Chapter Five: I'll look to like, if looking liking move (Vanessa Carleton 1000miles)
"Where is that stupid thing" Ron was rummaging around the room looking for the piece of paper Charlie had given him before school started, it had the directions written on it. it had the directions to a secret cabin in the forbidden forest where people can go without anybody finding them. He was going to take Hermione there on a date tonight. He is supposed to be meeting her in the common room and he was already late. He was cursing under his breath as he tore the room apart.
He heard the door open, it was Harry. "Ah Hah!" he finally found it, he quickly shoved it in his pocket. Harry was smiling at him in an odd sort of way but he couldn't afford to dwell on that now, Hermione would be pissed if he made her wait on top of everything else.
Ron stood up and started fixing his shirt, he asked Harry to hand him the jacket he left hanging on the back of the door. When Harry's back was turned he snuck a quick glance at Harry's but, wait a second, why was he checking out another boys but, he shook himself mentally.
The truth was he had been having those kinds of odd thoughts more and more lately and they all seemed to be about Harry. He even caught himself fantasizing about Harry's lips one sunny afternoon that summer but hoped it was just the heat of the day. Ron didn't want to think about the alternative, that he might be sexually attracted to Harry. He was already made fun of enough for his second hand clothes and coming from a poor family, he didn't need to give anybody any more ammunition than they already had.
That wasn't the only thing blocking Ron from exploring this new side of him. He was also concerned about how Harry would react. When he bothered to give it any thought he always pictured himself telling Harry and having Harry look at him with disgust and contempt, or else laughing at the ridiculous notion of the two of them together. Ron already knew he wasn't good enough for the boy who lived.
Not Mr. handsome that was who he was. Too tall, too many freckles, too big nose, all his features were out of proportion. Even his hair was too long, he thought maybe if he grew it long it would look cool like Bill's but it just hung in his eyes with a slight curl in its length. He was struggling with his messy hair, trying to get it to behave.
Something Harry just said jarred his memory; he needed to borrow the invisibility cloak if he was going to make it down to the forest with out being seen. Ron pouted his bottom lip childishly, and Harry surrendered the cloak.
He thought he saw something flicker across Harry's face, something that looked like disappointment. He wondered what he would say if Harry actually did say something to him about the two of them getting together. He turned towards the door and was almost out of the room when Harry called him back. He didn't dare get his hopes. Harry started his question… Ron's heart was pounding in anticipation. His heart dropped into his stomach, Harry just wanted to know who he was going on a date with.
He smiled then left. He went down to the common room and looked around for Hermione.
H felt the breath being sucked from his lungs when he looked over and saw Hermione looking even more beautiful than she did at the Yule ball. The tight fitting white 'playboy bunny' t-shirt and black denim jeans were so un-Hermione. She looked sexy in a casual way. Her hair had been straightened; he never would've guessed Hermione's hair was so long, it hung loosely around her breasts with a slight curl at the end. She was curvier than the bulky Hogwarts robes let on, with a descent sized chest, and a tiny waist and wider but still slender hips.
"What?! Is there something on my shirt." Hermione looked down at her shirt to check for stains.
"No, it's just…you look hot!" Ron hadn't meant to say that exactly but Hermione didn't seem to mind, she was blushing furiously.
"Umm…thanks, you look very good too." She remarked somewhat awkwardly. Ron didn't notice though he was too entranced with her lips, the way looked when they said his name. How come he never noticed Hermione's lips before?
"Where are we going anyway?" she questioned.
Ron snapped back to himself, "Oh it's this place Charlie told me about this summer." He said fumbling with his pockets retrieving the directions. "It's in the forbidden forest, very few people even know it exists." He said handing her the paper.
"But how are we going to get there without being seen" she looked worried. "You know we aren't supposed to out on the grounds after hours" she said suddenly stern.
Ron smiled coyly up at her "Hermione, for once in your life you are going to forget everything, you are going to forget about the rules, forget about being a prefect, forget that we've been best friends for five years, forget all that and just enjoy yourself. Trust me"
She smiled warmly up at him "alright then. I'll forget and trust you." She said then added somewhat anxiously "but what about if we are seen"
"I said trust me" Ron grinned. He produced the cloak from behind his back. Hermione smiled in relief "see, let it never be said that I don't think of absolutely everything" he looked at her cockily. "Shall we go then?"
"alright" they hooked arms and Ron threw the cloak over them to conceal them both.
They walked down to the cabin in silence. Ron wasn't certain whether the silence was an awkward one or just because they were sneaking out.
When they arrived at the cabin he opened the door for Hermione. The cabin, it transpired, was more of a moldy old shack with a leaking roof. There were no furnishings except for a dank mattress against one wall. The floor was littered with the debris of empty butterbeer bottles and chocolate frog wrappers. It was an absolute mess.
"very…erm nice." Hermione said almost questioningly. She walked across the room and started clearing the debris off the bed and sat down.
When Ron pictured the cabin Charlie told him about, he pictured a nicely furnished hut kind of like Hagrid's. Not a moldy old shack, which looked like it was only inhabited by horny teenagers for short periods of time. The same thought must of occurred to Hermione because she was blushing furiously.
"so um, what would you like to do" she blushed even more, though nothing compared to Ron who looked like a radish.
"um, I dunno. What do you want to do?" Ron asked lamely
they both sat in an awkward silence for several minutes.
Hermione finally broke the silence "so I was wondering if you and Harry would like to join in the sponsored scrub of Gryffindor tower, you know for SPEW? All you need is a fifty galleons to participate."
Ron was so grateful for the break in the silence that he didn't mind that Hermione was bringing up spew on their first date.
After the subject of house-elf rights was dead Hermione started talking about school, the Newts they would be facing in a years time and her arithmancy homework. Ron couldn't take it anymore, he felt his attentiveness ebbing away.
Ron started thinking about other things, other things named Harry. His mind floated back to memories of the summer, memories of a naked Harry in the shower…
The Weasley's didn't have any locks on their doors, so when Ron knocked on the bathroom door and got no response he figured it was not occupied. He opened the door and dropped his jaw. Standing under the shower buck naked was the sculpted body of Harry Potter.
Harry was obviously entranced with his own image, did not notice that Ron was now peeping in on him. Ron's eyes had traveled up and down Harry's body both front and back, drinking the body with his eyes. The carefully sculpted chest and abs, his strong arms and toned but. Ron had wondered how a boy who was starved for two months every year had managed to procure a body that even Michelangelo's David would be jealous of.
"…and she calculated the wrong rune equation and said orgasm in stead of organic, and everyone started laughing" Hermione looked up at him, obviously convinced that she had just told a really funny joke, and was expecting him to burst out laughing. When he didn't she got annoyed. "well you tell a joke then if you think you can do better"
joke. Something clicked in his memory and he remembered the joke he and Harry pulled on Malfoy that morning. Ron started to recount the tale to Hermione, by the end of his story both of them were laughing hysterically.
"alright…you win…yours was funnier" Hermione gasped out.
Ron checked his wrist watch and jumped "we gotta go now! It's nearly 3am. I didn't realize it was so late"
They hurried back to the castle, under cover of the invisibility cloak, said hurried goodbyes in the common room and rushed up to bed.