CHAPTER FIVE

Thoughts and Dreams

As soon as the door closed behind her Hermione leaned up against it. God he looked amazing today. He was no longer an awkward boy, he was a stunningly hansom man. His red hair was his Weasley trade mark but it looked amazing on him. It was not long or short; it was about two inches long and sometimes fell in his eyes giving him a rakish appearance. It actually reminded her of Draco Malfoy's hair, except Ron's hair was twenty million times better. She dreamed of running her hands through his hair while he kissed her.

He had also grown into his incredible body. Quiddich had toned his muscles and given him a strong and fit look that made her breathless, and today she had seen him without his shirt on. He had the most amazing chest. He was all muscle from the top of his pants to the base of his neck and she knew that if he were to hold her in his arms she would be completely safe.

Although she hated to admit it, Hermione Granger had spent a great deal of time wondering what it would feel like to have Ron's love and protection. It would be amazing that much she knew.

Hermione walked over to the large bath and turned on the water and a few of her favorite types of bubbles. The bath was the size of a swimming pool and all the fixtures were solid gold. The walls of the prefect bathroom were stone like the rest of the castles walls and had beautiful paintings on the walls of scenes from Hogwarts' past.

One picture that had always captivated Hermione since the day she first saw it, was a picture of a woman no older then 18. Her name was Maria. Hermione had talked to her a few times. Maria was pleasant and kind and the exact opposite of most girls who possessed her beauty.

The scene was of the grounds of Hogwarts next to the lake. It was a beautiful sunny day. The sunlight was reflecting of the water and sending dazzling sparkles in all directions. The flowers were in full bloom, so Hermione guessed the picture must have been painted in the spring time.

"Hello Hermione. How did you get so wet?" Maria asked, smiling with laughter in her light blue eyes. Her dark brown hair waving as she shook her head in wonderment.

"A certain Mr. Potter thought it might be a nice prank to push me into the lake."

Unable to contain her laughter Marie said "Well me and the other portraits will just leave you alone while you wash the, how did Mr. Weasley put it... oh yes, duck crap smell out of your hair."

"You are so kind. And were you eves dropping on me?" Hermione yelled after Marie as she and the other people in the portraits left."

"Anytime darling, and perhaps" Maria called back.

"Stupid paintings." She mumbled.

Free from watching eyes at last Hermione shed her clothes and stepped into the heavenly warm bath water. She sighed in pleasure as she felt herself relaxing. She quickly washed her hair but was in no hurry to get out and go back to the common room just yet.

Her thoughts started to drift back to a certain red head. He was incredible. She felt herself slipping into sleep. Her last thought was of how his perfectly toned body would fell above hers if they were lying on the Hogwarts grass down by the lake.

She was lying in her bed. It was night out. The moon was shinning through her window casting shadows across her bed. Her head girl room was spacious yet for some reason it felt empty. Suddenly she heard a tapping against the window. She got up and walked over. As she opened the window she nearly fainted in shock. There was Ronald Weasley sitting on his broom stick.

"Hello my darling" he said in a husky voice, "May I come in?"

"Of course" she replied, surprised to discover her voice was deeper then normal.

Ron then stepped into the room and gathered her in his arms. As his lips touched hers, Hermione shivered. He felt so good. His lips left hers and wandered down to her neck. She moaned as he kissed her near her ear.

"Mmmmm, do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I could search the earth and I would never find anyone I love as much as you."

"Oh, Ron" she moaned, "I love you too." In response Ron returned his lips to hers and gave her a passionate kiss. Hermione moaned again.

"Don't stop" she cried, her voice thick with desire, "Please don't stop."

"Never" he choked out, "I love you too much."

They slowly made their way over to her bed, kissing all the while.

As he laid her back on the bed Hermione realized how right this felt. Being in his arms was the most amazing thing she had ever felt and she never wanted him to leave. She reached up and craddled his cheek in her hand.

"Let me show you how much i love you," she said softly as her other hand found it's way to the bottom of her shirt.

"Anything for you darling" Ron said in a husky voice. Then he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head.

Her hands ran wildly over his muscled chest and stomach. She moaned in pleasure and then started to run her mouth where her hands had just been.

"Hermione?"

Hermione was distantly aware of a voice calling out to her. "If I ignore it maybe they will get the idea and go away" she thought. However the voice kept calling.

"Hermione...Hermione...HERMIONE!?!"

She woke with a start to see Lavender Brown standing above her.

"You fell asleep. I didn't want you to drown."

"Oh, thank you" Hermione said sleepily although not entirely thrilpled to have been woken from such a wonderful dream.

"What were you dreaming about? You had a big smile on your face."

"Oh, nothing of importance" Hermione lied," I just dreamt that I got the best grades in the school. All the teachers were congratulating me and saying how they had never met a better witch in all their lives."

Lavender laughed "Somehow I don't think you are telling the truth, but alright. We should head back to the common room. It is almost dinner time"

"Alright, lead the way" Hermione said taking the towel Lavender handed her. "So, how are things going with Seamus?"

"Mmm... very, very nicely."

"Oooh, do share" Hermione said in an effort to steer the conversation away from her dream.

"Well...today he and I just happened to discover this nice broom closet on the 7th floor..."

"Ok, never mind! I don't want to know!" Hermione screamed as she covered her ears.

"Relax, I am not one to kiss and tell" Lavender laughed. When Hermione raised he eyebrow Lavender added, "Ok, not onbe to kiss and tell all the time.

"Much better," Hermione laughed.

"Ok, so did you hear about what happened when Snape found Padma kissing Dean in the halway? Oh he got so mad!"

"No, I didn't"

"Well..."

As Hermione listened to Lavender's story She thought back to her dream.

"Why did it have to be a dream? Why can't he hold me like that when we are awake? Does he even like me?" she thought.

As the common room drew nearer, Hermione tried to make herself appear normal. She couldn't be affected by Ron's pressense. Sure, she had just had the most amazing dream about him, but she had to appear normal.

"So, they both got detention for the next two weeks" Lavender finished.

"Oh, two weeks! That is terrible" Hermione said so that it would look like she had been listning.

"Lemon Drops" Lavender said to that fat lady.

As the portrait swung open Hermione was greeted with the sight of Ron screaming at a very amused Harry. Hermione noted that Ron looked so sexy when he was angry.

"Why can't I just tell him how I feel?" she asked herself.