Prompt: St. Mungos
Summary: Ron is in desperate need of Hermione's help after coming into contact with a very peculiar potion. (Note: I realize the premise of needing sex to cure a potion's effect has been done many times, so I take no creative credit over that aspect of the fic. This is just my interpretation.)
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Hermione sat in her comfy armchair, her eyes skimming over the words in her book, not taking much in as she was constantly looking up at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace that stood empty and cold.
Just then something bright and blue barreled through the closed door, its short, glowing fur whipping around its small body until came to sit at her ankles. She shot to her feet, her entire body tense and her eyes wide as she stared down at Ron's Patronus, waiting. The only thing that kept her from panicking was the fact that him sending a Patronus meant he was still alive.
"Hermione! Listen," was the first thing Ron's echoing voice said from this adorable glowing dog that was now running circles around her legs. "I'm at St. Mungos-" As soon as she heard his location Hermione snatched her wand from the coffee table while pushing her feet into her flats. "I- I need you. Please- Shut it, Harry, I'm doing a thing-" She yanked her coat from the coat rack, nearly knocking it to the floor. "Can you come over?" She registered pain in his voice, and pulled her coat on over her flannel pajamas. "Hurry! Bloody- How do I -" his voice cut out and the energetic dog was gone. With her heart thumping wildly, Hermione focused on St. Mungos before disappearing with a loud crack.
When she arrived, and was directed to the third floor, the level for potion and plant poisoning, her mind went into overdrive. Then Harry was there, dragging her into a waiting room.
"What's going on, Harry?" she asked shrilly and rounded on him. "How bad is it? Just tell me he's alright."
"Hermione, he's alright," Harry said, and she wondered how he could look so calm right now. He paused to shake his head, and she thought she saw a smirk flutter across his mouth. "Sorry, it's just so… I dunno. Anyway, I'll take you to him now, come on."
"I don't know why you can't just tell me, Harry," she glared at him sideways. "Your best friend is in hospital, and you-"
They had reached Ron's room, and Hermione's voice lost all verbal intention.
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Ron was sat on top of a hospital bed, his legs sticking out the bottom of the covers, hunched over at the waist, grimacing and yelling at the Healer who was standing at his bedside, filling a goblet of a thick looking potion.
"I said water, not that horrible shite again!" He looked up when he heard a gasp and a flurry of bushy brown hair coming at him.
She pulled him into a fierce hug, making Ron grunt in pain. She backed away, worry and confusion etched all over her face. Ron felt awful for causing it. He tried to smile, but his brain was fuzzy from the throbbing pain.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Um…" He couldn't say it, and instead pointed to where he was cupping himself between his legs.
"Oh…'
The Healer handed Ron the goblet, and Ron glared at him before taking a swig, almost retching as he handed it back.
"Your friend here-"
"Boyfriend," Hermione interrupted with a sniff.
"Oh, well, that will make the healing process much better," the elderly Healer smiled kindly at her. "You see, Ron has come into contact with a very… peculiar potion tonight. Apparently it is used by certain individuals to maintain a heightened state of… arousal."
"Are you serious?" Hermione asked, and heard Harry snort behind her.
"Harry," Ron moaned. "Do you have to be here right now?" He hated that Harry was witness to the initial reactions of the potion, seeing Ron try to push down and hide his massive erection as he stumbled through the hospital.
"I'm sorry!" Harry said with his hands in the air. "But, I mean, it's kind of funny… right?"
"Out now!" Ron yelled through gritted teeth, then as Harry shrugged and opened the door, he added, "And… thanks, mate!"
"Yeah, anytime!" Then he was gone, and the Healer was explaining to Hermione about the potion, and its cure.
"After finding out what the potion was, we had Ron try to ejaculate on his own, but it only seemed to intensify the pain, which is why we had him call upon you for help. You see, after looking into similar cases, we believe intercourse to be the most efficient cure."
Hermione's face was bright red. "Are you sure that's the only way?" She started to fidget, and then glanced at Ron, her face softening into a look of pity, which made him feel even worse.
"Alright, fine. I'll do it," she said to the Healer, then to Ron, "I can't stand to see you in pain. Of course I'll help."
"Excellent," the Healer said. "I gave him some potion for the pain, hoping it would make the communion less painful. It is vital that he ejaculates, er, inside. Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded, and Ron was terrified. How was he expected to perform, let alone have an orgasm, in this state?
"I'll leave you to it, then," the Healer said and walked to the door. "I will seal the door so no one can hear or enter. When you are finished let me know, and we can run more tests. Good luck," he added with a shake of his head, and then shut the door.
"Oh, my god, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, her hands on her face. "How did this happen? Aren't there procedures and protocols? Don't you wear gloves, for goodness' sake?"
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Can you wait until after to, you know, rip me a new one? I already feel like it's literally happening."
Hermione took a deep breath, and smoothed her hair back with a resolute expression that made Ron uneasy.
"Right, let's do this," she said as she shoved her coat off, and threw it onto a chair, revealing a red plaid flannel top and matching bottoms. Then she took her wand out and quickly put up additional spells around the room. "Not that I don't trust the Healers, but I feel better doing it myself."
"Can we just get this over with?" he said, trying not to sound as pitiful as he felt.
He watched as she started unbuttoning her top, and when he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra he stopped her. "Stop! I can't handle your tits right now."
"Okay," she said, abandoning her top, which was halfway open, and when she bent over to push her pants and knickers down he saw one of her nipples, and cried out in pain.
"It'll be okay, Ron. Just let me get ready."
She pointed her wand at herself and muttered the contraceptive spell, then tossed it aside before climbing on the bed.
"Can you lay on your back?" she asked as she put both her knees and hands on either side of his legs, and crawled her way up his body without touching him.
"I think so." He slowly laid back, and groaned long and loud as the stretching felt good on his back, yet made his cock spring up into the air, giving him a jolt of pain. Hermione grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him on his back when he started to curl onto his side.
"You're stronger… than you look," Ron gasped, gripping the bed sheets in his fists. With her bum on his thighs, she stared down at his uncovered, engorged member for the first time since entering the room.
"Hermione," Ron moaned loudly, no longer caring if he seemed desperate. "Don't look. Just… do something! Please!"
She looked up at Ron with a timid smile. "It'll be alright,' she said soothingly, but he wasn't paying attention. He pulled his lips into his mouth and blinked up at the ceiling, waiting and trusting her to heal him.
When she touched it, it was like stars - literal gaseous balls of fire - were exploding all over his cock; it was so bad he almost told her to get the fuck off of him. But he squeezed his eyes shut, telling himself to quit acting like a twat.
"I'm so sorry," he heard her mutter before he felt her moving over him, her hand still holding onto his cock with a tender grip. He opened his eyes to squint up at her as she huffed, sat up again, licked her other hand, then rubbed herself with it.
"Fuck…" he whispered. It was too much. He vowed not to look at her again until it was over.
"I wasn't wet enough," she informed him as he felt her slide his tip across her now smooth folds. He took deep breaths into his nose and nodded, willing her hurry the hell up.
"Ohhh no- oh fuck…" he gasped, and his hips squirmed involuntarily as she lowered her body. She made a grunting noise, slowly impaling herself with his thick, pulsating, swollen knob.
"You need to keep still. You're making it worse… Goodness, it's so… big…"
"I can't help it! It hurts, oh god…"
She started stroking his cheek, shushing him, and whispering his name until she was finally sitting on his lap, full of him. "Okay," she panted, stroking his stomach underneath his shirt. "Try to relax and I'll do my best to make you come quickly, alright?"
He nodded vigorously. "Go ahead," he stuttered, and she started moving, rising up off of him, and then back down, slowly.
He bit down on his knuckles of one hand; the feeling was so intense… intense, but not as painful as before. She continued, and he could hear her breathing more heavily with every rise and fall of her hips. And the pain was reduced to a dull ache.
"I think… it's working," Ron said, and dared to open his eyes. The vision before him no longer sent shooting pains through his groin. She was riding him harder now, hair bouncing along her shoulders and face as she concentrated on her task.
"Are you close?" she asked, breathless.
He knew the potion wouldn't wear off until he finished, so he grabbed onto her waist and saw a flicker of lust flash across her eyes. She braced herself with her hands on his chest, and he slammed up into her. As the pressure built up he shouted out her name, pushing her down onto him with renewed strength and vigor.
"Come on, Ron! Do it!" she cheered him on, leaning over to kiss him on the mouth. His body vibrated uncontrollably, and he growled low and deep… then he was shooting up into her, his arse lifting off the bed.
She caressed his shoulders and arms, kissing down his neck and throat as he lay there panting and gasping in gulps of air.
"Are you okay?" she asked, sitting back up. He nodded with a grin, then hissed as she extracted herself from his now semi-hard cock.
Then she was off of him, stumbling to the floor and fishing around for her knickers and pants. Ron sat up, pulling the covers over him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to get the Healer," she said, pulling herself together and smoothing down her hair.
He grabbed her hand before she turned away, and pulled her to him, gazing into her eyes. She softened then, and sighed.
"I'm still upset with you, you know."
"I know. I'm sorry. I was stupid."
"No, you were careless. There's a difference." She held his face and kissed him on the lips. He still felt like an idiot, but at least she was no longer angry. "Promise me you'll be more cautious. It could have been a lot worse."
"I promise. I love you," he said, feeling delirious and exhausted all of a sudden. She helped him lay back on the pillow and kissed his sweaty forehead.
"I love you," he heard her say before everything went dark and he drifted off to sleep.
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