er, totally unplanned mini-chapter in response to abi's dribble challenge. it's not exactly smut, and no brownies are directly involved, but I think it qualifies. ;)

"Ron! You're not supposed to have food in here!"

Caught mid-chew, his head whipped round to find Hermione standing by the nearest bookshelf, which hid the rest of the library from view, her hand on her hip, looking at him very disapprovingly.

He raised an eyebrow at her, then turned back to his Herbology book. "Don't nag, Hermione; it's not becoming."

He heard her indignant gasp. "Ron! Just for that, I may as well turn you in. Honestly, I should deduct a hundred points from Gryffindor simply for you being an insufferable prat."

"Do that." He lazily took another bite, slowly enjoying the sweetness on his tongue.

There was a moment of silence.

"What an earth are you eating, anyways?"

He suppressed a victorious smile. "I should think you'd know." He held the remaining piece out slightly, so she'd have to sit near him to get a good look. He watched her set her bookbag down and sit in the chair across from him, their knees almost touching.

"Actually, no. I'm not the best with desserts, considering."

"Oh, I disagree." He shot her a wicked grin. "You certainly taste best with desserts."

She blushed furiously. "Ron, shush! We're in the library!"

He decided to humour her for the moment, and turned his attention back the sweet. "My dad says it's called a brownie, some sort of Muggle sweet. It's a bit like a cross between fudge and chocolate cake… well, nearly." He looked at her. "You've had fudge and chocolate cake, haven't you?"

"Of course I have!" she said quickly, then admitted in slightly lower tones, "though not at home."

Ron laughed. He held out the brownie again. "Try?" She obviously wasn't convinced. "Oh, right, there's something else, too—" He reached down to the bag on his other side and returned with a small box that looked startlingly familiar.

Her cheeks flushed. "Oh, honestly, Ron, I'd think you could be a little more creative—"

He interrupted her lightly, amused at her assumption. "My dad sent this, too. He said the muggles put together this whole package deal so you can dribble more chocolate on the brownies right before you eat them." He shrugged. "I hadn't gotten around do it yet. Want some?"

She shook her head, her chin in the air, trying not to look embarrassed. "Sounds awful, if you ask me."

He chuckled. "Sure it does." He tilted the box just a little and chocolate slowly oozed out onto the small remains of brownie he held. For some reason, the slow motion of it fascinated him and he watched raptly as he drizzled a swirling pattern of chocolate on chocolate.

He leaned towards Hermione, a smile playing on his face. "Looks fabulous, doesn't it?"

She bit her lip, clearly torn. "Well, perhaps—just a bit—" She leaned in herself, and suddenly they were inches apart, with naught but chocolate between them. Ron's heart sped up decidedly and he watched her cheeks grow decidedly pink.

He was in the middle of another of his sweetest fantasies.

And though he couldn't exactly throw her up against a bookshelf and make love to her, he would take whatever he could get.

He held the last bite up to her lips. Some chocolate trickled onto his fingers deliciously before she opened her mouth and enveloped the sweet. He felt her lips on his fingers and suppressed a shudder, not willing to let her have the upper hand just yet.

He nearly cried out as she took a finger into her mouth lingeringly. So much for the upper hand. Heat ran from his hand straight down his body.

She released him and he tore his gaze away from her lips to search her eyes. "Hermione…" he said hoarsely. "You'll get us both in trouble if you keep on with that kind of behavior."

"And you'd mind?"

 He grinned and reached a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. "Not exactly." His fingers slid along her cheek. "But I think you would." Her lips parted slightly and he ran a finger across them.

She kissed his finger lightly and shrugged. "You're probably right." She covered his hand with hers and held it between them, running her thumb across his palm in absentminded circles. "Then again," she began, looking at him contemplatively. "I am Head Girl."

His heart beat a mite faster. "Yes, you are."

"So perhaps I could just—" She leaned forward and kissed him quickly, her lips soft as heaven on his, but for a mere moment.

"Yes, you could," Ron said softly as she pulled away.

She glanced towards the enclave opening, then glanced back at him, a gleam in her eyes. "And maybe, if I wanted…" She moved again, guiding her lips to a spot right below his left ear. He felt a moan vibrate low in his throat and fire shoot through his body as she gently bit his neck, leaving his skin tingling for more.

"If you wanted," he agreed in low tones, looking at her with darkening eyes but managing to keep his voice under control.

She spoke softly but matter-of-factly, her breath brushing his cheek. "Seems as though we're not in trouble yet."

"So it seems." He hardly dared breathe.

"Therefore, I could even—" Her hand slid up his thigh and he choked on what little breath he had left in his lungs.

"Why, Hermione," he said in low tones as her hand slowly set about driving him mad. "One would think you wanted to brazenly ravish me in the library."

She looked at him defiantly. "And what if I do?" Her fingers teased every inch of him and he fought the instinct to push into her hand. He could feel his cheeks burning and his lungs gasping as he succumbed to her ministrations.

"What about the consequences?" he asked, tracing a hand up her arm to grace her cheek.

"There won't be any consequences." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Because for once you'll keep quiet."

He looked steadily at her for a moment, noting the seriousness of her voice, the fire in her eyes, and the dust of pink spreading across her cheeks.

Aw, hell. Winner takes all.

"Come here," he growled, pulling her towards him. His lips met hers hungrily, his tongue sweeping through her mouth with intent to possess. He felt like he could never get enough.

But he was damn well going to try.

He felt her body settle on top of his and broke the kiss with a gasp. "What—Hermione--" Her knees were on either side of him and her center pressed into his arousal with insistence. He suppressed a groan, feeling his body push into hers. Then suddenly she was kissing him, sliding her tongue past his and claiming her territory.

He couldn't keep his hands off her. He slipped them under her jumper, under her shirt and found the soft skin of her stomach, remembering too late about the tickle factor.

She broke off and arched her back outwards, trying to get away from his hand. He chuckled and she narrowed her eyes at him. "Find that funny, do you?"

He shrugged rogueishly, a smile playing on his lips, and was about to reply with something witty when he felt her lips on his earlobe and all thought disappeared faster than a golden snitch. "Oh god, Hermione—" The words were a mere breath.

She bit down lightly and he shuddered, rotating his hips against hers, feeling her push back in response. His hands flew to her face and gently pulled her lips back to his. He kissed her thoroughly, intensely, not letting either of them up for air.

His hands slid to her back, easing under her clothing and caressing her soft skin urgently, then gliding up her ribcage and onto the delicate fabric of her bra. He swept his tongue into her mouth and brushed his thumbs over her nipples, swallowing her moan and feeling her hips buck into his.

His hands somehow found their way to the round of her hips and pulled her tight against him, and he couldn't stop himself from grinding against her feverishly. She gasped his name and his insides started to tighten and he knew he didn't want it to end like this.

"Hermione…" he whispered hoarsely, placing a finger under her chin to look her in the eye. "We have to stop."

Hurt flashed in her eyes and he kissed her in an instant. "Not that I want to, you understand, but we're in the library and I'm enjoying myself far too much…" He trailed off with an innocent grin and a gentle push of his hips into hers.

She bit her lip and looked at him questioningly. "We could go somewhere else."

"Oh god, Hermione, don't tempt me!" The corner of her mouth turned up. "You know I have quidditch in a bit. And if I'm late one more time, Harry's going to—Oh, god, don't do that." Her hand, which had been traversing lazily across his chest, had reached his arousal. He covered it with his hand and brought it back to his chest. "It isn't nice to tease."

She leaned forward and kissed him blindingly, then in a flash was gathering her things and making to leave.

She stopped and turned to him just before she disappeared out of sight. She raised an eyebrow. "Revenge is sweet, Ron."

Then she was gone.

Ron didn't move for a long moment, and when he did it was to put his head in his hands in a decided slump.

Then he smiled.

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I almost used the word 'masticate', just for laughs. >;-) oh, and no, a brownie/chocolate syrup package does not exist—at least not in my time zone. artistic license!