Hermiones letter

Harry and Ron got back to the common room together that evening. They had not seen Hermione again all day long. Harry had the feeling she was either mad at them, or scared off. Or maybe both. In any case, their plan seemed to have backfired on them. He had been so sure though...

A few minutes after he and Ron had sat down though, Neville came over to them and held out a sealed piece of parchment. "Here. Hermione wanted me to give this to the two of you" Harry took it from him and Ron said "Thanks Neville."

"Did she seem angry?" Harry asked, but Neville had already left the common room. He thought he heard her mumble Lunas name. "Oh boy, well let us have a look then, huh?" Harry asked and Ron grunted his ascend. Harry was expecting a long letter about why she was disappointed with them, how could they after all those years of friendship, maybe even an end of their friendship. He did find a long letter. But not with the contents he had expected.

Harry held it, so Ron could read with him:

"Dear Harry, Dear Ron

I will be honest, I was pretty shocked at lunch today. You have to admit, it is not every day that you find your two best friends, and yes you are right we ARE best friends, asking you a thing like this. So let me get this straight:

Harry. You have not been pushing me for anything since this whole thing started. Thank you for that. Seriously. But then, one day, I was so ****, so unspeakably, let us face it, horny that I followed you and Ginny. I simply could not help myself. I snuck in and I think you did not even notice me. And when you did see me, I doubt you knew it was me, not at first at least. But Harry let me tell you, I will be forever grateful for the things you have made me feel that day. I would have enjoyed it in any case, I think, but especially in the situation I was in... You have given me relief I cannot put into words.

Ron: Oh Ron. It is always complicated with the two of us, is it not? First, I have felt your lustful stares all over my body and was not sure how to feel about that. Flattered? Insulted? Reduced to an object? Or simply pleased? Then, there was that morning in the shower. I swear, if we would not have been interrupted, then and there I would have been yours. Yours completely. But it should not be, not on that day. The next time, after you came back from Quidditch, it was me who went after you in the shower. And you made my knees weak Ron, made me scream with joy, and then did it all over again. It was just wonderful! And just this morning, despite the agreement we Gryffindors have, you have used my face in the common room. And the strange thing is, I did not mind. Not at all. because it was you.

So to answer your question. I do. I do want more of this. More from both of you. But ONLY from both of you. I do enjoy the safety of the Gryffindor agreement, I need some time to relax every now and then. But as far as the two of you are concerned, I trust you not to overstay your welcome, if you understand my meaning. You will make the right decisions, I am sure of it. But this of course also entails that, as far as possible, you do not do this with me in public., Don't worry, I have a lot of ideas on how to hide this from the others.

In fact, let me show you one of them right now. Come up to your dorm room. Yes, YOUR dorm room, not mine. I am in here. the door is sealed, only the two of you will be able to enter for the next hour. I tried this on the girls dorm door, but of course, that is not possible these days. But I am confident the spell will hold up here. Come up, and tell me what you think of this idea. I will be waiting. For both of you, I hope.

See you soon,
_Hermione_"

Harry and Ron stared at each other for a while after both had finished reading. They understood one another without words. None of them wanted to say anything out loud. They did not want to draw any attention after all. A quick nod of the head and they stood up, slowly scaling up the stairs to their dorm room. The door opened.

Inside, there was no one. No one except for Hermione. She was lying on Rons bed, on her stomach, her upper body lifted up slightly as they entered. She was still wearing her cheerleading outfit. She still had her normally so bushy hair braided into pigtails. And she was smiling, a bit shy, a bit nervous, even blushing slightly, but smiling at them. "H.. Hi" she said quietly.