It took an almost comically long minute of them snogging before his two best mates even realized they had an audience. Ron and Hermione were kissing langorously, the snog open-mouthed, all at once lazy and yet feverish. Ron's calloused and large hands were feeling up Hermione's accentuated buttocks through her jeans, a liberty with which the beautiful and ordinarily prim and proper brunette witch appeared not to take offense.