The night was running long. Hermione was lying on her bed with closed eyes waiting for sleep to take over, or maybe something else that would keep her entertained. As thoughts of "what waits me tomorrow" started to take over, she felt some weight shifting right next to her. "He was back", she thought as a hand started to navigate her bushy brown hair.
"Ron is not going straight to the point as usual, I guess he toke our conversation into consideration" she thought while enjoying the sweetness showed by her boyfriend that was now caressing her torso. She started to feel a tension building up in her lower region. She was getting turned on with the simple fact that Ron was actually demonstrating that he cared about how she feels as well.
Gently, almost as if he was asking for permission his hand wandered to her breast giving it a light caress while he started to place some gentle kisses on the back of her neck.
The treat was most welcomed, and Hermione tilted her head back in order to grant him better access to other parts of her neck. His rapidly increasing breath sent shivers down her spine, but she decided to indulge a little bit longer in that rare procedure.
His hand was moving painfully slow down her stomach, reaching the edge of her underwear and rapidly moving up to pay longer attention to her breasts.
Under his ministrations, Hermione moved her head one more time trying to reach his lips. That wasn't hard at all, as he understood what she was aiming at with the tilt of her head.
The clash of their lips was passionate and soon enough it turned to intense French kissing. His tongue danced alongside hers for domination. He tasted so sweet in her mouth, a strange combination of flavors, but not at all unpleasant!
She turned her whole body in his direction, so that now they were facing each other. Their kisses were only broken for the most needed oxygen, but as soon as they had both satisfied this primal necessity; they were again locked into the other.
The room was pitch black, not very strange for a new moon night; however not even the lights on the street seemed to light up the room. Both couldn't care less.
Still engaged into those passionate kisses, she placed her hands on the back of his head, as if trying to get him further into her mouth. As for him, his hands were caressing her breasts softly. In one moment of thrill he removed her bra, and toke a grasp on her bare breast. The felling of warmth in her breast made her moan lightly into his mouth. That seemed all that he need to move forward, in a dominant move he shifted her in bed, leaning her back against the mattress and moving atop of her. A shy smile crossed her face in anticipation of what was about to come. They had done it several times before, but somehow tonight it seemed to be the most intimate of them all.
He left her lips once again, but to start rooming over the trail to the edge of her panties. Hermione was feeling every movement of her lover, and enjoying every second of it, letting small moans escape her lips. As he was reaching her bellybutton and her arousal was pilling up, she grabbed his hair to caress, and also to guide him to where he was needed the most.
His warm fingers were positioned as a hook on the sides of her lacy panties. Hermione hold her breath in anticipation, waiting for what was about to come. Would he be his regular self and enter her straight away, or would he carry on this changed behavior and pay some attention to her down parts?
He carried on his new attitude! He removed her lacy panties carefully, dragging them while placing gentle kisses alongside her long legs. Hermione could feel the heat building up between her legs, and she found herself wishing that he wouldn't take much longer to pay attention to where it was due. And her prayers didn't take longer to be satisfied.
As he got her free of her knickers, he moved his face to her folds. His warm breath was really taking Hermione over the edge, but the big highlight of the night came when he placed his warm tongue in her clit and started a mixture of licking and sucking. Her hands moved to her sides and without conscience her hands toke a grip on the sheets.
His tongue was doing wonders for her and she felt her orgasm building up, giving her a sign that she was about to have an explosion of sensations. And was she right! With one lick in the right place, and her tension was all released. Shocks and shivers were firing all over her body, and she was finding it hard to control the jerks of her body.
He moved up again to enjoy the full view that was Hermione's orgasm. And again on top of her, he waited for her to open her eyes again so he could trust into her. While he was waiting, he placed passionate kisses down her jaw line.
Wanting to kiss him fully on his lips, Hermione grabbed his hair and moved his head to face hers. As she was staring to the dark that were his features, a street light (most likely a car) brought a little light to the room. Hermione's smile grew bigger as she gazed upon his emerald eyes. She lifted a finger to caress his bolt-like-scar.
She was fully happy and yet her brain was trying to send her signals that something was wrong, she couldn't just rationalize what was it. There she was in the arms of the man she loved, what could possibly be wrong about it?
And then it hit her! The man that she had to love was Ron Weasley…not Harry Potter.
It was all a dream.