Disclaimer: I own the Harry Potter universe and particularly Draco Malfoy! (Wakes up from wonderful dream) Oh bugger.
A.N. Thanks for being so patient with me, waiting for me to update. You can expect it more regularly now Pirates of the Caribbean is out of the cinema. I was kind of lost in a Depp/Bloom induced haze. But i'm back in reality now.
'So, MYonie' he drawled easily, sliding up to join 'her' on the bed. 'You're not seeing anyone at the moment, are you? You're always saying that Victor Krum's just a FRIEND' Ron glared at the thought of him being more 'And Harry and Ron are the same, so why don't I and you, you and I, we get to know each other a little better?'
Ron had gotten over it after the initial shock and horror, but Seamus was known for being distinctly squeamish about the whole 'female situation'. He could use this to his advantage. Ok, so Hermione would kill him later, but who cared? It would be preferable to having Seamus all over him.
'I'm just going to the bathroom' he slid away from Seamus. The Irish boy called out suggestively 'Why don't I join you? Strictly so you know where everything is, of course. It's a new bathroom, we wouldn't want you to get…distracted' he winked.
'Um, Seamus' said Ron, trying to suppress a grin. 'I don't think you'd really want to' Seamus quirked an eyebrow. 'I really think I do' he replied roguishly. 'Fine, but I warn you, I'm not going for a bath, I just need to deal with my monthly'. He ignored the glares he was getting from Hermione; Seamus' face was just too good to miss.
He looked an odd combination of sick, scared, horrified and disappointed. Ron grinned; he wouldn't be after Hermione again in a hurry. When he emerged from the bathroom again, he was cross to notice that after all the 'other' boys had gone to sleep, Hermione had stolen his bed, and was smirking at him victoriously.
He strode over with mock anger, and whispered, so as not to wake the other boys, 'Well done, Miss Granger. However, if you think that will stop me from getting a decent, comfy night's sleep, you have another thing coming'
He slid onto the bed to join her, drawing the curtains after him, and her eyes shot wide open in shock. 'Ron, what do you think you're doing?' she hissed. 'You can't share the bed with me! What would people think?' he rolled over to face her, grinning.
'Well, Miss Granger, the door is locked until morning. My back hurts because of your bloody period' bad choice of words, Ron, Hermione thought 'And I am going to be sleeping on MY bed. It'd do wonders for my reputation; if you're so worried about yours, you move'
'Ah, but you mustn't forget, Mr Weasley' she replied, matching his grin 'That with such a reputation, imagine the kinds of fun I could have. For years I've been Ms Bookworm, knee socks and top buttons; just think what it would be like if I turned Lavender. I'm sure Victor would appreciate my new look, I'm due an owl off him any day.' The grin slid off Ron's face.
'And McLaggen is a notorious player; who knows what kind of sully he might put on my honour if given the right encouragement. Finally there's our dear old friend Draco, Mr Death Eater youth himself. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to take advantage of a poor, defenceless maiden such as myself, if only he heard I was that kind of girl. Remember, according to the list, he is one place higher than you' she smirked as she saw his face steadily reddening.
'People might think I was trying to collect the set, and what with Harry just a few beds away…' Ron snapped. 'If any of them dares come within a mile of you, I'll rip their heads off' he breathed hard, trying to ignore the instinctive voice in his head, screaming at him to murder various males in Hermione's life, and claim her himself. She's inches away! It bellowed How long have you wished for an opportunity like this?
Hermione was engaging in a similar internal battle Come on, just reach out! You've been dreaming about this since second year! Take him!
Ron broke their intense gaze first, bowing his head shyly. Hermione edged off the bed, before stopping abruptly. 'Ron?' she asked 'Yeah?' he replied, not looking at her. 'You said your back hurts? Do you need a massage? I always find it helps when I'm on' she smiled bitterly 'Some girls get cramps, some get back pain. I get both'
He stared up at her as if she was offering him a gold-plated firebolt. 'You'd do that for me? Even though I always said you were exaggerating?' she shrugged. 'I know how miserable it can be. Slide your nightdress off your top, and I'll grab some oil from the bathroom' Ron looked hesitant to remove the dress, even with the curtains shut.
Hermione clicked her tongue impatiently. 'Honestly, Ron, they're my breasts. I have seen them before you know' she brandished a bottle she had retrieved from the boy's bathroom. 'Coconut and wild pear' she said, pulling the top off and sniffing at the bottle. 'Right lot of sissies you are' she snorted. Ron turned bright red, mumbling about Neville having been sent it by his grandmother.
She flipped Ron over onto his front, and kneeled with one leg either side of his back, straddling him. She pushed the nightdress further down his body, so it just covered the beginning of his hipbones. Ron shivered. She dribbled the oil onto her hands and began rubbing it in little circles up and down his back. She could work wonders; the stabbing pains in his back just melted away, leaving him limp and beautifully relaxed.
Occasionally the tips of her fingers would brush the edges of his breasts as she swept her hands down again; Ron felt himself becoming strangely breathless. Hermione, of course, knew exactly what to do to make her own body feel good, and as such she was able to work Ron's muscles into a positive euphoria. Ron was responding so; his groans of pleasure became more and more pronounced as she worked on.
'Hermione?' someone called from behind the curtain 'Are you ok?' both froze, unable to move. Whoever had spoken to Hermione clearly became worried by her lack of answer, and drew back the curtain, wand raised.
'Harry!' Ron shrieked, clutching the nightdress as best he could over his breasts. As Hermione was sitting on the end of it, however, this was not particularly effective. Harry backed away as if he had been burned. Ron's yells awoke the other boys in thee room, who scrambled frantically to their feet, wands brandished; apparently sharing a dorm with Harry Potter left you a little jumpy.
Neville looked embarrassed, and re-drew his curtains as soon as he saw what was going on; the other two, however, laughed loudly, and stared at Ron, stunned. 'Merlin, Weasley. Never knew you had it in you, but bloody good choice, I must say' Dean slapped Hermione on the back, his eyes fixed on Ron's uncovered chest.
Hermione had had enough. She wasn't used to defending her own body, and due to the weirdness of it she had allowed Seamus a bit of leeway the night before. This, however, was a different matter. She pushed herself up off Ron's back, and he took the opportunity of the dress being free to make himself decent, glaring at all three boys.
Hermione grabbed her wand from the bedside table, wielding it like a sword. She turned to Harry, and told him kindly 'Go back to bed, Harry, or you'll be tired in the morning' he obeyed her, looking both relieved that 'Ron' hadn't stoved his head in and disconcerted.
Then she turned her attention on the two gawpers.
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