The bathroom was encased in a warm fog from the steam, and it left Hermione feeling as though the same had penetrated her mind. It was all she could do to just stare back at Ron, for once her usually sharp mind dulled to the point where she could only think of him. This. And now.
As he stepped under the shower, the water running down his body was certainly a sight to behold, and she took a moment to appreciate it before she took his hand. She had already reasoned with herself that if she trusted him with her life, then there was no reason she couldn't trust him with this.
Closing her eyes as Ron made good on his initial proposal, it didn't seem like the time now, but later she was going to tell him that he was right. The extraordinarily simple act of him washing her hair was completely relaxing. But the way he was touching her, the feel of his lips on her skin every now and again, all invoked an almost impatient desire that was surely going to drive her mad.
Tilting her head back to wash the remains of the conditioner from her hair, Hermione was positive that none of this was what she had meant when she assured everyone she was going to take care of Ron, and on some level she knew that this was going to result in the exact opposite of healer's orders. No strenuous activity. But she couldn't find that reason enough to stop now. It felt right, and she was going to go with it.
Slowly turning to face him on Ron's guidance, she pressed the length of her body against his, kissing the sensitive skin at the base of his throat and beginning a trail that ended at his lips. There was the answer to his unspoken question.