Danger Zone
Chapter 1
A/N Hey, this is my first fanfic so please bear with me that this may start out a bit slow, but I hope to improve as the story progresses! Constructive criticism is always appreciated, so have a read and tell me what you think of it. Enjoy!
Chloe :D
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Hermione Granger was on top of the world. She had a great job that she excelled at, great friends and a wonderful boyfriend. It had been almost 3 years since she and Ron had admitted their feelings for each other. To any outsider however, their preference for each other had been obvious for years.
As she walked to their shared home just outside muggle London she took in the sight of flowers starting to bloom in a nearby park and thought about her relationship with Ron. He was perfect for her. They were not only partners, but also best friends; the only person who knew them just as well was Harry Potter, their best friend of 10 years. Ron never pushed Hermione to do anything she didn't want to, he respected her the way a true gentleman should. He was so gentlemanly that after all this time, they still hadn't 'done the deed' so to speak. Sure, they'd done everything else, but to Hermione, sex doesn't define a relationship, and something told her she wasn't ready. That is, until today.
'Tonight', she thought, 'tonight I'll show him just how much he means to me. I will give myself to him in my entirety and be his, truly his'.
Normally she wouldn't even dream of leaving work early to prepare for something like this, but it would be her first time, and she wanted it to be special. So what she'd decided to finish at lunch? Sometimes it was nice to have a break from the usual 9 until 5 routine she'd settled into at St Mungo's. It wasn't as if she didn't have any leave either, she made a point to work her hardest for the sake of others, so she deserved an afternoon off.
There didn't seem to be anything different about today, but when she woke up that morning, she knew there'd been a change in her. It was hard to work out at first, but as she was tending to a newly pregnant woman that morning, it had hit her. She, Hermione Jean Granger, was ready to grow up; to suck up all her worries, tap into her Gryffindor courage, and become a woman, a woman who was capable of having her own family. To have a family, she mused, she needed to have sex. From that moment on, her mind told her she was ready.
So after shopping for groceries to cook a surprise meal for Ron tonight, and buying some rather naughty lingerie, here she was, practically skipping home with her power song 'Danger Zone' by Kenny Loggins blaring in her ears. Oh how ironic it would be that afternoon, and not simply from the prospect of finally being deflowered that evening.
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As she opened the front door, she took her earphones out of her ears and placed her bags in the hallway. Whilst taking off her jacket she was surprised to see Ron's coat on the stairs. She could've sworn he had taken it to work that morning. She dismissed it, thinking she may finally be going crazy, when she heard the loud crash and bang, followed by a scream.
Hermione's heart started racing as she reached into her pocket and grabbed her wand. Summoning her Gryffindor courage, she stealthily started climbing the stairs, wand poised at the ready. She mentally scolded herself for worrying so, she had faced perils much worse than an intruder or two: a hoard of death eaters for starters!
As she neared the top of the stairs, she heard another sound. It didn't sound at all like someone was robbing the house or hurting someone. It sounded like, dare she say it, giggling and grunting!
She tiptoed to the only open door she could see, which happened to be the room she and Ron shared. As she peered in, her eyes widened and her mouth hung open, as if she was trying to catch flies. There, on the floor of their bedroom, Ron was shagging who appeared to be the one and only Pansy Parkinson.
The room was a complete mess. Their bed was broken (hence the previous crash she assumed) clothes were everywhere, and pillow feathers were still floating about around the pair.
Hermione just stood there staring as she watched her boyfriend of 3 years take the slytherin girl she despised for her narrow-minded ways from behind I the middle of their bedroom. Sex in such a position to her seemed so degrading. Being fucked from behind like an animal, it just didn't seem right to her. She felt bile rise to her throat.
'Ron', Hermione whispered as she slowly edged closer to the room.
'Yeah Pansy?' Ron panted.
'I didn't say anything baby', Pansy replied, sounding just as out of breath as Ron. He must've hit a more sensitive spot, as the girl let out a loud, high pitched moan. 'Harder baby, please, please', she begged.
'RONALD WEASLEY!' Hermione shouted over the two, finally finding her voice.
The couple turned around as best as the could in the compromising position they were in, shock as plain as day on their faces as they saw Hermione standing in the doorway.
'Shit Hermione! It's not what it looks like!' Ron pleaded, throwing Pansy the bed covers after swiftly exiting her and climbing into his boxers.
'Oh really Ronald? So I didn't just catch you fucking Pansy fucking Parkinson on our bedroom floor then?' Hermione spat at him.
'No, yes, I mean…'
'Enough Ron, I don't want to hear your excuses. Just get out of this house before I hex you both to oblivion'
Ron was about to say something, but quickly shut his mouth after meeting his –more than likely- soon to be ex girlfriend's icy glare, which Pansy also got. The girl had gotten the message before Hermione had even finished talking and was half dressed by this time, silently encouraging Ron to do the same before grabbing his arm in an attempt to haul him down the stairs and out of the door. She was eventually able to do so after he sent Hermione an apologetic look, almost begging her to tell him to stay, which was met with the same cold stare as before.
As soon as she heard the door slam shut and the distinct 'pop' to say that the pair had apparated away Hermione's knees gave out. This sent her tumbling to the floor, with a sharp pain to her chest as she felt her heart breaking. Thankfully the pain was vanquished when she managed to accidentally hit her head on the door frame on her way to the floor, sending her into a welcoming blackness.
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So what do you think? R&R