Chapter 5: Study Buddy
Ron usually skipped the study hall during his free period. Study hall was the last place that he wanted to be at any given moment of the day, especially when he had a free period.
Today, however was different. Hermione had asked him to study with her after their DADA class. Ron excelled in the class, where Hermione lacked, so she thought it would be a perfect excuse to get him away from his pratty group of friends.
Ron and Hermione had been good friends since first year. During their first year, Hermione was teased a lot by some of their fellow Gryffindors. Ron was always the one that defended her, despite the two of them having goes at each other every and then. Harry had also been a friend, however, Hermione didn't like the boy that he had become over the years. Around 4th year, girls started taking more of an interest in him, and he went from being a polite, nice, and laid back person, to an arrogant, womanizing, conceited and slag of a prat.
Ron, despite being Harry's friend, had never picked up Harry's habits. He didn't even try. To him, it had always been Hermione.
Of course, Hermione didn't know that. And as they walked in silence towards the study hall, her mind was racing. True they were now of age and of course she herself have had many fantasies of her and Ron getting intimate in her bed, the common room, the Room of Requirement, out by the lake, the quidditch pitch, and her favorite, in the library roughly against a bookshelf. I mean what growing witch wouldn't think of such things? However, that wasn't all that she wanted from Ron. And it pained her to know that he only saw her as just a shag.
They made it to the study hall, finding it empty. 'Great.' thought Hermione. 'Being alone with him is the last thing I need.'
They went in and sat down at the far end of the room. They did that to avoid people just in case someone did show up and needed more table than they needed.
For a while, the two sat in silence across from one another. The only sound was their quills scratching against the parchment and the turning of pages. After 20 minutes of that, Ron had had enough.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked as he watched her copy down a note.
Hermione glanced up from her parchment for a second. "Why do you think something is the matter with me?" she asked.
"Maybe its because you're as quiet as a damn mouse." said Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes and put the quill down. "I was only doing my homework. Which you were supposed to be helping me with by the way, so why are you the one who is quiet?"
"You seemed like you were on just fine. You could have asked me."
"Well I wasn't. I probably have some of these spells all wrong, no thanks to you." snapped Hermione.
"Are you kidding me? How the hell are you mad at me when I was the one who asked you what was the matter? Forgive me for wanting to know if my friend was okay. Bloody hell, I'll never ask again." said Ron, crossing his arms.
Hermione sighed. This was not how things were supposed to be. How was she supposed to do this mission if they were mad at each other?
"Sorry." said Hermione. "It's been stressful, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
"I can tell. What's got you stressed out?" he asked.
"Well, of course N.E.W.T.S. is the main thing. And then afterwards. What will I do with my life? My dad believes that I should just come home and get a muggle diploma so I can get a "respectable muggle job" but that isn't what I want."
"Well, what do you want?"
"I just said I don't know, Ronald." said Hermione, slightly annoyed.
Ron decided that to kick things off, he needed to be bold. So, he walked over on the other side of the table and sat down on it.
"Sit up here with me." he said, smiling.
Hermione didn't see the point of what he was doing. However this would give her a chance to make a bit of a move. So she nodded, moved her parchment out of the way, took off her robe to lay down under her, and sat beside him on the table.
Ron's eyes instantly locked onto Hermione's smooth bronzed legs. They looked soft and inviting and thoughts of touching them popped into his mind.
"I'm up here, Ron." giggled Hermione, pointing to her face, taking him out of his thoughts.
"Shit, sorry." said Ron quickly. "I was just...I mean...is this a new dress?"
Hermione looked down at the dress and then back at Ron. "Actually its one of Rashida's dresses." said Hermione. "She lent it to me to wear today."
"It looks great on you." said Ron, trying not to say something stupid.
"Thank you. I felt like being pretty today."
"You're pretty everyday." said Ron, making not Hermione and himself blush.
"You're just saying that because you're my friend." said Hermione.
"I mean it. You're gorgeous actually. And if some bloke tries to say different I'll hex his nipplrs to his eyes."
"That's nasty Ronald." laughed Hermione. "Now why did you call me up here to sit on a table? To drool over my legs?"
Ron stopped laughing. "You do have wicked legs, but that's not why." he said, winking. He suddenly found that it was easier to flirt with Hermione than he thought. He could have kicked his own ass for not doing this much sooner.
"Remember in 5th year when I was so tired that one night after Quidditch practice and I hadn't studied for Snape's test? I laid my head on your lap and you read my notes to me?"
"Yeah. What does that have to do with-"
Ron got up on the table and laid down resting his head on Hermione's lap and handing her her parchment.
Hermione couldn't help but giggle. She tried to hold back the rush of emotions gat told her that she shouldn't even be allowing Ron to so this. However, she couldn't resist how cute he was being at the moment.
"I thought you were helping me " she giggled.
Ron looked up to her in mock pleading, his ceruleans wide
"Fine. I guess just this once." she said, silly grin plastered on her face.
She hated that she just gave into him like she did. She was supposed to be mad at him. She had planned on doing away with the silly paying back of his foolishness and telling him that she knew what he and the others were playing at, and that he wouldn't ever get that close to her.
But at that moment, with it just being him and her, she couldn't help but melt. What if she could possibly change his mind? Show him that she was more than just a shag. She decided to do just that and keep her mouth shut.
As he laid there listening to her read and smelling her warm vanilla sugar lotion that she said she got at a place that works with bodies and baths, he imagined doing this work her more often. If this is all they did, he would be content. Hang the bet, he was going to do what he wanted to do. There was more to life than getting into a girl's knickers.
Moments like this proved it.
