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"Ron!" Mrs. Wealsey called from the bottom of the stairs. "Hermoine's here!"
Ron, who had been flipping through a magazine, sat up. "Be right down, Mum!" He quickly ran his fingers through his red hair and looked himself over in the mirror, which shouted, "Stop primping, already!"
He ran down the stairs, stumbling over quiet a few. "Hi...uh...erm...sorry! Hi, Hermone," Ron said, a little breathlessly. She had obviously used Sleekeazy's Hair Potion again; her hair looked soft and smooth. She was wearing eyeliner, which made her eyes really stand out. She smiled shyly with her glossy lips.
"Hey, Ron," she said, smiling to reveal brace-less teeth.
"Erm, shall I take your coat, then?" Ron asked, walking over.
"Okay. Thanks," she smiled. God, she looked hot, Ron thought. She took the coat off, and handed it to Ron, who couldn't help but stare at her red tank top, covering two prominent "mounds". Hermoine turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Is there anything I can do to help with dinner?"
"Oh, no, dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Nothing at all. Why don't you go put your things in Ginny's room?"
"All right, then," Hermoine smiled. "Ron?" she asked, after he had hung her coat up. "When's Harry coming?"
"About three days," Ron mumbled. "Ah, shall we go upstairs?"
"Sure," Hermoine said, as Ron grabbed her large trunk, and began pulling it upstairs. He dropped it off in Ginny's room, but Hermoine kept walking up to his room. She opened the door and smiled. "Want to just hang out in here?"
Ron had never heard Hermoine say 'hang out' before. For some reason, this made his heart race. It also made him stutter and go, "Er...If you wanna."
Hermoine flopped down on the bed, and kicked her platform sandals off. Ron quickly pushed his "Quidditch Weekly" magazine off the bed, shut his underwear drawer, and kicked some clothes under his bed. He sat down next to her. "Er, you look different, with your hair like that," he told her lamely.
"Do you like it?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah. Your normal hair is fine too, but er...this is nice."
Hermoine smiled, and pulled a tube of lipgloss out of her pocket. She smeared it on her lips, very slowly. Ron shut his eyes, and tried to think of very unsexy thoughts. Like Percy in a thong. He slowly opened his eyes to find Hermoine staring at him, quizically. Ron realized he had been making a revolted face at the whole 'Percy-in-a-thong' thing. He blushed, his ears turning red. Hermoine giggled, and moved closer to him. At that precise moment, Ginny ran in.
"Dinner's ready," she said, before blushing and running off.
Hermoine stood up, and stretched. "Let's go down, then, shall we, Ron?" Ron nodded feverently, and followed her downstairs, glaring at her butt the whole time. He watched her all during dinner. He couldn't help it. She was beautiful. He was lucky that he had a napkin over his lap, and that she was sitting across from him.
After dinner, Hermoine suggested they go for a walk. She looked up at the stars. "Aren't they gorgeous, Ron?"
"Yeah, you are. I mean, they are," Ron felt like his head may explode. He was rather embarrassed, but his spirits lifted when Hermoine squeezed his hand and murmured, "Thanks."
"Wow. It must be getting pretty late. I'm not tired, though," Hermoine added. "I feel like I could stay up all night."
"Right," Ron said, thinking of Percy in a thong, McGonagall in a thong, his mum in a thong, anything to calm himself down. They walked slowly towards the house, and Hermoine slid her hand into his.
"Ron, I have to tell you something," she fluttered her eyelashes. "I'm so in love with you. You are so hot. I've always been into you."
"R-r-r-r-really?" Ron asked, heart racing. "I've always had a huge crush on you and now, you know,"- he was cut off by Hermoine, who leaned in to kiss him. Soon her tongue was in his mouth. When they broke off, several minutes later, Ron gasped for breath. "Damn, you're a good kisser," he told Hermoine, making her blush.
"Well, Ron, I'm off to bed, then. Oh, damn. I left my lipgloss in your room, didn't I?" she asked, innocently. Ron nodded slowly. "I'll change for bed and then come pick it up, all right?" Ron nodded, though much quicker this time. Hermoine smiled coyly, and walked off, well aware of the fact that Ron was watching her butt.
Ron was laying on his bed, half an hour later, wondering where the hell Hermoine was. He was about to get his pajamas on and give up, when the door slowly opened. Ron's jaw dropped to the floor. Hermoine was dressed in a gauzy, purple nightie. Nearly see-through. Ron tried to calm down, but there was no use. Hermoine walked slowly over. Her hair was pinned up on her head, and a few tendrils flopped onto her forehead.
"There's my lipgloss!" she said, picking it up. She walked slowly towards the mirror, and slathered it on her lips. Ron took a deep breath. With her lips looking incrediably wet, Hermoine sauntered over to the bed. "Ron?" she purred. "Do you know how much I love you?"
Ron couldn't speak. He was shaking. Hermoine grabbed his shirt, and ripped it off. Ron gasped, all unsexy thoughts forgotten. Hermoine leaned close to him. "Kiss me," she commanded, and Ron was all too happy to obey. As he kissed her, she moved slowly and somehow ended up in his lap. Ron, holding onto her shoulders, began to kiss her neck. Hermoine moaned happily, and nestled in closer to him. He boldly reached up and pulled one of the straps of her nighty down. When she didn't resist, Ron reached for the other one, and pulled it down slowly.
Her hand reached up and grabbed his. "Ron, wait," she whispered, all the lipgloss gone; it had been tranfered to Ron's face. Ron seemed confused. "Slowly. Take it slowly," Hermoine whispered into his ear.
"I don't think I can," Ron told her, his voice sounding surprisingly urgent. "Don't you want to...uh...you know?" he asked her, eyes wide.
"Yes, I want to," she whispered. "But-," she stood up suddenly. "I may just save myself for marriage. Good night, Ron," Hermoine said, as she bent over (revealing a bit more skin then she should have) and kissed him.
Ron watched her walk out the door. "Uh...g'night," he mumbled, very dazed. What the hell had just happened?
"Ron!" Mrs. Wealsey called from the bottom of the stairs. "Hermoine's here!"
Ron, who had been flipping through a magazine, sat up. "Be right down, Mum!" He quickly ran his fingers through his red hair and looked himself over in the mirror, which shouted, "Stop primping, already!"
He ran down the stairs, stumbling over quiet a few. "Hi...uh...erm...sorry! Hi, Hermone," Ron said, a little breathlessly. She had obviously used Sleekeazy's Hair Potion again; her hair looked soft and smooth. She was wearing eyeliner, which made her eyes really stand out. She smiled shyly with her glossy lips.
"Hey, Ron," she said, smiling to reveal brace-less teeth.
"Erm, shall I take your coat, then?" Ron asked, walking over.
"Okay. Thanks," she smiled. God, she looked hot, Ron thought. She took the coat off, and handed it to Ron, who couldn't help but stare at her red tank top, covering two prominent "mounds". Hermoine turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Is there anything I can do to help with dinner?"
"Oh, no, dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Nothing at all. Why don't you go put your things in Ginny's room?"
"All right, then," Hermoine smiled. "Ron?" she asked, after he had hung her coat up. "When's Harry coming?"
"About three days," Ron mumbled. "Ah, shall we go upstairs?"
"Sure," Hermoine said, as Ron grabbed her large trunk, and began pulling it upstairs. He dropped it off in Ginny's room, but Hermoine kept walking up to his room. She opened the door and smiled. "Want to just hang out in here?"
Ron had never heard Hermoine say 'hang out' before. For some reason, this made his heart race. It also made him stutter and go, "Er...If you wanna."
Hermoine flopped down on the bed, and kicked her platform sandals off. Ron quickly pushed his "Quidditch Weekly" magazine off the bed, shut his underwear drawer, and kicked some clothes under his bed. He sat down next to her. "Er, you look different, with your hair like that," he told her lamely.
"Do you like it?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah. Your normal hair is fine too, but er...this is nice."
Hermoine smiled, and pulled a tube of lipgloss out of her pocket. She smeared it on her lips, very slowly. Ron shut his eyes, and tried to think of very unsexy thoughts. Like Percy in a thong. He slowly opened his eyes to find Hermoine staring at him, quizically. Ron realized he had been making a revolted face at the whole 'Percy-in-a-thong' thing. He blushed, his ears turning red. Hermoine giggled, and moved closer to him. At that precise moment, Ginny ran in.
"Dinner's ready," she said, before blushing and running off.
Hermoine stood up, and stretched. "Let's go down, then, shall we, Ron?" Ron nodded feverently, and followed her downstairs, glaring at her butt the whole time. He watched her all during dinner. He couldn't help it. She was beautiful. He was lucky that he had a napkin over his lap, and that she was sitting across from him.
After dinner, Hermoine suggested they go for a walk. She looked up at the stars. "Aren't they gorgeous, Ron?"
"Yeah, you are. I mean, they are," Ron felt like his head may explode. He was rather embarrassed, but his spirits lifted when Hermoine squeezed his hand and murmured, "Thanks."
"Wow. It must be getting pretty late. I'm not tired, though," Hermoine added. "I feel like I could stay up all night."
"Right," Ron said, thinking of Percy in a thong, McGonagall in a thong, his mum in a thong, anything to calm himself down. They walked slowly towards the house, and Hermoine slid her hand into his.
"Ron, I have to tell you something," she fluttered her eyelashes. "I'm so in love with you. You are so hot. I've always been into you."
"R-r-r-r-really?" Ron asked, heart racing. "I've always had a huge crush on you and now, you know,"- he was cut off by Hermoine, who leaned in to kiss him. Soon her tongue was in his mouth. When they broke off, several minutes later, Ron gasped for breath. "Damn, you're a good kisser," he told Hermoine, making her blush.
"Well, Ron, I'm off to bed, then. Oh, damn. I left my lipgloss in your room, didn't I?" she asked, innocently. Ron nodded slowly. "I'll change for bed and then come pick it up, all right?" Ron nodded, though much quicker this time. Hermoine smiled coyly, and walked off, well aware of the fact that Ron was watching her butt.
Ron was laying on his bed, half an hour later, wondering where the hell Hermoine was. He was about to get his pajamas on and give up, when the door slowly opened. Ron's jaw dropped to the floor. Hermoine was dressed in a gauzy, purple nightie. Nearly see-through. Ron tried to calm down, but there was no use. Hermoine walked slowly over. Her hair was pinned up on her head, and a few tendrils flopped onto her forehead.
"There's my lipgloss!" she said, picking it up. She walked slowly towards the mirror, and slathered it on her lips. Ron took a deep breath. With her lips looking incrediably wet, Hermoine sauntered over to the bed. "Ron?" she purred. "Do you know how much I love you?"
Ron couldn't speak. He was shaking. Hermoine grabbed his shirt, and ripped it off. Ron gasped, all unsexy thoughts forgotten. Hermoine leaned close to him. "Kiss me," she commanded, and Ron was all too happy to obey. As he kissed her, she moved slowly and somehow ended up in his lap. Ron, holding onto her shoulders, began to kiss her neck. Hermoine moaned happily, and nestled in closer to him. He boldly reached up and pulled one of the straps of her nighty down. When she didn't resist, Ron reached for the other one, and pulled it down slowly.
Her hand reached up and grabbed his. "Ron, wait," she whispered, all the lipgloss gone; it had been tranfered to Ron's face. Ron seemed confused. "Slowly. Take it slowly," Hermoine whispered into his ear.
"I don't think I can," Ron told her, his voice sounding surprisingly urgent. "Don't you want to...uh...you know?" he asked her, eyes wide.
"Yes, I want to," she whispered. "But-," she stood up suddenly. "I may just save myself for marriage. Good night, Ron," Hermoine said, as she bent over (revealing a bit more skin then she should have) and kissed him.
Ron watched her walk out the door. "Uh...g'night," he mumbled, very dazed. What the hell had just happened?