What You See Is What You Get...

Ron wiped the last few tears off of Hermione's face, and held Hermione in an embrace. They sat on Ron's bed for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. Then, Hermione smiled.

"So," she chuckled. "What do you want to do now, eh?"

Ron immediately pulled back from her, jaw dropped. He quickly recovered himself and said, "Well, I could think of a few things." He leaned back in close to Hermione, pressing his lips against hers. After they kissed for a few moments, he came back. "Stay here."

Ron ran back to his desk and folded up the letter. "You said I could deliver this now."

"Yes, I did." Hermione said eagerly.

"However I wanted." He smiled. "So you close your eyes, okay?" She obeyed, and closed her eyes. Ron maneuvered her onto the bed, and lay her down.

"Now, don't peak," he said, leaning in close to her. "You'll have to count to twenty, then come find me."

She opened her eyes and laughed. "Hide and Seek?!"

"No peaking, Hermione!" Ron covered her eyes. "Now, here we go, okay?" Hermione nodded. "Start counting!"

She did, and Ron ran to his closet, opened the door as quietly as possible, then shut it. He put the letter in the back of his boxers, being held in place by the elastic band. He crouched down in a ball behind all the robes and Quidditch gear in the back.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Hermione shouted. She had definitely heard Ron go into his closet, but decided to have a little fun. She looked underneath the bed. "Nope, not here!" She walked across to the opposite side of the room. "Nope, not here either! I wonder where he could be!" She walked over to the door of his room, and opened it. I bet he went to Percy's room, figuring I'd never look there!" She stepped out, and shut the door.

Ron thought she was joking, and would come back in, but after a few minutes, he wasn't so sure. He came out of his closet and went to go check on her, just to make sure Fred and George hadn't found her. He opened the door, stepped out, and was tackled by Hermione, forcing him to go back into his room. She pinned him down on the floor, straddling him.

"Found you," she said, a victorious grin on her face. "Now, where's that letter, sir?"

"Underneath me, miss," he said, and surprised her by flipping both of them over, he now straddling Hermione. "Might be a bit easier to get a hold of now."

Hermione reached around him with both hands and grabbed the letter, swiftly pulling it out of Ron's pants, causing him to jump a little. "That was brisk."

"I bet." Hermione opened the letter, and in a mocking voice said, "Dearest Hermione, I fancy you soooo much I want to shag you till dawn, then buy you a big house and have lots and lots of babies! Will you please, please, PLEASE be my girlfriend?! Love Ron, your bi--"

"Hermione! You little perv!" Ron grabbed the letter and through it across the room. She struggled to get out from underneath him, but her attempts were in vain. "You aren't going anywhere, missy."

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, putting one hand on her side, the other one trailing through her hair. Their lips separated and Hermione's tongue slipped inside his mouth, but he pulled hers back, teasing her. He moved his mouth away from hers, and he slowly moved down to her neck, caressing it with kisses. She moved her head up so he could have a better reach, eyes closed tight. But when she opened them again, she let out a stifled scream.

"Like that, huh? Just wait," he said, but was confused when she scooted herself up from under him. He turned onto his back, only to see his mother standing in the open doorway.

"Mum! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL--"

"Ronald! Don't you -- you're in trouble -- you… ARGH!" At a loss of intelligent words, Mrs. Weasley stormed off mumbling different things. "Wait till I tell your father!" was one of the last things they heard.

There was silence for a few minutes.

"Talk about a mood killer, huh," Ron said.

"Yeah," Hermione chuckled, then bursting out laughing.

"What?"

"Your mother! Her face! 'Like that huh?' Ron! Oh my, she was.. oh it was priceless!"

"She heard that?!" he said, face going red.

"Yeah! Oh man, it was great!"

"Great! No! It's not great at all! HORRIBLE, BAD, NOT GOOD, AWFUL! NOT GREAT!!!" He sunk his face into his hands.

"Hey, it could've been worse," she said, trying to comfort him.

"Oh yeah? How?"

"It could've been Fred and or George."

"That's not --" Ron started to say, but he paused in thought. "Yeah, you're right. It is worse."