Frustration (after 'The Hand of a Witch')
Hers
I can't believe I'm thinking this, but there's a downside to sleeping with Ron. He's so warm and comforting, safe feeling; being wrapped up in his strong arms is absolutely wonderful, and that's the problem. Normally, when he goes off and acts all adorable, or smiles that way, and that coil that resides in my gut starts to tighten I can crawl under the covers and do something about it.
I've been seeking up to his room for the last several nights now; I lie awake in that camp bed in Ginny's room until everyone's asleep, eager to climb the stairs to the attic bedroom. You would think I would stay down here, so I can take care of this urge. But alas no, as soon as I'm able, I'm practically running to his awaiting arms.
It's not like we really do anything other than sleep. A little kissing, but that's it; it's awkward enough with Harry sleeping in the same room. Can't he go down by Ginny? Damn his noble streak, she's nearly seventeen. If he would just leave, give us some privacy (which there isn't much of in this house), then maybe Ron would suck on my neck again. Merlin! Did I just moan out loud? It just felt sooo good. At least then I'd get a little relief. Sigh. Let's be honest, I wouldn't mind getting a lot of relief.
You'd think after his 'display' sixth year there would be a little more ...groping. But no, nothing. He sucks my neck once, declares his love and that's it. He doesn't think I'm a prude, does he? Surely after the orchard he doesn't, right? First chance I get, I'll make it obvious; subtle clearly doesn't work, learned that lesson.
Wait? Is that his... Yes, yes it is. Sigh. Not again. I thought this only happened to blokes in the morning. Ugh, I'm moaning again. I really need to do something about this, it's getting unbearable. Maybe I'll take a bath in the morning; so I can deal with this... frustration.
His
I can't believe I'm thinking this. I wish Hermione would stay downstairs. Not all the time, mind you, just every so often. She's just so soft and warm ...and her skin... her bum, its right there …fuck, she feels so good. She keeps coming up here, night after night. She wants to be here; she crawls right into bed, right into my arms. Merlin she smells good. That's the problem, isn't it? She gets me so fucking hard, and there's not a bloody thing I can do about it.
"Excuse me love, I just need to take care of something." Yeah, that would go over.
Merlin, the look on her face, back in the orchard. Never seen anything like it. And I did it. I made her come; and she liked it. All I did was suck on her neck and she came undone; what will happen when we go further. Ah… provided she wants to. I hope so. I bought that bloody book for her, didn't I? That's another reason for her to stay downstairs, so I can read. Fuck, listen to me; trying to get time to read. A book. What have you done to me?
Did she just moan?
She moaned like that in the orchard. Is that what she's dreaming about? Bloody hell, I'd do it again; but she probably wouldn't like it if I did that in front of Harry, even if he is sound asleep. Oh fuck, she's wiggling her bum. Does she know what this does to me? Fuck, I'm hard again. She feels so amazing. How long have I wanted her right here; well, more under, but close enough. Shit, she's moaning again.
Maybe I'll take a shower in the morning, get a wank in, take the edge off this... frustration.
And his
I've really got to start sleeping in another room.
A/N: before everyone goes all "Hermione doesn't swear" on me, remember- this is her innermost thoughts and desires; plus, Ron has been a bad influence on her. :) Plus, she's frustrated.
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Writing this drabble has cleared my brain for the next AUF chapter - so look for it next week.
I nearly forgot to remind everyone that J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. Show of hands, who didn't already know that?