Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or 'Let it be' they are owned by J.K. Rowling
and the Beatles respectively. This is based on a friend's actual experience; the last line was actually what she said XD.
Hermione sat at the edge of the bed trembling. What for, she didn't know. Tears soaked her cheeks, but she wouldn't let herself sob, as much as her body wanted her to. "Oh, Ronald!" She complained, putting her face behind her hands and swallowing down the urges to scream, resulting in a muffled snorting noise.
"I'm sorry Hermione! Please don't cry, did I do something wrong?" Ron put his arms around her, attempting to pull her back down onto the bed. The feeling of Hermione's bare back against him brought back the arousal between his thighs.
"Just...Don't touch me." Hermione moved his hands away from her body, not wanting to be reminded of what they had just done. She focused instead on the fire that was slowly dying on the other side of the room. The tears still flowed heavily, but she still held back the worst of it. 'Terrible. Terrible. Terrible' she kept repeating in her head. She wanted to find someone. To tell someone about the stupid mistake she had just made. Harry, or Ginny maybe, but at that moment the only thing she could do was stare at the fire and pretend that she was alone in that room.
She reflected on what she was feeling. Anger, sadness, regret. Defiantly regret. Was this what people were always on about? Was this the great light at the end of her sexual tunnel? She thought not.
Ron lay back down on the bed. "I don't know what I did wrong Hermione. I thought it was wonderful, really. I..can't wait to do it with you again..." Hermione turned to face him, through the film of tears was a gleam of anger in her eyes. As soon as she went to turn back to the fireplace, she noticed Ron's hard on.
"Damn you Ronald Weasley!" Her hands clenched into a fist as she looked to see if her wand was anywhere near. It was in her coat pocket, on the other side of the room. There was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her walk over to it, nude. For now all he was getting was her back, and a bruise in the place she intended to punch him.
'Hermione Granger, you are better than that.' Her inner voice told her, making her look back to her distraction....'Just let it be'
"Let it be." She spoke quietly, putting her face back into her hands while a fresh line of tears came down. Ron lay quietly behind her, his face beet red. Scratching his head, he thought about how big of a let down he must have been, to have caused so much negative emotion from Hermione.
"Did I hurt you or something Hermione? God, I forgot it hurts for girls the first time." He reached his hand out and stroked her hair.
"No you bloody idiot, you didn't hurt me. You disappointed me!" Hermione wiped her face and sighed. With a shaky voice she spoke...
"This must be how Dumbledore felt when he first slept with a woman."