Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. Did I have you fooled? No? Damn, you lot are smart!

A.N. I'm sorry for the slip up last chapter, I completely forgot about the prefect's bathrooms. I could make up some stupid excuse why they didn't use that instead, as it would make SO much more sense, but I can't even think of one.

Ron stared at her. 'Together?' he croaked, his throat strangely dry. 'Of course' she said briskly. 'I'm not having you wash my body, so I'll do it. Then you do yours. Close your eyes and take your clothes off, then we can get started'. Ron obeyed, slamming his eyes shut, and began to struggle out of his clothes. From the rustle of cloth he could hear, Hermione was doing the same.

Then he hit the same problem he had last night. At least this time he had someone to help him. 'Hermione?' he asked, embarrassed. 'Yes, Ron?' she replied. 'I can't get this bra off'. Hermione opened her eyes and stared. 'You've never taken a bra off before?' she grinned. 'Not off myself' he shot back.

Hermione scowled. It was lucky Ron's eyes were still shut, or he'd have run for his life from that look. 'Come here, you stupid git' she growled, and he did as she said, shivering slightly when she swore. He felt a large rough hand on his back, slight pressure then a cold feeling as the bra dropped away. 'There. I assume you can do the rest yourself?' she asked icily, and Ron nodded blindly.

'Uh, 'Mione?' he asked. 'What now, Ron?' she sighed. 'How could you see to take my bra off? Your eyes aren't open, are they?' his own eyes shot open. 'They are!' he exclaimed. 'Hypocrite! You're allowed to open your eyes but I'm not? Don't you trust me?'

Hermione frowned at him. 'Ron, please don't look down. Keep looking at me, and I'll do the same. Look at your own body, don't look down. I trust you, of course I do, but somehow I'm not quite sure I can look at you the same again if you've seen my boobs'. Ron nodded solemnly. 'All right, I promise not to look. Don't be a hypocrite in this too though; I don't fancy a description on the list'

Hermione smiled 'Wouldn't Lavender have written one? If she can write, that is'. Ron shook his head violently. 'She couldn't; she never got that far'. Hermione's smile widened. 'Ok, let's get on. Your hair's disgusting, turn around and I'll wash it'

Ron did as she said, and soon Hermione's large hands were massaging a fruity smelling lather through his long bushy hair. 'Mmmmmmmmmm' he moaned. Hermione sniggered. 'What kind of a noise was that?' she asked. Ron coughed, embarrassed. 'It felt kind of nice' he muttered. Hermione shoved his head under the shower spray, surprising him.

'That was mean!' he exclaimed. 'You brought it on yourself!' Hermione laughed. 'Turn back around, I've got to do your conditioner or it'll explode by morning'. Ron's brows furrowed, confused. 'Conditioner? What the Hell's conditioner?' he asked, looking slightly scared. Hermione rubbed some into his hair. 'It's stuff that makes you hair smooth and shiny' she explained. 'So your hair looks like it does even with this conditioner stuff on it?' Ron asked incredulously.

'Hoi!' Hermione protested, plunging his head back in the water 'Come on, it's your turn. Wash this manky red mop you call hair!' Ron spun around, so he was facing Hermione's back, and began to scrub his small hands into Hermione's ginger hair. 'Damn, my arse looks good from behind' he commented. 'Ron!' she protested. 'That's very off putting'.

'Come on, tell me honestly you've never thought that' he teased. 'Ron! Don't you dare be so callous. I hardly ever look at your…I mean I've never looked at your…I mean except at Quidditch practice…I mean, oh, shut up!' Ron was grinning like a pumpkin. 'You waaaaant me!' he sang. Hermione scowled.

'Admit it!' he insisted, letting the water rinse the shampoo from Hermione's red soapy hair. 'No!' she told him sternly. 'If you don't shut up I'll wipe that smile off your face' she warned him. Ron smirked. 'Try it' he challenged. Hermione grinned 'Sit down on the side over there, eyes closed - I need to shave your legs'. The smile was wiped off Ron's face.

He did as ordered, though, and kept his eyes tightly shut as Hermione scraped a razor up his legs, rinsing them as she went. ''Mione, do you have to do this?' he groaned as she nicked his ankle. Hermione scoffed. 'You boys expect girls to have lovely smooth legs. Just because you realise what a drag it is now, doesn't mean you can just not do it. I do that every day, you can put up with it for a month'.

Ron shut up at this telling off, until he felt his arm being lifted, and yelped. 'What the Hell are you doing?' he squeaked. 'Underarms' she said simply, and dragged the razor over Ron's armpits until they were clear of hair.

'Are we done yet?' Ron complained. 'Pretty much' Hermione agreed. 'Just need to exfoliate, otherwise I'll have pores big enough to fit a dragon's egg in tomorrow'. Hermione began to rub some silky lotion into Ron's cheeks, and over his T-zone. 'Ow!' he protested as a little got in his eye. 'Sorry' she apologised, grinning slightly. She always got that stuff in her eyes; it was nice for someone else to feel the effects for once.

'Alright, we're done' she finally told him after they had managed to rinse the last of the lotion from his eye. 'You can have a few more minutes in the shower, then we have to get out, or Harry'll eventually wonder where we've gone'. Ron nodded, and closed his eyes in bliss as the hot water ran over him. Hermione wandered off to search the huge bathroom for towels.

Ron had always enjoyed showers; at home there was always someone wanting to get in after him, and at Hogwarts the other lads tended to burst in whenever they wanted a shower, and never knocked. He let the warm spray soak across his whole body, minding to keep his hands firmly in his hair. That and they were pretty tangled up in it; he probably couldn't have removed them if he tried. Not that he would try-if he let his hands wander Hermione would probably handcuff him so it didn't happen again. He wasn't taking any chances.

He moaned loudly at the relaxing mist of temperate liquid, much a he had done when Hermione had been shampoo-ing his hair. He became gradually aware of a sniggering from a few feet away, and cautiously opened an eye a crack, to see whether Hermione was back to mock him for groaning in the shower, and would rebuke him for opening his eyes.

They shot open in horror when he realised who his real audience was.

A.N. Ok, so anyone with half a brain can guess who it is. I do like to end on cliff-hangers though.

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