What You See Is What You Get...

Hermione stood stock still outside the bathroom in a trance, when along came Ginny up the stairs. "HERMIONE!!"

"Wha- What?" Shake out of it girl! She thought to herself.

"Is everything all right? You look..." Ginny took a closer look at her face. "Troubled. Or... something."

"Oh yes," she said. "Everything is great." Hermione's eyes glazed over at the thought of what just happened. Ginny just stared at her.

"Hermione."

"Ya-- Oh. Er... I guess I'm still tired. You know, all that girl talk last night." Hermione half faked a yawn and sprinted downstairs to get away from that awkward scene.

"Oh, good mo-" Mrs. Weasley checked her watch. "Erm, afternoon, Hermione dear! Would you like a spot of lunch before tea? I can whip up something quick if you'd like."

"Oh, no thanks Mrs. Weasley, I'll just wait for tea."

The next two weeks passed by rather quickly, Ron and Hermione blushing whenever they made eye contact, looking away at once. But Ron couldn't help thinking about what happened all the time. It seemed to go around his head in circles. While it was highly embarrassing, yes, he was quite... well let's see.. intrigued? No, that's not the word.. Flustered? no.. um.. OH! Aroused. Yes, that's it. Anyway, Ron was quite aroused by the whole experience, and he couldn't help but wonder what Hermione thought about her perspective of the event. And he also couldn't help but wonder what it would've been like if it was the other way around; if he would've walked in on Hermione naked.

But before he had too much time to contemplate this, well actually he had plenty of time, probably too much, Harry had arrived, and was talking non-stop about Luna Lovegood. The two had been owling back and forth all summer and decided that once school started, they'd start going steady. "Oh, holding hands and that junk, forgetting all about your best friend," Ron joked when Harry had told him this. They were talking in Ron's room after they got Harry's stuff put away for the rest of holiday.

"Oh, by the way," Harry said cautiously. "She mentioned that she might, perhaps, possibly, show up - here - some time. Soon." Harry started rubbing his scar in discomfort and nervousness. "So, er, just warning - telling you that. And I - I hope it's, er, not too much of a, ya know, a problem."

"Oh great - another female in the house. More rushing hormones. Thanks man." Ron answered, laughing. "It should be okay. Mum loves people visiting. Just don't let me find you snogging or anything."

-POP-

Harry laughed. "Okay, I'll try not to. I'm still a little afraid of kissing, ever since, you know, that whole fiasco with Cho. Ugh. That was horrible."

"Harry James Potter! I thought I told you to move on from that slut!" Luna yelled from behind him. Then she smiled widely and ran over to him to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Hello Ron, how're you? I just got my Apparating license! It's ever so convenient! Hope I wasn't interrupting on any serious male bonding time! Oh Harry! It's soo good to see your face! You smell wonderful! Are you wearing cologne?"

Ron just stared in amazement at how Harry could want to date someone like that. Talking a mile a minute, with mood swings like a nine-month pregnant woman. I guess she's different than Cho. And that's exactly what Harry needs.

"Er, Ron?" Luna had begun to wave her hand in front of his face.

"Yes?"

"Where should I take my things?" she asked him.

"I guess you could take them to Ginny's room." Luna stared at him blankly. Ron looked over at Harry, who was staring at Luna, with stars in his eyes and drool running down his chin. He looked back at Luna, who was still looking at him with her vague expression.

"Down two flights, second door on the left."

"Thanks! I'll let you two get back to your manly gossip now." And with another -POP- Luna was gone. A few moments later, a scream could be heard from below them, waking Harry out of his stupor.

"Harry, that was - gross," Ron said. "And there's still some spit on your chin."

"What? Oh." He wiped it off quickly, his face blushing. "Yeah well I'm sorry. But Luna, she understands me, like no girl ever has. You don't know her like I do. She's --"

"Supposed to be great in the sack?" Ron finished for him. "Snap out of it old chap! You sound like a woman! Anyway, I have to tell you something. Hermione got here a couple of weeks ago and, well, something - happened."

Just then, Hermione burst in the room, and shouted, "HARRY!! When did LUNA get here?! I didn't know she was coming! And besides, hasn't she ever heard of KNOCKING?! I was changing in Ginny's room and all of a sudden -POP- there she is!!" But it was no use - both guys were now beyond the capabilities of listening. Today, Hermione's shirt definitely screamed, not hinted 'I have boobs!'. This enough was a pleasant shock for Harry, and even more so for Ron because he was picturing things and wishing he had been in Luna's position.

"GUYS?! HE-LLOOO!!" Suddenly Hermione felt very self-conscious. She realized her shirt was really tight today, and immediately understood why Ron and Harry looked like a cow might at the sight of an oncoming train. "Er- I guess it's not a huge deal. I'll just... leave you guys alone." She quickly turned and ran back to her trunk to get a different shirt on.

"HOLY - MOTHER - OF - MERLIN," Harry said, eyes wide. "When did she - How did she - HERMIONE'S HOT!"

"Yeah, I noticed."

"Is this what you were going to tell me?"

"Er, yeah." Not exactly but close enough. Watch out Luna. "Hermione's insanely beautiful now."

"Those legs - that hair - that RACK!!"

"YEAH I KNOW!!" Ron said, starting to get angry.

"Man, you're lucky Ron."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Er.. nothing."

Ron was getting ready to interrogate, but he was interrupted by Percy sticking his head in the door. "It is time for dinner you two. I suggest washing your hands and combing your hair before you join the rest of us at the table. I'd also suggest --"

"Not being a prat?" Ron said, mocking Percy's arrogance. "Why Percy, that is highly hypocritical and contradictory of you. Now be gone from our sight you filth."

After a huff and a puff, Percy blew the house down. No, he just closed the door actually, and Harry hurried after him, ignoring Ron's calls.

When everyone was seated for dinner, Luna included, much to Ron's and Harry's (and George's, Fred's, Bill's, Charlie's, and Mr. Weasley's) disappointment, Hermione had changed into a baggy t-shirt she had bought for lazing around home at a thrift shop, but to everyone's liking, Molly had cooked a wonderful meal to distract all the raging hormones of the group for an hour or two, as everyone engaged in friendly, humorous conversations.

After dinner, everyone went out back to engage in a game of Quidditch. Everyone but Mrs. Weasley and Percy joined in, so it was George, Bill, Ron, Harry, and Luna versus Fred, Charlie, Ginny, Mr. Weasley, and Hermione. Needless to say, Ron's team one because Harry caught the Snitch so quickly into the game, even though he had to catch it twice. Afterwards, each person went to their rooms, drank a little tea or got ready for bed. Luna had caught up with Harry and dragged him away to the side of the house, leaving Ron to walk in by himself. Soon, though, Fred and George caught up to him.

"Woah there, bro, slow down, take some time to talk with your wise brothers." George grabbed him by the elbow to stop him.

"Yeah, we need to have a little chat before bed time," Fred said. "I don't know if you've noticed, actually, you'd be blind if you hadn't."

"But little Miss Hermione... Wow."

"Now, we know what's been on your mind for the last - oh, seven years. And little brother, you better act on that fast."

"Or else before long, other guys are going to see her, and you'll be left in the dust."

"THE DUST RON! Now, you're lucky we're so involved in our business affairs, and that Percy is probably gay, because otherwise, you'd already have some competition. So, since we're on your side on this matter--"

"You'd better not let us down. Be the stud that the Weasley gene allows you to be."

"Er.. okay." Ron wasn't quite sure what to say to this, but from the look on his brothers' faces, he could tell they were satisfied.

"That's the spirit. Now go get her, Tiger."

As they walked away ("'Tiger'? That was lame, George."), Ron thought about this. They were absolutely right. He had enough to worry about with Hermione having a great personality, being super smart, and all else with out her being the hottest girl in school. Now without a doubt, she was. And he was going to have plenty of competition. And for sure, he would be left in the dust. "THE DUST RON! THE DUST RON!" kept echoing inside his head. He had to act now.

Before he knew it, Ron was inside the Burrow, walking up the stairs. As he was passing the bathroom, he heard the shower splashing down into the tub. He couldn't help but hope it was Hermione in there, soap suds all over her lucious body. He opened the door a crack, and saw a lavender robe hanging up on the towel rack. He quietly pushed the door open and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He tiptoed over to the bath tub and grabbed hold of the curtain.

"Hellooooo nur-RAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! LUNA!!!!!!???????"

"Well howdy-do to you too Ron. Yeesh, ever hear of knocking?" Luna calmly slapped the shower curtain closed again as Ron rushed out of the bathroom as fast as he could. He ran all the way up back to his room to find Harry himself changing into his pajamas (T-shrit and boxers).

"AHHH HAAARRRY!! Man! Why is it that I see everyone naked EXCEPT for HERMIONE?!"

"WHAT?! Who all have you seen naked?" Harry asked him.

"Well there's you of course - And for crying out loud would you please continue dressing! - And then I just saw - er - well -"

"Ginny? UGH! How gross for you!"

"Well, no, not Ginny."

"Fred or George? Or was it Percy?! Is he castrated or something? That would explain a lot of his frustration you know."

"No, not any of them."

"Char-"

"Nope. And Nope."

"YOUR MOM OR DAD?!"

"Crikies, no!"

"Then wh..." Harry felt his scar serge with pain! No, actually it was his heart, full of rage and jealousy! "YOU SAW LUNA NAKED?! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL FOR?! NOT EVEN I GET TO SEE THAT?! YOU CALL YOURSELF MY BEST FRIEND?! YOU STUPID GIT!!!! WHERE WAS IT?!"

"In the shower," Ron mumbled.

"WHY WERE YOU LOOKING AT HER IN THE SHOWER?!!?! WHY?! MERLIN WHYYYY!!!!???"

"I thought she was.. hrmieo.."

"WHO DID YOU THINK IT WAS?!?! SPEAK UP!!!???"

"Hermione."

"HERMIONE?!! WHAT?! WHY WOULD YOU -- Oh yeah! She's hot now, that's right."

"Hey, Harry, it's more than that all right. I'm not just some shallow headed bonehead that's out to sell pictures of her on ewade or whatever that thing is. I'm not just trying to use her as eye candy. I - I kinda like her."