Peeves' Pestering Problem

Hermione fingered her Head Girl badge as she walked slowly down the dark corridor. Security was tight at Hogwarts, especially since Voldemort and his supporters had started attacking openly. Hermione was in her seventh year. She had Ron had been going out since the previous year. As a matter of fact she and Ron had arranged to meet later on that night in the Prefect's bathroom. She knew exactly what that meant.

She was walking past the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom when she heard a noise. It sounded like quiet sobs and it seemed to be coming from inside the classroom. She opened the door and entered. The only light was the moonlight coming from the windows. A terrible thought struck Hermione. What if the noise was being made by Professor Lupin in his 'transformed' state? This was his classroom after all. Hermione's panic subsided as she saw that the moon was not entirely full tonight.

She scanned the room, looking for the source of the noise. Her eyes rested on the small figure huddled in the far corner. It was Peeves the Poltergeist. She moved closer. Squinting her eyes, she could just about make out the objects he had in his hands. In one hand he had an old piece of parchment and in the other was what looked like a tattered rag. She couldn't make out what was on the parchment.

She tiptoed forward, trying not to alarm him. His sobs were very clear now. The floorboard under Hermione's foot, however, creaked even more clearly. Peeves shot up in to the air, hiding the strange objects behind his back. He didn't have his usual mischievous grin. He looked angry, even threatening.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU SWOTTY LITTLE NERD? STICKING OUR BIG KNOW IT ALL NOSE WHERE IT DOESN'T BELONG? LEAVE ME ALONE! FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Peeves flew to the other side of the room, knocking over desks and chairs as he went. Grunting angrily he then flew through the wall. The sudden outburst from Peeves caught Hermione off guard. "What's his problem?" she asked herself as she made her way to the Prefect's bathroom. Peeves was annoying, but he never got seriously angry with anyone. Peeves' unusual behaviour buzzed through Hermione's head as she entered the Prefect's bathroom.

The chandelier in the bathroom was unlit. Instead, dozens of small candles were placed around the edge of the large bath. The candles gave the room a romantic light red glow. The bath itself was filled with hot water and Hermione's favourite scented bubbles. Standing at the side of the bath was Ron in a red bath robe, waiting for Hermione. She smiled; Ron often did romantic things like this, all in the hope of getting into her knickers.

Hermione slipped off her school robes and her socks and shoes. She walked over to Ron who pulled her into a passionate kiss. As his lips caressed hers, he undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled it over head. Hermione slipped her hands into Ron's bathrobe and stroked his back. As Ron bent down and removed her skirt, Hermione took his bathrobe off in one fluid motion. When Ron stood back up again, he was completely naked. All that saving goals and passing the Quaffle to the Chasers had made his biceps actually noticeable. That was all well and good to her, but her favourite pastime was still going to be searching for freckles in places other than Ron's face. Hermione removed her undergarments, allowing them to drop to the floor, completely abandoned and unwanted. They shared a warm hug, enjoying the feel of each other.

"You've got dirt on your nose, did you know?" she whispered in his ear. Ron loved it when she teased him about their past; they had been so foolish not to see what they did now.

"Well," he whispered back, "I guess that means I should have a bath. Care to join me?" They climbed into the bath at opposite ends, swimming towards each other. When they met, Ron's hands traced the curve of her breasts. Hermione's hands ran down to the small of Ron's back, making small circular motions.

"I love you Hermione," And she loved him. He kissed her as he entered gently. The heat of the water and the bubbles only added to the overwhelming pleasure. His breath became short as he went in further. Hermione gripped the side of the bath. Sweat ran down Ron's face, which contorted into a picture of sexual ecstasy.

"Hermione!" gasped Ron. Hermione only groaned in response. Even as Ron climaxed, all Hermione could think of was Peeves' odd behaviour.