"God, they think they're being so subtle," Ron whispered to Hermione. Sirius was making eyes at Lita across the table as he swirled the wine in his glass, grasping it at the mouth. Lita smiled a sly smile back at him, leaning forward unconsciously, her arms crossed under her breasts on the table. Her body language was set to entice. Hermione giggled, covering her mouth.
Harry leaned over, looking at them quizzically. He was completely unaware of the flirting going on at the end of the table. Hermione ignored him, leaning back to peek underneath the table. Lita and Sirius both had their shoes off and their feet were touching. Hermione snapped her head back up and worked to control her facial expression, trying not to burst into laughter as she lifted her glass to her lips. Ron patted Harry on the back, nodding to reassure him he'd clue him in after dinner. Fred and George sat across from them, both grinning devilishly. Their eyes were glued on Sirius and Lita as well. Hermione kicked Fred under the table and nodded ever so briefly downward. Fred got the cue and peeked underneath, and almost immediately put an elbow onto the table and held a hand up blocking his face from view from his left, trying to disguise a sputtering laugh as a cough.
Sirius rose suddenly, pushing his chair back, and Hermione's heart skipped, thinking he had noticed their laughter. She relaxed when she saw that he had eyes only for Lita. "Excuse us, everyone," he said, holding a hand out to her. "Thank you, Kreacher, for another excellent dinner." With that, they disappeared up the stairs.
The table broke into laughter. Even Lupin smiled, blushing gently. Harry looked from face to face for an explanation.
"God, they're like teenagers," George said, recovering from his laughing fit.
"Well I'm happy for them," said Ron. "They deserve a good shag after twelve years."
"Ronald!" Hermione said, smacking him on the thigh, scandalized. The table had already erupted into another round of laughter, this time with Harry in on the joke. Through tears, Fred held his glass high.
"To shagging!"
"To shagging!" came the echo from Ron, Harry, and George. Lupin lifted his glass, shaking with silent laughter. Ginny rolled her eyes and slipped away from the table. Harry stood, looking immediately contrite and concerned, and followed her away.
George watched them go, then turned to the table. "Guess they took our toast to heart, eh Fred?"
"Precious lovebirds, George. Precious." Fred shook his head before draining his glass. "And with that, we're off to balance the books. See you folks in the morning." The two rose and headed up the stairs. "Balancing the books" was often code for sharing a joint on the balcony attached to their room. Ron snickered as they headed up.
Hermione turned to Ron. "Don't be vulgar at the table!" she chided. He grinned.
"Where am I to be vulgar, then?" he asked. "Where would you prefer?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and Hermione laughed, pushing him away gently. Lupin smiled and watched them flirt for a moment before slipping away from the table, leaving them alone.
"You brute. I can't believe you sometimes. I'm going into the library." Her hand lingered on his shoulder for a moment before she rose and turned down the hall, disappearing into the dank room. Ron shook his head, watching her go.
He trudged up the stairs, debating whether he should turn around and follow her. Perhaps he would go back down soon to talk to her more. When he reached the second floor landing, Fred and George were both crouched in the hall outside of the door to Sirius's room. Fred turned to him and put a finger over his lips. Ron tread lightly, crouching beside them. They were at the door of Sirius's room, open just a crack. Fred pointed a finger toward the sight inside. Through the crack, they could see Lita's nude upper body bouncing atop Sirius as he fucked her. Quiet moans were audible from inside. George turned to Ron and held his hands to his chest, miming giant breasts, then held his open palms to the ceiling, turning his face up in an "oh my God" gesture.
Ron couldn't help but agree. Lita's tits were massive. The three watched, entranced, for several minutes before Harry came down from the third floor. George saw him at the last second and mimed at him to be silent just in time. He too crouched to take a look. His eyes widened when he saw through the crack. Ron watched him work through a crisis of conscience before finally tearing his eyes away. He stood, shook his head at the three Weasley brothers, and went to the room he shared with Ron, closing the door loudly behind him. They scattered, worried that the noise would attract the attention of Lita and Sirius, each disappearing into their rooms.
Harry sat on his bed, looking out the window. He turned to face Ron as he entered. "You should leave them alone."
"They left the door open! Not my fault." said Ron, shrugging. Harry chuckled, shaking his head.
"Yeah, I can't believe they did that. Still, though. What would Hermione think?" Ron sucked in air through his teeth, shaking his head.
"Yeah, you're right mate. She'd be right pissed. Also, glad you're not the type to ogle some other girl while going after my sister."
"Also, she's not just 'some other girl', she's my godfather's girlfriend. Which is weird."
"He sure is athletic, let me tell you."
"God, Ron!" Harry laughed.
"Seriously! I think they're still at it back there! Did you see the range of motion?" Harry covered his face, shaking with laughter.
Ron made his way back down the stairs to the library. Hermione was draped across the couch, a book in her hands. She looked up as he entered, smiling.
"Whatcha readin'?" he asked, settling in next to her on the couch. She sat up and he reclined, resting his arm on the back of the couch behind her. She wore a light pink fuzzy sweater that clung to her body.
"It's a history of the Wizarding War of 1893. Very informative." She held up the dusty tome, showing the gilt-edged pages. He immediately felt out of his depth.
"That sounds lovely. I'm just going to hang out in here and watch you read it," he said, passive. He wanted nothing more than to be in the same room as her. She smiled and lay back, resting her legs on his lap. They sat like this for fifteen minutes, buzzing in each others' warmth.
The image of Lita and Sirius fucking flickered in his mind. He briefly imagined Hermione bouncing on him that same way, before immediately realizing that he shouldn't with her legs resting on his lap like this. He tried to think of something else, anything else. The situation was dire.
"Tell me about the Wizarding War of 1894," he said suddenly. She looked up.
"1893," she corrected.
"Oh. That doesn't flow quite as well, does it?" he joked. She giggled. He thought back to a time where she would have argued with him over a statement like that.
"It was a war fought over regulations of indigenous users of magic. The repercussions are still felt today. So much knowledge was lost because most indigenous magic was banned after the war," she said, diving into her explanation. "The imperialist ministry of magic outlawed anything that they didn't understand, or that didn't fit into their cultural norms. It was made illegal to teach magic outside of a licensed school, and of course no licenses were given to tribal teachers. Magic had to be taught in secret, or indigenous children sent to boarding schools to learn ministry-approved magic only, and have their culture erased in the process."
"Wow. That is a huge bummer."
"Yes, Ron, it's a huge bummer."
"I was hoping it would be something cool, like flying broom battles or thestral cavalry or something like that."
"There's never anything cool about war, Ron."
"I dunno about that, you were pretty cool when we were at war." She rolled her eyes and kicked him gently, but smiled at him.
"You were too, you know," she said.
"Really?" He grinned, raising one eyebrow, and wrapped his arms around her legs. She laughed and squealed as he pulled her toward him onto his lap. She didn't tell him to stop. Her book fell to the floor and she didn't even notice. She leaned into his chest.
"God, you're so warm," she said, settling in against him. He breathed deep, trying to slow his pounding heart. She could probably hear it. He cradled her with one arm, and the other rested on her thigh.
"Ron?" Her face tilted toward his.
"Hmm?"
"Do you still have nightmares about it? The war, I mean?" Her expression had turned serious. She searched his face. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.
"Yes, I do." What else was there to say? They were no longer every night, but even his regular dreams held a sense of unease for him now. Harry had it the worst, and still woke up yelling sometimes, but they were all damaged in some way.
"I keep dreaming about being lost in the woods, wearing the necklace," she said. He shivered involuntarily. The evil thing had wormed its way into many of his dreams, too. "And it's awful. Ginny doesn't get it. She wasn't there, so she doesn't have patience for me waking up in the middle of the night. I know she's dealing with her own baggage from the battle, but... It's not the same." Ron nodded, frowning.
"Yeah, she saw a lot less than we did over the years. Harry has it the worst, but you and I are still pretty fucked up," he said. She barked a short, high laugh and pressed her face into his chest.
"That we are, Ronald." She tilted her face up to his. He leaned in as if pulled by a magnetic force and kissed her, pulling her closer. She tensed at first, surprised, then relaxed into his arms and kissed him back. Minutes passed like seconds as they kissed, lost in each other.
The door swung open and they separated, heads turning to the sound. Ginny stood in the open doorway, eyes wide.
"Oh! Sorry, I just came to see if you were in here, Hermione," she stammered, her face flushed. Ron glared at her, nodding toward the hallway. "Sorry, sorry, I'm going!" She turned and fled, shutting the door behind her.
Hermione turned back to Ron, laughing. "We're so busted. She's going to tell everyone." She snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him again. "It's okay, though. I don't even care."
The next morning, Ron tiptoed barefoot past Sirius and Lita's room, trying to ignore the dubious noises from within. It was still open a sliver but he kept walking this time, following the smell of breakfast down the stairs.
When he'd finally returned to their room the night before, his hair wet from the shower, Harry sat up in bed and switched on a lamp, grinning.
"Heard you and Hermione were spotted trying to swallow each other's tongues."
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron said, throwing up his hands. "I guess she's gone and told the whole house."
"Even Lupin's heard by now, I expect."
"Oh, God," said Ron, rolling his eyes and flopping down onto his bed. "She's probably up there interrogating Hermione, she's such a little rat-oh. No offense, mate."
"Nope, it's too late. You've offended me, and now you have to answer all my questions." Harry sat with his arms crossed, back straight, and chin high. He wore a grin that showed he wasn't serious, but Ron knew he'd still grill him for answers.
Ron propped himself up on his elbows, sighing. "Fine then, on with it. What do you want to know?"
"Well there's the obvious question," Harry said, matter of fact.
"No clue, mate."
"Oh come on, Ron. Did you do it? Was it Ron, in the library, with the lead pipe?"
Ron rolled over, burying his face in the pillow laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "Swear to God, Harry, I'm never letting you play muggle games with my dad ever again," he managed to say, gasping.
"I'm still waiting on an answer to my question." Harry wore a mock-serious expression on his face.
Ron sat up, rubbing his eyes. "No, we didn't 'do it'," he said, making air quotes with his fingers. "We'd have to be crazy. We'd already been walked in on once, no thanks to your girlfriend."
"She's not my-you know it's not official!" Harry protested.
"So when are you going to make it official, hm? I need a brother in law, Harry. Time's tickin'." Harry shook his head and held his hands out.
"No, no, no! This is about you, not me. You're going to answer my questions. So tell me. How far did it go?"
"Oh, so you can report back to my sister? That's fine, there's nothing to tell. We just kissed. That's all."
"Oh really? Ginny told me she was on your lap and you had your hand up her skirt," Harry said, his lips pursed into a mischievous grin. Ron's mouth fell open.
"She wasn't even wearing a skirt! You saw her! I can't believe she said that."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "So she was, in fact, sitting in your lap, then?"
"Maybe. None of your business." Ron rolled over in bed, facing the wall.
"It's everyone's business now."
"I think she did it on purpose," he said, talking over his shoulder. "She knew we were both down there so she waited at the door to try to catch us."
"You're sounding a little paranoid, Ron."
"Yeah, you didn't grow up with her, mate. I lived through it. Ever since she was old enough to talk she's been a tattletale."
After more deflected questions and mumbled goodnights, the lamp was switched off.
At the table in the morning, he found that Lupin was the only other person already up. The dark circles under Lupin's eyes suggested it was that time of the month. Ron didn't keep up with the lunar calendar, so he could never be sure. Lupin smirked at him despite his apparent exhaustion. Ron shook his head. "Leave it, Harry already gave me the third degree last night."
Lupin chuckled. "I wasn't going to say anything."
"What did Ginny tell you? I heard she's been spreading lies."
"Ah, to be young. You know, when Tonks and I first got together we took our fair share of flak too. I know how you feel."
Ron shook his head, his expression dark. "Do you have a gossipy sister?"
"No, but I had your mother, who was just as bad as one," he said, grinning. Ron nodded.
"So that's where she gets it from."
"Have you seen Ron? I brought him a treat," Hermione asked Harry, holding up a paper bag. Hermione and Ginny had just returned from a snack run. A muggle sweet shop had recently opened a few blocks away, and the residents of the Black house were constantly walking over.
"I think he's upstairs, said he was resting." Hermione nodded and made her way to the second floor. She was almost to Ron's door when she heard the moans from across the hall.
She turned back out of curiosity. They came from Sirius and Lita's room. She tiptoed slowly to the door, peeking through the opening. It was open several inches, and she got a full view. She could see Sirius's naked back and shoulders, bent over Lita's spread thighs. His face was buried between them. She could see his jaw working from through the door. Lita writhed and moaned, running her fingers through his hair. Her full breasts rocked with her motion. Hermione froze, her body flooding with sensation, before she turned her back to the wall and nearly collapsed against it, leaning back to support herself. Her arms were crossed over her chest as if she was clutching at her throat. The moans only became more persistent, and Hermione ached.
Ron pulled his door open and stepped into the hall, noticing Hermione just as Lita's muffled words cut through the space. "God, Sirius, you're going to make me cum," she said, her voice a low whine. Hermione gasped, jerking back to look through the gap again and Ron crossed the short distance between them. He peeked through the door to see what went on inside, and couldn't meet Hermione's eyes once he had. She was probably horrified, disgusted, offended at her core. All he could feel was desire. He'd jerked it furiously in the shower the night before, burning off the energy from their make-out session, but here was the feeling again, threatening to spill over because he couldn't stop thinking about doing to Hermione what Sirius was doing to Lita.
"Can you believe them? With the door OPEN?" she whispered, her voice raspy. He shook his head, wearing his best 'appalled' face. He pressed his lips together in fake disdain. He couldn't make himself look directly at her. Hermione closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, breathing in deep through her barely-parted lips.
She ignored his look and reached for his hand, pulling him close enough to whisper in his ear. She pressed her body against his. "I want that," she said, trailing her fingers down the front of his shirt. Ron's whole body electrified. His veins felt like they were filled with fire, running through him at the pace of his heart beating overtime. He stood stunned for a moment before pulling back to look into her eyes for confirmation. She nodded. He peeked back through the door over his shoulder, making quick mental notes on form and method before taking her by the hand to his room. She pulled the door closed and locked it behind her, shutting out the sounds of Lita and Sirius.
Ron stood awkwardly by the bed. Hermione pulled out her wand. "Hold on just a moment," she said. "Silencio." She soundproofed the room, her motions crisp. "Now we can relax."
She put down the pastry bag she'd been carrying and stepped out of her shoes, walking over to Ron by the bed. She kissed him, standing on tiptoes to reach. He tried to put his arms around her but she grabbed his hands, guiding them down to the button of her jeans. His erection surged, leaving him almost dizzy with want. He fumbled with the button, hyperaware of her skin against the backs of his fingers. When he finally managed to work it free she pushed her jeans off of her hips and to the floor and fell back onto the bed. She leaned back, propping herself up with her arms, knees pressed together. Her panties were white cotton, simple and cute. She stared pointedly at the bulge in Ron's pants before meeting his eyes.
Ron pulled off his shirt over his head. To his shock and delight, Hermione mirrored him. He watched as she lifted her sweater up and off, revealing a matching white cotton bralette. He could see the outline of her nipples poking out underneath the thin fabric. He descended on her, straddling and kissing her hard. He kissed her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, her chest. She moaned and pulled her hands away from him for a moment to wriggle out of her bralette, exposing her breasts. He sat up and stared.
"Oh God, bloody hell," he muttered, taking her in. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling and roguish. She pulled him back down, kissing him desperately, pulling his hands to her breasts, interlacing her fingers with his from behind as he squeezed her.
She pulled back from his kiss and looked up at him, her lips forming a perfect pout. "Please, Ron," she said, her eyes wide with need. Her legs were spread around him. He picked her up, slid off her panties and tossed them into the corner, leaving her nude. His cock pressed painfully against his jeans. Hermione pulled him down by the shoulders. He straddled her thigh as they kissed. He reached down and slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing against her clit.
"Like this?" he asked, and she reached down and readjusted his fingers. The heat from her body against his fingertips made his head spin.
"Like that," she said, and pressed her hips against his hand. He was startled by the pressure at first and pulled back, worried that he was hurting her. She shook her head and guided his hand back into position, holding it in place. Her thigh brushed against his cock as she moved with the rhythm, and he was also keenly aware of her nipples against his bare chest. All of his senses were fully engaged. He was overwhelmed, trying to etch the experience into the deepest grooves of his mind while staying present in the moment.
Hermione pushed his hand deeper between her legs and he felt a hot, slippery wetness. He lifted his hand to his lips and tasted her as she watched, enthralled. He licked the juice from his fingers slowly, savoring the taste. When he'd licked up every drop, he pulled away from her and knelt at the edge of the bed, settling between her legs. She sat up, watching him closely. He gave a self-conscious grin as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
"Have to let the pressure off," he said. "Don't worry. I won't try anything." Hermione giggled. Her body was poised expectantly.
Ron leaned down between her thighs, breathing her scent in deep. Her mons was covered in short, dark fuzz, and her lips were already parted. He stared for a moment, gathering his courage, before landing a kiss at the top of the cleft. He felt her tense as he spread her open with his fingers. He thought of what he had watched Sirius do, and decided to start smaller.
She gasped as his tongue met her skin. He circled her clit gently and she moaned, lying back on the bed, relaxing into his ministrations. He handed her a pillow to lay on without breaking contact and she propped herself up, watching down the line of her body as he worked. He settled into a steady pace, taking his cues from her. She moaned with the long, slow licks that started low and used the broadest part of his tongue. Soon she had her head flung back and her mouth open, her moans filling the room. He could feel her body tightening like a guitar string on the verge of snapping. She ran her fingers through his hair. He focused his attentions on her clit, working it the way Sirius had done to Lita. Her thighs pressed in on either side of his face and he wanted to stay between them forever.
Her moans grew even louder and her grip tightened on his hair and he knew he had her. Her body tensed and bucked beneath him but he didn't stop until she breathlessly told him to. His mouth was wet from the act. Hermione lay winded on the bed, trying to catch her breath. He leaned down to give her sex one last kiss.
Suddenly the door swung open. "Hey Ron, Hermione was looking-oh shit, so sorry," Harry said, backing out of the doorway immediately and covering his eyes.
"Shut the door!" Ron shouted, jumping onto the bed and shielding Hermione from view with his body. She pulled the covers over her, eyes wide. His pants sagged, falling off his hips and pooling at his ankles.
Harry was pulling the door closed just as they heard footsteps approaching. "Hm? Everything all right in there?" Sirius poked his head through the door, wearing only an open bathrobe and boxers. Harry leaned back out of his way as he pushed the door open again. "Oh, fuck, my bad," he said, turning about-face the moment he saw the pair on the bed. Harry pulled the door shut, still apologizing.
They were left in silence again.
"Oh, fuck, Ron, I'm so sorry! I was sure I locked the door!" she said, holding her face in her hands. He stood and pulled his pants back on and groped around for his shirt. Hermione gathered up her clothes and hastily dressed.
"I saw you lock it! I don't know what happened either. I'm so sorry. I should have done something," he said, sitting down hard on the bed next to her. He still had an erection that showed no sign of going away on its own. Desire burned in his core and he fought to keep a clear head.
"I've got to go before someone else walks in on us. You were amazing," she said, kissing him on the cheek. She darted out the door and up the stairs, leaving the door ajar behind her. Ron pulled his shirt on over his head and sat in a daze for a few moments. The door slowly swung open again and Harry looked in. Once he saw that Ron was alone and fully dressed, he stepped through the doorway. Ron looked up, and then they both looked into the corner and saw the white pair of panties still lying on the floor. They made awkward eye contact.
"Ron, I'm really-"
"Gotta go take a shower, mate," Ron said urgently. He grabbed the panties from the floor and darted out of the room before Harry could finish his sentence. Harry grabbed the sweetshop bag and began eating the forgotten treats.
When the bathroom door was shut and securely locked behind him, Ron looked at the panties in his balled fist and groaned, that familiar feeling of misery and ecstasy warring inside him taking center stage. He kicked off his pants and boxers and threw his shirt to the ground, then held the thin cotton fabric of the panties to his face, breathing in the scent of Hermione's pussy. His cock was already hard and he stroked it, feeling the heat coursing through his body. The sensations were all still so fresh, and he ran over and over the sights and sounds in his mind. Her moans. Her taste. Her eagerness. It wasn't long before he felt himself tipping over the edge. He moaned involuntarily, riding out the longest orgasm of his life, then leaning back against the door, his knees weak.
Later, after his shower and a very awkward dinner spent dodging glances from Fred and George, Sirius caught him in the hallway.
"Listen, I probably should have told you kids this when you moved in, but the doors here are a little... wonky, I suppose? My grandmother was always very paranoid that all of the teenagers were having sex, and of course we were, so she charmed the doors to open when you try to lock them, to keep us on our toes."
Ron sighed. "That is mental. Old bat. Yeah, it would've been nice to know."
"Yes, yes, sorry. I forget. I'm so used to it that I don't even think about it. But just so you know, Ginny and Hermione's room was hers, so it's not affected. Might be more suitable for your needs," he said. He winked and clapped Ron on the shoulder before disappearing on down the hall.