Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own Harry Potter; entities too numerous to list do. I just dabble in their world for a while.
Author's Note: This is my first piece of HP fan fiction, and it has a lime tinge to it to boot. Any and all comments would be appreciated, especially in the characterization department. So, without further delay:
At a Loss
"I'd admonish you for talking with your mouth full, Ron,"
A noise of dissent came from the foot of the bed and a startled gasp responded from the head.
"…but then I'd be…ah!...a hypocrite," Hermione finished.
Ron lifted his head long enough to smirk at the bookworm before bending back down and redoubling his efforts.
"Well, you always-hey!-s were the strong…" At this Ron demonstrated a bit of his strength. "and quiet, er, no...I mean yes, uh, silent type."
Ron played his part out as he played Hermione like a well-tuned instrument.
"I mean, oh, well! that," Hermione had to stop to regain her equilibrium as Ron had decided to reach up with a hand to tease her chest. "…that I may…have to pay…"
Ron had added his unused hand to the mix below, and Hermione gripped the sheets like a vice. Her mouth lolled open as her eyes fluttered to and fro, betraying her mind rushing to continue its thoughts.
"…pay you, uh, back…for this…later," Hermione managed.
She felt a smile blossom on the redhead's face at her (admittedly strangled) words and felt his actions become more concentrated.
"Don't think, oh, I think… it's…it's…" Hermione's head bucked as Ron gave a long lick upwards as he raised his head again. The hitherto mute part of the pair finally spoke after watching Hermione's eyes try to bore a hole through his head.
"It's what, 'Mione?" His fingers continued the work his mouth had abandoned.
"It's…it…" Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head as if to clear it.
"We've covered that already," Ron traced a nonsensical pattern along Hermione's abdomen as she struggled to speak.
"I…I…" Hermione's mouth refused to obey her racing mind.
Ron, seeing the opening, seized Hermione's lips with his own, bringing their torsos into contact. His fingers fluttered against sensitized flesh and he felt Hermione tense below him as she exhaled sharply into his mouth.
Ron released his hold on all of Hermione's flushed lips and crawled up to lay beside the breathless girl. Hermione turned towards him as if to speak, but he had to wait, as Hermione's faculties hadn't quite come back online yet.
"It's fun, y'know, seeing you like this," Ron murmured into her ear. "You're so in control – of yourself and the world around you. To see you lose that grip…"
Hermione, despite having temporarily lost her voice, showed clearly to Ron that she had not, indeed, lost her grip.
"It's refreshing," Ron finished through clenched teeth. Hermione kissed him then, not caring an iota about her absent vocabulary; the kiss said more (and more eloquently) than she possibly could've articulated at that moment.