This is the story of Ron and Hermione's stop/start relationship over the last couple of books of the series from Ron's pov, complete with all those dirty little thoughts well all know several hundred teenagers locked in a school will have, most of which have been left out of the series, but which are so much fun to play with! Rated M for a reason, though, so if you don't want to know what Ron does/has done/thinks about doing/wants to do, this story probably isn't for you. Lemons included, if you want them :)
I do not own any of these characters. JK Rowling owns them all, I'm just playing around with teenage wizard horomones ;)
A/N This is my first fanfic story. I definitely have more to go along with this if you want it, so please please please read and review!!!
Being with Lavender, Ron did not felt happy, exactly. At first he enjoyed the attention: the adoring way she looked at him in public and the way she kissed him both in public and more passionately in private. She had even taken his hand and put it on her breast while they were alone in the boy's dormitory today and it was clear she had wanted to do more than just let him feel her up. This had excited Ron, but he had stopped after a few minutes and had tried to keep her from noticing his hard cock while making an excuse about hearing someone on the stairs outside.
That night, lying in bed, when Seamus, Dean, Neville and Harry were all either asleep or busy trying to keep their own activities silent, Ron lay back and thought about Lavender earlier in the day. He reached down to where his too-small pajama pants were straining around his cock and pressed his hand against it through the thin fabric, exhaling slowly. He closed his eyes as his hand made its way under the elastic of the waist-band to stroke up the length of his erection. It didn't take long for him to pick up a rhythm, and he started bucking his hips up to meet his hand, trying to be quiet in the near-silence of the dark dormitory. Almost unconsciously, the image of Lavender in his head was replaced by an image of Hermione, moaning his name into his mouth has he teased her soft breast in his big hand. He felt his body tense and he turned his head into his pillow, grunting as he came all over his Chudley Canons t-shirt.
His cock twitched and he groaned quietly as he continued to stroke it softly until his erection subsided. Once he caught his breath he grabbed his wand from the side of his bed and muttered a quick tergeo to get rid of the cum drying on his shirt before rolling over and falling asleep almost immediately, images of Hermione still vivid in his mind.
Ron felt guilty as he dodged Lavender's kiss the next morning and saw the hurt look that came across her face, but after yesterday he was convinced that he didn't actually want to be with her. He didn't think he had much chance of being with Hermione either after the way he had been treating her the past few months but he didn't want to keep up this charade with Lavender and ruin any chance he might have left. Besides, even though he felt bad for snubbing her, Lavender was really starting to annoy him and he knew she didn't hold a fraction of the appeal Hermione did for him.