Who: Ron and Hermione What: Dinner at her'their' place, not his Where: Hermione and Stephen's place When: Tuesday evening, July 22 Rating: R/NC-17 Status: Closed/In Progress
He had picked out some tulips. They seemed like the flowers to give a 'friend.'
He stepped out, and stood for a minute, checking his robes for any soot. He was wondering what had prompted this request, and he thought it might have something to do with the new decree that had came down the floo pipe. He was curious as to what kind of punishment would be inflicted for committing adultery. Did it punish in degrees? Was snogging given a harsher punishment than shagging? What about hold hands? He pondered the implications, and wondered how they'd even know? Where they all being monitored? Like the wands, was there a test to see where the lips had been last, similar to the spell that could tell what spell was cast last on a wand? What about checking a person's private bits? What happened if a guy paid for sex? He'd heard of some wizards doing that. Would that count as adultery? It was, of course. It was a huge subject to try to examine. He wondered how much of it he could speak with Hermione about. She was not too keen to discuss the topic of sex in general. He felt his chanced fading rapidly that he'd ever lie with her, naked, skin to skin as he did in his dreams.
"Hermione?" he called out, cradling the vase of tulips.