Telling Harry and Ron

"Are you bloody mental?" Ron blurted out with all the finesse of a drunken erumpant. Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting around a table in the library. Hermione had distracted them from their transfiguration essays by describing the idea of presentations to them.

"I know it's a bit counterintuitive, but-"

"A bit counterintuitive? You want to stop Umbridge degrading you, by doing it to yourself before she gets there? What in the name of Merlin's pants will you say to convince the other witches to go along with this?"

"Actually I already spoke to them and-" Hermione spoke timidly and was cut off by Ron.

"You mean you've told them? Let me guess, the completely rejected the idea, don't trust you anymore and you want me and Harry to help you get into their good graces again?"

"No," said Hermione, suddenly stern causing Ron to falter, "they agreed with me." Hermione paused, but neither Ron nor Harry, said anything. In fact, Harry hadn't said anything at all since she confessed her new plans.

Hermione continued, "I wanted you two to help me convey this to the male half of the DA. Will you help?"

"Are you asking if we will tell the whole DA that the girls have agreed to stop and pose for us however we like whenever we ask? Yes we fucking will."

"Remember, Ron, we are doing this as a way of taking control back from Umbridge. If we are not being respected we can just as easily stop." Scolded Hermione.

"Um, yes, of course, you will all be treated with the utmost respect. We will be polite and perfect gentlemen when we ask for these... displays, what did you call them?"

"Presentations."

"Yes, presentations."

"What about you, Harry?" Hermione turned to him. "You haven't said anything what do you think?"

Harry said nothing for a second, he looked thoughtful and Hermione prepared to explain her idea again.

"I think it's a great idea." His expression suddenly changed to a genuine smile.

"What? I mean, that's good, I just thought you would take more persuasion." Hermione managed to stammer out despite her surprise."

"I think it's brilliant. Umbridge's first instinct will be to tell you to stop and cover yourselves, which will contradict everything she has done so far. It will put her in a bind and she doesn't have the self control to hide the frustration that will bring her, especially when she sees you lot are respected more for it as powerful witches, instead of being shunned and humiliated as she would hope."

"Yes... yes that's exactly it!" Hermione almost shouted with excitement.

"Ssh, ssh, before Madam Pince comes over." Harry urged her.

The three of them spoke at length about how presentations work and how to convey this to the DA.

"So you want us to just go up to you at any point and ask?" Said Ron, for the fifth time in fifteen minutes.

"Yes." Replied Hermione beginning to feel exasperated.

"And all of you will just do it?"

"Yes. If it's just pose for you we will. We will all our own initiative as to what is reasonable, but by and large we will present when asked for the sake of sticking it to Umbridge."

"So even if..."

"For God's sake, Ron, just ask." Groaned Harry, holding his face in his hands with frustration.

"What?" Ron Hermione responded in unison.

"Ron wants you to present for him. He keeps asking these questions to try to build up the courage to ask."

Hermione looked at Ron who was now blushing a brilliant scarlet and was keeping his eyes firmly locked on the book in front of him. She didn't need to ask if Harry was right. She smiled coolly.

"Okay sure."

Ron looked up instantly, but then cast his eyes down in embarrassment.

"Ron," Hermione said gently, "just ask."

Ron slowly looked up. He looked incredibly uncomfortable and at first his mouth moved but no sound came out, he seemed almost unable to speak, then finally, with what appeared to be a monumental effort he **** out one sentence. "Hermione... will you... present.... for me."

Hermione stood up out of her chair and climbed onto the table. She lay on her back and moved her feet apart. Hermione couldn't believe what she was doing, she felt dizzy, she had to fight to suppress a giggle. It was as if she was a passenger in her own body while someone else guided the movements. She felt a blush grow on her cheeks and heat similarly appear between her legs.

After a moment Hermione looked up at Harry and Ron. Harry had dropped his previous composure and just stared dumbly at the woman in front of him, but he was positively stoic compared to Ron. Ron was staring earnestly with his mouth agape between Hermione's legs. At this angle he must be able to see almost into her. The sight was almost comical.

Hermione slowly closed her legs again and sat up, "I think that's enough for now." She said, trying to appear calm and controlled, but feared her blush and slightly accelerated breathing would give her away. If not, surely they could hear her heart thundering behind her ribs like a drum?

She slid back into her chair and got back to her reading and it wasn't long before she and Harry were discussing the DA meeting later. Ron was still just sitting their stupefied - metaphorically - occasionally glancing down to take long lingering looks at her bosom. Hermione only ignored him, save for repositioning her chair to allow him a better view.