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A/N: This is the companion piece to Rhyolite chapters 9/10. A sort-of sequel to Upstairs in the Muggle House. It can be read as a standalone. Enjoy.

Hermione tip-toed to Ron's room, though it really wasn't necessary. He had left the door open, but he was unsure if she would join him. Things between them were stressed and uncomfortable after their first foray into the realm of sexual relations.

"Why are you so embarrassed?" they asked each other at the same time.

"You don't know why I'm embarrassed?" Ron asked incredulously. "Use your giant brain and figure that one out. Why are you embarrassed?"

"Because I can't say filthy things to you," Hermione admitted.

"No one asked you to."

"Then how do I tell you how to… nevermind," Hermione trailed off. She could barely think her sentence, let alone actually say it. She thought it was embarrassing hearing Draco say these things; there was no way she could actually SAY them in front of the man who failed to satisfy her.

"You could just show me how to do the things you like," Ron suggested, hoping for more than educational reasons that she'd agree.

"Jesus Christ, Ron. I could never let you watch me do that."

"What am I supposed to do then?"

"I never said that what you did wasn't good."

"But it wasn't good enough."

"Why can't it be good enough?"

"I don't want good enough. I want to satisfy you," Ron said quietly. "I feel very…unmanly…because I can't please you."

"Ron, I—I don't know what to tell you."

"Tell me why you won't show me what to do."

"I know how much you hate it when…"

"When what, Hermione?"

"When I'm bossy."

"There's a difference between 'touch me here' and 'do your homework.'"

Hermione took Ron's hand in her own. She guided it to her breast and pulled him in for a kiss. Ron squeezed, and the feel of cotton dragging across her nipples made Hermione shiver. Ron's tongue ghosted over her lips. She met it eagerly. She took his hand and pushed it up under her nightshirt. Leaving him to his own devices, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He bunched her shirt up, exposing her breasts. Even in the dim light that seeped in from outside, her nipples stood out against her pale skin.

"I'll do anything you want," Ron said softly.

Hermione lifted up her arms and said, "Take my shirt off."

Ron did as he was told without complaint. Hermione twined her fingers in his soft, red hair and guided his head down to her breast. He feasted on it with gusto. He sucked and bit and flicked until Hermione let out a whimper that screamed "I need more."

Without being asked, Ron removed her knickers. Ron stroked her hip and bit his lip.

"Ron, please," Hermione groaned.

"I don't know what to do," Ron replied helplessly.

Hermione guided his hand between her legs. She took his index finger and placed it where she wanted it most. He kissed her and started moving. He touched her slowly until her kisses became frantic. She clutched at him, fingers digging into his back, as her orgasm washed over her. Ron took his lips from hers.

"Wow," he said. "If it's possible, I want you more now than before."

"Yes."

Ron repositioned himself on top of her. Hermione squirmed, trying to find a better position. In a tangle of limbs, the lovers tumbled from the bed. Hermione shrieked as she toppled over the edge onto Ron who rolled them over and picked up where they left off.

The pair heard a "Holy shit" from the doorway.

"Oh, my gods," Hermione and Ron chorused at the sound of Harry's voice.