Well isn't this pleasant? It's not often that I'm spending time with my two best friends these days. I mean, Harry's got his lessons with Dumbledore…not to mention the weight of the entire wizarding world on his shoulders. And as for Ron…well, he's quite literally doing other things. Ok, so not exactly. I don't think he's actually having sex because…I'm sure he'd have told me if he'd lost his virginity. We confide things to each other. Plus, he's completely insensitive when it comes to things like that. He'd have absolutely no idea that by telling me, he'd inevitably be the cause of…well…very un-Hermione-like things. Like when I found out about him and Lavender. I didn't even bother with my History of magic essay. I only did six rolls of parchment. It was mental.
Awww. Just like old times. I can almost forget that the boy I'm in love with has chosen to fraternize with a girl who I really don't think could possibly be more dissimilar to myself. Mustn't anaylse the implications of this. Stop anaylsing the implications of this…
"Yawning again Ron? You know, maybe you ought to have a word with Lavender? Tell her to ease off a bit…she's draining you…"
"Thanks Harry. I get the message." Ron smiled weakly and put his head in his hands.
His two companions exchanged particularly confused glances. Harry looked questioningly at Hermione, silently entreating her to shed any light on their friend's odd disinterest towards a subject that he'd normally be rather proud to joke about.
Oh, as if I should know. It's not like he actually talks to me these days…She shrugged miserably.
A heavy silence fell between them then. For some reason Ron's ears had a red tinge to them and when he briefly shot a surreptitious glance towards Hermione, their shade only seemed to deepen.
Hermione was biting her lip as if she were desperately controlling herself from saying something. She was also snatching furtive glimpses at Ron. When she seemed to ascertain that yes, he was trying to avoid looking directly at her…if Harry wasn't mistaken, he saw her eyes begin to water.
Harry had never wanted his Dad's invisibility cloak more than right at this moment.
The silence was broken this time by a yawn form Hermione.
"What is wrong with you two!?" Harry sounded half exasperated, half amused.
" Well I haven't been sleeping well. Strange dreams you know." Ron stated with blatant nonchalance.
When Hermione's head snapped up at that, she found Ron to be barely containing one of his typically silly smiles.
He slowly began to giggle silently, which soon prompted Harry to join in. And there she was, watching her friends now nearly rolling off their armchairs, laughing hysterically.
She couldn't help it. They looked so… well…it was infectious. Now she was grinning and laughing at them both. I mean they look so positively moronic.
"Why can't we be like this all the time?" It was barely above a whisper and she didn't mean to say it.
The boys had gotten over the worst of their fit of hilarity, although they were still clutching their sides and wincing.
"What do you mean 'Mione?" Ron was earnestly trying to be serious now.
"We are like this all the time…" Harry comforted.
She smiled at them, although there was a slightly despondent twinkle to her eyes.
" Well I think I'm off to bed now."
She hugged Harry goodnight and waved at Ron because well…they never crossed that line.
"Sweet dreams Hermione." called Harry.
Ron choked on a chocolate frog and Hermione stumbled quite dramatically whilst ascending the stairs.
His splutters accompanied her all the way as she hobbled towards her dormitory.
When Ron had finally recovered, he shrugged sheepishly at Harry, who's response was to shake his head despairingly.
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"For the last time will you just keep your mangy, rotten beast away from me and Scabbers!"
"How dare you! Crookshanks is a cat Ron. A CAT! And he's a damn sight better looking that…that vermin of which for some stupid reason you hold so dear," she spat, gesturing wildly.
Ron gasped in horror.
"Just ignore the evil witch Scabbers…she's deluded…it's okay…"
"Oh, for heavens sake Ronald get a life! I can't believe you hate cats…"
"I do NOT hate ca…well… well so what!? I'm entitled to my own opinions and yes, I HATE CATS…especially annoying, squashy-faced ones like that…"
She was now pacing up and down furiously and the sight irritated Ron to such a degree that he turned his back on her, although continued to passionately mutter his hatred towards anything feline.
"Erm…Hermione? If you've just gone and left the room while I've been here arguing with you I'll…I'll…well…"
Silence.
Oh for fuck sake…He turned around.
Oh my…I…I…I m-must be dr-dreaming…She was leaning, stretched against the wall, a small and catlike smile twitching the corners of her lips.
Clad in a shocking, black, leather cat suit she slinked sensuously over to play with the shivering, stammering wreck that Ron'd been reduced to.
I've never seen costumes like this before…is it a muggle thing?His eyes were glued to her once subtle curves, accentuated by the tight material…he found himself being particularly drawn to a little zip that ran down the whole length of her beautifully sculpted body.
Wow, I must have a pretty good imagination. I'm not the sort of girl who makes regular trips to Ann Summers…
"Hermione…" he whispered.
She licked his neck in response.
"Ok… well I've err changed my mind a b-bit…I quite like cats. I like 'em a lot actually…"
She ran her claws…no, nails over his slim yet muscled chest. He helped her as she lifted his t-shirt over his strong, freckly arms, whilst inhaling his scent greedily.
When their eyes met however, it was Ron who looked positively animalistic. It was almost primal.
Without further hesitation he gently laid Hermione down on the floor and straddled her hips. She licked her lips and he ever so slowly began to un-zip her…
This is like Christmas!………………………………………………………………………………………………
Ron was vaguely aware that his limbs were aching. And whatever he was lying on was hard and cold. Oh shit, have I fallen out of bed again?
He groaned sleepily, but when he tried to sit up he found that he couldn't. There was something quite heavy on top of him. Not quite awake enough to open his eyes, he fumbled around with his right hand. He could feel a mass of something fluffy…hey there's a lot of it…on his chest…
Have I sprouted a crazy amount of chest hair overnight? Hey, it happened to Charlie…He began to panic. When he finally managed to blink open his eyes, he was even more surprised to see the mass of brown curls slowly moving.
Now despite the fact that he has red hair…
"Hermione!?"
"What is it Ron?" She mumbled croakily.
Gradually coming to his senses, he groped around for something…a blanket…anything, to cover his nakedness.
He heard a muffled scream and turned sharply to see Hermione clutching the torn remnants of last night's escapade. The cat suit.
"But…but I…I don't understand! I usually wake up as soon as I…this…this isn't right…I'm not meant to dream this part…why are we…" her voice, although hoarse was somewhat shrill.
"What!? You mean I'm still asleep?!" he yelled.
She instantly covered his eyes with her hand.
"Be a gentleman Ronald, don't look at me! In case you haven't noticed I'm naked!" She shouted angrily.
"Hey, I sort of did notice." He murmured, as if scared that she would fly off the handle. "And anyway, don't you think it's a bit late to be getting all shy now…I mean, last night…and the other nights… you…and…handcuffs…" his face, although blushing bore a vague sort of pleased-ness with himself.
"Shut up Ron!" she interrupted hysterically "This isn't real! None of it is, so don't pretend that…"
Now he interrupted "Then why are we both going to remember this in the morning?"
She didn't reply.
He momentarily took his hand away from his eyes.
"Ron!" she yelped.
"Sorry…erm…"
Well, as far as uncomfortable silences go…"I'm cold." She muttered eventually.
"Do you want me to…err…"
"No Ron. I just want to wake up now."
She sounded troubled.
This upset Ron more than he could have possibly thought.
She probably feels disgusted with herself. I mean why would she want to do all these things with…with me? I'm just a Weasley and she's…well she's brilliant.
"Sorry."
She sniffled.
"You should be. What about Lavender?"
Now he was pissed off. "Look, I'm allowed to dream about who I bloody well want aren't I?"
"No, not at the expense of another person's feelings." Her voice was carefully calm, although the sadness behind it was evident.
When he risked peeping through his fingers at her, he saw a tear glistening on her cheek.
"Hermione…"
"Don't."
Silence.
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When he opened his eyes, sunlight was streaming through the windows and he was in his bed. Harry was already up, probably gone down to breakfast.
He remained there, breathing heavily, wondering with anguish precisely what she was thinking at this moment.
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She awoke to a throbbing headache. When she looked in the mirror she saw that her face was streaked clearly, revealing the path her many tears had taken.
Is that all I am to him? His night time whore…A/N: Oh come on! I tried really hard with this chapter!!!! So, please review!