Hermione put the book she was reading onto the nightstand and turned onto her side. She looked around the room as her eyes adjusted to the dark and sighed contentedly. This place had become like a second home to her, well a third home really, because there was Hogwarts too of course. Currently at the burrow, she had taken advantage of Ginny's night time romp with Harry and was sleeping in the bed instead of the makeshift cot. The thought of Ginny and Harry together made her sweat a little and in spite of herself there was a tingle between her legs. Ginny had been very generous with the details of their encounters and well suffice it to say that they were doing more than discussing quidditch tactics. Hermione chuckled to herself and tried to put the thoughts out of her mind. She had just drifted off to sleep when she felt someone get into the bed with her.

"Back so soon?" She asked.

There was no answer.

"What's wrong, couldn't Harry keep it up?" She chuckled to softly, "C'mon Ginny, you know I'm only teasing…."

Hermione gasped when, instead of speaking, the person put an arm around her and placed a hand on her breast.

"Ron?"

Again there was no answer, but the hand that was on her breast began to move slowly and pinched her nipple lightly through the fabric of her nightshirt.

"Ron, I told you, I don't care what Harry and Ginny do, but I don't feel comfortable fooling around in your parents' house." She smacked the intrusive hand away.

To her surprise, rather than protesting, he got up and left without saying a word. That's odd she thought to herself…usually she had to resort to spells to keep Ron under control when he got an "idea" in either of his heads. She closed her eyes and attempted to go back to sleep, but even though he had done as she asked, there was a longing inside her that would not go away.

"Will you pass the jam please Hermione?" It was the next morning at breakfast and Ron was looking at her with his arm outstretched. She simply stared at him blankly.

"Earth to Hermione…pass the jam please…." He tried again.

"No." She said simply

The Weasley family and Harry looked at her in surprise.

"Why not?" Ron asked bewildered.

"Because I don't think I should have to do what you tell me all the time!" She snapped.

"I only asked you to pass the jam, I don't think that is a very demanding request…."

"Sure, today it's the jam but what will it be tomorrow?" She cut him off.

"Huh?" Ron was confused. He thought for a moment, "the peanut butter?" he asked rather hopefully.

The whole table laughed---all except Hermione. Instead she got up slammed her chair into the table and ran upstairs.

Ron stared after her in amazement, "What did I do?" He asked.

George clapped him on the shoulder, "Perhaps you should leave the jokes to me mate."

Hermione paced the room, she was angry and what was worse, she didn't really have a reason. Ron may have invaded her space, but he did stop when she asked---perhaps that was the problem.

There was a light knock on the door. She turned and saw Ron looking at her sheepishly.

"Hi." He said.

She didn't respond, but neither did she demand he get out or throw a book at his head, so he came into the room and closed the door.

"I'm sorry for whatever I did." He tried.

"Oh don't play stupid Ron, you know exactly what you did." She snapped.

"Honestly Hermione, for once I am not trying to vex you, but I really don't know."

"Last night you got into my bed and manhandled me….sound familiar?" She looked at him accusingly.

"Sounds like wishful thinking on your part." He chuckled.

She took out her wand and pointed it at him.

"Easy Hermione, I was only kidding, time of the month is it?"

"RON!"

"What?" He could tell she was truly upset so he walked closer and pulled her to him. He stroked her cheek gently.

"Sweetheart, trust me, if there was any way I thought you would let me "man handle" you---I would! But you said no, and I know you mean it."

The look on his face was so honest that she knew he was telling the truth and it was now her turn to be confused. If not Ron, then who?

His voice brought her back to reality. "So what are we going to do about this?"

"About what?"

"Your X-rated dreams staring yours truly?" He grinned broadly.

"Don't worry I'm pretty sure it was a one time thing." She laughed.

"We'll see about that." He bent his head and captured her mouth with his. After a while he pulled away, "so what exactly was I doing?"

"Huh?"

"In the dream…."

"Ron!"

"Oh c'mon Hermione, I'm curious."

"Don't be silly, I'm not going to tell you…."

"Why not?"

"Because it's weird, that's why."

"No it isn't….was I nuzzling your neck like this?" He bent his head to her neck and began leaving a soft trail of kisses.

Hermione gasped softly, "Nope." She whispered.

"Oh well I better stop then." He said jokingly.

"I suppose you better." She wiggled out of his grasp and went and sat on the bed.

"C'mon Hermione, stop being a prude, if you can't even talk about it, how are we ever going to…." He trailed off.

"Fine Ron, you want to know? It wasn't a sex dream, or at least I woke up before it could be." Even as she spoke she was positive it hadn't been a dream. "You were simply caressing my breasts." Her face turned beet red.

Ron ignored or embarrassment, he went and sat beside her on the bed. He began to kiss her passionately and to his surprise she didn't pull away. He took a chance and pushed her back onto the bed, still no resistance. He lifted his head from hers and looked into her eyes. "Like this?" He asked.

He slowly and rather awkwardly, placed a hand on her breast. Hermione couldn't help but notice that it seemed different than the one last night. She shook this thought from her mind and made an attempt at being brazen. Instead of speaking, she began to unbutton her blouse.

Ron stared at her, he couldn't believe his luck, he bent his head to kiss her again and was attempting to remove her blouse when they both jumped at the sound of a large crack.

"Hey everyone, I'm back from the store….Oh my….what do we have here? I thought I specified the kitchen."

Ron and Hermione both stared guiltily at Charlie Weasley who had just apparated into the room.