Chapter 4 – Touch
Setting – Post DH, Hermione's Christmas Break during her 7th year at Hogwarts
It's the best thing in the world, Hermione's skin is. He feels it brush against his when she reaches over for a quill during their third year. They're supposed to be fighting but to hell with it…he smiles to himself when she retracts her hand and she doesn't notice, thank Merlin.
They danced at Bill and Fleur's wedding and for the first time, Ron held her hand and they weren't running from Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic or she wasn't helping him up while escaping from the Shrieking Shack. He feels her finger tips touch his neck and playfully touch the ends of his hair. Her hand feels so small and it is, so incredibly small.
He remembers a time when he touched Hermione's hair accidentally. It brushed against his face during Potions class once. It was soft, almost softer than her skin. But the moment didn't last long.
Now things were different. His fingers were knotted tightly in her hair as she touched him, they were only kissing…only. Her hands ran down his arms and his hands slid from her hair to her cheek to her clavicles. He smiled when he remembered this but now he got to touch her more honestly than before.
Tonight things were getting out of control. If Hermione wanted Ron to stop she should have said something a long time ago. Somehow, by the graces of some unknown force…he was touching the skin of her stomach…inching up slowly. Her breath hitched and she shut her eyes.
His fingers danced across her skin, tiny small hairs making her skin feel like feathers. He reached her breasts and gasped when he realized she's not wearing a bra.
"Why?" He groans.
"Because I wanted you…to touch them." She sighs.
Ron swallows hard and raises the shirt above her head. His lips run over her lips. Hermione's lips have to be the single most incredible thing that the world has created. Sometimes they're slightly chapped but most of the time, they are soft because they've been kissing so often. They meet in his room around midnight, after everyone has gone to sleep. It's been a long time since they were alone. It's winter break for Hogwarts and Hermione and Ron are getting reacquainted. After realizing they might die together, they decided it might be best to just do things they want and live together, theoretically of course.
Her nipples feel hard under his fingertips. He knows they're a bit calloused but she arches her back a bit to his touch. He wants to kiss them so very badly but he can't get over touching them. Eventually he lets his mouth do that for him. He slips his fingers dangerously under her skirt and they reach the elastic of her underwear and soon he feels it, he actually touches her there. It's odd at first because it's not as soft but it's still wonderful because he feels her center and in his mind, that's his now.
"Fuck." He whispers.
"Ron…" She pants.
He's touching the inside of her and that alone sends him to another stratosphere. Is it possible that the inside of her body feels just as good as the outside? He won't know for now because before he realizes it, she's clenching around his fingers and he's a little bit scared about what's happening. Her breath starts increasing and he's kissing her so hard, he's sure he must be hurting her a little bit but he can't stop because her fingernails are digging into his shoulder and he feels a challenge coming on. When she stops moving against his hand and her body becomes rigid, she breaks from their kiss and Ron gets a little daring. He takes his fingers and slides them into her mouth.
He has absolutely no idea how he decided that was an okay idea or why she responded so nicely. She closes her eyes and for the first time (there were a lot of firsts tonight, in all honesty) he feels her tongue with his middle and index finger. She sucks on them so softly and coyly and he imagines her doing that thing with her tongue on other part of his body but he tries to shoo it away with his mind and take in this moment, the tip of her tongue and the pressure it's creating on the fingers in his mouth.
His other hand navigates the contours of his body that are still virgin to his touch, like the curve directly under her bottom and the skin behind her knee. Her hands rested on his shoulder and sometimes he wished she would touch him. All in due time, he reminds himself, hopefully. Eventually he replaces his fingers with his mouth and he thinks about how she must taste...there. One day he'll find out.
For now, she gets up after they kiss for thirty more minutes and for some reason she is still shy around him. Admittedly, he feels a little ashamed at his behavior but she let him do it, almost pleaded, and to him that was enough. She pulls her shirt down and fixes her skirt but before she is able to go back to her shared room with Ginny…Ron touches her one more time and that's to fix the hair that's plastered to her damp cheeks and forehead. She smiles bashfully and leaves without a word.