Nights in December

The Prefect's Bathroom, revisited

“If I agree to this,” Hermione started, looking at Ron across the jasmine scented water with a mischievous grin, “then you have to catch me in the library.”

She had made up her mind. Though she was apprehensive about letting Ron make love to her as two men would, she trusted him. And as an added bonus, she could use this as leverage to get Ron to indulge her in her greatest fantasy. She would be an unruly student, out of bed in the darkest hours, rummaging through the library’s restricted section. He would be Head Boy, catching her red handed, and disciplining her with rough lovemaking right there. Ron had never dared, scared of Filch stumbling upon them and risking expulsion, but for Hermione it was the ultimate fantasy.

“What, the library?” Ron looked shocked, but she could tell that he was seriously considering it. He clearly wanted them to have this forbidden kind of love. After a few seconds his expression grew determined.

“Alright. But can we at least make some sort of diversion in the dungeons to keep Filch away? I don’t fancy having him catch us, or worse, watch us in silence.”

They both laughed at this. Through loving Ron, she had found herself laughing much more often. She threw her arms around her lover and kissed him.

“So it’s settled then. You catch me in the library and teach me a lesson, and in return I’ll let you do… that to me. Deal?” she whispered into his ear, after which she nibbled it lightly.

“Agreed,” he said, and pulled her into one of his soul soothing kisses.