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Ginny knocked on Hermione's door, and waited for it to open. "Hi Ginny. Where were you tonight? I looked for you everywhere!"
"I was in Harry's room."
"YOU WERE WHERE?! You're not supposed to be in the boy's dormitories!"
"Never mind about that. I was wondering if you can teach me some of those beauty spells you always use."
"Are you going to use them on Harry?"
"No, I mean yes. Well, maybe. I meant no. Kind of."
"Here." Hermione handed Ginny a book. "There are a bunch of spells in there. Now are you going to tell me what you were doing in there with Harry."
Hermione watched as Ginny's eyes iced over. "Why don't you ask Harry." She said harshly before turning and leaving the room. She shut the door behind her and hurried back to her own dorm. She wanted to practice some of her spells.
Hermione sat at the edge of her bed. Whatever Harry did to Ginny must've been bad, to make her so mad. When she came she seemed so happy. Almost too happy. Then at the mention of what she was doing with Harry, she turned colder than snow.
She got up and walked to her door, she was going to get to the bottom of this. Harry better not hurt Ginny. He was in big trouble with her if he did. Even bigger trouble with Ron.
Hermione knocked on the door to the Dorm room Harry shared with the rest of the fifth year Gryffindor boys. She waited impatiently, for what seemed like forever for the door to open. Ron answered the door.
"Hermione.I was just thinking about you." He leaned in for a kiss but she dodged quickly out of his way. Her eyes scanned the room for Harry.
"Not now. Where's Harry?" She saw him sitting on the end of a bed reading a Quidditch magazine. The Chudley Cannons. Obviously a book that belonged to her beau.
She glanced up to see the hurt look on his face. She smiled guiltily and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Sorry, Ron. I really need to talk to Harry," she lowered her voice so that only he could hear," I want to talk to you later too." She winked quickly before walking to Harry.
"What is it 'Mione?"
"What did you do to Ginny?"
"I didn't do anything to her! I swear!" Harry glanced nervously at Ron. He didn't want Ron to be mad at him again.
"Well, she sure didn't seem too happy. A matter of fact, I've never seen her so brassed off in my entire life."
Ron walked over to Harry. His anger was rising again. "You told me all you did was snog!" He picked Harry up by his robes.
"I did! That's all! I swear!"
"Ron, you are NOT helping. Just get out before something happens that you'll regret."
"No, I deserve to know what that jerk did to my sister."
"RON! That is enough. NOW GO!" Ron looked reluctant at first, but then seeing as she was serious he left the room.
"Now, Harry, would you please explain what is going on?"
He sighed in frustration. "Ginny was mad. And she started to talk to me about how much she hated her life. Fred and George came and they wouldn't leave her be, so I brought her up here. Then we kissed. Twice."
"Twice? Then why is she so angry?"
"I don't know. Maybe she's mad at Ron for interrupting us?"
"No. She seemed mad at you."
"I don't know then."
Harry sat in silence for a few minutes. "So are you and Ginny dating now?" Hermione asked.
"No. Ron made me promise that I wouldn't touch or go near her again."
"Do you like her Harry?"
Harry thought for a few minutes. "I don't know. I never did before. Then tonight, when she was talking. I don't know. It just felt right to kiss her. Right then and there. Who knows what would've happened if Ron hadn't interrupted us. Do you know what I mean?"
Hermione thought about Ron. She thought about how much she wanted to be with him. She wanted to become one with him. But, she just passed the thoughts off as wild hormones. After all, she was only fifteen. She needn't be rushing into things with her boyfriend.
"Mmm Hmm. I know EXACTLY what you mean. A better question is do you want to just leave her alone?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you want to be with her?" Hermione surprised herself. That sounded like a question Lavender or Parvati would ask.
"Yeah. I do."
"I'm going to give you the same advice you gave me not so long ago. Tell Ron how you feel. If he's your friend, he'll understand. He'll realize how much Gin means to you."
Harry nodded his head. Hermione got up from her spot on the bed. "Good luck, Harry. Oh, and be good to Ginny. She's a good girl." Harry nodded as the door shut behind Hermione.
Ginny sat in her room. The book Hermione borrowed her was sitting across her lap. She looked into the mirror and muttered the spell she just read from the book. Her face had dark make-up all over it. She looked like a Slytherin Slut. She used the reverse spell and the make-up was gone.
She turned the page. She looked down at the next spell. MAKE YOURSELF IRRESISTIBLE TO THE ONE YOU PINE FOR. ADVANCED SPELL. Ginny smiled. That one sounded perfect. She wanted Harry to feel like he had a chance. Then crush him, just like he did to her.
She smiled and picked up her wand. "Paintium Irresist!" She looked up into the mirror. She looked different. Good though. Almost too good. Her mum would kill her, if she saw all this make-up. She used the same spell Hermione used on her hair earlier.
She looked at herself once more and squealed in delight. She looked absolutely perfect. Tomorrow she would put her plan into action. She washed the make-up off her face and brushed her teeth. She climbed into bed, not even knowing whether her plan would work or not.
Hermione climbed down the stairs to the common room. Everyone was packing up and heading for bed. Hermione looked around the room for Ron. She expected him to be sitting at a chess table playing with Seamus, Dean, or Neville.
But, none of those boys were in the room. They each had gone to bed. Then she saw him. Lying peacefully asleep on a scarlet colored couch. He looked beautiful, lying there.
She smiled and walked over to the couch. She tried as best she could to snuggle up next to him on the couch, His breathing was shallow and there was a big smile on his face. Hermione wondered what he was dreaming about.
She smiled at him and took one of his hands. She kissed the top of it like she had two days ago.
Ron slowly opened one of his eyes. Hermione was snuggled up close to him. Her head was buried in his chest. He didn't know how long she'd been there, or how long she'd been sleeping for that matter.
An evil smile spread cross his lips. He moved about on the couch causing Hermione to move closer to the edge of the couch. She opened her eyes, and looked frightened as she slid off the couch and hit the floor with a thump.
Ron tried to hold back his laugh as he stretched out, acting as though he'd just woken up. He looked around with his sleepy eyes finally spotting Hermione on the floor. "What are you doing on the floor?" He asked innocently.
"You pushed me off!"
Ron started laughing as Hermione stood up and brushed herself off. She looked up at his smiling face. "You did it on PURPOSE! You were awake!" Ron laughed harder.
"It was funny!" By now Ron was sitting on the edge of the couch clutching his stomach.
She shook her head at him. "Ronald Weasley! You are tuning into Fred and George more and more every day!"
"Only much more handsome."
"And modest, too!"
"It's true though isn't it?" He grinned and pulled her down onto his lap.
Hermione straddled him and leaned her forehead on to his. "It's true." She briefly brushed her lips against his, before pulling back. "But, you could've killed me."
"What? I knocked you off the couch! I didn't push you off a cliff!"
"Well, You really hurt my elbow!" She lifted her arm so that he could see her elbow. "See?"
"Oh. I see. I'm sorry then. Am I forgiven?"
"Only if you kiss it." She smiled.
"Well, you sound more and more like me every day." He returned her smile and planted a kiss on her elbow.
"All better!" She grinned at him goofy.
"Mm hmm." He leaned down and plated a kiss on her forehead. He leaned back and looked at her. "You're so pretty, 'Mione. My 'Mione." He kissed her lips.
She opened her mouth and let his tongue enter. His words echoed in her head. 'My 'Mione' She moaned as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her further onto him.
She lightly nibbled his bottom lip with her teeth. He moaned. It sounded like the moan from the Great Hall earlier. As, much as it scared her at the time, she now smiled knowing that she did that to him.
She brought her lips to his ear, her tongue darting in and out. She was reeking havoc on his ear. The whole time he was growling in pleasure. She bit down on his earlobe, which caused him to gasp. He pulled her further onto his lap and now both of their groins were rubbing against one another's.
Hermione felt hot. She felt hotter than she ever did when she woke up from the dreams of her and Ron making love. Her stomach felt twisted in knots.
She leaned her head back as Ron started kissing and licking and nibbling her neck. She moaned for him to continue. He kissed his way down to her blouse. The tie and sweater vest she wore earlier was now long gone.
She looked down in question as to why he stopped. His eyes looked back up at her. His fingers rested on the top button, awaiting her approval to unbutton the rest of them. She nodded at him to continue. His fingers fumbled as he quickly tried to unbutton her blouse. She laughed quietly at him.
"What?" he grunted.
"Patience, dear." She smiled sweetly and pushed his hands away from her shirt. He leaned back and watched as she slowly, and tauntingly unbuttoned her shirt. She was so cool, and calm, which surprised him, since she was usually sort of shy.
After unbuttoning the last button she shrugged her shirt off her shoulders. Ron's eyes widened at the sight of her lacy white bra. Hermione felt him harden against her own crotch. She smiled, and her face turned red. He nuzzled her bosom. Her chest tasted salty and felt sweaty.
At least she was sweating as much as he was. He licked the bulges sticking out from her bra, and she moaned leaning her head backwards. His hands cupped her breast. She opened her eyes in surprise, and moaned as he squeezed at her nipples through the fabric of her bra.
His head went back to kissing her neck. She laced her fingers through his hair as her fingers gently massaged his scalp.
One of his hands traveled downwards to her legs. His hand went slowly up her thighs until he reached the material of her panties. He brushed his fingers over her womanhood. She was wet, wetter than he'd ever imagined. He continued rubbing at her. He knew he had an effect on her. The same one she had on him.
He opened his eyes and watched as Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and let low yelps out every time his fingers ran lightly over underwear. "Uh, Ron." Her voice was low and throaty. He pushed his hips into her crotch.
She moaned loudly and pulled his head into her chest. He began kissing at her chest and his fingers went to the clasp behind her back.
She darted up, and pushed herself off of him. She grabbed her shirt off the floor and headed for the stairs without saying a word.
Ron sat alone in the dark for over an hour. He went over in his mind what could've gone wrong. He couldn't think of anything that would make her leave. Did she just not want to be with him?
Feeling defeated, he climbed the stairs. His dorm room was filled with the sound of snoring and he changed and crawled under the covers.
Hermione ran to her room and shut the door behind her, leaning her back against it. Her breathing was still heavy, and she was still burning. She walked to her trunk and pulled a pair of pajamas on from it.
What had she just done? She ran out of the situation without saying a word. He probably thought he did something wrong.
She just couldn't do it. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't. She cared for him very much, but didn't want to rush into things she wasn't physically, or emotionally ready for. She would have to wait. And so would he.
Ginny knocked on Hermione's door, and waited for it to open. "Hi Ginny. Where were you tonight? I looked for you everywhere!"
"I was in Harry's room."
"YOU WERE WHERE?! You're not supposed to be in the boy's dormitories!"
"Never mind about that. I was wondering if you can teach me some of those beauty spells you always use."
"Are you going to use them on Harry?"
"No, I mean yes. Well, maybe. I meant no. Kind of."
"Here." Hermione handed Ginny a book. "There are a bunch of spells in there. Now are you going to tell me what you were doing in there with Harry."
Hermione watched as Ginny's eyes iced over. "Why don't you ask Harry." She said harshly before turning and leaving the room. She shut the door behind her and hurried back to her own dorm. She wanted to practice some of her spells.
Hermione sat at the edge of her bed. Whatever Harry did to Ginny must've been bad, to make her so mad. When she came she seemed so happy. Almost too happy. Then at the mention of what she was doing with Harry, she turned colder than snow.
She got up and walked to her door, she was going to get to the bottom of this. Harry better not hurt Ginny. He was in big trouble with her if he did. Even bigger trouble with Ron.
Hermione knocked on the door to the Dorm room Harry shared with the rest of the fifth year Gryffindor boys. She waited impatiently, for what seemed like forever for the door to open. Ron answered the door.
"Hermione.I was just thinking about you." He leaned in for a kiss but she dodged quickly out of his way. Her eyes scanned the room for Harry.
"Not now. Where's Harry?" She saw him sitting on the end of a bed reading a Quidditch magazine. The Chudley Cannons. Obviously a book that belonged to her beau.
She glanced up to see the hurt look on his face. She smiled guiltily and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Sorry, Ron. I really need to talk to Harry," she lowered her voice so that only he could hear," I want to talk to you later too." She winked quickly before walking to Harry.
"What is it 'Mione?"
"What did you do to Ginny?"
"I didn't do anything to her! I swear!" Harry glanced nervously at Ron. He didn't want Ron to be mad at him again.
"Well, she sure didn't seem too happy. A matter of fact, I've never seen her so brassed off in my entire life."
Ron walked over to Harry. His anger was rising again. "You told me all you did was snog!" He picked Harry up by his robes.
"I did! That's all! I swear!"
"Ron, you are NOT helping. Just get out before something happens that you'll regret."
"No, I deserve to know what that jerk did to my sister."
"RON! That is enough. NOW GO!" Ron looked reluctant at first, but then seeing as she was serious he left the room.
"Now, Harry, would you please explain what is going on?"
He sighed in frustration. "Ginny was mad. And she started to talk to me about how much she hated her life. Fred and George came and they wouldn't leave her be, so I brought her up here. Then we kissed. Twice."
"Twice? Then why is she so angry?"
"I don't know. Maybe she's mad at Ron for interrupting us?"
"No. She seemed mad at you."
"I don't know then."
Harry sat in silence for a few minutes. "So are you and Ginny dating now?" Hermione asked.
"No. Ron made me promise that I wouldn't touch or go near her again."
"Do you like her Harry?"
Harry thought for a few minutes. "I don't know. I never did before. Then tonight, when she was talking. I don't know. It just felt right to kiss her. Right then and there. Who knows what would've happened if Ron hadn't interrupted us. Do you know what I mean?"
Hermione thought about Ron. She thought about how much she wanted to be with him. She wanted to become one with him. But, she just passed the thoughts off as wild hormones. After all, she was only fifteen. She needn't be rushing into things with her boyfriend.
"Mmm Hmm. I know EXACTLY what you mean. A better question is do you want to just leave her alone?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you want to be with her?" Hermione surprised herself. That sounded like a question Lavender or Parvati would ask.
"Yeah. I do."
"I'm going to give you the same advice you gave me not so long ago. Tell Ron how you feel. If he's your friend, he'll understand. He'll realize how much Gin means to you."
Harry nodded his head. Hermione got up from her spot on the bed. "Good luck, Harry. Oh, and be good to Ginny. She's a good girl." Harry nodded as the door shut behind Hermione.
Ginny sat in her room. The book Hermione borrowed her was sitting across her lap. She looked into the mirror and muttered the spell she just read from the book. Her face had dark make-up all over it. She looked like a Slytherin Slut. She used the reverse spell and the make-up was gone.
She turned the page. She looked down at the next spell. MAKE YOURSELF IRRESISTIBLE TO THE ONE YOU PINE FOR. ADVANCED SPELL. Ginny smiled. That one sounded perfect. She wanted Harry to feel like he had a chance. Then crush him, just like he did to her.
She smiled and picked up her wand. "Paintium Irresist!" She looked up into the mirror. She looked different. Good though. Almost too good. Her mum would kill her, if she saw all this make-up. She used the same spell Hermione used on her hair earlier.
She looked at herself once more and squealed in delight. She looked absolutely perfect. Tomorrow she would put her plan into action. She washed the make-up off her face and brushed her teeth. She climbed into bed, not even knowing whether her plan would work or not.
Hermione climbed down the stairs to the common room. Everyone was packing up and heading for bed. Hermione looked around the room for Ron. She expected him to be sitting at a chess table playing with Seamus, Dean, or Neville.
But, none of those boys were in the room. They each had gone to bed. Then she saw him. Lying peacefully asleep on a scarlet colored couch. He looked beautiful, lying there.
She smiled and walked over to the couch. She tried as best she could to snuggle up next to him on the couch, His breathing was shallow and there was a big smile on his face. Hermione wondered what he was dreaming about.
She smiled at him and took one of his hands. She kissed the top of it like she had two days ago.
Ron slowly opened one of his eyes. Hermione was snuggled up close to him. Her head was buried in his chest. He didn't know how long she'd been there, or how long she'd been sleeping for that matter.
An evil smile spread cross his lips. He moved about on the couch causing Hermione to move closer to the edge of the couch. She opened her eyes, and looked frightened as she slid off the couch and hit the floor with a thump.
Ron tried to hold back his laugh as he stretched out, acting as though he'd just woken up. He looked around with his sleepy eyes finally spotting Hermione on the floor. "What are you doing on the floor?" He asked innocently.
"You pushed me off!"
Ron started laughing as Hermione stood up and brushed herself off. She looked up at his smiling face. "You did it on PURPOSE! You were awake!" Ron laughed harder.
"It was funny!" By now Ron was sitting on the edge of the couch clutching his stomach.
She shook her head at him. "Ronald Weasley! You are tuning into Fred and George more and more every day!"
"Only much more handsome."
"And modest, too!"
"It's true though isn't it?" He grinned and pulled her down onto his lap.
Hermione straddled him and leaned her forehead on to his. "It's true." She briefly brushed her lips against his, before pulling back. "But, you could've killed me."
"What? I knocked you off the couch! I didn't push you off a cliff!"
"Well, You really hurt my elbow!" She lifted her arm so that he could see her elbow. "See?"
"Oh. I see. I'm sorry then. Am I forgiven?"
"Only if you kiss it." She smiled.
"Well, you sound more and more like me every day." He returned her smile and planted a kiss on her elbow.
"All better!" She grinned at him goofy.
"Mm hmm." He leaned down and plated a kiss on her forehead. He leaned back and looked at her. "You're so pretty, 'Mione. My 'Mione." He kissed her lips.
She opened her mouth and let his tongue enter. His words echoed in her head. 'My 'Mione' She moaned as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her further onto him.
She lightly nibbled his bottom lip with her teeth. He moaned. It sounded like the moan from the Great Hall earlier. As, much as it scared her at the time, she now smiled knowing that she did that to him.
She brought her lips to his ear, her tongue darting in and out. She was reeking havoc on his ear. The whole time he was growling in pleasure. She bit down on his earlobe, which caused him to gasp. He pulled her further onto his lap and now both of their groins were rubbing against one another's.
Hermione felt hot. She felt hotter than she ever did when she woke up from the dreams of her and Ron making love. Her stomach felt twisted in knots.
She leaned her head back as Ron started kissing and licking and nibbling her neck. She moaned for him to continue. He kissed his way down to her blouse. The tie and sweater vest she wore earlier was now long gone.
She looked down in question as to why he stopped. His eyes looked back up at her. His fingers rested on the top button, awaiting her approval to unbutton the rest of them. She nodded at him to continue. His fingers fumbled as he quickly tried to unbutton her blouse. She laughed quietly at him.
"What?" he grunted.
"Patience, dear." She smiled sweetly and pushed his hands away from her shirt. He leaned back and watched as she slowly, and tauntingly unbuttoned her shirt. She was so cool, and calm, which surprised him, since she was usually sort of shy.
After unbuttoning the last button she shrugged her shirt off her shoulders. Ron's eyes widened at the sight of her lacy white bra. Hermione felt him harden against her own crotch. She smiled, and her face turned red. He nuzzled her bosom. Her chest tasted salty and felt sweaty.
At least she was sweating as much as he was. He licked the bulges sticking out from her bra, and she moaned leaning her head backwards. His hands cupped her breast. She opened her eyes in surprise, and moaned as he squeezed at her nipples through the fabric of her bra.
His head went back to kissing her neck. She laced her fingers through his hair as her fingers gently massaged his scalp.
One of his hands traveled downwards to her legs. His hand went slowly up her thighs until he reached the material of her panties. He brushed his fingers over her womanhood. She was wet, wetter than he'd ever imagined. He continued rubbing at her. He knew he had an effect on her. The same one she had on him.
He opened his eyes and watched as Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and let low yelps out every time his fingers ran lightly over underwear. "Uh, Ron." Her voice was low and throaty. He pushed his hips into her crotch.
She moaned loudly and pulled his head into her chest. He began kissing at her chest and his fingers went to the clasp behind her back.
She darted up, and pushed herself off of him. She grabbed her shirt off the floor and headed for the stairs without saying a word.
Ron sat alone in the dark for over an hour. He went over in his mind what could've gone wrong. He couldn't think of anything that would make her leave. Did she just not want to be with him?
Feeling defeated, he climbed the stairs. His dorm room was filled with the sound of snoring and he changed and crawled under the covers.
Hermione ran to her room and shut the door behind her, leaning her back against it. Her breathing was still heavy, and she was still burning. She walked to her trunk and pulled a pair of pajamas on from it.
What had she just done? She ran out of the situation without saying a word. He probably thought he did something wrong.
She just couldn't do it. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't. She cared for him very much, but didn't want to rush into things she wasn't physically, or emotionally ready for. She would have to wait. And so would he.