"Yeah, you know. Exercise." Ron said.

I watched him treading water, his shoulders breaking the surface. It occurred to me that I ought to say something but all I could think was that I wanted to trace my tongue from each one of his freckles to the next; starting at his shoulders and slowly working my way down to –

"Everything ok, Hermione?" His voice broke the silence, shaking me back into the present moment and out of my fantasy.

"Oh, yes. Everything's fine. Harry's just, you know."

"Acting like a specky twonk?" He offered.

He loved Harry as much as I did but his mood lately, especially while he was wearing the Horcrux made him entirely disagreeable and difficult to be around.

I walked closer to the water's edge and I thought I saw a flash of fear on Ron's face. I toed off my trainer and tested the temperature of the water with my foot.

"Oh, that is much warmer than I expected. I think I'll join you." Before he could answer me, I turned towards the trees again. I selected a rather wide one and went behind it. I almost had the shirt up over my head when I realized I wasn't wearing a bra underneath it.

I pulled the shirt back down again and puzzled. Clearly, I wasn't about to walk over to the water topless. I didn't want to trek all the way back to the tent for a bra, either. I momentarily thought about just stripping off and telling Ron to turn around until I was in the water. I wanted him to see me. I wanted to see him. Snatchers could catch us at any time; I shuddered to think about what they'd do to us. I didn't want to die a virgin, that's for sure.

I heard the rhythmic splashing of water that told me Ron was swimming laps. I pulled the shirt over my head and pressed my bare back against the tree. The rough bark against my skin pinched quite a bit but it didn't exactly hurt. A small breeze blew across my body, my nipples sprang to life and I was covered in gooseflesh. For whatever reason such things happen, I started to remember something that happened at school in 6th Year.

I clapped my hand over my mouth to stifle the moaning. Ron's tongue circled my most sensitive spot as he pushed his fingers deep into me. I arched my back into the pillow as I felt his lips close over my clit and he sucked on it. I squeezed my right nipple and felt electric jolts down my entire body.

"Cum, Hermione. Cum for me." He grunted as he increased the speed of his thrusting fingers.

My stomach muscles contracted as the orgasm hit and I felt my pussy clamp around his fingers. I turned my head and moaned loudly into the pillow. Again and again I came; my chest heaving and legs shaking. As the waves of lust settled around me, I flopped down limp on the bed, trying not to disturb the closed curtains. I giggled quietly and brushed my wild mess of hair back with my hands. My fantasy faded away as my heartbeat slowed down. I found myself alone in my dormitory.

All of my schoolbooks lay open on the bed near my feet. I had tried to study but thoughts of that redheaded boy stinking of sweat from Quidditch practice wouldn't leave my mind. I'd watched him enter the Common Room laughing loudly with Harry and the others. He tossed his equipment in a heap on the floor making two Second Years jump out of the way. I was just to the point of telling him off for making a mess when he leaned forward and yanked his shirt over his head. The sight of his bare chest dotted all over with cinnamon colored freckles and a line of dark hair running from his navel down into his track suit pants made me temporarily paralyzed. I was truly struck deaf and dumb but I was thankful I could still see.

Ron wadded up his shirt and wiped his brow, shaking his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He proceeded to casually wipe the perspiration from his chest as he and Harry continued to talk. It was as if time slowed down as I watched him. His eyes twinkled blue when Harry made him laugh again. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and he lifted his chin at me in a friendly hello. I watched his lopsided grin spread across his face as he looked at me and it appeared as if he was about to speak when Harry waved him over to pick up his stuff.

"Dammit Harry, if I don't mind the mess, why the hell do you?" I thought to myself. I cleared my throat and tried to go back to reading. The boys walked by, headed towards the showers.

"I'll need a long shower after that, that's for fucking sure." I heard Ron say. I moaned out loud.

"Hey, Mione? Hermione? Earth to Hermione?" He teased. I shook my head and saw him standing there, pulling his trainers and socks off.

"Save me some pudding at dinner, would you? I might be a bit late." He grinned at me again before he turned and followed Harry to the shower room without waiting for an answer.

Even while I tried to concentrate, I knew I needed to excuse myself to my room if I was ever going to be able to study.

I lay there gasping as my body continued to shudder. My fingers were glistening and wet. I bit my lip and slipped them into my mouth.

"Hermione?! Dinner! Are you coming?" Ginny's voice boomed around the dormitory.

I giggled softly again. I composed myself and went down to dinner. I must have been longer than I expected to be because the Great Hall was full and as I approached the Gryffindor table I saw Ron stuffing his face as usual. He shifted to his left and smiled.

"Saved your seat, sleepyhead." He said as I sat down.

"Thanks, Ron." I replied, sheepishly. I decided to allow him to believe I'd retreated to my room for a cat nap before we ate.

Dinner proceeded like any other night until dessert time. I made polite friendly conversation and tried to maintain my cool every time Ron shifted in his seat and our thighs made contact or when he reached his arm across me to grab something. He smelled so good. Whatever lotion or aftershave he wore, it made my olfactory senses rejoice.

Ron scooped a huge spoonful of chocolate pudding into his mouth and a smallish dollop remained at the corner of his mouth. He was talking and laughing with Harry about who-cares-what while I wondered how surprised he'd be if I leaned over and licked the pudding off his mouth. I always thought Ron's lips would taste like chocolate.

"You've got something there, Ron." I said and reached over with my fingers to wipe it off. I hadn't intended to do it, but I couldn't resist touching Ron with my fingers that might or might not still smell and taste like my pussy. Just as I touched him, Ron's tongue darted out of his mouth licking the pudding and my pointer finger at the same time.

I jumped back, slightly embarrassed. Ron locked eyes with me and we smiled shyly at each other.

"Erm - sorry Mione." Ron said wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

I turned and smiled into my bowl of strawberry ice cream. I knew I'd need another break before I'd ever be able to study again after dinner.

"Mione? Are you coming?"

I was suddenly aware of the tree bark against my skin.

I called out the only thing I could say ("Umm…") as I whipped the shirt back over my head.

"Well, I'm getting out. The air is changing, I'm cold."

I stayed put, hoping he didn't have a towel with him and I could maybe catch a glimpse of his bare arse as he walked by me.

"Accio towel!" I heard him shout confidently.

I cursed myself under my breath. Accio. How did I possibly forget I could have summoned a bathing suit or at least a tank top to swim in? Before I could figure an answer, I saw a white towel fly from the direction of our tent towards Ron. A few seconds later I heard him walking in my direction. He had the towel wrapped around his waist and had put his shirt back on. It rather looked like he was wearing a long skirt, which struck me funny.

He grinned at me. "I almost tried to Apparate back to the tent so you wouldn't see me starkers but I wanted to walk back with you. You know…just in case."

"Just in case." I repeated. It was then that I felt the chill in the air that he referred to. I shivered.

Ron smiled at my and slipped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side.

"Come on, let's go get warm." He said and we walked back to the tent together.