Disclaimer: I COULD be JK. If I was born her. Which I wasn't. But I COULD have been.
A.N. Sorry about the wait. I've been off trawling through my family tree, trying to find a way I could be related to JK. No such luck.
He saw a flash of disappearing brown hair. There were only two lads in his year with brown hair; Neville and Seamus, and let's face it, Neville wasn't much of a Peeping Tom. Hermione came rushing up from the other side of the bathroom wearing a Gryffindor towel wrapped around her waist. 'What's up?' she asked, concerned, whilst handing a longer towel to Ron.
Ron snatched it, wrapping it firmly around himself, glaring at the door. 'Seamus was in here just now' he told her, and Hermione looked furious. 'This is all I need! If I obliviate him again, the chances are he'll get brain damage. Not that anybody would notice' she added snidely.
Ron sniggered. 'You can shut up too' she berated 'You're the one that got me in this mess'. Ron scowled. 'I though you had put a spell on the lock!' he replied 'You're not passing off all the blame on me!'
Hermione gasped. 'I did! It wasn't my best spell, but you were under the cloak, I didn't expect any interruptions. Unless it was your body he was interested in seeing, which I doubt' she smirked 'He must have known my body was in here'. Ron's eyes widened. 'Bloody Hell! How do you think he knew that?'
'Don't swear, Ron'. Hermione said absentmindedly. 'Let's ask him. I'm stumped' she suggested, and Ron laughed. 'That must be a first!' Hermione smiled at him, and headed towards the door. 'Oi!' she yelled. 'Seamus Finnegan, how in Merlin's name did you know Hermione was in there, and why did you burst in on her?!'
Seamus looked terrified. 'I heard her moaning, and I'd seen you go in there earlier. I figured you two had finally figured out…you know'. Ron and Hermione blushed. 'All right then, Ron?' he asked nervously. 'No, I am not all right!' Hermione glared. 'If you don't stop harassing Hermione I'm going to kill you. Better yet, I'll kill you anyway!' Seamus backed away, wand raised shaking in front of him. He also knew what happened to guys who tried to 'Get to know' Hermione Granger while Ron Weasley was around.
'Stop!' he cried desperately. 'I'll never come near her again. I know you're the one she wants. I'll do anything! I'll date Lavender to prove it! I wouldn't dare go near Hermione again, you know how jealous of Hermione Lavender is!' Hermione grinned slightly against her will. Ron leaned forward to Hermione's ear and whispered 'Told you so'.
'Besides, I'm not stupid enough to let your anger and Hermione's mind mix, I'd end up as a frog!' Ron and Hermione smiled at each other. Hermione stuck her hand out. 'I think we have a deal' she said to Seamus, who gratefully shook it. Ron tried to protest, saying he hadn't been punished enough, but Hermione grinned. 'Dating Lavender is punishment enough' she insisted 'Besides, it's my body, and I'll deal with it how I want'.
'Now, Seamus' she instructed 'Come over here' she commanded. Seamus looked hesitant. 'Why?' he asked uneasily 'I thought we'd sorted it all out'. Hermione sighed. 'I'm just going to remove the memory. I can't leave you with it, can I?'. Seamus shook his head determinedly. 'Nu huh' he refused. 'Not you. Hermione can take the memory out, I'm not having you put a wand to my head! Besides, it's her body, and it's a damn good memory. She won't want you leering.'
Ron and Hermione looked at each other. 'Ok, Hermione' Hermione said slowly, 'You know the spell, it's ecapitrahe'. Ron nodded, and placed his wand to Seamus' temple. 'Ecapitrahe!' he said, slightly shakily. A silvery liquid flowed from Seamus' head into Ron's wand and up his arm. Ron stowed his wand away and grinned. 'Now get out, I'm getting changed. You too, Dean!' he added, and Dean, who had been silent through the whole exchange scuttled out after the relieved (but disappointed) Seamus.
Once the door had slammed firmly shut, Hermione put her best locking spell and a silencing spell on the room. Ron was smirking at her, rather roguishly. 'What's up with you?' she asked. Ron grinned. 'I've got Seamus' memory. He was right, it is a damn good memory'. Hermione gasped. 'You sod! Don't think of it!' Ron continued to stare into space, smiling dreamily. 'I didn't break the rules, 'Mione' he said happily. 'It's fair, I didn't look'.
Hermione glared. 'I said I'd never be able to look at you the same way if you'd seen me naked!' she scolded him. 'I'm taking that memory, like it or not'. She advanced on him, wand raised. Ron backed away. 'I want to keep it! It's a great memory, don't be a spoilsport'. Hermione sighed. 'Fine, you have the choice. Either I take that memory, or I get one of my own' she raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Ron's face creased up in inner conflict. 'Well?' asked Hermione, confident of victory. 'I'll keep it' Ron said firmly. Hermione looked shell shocked. 'What? Don't you mean 'Ok, Hermione, take it, I respect your wish?''. Ron shook his head. 'Nope' he replied 'Pretty certain I mean I'll keep it. It's worth anything you could find out about me. Besides, we both know I'm fabulous, you're dying for a look'
'Ronald Bilious Weasley, you are the most arrogant, perverted, infuriating guy I have ever had the misfortune to meet! If you don't give me that memory RIGHT NOW…' she threatened. Ron shook his head again. 'Fair's fair. I didn't break any rules, and you said it was my choice. I've chosen'
Hermione stared at him for a minute, waiting for him to give in. He didn't. 'Fine! But I'll get it eventually, just watch me!' she declared. Ron looked nervous, but went back to the memory, and began to grin stupidly again. Hermione huffed angrily, and strode over to his trunk, shoving on a pair of maroon pyjamas. 'Is EVERYTHING you own maroon?' she asked, exasperated.
Ron nodded as she threw him another pair of his own pyjamas. She never thought the first time she would be wearing his pyjamas would be like this….anyway, shut up brain. She thought guiltily. 'Yup' he said amiably, pulling on the pyjamas she had thrown on him. 'My mum can't get it out of her head that I hate maroon. She has enough to think about what with there being seven of us, but still…'
Hermione shrugged. 'My parents have only got me, and they still forget allsorts. Like how I'm not going to hook up with any of their muggle friends' sons, no matter how hard they try' she said in disgust. Ron's expression changed. 'What?' he asked, fuming. 'Oh' Hermione laughed 'They've been inviting their friends around, using the whole 'Why don't you bring young so and so along? Our Hermione's home from school, I'm sure she'd love to meet him, such a nice young man…'. As if. They asked loads over, and there was only ONE who was even vaguely decent!'
'Oh?' asked Ron, trying to look as if he didn't care 'Who was that then?'. 'Just some guy, called Sam. He's training to be a dentist, like both our parents. My parents don't want me marrying a wizard, they feel unable to connect with this world, the wizarding world. They want grandchildren who are muggles like them. I'd be a bit disappointed if my kids weren't magical, but Sam seemed nice enough, and it'd please my parents, I suppose'.
'What's he like then, this Sam?' Ron asked, not looking at Hermione. 'Um, he's nice. He's clever, he's going to be a dentist like our parents, he's sporty; he's a fantastic footballer. I went along to a few of his matches, you know, for support.' Ron made a nun-committal shrug 'How do you think he'd react to you being a witch?' he asked. 'No idea' she said cheerfully 'It's not the kind of thing you drop into everyday conversation, is it?'
Ron grunted. 'Don't know about that. Anyway, muggles are bad news. You'd be better off with a guy who understood your brilliance, not treated you like a freak. Someone who's part of your world'. Hermione glared at him furiously 'Muggles are bad news? My PARENTS are muggles! You can't say that about them, Ronald Weasley! You know nothing about their world, my other world! You're a pureblood though, I wouldn't expect YOU to understand!' she bellowed, and marched into the bathroom, slamming the door.
A.N. Review! I wrote TWO versions of this chapter, but I deleted the other one 'cos it was rubbish. But that means I put in TWICE as much effort to this chapter. So I definitely deserve a review.