A/N: Whoa…is my story cheesy or what!? You seriously don't realize how much it is when you're writing it…maybe because I usually write this at around 11 o clock at night. But I just read my last chapter haha and I'd like to offer my sincerest apologies to all cheese haters. Anyway, it's considerably earlier now so you never know…maybe this chapter will be slightly more…un-cheesy?! Many thanks to The Sidekicks, Nagi Rai, GoodbyeYBR, Katrin4p and Fool4Sasuke33 for reviewing…you're awesome:D
Ron was nearly dozing off whilst the rest of the class pretended to listen to Professor Trelawney's tedious prediction of Harry's inevitable demise, this time involving an angry Filch and a lawnmower.
He was vaguely aware that a life sized Scabbers sat next to him, nibbling away with careless abandon. However, rather than finding this odd, instead his response was one of irritation.
"Oi Pettigrew, shut it or else I'll tell you-know-who. I'm trying to concentrate!"
He was just about to consider whether it was in fact possible to have sex whilst flying on his broom when….
The entire class gasped in shock, Trelawney stopped her warbling and Scabbers dropped his cheese.
There now stood in the centre of the room a disheveled and distressed looking Hermione, panting heavily, her eyes wide with fear. Her hair was a sexy mess of curls and her lips looked swollen. Ron groaned involuntarily. Her robes were torn…her skirt ripped to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs.
"Ron, help me! Help me! He's after me!" She shrieked.
He soon sprang up the trapdoor, wand in hand and without much delay he propelled her towards him. She whimpered as Malfoy's hands began to wander over her delicate midriff. She shivered at his touch and Malfoy smirked when his eyes eventually found…Weasley.
"She's mine now Weasel. I'm going to ravish the mudblood until it hurts so much that she's screaming for more," he snarled.
Ron felt hot rage bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Before he knew it he'd scrambled to the front of the class and began to pummel Malfoy. However, as his fists made contact he gaped in confusion when Malfoy's skin pressed inwards…he was a beanbag! Before he knew it there was blood all over the floor and Malfoy had been reduced to a round, fabric mass.
"Oh, Ronald Billius Weasley! My knight in…shining armour" her eyes hungrily scanned his body. He was naked! But before he could recoil in horror, she swooned (like a damsel) and he barely caught her.
He cleared his throat. "I'll protect you now and for ever more, gorgeous. But come, we must flee, you are in grave danger."
He scooped her up into his strong and rather manly arms and hastened away down the ladder with her. His classmates waved and clapped and he was almost certain he saw Trelawney sink down into the Malfoy beanbag before continuing her lesson.
It was hard for him to run. For one thing, he was now painfully aware of his nakedness as whilst he thundered down the many stairs, the limp girl in his arms came into a steady and throbbing contact with his…
It also didn't help that she knew this and kept giggling, her smooth hands roaming his bare chest and her mouth occasionally nipping at his neck.
When she started to arch her back and rub her body against his, moaning and growling with cute little sighs he thought he was going to collapse.
It now occurred to him that it was raining. But they were still inside. She was almost slipping out of his arms now as the wetness between them made his task a tricky one. However, she soon saw to that, changing her position so that her legs were now wrapped around his abdomen. Every so often she thrust at him, smiling innocently as he gazed desperately up at her.
He was out of breath and about to stop running when their eyes met.
"Have you done your homework Ron?" She knitted her eyebrows with a frown.
He was startled by this. I mean…he was naked, she was nearly that way too and yet there she was, being completely normal and asking him about…
"I didn't think so. But don't worry I've decided to let you copy mine word for word all the time!" She smiled sweetly.
"But…" he interjected only for her to stop his mortified interruption by biting his lip.
"Ouch…thank you," he grinned as his ears reddened.
Then she began to nibble his ear. This is the best day of my life…
When they got to Hermione's dormitory he ungracefully threw her on to the bed and before she could crossly admonish him he ripped off her wet shirt.
It had been too much for him…her now wet and transparent shirt revealing the black lace, erect nipples and soft cleavage…
"You're wet Miss Granger." He smiled softly, tucking a rebellious curl behind her ear.
She silently performed a charm that dried them both off instantly.
His mouth trailed gentle kisses down her shivering, soft midriff and his hand followed it with strokes that caused Hermione to moan quietly with pleasure.
"Ah…Ron,"she gasped.
He gently lifted up her skirt and slipped two fingers inside her lacey knickers.
He pressed against her folds and she involuntarily thrust herself forwards, causing him to shudder also.
He raised his head, his hair tousled and his lips red and swollen to meet her pleasure-filled eyes. She lay there, flushed and breathing heavily.
His face split into a wicked grin. "You're still wet."
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Hermione was in a bad mood. She stormed through the corridors towards the common room muttering obscenities under her breath and glaring menacingly at anyone who looked as though they were about to approach her.
She'd been doing her Charms essay outside when she'd fallen asleep. What was with her these days?! Well…she knew what was up with her…or rather who…but that didn't make it any more acceptable. She'd awoken to find herself completely drenched and her parchment all smudged and ruined. She'd have to start completely over again! I hate the rain!
Rain! God I'm such an idiot! Why didn't I realize! She'd been having one of those dreams again. The kind of dreams that prey on her mind all day, causing unfortunate and embarrassing slip ups and that make her feel like some sort of dirty…well, you know.
She pushed her way through the portrait hole. Well, as long as I don't run into…
Shit.
She averted her gaze and began to make her way towards her dormitory.
Too late.
He sprang up from an armchair and at the sight of her...soaked through and shaking with cold he strode over, grinning arrogantly.
"Alrite Hermione?" He asked, pretending to ignore her wetness.
"Oh, perfectly fine Ronald," she responded through chattering teeth.
There. How predictable…
His face split into an arrogant and very pleased grin.
"You're wet Miss Granger."
Hang on…
She waved her wand distractedly, steam drying herself. He wasn't smiling anymore…in fact, he looked confused…or else he's running his hand through his hair which is usually what he does when he's…
"Did you get your homework done then?" For some reason he was avoiding looking directly at her.
"No," she gave a small sob and indicated the soggy, tattered piece of parchment that was her charms essay.
"Oh shit, now what am I going to do?" he thought aloud.
"Excuse me?" Her eyes met his suspiciously.
"You said I could copy all your homework from now on…" he whispered weakly, sounding unconvinced.
"What!?" she shrieked. "I never let you copy my homework, you know that Ronald!"
She was beginning to panic. Can he read my thoughts? Can he read my dreams? Oh my god! This is a catastrophe.
"But…" he looked really confused now.
Oh shit, that didn't happen Ron! You bloody moron. As if that would ever happen in real life anyway…
"How dare you assume that you could copy my essay!" She spat at him…covering up the real reason for her sudden anger. She was confused. For some reason her mind drifted back to the other day…handcuffs.
"Well sorry Hermione, everybody makes mistakes!" he retorted.
"Oh evidently. Just some people seemed to have filled their quota for mistakes centuries ago!"
She thrust the soggy parchment at him, pushed him roughly out of the way and marched off in such a fury that a group of first year boys screamed, one in particular looking close to fainting.
Stupid girl. What the hell is wrong with her? She just turns up all wet and sexy after that wet and sexy dream I just had…I was bound to slip up…
He sighed, picked up the parchment, pocketed it and padded slowly up to bed, his head faintly aching.
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