Chapter 3:
**Mature content ahead. You have been forewarned**
Ron nudged Hermione with his elbow. "What are you staring at?" He whispered in her ear. She snapped out of her daze and grabbed his hand.
"Nothing," she said and gave him a smile. He eyed her suspiciously.
"Are you already thinking about exams? We just got here Hermione, classes don't even start for two days." Hermione sighed internally, grateful sometimes for Ron's oblivious nature.
"It is seventh year, N.E.W.T.S are coming. They determine our careers!" Ginny shot them a glare from across the table and nodded to Dumbledore, who was getting up to speak.
The hall took a moment to quiet down, groans bouncing off the walls as the last of the pudding disappeared from their plates. Neville Longbottom glanced down longingly at the spotted dick he had been getting read to dive into before it had vanished into thin air.
"Ah, yes. Funny thing isn't it? Food? We don't realize how much we love it until it's gone eh?" the old man chuckled. "I hope you have all had a relaxing and tranquil summer and are ready to jump into the new school year. I spent the warm months relaxing on a beach in the Caribbean – I've been told that my slight tan suits me!" Ron laughed.
"A reminder to all students that the Forbidden Forest is well… forbidden. There have been an alarming amount of items added to the list of banned objects which can be found on Mr. Filch's office door if you are interested in a bit of light reading. I would also like to inform you that the dungeons are now off limits."
Shocked faces looked up at him. "The dungeons? Off limits?" Ginny asked. "Where will the Slytherins sleep? What about potions?"
"Potions classes will now be held in a classroom in the second floor corridor, across from the painting of Winona the Rider. Dungeon dormitories have been moved, Professor Snape will show you to your new sleeping quarters after the feast." Dumbledore looked down at his students with both seriousness and concern blatant on his face. "I would warn you not to go exploring the dungeons, for you may very well meet a very unpleasant end if you do." He shifted his face into a pleasantly smiling one. "Now, off to bed!"
Ginny, Hermione, and Ron exchanged a puzzled look. "That's so strange," said Hermione.
"S'not the first time something in the castle has been off limits," said Ron, shrugging. "Dumbledore's got his reasons." Ginny nodded.
"I guess, weird though. I wonder if they have some creature down there? Maybe they are actually using it as a dungeon," she said, standing up. "See you guys later. First years! This way please!" she called down the table. Ron and Hermione stood at the entrance of the hall to answer any questions.
"Oy, why did they move our dormitories?" A second year Slytherin snapped at Hermione. She rolled her eyes.
"I don't know McKenzie, take it up with your Head of House." After several other stupid questions and Ron trying to convince a Ravenclaw first year that the bathroom was behind the door leading to the dungeons, the Great Hall finally emptied and the two headed to their private dormitory.
The Head Boy and Girl were permitted their own rooms. It was to help give them sanctuary from their duties and allow them to rest during the day after patrolling the corridors all night once a week. Their dormitory was on the sixth floor corridor, just as the Gryffindor tower, but instead of going in through the portrait of the Fat Lady, they hung a right and wound up in front of a painting of chess pieces. They always seemed to be arguing and no side ever won the game.
"Check Mate" Ron said to the painting and it swung open for them to enter. They were faced with a narrow passage of stairs that wound up until they were in a hallway with two doors on either side. Behind both doors were small studio style flats, equipped with a tiny kitchenette and quaint living area. Hermione beamed at the towering bookshelves near her bed, filled to the brim with books. Ron's had Quidditch memorabilia scattered along the wall and a table where he could polish his broomstick. It seemed that these rooms had a little of the magic of the Room of Requirement (of course they didn't know what that was yet) and always knew how to keep them happy.
"Pity we couldn't just share a room isn't it?" Ron said grinning slyly and winking. Hermione gave a little giggle. She actually liked to sleep in the same bed as Ron, he was comforting in a way she had never experienced before, but she was glad they had separate space. She knew that if they spent too much time in the same room one of them would wind up without a limb. Hermione yawned loudly and headed inside of her apartment. "So," Ron said awkwardly. "Would you like me to join you?" Hermione smiled and nodded. She did a charm on her bed to make it bigger, and longer so Ron would find it comfortable. She found her pajamas in her newly brought up trunk and changed into them. After washing her face and brushing her teeth in the small bathroom, she walked out to find Ron sitting stark naked on top of her mattress.
"Ron!" she squealed and put her face in her hands. "Why are you nude?" Ron was not ashamed of his nakedness and he shouldn't have been. He was very handsome. Hermione could tell why Lavender Brown had found him so attractive last year. His freckles could be found on every part of his body, Hermione had once joked that it would take her a lifetime to count them all. She looked at him then and remembered their first time last year after Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup. He had taken her up to his dormitory, stuck a dirty sock on the door, and awkwardly made love to her in his four-poster bed. She blushed when she thought about the fumbling of that night. He had been high on the win and she had had too much firewhisky, she wasn't exactly drunk but she wasn't exactly not drunk either. They stumbled into bed, franticly pulling clothes off and chucking shoes at the floor. He bit her lip too hard and shoved his member in too fast. It wasn't pleasurable, but it had been sweet.
Now however, was different. They had gotten better at sex. Hermione wouldn't go as far to say it was her favorite activity and it definitely wasn't sexy, but it was nice. She walked towards the bed where Ron was sitting and sat down on his lap. She turned so they were face to face and her legs were wrapped around his torso. She could feel his manhood, hard and pulsing, pressing up against the point at which her pelvis and stomach met. She ran her hands through his auburn hair and kissed him full on the mouth, their tongues gliding in and out of each other's lips. Ron pulled her top off, looking at her bare chest and kissing in between her breasts. He ran a hand down her spine while the other pulled the back of her head back down towards his. They kissed, chest to chest, for what seemed like hours. Hermione's lips were swollen and purple by the time Ron stood up with her still wrapped around him, and laid her down on the bed. He slipped his fingers through both her plaid pajama bottoms and underwear, sliding both off in one fluid motion. He stood over her, while she lay naked and vulnerable below him. This may sound like a scary situation, but it wasn't. Hermione loved when Ron raked his eyes over her body. She could feel them on her, it made her vibrate in anticipation and it was the closest thing she ever came to cumming in his presence. Finally, Ron placed himself on top of her, his hips angled between her thighs. He reached down, and for once Hermione thought he was reaching for her, but instead he grabbed his own and slid it into her deepest parts. He kissed her neck and sucked on her pink nipples. Their torsos slammed together as he moved his hips into hers again and again. Hermione rotated her pelvis, determined this time to get hers. But, by the time she thought she might, Ron shuddered. He gripped her shoulders tight and moaned into her collarbone as his length exploded into her. They laid together, the flaccid penis an inch into her vagina while he recovered. He whispered how great she was into her ears. How it was the "best ever" and asked if it was "good for her". She nodded reassuringly and kissed him tenderly. "I love you," he told her. She smiled and said "I love you too." And it was true.
Sex with Ron wasn't bad. Sure, he was a selfish lover. But she loved that he was tender, he never pushed and always respected her wishes. He was sweet and loving. She loved the way he cradled her head during and would whisper how beautiful she was into her ears. She loved Ron truly and deeply, but there was some part of her that wished he would make her scream with pleasure like they did in the books she kept under her mattress. She wanted to feel her nerve endings explode and see fireworks behind her eyes.
Ron had fallen asleep on top of her. Hermione pushed his sweaty and sticky body off of hers and got out of bed. She walked towards the bathroom and turned on the shower. When the mirror had steamed up and her pores were starting to open from the hot air, she pointed her wand to the door and said Muffliato, and then locked it. She stepped into the hot shower and let the stream of water work out all of her knots. She grabbed her wand and whispered a spell that she had learned from Gilderoy Lochart's Guide to the Most Magical Sex of Your Life. A spray of pulsating water spurted out the end and she pointed it in between her legs. Hermione leaned against the tile wall and moaned and screamed and vibrated as the orgasm shook through her core. It was intense and fast. It left her legs shaking and her tongue panting like a hot canine. She sank to the floor and let the hot water rush over her. Her clit numb with pleasure and wished that her boyfriend could do what her wand did in half a minute.
Told you it would be explicit. *shrug* anyway. I'm excited to finally be getting to the steamy parts, but I'm also excited to write about the politics and stuff that I was always interested in while reading the books. Let me know what you think – a review goes a long way. I know I am new the fanfiction (I'm actually not, I've been writing since 2009) but this is my first on and it would be great if you could reassure me that people are actually reading this and it's not some weird thing I write for myself when my husband isn't home. Hugs and kisses.
-Rachel