouldn't. Why don't I think of Pavarti like that? Why not beautiful, sweet Pavarti with her long, dark hair and brilliant smile? What is it that makes me want Hermione so deeply? I almost wish that it were an infatuation draught so that in a few months it would all just go away.
I must confess that something happened the other night, something that I regret and something that I wish could have gone farther. I know that it doesn't seem like much but it was so much to me.
I was walking down to the kitchen for a glass of pumpkin juice. It was around two in the morning but when I got there Hermione was there, standing on her toes to reach a glass for some water. Without thinking I walked up behind her and reached to grab the glass for her, unwittingly pressing my body hard against hers. It was like electricity shot through my body at every point of contact. The bottom dropped out of my stomach and I felt that familiar sensation of warmth that I have grown accustomed to over the past few days. As quickly as I could I moved away from her and sheepishly handed her the glass. It was only then that my eyes, without permission from me, gave her the once over. It was almost too much for my body to handle. There was Hermione the subject of my, for lack of a better word, lust, wearing a thin nightshirt that barely reached far enough to cover the top of her thighs.
I got my juice and was just about to leave when she came up on her toes and gave me a hug. Needless to say that I was torn between wishing that she had been wearing a bra beneath her shirt, and wishing that she were wearing nothing at all. Goddamn hormones.
Ron woke early to find that it was still dark outside of his window. What he didn't notice for a few moments was that someone was tangled in his violently orange sheets with him. Maybe it was Ginny. She came to sleep with him sometimes when she had a particularly bad dream. If only it weren't Ginny, Ron thought wistfully, If only it were Hermione there in bed beside him.
"Wake up Ginny," he prodded gently, only then realizing that the girl, no, the woman, in his bed was none other than the very object of his lust. What would Harry think when he woke and found them in bed together? "Hermione, wake up."
"Huh?" she groaned as she rolled over onto her back.
"Hermione, what are you doing in my bed?" Ron asked, not sure weather to panic or pull her closer.
"What do you mean your bed Ron? This isn't even your room. Don't you remember what happened last night?" Asked Hermione, propping herself up on one elbow as she rolled to face him. He didn't even try to stop himself from following his wandering eyes down to the deep canyon between he breasts.
"I dunno, what did happen last night?" wondered Ron aloud, sincerely hoping that it hadn't been anything sexual. After all, if he didn't remember it he didn't want it to be anything too great. Ron would have been depressed if his first sexual encounter of any kind were totally erased from his memory. How strangely cheated he would have felt.
"You're so funny. Don't you remember coming in here last night and telling my you'd had a nightmare?"
"Oh," now Ron did remember. His cheeks started to turn scarlet closely followed by his ears.
A/N: sorry this chapter was so short! I was sorta having writers block and it seemed like I was having to push this chapter more than I would have liked. Never fear next chapter should be up within the week. I need your input if I'm going to make this story the best it can be so please read and review (hell, I don't even mind if you just review. 7 is a sad number of reviews for a story with five chapters so far).
July 22, 1995
It's just hormones, just hormones, JUST HORMONES!
I keep telling myself that but it's getting harder and harder to believe myself. I want to hold her and touch her and kiss her in ways that I know I shouldn't. Why don't I think of Pavarti like that? Why not beautiful, sweet Pavarti with her long, dark hair and brilliant smile? What is it that makes me want Hermione so deeply? I almost wish that it were an infatuation draught so that in a few months it would all just go away.
I must confess that something happened the other night, something that I regret and something that I wish could have gone farther. I know that it doesn't seem like much but it was so much to me.
I was walking down to the kitchen for a glass of pumpkin juice. It was around two in the morning but when I got there Hermione was there, standing on her toes to reach a glass for some water. Without thinking I walked up behind her and reached to grab the glass for her, unwittingly pressing my body hard against hers. It was like electricity shot through my body at every point of contact. The bottom dropped out of my stomach and I felt that familiar sensation of warmth that I have grown accustomed to over the past few days. As quickly as I could I moved away from her and sheepishly handed her the glass. It was only then that my eyes, without permission from me, gave her the once over. It was almost too much for my body to handle. There was Hermione the subject of my, for lack of a better word, lust, wearing a thin nightshirt that barely reached far enough to cover the top of her thighs.
I got my juice and was just about to leave when she came up on her toes and gave me a hug. Needless to say that I was torn between wishing that she had been wearing a bra beneath her shirt, and wishing that she were wearing nothing at all. Goddamn hormones.
Ron woke early to find that it was still dark outside of his window. What he didn't notice for a few moments was that someone was tangled in his violently orange sheets with him. Maybe it was Ginny. She came to sleep with him sometimes when she had a particularly bad dream. If only it weren't Ginny, Ron thought wistfully, If only it were Hermione there in bed beside him.
"Wake up Ginny," he prodded gently, only then realizing that the girl, no, the woman, in his bed was none other than the very object of his lust. What would Harry think when he woke and found them in bed together? "Hermione, wake up."
"Huh?" she groaned as she rolled over onto her back.
"Hermione, what are you doing in my bed?" Ron asked, not sure weather to panic or pull her closer.
"What do you mean your bed Ron? This isn't even your room. Don't you remember what happened last night?" Asked Hermione, propping herself up on one elbow as she rolled to face him. He didn't even try to stop himself from following his wandering eyes down to the deep canyon between he breasts.
"I dunno, what did happen last night?" wondered Ron aloud, sincerely hoping that it hadn't been anything sexual. After all, if he didn't remember it he didn't want it to be anything too great. Ron would have been depressed if his first sexual encounter of any kind were totally erased from his memory. How strangely cheated he would have felt.
"You're so funny. Don't you remember coming in here last night and telling my you'd had a nightmare?"
"Oh," now Ron did remember. His cheeks started to turn scarlet closely followed by his ears.
A/N: sorry this chapter was so short! I was sorta having writers block and it seemed like I was having to push this chapter more than I would have liked. Never fear next chapter should be up within the week. I need your input if I'm going to make this story the best it can be so please read and review (hell, I don't even mind if you just review. 7 is a sad number of reviews for a story with five chapters so far).