And another. "Unfair Question," PG
Title: Unfair Question
Rating: PG?
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Words: 425
A/N: This is letmypidgeonsgo's fault. She wanted post-DH R/Hr. I couldn't make smut, quite, but I could make a little bit of cute...
Unfair Question
One kiss does not a relationship make.
Ron knows this; else Harry would be locked into a damp intellectual life with Cho, and he'd be in Lavender's bed right now.
He shudders.
But seriously.
He wants the relationship this time, didn't start it by accident, but now? He has no bloody clue how to proceed.
Probably the house elf thing will only work once.
…Actually, come to it, maybe he did start this one by accident, too.
That damn book is no help at all.
He wonders whether Harry's having any better luck.
In any case, here they are, and they're both stuffy-headed from the funeral, and it's not that he wants to cheapen anything, but, well, it seems a good time for comfort sex.
Except he isn't so sure that's a good way to go about it the first time, because, well, it would certainly improve his mood, but then he'd probably fuck it up because he's not exactly smooth about these things, is he? And that would only make today worse.
Hermione stirs against him and looks up. "What are you thinking about?"
"Sex. Shit. Um. All right, it's not fair to ask that, because honestly, eighteen year old boys are always thinking about it, all the time, and there was kissing, and that only makes it more all the time, and I didn't mean anything. Anything bad. Which isn't to say I don't want to. But I also don't want to give the impression… all right, seriously, that question is just inherently unfair."
Hermione sits up and shifts around so she's facing him on the bed, bent knees against his hip, both feet pointing away from him. "Sex?" She's blushing.
"That's all you got out of all that?"
"It was the first thing you said. I got sidetracked."
Ron considers this a moment. "I sidetracked you with sex?"
She crosses her arms over her chest. "Not like that."
He shakes his head. "Yeah, I noticed. Still. Really, if you want, I can give it a try."
"A try? Didn't your book--"
"My book is bollocks. Utterly and completely written for and by idiots."
"What, then, do you propose to do?"
He grins. "Experiment. I'm going to need a study partner."
Her smirk manages dirtiness and primness at once. "I never thought I hear you volunteering to study."
"And do homework. Every day. Honest." He pulls her back toward him in the crook of his arm. "But not today."
She settles against him again.
He draws in a breath. "Unless you're in a hurry."
Rating: PG?
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Words: 425
A/N: This is letmypidgeonsgo's fault. She wanted post-DH R/Hr. I couldn't make smut, quite, but I could make a little bit of cute...
Unfair Question
One kiss does not a relationship make.
Ron knows this; else Harry would be locked into a damp intellectual life with Cho, and he'd be in Lavender's bed right now.
He shudders.
But seriously.
He wants the relationship this time, didn't start it by accident, but now? He has no bloody clue how to proceed.
Probably the house elf thing will only work once.
…Actually, come to it, maybe he did start this one by accident, too.
That damn book is no help at all.
He wonders whether Harry's having any better luck.
In any case, here they are, and they're both stuffy-headed from the funeral, and it's not that he wants to cheapen anything, but, well, it seems a good time for comfort sex.
Except he isn't so sure that's a good way to go about it the first time, because, well, it would certainly improve his mood, but then he'd probably fuck it up because he's not exactly smooth about these things, is he? And that would only make today worse.
Hermione stirs against him and looks up. "What are you thinking about?"
"Sex. Shit. Um. All right, it's not fair to ask that, because honestly, eighteen year old boys are always thinking about it, all the time, and there was kissing, and that only makes it more all the time, and I didn't mean anything. Anything bad. Which isn't to say I don't want to. But I also don't want to give the impression… all right, seriously, that question is just inherently unfair."
Hermione sits up and shifts around so she's facing him on the bed, bent knees against his hip, both feet pointing away from him. "Sex?" She's blushing.
"That's all you got out of all that?"
"It was the first thing you said. I got sidetracked."
Ron considers this a moment. "I sidetracked you with sex?"
She crosses her arms over her chest. "Not like that."
He shakes his head. "Yeah, I noticed. Still. Really, if you want, I can give it a try."
"A try? Didn't your book--"
"My book is bollocks. Utterly and completely written for and by idiots."
"What, then, do you propose to do?"
He grins. "Experiment. I'm going to need a study partner."
Her smirk manages dirtiness and primness at once. "I never thought I hear you volunteering to study."
"And do homework. Every day. Honest." He pulls her back toward him in the crook of his arm. "But not today."
She settles against him again.
He draws in a breath. "Unless you're in a hurry."