Change of plans

Hey everyone! I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to get up. A lot of stuff came up this week. I wrote this chapter after watching an episode of "Friends" It's Las Vegas one if any one's seen it. I took a few situations between Ross and Rachel and made them Ron/Hermione issues in this chapter and the next. I really hope you like it! Thanks!

It was late in the afternoon and they were nearing very close to the next campsite. Hermione had taken over the job off driving the car after Ron had almost crashed it, and Harry lounged in the passenger seat absorbed in his crossword puzzles.

The sky had darkened and it had started raining nearly fifteen minutes ago; getting worse by the second.

"I don't believe it! It was clear skies earlier today!" Ron sighed. He was hoping to have a nice night under the stars, next to a camp fire with Hermione curled up next to him….ok, maybe not the Hermione part, but the rest was believable.

"I know what you mean mate," Said Harry. "It's pretty bad," He leaned in close to the window and squinted out, trying to see the road.

The car fell into silence as Hermione desperately tried to focus on the road.

She sighed deeply and wiped at the window.

"It's starting to come harder!" She said breathlessly. There was no response.

She looked out again at the soggy surroundings. "It's SO wet!" She moaned loudly.

There was a short pause and then a sudden burst of laughter. If Harry and Ron weren't in a car, they'd be rolling around on the floor in hysterics.

Hermione shot them a furious glance. "Just –what-is-so-funny!" She shouted.

This made Ron laugh even harder and clutch at his stomach.

Harry tried to breathe just long enough to inform Hermione of the reason behind his laughter.

"Does your mother know that you talk like that?" He asked.

Hermione furrowed her brows and glanced at them once more.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"Nothing," The boys responded, not wanting to bring about Hermione's wrath.

Hermione chose to ignore them and take her focus back to the road.

Nearly an hour later, the trio reached the tiny campsite and Harry volunteered to be the one to go out in the pouring rain and talk to the camp host. When he came back to the car he was drenched and looked quite put out.

"What did he say?" Hermione asked anxiously.

Harry slammed the door and sighed heavily.

"He said there's been too much flooding, he won't let us stay," Harry replied wearily.

The trio was silent, only the sound of the rain pounding on the top of the roof could be heard.

"Hey," Ron said spontaneously. Harry and Hermione glanced back at their friend. He was holding the road map, stretched out in his hands.

"Whats up?" Hermione asked.

"Were like fifteen minutes away from Mageshire! We could stay there!" Ron cheered.

"What's Mageshire?" Harry asked.

"Wait a minute," Hermione said with a thoughtful tone. "Isn't Mageshire a wizarding town?" She asked.

Ron nodded. "Yeah, it's a bloody brilliant town! My family went there on vacation when I was 9."

"Well it's settled then," Harry said, his spirits starting to lift. "We'll stay at a hotel in Mageshire, we've got plenty of money with us!"

Hermione and Ron smiled.

"Onward to dry and warm sleeping conditions!" Hermione said happily.

Fifteen minutes later, Hermione, Ron and Harry quickly entered the lobby of the Witch Hazel Inn. They were soaked from head to toe and clung to their duffel bags as they approached the front desk.

A young witch with Rosy cheeks and bright eyes looked up at them with a bright smile.

"Welcome to Witch Hazel Inn. How can I help you?" She asked with a practiced tone.

Harry wiped the water off his face with his sleeve and put a handful of galleons down on the table.

"We need a room for the night, please," Harry said.

The woman nodded kindly and began searching for a vacant room. Not even two seconds later, Hermione was beside Harry with her hand outstretched holding a fair amount of galleons.

"Make that two rooms please," Hermione ordered. The woman did as asked and Hermione smiled with relief. She looked over at Harry and Ron and grinned.

"I think I need a night by my self. Away from the stinky sarcastic boys," She said as she took the key from the woman at the desk.

"Our rooms are right next to each other if you boys need anything, let's get on then," She said with a bossy tone. The boys shook their heads after her and followed.

The hotel rooms were quit unusual. They had to go out side to get to them, because their were no indoor hallways. The rooms looked like lofts; each was raised off the ground and had stairs leading to it. The trio's rooms were right next to each other, only connected by the stairs and they had one big window facing each others rooms.

It was late and they were all desperate to get dry, so Ron and Harry headed to their room and Hermione to hers.

The boy's room was warm and inviting. There were two beds, each neatly made. A small bathroom was in one corner of the room and a tiny kitchen at the other.

They plopped their soggy bags down onto the nice carpet and they each fell down in exhaustion onto their beds.

"What a day, uh mate?" Ron asked.

Harry nodded. "You having fun?" He asked.

"A blast! It's great to finally get away from everything."

"I'll drink to that!" Harry said with a happy sigh.

"I don't know about drink, but I'm bloody starving!" Ron whined.

Harry's tummy growled, "Me too."

"I reckon we should get dried off first," Ron suggested.

"Then I'll go get us some food," Harry offered.

"What about Hermione?"

Harry smirked. "You heard her. She wasn't some time away from us."

Ron shrugged in response. He wasn't worried. Hermione was a big girl, she could take care of herself.

Hermione had just spent a glorious ten minutes in the warmth of the shower. It felt so good to be clean and fresh. The water had relaxed her muscles and relieved her hang over. She walked silently across the room in a tiny bath robe with her hair tied up in a towel. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath; reveling in the peace and quite.

The room was dark and everything was so peaceful. The only sound was from the light rain fall outside.

A sudden thought crossed through her mind. 'I'm alone…In a nice hotel room…what would happen if this robe just suddenly fell off?'

"Oops," Hermione said to herself quietly as she let her light silky robe fall to the floor at her feet.

She didn't often have privacy, but when she did, there was nothing better than walking around naked. It was so free and comfortable!

Hermione spotted candles all across the room and a second thought came to her.

She took out her wand and lit each of the candles so there was a nice peaceful glow across the room.

Hermione stood there, becoming relaxed in her surroundings. There was only one thing missing…Music.

Hermione found a radio in the corner and quickly turned it to a wizarding jazz station.

The sexy music swept over her and Hermione's worries left her. Now this was a relaxing trip.

She started dancing to the music, naked in her hotel room. She finally took the towel off from her head and wiped her hair around, letting the drops of water fall down her back.

Ten minutes later, Harry left the room to go forage for food. Ron couldn't wait to sink his teeth into something delicious. He began pacing the room, searching for something to occupy him. With not much luck, he finally took a seat on his bed next to the window. He looked down at the floor, and then looked out across at Hermione's room. He looked away, thinking nothing he saw was interesting…But then he thought he HAD seen something, maybe it was just his imagination. He quickly glanced back out the window and what he saw made his eyes pop out of his head.

It was Hermione, he was sure of that! But, This was a Hermione he had never seen before. She was stark naked, her hair wet, and….she was dancing! And not just any old dancing, no! She was dancing provocatively!

After the shock wore off, Ron felt himself harden. He was having no problem keeping it up now.

He bit down on his lip and tried to look away, but he couldn't. He had always thought Hermione was very pretty, but right now she was sexy!

'Why was she doing this?' Ron thought. 'She must know that I can see her, She's dancing in front a of a huge window that's facing my room…wait! Maybe she does know! Maybe she wants me to come over! She finally realized her feelings for me and she can't resist! I can't think of a better signal than dancing naked with romantic candles set up everywhere! She wants me!'

Ron had it all figured out and he could barley contain his excitement. He quickly stood from the bed and rushed out of the door.

Hermione danced to the beat of the smooth jazz music. She let her body loose and finally just relaxed. A night alone was just what she needed.

'KNOCK, KNOCK'

Hermione jumped and stopped dancing when she heard the knock at her door. She frowned and picked up her robe. Throwing it on and turning the music off, she made her way to the door.

She opened it, and waiting on the other side, was Ron Weasley. He was leaned against the door frame and smiled devilishly at her.

Hermione forced on a smile. She wasn't happy about being bothered.

"Hi Ron," She said.

"Hello," He responded smoothly.

He was acting really strange and Hermione had no idea why. He was just standing there smiling at her. Maybe he wants to talk about something.

"Do you er- want to come in," Hermione asked, trying to be polite.

"Do YOU want me to come in?" Ron asked, in attempts to confirm his theory.

Hermione looked him over curiously. Had he been drinking more firewhiskey?

"Err- sure," She said and ushered him inside her room.

Ron strutted in. He was right, Hermione wanted him! He'd been dreaming about this day for a long time.

"Did you need something Ron," Hermione asked as she closed the door behind them. Ron turned to face her and he sat down on her bed. He smiled.

"Now Hermione," Ron said softly. "If were going to do this, we should probably consider the consequences first."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. What the bloody hell was he going on about?

"I think our friends will be supportive, so we don't need to worry about that. How do you feel about it though? Are you sure you're ready?" Ron asked.

Hermione still had no clue what was going on. She wrapped her robe tighter around herself and stepped closer to Ron.

"What are you talking about Ron?" She asked with a mix of concern and annoyance.

Ron smiled sweetly at her. She was playing hard to get.

"What I'm talk about Hermione," He said silkily as he kicked off his right shoe. "Is," He kicked off the other. "The physical act of love," He said and opened his arms invitingly to her.

Hermione was speechless and just stood there starring at him.

"What?" She finally sputtered out.

Ron smiled once more. "The physical act of love," He repeated.

Hermione was stunned! What was Ron doing? He had to be taking the mickey!

"Ron, I don't understand," She said truthfully.

Ron's confidence faltered for a moment. "Well, that's what you were dancing for wasn't it? You know, naked, with all the candles…." He stated.

At that moment Hermione's face went red and her heart stopped. How could she have been so dumb? Her hand flew over her mouth in shock.

"You saw that!" She gasped in horror.

Ron grinned widely at the memory of Hermione's naked body swaying in his window.

"Yeah," He said huskily.

Then realization hit her. Any other time it might not have been a bad idea. She wouldn't normally reject Ron, but this was little unexpected an embarrassing for her.

"Wait a minute," she said sharply. "You thought that I wanted to have SEX with you?" Hermione asked incredulously.

Ron's smirk suddenly dropped and his face went pale. Oh shit! He thought. I was wrong!

Then his face quickly turned bright red as he looked at her.

"NO!" He said quickly. And Hermione pursed her lips at him knowingly.

"No, No, No," Ron repeated quickly. He had to get out of there, we was just too embarrassed. He pushed past her while muttering 'no' and quickly made his way out the door.

Hermione watched him flee with disbelief etched across her face. She didn't know whether to feel incredibly embarrassed and grossed out or to be really turned on at the fact that Ron wanted her. However, it only took her getting naked and dancing around to get him to find her attractive. She wanted him more than in a lustful way. She wanted him to love her.

Her peaceful night was spoiled now, and she was going to go to sleep and await the awkward encounter with Ron tomorrow.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, let me know in a review! I love hearing what you guys think! Thanks Kelly for the road trip stories they were hilarious! Anyone else got any? Oh and I promise there is more drunk Hermione to come! See ya soon.