Hermione moved catlike around the bed and shut the curtains. YAY! This was the international sign at Hogwarts someone was having sex in the bed. There were other such unwritten rules, but are too complicated to get into at the moment. YAY! As Hermione shut the last curtain she crawled up my legs and said, " I couldn't wait any longer to have some Harry."
"Well I think Ron will be quite broken hearted about this."
"Come on, Harry. He knows about us and me and others. He still inexplicably loves me, and I can not say I don't love him back, but as I've told you before he has to work his way up to me. Plus, If he wants to have a relationship with me then he needs to approach me! See Harry now look at what you've done; I'm frustrated."
" Oh, my poor Hermione is not getting what she wants." Harry said in mockingly sweet tone. "I'll pass the information along. Now, you shut the curtains and you and I both know what that means right?"
"Yes, Harry." she said blandly.
Fuck I ruined the mood! Damn it! Shit! Fuck! With Hermione sitting on my legs I can't move! Fuck! What to do? What to do? Light Bulb! Harry reached out a hand and massaged Hermione's ear lobe. Hermione cringed, closed her eyes, and loped her head to the side. Yes! Back in action! Harry's hand began to caress her neck slightly. Her body gave an involuntary shiver. Hermione could no longer control herself and pounced on Harry, lips first. Hermione controlled the kiss, and moved Harry forcefully back against the bed's headboard. Harry was instantly excited. Hermione broke away from the kiss, knelt back down and stared down at his erection. "Mmmm I love the sight of a pitched tent." she said teasingly.