Author's Notes Had to edit out the more smutty content. The original version can be found at the Quidditch Pitch: size=1 width=100% noshade>Hermione learned very early on to be especially stealthy.
Especially when it came to night-time patrolling. You wouldn't want to get caught with your knickers down and in a twist.
This was why she always chose the same spot, right next to Professor Binns's classroom, behind the statue of Delphine The Brave, to hide while she stole at it like a wanton maiden. And, anyway, this particular corner of the school was always ignored.
And tonight was no different.
What would the patrolling prefects say if they saw their precious Head Girl like this, so hot and bothered she could spill all over herself? But she felt very safe, very turned on by the danger this could pose.
Skirt hiked up to her hips, blouse free of her straining breasts, knickers down and herself leaning on her dear friend the statue… Really, what would they say?
Two cold hands snaked their way onto her hot body, kneading her in a slow swiping motion. Hermione almost cried out, almost curled on herself on the floor, but already Delphine's scorching touch was replaced by a smooth, warm and lean body behind her, and her mouth was instantly assaulted by a pair of very demanding lips, claiming her as his before she could scream.
But she was his, or didn't he know already?
She'd always been his, or didn't he know?
"Ron…" she moaned, incapable of proper speech. She knew him, knew his touch, knew the architecture of his body, with all its firm angles and planes. She knew all of him without really knowing how she could come to that conclusion.
His hands became insistent, he moaned inside her mouth, and Hermione realised he, too, was in a state of advanced arousal.
His mouth seemed to speak for him as he ravaged her neck. It felt good.
I need you, Hermione. I need you.
Their tongues met and Hermione's mind whirled in its already fluid axis. Suddenly they were one, only one entity, as it should have been long ago.
Hermione learned very early on to be especially stealthy.
However she also learned that secrecy could have its many advantages.
Especially when it came to night-time patrolling. You wouldn't want to get caught in the act.
