Ron entered her almost immediately. She cried out in pain and he withdrew, wincing.
"I'm fine, Ron," she assured with a gasp. Ron nodded, looking as if her might cry. He went back inside of her slowly, Hermione trying to muffle a gasp. "Back and forth," she said when he didn't move. Ron pulled back a bit, then forward. Hermione was biting her lip now, grasping the sides of the bed tightly. Gradually, Ron went faster and it became less painful and more pleasurable. "Merlin's beard, 'Mione," he moaned.
"Faster," Hermione grunted, rubbing her chest. Ron obeyed. His thrust his hips one final, hard time, making Hermione arch her back and both of them come. Ron laid down on top of his friend, still inside her and panting. Hermione was breathing heavily with satisfaction. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before- and she liked it.
"You're amazing, y'know that?" Ron smiled.
"You weren't half bad yourself," replied Hermione, returning the smile. Maybe he'd forget Lavender and love her, instead. Maybe this could be a regular thing. Maybe-
"Lavender would love this!"
Hermione's heart stopped. Her smile fell. Her eyes watered.
"I'm sure she would," she said quietly.
"To bad I broke up with her," Ron said softly.
"Broke…up?" Was all the brown haired girl beneath him could say.
"Yeah, 'bout a week ago."
Hermione was confused. "But… you asked me to teach you a few days ag-"
Her eyes widened. "Ronald Weasley! You pig! You jerk! You-"
He kissed her and apologized.
Hermione couldn't stay angry. It's not like she didn't want it to happen, after all.
"You're a really good teacher, Hermione."
End
Author's Note:
So... what did you think? I'm sorry if it's bad, this is my first fanfic. Please comment and tell me how you liked it! Thanks for reading.