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No Such Thing
(The OT3 Remix)
[by victoria p.]

Rating: PG

Summary: "Really, the only way to shut her up was with a kiss."

Spoilers: None

Notes: Kissing ficlet for Cantinera, who asked for Ron/Hermione. This was the original version, that took a Ron/Hermione/Harry turn.

Date: July 7, 2004

It was not, perhaps, the most auspicious occasion for a kiss, but Ron Weasley had always had bad timing. And really, how else was a bloke supposed to deal with being shoved up against the bird he fancied for hours on end in a dark closet?

(Okay, maybe it wasn't really hours, but being so close without being allowed to touch made it feel like hours, even if it was only about twenty minutes, according to Harry when he found them.)

After the first five minutes, Hermione had given up on trying to alohomora their way out; all she'd succeeded in doing was opening the buttons on all their clothes, which Ron thought was unfair, again, because it was too dark to really see anything, though he'd caught a glimpse of fair skin and pink cotton before Hermione pulled her shirt closed.

That flash of pink was burned into the space behind his eyelids now, because he knew what Hermione looked like in a t-shirt and he'd spent a lot of time thinking about her without a t-shirt, and it was fairly easy to replace the t-shirt with the bra and nothing else.

As his body responded to the thought, he attempted to shift away from her, leaning back against the door, but there wasn't that much room.

If only Harry had let them have the Map, they wouldn't have been almost caught by Filch, and they certainly wouldn't be stuck in this bloody closet that only opened from the outside and seemed impervious to Hermione's superior lock-picking skills.

She'd been muttering about getting detention and losing house points, getting steadily more shrill as time passed. Ron didn't think he could take much more of her nattering.

"And for God's sake, Ron, we're prefects. We should be setting an example--mmph..."

Really, the only way to shut her up was with a kiss.

Her lips were soft and warm and tasted faintly of berries, which was surprising. She didn't wear lipstick and didn't seem the lipgloss type, though Merlin knew all the other girls wore it. When she didn't push him away, he figured he was doing something right.

She gasped and her hands pressed against his chest, brushing bare skin where he hadn't redone his buttons. He groaned in response to her touch, and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body against his more firmly, tongue gently licking at her lips. She opened her mouth, and the first touch of her tongue against his sent another jolt through him.

She moaned and slid her hands along his chest, wrenching an answering moan from him. She twined her arms around his neck and pushed him back against the door, her tongue now in his mouth, demanding a response. He couldn't stop touching her, hands skating over her back and arse, then tangling in her hair, which was much softer than it looked and smelled really nice, too.

She broke the kiss and he whimpered, but she pressed her lips to his jaw, pulling his head down so she kiss her way to his ear. He couldn't get close enough, one hand sliding up beneath her shirt to touch that skin he'd barely got a glimpse of earlier, silky and heated beneath the pads of his fingers, grazing the soft curve of her breast. She gasped but didn't stop him, so he did it again, this time going so far as to brush his thumb over one peaked nipple, desire so thick in his throat he almost choked on it.

With his other hand, he cupped her chin so he could bring her lips back to his, more confident this time. He sucked on her tongue, enjoying the little sounds she made in the back of her throat, and when he began falling backwards, he simply put it down to the magic of the kiss.

Until he landed flat on his back on the stone floor in the corridor, Hermione on top of him and Harry staring down at them, wand glowing blue in one hand, the Map in the other. His whole body would be bruised from the fall, but it was completely worth it. "Am I interrupting?" Harry asked with a wry smile. "I can lock you back in again."

Hermione recovered quickly, as she always did, and jumped up, smoothing down her shirt and flipping her tangled hair over her shoulder.

"We were -- we--" she trailed off, gesturing helplessly.

Ron simply raised himself up on his elbows and stared at her red, swollen lips, and the way her chest heaved because even she couldn't get her breathing under control that fast. Then he looked at Harry, and said the first thing that came to mind.

"Nah, mate, but if you'd like to join us, I think the Room of Requirement is free."

The only thing more surprising was the lightning quick brush of Harry's mouth against his after Harry pulled him up off the floor, and Hermione's approving laugh.

"You don't think we're taking this best friends thing too far?" Harry asked when Ron and Hermione linked arms on either side of him.

Ron just smiled. "No such thing as too far, Harry. Not with us."

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