20 Reasons pt.2
A/N: You guys are awesome, honestly. I never thought this many people would like it and I'm so appreciative of all my reviewers. I love you guys!
This is the last installment and I hope it meets expectations. Thank you all for being so patient with me.
I promised my first five reviewers that they would see this fic first, however you guys never left an email. I'm sorry.
In celebration of the last HP film, I uploaded this early along with a second installment to Ten Things. You are welcome. lol
As always, reviews are highly appreciated.
Hermione found herself in a dilemma of the wettest sort, if you catch my drift. Hermione couldn't believe the things Ron wrote in that letter and she had to make sure no one got a hold of it, especially Harry. How awkward would that be if he stumbled upon it? Hermione gasped as she realized he could have seen the note anytime between Ron writing the damned thing and her receiving it. She prayed her thanks to Merlin for not giving Harry that opportunity.
*The night before*
"Harry mate, I need your help," Ron's voice carried through the dorm they shared with Neville and Seamus.
"Sure, whats up?" came Harry's reply as he poked his head out of his four-poster bed.
"Well, errm- I sort of need help writing this note," Ron blushed. His anxiousness made Harry consider the consequences of helping his troubled friend, but he shook it off anyway, Gryffindor courage and all, or stupidity, whichever. He came over to Ron's bed and took the piece of parchment Ron had previously been writing on. On it was written: 20 Reasons Hermione Granger should have sex with Ronald Weasley.
Harry's jaw dropped and he snapped his head up to look at Ron. Harry closed his mouth and opened it again only to close it once more, looking like a fish out of water. "Err?"
"I don't know what to say," came Ron's reply, "I don't know how to go about it."
"And you think I do, mate? What made you come to me? Seamus's the one pulling all the birds and all."
"Well I figured since you were with Draco and all..."
Harry grinned and shook his head, of course that would be the reason. He began to blush remembering all the positions and nights he spent with him.
"Bloody hell Harry, I don't even want to know what Draco does to make you blush like that, but focus would you."
Harry gave him a sheepish grin and replied, "Right, well for starters-" Harry trailed off while he took the parchment and quill off of Ron's hand and wrote a bit before handing it back.
Ron took a look at it and grinned. It now read: 20 Reasons Hermione Granger should have Hot, Passionate Sex with Ronald Weasley.
Well that was a good start Ron finished. Harry and Ron spent the rest of the night finishing the note, both smiling triumphantly at times, while giving Harry a look of concern over the more explicit reasons. "Are you sure about some of these Harry."
"Don't worry Ron, Hermione will be gagging for it. If that doesn't get you in her knickers, I don't know what will." Harry said blushing. They were his two best friends and all. Ron couldn't wallow in his doubt forever, "Thanks mate, you're a bloody genius!"
He folded up the note and placed it in his bed before drifting off into a welcoming dream of Hermione cooking him breakfast.
*Now*
Hermione walked into Potions, the last class of the day. She sighed with relief. Finally the day was almost over and she could stop pretending to be paying any attention in class. She went to retrieve her books from her bag when the sight of the note made her stifle a moan, remembering all the kinky suggestions Ron had written down. This day needs to go by a lot faster, she thought picking up the note and stuffing it into the pocket of her skirt.
Tick by tick, she counted down the seconds until she was home free. 20,19,18...she began to pack up her things just in time to fly out the door upon the completion of class. Hermione ran to the girls' dormitory and changed out of her clothes. She thought about relieving some of the built up sexual tension herself but decided it would be so much more worth it once Ron and her were finally together; unfortunately forcing herself out the door with her core still quaking with need.
Hermione made her way down towards the common room and almost reached the exit when someone called out her name.
She turned around and smiled when she saw Ron, smile turning into confusion upon seeing Harry's, Seamus', and Neville's blushing faces. All was forgotten when Ron walked up to her and gave her a soft peck on the lips, reminding her of her needs that have been left unattended for far too long.
"Where are you going," Ron inquired.
"Down to dinner?"
"Stay here with me instead," Ron whispered, giving her a look full of promises of things to come. How can she say no to that? She nodded her head and let him lead her into his room. Hermione made her way inside and gasped. She looked at Ron with glassy eyes, on the edge of spilling tears. "What's all this, Ron," Hermione asked softly.
"I wanted our first time to be as a special as you are. I'm not very good at all this romantic stuff, 'Mione, but Harry said you would love it. I thought it looked alright," Ron replied scratching his head, looking worried.
"No-no. It's perfect Ron," Hermione reassured, "Thank you."
Hermione smiled up at Ron, her eyes full of elation and contentment. Ron couldn't help but sigh in relief. He NEEDED this to be perfect. He needed this night to be perfect. Hermione stood beside Ron examining the rest of the room in silent wonder.
Harry and Ron transfigured all the beds to tiny objects to make them disappear from the room. Ron's bed was transfigured to expand into a bigger size and the covers were changed from the cotton ones before to the silk ones they were now, in a deep, blood red. Harry transfigured the desk they all shared to turn into a small dinner table with two seats, accompanied by a white, elegant cloth that draped across the table's surface. Two glasses were placed on the table, filled with butter beer (they are under-aged after all). Harry even ensured to cater the menu knowing Ron would rather place shepherd's pie in the menu than the aphrodisiacs that would be more appropriate. Strawberries and other fruits were placed in the table with a bowl of chocolate to dip them into.
Scattered on the bed were white rose petals that contrasted beautifully with red of the covers, giving the room a romantic feeling that amplifying by the dimmed lights and the soft music playing. The floor, which also a deep red in color, was also covered in white rose petals. On one of the side tables, a vase of lilies were placed. "Those are for you, love," Ron gestured towards the lilies. "Thank you Ron, not just for the flowers, but for everything. It is so special."
Hermione walked over to Ron and tipped her head up, pressing her lips against the corner of Ron's mouth, not quite reaching his lips. He dipped his head down to make contact with Hermione's and his forehead collided with her nose, "oommph," Hermione groaned while rubbing her sore nose, "You weren't kidding about leaving me sore were you, love?"
Ron apologized sheepishly. Hermione tried again and this time the kiss was a success. She wasn't going to be deterred by one embarrassing moment, was she? Hermione began to press her lips against his insistently and opened her mouth to let her soft tongue glide out of its caverns. She swept the wet organ over Ron's lips and he groaned in response, Hermione using his reaction to her advantage slipped her tongue inside.
The battle for dominance was slow and cautious, never the less, it was still a battle. Ron pulled his tongue away and Hermione's tsk in disapproval. "I'm supposed to be the one charge," Ron said with a sly grin, I'm the proffessor in this session, 'Mione."
"Of course, Professor," Hermione purred seductively, "Teach me a lesson."
Ron strode over towards Hermione and brought his lips towards her once again. He pushed his tongue inside as he picked her up, bringing her towards the bed.
"What about the food," Hermione gasped as he dropped her on the bed.
"Fuck the food." Hermione looked at him in mock shock and Ron rolled his eyes. He could ignore food when better offers popped up, thank you very much.
Ron crashed his lips against hers once more and with it brought his insistent touches. He roamed her body from her chest, to rub on her perk nipples through the material, making Hermione whine at the barrier of clothing that lessened the feel of his touch. He trailed his palms down her abdomen to rack it down Hermione's ribs. He brought it to her back, only to pull on the ponytail she adorned, exposing her neck. Ron trailed his kisses from her lips to nip a trail down her neck, all the while basking in the wanton noises streaming from Hermione's mouth.
"Do you like this, love," Ron asked slowing his movements. Hermione could only nod her head, pleasure beginning to pool in her abdomen.
"Answer me," Ron stated, voice dropping in restrained lust as he brought his other hand to rub at her clit. Hermione could only moan, hoping it would provide an adequate answer.
"I'm going to have to punish you if you refuse to answer, Hermione. We can't have you ignoring your professor after all, can we," Ron threatened, stopping all movement.
"No! Don't stop, I like it, I love it. Pleaasseee." Hermion begged.
"Please what? You want me to fuck you," Ron teased, rubbing his thumb on Hermione's covered clit, sucking particularly hard on her pulse point. Hermione's eyes rolled back, "Fuck yes..."
Ron let go of his hold on Hermione's hair and removed the ribbon that restrained his hair, taking a step back. Hermione fluttered her eyes open and heaved her lungs, willing air to return to her de oxygenated body.
"Take your shirt off, Hermione," Ron commanded. Hermione tentatively began to unbutton her blouse, fully aware of Ron's full attention. She began to blush at the attention and her fingers began to fumble in nervousness. Once her blouse was unbuttoned she slipped it off and slowly brought her head up, first catching sight of his glorious, clothed cock, her eyes glued on the magnificent sight. She snapped her head up and blushed when she heard Ron snicker, "You like what you see?". Once her dark orbs met dark, blue eyes blown over in lust, "Absolutely," she whispered.
"You're so beautiful when your nervous, 'Mione," Ron said sincerely. Hermione's blush grew even deeper at the endearment. Ron strode over to the bed enthusiastically, wanting to get his hands on Hermione's smooth, olive skin. He met his destination when his knee made contact with the edge of the bed with a loud thunk.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed while rubbing his knee, causing Hermione to temporarily forget her embarrassment as she giggled Hermione, wanting to continue were they left off, brought her left arm up, bringing her palm to cup Ron's cheek, forcing him to face her. "I want more," Hermione begged.
"Anything."
Ron reached his hands behind her back and unclasped her black, silk bra; freeing her supple breasts. Ron tentatively brought his palm to Hermione's dusky nipple and let out his breath upon her positive response. He forced a bit more pressure unto his touch and was mesmerized to see Hermione throw her head back in a quiet cry of ecstasy. He brought his right hand to Hermione's right shoulder and gently push her down unto the bed, bringing his mouth to her unoccupied mound.
"Oh!" Hermione cried, shutting her eyes, enjoying the new feeling of finally having someone, her Ron, pleasuring her in this way. Ron looked up to see Hermione open her eyes to stare at him, finding the sight of Ron's mouth around her nipple shockingly erotic. Hermione arched her back, trying to create more contact, asking him to continue. Ron switched his ministrations on her breasts, lapping at each nipple, ensuring each one got adequate attention.
"Ron," Hermione asked, tugging on his hair; pulling him up, wanting to place her lips along with his. He could feel Hermione's fingers tracing the hem of his shirt and he pulled back, questioning her.
She replied by pulling it past his chest and over his head, mesmerized by the contours of Ron's freckled chest and flat stomach. He waited anxiously as she roamed her sight against his measly body, waiting for the disappointing disapproval. He smiled with disbelief when he felt Hermione glide her tiny palms over his bare flesh, with a cautious, yet deliberate touch, wanting to memorize the feel of his wonderful skin; all the while with a light grin to her concentrated face.
She looked up at him and grinned. "Can we remove those as well," was Hermione's inquiry, pointing at his trousers that strained painfully over his rock-hard cock; aware of the torturous pressure his cock was being subjected to. Ron slipped off his trousers and let them pool on his ankles, ready to continue.
Hermione shook her head and Ron questioned silently.
"All the way," Hermione stated. Ron obeyed and lifted his right leg to step out of the trouser but ended up on his bum when his foot caught at the opening of the leg of the material. "Bloody hell, so fucking humiliating," Ron grumbled while rubbing his arse; his prick somewhat deflating at the misfortune.
"Oh Ronald, only you," Hermione commented softly. Ron stood up and made his way over towards Hermione once again. He crawled over her prone form and rubbed his cock over her wet, still covered folds; both groaning as Ron sped up his thrusting hips upon the blissful contact of Hermione's lifted hips, trying to form a steady rhythm.
"Hermione, give me more," Ron pursued not waiting for an answer when he brought his hands down, playing with the hem of her panties. He traced his calloused fingers over the line of her panties and Hermione basked in the pleasure the friction created, amplified as the expectation for what was next to come, building up to her already painful arousal. Ron roughly pulled her knickers down and leveled his head at her entrance, inhaling the scent that was strictly Hermione. "You smell as lovely as you look," Ron praised before dipping his tongue into Hermione's moisturized folds. He slowly lapped his way around her pussy, getting accustomed to the soft feel of her walls as they contracted around his muscle as if pulling him in-"deeper," Hermione begged, thrusting her core into her mouth.
Ron was especially pleased as her pussy began to weep with juices when he stumbled along her sensitive clit, with Hermione writhing with pleasure above him. Ron looked up, wanting to witness the distraught he brought her, only groaning in distress when his cock jerked at the sight: Hermione arched tightly, her upper jaw clamped over her bottom lip trying to suppress the wonton cries that only heightened when the vibrations of his groan riveted through her aching core. Ron lapped at her confidently while rubbing his thumb over her clit
"More Ron, please. I'm so close, so close-" Hermione begged unashamed. Ron forced himself to stop and grinned at Hermione's puff of annoyance. Ron picked himself off his knees and layed down on the bed next to Hermione, his face damp from her juices. His voice came out rugged and hoarse, "Ride my tongue, 'Mione."
Hermione blushed at the thought of the provocative position. She hesitated.
"You know you want to, 'Mione. Let me fuck you with my tongue." Two minutes later, Hermione screamed in utter pleasure, her thighs quaking with pleasure and strain from holding herself over Ron's face. She would remember to thank Merlin, Zeus and every bloody else for letting her let go of her inhibitions. She collapsed herself forward, coming face to face with Ron's still, clothed cock. She pulled it through the opening of his pants and flicked her tongue over the slit, tasting his essence. Deciding it wasn't so bad, she emboldened her movements by swiping her tongue down his length then taking him in, inch by inch, marveling that contrary to popular opinion, it wasn't all too bad at all. Before she could suck experimentally, Ron pulled her face up and she found herself looking into a face strained with built up tension and a frown that marred his facial features.
"I was about to cum," Ron simply replied, "I wanted to make sure my first orgasm was shared along with yours."
He turned her around, so they were facing the same way and flipped her on her back, him straddling her naked form except for the skirt that was still scrunched up at her waist, much to Ron's approval. He positioned his cock at her entrance, missing his destination the first two thrusts due to inexperience. He willed himself to slow down and gently push inside, almost cumming at the tight heat. This felt incredible, Ron wondered his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Hermione hissed in pain at the intrusion and Ron turned his attention towards her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just give me a second. I'm sorry." was Hermione's soft reply.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, love. You feel incredible."
Hermione shifted after a bit and grounded her hips down allowing Ron to inch his way deeper inside. When he was completely sheathed in her folds Ron willed himself not cum that second. This is what he's been missing?
"Fuck," Ron groaned. Hermione began to roll her hips and Ron pushed his palms on her stomach, stilling her movements. "Don't," he hissed through clenched teeth. He began to thrust himself in and out of Hermione, basking in the incredible feeling of being inside his lover.
"How are you feeling, 'Mione?"
"Augh," Hermione moaned, "moreee."
They began to pick up the pace, Ron thrusting in and out, occasionally rubbing his dick against her sensitive bud, pushing her towards the edge despite the lack of rhythm between the two inexperienced lovers. This was perfect Hermione finalized. It felt amazing. Both bodies began to move in frenzy and enthusiasm, all thoughts of rhythm forgotten on their quest for a much needed release.
"Ohh, Ron," Hermione moaned, "I'm so close, pleasseeee."
"You want to cum, love?" Ron purred, "beg for it."
"Please Ron, pleeease," came Hermione's immediate reply, Ron thanking she gave in all too willingly.
Ron's need grew and his urge to come forced his hips to thrust forward erratically, trying to find the right friction to push himself over the edge. As he felt his impending orgasm about to crash through him in waves of white heat, he slipped his hand towards Hermione's clit, rubbing rapidly bringing her much closer towards the edge, both a tip away from falling.
Seconds before she could feel the euphoric joy of another fantastic orgasm, she felt Ron lean his sweaty form towards her, his lips brushing across her sensitive ear and brought with it more jolts of pleasure as he whispered, "Number 20. I love you too."
Hermione arched and called out Ron's name like a mantra over and over again, as each wave of pleasure rocked throughout her entire body. That was all Ron needed to reach his peak as he stiffened momentarily over Hermione, his seed filling her as he milked every last spray out of his prick.
Ron was the first to come down from the euphoric high and slipped his flaccid cock out of Hermione's aching entrance with a slick pop. Hermione winced at the pressure and Ron immediately went to flip on his back next to Hermione, bringing her closer to cuddle up next to him, a sloppy grin plastered on him face, both enjoying the comfortable silence brought by a mind- blowing orgasm.
Ron began to drift off to sleep when Hermione piped up, "Ron, guess what?"
"What," Ron asked stifling a wide yawn
"Weasley is my king," was Hermione's cheeky reply with a grin.
"Always," was Ron confirmed, bringing Hermione closer, "I love you, 'Mione."
"I love you too, Ronald," Hermione assured while Ron's snores filled up the room. Hermione reached for her wand and closed the curtains to their bed.
*the next morning*
Seaumus and Neville were the first to enter the room and sighed in relief to see the curtains in Ron's bed drawn tightly. The food still remained on the transfigured table, untouched; the ice melted into a luke-warm puddle and the food long since forgotten. Neville made his way to his bed and noticed a note poking from the bottom of Ron's bed. He picked it up out of curiosity and made his way over towards Seamus. They opened the note and both boy's cheeks flushed with heat and jaws slackened with shock after completion of the note. Neville dropped the note and looked at Seamus, "I think we should just come back when they wake up," Neville suggested.
"Yeah, may "come up" as a bit awkward otherwise."
The parchment was unfolded and on the center of the room when Hermione awoken to dress. Her eyes flaring in shock along with her cheeks in embarrassment when she noticed what the note read:
20 Reasons why Hermione Granger Should Have Hot, Passionate Sex with Ronald Weasley
1 .You're my girlfriend, you have to.
2. I've got bits...
3. REALLY nice bits.
4. Again, I'm the chosen one's best friend for crying out loud
5. Do I really need to have another reason, woman?
6. How about this, I've got positions that will have you vibrating in want.
7. I'll make you groan in frustrations
8. Then let you scream in pleasure, don't worry I wont forget the silencing charm.
9. I'll make you cum all over my face while you ride my tongue
10. You'd like that wouldn't you, Mione? You kinky slut. You like why I talk dirty don't you?
11. Oh yeah, I'm kinky
12. I'm into foreplay
13. And yes, you can be my naughty school girl
14. I'll let you suck my cock, give you a taste while I fuck the back of your throat
Are you gagging for it yet? I'm sure you are, you dirty girl.
15. I'll punish you at night, leave you so wanton with denied pleasure
16. Then reward you with the best orgasm you will ever have
17. I'll leave you sore the next day
18. You'll enjoy those next few days wouldn't you? Being reminded of our night together?
19. Plus, you love me
20. I'll tell you myself.
"Fuck," Hermione groaned.
A/N: I hope this met your expectations and didn't disappoint anybody. I have never written a sex scene before and I found Ron's role exceptionally hard to create. I really hope I didn't butcher up this fic with a second chapter. Please review.