Ron couldn't believe his luck.

The morning had begun terribly; he hadn't missed that gleam of interest mixed with the loathing in Draco's eyes when he stared at Neville at breakfast. But Ron had found something he had never imagined—someone whose company he enjoyed more than the Slytherin prince's. Especially in bed.

Instead of going to first period Herbology after breakfast, Ron and rediscovered bombshell Hermione had snuck into the Room of Requirement, fueled by Hermione's promise of a "special surprise". She had made Ron close his eyes when he entered the room; when he was finally allowed to look, the view left him awestruck for a few seconds.

Hermione had asked the room to decorate itself as the setting for the ultimate wet dream. The walls were red, the carpet was black and luxurious, and, best of all, there was a huge round bed that took up an entire corner. There was a door on one side of the room, and mirrors covered the walls (especially abundant around the bed). There was a huge wooden chest next to the bed, which Ron somehow knew was full of all sorts of toys and items which could keep a young couple busy for years.

Not that Ron noticed any of this, at first. His immediate attention was on the busty brunette with the smoky eyes, slowly twirling on the pole in the exact center of the room.

"Whoa," he exclaimed, robes tenting at once. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"It's a Muggle thing…" she answered, managing to look at the same time coy and irresistibly alluring. "My cousins taught me…they said it would work on guys…" It was cute, she seemed a little nervous. Ron had to admit, the vixen twirling in front of him was incredibly intimidating; it was good to know there was still a little Hermione in the kinky goddess in front of him.

Ron's eyes hadn't moved from her curvaceous body, clad only in black spike heels, a red lacy bra, and the tiniest red thong he had ever seen. He gulped. Her boobs...it had been impossible to tell what lay under her robes, but they were amazing. His gaze moved slowly down her body—the tiny waist, sexy hips, even a bellybutton piercing. Her bubble butt—fucking robes!!—and long, lean legs. Ron's mouth refused to close.

Fifteen minutes later, the bra was gone, and Ron was looking down into a beautiful pair of gray eyes, staring up at him from somewhere around his groin. At the moment, Hermione had every inch of Ron's giant dick shoved down her throat; she seemed to be enjoying herself, too. She pulled her head back and bent forward to lick his balls, extracting a drawn-out moan from her lover. After a minute she returned to his solid cock, pumping her head vigorously and licking a bead of precum from the tip. Ron cautiously placed a hand on her hair, and was rewarded with (what looked like) a sexy grin. That smile was enough to bring Ron very close to the edge; instead, he gently removed himself from Hermione's warm, soft mouth and pushed her onto the floor beneath him.

"I want you to take me. I want you to fuck me until you can't move. I want you to fucking abuse me."

Ron gaped again for a moment—where was this coming from??—before doing exactly what she wanted. He tried to start slow—she was, after all, a virgin—but her cries of "faster!!" and "FUCK ME" made it impossible. He gave in to his most animalistic instincts, and soon her tight, dripping pussy was full of his hot come. She came with a shriek as soon as she felt his orgasm, and the couple lay panting on the floor for a minute, wondering at what had just happened.

"I'm never leaving this room," Ron whispered as he moved over to spoon Hermione.

She rolled over to look him in the eyes with a lusty smile. "Are you sure? That door leads to the deluxe bathroom…complete with hot tub and plenty of bubble bath…"