For everyone who had to go back to school today. *hands cup of tea and tucks up in cosy blanket* It’ll be half-term soon, promise. You can do it!
“I love you,” Ron breathed. Hermione trailed kisses down his neck and smirked as she felt him stifle a moan. “D-don’t do that!” he squeaked, pulling her down on top of him as they fell backwards onto her bed.
“That was convincing,” she said, around kisses.
Ron wound his fingers into the fabric of her blouse, pulling it up ever so slightly. The sliver of skin it exposed was more tempting than any meal he’d ever eaten. He ran his forefinger from one side of her back to the other and grinned as she let slip a low groan. “I’m just saying,” he said, doing it again and delighting in the goosebumps that sprung up where his finger had been seconds before, “we shouldn’t start what we can’t stop.”
“Silencing charms,” Hermione said, already three steps ahead of him as usual and unbuckling his belt buckle. “We can charm the door to—”
But what exactly they could charm the door to do Ron never found out, because Richard Granger’s carefully measured tones interrupted his daughter mid-sentence, pretty effectively killing the mood. “Hermione? I think Ron should be going now—it’s getting late, and you’ve got an early start tomorrow!”
SO CUTE!
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