In any other context that didn't involve his hands roaming over her, she would have swatted him for such cheek. As it was, Hermione let her breath hitch, even as Ron spun her around and amorously pulled her into his arms. His calloused and strong hands moved to her waist and then shifted lower, heavily caressing the smart curve of her bum through her jeans – first one arse cheek, and then the other.