Healing by Exploring
The Battle of Hogwarts had ended in a win for the castle's defenders - but barely. Both Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter had died when they were hit simultaneously with Killing Curses fired at each other. The prophecy had been interpreted all wrong - the possibility that neither could live literally had been ignored.
Now, Harry's best friends - Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger - were up in the Gryffindor Common Room together, dealing with their grief. Hermione was still wearing the robes of Bellatrix Lestrange from their break-in to Gringotts. Though mourning his best friend's death, Ron still thought his girlfriend looked incredibly sexy in the clothes of her torturer - never mind the reminder of said torture brought anger to his heart and a sadistic thanks that the monster Lestrange was also dead.
The new lovers now sat on a bed in an empty compartment of the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. Their crying had halted hours before, but they were still depressed.
"Let's try not to think about it, love," Ron soothed. "We need to cheer ourselves up, and more importantly, rest."
"I can't!" Hermione wept, as she got up and moved away from him. Ron calmly followed and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I know how we can cheer ourselves up," he said softly. He pressed himself against her bum, and he felt Hermione tense. She turned her head back to him and her gaze softened. Ron turned her face back further and kissed her earnestly. Hermione kissed him back with equal fervor.
As they continued to snog, Ron let his hands roam. He hiked up the lower half of her dress with one hand. He slipped his other hand into her knickers and felt her heat. Instantly, Ron felt wetness burst onto his hand, and Hermione's thighs splay wider. She gasped into his mouth, and Ron took the moment to pry her lips apart a little more and plunge his tongue inside; Hermione nearly choked in shock, but then relaxed and let their tongues massage each other.
Ron's free hand let the dress fabric fall and he now moved on to cup Hermione's left breast, which - along with her cleavage - was very accentuated. He kneaded its flesh and stroked her nipple; Hermione moaned in pleasure.
Ron's lips now parted briefly from Hermione's as he kissed and nipped at her neck, working his way to the dress's brooch/clasp at her collarbone. He split it apart with his teeth before nudging the cloth off her shoulders, and his mouth sprang back to Hermione's as the top half of the dress now fell away, to reveal her bra and bare skin from the waist up. His right hand switched from her breast to the bra's clasp, and soon it too fell away.
Ron and Hermione paused in their kissing. Hermione's face was flushed and she was breathing hard; Ron adored feeling her breasts heave up and down with each gulp of air.
"Well, Mr. Weasley, you certainly know how to undress me," she panted.
"You're beautiful, you know, more than I dreamed," Ron told her softly. He was taking glances at her breasts, one of which had a light gash in it from the fighting. Hermione bit her lip and looked down.
"No, I'm not," she murmured.
Ron forced her to look at him. "You are." He then separated from her, and proceeded to strip down right before her eyes. Hermione was so surprised; she couldn't look away until it was too late. She saw Ron in all his glory, including his manhood. She turned her face away slightly at the sight of it, blushing furiously, her mouth barely curved into a smile. Ron boldly began to stroke his member and grinned wide.
"It's bigger, you know, when I think of you. Since probably second year, you've been the thought that's led to these." Hermione chanced a glance at him, then turned away again at the sight of his erection getting harder and larger.
"I'm, uh, a bit…. flattered," she said softly. In truth, she approved of Ron's genitalia, very much, but was too conscious to say so.
Ron, suddenly, seized her waist and pulled her to him. The gasp died in Hermione's throat as Ron's hand heavily caressed her bum, before cupping each cheek.
"Ron, I've never made love before," she hissed, even though her resistance to the idea was crumbling by the second. Next moment, Ron had raised her leg to his waist. Hermione quickly jumped on him, folding both her legs around his waist and crashing her lips back to his. The pair staggered back into the adjacent bathroom, into a shower stall. Ron's member humped her center, and then suddenly, he had pulled her knickers down and rammed his hard cock into Hermione's wet heat. Hermione let out a cry of shock and pain. To his credit, Ron stopped at once.
"Bloody hell, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
Hermione shook her head. "No. It always hurts the first time for a girl. Just…go slow."
Ron began to thrust into her gently, and in turn, Hermione rolled her hips, an impish smile on her face. Meanwhile, they kissed like mad. Ron suddenly remembered something and tore away from her lips.
"Did you do the contraceptive spell?" Hermione's eyes widened.
"No. In my left pocket. My wand. Quickly."
Ron dug through the fabric that was hanging limp around Hermione's waist until he found her pocket and produced the wand. Hermione quickly murmured the contraceptive spell, then pointed at the cloth at her waist and hissed "Diffindo." The last of the dress fell from her body into a clump on the floor; she was now naked. Ron nearly went weak in the knees seeing Hermione's vagina for the first time.
Turning on the shower water to heal their wounds, Ron and Hermione continued to kiss and fuck. Finally, with a cry, Hermione orgasmed, but Ron had not yet climaxed. He pulled out of her at Hermione's suggestion. She had a devious smile on her face. "It's my turn to run the show."
She knelt before him. Slowly, she took his whole cock into her mouth and began to suck vigorously; her eyes closed in pleasure at the taste of Ron's member in her mouth. Her lips curled into a smile as she heard what she was doing to Ron.
"Oh, bloody hell, Hermione! Yes, yes! Just like that…" At last with a growl, he came hard; Hermione was caught off guard at the juices that rushed into her mouth. She gargled slightly before swallowing it. She released Ron's cock with one last lick of the tip, and then gave him a searing kiss on the mouth.
The pair ran into bed and cuddled naked together, saying, "I love you," before they went to sleep.
