Truth or Dare

A/N: I am SOOO sorry that it has been such a long time since i have updated. I just started college, and got a new computer, and everything was a mess and hectic. Now, I have the files I need, and I will try to finish the story. Do not despair!!! So, here goes...

“What do you mean budge over?” Hermione said, looking alarmed.
“Well, you can’t expect me to sleep on the floor when there is enough room in that bed for the both of us. And I need to be up here in case you need anything. I will be a perfect gentleman, don’t worry.” Ron said. Well, at least I will try. He thought, as Hermione bit her lip.
“Well, I have to get out of this dress.” This time, Ron looked alarmed.
“You can’t expect me to sleep in this madness. Can a borrow a shirt and some shorts?” Hermione said, getting out of the bed, and wobbling only slightly.
“Er…right. Yea, I do, hold a mo.” Ron said, scrambling to get out of bed and hide his sudden erection at the thought of this girl in his clothes. He rummaged through his drawers and found the smallest shirt and shorts he could.
“These are the smallest I have, I don’t know if they will fit but…” Ron said, offering the clothes to Hermione while shuffling back to the bed.
“Thanks Ron. Now close your eyes. And turn around.” Hermione said, getting ready to take off her dress.
Ron did as he was told, and suddenly knew what it was to be tortured. With every swish of cloth, he imagined more and more skin and less and less dress. Holy bollocks, Hermione is getting naked in my room. And I am in here with her. HOLY BOLLOCKS! Ron thought, his erection rising even further. Hermione made a frustrated noise.
“Ron? Can you…help me?” She said, sounding annoyed, tired and terrified all at once.
Ron turned to look at her. Hermione was facing the mirror, and the back of her dress was slightly undone. Ron looked at her face, and she blushed furiously.
“I can’t reach the laces. Earlier I had people to help me. Can you..um…” Hermione said, turning to look Ron in the face.
“Oh. Right. Yes. Ok.” Ron said, stepping forward to untie the laces at the back of the dress.
“You looked very pretty today.” Ron said, trying to cover up the awkward silence that had started when he began to take the silk ribbons from their loops.
“You don’t think it was too much? With the makeup and the hair and all?” Hermione asked, sounding nervous.
“No, it was perfect. Just…perfect.” Ron said, clearing his throat as the last of the ribbons fell. He looked at the refection they made in the mirror. Him, towering above her, shirtless and tan from the summer; her with her hair falling about her, shoulders and back bare, her small hands holding her dress up.
“Um, Ron? Can you go back over there and close your eyes please?” Hermione said, breaking the spell, and making Ron blush.
“Of course.” Ron said, going back over to the bed, and getting under the covers. That was almost as magical as anything that we learned at school. Ron thought, adjusting his shorts, so he could be more comfortable. Hermione continued to undress, and then put on Ron’s clothing. He heard her soft footsteps coming over to the bed, and felt as she lifted the covers and got into the bed. He heard her soft sigh, and then she was still. Ron began to drift off to sleep, glad that nothing had gone terribly awry.
“Ron?” She said softly.
“Yes?” Ron answered, hoping that she would keep talking in that honey soft voice.
“Did I do it right?” Hermione asked.
“Do what right?” Ron asked, confused and sleepy after such a long day.
“When I was wanking you, was I doing it right?” Hermione said, rolling over to face him on the bed.
Ron’s erection came back in full force. Oh, it’s going to be a long night.