Love writing about summer, make me look forward to it even more :') So I decided to have Ron not interupt Hermione in the end, it worked out better. Here you go !

River

I breathed in the Spring hair, birds chirping and feeling thankful that three jumpers and a coat were no longer needed. The breeze pushed my fringe in front of my eyes, and I had to keep sweeping it back. For once in my life I would be grateful if Mum would just appear and offer one of her hair cuts. Might end up a bit lobsided, but at least I would be able to see where I was going. I would have been able to go and have a nice shower, but at the current moment the plumbing was dodgy, and none of us had a clue how to fix it. I heard a buzzing and then a sweet melodic sound met my ears. Hermione was tinkering with the radio. I smiled and looked back outside. Leaves now decorated a nearby tree and it made me think about the tree's in out backgarden back home. I tried not to think about home too much, I try and stay in moment, keep focused, look after Harry and Hermione. They were my main priority for now.

"Be back in a bit"

Hermione looked up "Okay" she smiled

I stood up began to walk towards the river, aiming to follow the path as far as I could go within the boundaries. But the tree I had been watching previously kept catching my eye. I bet it had been at least a year since I'd climbed a tree, and yet I felt like it was yesterday. Me and Ginny would start either side and see who could get up first. The one summer we both slipped and both of us broke a bone, it took Mum two days to regrow them.

I began to climb, placing a leg here, and an arm there, and before I knew it I was now a few feet off the floor. I could see a rather chunky looking branch to my left. I placed my hands on it, pushing , and it seemes steady enough. From here I had a beautiful view of the tent, the meadow behind it, the river, everything. Just an outstretch of glorious freedom. Well apart from the fact that the protective enchantments were up, but you couldnt see them so it felt like it.

"Ron?" I heard Hermione's voice call from a distance. I was still struggling to lift myself up- it had been a lot easier when I was younger- and by the time I had my back leaning against the trunk and my legs dangling either side of the branch, she was gone from the tent entrance. I sat back and enjoyed the view. A few birds chirped above my head, and I hoped to God none of them felt like aiming my way. Walking back to the tent with bird poo on your mop is not a good look in front of the girl you - well- it's not good in any situation. I started to think about Ginny. My little sister. I missed her more than I thought I would. I hoped she was alright, I hoped they all were...

I heard a humming. It was soft, gentle, something I could have listened to all day. I realised I was too far away from the tent to be able to hear the radio, and looked down. Through a few branches, there was Hermione leaning on her knees near the river, washing clothes, my clothes actually. Okay, some were Harry's, but that wasn't the point. She had her hands all over my Cannons shirt, scrubbing off some food I had dropped on it the previous day. I watched as she held it up to the sun, inspecting it. She placed it down in the pile of clothes that were presumably clean. I wandered if I should let her know that I was here.

Nope.

She took her jumper off and placed that on the surface of the water aswell, leaving her in a vest top. I thanked Merlin I was high up in a tree at this present moment in time, and that no-one could see my expression, my mouth gaping open, I could almost feel the drool hanging off of my chin. She turned back to my Cannons shirt, and picked it up once more. I wandered why she was cleaning it again, hadn't she already done it once? But she continued, and she placed it out in front of her, all the other clothes on her left and my t-shirt on the right. Letting the sun get to it. I heard her gasp as she saw her jumper had begun to float downstream. She reached forward but it was out of her reach. I reached in my back pocket and pointed my wand at the jumper, guiding it to a neaby rock in the river. I chuckled as she ran down a few feet and snatched the jumper back, shaking her head as she came to sit down.

She reached around her and pulled off her beaded bag. Placing it on the floor next to her, she brought out a few bottles of some sort, pink and purple, I had seen her use them before. She hummed as she picked up her wand and did the simplest tasks, some I'd heard her scolding me for many a time, uncorking the lid on the bottle, moving objects from place to place. She leant back down near the river on her knees, giving me a very good view of her perfect arse, and dipped her hair into the river, and then began squeezing the pink shampoo onto her hands. She lathered her hair, scratching her scalp gently, scrunching her curls in her hands and then flipping her hair back. I had never seen anything so damn sexy. She repeated this a couple of times, using different bottles, and I wasn't at all surprised. Hermione likes to do things properly, why should this be any different? I leant forward, eager to get a better view, leaning on my elbows and watching her. I loved watching her when she thought no-one was around. She doesn't put up a brick wall, theres no barrier between us, and she's completely herself. She reached for her beaded bag and brought out a towel, scrubbing her hair dry, and using her wand her complete it. When she flipped her hair round again, it was all I could do to keep from laughing. Her hair had achieved a look that was twice its usual look, fluffy and whispy, sticking out in odd places.

And yet I loved every strand.

She picked up her hair brush and brushed her hair through, and it began to lose it's volume, returning to the regular bushy hair I was all too familiar with. I remembered the other day when I had picked up that perticular brush. It was plain black, so i just assumed it was Harry's. It had been lying around on the kitchen table after all. I had just got up and I started to brush my hair with it, sweeping my locks out of eyes, not that it worked. Hermione had walked in whilst Harry was on watch, and she stopped dead as soon as she saw me. Of course I didn't realise it at the time, but it was her brush. I put the brush down and she looked at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked "Have I got something on my face?"I wiped my face, expecting something to be there, and yet there was not.

"No, just, when your done, can you put that back in the bathroom, just so I don't lose it"

I nearly choked and felt myself turning red "Oh- sorry, I thought it was Harry's"

"I don't mind. What's mine is your's and vise versa whilst were on this hunt"

Does that mean I can have your arse then?

"...I have borrowed some of that shower gel on the shelf in the bathroom, the blue one, yours right?"

"Uh-huh" I seemed speechless knowing Hermione had been standing - gulp- starkers in the bathroom, her hands over my belongings. Oh God, I'm never going to look at that bottle the same ever again...

"I mean, you don't mind do you?" she asked me.

"Mind- me? No of course not, help yourself" I smiled.

...

And now had my t-shirt in her lap again, pointing her wand at it, drying it off, she couldn't seem to keep her hands off it. I wonder why ?

She crossed her legs, and finished the few clothes that were left. I got a good view of a bra, but that's all I got. I couldn't even see what it looked like really from that distance. Shame. I had secret hopes she was just going to strip and jump right in the river, but I'm not that lucky. She eventually finished, and sorted the clothes into piles, and picked them up. She walked back to the tent, and I enjoyed watching her go.

I took a deep breath, and made my way back down the tree. It was easier than getting up I'll tell you. I was about to stroll back to the tent, when I noticed something near the river, where Hermione had been sitting. I walked over and turned redder than I already was.

Hermione's frilly bra.

Frilly.

Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have imagined my Hermione to be wearing something of such...creativity. She's prim, and propper, smart, a rule follower, clearly not someone to go shopping for -

Oh God now I'm imagining Hermione in a saucy knicker shop. Stop, breathe, calm down. I can't go back to the tent in this state. I looked back down at the bra, unsure of what do do. Should I tell her I saw it, was it hers. Bloody hell Ron, of course it's hers, it's not going be Harry's is it ! Okay, just - Oh bugger !

I leant down and picked it up between my finger and my thumb, still unsure of what to do. I put it in my back pocket of my jeans, and made my way over to the tent. If I walked in with it holding it out like that, especially in front of Harry if he's work up by now, she'd be embarrased, and we all know what Hermione does when she's embarrased. She get's angry. And I never want to be on the recieving end of one of Hermione's fists ever again.I shuddered at the thought.

I opened the flap of the tent. Harry was still asleep on his bunk, he's been up half the night on watch poor sod, and Hermione was sitting at her usual spot at the table, reading a book. She looked up.

"Hey, where did you get off to?"

Just sitting in a tree like a complete perv watching you wash your delicates.

"Went for a walk, well as far as I could go without the boundaries" I lied. I felt slightly guilty for lying, but then thought about the fantastic view that I had from the tree and somehow that guilt pushed itself to the back of my mind.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

I reached in my back pocket and slid my hand across the table, leaving the garment in front of her. I looked anywhere but her, averting my eyes to a rather interesting rip in one corner of the tent. She placed her book down and her eye brows furrowed as her eyes flicked from my face to the item. Her eyes instantly went round and her face flooded with mortification.

"Ron, where-"

"I found it on my way back, on the floor near the river, figured it was yours, thought I'd return it"

She snatched it off the table and put it in her jumper pocket, which she had put on when returning to the tent. Something I wasn't too pleased about.

"Oh- well- thanks" she said "How embarrassing" she muttered, looking at the table.

"If it makes you feel any better its quite a nice bra"

Hermione blanched for a moment and then threw her head back in laughter, not the silly little giggles that girls do around boys, it was a propper belly laugh and I soon found myself joining in. She shushed me and nodded towards Harry, who had turned over in his sleep, facing away from them.

"Well, thanks very much. I suppose this gets me back for all the times I've seen your underwear"

I spluttered "Well you won't find any frills in my drawers thankyou very much"

"Ronald!" she slapped my hand. I grinned and it was like old times. No death or distruction, no hunt, no horcruxes. We were having a laugh, and maybe a bit of harmless flirting, well on my part anyway. Something we hadn't done in what felt like a long time. And you know the wierd thing? Since I came back, it feels natural to do it, like doing it wasn't a waste of time, or a long shot, but in fact Hermione seemed to be responding to it, like she bloody enjoyed it! Can you believe that? Maybe it was all in my head. I mean I'm Ron. Just Ron. Nothing special. But the look on her face tells me a whole different story. It's so confusing...

"What! The best pair i've got are my Chudley Cannons, my lucky undies they are" I grinned. She was laughing again. I love it when she laughed. Especially when I made her laugh. It made me feel like a prat sitting there with this massive grin on my face, but I couldn't help it. It was catchy, the laughter, especially when it was coming from her.

"Oh yes, and I've seen them a fair few times. Very nice indeed " she laughed. Soon we calmed down and Hermione resumed reading her book, and I went over to the sink and started the washing up from the night before. I still had the feeling burnt into my hand of how the frills felt against my palm as I slid it across the table. Why the hell didn't I think to check out the size?

"Ron, do you mind if I borrow this, all of my clothes are dirty, I've only just finished your's and Harry's?"

I turned around expecting to see Hermione at the table, but she must have left. I nearly dropped the cup I had been washing up, as she was standing there holding my Chudley Cannons shirt. I bit back a wide grin, and nodded my head, mumbling 'sure' and a few minutes later she walked out in it. I think I nearly burst right there and then. I kept my attention on the cup, washing every sodding speck of it. I had that image of Hermione burnt into my mind now. Bright orange shirt that was a tad too small for me, went past her hips and half way down her thighs, with some pjamer bottoms. I heard her sit back down at the table, and I turned back round.

"You can keep that- if you want - I mean its too small on me anyway"

"Oh, thanks, I'll keep it for bed" she smiled.

Keep it for bed. Holy Mother of Merlin. I am never letting you wash that shirt again.

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So, what did you think ? Liked it ? ;D I do love Ron and Hermione's banter, especially when they're flirting. I don't think we got enough of this in the films. Were there any perticular parts you liked best or laughed out loud at ? Please let me know !

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Coming up :

"What do you want me to do? Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg?"

"It's the least you can do!"

Before she knew it, he was on his knees in front of her, his head level with her waist, and looking up at her with those gorgeous blue eyes ...