Ron lifted the heavy lid of Harry's trunk as gingerly as possible. He had gotten pretty good at borrowing his friend's cloak without his knowledge, or permission. He felt guilty, but not for borrowing the invisibility cloak. He felt guilty for sneaking out of their dormitory in the darkest hours of the night to snog their friend. And lately, they'd been adventuring into more than just kissing. Ron had made a habit of meeting Hermione in the Gryffindor common room late at night, and it quickly became his favorite part of the day. They didn't need to be invisible for these meetings, but it was a nice insurance policy to have near by if they were to be walked in on. Ron's anticipation slowly turned to frustration as he blindly felt around the contents of Harry's trunk, no cloak. Puzzled, Ron opened the lid further and craned his neck to peer inside. He closed the trunk in defeat when he finally realized Harry's bed was empty. Clearly his friend had already snuck out tonight without inviting him along. Determined, Ronald crept down the stairs to the common room without the cover of the invisibility cloak.
"Took you long enough." Hermione jested in a hushed tone. She marked her page and closed the book she was reading. Ron smiled and sat beside her on the sofa across from the fireplace.
"I think Harry's out roaming the castle tonight." He told her.
"He's not the only one." She informed him, pointing to a Gryffindor sweater on the floor near the fire. She noted the slight concern in his voice. "Worried he'll catch us?" She teased further, tugging at the neck of his shirt and pulling him into a quick kiss.
Ron smirked, "You're not?"
She sighed, running a hand through his red hair. It was getting pretty long, even by Weasley standards. "It's about time we let him know anyway, don't you think?"
"I s'pose." Ron agreed, "But do you really want him to find out by walking in on us?"
"No, not really." Hermione said before kissing him again, "We'd better make this quick then." He didn't object. Hermione readjusted herself onto Ron's lap, and his hands naturally found her waist. As she snogged him she rocked her hips gently. Ron's hands grew ever braver. Hermione broke their kiss and leaned slightly away. She took his hands in hers and guided them higher. Ron swallowed the air in his throat. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he felt hers. Hermione bit her lip. She loved how easy it was to excite him. She felt powerful. She giggled and leaned back in to kiss him, before sliding off his lap and running a hand up his thigh. She squeezed his leg just before the bulge in his trowsers. Hermione continued toying with the boy, rubbing him through his pants. Feeling brave herself, she slid a hand into Ron's waistband.
She grabbed hold of him through his boxers and it flexed stiff in her hand. This time Ron's gulp was audible. Hermione giggled once again as she stroked him. She kept thinking it was done growing and kept finding herself surprised when it wasn't. Hermione hadn't payed much mind to the wandering hands that explored her body so far, but it was hard not to take notice when Ronald's fingers entered her trowsers and slid down her front. Her heart skipped as they brushed over her panties. Ron traced tiny circles with his fingertip that made her shiver. He pressed a little more firmly and Hermione gasped lightly. She briefly released her grip on him and quickly slid her hand beneath the last layer of fabric. Ronald felt her panties dampening, and felt the heat pulsing off of her. Ron stood and removed his pants, a few red hairs poked from the top of his boxers. He mustered all his courage and knelt to remove Hermione's bottoms. She smiled and helped him slide her trowsers down her legs and over her ankles.
Hermione lay down on her back, parting her legs slightly, and Ron climbed over her. When they felt their hips press together they both required a moment to catch their breath. Ron pressed his pelvis into hers in a smooth repetitive motion. It felt incredible, but they both wanted more.
"Ron..." Hermione panted, "Don't stop." He didn't. Ron increased his pace and pressure, digging his groin into hers through two thin layers of cotton. He looked down at the wet spots in their undergarments and smiled. Ron kissed the girl, and his hand seemed to glide up her flat stomach. He felt hard bumps through the fabric of Hermione's bra as he handled her chest. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly, her wild hair splayed out behind her, her skin seemed to glisten as they broke a sweat. She was absolutely stunning.
Ron leaned back and placed a thumb near the top of the damp spot in Hermione's panties. He pressed into her and gently massaged the area. Hermione stifled a small moan. She ran her fingers back through his fiery head of hair. Ron pressed harder and increased his tempo. Hermione's eyes shot open and her jaw dropped. "Don't stop." She ordered, grabbing on tightly. Ron obliged. Hermione began trembling, biting down on her knuckle to avoid squealing. Keeping his thumb in place became more difficult as her hips buckled and shook. Pleasure overwhelmed her.
"Did you just...?" Ron trailed off. He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. Still Catching her breath, Hermione sat up and kissed him.
She bit her lip through a wide smile, "That was brilliant Ronald."
"Well." Ron said smugly, folding his arms behind his head, "I have been practicing."
Still smiling, Hermione rolled her eyes, "Quiet." She shoved him onto his back. She crawled over him and once again straddled his lap. As she lowered herself into position any stiffness Ron had lost was regained. Starting slowly back and forth, Hermione ground her groin down into his. The pace of Ron's breath increased with the speed of her movements.
"Ready?" Hermione asked him smiling.
"For what?
She climbed off his lap and made her way down his body. She lifted his shirt to kiss his stomach just above the red hairs peeking out of his waistband.
"Oh." Said Ron. "I'm ready... Are you?"
Hermione just smiled and pulled at the boxers. They slid slowly down Ron's hips until he sprung free. This time both students gulped. Hermione was exhilarated, and more than a little nervous. She leaned in and kissed the tip, watching Ron's face to guage his reaction. The courage built inside her. Licking her lips, Hermione enveloped the first few inches in her mouth. Her lips conformed to it's shape and her tongue found it's tip. She glimpsed Ron's white-knuckled grip on the cushion of the sofa. Circling the tip with her tongue she braved deeper, and deeper. When he reached the back of her throat she nearly gagged but tried not to let him notice. She had found her limit, at least for now. She slowly lifted her head and repeated.
"Blimey Hermione..." Ron breathed.
She removed him from her mouth and took a deep breath. "How am I doing?"
"Bloody brilliant!" Ron replied.
"Well..." She imitated his cocky tone, "I have been practicing."
"What?" Ron snapped, propping himself up on his elbows and furrowing his brow, "With who?!"
"Relax." Hermione giggled, "I'm only joking..." She licked him from the base to the tip. "You're my first."
Ron eased back into a more comfortable position, as Hermione eased him back through her lips. Her head continued bobbing up and down. Soon it was too much for Ron to take. Hermione made a surprised sound as he filled her mouth. She swallowed and licked away the remaining drop.
"How was that?" She asked eagerly.
Ron thought a moment, "Best knob job of my life.
She clapped a hand on his chest smiling, "Honestly Ronald! Would it kill you to have a genuine moment?"
"I honestly think it might, yeah." Ron said grinning like an idiot. They giggled as they pulled their trowsers back on, and Ron his nickers. He lay back down with Hermione beside him. She rested her head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. Ron held her tightly and thought to himself how lucky he was. "Honestly Hermione..." He whispered, "It was incredible. You are incredible." He kissed the top of her head.
"You know, you've got your moments too." She replied with a yawn.
"You really ought to get some sleep Hermione."
"I know. You should too." They both yawned. "But I don't want to get up."
"I don't want you to..." Ron admitted. And there, on the sofa across from the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger spent their first night in each other's arms.