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A/N: Thanks so much for all of the reviews. I really appreciate every single one! I wanted to thank each of you individually but school started today so I don't have a lot of time. I can tell my hard class this semester is going to be Calculus and guess what next semester I have AP Calculus. For those of you who don't know what "AP" means I'll give you a brief summary. They tack on the two letters, make the class fifty thousand times harder, and dangle a possible college credit out in front of you like a juicy bone. Yep! I, like thousands of others, jumped at the "great" opportunity and couldn't resist trying to murder my GPA. Add D/E American History and next semester is going to be a living heck. All right enough about me! Let's get on to the story!
The Morning After
A warm tickling sensation on my face woke me up the next morning and it took me a while to register where I was. Ron, breathing evenly against my cheek, was sprawled out on top of me and I couldn't imagine how I had slept with his heavy body pinning me down. Glancing at the chair Ginny and Harry had occupied last night, I noticed that they must have already left and cursed Ginny for not waking me up. I probably looked like a rabid hyena and I doubted seriously that Ron went for the wild animal look. Trying to squirm out form underneath his weight, I only succeeded in causing Ron to snort lightly and mumble sleepily, "Naughty, naughty Hermione. You can't keep your paws off me kitten." Giggling at what he had just muttered in his sleep, I managed to get the top half of his body off of me but now I was hanging partially of the couch. Pushing his lower half off of my legs, I slid to the carpeted floor and Ron murmured in a husky voice, "You bad girl. You know what happens when you touch Mr. Tinky-Winky like that."
Stifling a snort of laughter with my palm, I said the password to my door and ducked through the passageway. Laughing hysterically, I grabbed a pair of boot-cut jeans, a knitted burgundy sweater, and a set of lacy pink barely there underwear that I had bought on a whim. Jumping in the shower, I washed away the grime from the day before and dried my hair until it fell in graceful brown waves. I would have to let Ginny in on what Ron had said in his sleep and hope that she too thought it was a good sign. You don't introduce your friends to "Mr. Tinky-Winky" unless you are interested in more than a platonic friendship. With a light layer of make-up on, I exited the elegantly decorated bathroom and passed through my bedroom. Back in the common room, I noticed that Ron was at last stirring from his deep slumber and I walked over to see if he wanted to take a shower before going down to breakfast. Kneeling down beside the couch, I pushed back Ron's mop of red hair from his freckled forehead and whispered his name. Slowly but steadily, I could see his eyelids crack open and soon I was staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes. Bringing his large hand up to rub his face, Ron glanced at his wrist as if he were looking for a watch and not finding one he asked, "What...time is it? I didn't miss breakfast, did I?"
Rolling my eyes, I said, "No, you didn't miss breakfast but if you don't get a move on you will. Did you want to take a shower in my bathroom before we left? There's not time for you to go back to the Gryffindor shower if you want to have time to gorge yourself."
Ron, looking quite tempting as he scratched under his armpit, yawned widely and said, "Uhh...yeah...that sounds good. What'll I do about clothes?"
Smirking mischievously, I replied, "Oh you didn't want to go nude? I bet you'd give Professor Sprout the thrill of her life." Ron, turning an endearing shade of rose, shook his head no and looked at me as if I had grown another head. "No? Well...I suppose I could just use a cleaning spell on your clothes if you insist. You sure you don't want to go...all natural?"
Laughing huskily as he headed toward the bathroom, I heard Ron ask cheekily, "Why do you keep asking Hermione? You interested?"
My eyes bulged at that and I rambled, "No...no. I don't know what you...I don't want to...just get in the shower!" Thinking quickly, I said, "Drop your clothes outside the door when you're done!" Ron grinned at me from the bathroom doorway and snapped the barrier closed.
He had come way to close to the truth! I actually had wanted to see him naked! I heard the shower curtain being pulled closed and then the sound of water running met my ears. I couldn't hear another sound for a moment and then the wooden door opened a small amount. Ron, or rather Ron's arm, dropped his bundle of clothing on the ground and above the sound of the shower I heard him say, "Thanks a bunch Hermione. I'll be quick." Stooping over to pick up his clothes, I barely kept myself from falling over at the sight of Ron's boxers. Plucking up the undergarment, I laughed at the sight of Superman flying in mid-air on a background of navy blue. Well that answered the big question of boxers or briefs. Somehow the Superman underwear seemed to fit my image of Ron even if they were a little childish. Ron was, in his own way, still a child in the body of a very, very ravishing looking man. Picking up the rest of his clothes, I plopped onto a couch and proceeded to clean the garments.
Sooner then I had expected the door leading into the bathroom swung open and Ron walked out amongst a cloud of steam. My jaw dropped as I soaked in the vision of Ron barely clothed. The edges of his damp red hair curled against his ears as beads of moisture slid down his forehead, across his cleanly shaven cheeks, and down the column of his neck. My eyes followed a particularly interesting droplet as it trickled across the smooth skin of his muscled chest, down a set of incredibly tight abs into a sparse trail of curly red hair, and was finally soaked up by a white cotton towel that hung low on his hips. I heard Ron's voice say amusedly, "See something you like Hermione?" and my eyes shot up to a pair of dancing blue eyes.
Recovering from my dazed state, I was surprised by my steady voice as I said, "Maybe. Maybe not. You ready to get dressed?" Amazed that I hadn't drooled all over myself, I stood on shaking legs and handed the now clean clothes over with a shaking hand. Thankfully Ron took the neatly folded stack with out a comment and changed in the bathroom.
"Let me get this right. You saw yourself dead? That must have been scary!" I had just finished telling Ron and Harry about my dream and I had also filled Ginny in on the parts she had missed after Dumbledore sent her away.
Forkful of eggs hanging in mid-air, Ron said, "Yeah I would have bloody crapped my pants!"
Harry shot Ron a disgruntled look and by the look of pain on his face Ginny must have kicked her brother under the table. Shaking my head in exasperation, I said sarcastically, "How eloquent Ron. Your words of wisdom resonate in the very cinders of my being. Yes well...I just hope none of it turns out to be true. I can't help but worry about Malfoy's courage. He might be on our side now but I think it's obvious he has a problem giving in to his father's wishes. I only hope the slivers of bravery he has now will last until this whole war is over. If not...then we could all be in a great deal of trouble."
Ron took my small hand into his large hand and sliding his thumb across my palm he said, "Hermione I didn't mean it like that. You know I worry about you...I just don't know how to show it. As long as there's breath going in my lungs and blood flowing through my veins I won't let anything happen to you. Anything. You can count on that." I gave him a grateful smile but just as I was about to respond to his heartfelt words I felt a light tapping on my back.
A/N: I know this is short but I don't have a lot of time. I have a bedtime of 10:00 even though I'm 16. I'll make them longer I promise. Hope you liked it. The chapters are really going to be spread out now with my lack of time but reviews should keep me posting. Sorry about any mistakes but I didn't have a lot of time to proof read.
Lots of Love - Miss Dissendium
A/N: Thanks so much for all of the reviews. I really appreciate every single one! I wanted to thank each of you individually but school started today so I don't have a lot of time. I can tell my hard class this semester is going to be Calculus and guess what next semester I have AP Calculus. For those of you who don't know what "AP" means I'll give you a brief summary. They tack on the two letters, make the class fifty thousand times harder, and dangle a possible college credit out in front of you like a juicy bone. Yep! I, like thousands of others, jumped at the "great" opportunity and couldn't resist trying to murder my GPA. Add D/E American History and next semester is going to be a living heck. All right enough about me! Let's get on to the story!
The Morning After
A warm tickling sensation on my face woke me up the next morning and it took me a while to register where I was. Ron, breathing evenly against my cheek, was sprawled out on top of me and I couldn't imagine how I had slept with his heavy body pinning me down. Glancing at the chair Ginny and Harry had occupied last night, I noticed that they must have already left and cursed Ginny for not waking me up. I probably looked like a rabid hyena and I doubted seriously that Ron went for the wild animal look. Trying to squirm out form underneath his weight, I only succeeded in causing Ron to snort lightly and mumble sleepily, "Naughty, naughty Hermione. You can't keep your paws off me kitten." Giggling at what he had just muttered in his sleep, I managed to get the top half of his body off of me but now I was hanging partially of the couch. Pushing his lower half off of my legs, I slid to the carpeted floor and Ron murmured in a husky voice, "You bad girl. You know what happens when you touch Mr. Tinky-Winky like that."
Stifling a snort of laughter with my palm, I said the password to my door and ducked through the passageway. Laughing hysterically, I grabbed a pair of boot-cut jeans, a knitted burgundy sweater, and a set of lacy pink barely there underwear that I had bought on a whim. Jumping in the shower, I washed away the grime from the day before and dried my hair until it fell in graceful brown waves. I would have to let Ginny in on what Ron had said in his sleep and hope that she too thought it was a good sign. You don't introduce your friends to "Mr. Tinky-Winky" unless you are interested in more than a platonic friendship. With a light layer of make-up on, I exited the elegantly decorated bathroom and passed through my bedroom. Back in the common room, I noticed that Ron was at last stirring from his deep slumber and I walked over to see if he wanted to take a shower before going down to breakfast. Kneeling down beside the couch, I pushed back Ron's mop of red hair from his freckled forehead and whispered his name. Slowly but steadily, I could see his eyelids crack open and soon I was staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes. Bringing his large hand up to rub his face, Ron glanced at his wrist as if he were looking for a watch and not finding one he asked, "What...time is it? I didn't miss breakfast, did I?"
Rolling my eyes, I said, "No, you didn't miss breakfast but if you don't get a move on you will. Did you want to take a shower in my bathroom before we left? There's not time for you to go back to the Gryffindor shower if you want to have time to gorge yourself."
Ron, looking quite tempting as he scratched under his armpit, yawned widely and said, "Uhh...yeah...that sounds good. What'll I do about clothes?"
Smirking mischievously, I replied, "Oh you didn't want to go nude? I bet you'd give Professor Sprout the thrill of her life." Ron, turning an endearing shade of rose, shook his head no and looked at me as if I had grown another head. "No? Well...I suppose I could just use a cleaning spell on your clothes if you insist. You sure you don't want to go...all natural?"
Laughing huskily as he headed toward the bathroom, I heard Ron ask cheekily, "Why do you keep asking Hermione? You interested?"
My eyes bulged at that and I rambled, "No...no. I don't know what you...I don't want to...just get in the shower!" Thinking quickly, I said, "Drop your clothes outside the door when you're done!" Ron grinned at me from the bathroom doorway and snapped the barrier closed.
He had come way to close to the truth! I actually had wanted to see him naked! I heard the shower curtain being pulled closed and then the sound of water running met my ears. I couldn't hear another sound for a moment and then the wooden door opened a small amount. Ron, or rather Ron's arm, dropped his bundle of clothing on the ground and above the sound of the shower I heard him say, "Thanks a bunch Hermione. I'll be quick." Stooping over to pick up his clothes, I barely kept myself from falling over at the sight of Ron's boxers. Plucking up the undergarment, I laughed at the sight of Superman flying in mid-air on a background of navy blue. Well that answered the big question of boxers or briefs. Somehow the Superman underwear seemed to fit my image of Ron even if they were a little childish. Ron was, in his own way, still a child in the body of a very, very ravishing looking man. Picking up the rest of his clothes, I plopped onto a couch and proceeded to clean the garments.
Sooner then I had expected the door leading into the bathroom swung open and Ron walked out amongst a cloud of steam. My jaw dropped as I soaked in the vision of Ron barely clothed. The edges of his damp red hair curled against his ears as beads of moisture slid down his forehead, across his cleanly shaven cheeks, and down the column of his neck. My eyes followed a particularly interesting droplet as it trickled across the smooth skin of his muscled chest, down a set of incredibly tight abs into a sparse trail of curly red hair, and was finally soaked up by a white cotton towel that hung low on his hips. I heard Ron's voice say amusedly, "See something you like Hermione?" and my eyes shot up to a pair of dancing blue eyes.
Recovering from my dazed state, I was surprised by my steady voice as I said, "Maybe. Maybe not. You ready to get dressed?" Amazed that I hadn't drooled all over myself, I stood on shaking legs and handed the now clean clothes over with a shaking hand. Thankfully Ron took the neatly folded stack with out a comment and changed in the bathroom.
"Let me get this right. You saw yourself dead? That must have been scary!" I had just finished telling Ron and Harry about my dream and I had also filled Ginny in on the parts she had missed after Dumbledore sent her away.
Forkful of eggs hanging in mid-air, Ron said, "Yeah I would have bloody crapped my pants!"
Harry shot Ron a disgruntled look and by the look of pain on his face Ginny must have kicked her brother under the table. Shaking my head in exasperation, I said sarcastically, "How eloquent Ron. Your words of wisdom resonate in the very cinders of my being. Yes well...I just hope none of it turns out to be true. I can't help but worry about Malfoy's courage. He might be on our side now but I think it's obvious he has a problem giving in to his father's wishes. I only hope the slivers of bravery he has now will last until this whole war is over. If not...then we could all be in a great deal of trouble."
Ron took my small hand into his large hand and sliding his thumb across my palm he said, "Hermione I didn't mean it like that. You know I worry about you...I just don't know how to show it. As long as there's breath going in my lungs and blood flowing through my veins I won't let anything happen to you. Anything. You can count on that." I gave him a grateful smile but just as I was about to respond to his heartfelt words I felt a light tapping on my back.
A/N: I know this is short but I don't have a lot of time. I have a bedtime of 10:00 even though I'm 16. I'll make them longer I promise. Hope you liked it. The chapters are really going to be spread out now with my lack of time but reviews should keep me posting. Sorry about any mistakes but I didn't have a lot of time to proof read.
Lots of Love - Miss Dissendium
