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ficsbydeenasTitle: Why Ron Weasley Got the Better End of the Deal
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Summary: Hermione has one side-effect of her cycle that Ron really is pleased with.
Note: So many of you asked to find out what happened to Hermione when she has her period, that I just couldn't NOT do it. There is also another shout out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oncelikeshari that you could also miss if you don't pay attention.
Why Ron Weasley Got the Better End of the Deal
Ron Weasley rolled over in his bed and felt cold sheets where there was usually the warm body of Hermione Granger.
Three weeks ago, Ron and his sister, Ginny, had switched roommates, so to speak. Ron moved out of Harry's house at Grimmauld Place and moved into the flat Ginny shared with Hermione. It was for the best, really, since Ron stayed at the flat more often than not ever since Harry and Ginny got engaged. Ron didn't mind, actually. He had only been at the house a few times when Ginny had stayed over, and the thought of being in the same place where his sister was having sex, just didn't have the nice, warm, welcoming feeling he usually experienced when he was at home.
Ron looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was still rather early. With a groan, he rolled to his right and sat up before walking out of the room. A clatter in the direction of the kitchen drew his attention and he followed the sound.
"Oh bugger!"
Ron nearly choked at the sound of his girlfriend swearing and knew from experience that either Hermione was deeply involved in a problem for work or she was being visited by her Aunt Flo.
Ron's money was on Aunt Flo.
A cupboard slammed and Ron made his way into the kitchen to find her standing over the cooker, stirring a cauldron.
"Hey, there, lover," he said to her from behind.
At his words, she jumped and spun around, raising her spoon as a weapon. Ron took a step backwards at the sight of her crazed look and raised his hands.
"It's just me, Hermione."
"Oh…sorry, Ron." She kissed him quickly on the cheek and turned her attention back to the cooking cauldron.
"Whatcha makin'?" He peered over her shoulder and tried to decipher from the ingredients what sort of potion she was making. Liquorice, yellow dock root, centaury, artichoke leaf…nothing he recognized, that was for sure.
"Oh, my monthly came this morning—"
"Please, don't say any more! I don't need to know that shit!" Ron shook his head in disgust. "Ginny turns into a banshee if she doesn't have that smelly crap."
"Well, Harry should be finding out soon enough," she said casually as she stirred the pot.
"Why would you be tellin' Harry you're on the rag?"
Hermione gave a little snort. "No, silly! Ginny!"
"Why would Ginny tell him you're on the rag?" Things sure took a confusing turn since he'd got up. Ron thought of going back to bed and starting the day all over again in a few hours.
"No!" she half-giggled, half-barked at him. "Ginny'll be having hers, too. Our cycles synchronized while we lived together."
"Why does that sound so scary?" he asked warily as he walked around her to grab a cup of coffee. When Hermione didn't answer, he took a chance and said what he thought she meant, "So, uh, does that mean that Ginny is…er, well…" He just couldn't handle the thought.
"Yes, Ron. Ginny and I have our periods at the same time."
"I told you I didn't wanna hear that!" He had to set the coffee pot down before he poured, so as not to spill the hot liquid all over the place, since his hands were now shaking terribly.
"Here, let me get that for you." She turned and poured his coffee for him before patting him on the bum playfully. Hermione reached for the pot and poured Ron his coffee and one for herself too.
"So, er, this potion, what does it do? Why do you need it? You don't get all stroppy and turn into a banshee like Ginny does," Ron stated before a wave of panic came over him. "Do you?"
In answer, she gave him another swat on the bum. "No! Remember…I get bloated and cramps, and sometimes—"
"Stop! Sorry I asked," Ron interrupted as Hermione laughed at him and returned to her potion.
He watched as she added more chopped herbs and return to her stirring. "Ginny makes a completely different potion than I do. Hers has a lot for irritability and hormone balancing."
"When did you stop knowing what the phrase 'Don't tell me' means?" Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes at her. "I think your period affects your brain more than anything, love," Ron stated and moved to give her a peck on the cheek.
"Ron! That's perhaps the meanest thing you've EVER said to me!" Hermione's eyes welled with tears and she ran out of the kitchen, down the hallway and into their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Left standing in the kitchen and holding his cup of coffee, Ron went over the details of the last ten seconds and tried to figure out what went wrong. He was joking, for Merlin's sake! How could she take that seriously?
As he contemplated her outburst, Ron glanced over to the cauldron left bubbling on the cooker. Taking a step toward it, he peered inside at the potion. He lifted the spoon and gave it a little stir and watched the colours swirl from a pearlescent blue to a deep purple which began to bubble furiously. The mixture thickened and began spattering the wall behind the cooker.
"Uh…Hermione?" Ron bent his head forward to look closely and the now grey substance that resembled thickening cement. "Hey…Hermione, I think there's something wro—"
SPLOOTCH!
The potion exploded onto Ron's face, shoulders and torso, covering him in a vile smelling substance that tasted a bit like mustard-covered peanut butter. With the back of his hand, he wiped the sludge off his eyes and turned on his heel to march back to the bedroom. He turned the doorknob and found it locked.
"Hermione…hey, your…er, potion exploded, love," Ron whispered into the door, not knowing what reaction he'd get from her.
The door of the room swung open violently and Hermione stood before him, tears staining her face and her eyes puffy. Her hand swiped her nose and she began to speak.
"I really…don't ap-preciate you saying that—that I'm stupid…" She stopped to sniff. "An…and then you really ha—have no idea what I'm going through…You laugh at m-me and…"
"Hermione…I'm—"
"Don't you dare interrupt me! You m-make my potion explode…and then…then you sh-show up here thinking you can…that you can just sweet talk your w-way back…"
Before she could finish, Ron pulled her into his arms and thanked whatever divine ruler there was that she stopped blubbering. An upset Hermione he could handle. Fighting with her was foreplay to some awesome, hot sex. But a crying Hermione is not something he experienced all that much. They stood there like that for who knew how long, Hermione blubbering incoherently while Ron rocked her back and forth while he stroked her hair. When she finally stopped, he pulled back and tried to hide a little smirk.
"What? What's the m-matter now?" Her bottom lip began to quiver.
"Oh, love…" He kissed her hair. "You've got that blasted potion all over your cheek!"
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Ron stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist, his hair dripping down his back as he darted across the hall to the bedroom to pull on some clothes. Hermione had shouted at him that Harry was on a Floo call.
With his hair still dripping wet and wearing an old t-shirt and an old pair of sweatpants, Ron grumpily walked into the sitting room and plopped onto the floor in front of the fireplace.
"Harry, what's the matter?" Ron couldn't help but notice the irritation in his own voice.
"Is this a bad time? I mean, you looked like you just got out of the shower."
Ron rolled his eyes at his friend and said, "Brilliant deduction, Potter! You're lucky I got the shampoo out of my hair."
At this point, Ron noticed something he hadn't before. Harry was wearing pink. A striped-pink shirt, to be precise. Ron wondered when Harry bought that particular shirt and when he started fancying the feminine colour.
"You have practice today. Why'd you shower if you had practice?"
What Harry was saying was true, of course. As a professional Quidditch player, Ron got sweaty for a living, and it was pointless to get all cleaned up before going into practice. But Hermione's potion changed all that.
"Uh, well…Hermione's potion exploded all over me," he told Harry, smiling a bit. After he settled her down, they had a nice little snog on the bed and she even gave him one of her amazing blow jobs. The remnants of the potion were smeared all over the bed covers, but it was a very rewarding tryst.
"Hey! Speaking of potions, Ginny needs some stuff for her, uh…monthly potion. Can you bring some over?"
Realization flashed across Ron's mind. Harry was in the same boat he was, apparently. If memory served him correctly, Harry was in for one helluva bumpy ride. When he and Ginny lived at home during her time of the month, he avoided his sister at all costs. Even seeing her 'products' made him feel nauseas. But with Hermione, he just had to be careful of what he said around her. She got emotional, as testified by her earlier actions, and got extremely randy. Even though actual sex was out of the question, she gave the best head during these five days.
But he couldn't let Harry know that he had some benefits during this time. That would be cruel and unusual punishment, much like keeping Harry celibate for a year longer than his sister wanted.
"No way in bloody hell am I sneaking Hermione's stuff over there. She's got her own…problems…to deal with," Ron muttered from the Floo.
"You mean…she's got her…too?"
Ron nearly laughed when he saw Harry's face—a mixture of fear, disgust and shock. It really was funny…
"Fuck yeah! Hermione informed me that they've 'synchronised their cycles' since they began living together. Don't you remember--"
"Oh bloody hell! Don't remind me."
Ron knew that Harry was remembering their experiences with Hermione while they were out looking for Horcruxes. Once, Hermione made them drop whatever the hell they were doing and buy her a certain Muggle pain reliever since she couldn't brew her potion.
Harry looked about ready to throw something at him and Ron decided to leave his friend to handle Ginny alone.
"Oh by the way, Harry, you look good in pink!" Ron shouted with a smirk and closed the connection himself.
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Ron appeared in the kitchen of the flat and looked around for Hermione. His practice had ended earlier than normal and he was sure she would be home by now. A familiar aroma greeted him as he stepped toward the cooker and opened the oven door.
Hermione made baked aubergine and parmesan. Yummy.
"She must be in a much better mood," Ron said to the empty kitchen.
He made his way toward the bedroom to drop off his Quidditch gear but stopped outside the bathroom. Someone was crying.
"Hermione?"
Ron nudged the door open and found her lying in the tub, the bubbles having already disappeared. She'd been sitting there a long time.
"Hey, what's the matter, love?" He sat on the edge of the tub and pushed back her sopping wet hair. Her mascara had run and she looked as if she'd cried out every last tear she had.
"It was work…and they…and then…because…and then all that extra stuff…and I was given an extra assignment. You—you were in-insolent thi-this m-m-morning…"
"Ah, Hermione, love, come here…" Ron soothed. He pulled her up from under her arms and into his waiting ones and onto his lap. Despite how wet she was, he held her close to him and kissed her dripping hair. "This can't just be from your…thingy."
Ron Weasley wasn't always the most sensitive of blokes, but he knew his Hermione. His Hermione was self-assured and confident. His Hermione pointed things out to him, when he was the one being thick-headed and a dunderhead. His Hermione was always in control.
But this one, this once-a-month Hermione, became everything feminine she hated. She became clingy and emotional, prone to fits of hysteria and bouts of crying. This was the Hermione he needed to cuddle and treat like a porcelain doll. This Hermione made him feel more masculine than he ever had.
Without a word from her, Ron carried her naked, wet body to the bedroom and wrapped her dressing gown around her shoulders, helping her put her arms inside. He set about tying the sash and then sat down on the bed next to her with his arm around her.
"Now tell me what happened at work today to make you feel this way. You weren't making any sense in the bathroom," Ron said reassuringly.
Hermione went on to tell him that her supervisor went on a tirade that afternoon and fired three people in the department and loaded her with their projects. She wasn't sure she'd be able to handle the extra assignments and didn't want to turn them down because she knew that the supervisor was counting on her. She also told him that the potion she took this morning was only half as effective as normal because she'd used the last of her burdock root in the one that exploded, rendering the last batch virtually useless against her symptoms.
"Is that all? Here I thought—"
Ron never finished his thought as Hermione launched herself onto him and kissed him, taking his breathe away, but mostly from surprise. She kissed him so hard that they fell back onto the bed with her straddling him.
"You…are…such…a…brilliant…man," Hermione said between kisses to his eyes, cheeks and lips. "Do…you…want…another—"
Ron stopped her words with a searing kiss and flipped her over onto her back, hovering above her, teasing her with his lips.
"Bloody hell, Hermione! What's got into you?" He nibbled her earlobe and licked her ear. "Stop teasing me…we can't do anything…"
She pushed him away and looked at him with a pouty expression. He hated that look. It always made his resolve crumble. It was especially fatal if she added…
Oh hell…there she goes!
Be strong, Weasley…You helped take down Voldemort—you can resist this…
Blast it! She did it again!
Ron looked down at her and watched with wary eyes as she ran her fingers down his bicep, toward his elbow and then finally to a dark brown mole on his forearm. He felt his stomach twitter as she leaned down and kissed that one dark spot on his fair skin.
"Oh fuck, go for it!"
She pushed him back and set about her task.
Ron couldn't help but think that, compared to Harry dealing with that banshee he called a sister, he got the better end of this roommate deal.
End Note: Now, I know that this didn't really have the ups and downs that Ginny had, but I think Hermione would have a different sort of cycle. If you've read That Dark Place, you will understand a bit more how Hermione got to that point by reading this.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Summary: Hermione has one side-effect of her cycle that Ron really is pleased with.
Note: So many of you asked to find out what happened to Hermione when she has her period, that I just couldn't NOT do it. There is also another shout out to
oncelikeshari that you could also miss if you don't pay attention.Ron Weasley rolled over in his bed and felt cold sheets where there was usually the warm body of Hermione Granger.
Three weeks ago, Ron and his sister, Ginny, had switched roommates, so to speak. Ron moved out of Harry's house at Grimmauld Place and moved into the flat Ginny shared with Hermione. It was for the best, really, since Ron stayed at the flat more often than not ever since Harry and Ginny got engaged. Ron didn't mind, actually. He had only been at the house a few times when Ginny had stayed over, and the thought of being in the same place where his sister was having sex, just didn't have the nice, warm, welcoming feeling he usually experienced when he was at home.
Ron looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was still rather early. With a groan, he rolled to his right and sat up before walking out of the room. A clatter in the direction of the kitchen drew his attention and he followed the sound.
"Oh bugger!"
Ron nearly choked at the sound of his girlfriend swearing and knew from experience that either Hermione was deeply involved in a problem for work or she was being visited by her Aunt Flo.
Ron's money was on Aunt Flo.
A cupboard slammed and Ron made his way into the kitchen to find her standing over the cooker, stirring a cauldron.
"Hey, there, lover," he said to her from behind.
At his words, she jumped and spun around, raising her spoon as a weapon. Ron took a step backwards at the sight of her crazed look and raised his hands.
"It's just me, Hermione."
"Oh…sorry, Ron." She kissed him quickly on the cheek and turned her attention back to the cooking cauldron.
"Whatcha makin'?" He peered over her shoulder and tried to decipher from the ingredients what sort of potion she was making. Liquorice, yellow dock root, centaury, artichoke leaf…nothing he recognized, that was for sure.
"Oh, my monthly came this morning—"
"Please, don't say any more! I don't need to know that shit!" Ron shook his head in disgust. "Ginny turns into a banshee if she doesn't have that smelly crap."
"Well, Harry should be finding out soon enough," she said casually as she stirred the pot.
"Why would you be tellin' Harry you're on the rag?"
Hermione gave a little snort. "No, silly! Ginny!"
"Why would Ginny tell him you're on the rag?" Things sure took a confusing turn since he'd got up. Ron thought of going back to bed and starting the day all over again in a few hours.
"No!" she half-giggled, half-barked at him. "Ginny'll be having hers, too. Our cycles synchronized while we lived together."
"Why does that sound so scary?" he asked warily as he walked around her to grab a cup of coffee. When Hermione didn't answer, he took a chance and said what he thought she meant, "So, uh, does that mean that Ginny is…er, well…" He just couldn't handle the thought.
"Yes, Ron. Ginny and I have our periods at the same time."
"I told you I didn't wanna hear that!" He had to set the coffee pot down before he poured, so as not to spill the hot liquid all over the place, since his hands were now shaking terribly.
"Here, let me get that for you." She turned and poured his coffee for him before patting him on the bum playfully. Hermione reached for the pot and poured Ron his coffee and one for herself too.
"So, er, this potion, what does it do? Why do you need it? You don't get all stroppy and turn into a banshee like Ginny does," Ron stated before a wave of panic came over him. "Do you?"
In answer, she gave him another swat on the bum. "No! Remember…I get bloated and cramps, and sometimes—"
"Stop! Sorry I asked," Ron interrupted as Hermione laughed at him and returned to her potion.
He watched as she added more chopped herbs and return to her stirring. "Ginny makes a completely different potion than I do. Hers has a lot for irritability and hormone balancing."
"When did you stop knowing what the phrase 'Don't tell me' means?" Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes at her. "I think your period affects your brain more than anything, love," Ron stated and moved to give her a peck on the cheek.
"Ron! That's perhaps the meanest thing you've EVER said to me!" Hermione's eyes welled with tears and she ran out of the kitchen, down the hallway and into their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Left standing in the kitchen and holding his cup of coffee, Ron went over the details of the last ten seconds and tried to figure out what went wrong. He was joking, for Merlin's sake! How could she take that seriously?
As he contemplated her outburst, Ron glanced over to the cauldron left bubbling on the cooker. Taking a step toward it, he peered inside at the potion. He lifted the spoon and gave it a little stir and watched the colours swirl from a pearlescent blue to a deep purple which began to bubble furiously. The mixture thickened and began spattering the wall behind the cooker.
"Uh…Hermione?" Ron bent his head forward to look closely and the now grey substance that resembled thickening cement. "Hey…Hermione, I think there's something wro—"
SPLOOTCH!
The potion exploded onto Ron's face, shoulders and torso, covering him in a vile smelling substance that tasted a bit like mustard-covered peanut butter. With the back of his hand, he wiped the sludge off his eyes and turned on his heel to march back to the bedroom. He turned the doorknob and found it locked.
"Hermione…hey, your…er, potion exploded, love," Ron whispered into the door, not knowing what reaction he'd get from her.
The door of the room swung open violently and Hermione stood before him, tears staining her face and her eyes puffy. Her hand swiped her nose and she began to speak.
"I really…don't ap-preciate you saying that—that I'm stupid…" She stopped to sniff. "An…and then you really ha—have no idea what I'm going through…You laugh at m-me and…"
"Hermione…I'm—"
"Don't you dare interrupt me! You m-make my potion explode…and then…then you sh-show up here thinking you can…that you can just sweet talk your w-way back…"
Before she could finish, Ron pulled her into his arms and thanked whatever divine ruler there was that she stopped blubbering. An upset Hermione he could handle. Fighting with her was foreplay to some awesome, hot sex. But a crying Hermione is not something he experienced all that much. They stood there like that for who knew how long, Hermione blubbering incoherently while Ron rocked her back and forth while he stroked her hair. When she finally stopped, he pulled back and tried to hide a little smirk.
"What? What's the m-matter now?" Her bottom lip began to quiver.
"Oh, love…" He kissed her hair. "You've got that blasted potion all over your cheek!"
Ron stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist, his hair dripping down his back as he darted across the hall to the bedroom to pull on some clothes. Hermione had shouted at him that Harry was on a Floo call.
With his hair still dripping wet and wearing an old t-shirt and an old pair of sweatpants, Ron grumpily walked into the sitting room and plopped onto the floor in front of the fireplace.
"Harry, what's the matter?" Ron couldn't help but notice the irritation in his own voice.
"Is this a bad time? I mean, you looked like you just got out of the shower."
Ron rolled his eyes at his friend and said, "Brilliant deduction, Potter! You're lucky I got the shampoo out of my hair."
At this point, Ron noticed something he hadn't before. Harry was wearing pink. A striped-pink shirt, to be precise. Ron wondered when Harry bought that particular shirt and when he started fancying the feminine colour.
"You have practice today. Why'd you shower if you had practice?"
What Harry was saying was true, of course. As a professional Quidditch player, Ron got sweaty for a living, and it was pointless to get all cleaned up before going into practice. But Hermione's potion changed all that.
"Uh, well…Hermione's potion exploded all over me," he told Harry, smiling a bit. After he settled her down, they had a nice little snog on the bed and she even gave him one of her amazing blow jobs. The remnants of the potion were smeared all over the bed covers, but it was a very rewarding tryst.
"Hey! Speaking of potions, Ginny needs some stuff for her, uh…monthly potion. Can you bring some over?"
Realization flashed across Ron's mind. Harry was in the same boat he was, apparently. If memory served him correctly, Harry was in for one helluva bumpy ride. When he and Ginny lived at home during her time of the month, he avoided his sister at all costs. Even seeing her 'products' made him feel nauseas. But with Hermione, he just had to be careful of what he said around her. She got emotional, as testified by her earlier actions, and got extremely randy. Even though actual sex was out of the question, she gave the best head during these five days.
But he couldn't let Harry know that he had some benefits during this time. That would be cruel and unusual punishment, much like keeping Harry celibate for a year longer than his sister wanted.
"No way in bloody hell am I sneaking Hermione's stuff over there. She's got her own…problems…to deal with," Ron muttered from the Floo.
"You mean…she's got her…too?"
Ron nearly laughed when he saw Harry's face—a mixture of fear, disgust and shock. It really was funny…
"Fuck yeah! Hermione informed me that they've 'synchronised their cycles' since they began living together. Don't you remember--"
"Oh bloody hell! Don't remind me."
Ron knew that Harry was remembering their experiences with Hermione while they were out looking for Horcruxes. Once, Hermione made them drop whatever the hell they were doing and buy her a certain Muggle pain reliever since she couldn't brew her potion.
Harry looked about ready to throw something at him and Ron decided to leave his friend to handle Ginny alone.
"Oh by the way, Harry, you look good in pink!" Ron shouted with a smirk and closed the connection himself.
Ron appeared in the kitchen of the flat and looked around for Hermione. His practice had ended earlier than normal and he was sure she would be home by now. A familiar aroma greeted him as he stepped toward the cooker and opened the oven door.
Hermione made baked aubergine and parmesan. Yummy.
"She must be in a much better mood," Ron said to the empty kitchen.
He made his way toward the bedroom to drop off his Quidditch gear but stopped outside the bathroom. Someone was crying.
"Hermione?"
Ron nudged the door open and found her lying in the tub, the bubbles having already disappeared. She'd been sitting there a long time.
"Hey, what's the matter, love?" He sat on the edge of the tub and pushed back her sopping wet hair. Her mascara had run and she looked as if she'd cried out every last tear she had.
"It was work…and they…and then…because…and then all that extra stuff…and I was given an extra assignment. You—you were in-insolent thi-this m-m-morning…"
"Ah, Hermione, love, come here…" Ron soothed. He pulled her up from under her arms and into his waiting ones and onto his lap. Despite how wet she was, he held her close to him and kissed her dripping hair. "This can't just be from your…thingy."
Ron Weasley wasn't always the most sensitive of blokes, but he knew his Hermione. His Hermione was self-assured and confident. His Hermione pointed things out to him, when he was the one being thick-headed and a dunderhead. His Hermione was always in control.
But this one, this once-a-month Hermione, became everything feminine she hated. She became clingy and emotional, prone to fits of hysteria and bouts of crying. This was the Hermione he needed to cuddle and treat like a porcelain doll. This Hermione made him feel more masculine than he ever had.
Without a word from her, Ron carried her naked, wet body to the bedroom and wrapped her dressing gown around her shoulders, helping her put her arms inside. He set about tying the sash and then sat down on the bed next to her with his arm around her.
"Now tell me what happened at work today to make you feel this way. You weren't making any sense in the bathroom," Ron said reassuringly.
Hermione went on to tell him that her supervisor went on a tirade that afternoon and fired three people in the department and loaded her with their projects. She wasn't sure she'd be able to handle the extra assignments and didn't want to turn them down because she knew that the supervisor was counting on her. She also told him that the potion she took this morning was only half as effective as normal because she'd used the last of her burdock root in the one that exploded, rendering the last batch virtually useless against her symptoms.
"Is that all? Here I thought—"
Ron never finished his thought as Hermione launched herself onto him and kissed him, taking his breathe away, but mostly from surprise. She kissed him so hard that they fell back onto the bed with her straddling him.
"You…are…such…a…brilliant…man," Hermione said between kisses to his eyes, cheeks and lips. "Do…you…want…another—"
Ron stopped her words with a searing kiss and flipped her over onto her back, hovering above her, teasing her with his lips.
"Bloody hell, Hermione! What's got into you?" He nibbled her earlobe and licked her ear. "Stop teasing me…we can't do anything…"
She pushed him away and looked at him with a pouty expression. He hated that look. It always made his resolve crumble. It was especially fatal if she added…
Oh hell…there she goes!
Be strong, Weasley…You helped take down Voldemort—you can resist this…
Blast it! She did it again!
Ron looked down at her and watched with wary eyes as she ran her fingers down his bicep, toward his elbow and then finally to a dark brown mole on his forearm. He felt his stomach twitter as she leaned down and kissed that one dark spot on his fair skin.
"Oh fuck, go for it!"
She pushed him back and set about her task.
Ron couldn't help but think that, compared to Harry dealing with that banshee he called a sister, he got the better end of this roommate deal.
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End Note: Now, I know that this didn't really have the ups and downs that Ginny had, but I think Hermione would have a different sort of cycle. If you've read That Dark Place, you will understand a bit more how Hermione got to that point by reading this.
