Hermione slips out of her clothes and leaves them in a heap on her bed. That's strange. Any clutter is highly unusual for the strictly tidy Hermione. She's in a hurry this time. She snatches her bathrobe from the wardrobe and is still flinging it on as she dashes from the room. Several girls in the hall and on the stairs wonder how much she'll be showing when she gets to the commons.
She dashes through the commons and on to the prefects' bath. She has her robe tied so she isn't exposed. She does act like she's in a great hurry. She just has to get there before Ron.
She gets into the bath and ducks around a corner of the tiled wall. There are hooks for robes and shelves with towels. This is exactly the right area for her plan. She hangs her robe on one of the hooks and leans back against the wall next to it. Yes, she decides, this is where she should be. Ron will have to come around the corner. He'll take a couple of steps before he notices. Then she'll be so close there will be no backing out. You can just imagine the sly, almost evil grin on Hermione's face. You can also imagine her fidgeting nervously waiting for Ron.
The nervous wait is longer than Hermione wants. Her mind wanders to what she wants to happen - to Ron wrapped around her, to herself being smothered in his embrace and covered with his kisses, to the feel of all his naked parts pressed against her - the soft, the firm and the hard parts. She finds her hand wandering, too. It's between her legs and making her vulva feel the way she wants to feel.
Ron finds himself alone in the dormitory. Harry and the others are all busy. He undresses and gets ready for a long, warm relaxing bath. He takes his time and lets his thoughts wander. They wander to Hermione and how she looks. He sees her smiling so much and acting so friendly now that he's not going out with Lavender Brown. He imagines Hermione in his arms and not being bossy in any way. That's because her mouth is busy snogging him. He imagines his hands going where Hermione would never let them go.
He becomes very glad that nobody else is in the dormitory. He has something to take care of now and it's private. It wouldn't do to take this problem to the bath. He's become aroused at the thought of doing those things with Hermione. He takes matters in hand. Yes, that means he takes his hard, erect penis in hand. He lays back across his bed, imagines more than he'd ever expect Hermione to allow him and begins stroking himself. He imagines the feel of her firm pointed breasts through a sweater, but not a bra. He imagines sliding a hand up her leg and lifting her skirt as high as her panties, then finding no panties there.
"Her - my - nee ... Mmmm ... Aaah ... Nnnngh!" he moans.
He suddenly feels an urgent sensation in his crotch, a tingling buzz all over and his semen shooting across his stomach. He lies there breathing hard with his heart pounding.
"Right. As if I'll ever get that far with the real Hermione," he mutters as he wipes himself with a tissue.
He dresses in his robe, stops at the toilet to pee and flush the tissue, then walks slowly to the bath. He's a little puzzled when he sees that the bath is empty - nobody at all having a bath at this prime time. He shrugs. They'll be along when they're ready. He's ready now. He stoops to start water running and start some of his favorite bubbles - green with a mint scent. He strolls around the corner, already untying his robe.
He rounds the corner as he whips off the robe. He reaches to hang it on the first hook. He notices one other robe hanging a few hooks away. He then notices the greatest surprise he's ever had and gasps. There is Hermione leaning against the wall between the two robes ... and she is as naked as he is.
Hermione beams with pride that her plan has worked so well. She expected to see the tall, gangly guy she's known, but she notices that Ron is developing and quite well. His broad shoulders and chest are padded with muscles, all covered by smooth skin and just a little hair.
She stands straight and faces toward Ron. He's standing still with his arm still over the hook that now holds his robe. He's just staring at her. His mouth is open a little and not moving. His eyes are pointed down at Hermione's body. They move up and down, stopping now and then at all the interesting sights.
He sees far more than he expected to ever see of her. He's very pleased with what he sees. She has a surprisingly firm, trim body for someone who gets so little exercise and doesn't understand Quidditch. Her smooth skin looks soft all over and has very little of the swimsuit tan lines left from the summer. The most interesting parts are the prominent breasts high on her chest. They're firm, even perky, with light pink nipples at the pointed ends.
She starts to feel a little self-conscious. She's being stared at by a naked boy who is doing nothing else - just staring. Her face takes on a nervous expression with pursed lips and questioning eyes. She gulps, but that doesn't help much. She bends one arm across herself and raises it under her breasts. She doesn't cover or cup them. Her arm only lifts them a little. Her breasts move and draw Ron's attention. Hermione remembers that she's here to show herself to him. She drops that arm which lets her firm breasts jiggle back into place. Ron groans with his eyes affixed firmly to her chest.
She crosses her hands below her navel, but she's careful not to cover another important area that should interest Ron. The movement attracts his attention there. Hermione moves her hands to her sides. Ron gets an unobstructed view of Hermione's crotch. Her pubic hair is trimmed in a small triangle on her mound. Her labia are clearly visible below with the cute button of her clitoral hood peeking out between them. Yes, she thinks this occasion is special and deserves a special trim.
The thoughts going through Ron's head are arousing to say the least. He's facing the girl he fancies, they're both completely naked and she is acting as if she likes the idea. This is even more arousing than the fantasy he just finished. He gets aroused again. He starts feeling pressure and then swelling in his penis. It stiffens, gets longer and rises without any encumbrance. That drives home just how naked he is. He sees Hermione's eyes take in all the action in his crotch. Her smile tells him that's another idea she likes. His reaction has helped her break that nervousness.
Ron's thoughts feed on the sight of Hermione, on the thoughts themselves and on Hermione's smile. His penis rises to full erection, much longer than when it started and bigger around, too. It's now pointing up and Hermione can see his testicles pulled tight up to its base.
Ron's face goes red, almost matching the shade of his penis. He starts to turn away.
"That's for me? That's so wonderful, Ron. You do think I'm sexy," she exclaims to interrupt him.
Hermione tries to break the ice by stepping forward. Ron was thinking this was no accident, but was still wondering. This is Hermione, after all. Just what has she been reading about lately? Would she break rules like this? These rules in particular? With him?
It comes clear to him now. This is one of the times Hermione is following her own rules. Thoughts cross his mind like lightning. There is only one thing she can have on her mind. Thoughts of Hermione pushing herself at him and where this will go make his erect penis twitch. He stops turning away. His stiff penis sways from the stopped turn. Hermione can't take her eyes off it.
He faces her, forces his eyes up to her face and says, "Of course this is for you. It's just what you want, isn't it?"
There's even more pride in Hermione's smile now. She reaches out to him. Ron reaches out and takes her hand. They both feel the sparks when they touch.