Ron stared at the sight of Harry trapped inside of Ron's body with the shirt torn off him and the red hair, he wasn't yet able to see as a Harry-thing, all shaggy and tousled to an extreme. He turned towards the bed to see Hermione in only her knickers and a matching bra, breathing so heavily that her chest heaved with the effort. Her legs were spread wantonly towards Harry and if it weren't for the situation, he might have laughed at the look on his best mate's face. Harry's eyes were wide with horror and his mouth dropped open in shock.

"Harry! What are you doing in here?" Hermione growled. She was slowly gliding towards the frozen Harry, with his face still white as a sheet but quickly turning red. Hermione petted Ron's bare torso mockingly in front of the real Ron. Her plain nails lightly raked across his chest and Harry's head fell back in forbidden pleasure. He shouldn't be liking this, but considering that the most he had ever done was snog a couple girls – this was big!

Ron was very close to punching Harry and dragging them both out of the room, because even in Harry's body, the effect she had on him was enormous. But instead he found himself growl in a low rumble, "Harry, get out… now."

Harry pried himself away from Hermione's clutches and sprinted out of the room with out a glance back.

"What in Merlin's name were you thinking Hermione?" He nearly yelled.

"What?" She goggled at him,. "I was planning on scratching a little itch that I've had for days and that I can no longer scratch. He likes me! He must!"

"He doesn't like you! I do! I love you!" Ron yelled and took her by surprise by forcing his mouth over hers. She immediately yielded against his ministrations and opened her mouth to his so their tongues could duel.

"Mmmmmm, Ron…" she purred into his mouth.

It was like music to his ears as he brought his hands down to her sides and caressed her curves. She would mew into his mouth when his fingers danced across the base of her back, making the hair on his neck stand to attention, a lot like another part of his lower anatomy.

He groaned aloud and gently held her at arms distance.

"Ron…" Hermione whined.

"How did you know?" He asked interrupting her.

"Know what?" Hermione whispered trying to lean over and continue their battle of mouths, but Ron wanted explanations.

"Don't play naïve, Hermione." He fought to keep her at a distance when her tongue moistened her bottom lip. "I know you know what I'm taking about."

"If I say can we continue?" Hermione asked innocently. Although Ron was having a hard time believing that she was ever innocent because her body was glowing with a thin layer of sweat and looking so very tasty. Her hair, normally thrown up into a half-hazard bun was loose and clinging to her damp skin in places he'd only dreamed he'd see some day. Her eyes were fully dilated and the normal soft chocolate color they once held was deepened with desire.

Ron nodded in consent.

"Ginny figured it out. I'm not sure how she learned about it, but I'm willing to guess it might be Neville. He did take the mind reading potion that Harry made." And before Ron could say anything in response she had leapt up to where his mouth stood open and continued what they had started.

Oh man she was persuasive, especially with that devilishly wonderful tongue of hers. His hands returned to her sides and helped lift her the rest of the way to his height so they could continue their snog feast. He nearly dropped her when she felt her hands grope for his bum and squeeze.

"Herm-eeeeee!" He mumbled into her mouth.

"Please, Ron. You've got to help me! I need this heat to go away and I won't let anyone else do it." Her body almost shook with desire as she pleaded with him. Ron's mind went into over drive at the thought of what could possibly happen if only he let his body take over. Ron nodded in consent and led her to her bed.

Stuff that I can't post here happens, I'll leave it up to your imagination or you can check it out on Checkmated in a couple weeks

Smirking like an idiot, Ron stood from his spot and watched as she blushed several shades of red that could rival any Weasley.

"Oh Ron, I'm so sorry."

"Hermione – "

"I really shouldn't have – "

"Hermione!"

"Taken advantage of you – "

"'Mione – " He pressed his lips to hers to keep her from arguing and slowly coaxed her tongue from behind her lips. She whimpered into his mouth and relented.

"Again?" She asked, her face brightening.

"Merlin, woman! I don't know if I should be scared that you want Harry's body to do these things to you."

"But you're not Harry, you're my Ronald Weasley." She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him shyly, "that is, if you'll have me?"

A smile graced Ron's face as he picked her up and spun her around making her squeal in delight.

"I'd have no one else!"

Hermione smiled brightly at his childish antics that made her swoon to no end. She could never let him know that though, he'd never let her forget it.

Meanwhile Ginny was grinning like an idiot back in the common room and fell off the couch she was sitting on from laughing so hard when Harry, in Ron's body, came sprinting down the stairs with his shirt half on but twisted in the back. His entire face was a horrible shade of red and his hands were shaking violently.

He glared at her, which caused him to turn an more hideous shade of red.

"What's your deal?" He sneered.

She took a break from laughing to look at him and promptly fell over from laughing again.

"If you could see yourself you'd be on the floor laughing with me," Ginny gasped out between laughs.

He frowned at her obvious pleasure in his predicament. Looking down he saw his shirt all messed up and quickly tried to straighten it.

"Have a little fun with Hermione, Ron?" She asked accusingly.

He looked at her in confusion before realization dawned on him. She knew! Oh shite! That meant that all of those talks that he has had with her, about 'Harry'… He groaned and quickly left the common room for the head boy's room where he could skulk.

Ginny watched him go with sad disappointment. Biting her lip, she felt guilt blossoming in her stomach. Maybe she shouldn't have been so hard on him; after all it was obvious to even her that Harry had feelings for her. She had tried her best in the past to flirt with him, but he seemed to be as bright as any brick. Hermione had explained to Ginny that it was because her behavior towards most boys was more flirtatious than anything else, and that maybe Harry was just having a hard time believing that he would be different from the other boys she flirted with. In which Ginny retorted back with 'Harry Potter, any different? BLOODY HARRY POTTER!' The boy she had had an undying crush on since she could have crushes. Honestly!

Sighing she decided to get a start on the essay due at the beginning of next week for the remainder of her break.

A/N: So sorry this took so long. I'm hoping to finish this fic before school starts in the second week of September so hopefully my updating will become more frequent from now on.