Hermione shut the door quietly behind her, looking up and down the empty halls, checking behind her as she strode down the hallway. Hermione held his hand; it was her lifeline in the darkness. He squeezed it back knowingly, pulling her into a empty corner. He searched her body with his excited hands shaking beneath her shirt. Hermione leaned against the wall, nervously searching for wandering students. He slid his hands under her bra, running his hands over her smooth breasts. Hermione looked at the ground, ashamed of what she was doing with him. He grasped her closer; wanting to go inside, wanting to feel her hot pulsing flesh against him. Hermione tilted her head away from his hot breath, remaining motionless as he cupped her breast is his large hand.
"Let's find somewhere..." She paused wincing softly as he grasped her harder,
"Yes?" He cooed, a sneer playing on his lips as he slid a hand down the front of Hermione's pants; she shut her eyes trying to find the words.
"Somewhere private" Hermione finished, letting a quiet moan escape her mouth. Ron removed his hand and linked arms with Hermione instead.
"Well then, where did you have in mind?" Ron asked staring down into Hermione's half lidded eyes.
"The room of requirement..." The words spluttered from her lips before she could think. Hermione's cheeks burned red in the dim lighting. Ron stroked her blushed cheek, nodding excitedly.
"Well let's go then" Ron strode off in the direction of the room of requirement, Hermione in tow. What if Luna hasn't left yet? Hermione thought to herself as Ron tugged her down to hallway. How can I explain myself to Luna if she's there? Hermione bit her lip anxiously; Ron smiled down at her and squeezed her hand in encouragement. Hermione returned his awkward grin, doubting herself with every step she took.
Luna paced down the hall, her pale face tugged into a fierce frown; she had checked McGonagall's office, where they had first made love to each other. She had checked outside of the Gryffindor Commons, where she had waited for Hermione just earlier that night. Luna was returning to the last place she had seen her sweet angel, the room of requirement; hoping that Hermione might regret her harsh words and return back her. Her shoes made soft pounding noises against the stone floor; Luna wrung her hands nervously, hoping that she would find the answer. Luna looked up just in time to see a blur of chestnut hair hurry by. Luna stopped in mid-step, pressing herself against the wall, listening to the distant whispers that were echoing down the vacant hallway.
"C'mon then, the door's appeared." Whispered a familiar deep voice.
"Oh, a-alright." Stuttered Hermione, Luna's stomach plummeted, anger boiling inside her. That was Hermione and she was with him, after she had promised... She had promised.... Luna followed the hushed voices down the hall until they vanished, just in front of the room of requirement. Luna's mouth opened, wanting to scream, to yell but her head was empty... All she could think of was Hermione's soft voice, telling Luna that she loved her. Luna felt light headed, her throat constricting as tears welled up in her eyes. She sat on the cold floor, curling into herself and wishing this all away. Luna let a loud sob escape her aching throat; she withdrew her wand, racking her brains for a vanishing charm.
Ron licked Hermione's hard nipple, stopping to smile at her devilishly. She looked up into his eager face, and shut her eyes, letting him have his way. Ron pulled off his own shirt, tossing it onto the stone floor and leaning over her he shimmied off his own pants and boxer shorts. Leaving his naked and grinning, "You like this?" Ron asked Hermione boldly. She opened her eyes surprised to hear his voice; Ron didn't wait for an answer. He kissed her neck passionately, pressing Hermione's hands down into the plushy bed covers. He rested his hands on her small breasts and positioned himself inside her. He thrust his hard penis into Hermione, making her scream. "That's right" Ron uttered in a low moan, moving himself faster, walking his hands to Hermione's shoulders and holding on for support. He pushed himself into her tight vagina, pressing himself in deeply until Hermione screamed. She arched her back at the pressure building inside her, trying to hold in her constant moans and sighs. Ron slowed himself, wanting to make this last as long as he could, pounding against her warm flesh, stooping down to kiss her plump, red lips.
Luna checked the empty hall = once more, she had not been able to successfully charm herself into invisibility so she would have to go as she was. Luna walked quietly over to the entrance of the room, keeping one thought in her mind. I need a place where I can find Hermione she repeated in her head over and over. The brick wall dissolved away revealing two figures in a four post bed, much like the one Luna had rested in earlier (minus quite a lot of lace). Luna tip-toed through the entrance, unnoticed by Ron or Hermione, not letting the two figures out of her eyesight, she paced slowly over to a dark corner where she planned to observe. She watched intently as Ron thrust himself into the sweet girl, it was almost too much for Luna to bear. She shut her eyes as she listened to Hermione's screams and Ron's grunts of satisfaction. Luna wiped her wet eyes and walked boldly over to the bed, her stomach lurched as she saw Hermione's red face, contorted in pleasure. A look Hermione had not had during either of their two "dates". Luna eyes burned as she took in the scene silently, not wanting to take it any more, Luna strode into the light that was spilling in from a large window over the bed. Hermione's eye slit open as felt herself climax, her mouth opened as she let a shrill scream escape "Ron!" Hermione shuddered as Ron released his load; he moaned deeply and flopped down next to Hermione on the bed. Hermione's face showed not nearly half of the shock that she felt. Her head spinning dizzily and her heart pounding against her ribs. She gawked blankly up at Luna's milky-white face.
"You promised" Luna whispered, tears flooding her eyes. Hermione opened her mouth ready to fill the rooms with excuses, lies, anything to make the tears dry off of Luna's skin. Ron was ruffling the bed sheets, pulling them over himself a confused look spread across his face.
"What's going on here?" Ron asked looking Hermione dead in the eyes, "What is Luna doing here?" Ron's voice rose as he continued his questioning. "Luna why are you here?"
"I think that Hermione has a lot to explain to the both of us..." Luna said blankly, tears running down her chin, leaving shimmering trails over her face. Hermione covered her eyes with a limp arm, not knowing where to begin.
"What is this?" Ron yelled angrily, jumping off of the bed and pulling his shirt over his ruffled hair. Hermione sat up, pressing the blanket against her chest, covering what they all had seen before. Luna turned on her heel, not planning to listen to any more of Hermione's deceit. She strode out of the room, Ron's angry yells following her down the hall. Hermione slid off of the bed, reaching for Ron's arm as he hurriedly dressed himself, pulling on his boxers, he shook her off.
"I don't want to talk about this Hermione." She covered herself with the crumpled bed sheet, tears pouring from her puffy eyes.
"Please Ron, let me explain" Hermione shouted through her sobs. Ron spun around, tugging on his jeans and straightening his hair,
"Why Hermione?! So you can lie to me some more?!" Ron zipped his jeans and turned towards her once more. "Don't you ever talk to me again" he brandished a finger at her "I don't ever want to see you!" Ron screamed, then stopped to contain himself, stroking his chin and placing a hand on his hip and then he stomped from the room; leaving Hermione alone...
Luna sank to the floor outside of the empty great hall. She held onto her knees, fiercely anchoring herself to reality. Hermione had betrayed her one too many times, and she had promised. She had promised! Luna sobbed violently, empty tears wetting her dress. Her choked sobs echoed through the halls, dim morning light shining onto Luna's feet. Luna cried to herself until her throat loosened and her eyes stung from the salty tears that had saturated her skin. Luna looked up when she heard distant footsteps; she wiped her burning eyes and peered down the dimly lit hall. Hermione's head was hanging down, tilted in shame, she had to explain herself to Luna; even though she had nothing to explain. What had happened was painfully apparent; Hermione had betrayed both of the people who she had loved. Both of the people who had loved her, she had betrayed Luna, whom she had promised. She had promised that she would stop all of what she was doing with Ron. But how could she when Ron proclaimed his love for her, when he came to her crying and seeking love. Hermione reached Luna and stopped abruptly at her feet. Luna looked up at Hermione, her eyes bloodshot and sore,
"What do you want from me?" Luna asked in a trembling voice barely above a whisper. Hermione remained silent, thinking of how she could explain her actions to this beautiful woman.
"I don't know what to say Luna, I can't apologize enough" Hermione said, not wanting to meet Luna's eyes. Luna gazed up at Hermione, not planning on saying anything more than she already had.
"I am so sorry Luna..." She paused and met Luna's blank stare "I'll do anything to make it up to you..." Hermione reached down to stroke Luna's moist cheek but Luna pushed Hermione's hand away with a look of disgust.
"I don't want you to apologize for something that I can't possibly forgive you for" Luna tore her eyes away from Hermione's needy gaze. "I'm going need a lot of time before I can truly forgive you." Luna paused wiping snot from her leaking nose.
"I'll wait for you to be ready..." Hermione smiled hopefully at Luna, but Luna didn't return her grin, she looked up at her blankly; no emotion displayed on her face at all. Hermione nodded and turned to walk away, taking Luna's silence as her response. Luna stood before Hermione had taken her first step, Luna strode away. Not letting Hermione have the satisfaction of walking out on her again.