It's Raining Naked Men

Harry Potter Fanfic

by EC and Shanchan

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Authors Notes:

First off, the disclaimer: we don't own the character and so we're not taking credit for their creation. PLEASE don't hurt us. Secondly, we take credit for all the insanity that occurs in this story. If you steal our ideas, we'll pulverize your intestines, and feed it to our jellyfish. It's quite cute, mind you... and it does like liver... maybe we'll pulverize your liver... And Finally, THANK YOU FOR READING OUR LITTLE STORY. If you give us FEEDBACK, we'll LOVE YOU forever!

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Chapter 10

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"Wait!" Harry interrupted, gaping at Hermione. "YOU kissed HIM! WHAT!"

"Um, Harry, shouldn't you know this?" Seamus asked from one of the tables. "Isn't this your best man speech?"

Harry smiled, "I wasn't there for that part. I just know they got together that night. I thought it was just the result of one of their arguments turned right."

"Give me some credit, would you?" Hermione pleaded with an exasperated tone. "Ron didn't have the ability to turn an argument right at that time in his life. I had to do something drastic for our relationship to work."

"I resent that," Ron offered half-heartedly from his seat.

"So?" Ginny asked, one of her eyebrows raised.

"So what?" Ron asked uncomfortably.

"The kiss!" She gave him an expectant look.

"Oh!" Ron said with a small laugh. "That…"

"Oh good grief!" Hermione said angrily. "This is what happened…"

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She kissed him. It was a sloppy and wet kiss, but it felt nice anyway. She was about to pull back when he responded. She kissed him back gingerly, but the kiss deepened. Startled, she pushed him away and was going to say something when the dumb boy grabbed her by the wrist, tugged her towards himself. Hermione lost balance and found herself lip-locked with Ron once more. This time, Ron's kisses were much more intense, pressing firmly against Hermione's lips.

Ron's suddenly passionate kissing startled Hermione to the point that she eeped and jumped away, "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Ron barked. "You're the one who bloody started it!"

"But you should've let me pull away the first time I tried!"

"Why?" Ron asked, looking completely baffled. "You kissed me first!"

"To get you to shut up!" Hermione said angrily. "I wanted to TALK to you. I'm not Lavender for goodness sakes!"

Ron looked like he had been slapped and wasn't entirely sure what was going on anymore. "Okay," He said, shaking his head. "What needs to be said?"

Hermione stared at him. Now that she stopped to think about it what DID need to be said? "Um…um…" She suddenly found that she couldn't look at Ron and she was getting more and more embarrassed.

"That's what I thought," Ron said. Suddenly he was very close. It wasn't uncomfortable, but Hermione wasn't sure she really wanted him that close to her at that moment. She felt her heart beating quickly, the blood pounding in her ears. She was a bit afraid, but more excited. Either way, her practicality made her almost dislike feeling so…so very undone, but the anticipation made her almost quiver. And then his lips were on hers and she didn't have time to think anymore.

She kissed him back, wanting to be closer to him more as the kisses deepened. Part of her demanded what she was thinking, but she just pushed it away. The kisses deepened and she felt Ron gently push his tongue into her mouth. The feel of the warm wet flesh startled her enough that she jumped back again. "Wait," She said, this time her voice quiet and less in control.

Ron looked at her with a soft light in his eyes, "What's wrong? Did you not like it?"

She shook her head, "I just wanted to ask you why you're doing this. Is it the same reason you did this with Lavender? I… I . . I don't want to be like Lavender."

"What do you mean you don't wanna be like Lavender? You're my best friend!"

"But that's not what I want!"

"What?" Ron looked really hurt.

"I mean, I love being your best friend, but that's what Harry is. I.. I want to be more than your best friend to you. I think I might love you and I want to know if you maybe have feelings me too?" Her voice threatened to falter, but she forced it steady with the exception of that tiny tremble.

This was a deep confession for Hermione. She hadn't really meant to say it; to her surprise it just sort of slipped out. But she had said it and she wasn't about to take it back. A few seconds slid by in which Hermione felt her heart pound. Did he not realize how huge this was for her?

Ron finally gave her a little smile, rolled his eyes at her, and then gave her a firm hug. For a moment she struggled. This was definitely not the answer to her confession that she was looking for, but he held on and finally she gave up and allowed herself to be enveloped into his embrace. "You're not like Lavender," was all he said. "You're nothing like Lavender. She can't compare."

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"Wait then that's when you got together?" Ginny asked, practically squealing with delight. "That's so cute!"

"And romantic!" Mrs. Weasley agreed.

Hermione smiled, "Yeah. It was surprisingly nice considering how immature we were."

Ron nodded, "Yeah, it was."

"So that's the story, right?" Neville asked.

Hermione nodded, "Yep, pretty much."

"But then where did your cat go?" Luna asked.

Seamus perked up, "She's right! What did happen to your cat?"

Harry cut in, "I know this part better than anyone else, so I'll tell it." He stood up and cleared his throat.

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Harry had been only slightly worried when Ron was extremely late in following him up to the boy's dorm room. He hoped that he had worked things out with Hermione, but knowing those two things probably would never get worked out. They were both too stubborn for their own good one way or another.

That's why he had stayed up even though the lights had dimmed out to their sleep setting and all of his dorm mates were snoring away in bed. He had seen Ron creep into the room at a little past midnight and slip into his bed, slightly red faced and clothes rumbled.

What on earth? Harry wondered to himself. But he shrugged off his worry and went back to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Crookshanks all night. Confused, he looked around for the former cat, and then sat straight up in his bed.

"Ron!" He whipped around, his vision too blurry from lack of glasses to make out anything past his bed. When he finally reached over and found his glasses and put them on he was extremely surprised to find that Ron was not in his bed at all. Had he dreamed that Ron had come back in last night? Also, what happened to Crookshanks?

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AN: Now that Shanchan is back from her random trip to China (I was there for a bit more than a week) maybe we can have semi-regular updates. XD So... yeah... maybe once a week, maybe a bit more. We'll see how lazy we are. haha. Comments would be loved!