Afterschool 'Studying'

By AnitaB

Chapter four: The touch of skin

Like she could think about food at a time like this. All Hermione could keep in her mind was him. The feel of Ron's kiss. The touch of his skin under her hands.

She felt strong for having let Ron pull back in the hallway, and for walking beside him without tackling him to the floor.

And Hermione couldn't wait to see what he'd planned for tonight. The paper crane had been beautiful, perfect. But this…

"The attic, Ron?"

Ron just smiled and pulled her closer, sweeping the cloak back off their shoulders. "Just look for yourself, luv."

/Ronald Weasley…\\ The small corner room was transformed. Candles glowed. A fleecy blanket was spread out on the floor next to a huge basket. And it had a door, a door that closed and locked. "It's perfect, Ron, beautiful." And private. It was time to get her Ronald out of that sweater. "Come here," Sliding both hands into his, Hermione pulled him across the room.

His eyes dropped to her lips and her heart fluttered. She loved just how much Ron wanted to kiss her. Biting her lower lip, Hermione teased him to see how long he'd resist, gliding her hands along his arms and tilting her chin up to his. It didn't take long. Painted nails barely cleared his elbows when those arms closed around her waist, crushing her body against his. "Hermione," His lips found hers just in time to catch her groan as her hips rocked into his. /Ron,\\ Clenching her fingers in his hair, Hermione tried desperately to get closer. Ron was still much too far away. And his kiss was far too distracting.

"Ron," Putting both hands on his chest, Hermione pushed him back just enough to see the heat on his face. "I… I want to touch you, Ron." She slid her fingers under the hem of that sweater, feeling his stomach flinch and tighten against her hands. At the breathless sound on his lips, Hermione dragged the fabric up his ribs.

Ron pulled back, out of her hands and peeled the sweater off over his head. Those hands dropped to his sides then reached for her. "Hermione, come here."

Hesitation never occurred to her and Hermione found herself in his arms, eager hands exploring his back. He felt… so good pulling her tight against his body. "Ron," From inches away Hermione watched his eyes caress first her face then the low neckline of her blouse. "Yes, please." Her Ronald smiled, cupped a hand along her jaw, and touched gentle lips to her pulse.

/My Ronald,\\ His hair seemed to appear between her fingers as her knees went weak. Then her knees quit as both Ron's hands found skin. One slipped up the back of her shirt to hold her closer. /Yes,\\ The other finally burned along the bare skin of her thigh. "Hermione… so sweet."

His lips trailed down the line of her throat, following her gasping breath lower. /Blasted shirt.\\ Ron's lips hit the edge of her hem, pulling away from her skin well before she'd had enough. "Ron," Hermione needed more of him against her skin. "Ron, please." Sliding her fingers down over the muscles of his shoulders, she reached for his buttons. Time for that shirt to go.

Three buttons opened under her eager fingers before Ron pulled back out of her reach. "Hermione," His hands tightened against her skin, hiding his buttons in the fabric of her skirt as he dropped to his knees in front of her. The way he looked up at her … simply stole her breath. "I want to touch you, luv." Both his hands slid down her body, caressing the length of her legs through the fabric and weakening every muscle along the way. Lord, Hermione loved his touched. And his voice. "I have to touch you, my precious Hermione."

And somehow he expected her to stand through this? Hermione found herself gasping and digging her nails into his shoulders as those delicious hands dragged slowly up the skin of her legs from the ankles. "Ron," She wasn't made of stone and in about five seconds she'd be a boneless puddle of nerves in his lap. "Ron, please."

Wordlessly groaning, her Ronald buried his face against her stomach and slid those hands higher, slipping past her knees. It was … too much. Her knees gave way and Hermione slid into his lap to a surprised gasp on his lips. "Hermione," His hands, now almost at her hips, tightened to pull her even closer against his body. "Oh, luv."

/Bloody hell,\\ She couldn't breathe enough to moan his name as every inch of her body strained to get closer to the hard pressure of him between her legs. Her Ronald felt so unbelievably good like this, palms hot against her thighs. Arms holding her tight. Body warm and eager and breathlessly close. "Lord, Ronald." His hair slid between her fingers as her lips breathlessly claimed his. /Lord, please, more.\\

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His Hermione was staring down at him with heat in her eyes. And Ron was burning from it. "I have to touch you, my precious Hermione." His fingers found her ankles, spreading to rub as much of her soft, smooth skin as he could. "Ron," Her voice was almost as beautiful as the feel of her nails digging into his shoulders. But the skin under his palms… "Ron, please."

Groaning at the sound of his name, Ron hid his face against her side. Her eyes would melt him when her voice sounded like that. And Ron still needed more of her under his hands. He needed to feel… "Hermione,"

Everything. His fingers burned against the softest skin he'd ever touched. His eyes were obsessed with the soundless look on her face. And every inch of his entire body felt the way her hips were rocking against his. /Bloody hell, yes.\\ If he let her keep rubbing against him like that… "Oh, luv." Clenching his hands, Ronald pulled his Hermione even harder over his hips and held her still.

From inches away, he watched her blink and swallow before a soft groan passed those beautiful lips. Then it was his turn to be breathless as her eyes locked to his and both her hands fisted in his hair. "Lord, Ronald." Hermione's Ron met her halfway to lose himself in the fierce sweetness of her kiss. /Cor, my sweet luv.\\

Far, far too soon, Hermione pulled back. Groaning, Ron found one of his hands had moved from the skin of her hip to the curve of her cheek. "Hermione," About an inch from reclaiming those lips, he heard them utter something in Latin.

Now it was his turn to blink and swallow and tremble under her hands. /Bloody Brilliant, my little witch.\\ His Hermione had spelled away his shirt and was now rubbing eager hands over his skin. She was burning him, trailing fire in broad lines down his chest. "My Ron,"

He was going to collapse and it wouldn't matter at all that he was already on his knees. Ron was about to puddle through the floor because Hermione was touching him with so much heat. "Hermione, please." His fingers twined into her hair as his body helplessly leaned against hers. Weakly taking his fingers from her thigh, he dragged the mass of his sweater under her head and followed her body down to the blanket with his own. "Touch me, luv, please."

Her groan brushed his lips and he leaned down for her kiss. Ron would never in his life get enough of kissing her. Or enough of her touch. /Hermione,\\ Hot palms rubbed up the length of his back just before blunt nails dragged down the same path. /Bloody hell,\\ Somehow his body knew exactly what to do with the shivering her nails caused, rocking his hips against hers. She felt… so good beneath him, nails digging into the skin of his back.

"Ron…" /Yes,\\ One hand found the back of her knee, eagerly sliding his palm up her skin. Her breath trembled against his lips, as the muscles under his fingers twitched and trembled. The way Hermione reacted to him… "Touch me, Ron… please."

"Hermione," He was breathless as her entire body arched under his and her hand led his fingers out of her hair along skin to her buttons. Shock brought his head up enough to see her eyes. Ron watched her teeth sink into her lower lip as she nodded to the question in his eyes. Hermione wanted his touch, wanted his hands and his lips on her skin. And there was nothing he wanted more than to give it to her. "Dear sweet luv," Beyond his control, his hands raced for her skin, opening the shirt to the sound o her wordless groan. "So beautiful, Hermione."

She was breathtaking… and his, lying in his arms half-dressed. /Hermione,\\ Ron wanted this, needed to watch her skin under his hands. Starting at the band of her skirt, he slowly dragged both splayed hands up her waist and along her ribs. "Ron, please." Hermione needed him and she was gonna get him. His fingers found the clasp of her bra as his lips touched the hollow of her throat. His mouth followed the arch of her back and the grip of her hands downward. Hooks and lace seemed to vanish under his hands and Hermione was suddenly bare under his eyes.

/So, beautiful…\\ "Hermione?" His eyes found hers as his hands slowly cupped the softest skin on the planet. Her eyes fluttered as her entire body arched into the touch of his hands. The hesitation in him vanished at the sounds on her lips and the bite of her nails in the back of his neck. "Oh, Hermione, luv." Lowering his head, Ron groaned at the smooth heat of her under his lips, against his tongue.

"Ron," Her arms tightened around his shoulders and her legs crossed behind his back. "More, please, Ron." Her heels pressed his hips harder between her thighs to the sound of two breathless gasps. "I need you, Ron."

And he needed her. Needed her lips against his, her skin warming his. Pulling his mouth from her skin, Ron moved up, his eyes locked to hers. "I need you, Hermione, so much." Hands sliding up her back, he pulled her naked chest flush against his own. "Oh, bloody hell…"

She was… burning him alive with so much of her skin against his. Her arms and legs held him tight. And she still wasn't close enough. Ron struggled to breathe, lowering his head to capture her mouth with his own. He still needed more of her.

"Ron," Hot fingers slid down his chest as her tongue went about exploring his. "Let me…" Hermione locked her eyes to his in the second before those fingers unfastened his top button. /Bloody hell, luv.\\ "Let me… touch you, Ron."

Breathing was beyond impossible and Ron found himself simply nodding against the side of her neck. /Please, yes, please.\\ His hands trembled and clenched against her back as her hands slipped past the fabric to close around him. "Good bloody hell!" Heat, soft skin, the way her breath shuddered past his ear. He was melting helplessly into the exploration of her hands.

Hermione was killing him and, good lord, it was amazing. Cupping one hand along her jaw, Ron lost himself in the heat of her mouth and her hands. /Sweet brilliant girl.\\

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