Ronald felt pretty sick though he had just gone out drinking with Harry and some of his family members, he woke with more than just a hangover. He woke up feeling just a little nauseated recalling the strange conversation him and Harry had that night about Hermione. Hermione. Ron felt bile rising up, but it wasn’t because he was disgusted with her. Ron didn’t know exactly how to feel about her, he was jealous, and he hated Malfoy. How can one actually like any Malfoy he didn’t know. But he had few dark dreams of watching her and him fucking. She enjoyed it so much and while he could think she liked him and his efforts. Ron could only wince as he spoke to Harry, telling him of their first time. He knew she didn’t enjoy it, and knew that he was a shite head. He could learn better, but felt too that Hermione certainly was out of his reach entirely. Harry questioned him thoroughly. It was strange in a way his friends avid questions. 