Ron's POV

It's freezing!

I turned to Harry as he rummaged through Hermione's bag, "One problem," I said as I pulled my soaking wet green jumper from over my head and drop it to the ground. "Snape's headmaster now. We can't just walk through the front door." Harry thought about that for a moment while we dressed. We had just - somehow - escaped Gringott's. On the back of a dragon! A fucking Dragon! And somehow survived!

Harry slid on his own blue shirt, not bothering to even dry himself first, "Well we'll go to Hogsmeade, to Honeydukes." he replied. "Take the secret passage in the cellar." I glanced at Hermione who was beginning to drag off the first of many soaking wet leather layers which Bellatrix usually wore. I knew that we were in grave danger that we had almost just died and were stood; shivering in the wet and the cold but some part of me couldn't help but want to her to take all of those layers off.

She caught my eye and I turned back to Harry as he continued speaking, "There's something wrong with him." This caught my attention, "It's like, ya know, in the past I've always been able to follow his thoughts and now everything just feels do disconnected." He straightened out his shirt; Hermione was down to her final layer. She took off her leather boot and let the water spill out of the end.

"Maybe it's the Horcruxes. Maybe's growing weaker, maybe he's dying?" The hope that my theory was true was obvious in my voice, but even I knew that we'd be ridiculously lucky if that were the case.

Harry bit his lip and shook his head, "No, No. It's more like he's wounded, if anything he feels more dangerous." With that, we all looked at one another in silence.

It wasn't long after landing on that slump of rock by the lake, that we decided to set up camp and get some sleep and rest before deciding exactly what we were going to do to get into Hogwarts. Harry had had taken watch and Hermione - who still wore those last few layers of leather - was sat on the benches, flipping the pages of a book with an aggravated look on her face. I had already washed and changed into jeans and another shirt but Hermione hadn't, she decided she'd look through some books and try to figure out any other spells or charms we could use to sneak into Hogwarts.

From my bunk, I could see the fatigue on her features; she tried to stifle a yawn but failed. I bounced up off my mattress and made my way over to her. I stopped behind her and leaned down to wrap my arms around her. As if she had woken from a hazy dream, she hummed with a smile and leant back into my embrace, enjoining the warmth. "You should change rest." I told her and she sighed but nodded in agreement. I could see how tired she was, so as she sat there I moved my fingers up her arms and helped her. I helped her un-latch chains and shake off cloth, helped her get those opaque black tights off her legs. I couldn't help but admire the smoothness of her calf as I caressed her leg.

She popped off the corset and threw it to the side of the tent and then kicked the rest of the layers away with it. The only item of clothing left for her to remove which was the single, slightly see-through black gown. I tried to avert my eyes (But truth be told, I didn't try very hard)

The dress she remained in was barely knee-length and made out of a fragile fabric that looked like it could tear as easily as tissue paper. It was short sleeved but had a wide neck-line, revealing the majority of her chest. She turned to me after running a comb through her wet hair, which was a mess because she had waited so long and then let it flow down one shoulder. She walked forward, her bare feet tapping slightly on the wooden floor until she reached me. I smiled down at her as she smiled up at me.

Then I grabbed her and kissed her. I couldn't help it. I held the back of her head with one hand while my other cupped her lower back, pulling her towards me. She didn't argue, didn't move away, instead she embraced our kiss like she had been dying to do the same thing. Both of her arms slid up around my neck, holding me in place. Our lips met, soft but fierce and beautiful in the same moment. The friction of our bodies together made the room feel warm made the air hot and stuffy. It made me want to remove my clothing. To remove hers.

She parted but only too look in my eyes before her hands, which were pressed firmly against my chest, shoved me back towards my bunk. I collapsed onto the covers and she crawled on top of me.

The tent was dark, lit only by the fire. It was quiet. The only sound was that of our heavy breathing and our lips meeting once again. She laid on top of me, wrapping her limbs around mine as we kissed, her hair falling past out face like a curtain. My hands ran down the arch of her back and towards her backside. Her fingers tightened on my jumper as she held me, our tongues meeting somewhere between our lips.

I rolled over onto my side, hitching her leg around mine. I leant forward, the sheer force of my body pinning her to the bed. I tried to control my weight, not wanting to hurt her but she wrapped her arms me around me so it made it look like all she wanted was for me to be closer. I kissed her lips, enjoying the taste, the warmth before moving down her throat. She laid there, her head back against the pillow and moaning slightly as my lips moved further and further down her chest, one kiss. Then another. Gentle. Sweet. Loving.

My hand brushed against her inner-thigh, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin beneath my finger-tips. Her hand moved under my shirt. For a moment I thought about my body, about my weight and how, unlike Harry, I didn't exactly have a flat stomach and unlike Krum, I didn't have rock-hard abs. But Hermione didn't care. I could see it in her eyes; I could feel it in her touch. She loved me and everything about me. She didn't care and if she didn't care, neither did I.

I let her pull my shirt over my head, revealing my chest. Her hand moved down from my neck and down my chest; her fingers brushed through my chest hair and making their way further down.

My eyes widened when I realized that...my affection and attraction towards Hermione was showing physically. It was pretty hard to miss. Hermione either did miss it or didn't care. She must have felt me when I pressed up against her. When her fingers slid by the waistband of my jeans. My hands brushed beneath her dress as I kissed her again, moving up; my fingers brushing by either side of her bare stomach. I tried not to take into account her white underwear was showing.

Just as she went to take her dress off and I went to unzip my jeans, we heard Harry's footsteps.

She gasped and I bounced off the bed, practically sprinting across the room with my jumper in hand. I hid behind a curtain separating this room from the kitchen. I zipped up my pants and pulled my jumper on, watching as Hermione only had to stand up, straighten out her dress and fold her arms to stop him from seeing her breasts through the fabric.

Harry peered inside, smiling nonchalantly, not suspecting a thing. I stepped out, a glass of water in hand, acting as if I had been in there all along.

"Hurry and get changed, Hermione," Harry said, rummaging through his bag for a bottle of water. "We'll be setting off the moment the sun sets."

She nodded and went to look for her bag, "Alright." She said, trying to keep her voice even. He nodded and stepped back out to watch. The moment he did I collapsed onto my trunk, trying to hide my laughter. Hermione grinned at me from across the room. "That," she said, "Was incredibly risky." She spoke in hushed whispering. I nodded and chuckled as I made my way over and held her in my arms, rocking her slightly. God, did I love her!

"We'll have to...finish that another time." I mumbled into her ear, she laughed and nodded.

"That we will," she replied and then made her way to her bag to get a change of clothes. She walked past the fire; the flames cast elegant and curving shadows against the tent wall, outlining her statuesque form. I sat on the edge of my bunk, looking away but could I help it if the shadows on the tent wall showed me what was happening behind me? No. I grinned. I watched her shadow, watched as she reached down and slowly, as if knowingly teasing me, pulled the dress up over her waist, then her chest and then threw it the floor. I bit my lip, trying not to stare at her shadow, as the large shadows that were her breasts. She then slowly bent down to retrieve dry clothes.

I closed my eyes and leant forward, picturing what she looked like in my head while at the same time, trying to hide what was happening in my pants. I titled my head, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Ah?" She snapped with a quiet laugh. "You must be patient." and then something landed in front of me. Her knickers.

I really loved that woman.

FanWriter's Note: Hey guys! Not an exciting chapter but let me know what you think

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