"Oh, Ron, grow up," Hermione chuckled quietly at his scandalised exclamation. She found that she really enjoyed the feel of his warm rough palm against her chest, and with a light blush, she wondered what his hands would feel like against her breasts when they were finally alone together and in the right mood.
With a soft sigh, she leaned up and kissed his cheek when he expressed his concerns over losing Harry. "Ron, for once in his life, Voldemort isn't hanging over Harry's head. Right now, I think...I think he's the safest he's ever been, and that includes the times when Dumbledore was here to watch over him."