FIRST CHAPTER OF MY FIRST STORY.
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Hermione curled her feet up onto the couch by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. She was cozy, wrapped up in a blanket with a book propped up onto her knee, furrowing her brow in concentration while she slowly drifted into the book. She always loved doing that, being so involved in the book that she didn't even realize what was going on around her in the real world.
Suddenly, a very husky voice whispered into her ear "Hey Hermione." Hermione looked up in shock to find Ron with his palms on the arm of the couch, kissing the pale skin at her neck that she exposed while she was reading.
She turned around, smiled up at him, and whispered "Hey Ron." She cupped a hand to his cheek and craned her body up to kiss him on the lips. He smiled, getting on top of Hermione while he deepened the kiss. He rubbed his hardness on her, grinding up and down, slowly. His tongue licked her bottom lip, as if requesting the entrance to her mouth. She groaned throatily, which allowed his tongue into her mouth. She could feel his hardness becoming harder, if that was possible.
Their tongues danced together in Hermione's mouth, and she laughed. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, what are you doing?"
"Ican't stand it,Hermione. I want you. Now."he growled into her lips. He started sliding his hand up her shirt.
Hermione froze. She'd never... had it before, and it was all new to her. She was only nineteen, and the memory of the war and all of the people who died was still fresh in her mind. She was still scared, she still stayed up just so she could avoid the nightmares. She was scared to let people in.
"Ron... maybe not tonight..." Hermione trailed off when he pushed his lips onto hers again.
"Hermione. No. I want you. Right now. Please. Come on,"he bit her ear.
"Ron..." Hermione trailed off when his hand came up to the region of her right breast. He started massaging it, slowly.
"Hermione you know you want to. We were going to sooner or later, weren't we?" he said hoarsely.
And he was right. She thought about it, obviously. She thought about it a lot... and she really did love Ron. So with that, she looked up into his blue eyes and pulled him onto her again. This time she kissed him back with the same fiery passion and he did not hesitate to return it. Ron got up, and attached his taunt arms to her feminine thighs, and threw her into the wall, which caused a little gasp to escape her throat. He pushed his arms onto the walls, and put his lips on hers again.
"Your room or mine?" Ron whispered. Hermione was too distracted to answer, so Ron just attached to her thighs again, and started carrying her up the stairs to his room.
Hermione could not explain this at the time, but she started panicking. "Ron... there are people in your room."
"They're all at the bar. It's a bloody Friday. It's what all the guys do on a Friday evening." And with that, he proceeded to kick open the door to the boys' dormitories. He put an invisibility and hearing charm around them just in case anybody happened to walk in. Then, he threw her on the bed took off his shirt.
"Ron...I don't think this is a good idea, maybe not tonight," Hermione whispered, but was cut off by Ronald trailing kisses down her legs. "Ron, come on, let's not do this."
"Hermione. You know you want to." And something right there. Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. They turned black for a second; she swore she saw them turn black.
He pulled up her shirt and hurriedly took off her bra. She was embarrassed, nobody had seen her naked before, and she shied away from Ron, but he didn't notice, didn't even care, he just kept trailing kisses down her neck to her bellybutton. Then, he undid his pants, as well as her skirt.
"Tell me you don't like this. Exactly, Hermione, you want me. You know you do. With that, he pulled off all his clothes and got on top of her.
Hermione blanked on anymore excuses she could come up with, so she closed her eyes, and gave up.
Hermione sighed and pushed her wild curls out of her face in frustration. She was sitting by the fireplace in her new house, curled up in a blanket, with a book propped up on her knee.
It was sad, really. She used to love reading and absorbing context by the fire, but lately, every time she curled up in this position, she kept flashing back to that... that night. She grunted, and shook her head. Why was she thinking about that? It was a perfect night... with the perfect person... so what is going on in her head right now?
"Honey, come in here!" Hermione heard the voice coming from the bedroom, hollering for her. She sighed again, getting up from the couch. Wrapping her blanket around her tired self, she hurried up to the room.
"What is it?" Hermione cried, startled, running into the room, looking wide-eyed around her bedroom. Nothing out of the ordinary. Her eyes swept the room before landing on her fiancé, looking at her in a seducing manner, clad only in tight, black boxers that did not leave much to the imagination.
Ron Weasley crossed over to her quickly, grabbing her dainty waist, kissing her shoulder.
"Ron, could we not? I'm really tired today." Hermione sighed, exasperatedly.
"C'mon baby," he rocked her back and forth.
"I have work early tomorrow, Ron!" Hermione cried.
"That doesn't matter. Let's do this," Ron kissed her lips roughly. Hermione did not answer, and Ron took this as a confirmation. Lifting her onto the bed, he started to take off her nightgown.
Hermione exhaled. Their relationship wasn't perfect, sure, but he kept pressuring her to do this... almost three days a week now. She once again flashed back to the Gryffindor common room scene, three and a little bit years back. She quickly shook it out of her head.
Before this, having sex with Ron was just once in a while before, but now, Ron was becoming more and more eager.
Whatever. She sighed for the last time that night, and let him into her almost unwillingly.