All of the students were finally in bed and it was time for Hermione and Ron to do their rounds for the night. Hermione had already had to work her own magic on herself about six times up until then and there were no signs of the horniness wearing down.
Meanwhile Harry, in Ron's body, was having a grand old time not having people stare or gauche at him and even the idea of doing patrols with Hermione this late at night couldn't phase him. Although she had been acting weird since Snape's class, and she refused to say what kind of potion she might have taken to either him or Ron. So they let it go. Hermione would come to them on her own terms – they knew that by now.
Little did he know what those terms would be. Hermione was dying for another way to make the heat go away and the only way that was going to happen was if someone else helped her and she refused it to be anybody but Ron, the man she had wanted since ever wanting any guy. She would just have to move up her plans to tonight, because there was no way she was going to be able to finish rounds when she could quite literally smell the testosterone coming off him. Alright, take it slow Hermione – one step at a time. She slowly unbuttoned the top buttons on her dress shirt thanking Merlin that she had left her cloak behind and only were her dress shirt and skirt.
Harry meanwhile was rambling on about quiditch and transfiguration on and off just trying to end the boring silence. He never noticed that his best mate was making any moves besides walking.
Why doesn't he notice? Hermione nearly growled in frustration.
He had apparently heard some sound because he looked down at her to ask and noticed that he could see down her shirt. Her nipples were perked up and he could see the tops of fleshy mounds. Oh Circe, I forgot about her mission.
"You okay Ron," she asked in a breathy voice.
Harry quickly began to scan the ceiling and anything but Hermione. "Errrr, no – I mean yes, I'm okay. Are we almost done?"
Apparently she had stopped a few steps back and so he turned to face her and noticed that her chest was heaving and her face was red – oh Merlin, what if she starts to cry?
But it seemed that he wasn't that lucky.
"I know you want me Ron. Why don't you do it now?" She was making her way towards him lazily, and Harry almost had to admire her for being sexy, but this was Hermione! His best mate and sister! She was only a few steps away and he could swear she was purring.
Back out! His mind screamed. You may still be able to make it out alive! But he was too slow.
Hermione was now petting his chest and he really couldn't help it when his pants became a little too tight for comfort, making him groan out loud and this only made Hermione smile thinking that he obviously approved. He had to say something, anything!
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather have H-Harry?" He managed.
Her body froze and she took a few steps back.
"B-but I thought you fancied me?" Hermione barely whispered.
"I-I do, but this is… too fast!" He nearly shouted out the last two words in a rush to say something that wouldn't ruin his best mate's chances of being together.
Hermione could only manage a tiny "Oh", before she turned beat red, and muttered an apology. They finished the rest of the rounds in silence and the only thing that kept Hermione from jumping Ron was the thought that she had been rejected by someone she thought fancied her.
When they got back Harry was waiting up for them, which was very peculiar, but all the same, Hermione was grateful because she would need a shoulder to cry on for the night, and Harry was always so good at it.
Hermione watched as Ron fled up the stairs to his private head boy quarters. So Hermione immediately ran into Harry's arms while he stood there shocked and finally embraced her back.
"What happened? What's wrong Hermione?" Ron asked trying to sound like Harry.
She was now sobbing, wracking her whole body and he was the only reason she was standing.
"I thought h-he fancied meeeee," Hermione wailed.
"Who?" He asked.
She lifted her face from his chest and glared at him.
"You know, Roooon!" She nearly squealed.
His whole body froze when he finally registered what she had said. She liked me, she actually really likes me! And for a minute he forgot he was in Harry's body because he squeezed her tight around the middle out of happiness.
"'Arry, I can't breathe!" She gasped out.
He let her down with very little grace and they both chuckled a bit, until Hermione realized why she had tear stained cheeks and started to try and fight back a waterfall of tears dying to break free.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked again.
"He turned me down! I tried to come on to him during the patrols and he turned me down."
"Well did he at least give you a reason?"
"Well, y-yeah, he said that he didn't want to move that fast."
"But he never actually said that he didn't fancy you?"
"Well, no."
He was grinning again and Hermione wanted to hit that smirk off his face. But she settled for glaring.
"What?" He asked trying not to grin like an idiot.
"He stilled doesn't want me! Am I that unattractive?"
Oh Merlin, he wasn't ready for one of those woman questions that had no right answer.
"Errr, no – you're beautiful!"
She smirked at him doubtfully until her body finally started to react to the maleness in the room. Oh no, not now! Her mind screamed in frustration. He too, was looking at her in an odd way. Her mind may have not recognized it, but her body knew it as lust.
"Harry?" She whispered huskily. But he wasn't replying. He was just gazing into her eyes and walking closer to her. A thought hit her like hippogriff out of no where; if he kisses me or makes any move on me I wouldn't be able to deny him – I don't have enough strength. Harry was still moving closer though with alarming steadiness.
His hands moved to her hips and pulled her into his warm and waiting body. Her head fell back in ecstasy and she moaned at the feel of a man's body pressed to hers. But this is Harry! His mouth kissed its way up from her neck to her face and finally took her lips in a lust filled kiss. She was slowly slipping past control.
I love Ron – only Ron, this isn't right! So she broke free from his firm hold. But her body showed very obvious signs of still wanting what he had to offer.
"I can't do this Harry, I l-love Ron," she gasped.
"I know – but" He was so close to telling her, so very close, but she might kill him if she knew it was him all along.
"It's just that stupid potion!" She yelled now pacing out her frustrations.
"What does that potion do to you, Hermione?"
"It-it makes me randy as all hell and I need to make it go away," when she realized who she was talking to she let her head drop into her hands and groaned.
"I can try to make it go away – "
"No!" Hermione shook her head while it stayed in her palms. "After the potion wears off things would get weird – and you're like a brother to me. I could never put that strain on our friendship."
Ron nodded, as long as she only wanted the actual real Ron he couldn't do anything to push her. Damn that bloody potion!
"You guys never said what potion you took," Hermione mentioned obviously still fighting back her urges to pounce him. "Did you figure out what it was?"
"I, uh, dunno – Our theories are that we just got duds, maybe one of us got Neville's." He managed to say.
"Oh, okay. I've got to go, uh, fix a problem before I go to bed," Hermione said trying to fight her embarrassment. "But I'll see you at breakfast, yeah?"
Ron nodded miserably. The thought of her alone doing things to herself made him ache with more need than he could describe.
"Of course. G'night, 'Mione."
She paused for a second before retreating up the stairs to her room.
He was going to need the longest cold shower in the world because there was no way he'd be stroking Harry's wand. There are just some things best mates don't do – like want to shag their brains out. He mentally groaned and decided to go for that cold shower.
Hermione was different though. He'd tried to like other girls, he really did! But none of them were Hermione. He'd known that he loved her since the end of 4th year when he couldn't keep her out of his mind. He couldn't even pay attention to his own yule ball date – who was one of the prettier girls in their year. But she wasn't her.
Ron turned on the water to as cold as he could manage and let his eyes close and he leaned his forearms and head against the shower wall, refusing to look at the body he was trapped in for the next week.
At first he thought it'd be great. I mean a care free week of being the famous Harry Potter and no one would know better, not even their third part. But now Hermione needed Ron in a way that he had been dying to help her for a couple of years now and he couldn't because he was "Harry".
When the cold shower finally did its job he stepped out of the shower and dried off with out looking. It's not like he hadn't seen Harry starkers before, but it just felt weird to look down and not see your own equipment there.
He'd have to have a talk with Harry sometime tomorrow. They either needed to work out more conditions, or a solution.