"What does Malfoy think he's playing at?" Ron growled as Hermione took a seat next to him and Harry sat in the chair opposite. "I'm gonna fucking kill him!" Ron growled yet again, balling his hands into fists. He shot up out of his chair and stalked over to the window.
"Ron, what are you-?" was all that Hermione had time to say before Ron punched the stone wall. "Oh my God! Ron are you alright?"
Harry could see that they needed time to be alone and that Ron needed to calm down before he did something else stupid. "I'm going to bed. I'll see you all tomorrow." and with that, he disappeared up the stone steps to the boys' dormitory.
"Ron, come and sit down." said Hermione, softly. Ron did as he was told and sat next to Hermione, his hand bleeding. "Oh, Ron. Why? I mean, I know that you love me, but that's no reason to-" She was cut off because Ron had sharply turned and pressed his lips against hers. At that moment she forgot everything. Ron's kiss had always made her forget everything. He pulled away from her.
"Because I love you." Ron said simply, pressing his lips against hers again. But this time, Ron gently pushed her down to lay on the couch and he moved so that he was on top of her. Hermione put her arms around his neck as a wave of pleasure ran through her body. She began to tremble and she knew that Ron could feel her trembling because he put his arms beneath her and pulled his body into hers. His mouth opened and he slid his tongue into her mouth and massaged it with hers.
Hermione felt his velvety tongue against hers and she shivered again, but this time an involuntary pulse shot through her body and her hips pressed against Ron's. She felt his bulge press against her between her legs and she shivered yet again. Ron pushed his hips into hers and Hermione let out a small gasp of pleasure. Ron began to move his hands up and down Hermione's sides and she chilled again and was covered in goose bumps. Ron pulled away from her and stood up.
"Why... did you stop?" Hermione asked awkwardly.
"Because," said Ron. "I don't want to push you into anything."
"But you're not pushing me." she said, smiling. "I'm just fine."
Ron looked at her. "Are you sure?"
Hermione smiled. "Yes."
"Okay." Ron said with a smile. He held out his hand and Hermione took it, and then quietly as possible he lead her up to the boys' dormitory and into his 4-poster bed. He put a spell on his curtains to make them stay shut and to also make them light proof and sound proof. Ron then took a cloth and wrapped his bleeding hand. He then pressed his lips against Hermione's again and ran his hands up and down her sides. Hermione shivered and their mouths opened and they began to massage their tongues together again.
Hermione's heart began to race as Ron's hands grabbed the ends of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. He then put his hands behind her and un-snapped her bra and pulled it off her shoulders. Hermione's heart raced and her breath quickened. She wanted him, she wanted him in her. Ron laid her down on his bed and he then pulled all of the clothes on her lower body off. Hermione was living her dream, her dream to make love with Ron. Ron pulled off his own clothes and soon they were both naked and Ron was on top of her again, with his comforter covering the both of them.
"Are you sure that I'm not pushing you?" Ron asked again, making sure that he wasn't forcing Hermione into anything.
"Yes." she said breathlessly, able to feel Ron's man-hood between her legs. Ron nodded and pushed himself into her. Hermione tensed up and cried out as a sharp pain was sent through her body.