Game Over
Author's Note: first and foremost, a HUGE thank you for the lovely reviews. I believe I managed to thank each and every one of you individually, but if I missed you, send me a PM with the subject line 'You forgot about me, you utter douchebag!' Also, thank you to all who added this story to their favourites and alerts. It's so incredibly appreciated! As well, I'm apologising in advance for how short this chapter is, but I did mention in the first chapter that this wasn't a long story. However, I promise that you won't have to wait long for the next chapter, which is my personal favourite. Finally, I should warn you – most of you would have realised by now that the third chapter would feature a letter written by Ron. And that means it's dirty. God, I love Ron's filthy mouth. I hope you enjoy, regardless of length (or lack, thereof). Thanks for reading, friends.
Disclaimer: at some point, this will get annoying.
Chapter Three: December 13th, 1998
Dear Hermione,
Bugger the formalities. I'll just get right to it.
I'm still hard from your last letter. And that means that you're in trouble, Hermione. Big trouble. I'm going to have to punish you when I see you. I reckon a good, hard fuck is in order.
I'm going to shove my cock so far up your tight, wet pussy that even when I'm no longer inside of you, you'll feel me for days afterwards. I'll fuck you raw, Hermione. And before you have a chance to think I'm finished with you, I'll use my fingers and my tongue to rub and lick every inch of your body until you're positively gagging for my cock to be inside of you all over again.
I'd like to see you try and send another letter like that, Hermione.
You've been warned.
I love you,
Ron
By the end of Ron's letter, Hermione found herself literally shaking with need. That bastard, she thought, and immediately regretted it. Truth be told, this was all her fault. She had inadvertently started a game. A game that will kill us both.
Christmas had never seemed so far away. But there was only one thing for it – write a letter so incredibly erotic, he'd rue the day he decided to challenge her. Hermione could absolutely not lose this game now that she started it.
A positively wicked idea ran through her head, but first there was the matter of the problem between her legs. She shoved her hand down her damp knickers and made quick work of bringing herself over the edge. They didn't do the job as well as Ron, but she had to make do with what she had.
As soon as she recovered, she sat up and began to write.
