HootieMcBoobs
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Ron was watching her look at him, a knowing grin on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.
Well, Hermione Granger didn't like losing at anything. Ron may have had the element of surprise, it was true, but now that she'd had a chance to catch her breath, he was about to learn that two could play this game. Thought he would tease her, did he? Well, Ron Weasley was about to get a master class in frustration.
She pulled her shirt over her head and unceremoniously tossed it to one side.
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- Part 3 of Hours and Hours
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Hermione is still tired.
It had been two weeks since he had followed her into the woods, two weeks since he had dropped between her legs and given her the most incredible orgasm of her life, a memory that still sent a delicious, lazy shiver down her spine.
Most pressingly, though, it had been two weeks since she'd told him she would reciprocate, but she had yet to find the chance.
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- Part 2 of Hours and Hours
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A poisonous berry. A preposterous cure.
An endless battle for the upper hand.
~~~She raced through the castle, never slowing even though her lungs ached, the sentence Madam Pomfrey hadn't finished echoing in her head.
Life and death. Life and death. Life and death.
Ron was sitting on an infirmary bed beside McGonagall. When Hermione pulled up beside him, he blushed a furious red but otherwise looking absolutely, completely fine.
Baffled, Hermione looked between him and Professor McGonagall, wheezing as she tried to regain her breath.
“Thank you for coming, Miss Granger,” Professor McGonagall said. “Mister Weasley needs your assistance - ”
“No, forget it,” Ron said suddenly, jumping to his feet. “No, I'd rather die.”
“Mister Weasley, sit down!” McGonagall thundered and Ron immediately dropped back onto the bed.
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A poisonous berry. A preposterous cure.
A decidedly unscientific result.
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“No, no wait,” Hermione said suddenly, jumping to her feet. “No, forget it. I can't - ” She'd rather die. That was all there was to it.“Miss Granger, sit down!” McGonagall barked and Hermione immediately dropped back into her chair.
“As I was saying,” McGonagall went on, “the only cure is copulation with a pureblood wizard.”
“What?” Ron said, frowning.
“Copulation, Mister Weasley,” said McGonagall patiently. “Intercourse.”
“So...” Ron said, looking between Hermione and McGonagall, “so... we have to... shag?”
Hermione buried her face in her hands, wishing for all the world that she knew a spell that would open up a giant pit in the earth that would swallow her whole.
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Hermione needs a break.
Although she was certain that the other two were doing it too – Harry wasn't nearly as good at silencing spells as he seemed to think – if they ever caught her, she thought she would quite literally die of embarrassment.
And Hermione Granger was not the kind of person to misuse the word “literally.”
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- Part 1 of Hours and Hours
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