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Ron and Hermione proceeded downstairs to the Great hall together, occasionally snatching glances at each other. They were a little late for dinner, so everyone had already started their food, and they plopped down either side of the Chosen One. Harry leaned to one side, and whispered mischievously to Ron 'Told you he'd apologise'.
Ron nodded sagely. 'He did, and I feel so glad he did', smiling benevolently at Hermione across a grinning Harry. Ron ate with even more than his usual gusto, having horrifically missed lunch. Hermione sighed, and followed his lead. She might as well, she thought, while she was in a body that never, frustratingly, got fat.
The three of them ambled up to the Gryffindor common room together, where Harry had to suddenly leave, having spotted Ginny walking to her room. Ron smirked. Hermione thumped him 'Stop looking so smug!' she told him off. He rubbed his arm, looking offended. 'Is it so wrong I want my baby sister to date someone who would be good for her for a change?'
Hermione laughed. 'He's terrified he doesn't have your approval, you know' she mentioned, and Ron snorted. 'I know. That's what stops him going too far. He knows if he hurts her, the wizarding world will need a new saviour'. Hermione smiled. Ron suddenly became solemn. 'Hermione, I need to tell you something' 'Yes, Ron?' she asked.
'I need a shower' Hermione's smile fell. 'Really? Now?' Ron nodded, and Hermione groaned. 'You couldn't have told me earlier, could you? Everyone will have gone to bed now, and the only showers are in the bathrooms adjoining the dorms!' Ron looked nervous. 'Sorry' he apologised. 'I wasn't going to say anything, but I feel all gross'
Hermione sighed. 'I should have expected this. You're still on, aren't you?' Ron nodded, as if this were an everyday occurrence. He was getting rather used to the idea now, even though it still freaked him out if he thought about it too much. 'Well, as much as I hate to say this, you probably do need one. So do I, if I'm honest. It looks as if we've got one option'
'Which is?' Ron prompted. 'Go up to your dorm, and get Harry's cloak' she instructed. Knowing better than to question Hermione's orders when she obviously had a plan in mind, he scuttled up the stone staircase, and pushed the door open. Dean and Seamus were only in their boxers. Having seen this sight many times before, he ignored it, but the surprised lads seemed to have other ideas.
'Come back for more, have you, Herms?' Seamus asked, as Dean snickered. Herms? Ron thought. Her name is Hermione!. Seamus sauntered over to the irritated Ron. 'Like what you see, then, sweetie?' Ron gagged, and pulled his robes tighter around himself.
'I just came up here to get something from Harry's trunk' he protested. The boys grinned. 'Come on, baby, I could give you much more than that' Seamus insisted. Ron pushed past him. After this, he was never going to let them come near Hermione. 'Come on, 'Mione, just a kiss!' Seamus exclaimed, and stalked over to Ron.
'Mione? 'MIONE! Ron thought furiously. No-one called her that but him, in their most intimate moments. (A.N. Not like that! Not yet, anyway ;-D ) Before he was aware what had happened, he had smacked Seamus in the face so hard he left a handprint. Seamus backed away, staggered.
'I don't think she likes you calling her that, Seamus, mate. You KNOW she only lets Ron call her that' said Dean. Damn straight! thought Ron, who crossly snatched Harry's cloak from his trunk, and stomped back out of the room. Down in the common room, Hermione was waiting, and immediately noticed Ron's irate expression. 'What happened?' she asked.
'They called you, well, who they thought was you, 'Mione!' Ron hissed. Hermione took a sharp inward breath, and clapped a hand over her mouth. 'They didn't!' she insisted 'Surely not?'. Ron nodded. 'Ugh! They think they have the right to call me that! Only, well, I suppose only you have the right to call me that'
Ron nodded again. 'I should think so too' he added indignantly, at which Hermione smiled. 'Did you at least get the cloak?' she asked him. 'Yep!' he told her, and handed it over proudly. 'But I don't see what you need it for'. She grinned at him. 'I don't need it. You do'
Ron's face crinkled up in confusion. 'Why do I need it?'. Hermione sighed. 'You need a shower tonight, right?' 'Uh-huh' he replied, slowly. 'Then, as I won't let you use the girls' showers, because Lavender has the unfortunate habit of joining other girls in the shower and commenting on their breasts, you will be showering in the boys' showers. The invisibility cloak is because, as you have seen, if Seamus hears of it, he will probably do much the same as Lavender'.
Ron nodded mutely. Hermione thumped him again, awakening him from his daze. 'Ow!' he protested. Hermione scowled at him. 'Get the damn cloak on, Ron!' she told him, apparently unaware she had sworn. Ron grinned. He loved it when she let herself go. Gods, Hermione swearing…
Hermione thumped him again. 'Get out of your bloody daydream now and get upstairs!' she insisted. Ron was grinning widely as he slipped the cloak over his head. He followed her, still slightly stunned. Hermione pushed the door open. Dean and Seamus looked nervously at him. Hermione decided to pretend as though she knew nothing about the 'Mione incident…for now.
'Just gonna have a shower, ok guys?' she asked in her most butch tone. Unfortunately, it was rather convincing. The two boys nodded, relieved that 'Hermione' hadn't told 'him' about the whole flirting, nickname thing. Hermione went into the large bathroom, dragging Ron behind her and magically locking the door behind her. She was taking no risks.
'You can take off the cloak now' she told him. Ron did as she said, but looked around him, bewildered. 'Um, 'Mione?' he asked. She smiled at the proper use of her nickname. 'Yes, Ron?' she replied. 'Why the Hell are you in here with me?' he asked.
'Oh, Ron' she told him, exasperatedly. 'You didn't think I'd let you shower on your own, did you?'
Ok, so this one wasn't much longer, but I'm getting them out faster these days. That was just a cliff-hanger I HAD to end the chapter on. Review, tell me I'm great, a fantastic author, imaginative, creative, perverted, whatever, just review!