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This chapter starts where the chapter 4 left off.

Harry stood up and walked towards Hermione. 'See, it worked out well that Ron left early.' He wrapped an arm around her waist and tipper her chin up with her other hand.

Hermione was still distracted as to why Ron left so suddenly and went to further questioned Harry about it. Before she could fully construct her concerns Harry silenced her with a kiss.

'Don't think about Ron anymore babe, it's just you and me tonight'. He leant down and kissed her again, this time much more deeply. Thoughts of Ron began to slip from Hermione's mind as she returned Harry's kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Harry's hands slid down Hermione's back and rested on her behind and he guided her into the loungeroom, still kissing her. He slowly lowered her down onto the sofa and Hermione pulled her hands through Harry's hair. Their kisses were becoming more passionate and feverish and Harry, now laying on top of Hermione pulled away from her lips and began to kiss down her throat and along the neckline of her dress. He followed the neckline to her shoulders and slid the straps down, letting her dress fall a little lower. He led a small line of kisses over the top of her breasts. Hermione let out a little moan of pleasure. Harry moved back up to her mouth and kissed her deeply before uttering, 'Let's get you out of this dress babe'.

With no refusal from Hermione he slowly wriggled the dress down over Hermione's body.

'My, my, Hermione Granger wears black panties, who would have thought? Black lacy ones at that' Harry teased.

'If you don't like them I can easily put my dress back on' She retorted.

'No, not at all, they're very sexy. You, Miss Granger, are very sexy. How have you been hiding it from me?'

'I havn't been hiding anything, it's not my fault that didn't notice until now.'

'Oh, so you're saying that you've always been sexy?' Harry asked with a smile.

'Are you going to keep talking or shut up and kiss me again?' Harry didn't need to be told twice and leant back down to kiss Hermione. His hands moved down her body and he cupped her breast running his thumb over her nipple.

'Mmm, you know it's not fair that you still have your clothes on' Hermione uttered as she ran her hands up Harry chest under his shirt. She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Harry returned his hand to Hermione's breast and reached under her back with his other hand for the clasp of her bra. With obvious practiced skill he undid it in one go and pulled it off Hermione revealing her milky white breasts. Harry moved down her body and kissed around her breasts before sliding his tongue over her nipples. Hermione shivered with delight. It wasn't as if she'd never been in a situation like this before, but Harry had evident experience and expertise. He knew what he was doing.

Hermione coaxed him back up to be level with her face and kissed him.

'Come on babe, let's go into your room' Harry suggested. Hermione responded by pulling him back into a kiss. He drew back and sat up, admiring Hermione's almost naked body. He wondered to himself how could have let something this fine slip his notice for so many years. He stood up, scooped up Hermione and carried her through to her room, shutting the door behind him.

Ron returned home early the next morning, obviously a little worse for wear thanks to a few too many bourbons. He staggered the short distance down the hall to his bedroom. Falling into his bed he vaguely noticed that Harry wasn't present in his own bed and fleetingly the thought past his mind as to where he might be.

'Bastard' Ron muttered, and with that he rolled over and passed out.

Later that morning Ron woke with a pounding headache. He barely remembered much of the previous evening after storming out of the flat and calling a friend to meet him at a nearby bar. He did remember the bourbon. Lots and lots of bourbon. He let out a self pitying moan and rolled over trying to shut out the screaming pain in his head.

What else had happened last night? There was a lot missing from leaving the flat to getting home many, many hours after that. He vaguely remembered a girl. A girl? It wasn't Hermione so it didn't matter. As he lay there his memories of the night before began to clear some. He remembered two girls talking to him and his friend. A blonde and a brunette. The brunette had curly hair like Hermione and he remembered being very rude to her. The blonde however, what had happened with the blonde? Oh god, he wished he could remember.
Damn Harry, it was all his fault. If he hadn't been so blatantly flaunting his relationship (or whatever it was) with Hermione, Ron wouldn't have left like that. It was Harry's fault he'd drank so much and Harry's fault he couldn't remember what had happened with the blonde girl.

It was so unlike Ron to pick up a random girl from a bar and he felt vaguely guilty about it, as if he'd in some way betrayed Hermione. It was stupid to feel guilty, he had no allegiance to Hermione, they were just friends. But he wanted them to be more than that so badly he had built her up in his mind as something more. She was with Harry now though; he had no right to feel anything more than friendship towards her. As much as he didn't like to see Harry with Hermione, she seemed to be happy and the least he could do was respect that. But it was so unfair, she deserved to be treated so much better than Harry ever could give her. He was bound to hurt her, it was almost an impossibility for him to stay faithful to one girl for more than three days. Ron decided the least he could do would be to be there, to comfort her when it all came falling down, as it no doubt would.

Ron's head continued to pound as he got out of bed in order to get a glass of water and a couple of painkillers. Without noticing much but the pain in his head Ron made his way to the kitchen searching for something to curb his headache.

Ron heard someone else enter the kitchen and assumed it was Hermione as Harry obviously wasn't home. He dreaded the barrage he'd get for ruining her dinner party and prayed that she would take pity on him as he was so hungover.

'Morning mate, you certainly left in a rush last night' Harry greeted Ron.

'Harry?' Ron was confused.

'That's me…'

'Sorry, I thought you weren't home because you weren't in your bed. Did you just get in? I didn't hear the door.'

Harry smile, 'No, I've been here all night.'

'In the shower then? I didn't hear the water running…'

'No mate, I was in Hermione's room.'

'Hermione's room?' Ron's brain refused to grasp the meaning of Harry's comment, 'Is she OK?'

Harry laughed, 'Oh, I'd say so'

'Then why…?' It slowly dawned on Ron exactly as to why he might be in her bedroom. 'Oh.'

'Mate I had no idea before…why did it take me so long to realise how sexy Hermione is?'

Ron just stared blankly at Harry trying to process the bombshell that had just hit him.

'And oh my god, you got no idea how amazingly she can-'

'Don't finish that sentence.' Ron cut Harry off, 'Do you honestly think I want to hear this? About Hermione as another one of your conquests. About what a great fuck she was? Don't bother because I don't want to know. And I bet you're going to dump her now like the rest of them, right? Add her to the list of whores you've fucked and forget about her.' Ron span around to leave the room and noticed Hermione standing in the door.

'Well, I'm glad I know what you really think about me now, Ron' Hermione said in an eerily flat voice.

'No it's not like that, you-'

'Don't Ron. I don't want to hear it' Hermione turned and left the kitchen with Harry following behind her.

Ron slumped over the counter with his head in his hands and wondered if it was too early for a drink.

Hope you enjoyed! thanks for all the great reviews. up next, Hermione's pov of the morning.