Hermione had only been at the Burrow for two weeks before she decided she couldn’t take it anymore.
She was feeling…well, for lack of a better word, sexually frustrated. She knew what she wanted, but for he first time in her life, she didn’t know how to actually get it.
She needed a plan. Before she went insane. She was already losing sleep from the recurring erotic dreams and waking up in the middle of the night, heart pounding, legs wet, and feeling unbelievably promiscuous. You would think that would be torture enough, but oh no, she was less than six feet away with only a thin wall separating her from the star of her dreams.
Some nights she wanted to crash down the wall and jump him. She was seriously considering how to get away with it too, if Mrs. Weasley hadn’t come up with a brilliant plan to solve her troubles.