"It isn't such a big deal. Leave them alone. Everyone does it."
(Hermione)-Everyone except me, of course.
(Ron)- I wish I could kiss you like he's kissing Ginny.
"That's my baby sister. You don't expect me to kick back and enjoy the show, do you?"
Ron motioned for the door's handle. Hermione didn't want things to get out of hand. Was now her chance to have a bite of her forbidden fruit? Should she do the unthinkable?. Now's the chance. Better hurry up.
She blocked Ron from reaching the door and before he could protest she pushed him and pinned him against a wall. Hermione stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Ron's neck. Their noses were practically touching.
"Everyone does it," Hermione whispered seductively.
(Hermione)- Oh my, did I just say that?
She leant in and kissed him. It contained more magic than the walls of Hogwarts itself, that kiss. It was beyond perfect.
Ron's head was spinning. Is he really having a make out session with the girl of his dreams? Damned right he is.
His hands were glued at his sides. His body was stiff from shock and the only thing on his body that was moving properly on his body were his lips. Well, his lips and another body part in the lower region.
His erection brought Hermione back to reality. She pulled back.
"Oh my gosh. Ronald, I'm so sorry I know I shouldn't have."
"Why shouldn't you have?" Ron said crossing his legs in attempt to hide the bulge in his pants.
"Well, because you just told me how much you love this other girl and here I am kissing you. I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry. It's just I've had these feelings for you since we met and I've only just realized them as love when you were dating Lavender."
(Hermione)- Why am I saying this? He'll never love me.
"You have feelings for me? Wait, did you just say love? You love me?" Ron said uncrossing his legs and crossing them again. Anyone who walked down the hall would think Ron seriously needed the bathroom.
"Well, yes – No. What am I saying? It doesn't matter how I feel because your heart belongs to someone else."
"I had no idea you felt this way."
"Forget about it. I didn't mean to be such a bother"
"Hermione, in case you haven't noticed I have a bit of a problem," Ron said pointing to his erection and no longer trying to hide it.
"I'm trying not to look, Ron. This is so inappropriate. I was pretending not to notice."
(Hermione)- He is so GORGEOUS. I wonder how big his---hello! This isn't the time to daydream, he'll think you're mad with that blank face.
"Well it's kind of hard not to."
"I'll just go, then. Can we just pretend we never had this conversation? Let's pretend we never did what we just did and I'll understand if you want to pretend you never met me. Gods, you must think I'm an awful person.."
When Ron didn't answer Hermione turned and walked away.
(Hermione)- If he cares about me, he'll come after me. He will. Come on, Ron. Just call me back. Anything.
Ron ran after her and spun her around. He pulled her close to him making sure she noticed his 'little problem.'
(Hermione)- Well this works too.
"Hermione, the day I met you was the happiest day of my life. Oh, about my problem… you're the only one that causes it. And you're the only one that can fix it."
(Hermione)- WHAT!!!!!!!?????!?!?!?!?
"What did you just say?" Hermione said trying to keep cool.
"You heard me."
"But earlier. You said you were in love with the most beautiful girl you had ever seen. You said she's never have you. You said-"
"I know what I said. I was describing you earlier when we were patroling the train. I love you and I think I always will."
"Oh, Ron, do you mean it?" Hermione's eyes were brimmed with tears.
"Yes. I'll proudly admit that I am madly in love with a beautiful young woman named Hermione Jane Granger."
"Well, he's lucky because she proudly admits she loves a handsome young man named Ronald Billius Weasley." Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron and he let her cry on his shoulder.
"I love you so much, Ron. I think I'd die if I couldn't be able to see you every day. Even if we've never done anything intimate, I've always loved being around you. I love you I love you I love you. I don't know how many times I can say it before it gets old."
"I've waited so long to hear you say that, Hermione."
"I've waited so long to be able to say it. I can't believe this. I must be dreaming."
"Really? I didn't think things could feel (Ron pulled her closer, letting his 'problem' feel Hermione's inner thigh) this real in a dream."
"You know, there's something else I've been waiting to do."
"Is there?"
"How long until we arrive at Kings Cross?"
"A couple of hours at least."
"Should we go find an empty compartment, then?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure. Do you not want to?"
"Yes, of course I want to, but I don't want to risk anything by going too fast."
"Weren't you the one who just- look I have a bit of a 'problem' of my own the I need you to fix. It'll be okay. Come with me."
Hermione took Ron's hand and led him down the hall. They peered into each compartment. The first one they came across had three first year girls playing a muggle hand game that Hermione remembered playing with her neighbor. In the second compartment they saw something they definitely didn't want to see involving two Sytherins that neither Ron nor Hermione recognized and one Pansy Parkinson.
(Hermione) Doesn't ANYONE use charms these anymore? Nobody wants to see THAT!
"Um, Hermione. My problem's gone now. Seeing that has totally turned me off."
They quickened their pace and at long last found an empty compartment.
"Then let's see if I can bring it back. I don't think it was properly treated."
(Hermione)- I've never said anything like this before. I think Ron brings out the scarlet woman in me. I'm not upset about it either.
Once inside Hermione whipped out her wand and said, "Zolus."
"What does that do?"
"It makes sure people can't see us from the other side of that door."
"You're brilliant, Hermione."
Hermione blushed.
"Are you blushing?" Ron asked in a mock-shocked voice.
"So?"
"You never blush."
"It's what you do to me Ron." Hermione was now walking seductively toward Ron who was standing at the window. She slid her robe off and let it fall to the floor.
"Hermione, don't do anything you know you'll regret later on." Ron's palms were clammy and he could feel himself going stiff again. All the blood in his body was rushing- and I don't mean to his head.
"I doubt I could regret anything I do with you."
"I just-"
"No more talking, love. Let me take care of you the way I've wanted to all this time."
Ron nodded. Hermione was now standing in front of Ron inching closer and closer. When their faces were centimeters apart Ron leant in to kiss her, but she pulled away. She pushed him down onto the compartment seat with such force that Ron never knew Hermione had. She straddled his lap and attacked his neck with sensual kisses.
"Hmm," Ron moaned. His breathing was short and hastened. Once again his hands were glued to his sides. When Hermione noticed this she placed his hands on her hips.
"It's okay. I don't mind."
Tiny beads of sweat were starting to form on Ron's forehead. What was wrong with him? Isn't this what he'd been dreaming of? So why isn't he doing anything right?
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Keep going."
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to. We can take things slower if that would make you feel better."
"No, I want to. I really do. I just let my nerves get the best of me. I want you so badly. I've waited for this for so long. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"There isn't anything wrong with you. If you really want to do this, don't do anything. I'll do all the work and then you'll feel much more comfortable. Okay?"
Ron nodded.
"There's no going back now." Hermione kissed Ron's nose. "Let me do whatever I want." She kissed his lips. "Let me touch whatever I need to touch." She unzipped the zipper to his pants.
Ron gulped. Hermione leapt up as if Ron's lap had just electrocuted her.
"Sorry. I can't control that. It always happens when I'm around you. I'm suprised you've never noticed."
"Really?"
"Yes. AND I have been waking almost every night for the past few months because I get these erotic dreams about you. Now that I finally have you, I can't do anything and my boners get all out of control."
"Oh I have the perfect idea. This will help so much. I'll strip for you! Do you like that idea?"
"St-strip for me? for me? There isn't any music."
"Hello, am I or am I not a witch. Are you or are you not a wizard. This is going to be so perfect. By the time I'm finished you won't be able to keep your hands off me.
"Okay. If you're sure."
"I'm positive. Ready?"
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be"
"Hey, you're great at nonverbal spells, right?"
"Well, I'm not great."
"No, you're fantastic. Anyway, why don't you choose my outfit. But don't put me in anything too skimpy or I'll have nothing to strtip."
"Oh, this should be fun." Ron shut his eyes tight. When he opened them up he saw a goddess. She had on red stilettos, a black and gray plaid schoolgirl skirt that hugged her hips and revealed a red thong with rhinestones hanging from it. She had fantastic legs that Ron just wanted to put his hands all over. She also wore a white button-down that only buttoned halfway starting from beneath her red, rhinestoned bra . Her half open shirt gave a clear view of Hermione's mile-deep cleavage. Around her collar was a loosely tied Gryffindor tie. Her hair was bushy and loose as ever, but that was just how Ron liked it. She had no makeup on at all and Ron thought her face looked best when it was natural. If Ron was horny before no one can possibly know what he is now.
"Wow. Is that you, Hermione?"
