Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or cry; she just stood there gaping at the door. She hadn't even had a chance to THINK to cover herself. She took a deep, shuddering breath.

'That didn't just happen,' she told herself. 'That didn't just happen, that didn't just happen...'

She sighed, at least he hadn't been a few seconds earlier.

In the hallway with Ron...

'That didn't just happen; that didn't just happen; that didn't just happen.' Where was Harry when he needed him? It was okay though; he'd just lock himself in his room and never come out...ever...again... 'Oh man.'

He shut his bedroom door carefully behind himself, noticing he didn't actually have a lock. He considered pushing his dresser in front of it...

There was a tentative knock from behind him.

"Ah!" he squeaked, hurling himself at his bed. Aiming to throw himself under the covers, thereby becoming invisible, he managed to overshoot and collapse, covers and all, on the floor on the other side.

"Ron?" a soft voice asked from the doorway.

Blushing furiously Ron poked his head up above his mattress, trying to look causal. "Hi, Hermione." His voice cracked, something that was much more of a novelty since his 3rd year.

She couldn't help but smile slightly. "I think we should talk..."

He winced, either he could act like nothing had happened ooooor. "I'm really sorry Hermione, I wasn't thinking, I thought you would have been finished! I- uhm- " he swallowed, "I didn't see anything, I swear." Scrambling up from behind his bed, trying desperately not to look as if he was cowering.

"It's okay, Ron," she sat down next to him while he averted his eyes lest he offend her. "I know it was an accident. Besides, you're right, you didn't see anything. I mean I have bathing suits that cover the same amount."

"You do??" To his own shock he squeaked again.

She laughed, "Yeah. So, see? It's no big deal."

"Right," he nodded, considering the dynamics of bathing suits. He snapped himself out of it quickly. "So, are we okay?"

"Definitely."

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. He looked up and met Hermione's eyes earnestly, and smiled shyly. "I'm glad."

Unable to escape those deep eyes she smiled back warmly. "Me too."

Suddenly they were both aware that no words had passed between them for some time and they shook their eyes reluctantly away from one another.

"Uhm," Ron stuttered, "Yeah. So I better go have that shower."

"Yeah," Hermione nodded, a smirk crossing her face. "I promise I won't walk in on you."

He chuckled, blushing a little as he gathered up his stuff, and rolled his eyes. "Thanks."