Hermione smirked at him. "You're such a boy, Ronald. Just because I don't necessarily keep my hands to myself doesn't mean I'm trying to have sex with you," she laughed quietly, and she leaned up to whisper in his ear, "I have better plans for the place where we first...you know...and the plans don't involve Harry's breath tickling the back of my neck." She kissed his ear and then grinned, her hand splayed across his chest.