"I shower with the door shut. I opened it to get the steam aired out, while you were all asleep," emphasized Ron. He let go of Hermione's shoulder, grabbing a flannel from the basket of clean ones Fleur had taken to leaving out with so many people invading her home, running it under cold water and wringing it out before passing it to her. "At least, I thought you were asleep. Put this on it," he suggested. The last thing Hermione needed now was a sore swollen face, and while Ron hadn't been able to do very much for her after they arrived, five brothers gave him enough experience with blows to the face to feel confident treating this one.
Was it obvious that he was trying very hard to keep his eyes confined to her neck and face, and not lingering on the wider than usual expanse of bare skin paired with breasts he felt instinctively positive were not covered by a bra?