Title: Tension and Confusion
Words: 392
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Hermione, Ron (it's NOT a H/Hr, okay?)
Challenge: Double entendre
Rating: PG-13

Harry Potter watched as one of his best friends studied. Hermione was hunched over an enormous Potions book in the library. She looked exhausted and about ready to pull her hair out.

"How's it going, Hermione?" He asked.

Hermione's head shot up, her blood-shot eyes narrowing.

"What is it, Harry?" She asked brusquely.

"Hermione, I think you need a break." He suggested.

Hermione glared for a moment, and then sighed in defeat, closing the book.

"Maybe you're right."

"You look really tense," Harry said, "Want a massage?"

Hermione giggled. "What exactly are you suggesting, Harry?"

Harry blushed. "No, no, no…not like that. Just an innocent backrub."

"Sure." Hermione maneuvered in her chair so that Harry could have full access to her back.

Harry started around her shoulders.

"Oh…wow." Hermione said breathlessly. Why hadn't he offered this years ago.

Hermione closed her eyes in relaxation, moaning a bit more.

Meanwhile, behind the bookshelf, Ron walked up. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the moaning. He did a 180 and practically ran off until he heard…

"Oh, Harry!"

That sounded like…Hermione?!? He gasped.

He decided to listen. But not look. That could scar him for life.

"Oh, WOW, Harry."

"Stop that, Hermione, you're turning me on." The Boy-Who-Lived said sarcastically. Hermione laughed.

Okay, maybe THIS could also scar me for life…but I have to know! Ron decided.

"This feels sooooo good. I never knew you were so good with your hands…"

"Because I don't do this to people often."

"I'm sure Ron would love one of these after Quidditch practice…"

The red-head's eyes widened from behind the shelf.

"Somehow, Hermione," Harry said, "I don't think he would appreciate this coming from me. You, however…I'm sure he would let you do this to him!"

Ron blushed bright red as Hermione giggled again.

"No, Harry, you're better at it than I am. You must have had practice."

"Well, the only one who I did this to was Cho. She just loved it."

"I can see why! This is INCREDIBLE!"

By now, Ron was raging with jealously. Hermione is supposed to be with ME, not Harry-bloody-Potter!

Before he knew what he was doing, he stormed out from behind the shelf.

"POTTER, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE--"

He stopped.

Hermione and Harry looked at him in confusion.

"Oh." Ron said sheepishly. "Sorry."