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Chapter 10: Passion and Pain

To say that Ronald Weasley was angry would be an understatement. A dare? A fucking dare?! That's all that this whole situation was? He didn't expect that from Hermione at all. His Mione would never do him like this.

He sat out in the quidditch pitch and reflected on days earlier. Was that part of the dare?

*START FLASHBACK*

"You're such a complete ass Ronald Weasley!" yelled Hermione's she stormed into her room, Ron quickly walking after her.

"What the bloody hell do you want me to do Mione?" yelled Ron back. "I'm trying my best. I have tried to break up with her and every bloody time she comes up with some bullshit or just walks away from me. What am I supposed to do?"

"Try harder! I can't keep doing this with you Ron!"

"This?! What is this exactly is this Hermione? You won't even tell me! You keep saying 'us this and us that' and I just don't get it! There is no us if you won't speak!"

"There isn't any us because you already have someone Ron and it's bad that I keep snogging you! I am not going to be your scarlet woman!" yelled Hermione, her hair starting to frizz and stand on end.

Ron got even more angry at Hermione referring herself as that. "I can't believe that you would even think that I felt you were that to me! Are you bloody mental?! You are not a damn scarlet woman and never will you be one." he said walking up to her and holding her as tight as he could.

Hermione tried hard to fight against him and get out of his arms. She pushed back and punched on his chest. Not enough to hurt him. Just enough to make him let go. Which he didn't.

"Why Ronald? Why are we doing this knowing you still have that slag and you don't seem to want to get rid of her! "

"Hermione I don't want to fucking be with her! I want to be with you! I fucking love you, can't you see?!"

Hermione stopped her punches. She looked at Ron completely stunned at his admission. She didn't know if she wanted to kiss him or slap him.

"Don't you say that Ronald Weasley!"

"Why not?! It's the truth!"

"Well then prove it! Because I don't believe you for a second!"

And with that Hermione found herself lip locked as Ron crashed his lips furiously into hers. She willed and willed herself not to kiss him back, but her will was easily broken and she wrapped her arms around Ron's neck, pulling his further into her.

The next thing she knew, Ron had picked her up and her back was against the wall. Hard. Maybe a bit harder than Ron had intended, but Hermione was too drunk with passion to even react to the pain the proper way. She wrapped her legs around Ron's waist as he held on to her back with one arm and steadied himself and Hermione with his other hand pressed firmly against the wall.

Hermione gasped and gripped Ron's hair as he bit into her neck almost as if he was a vampire and she was his life force. He kissed and bit her neck all over.

Fueled by anger as well as passion, Ron propped Hermione up with his leg as he ripped open her shirt, revealing a orange bra that held her perfect sized breasts wonderfully. Hermione responded in the same way, busting Ron's shirt wide open, buttons popping off and flying in every direction.

Still holding her, he swung her around and the two landed on Hermione's bed. Ron continued kissing and nibbling at Hermione, while trying hard to unbutton her jeans. Hermione's hands explored his back as he unhooked the small front hook of Hermione's bra and started to feast on her breasts. She cried out as he bit down on her nipple.

When Ron had successfully gotten her jeans unbuttoned, he literally lifted up her body along with the jeans and pulled them off flawlessly along with her knickers. He gazed at Hermione as she laid there in her naked caramel glory. She looked like a goddess to him.

He kissed Hermione once again, only this time his hand traveled down to her treasurer, slipping a finger into her tightness. Hermione moaned as Ron's fingers worked magic against her, causing her to become wetter and wetter and making her want him so badly it physically hurt.

"Hermione, I love you so much." said Ron, removing his finger from inside of her.

"Prove it to me. I want you Ron. Every single part of you." whispered Hermione, overcome by her desire for him.

"Wait. Just a second." said Ron taking off his pants. He then reached in his pocket and pointed his wand to Hermione and muttered the contraceptive charm, causing Hermione's abdomen to glow blue.

"I love you Mione, but not enough to become a daddy right now." he joked causing Hermione to laugh.

He positioned himself over Hermione and looked into her eyes.

"I love you Hermione." he whispered as he entered into her slowly, and with a pop, both he and Hermione had given each other the ultimate gift.

"I love you Ron" whispered Hermione as he entered further into her.

"Tell me how much you love me." Ron managed to get out as he started pumping himself into her faster.

Hermione's eyes watered with emotion and the pleasure that Ron was giving her. "I love you soooooooo much Ron" she moaned and clawed at his back as Ron pushed deeper inside of her with every thrust.

"I fucking love you too." moaned Ron, trying desperately to hold onto himself and not let this moment be quick as he was told these things normally were.

Soon the two became one with their rhythm of love. Though most situations with dealing with virginity were probably done a bit gentler, their coming together was special. It was powerful and genuine and it was the fire that they both had for each other burning in the best way.

Hermione bit her lip as she tried to hold in the noises she was making but soon she couldn't help but let out her pleasure for him. He felt absolutely wonderful and she moaned as she felt herself reaching her peak.

"Ron...I...I'm about."

"Cum for me baby." growled Ron delirious with the warmth of Hermione and the intense love he was feeling for her at this very moment.

Hermione lost control of her body as she let her fury go, causing herself to tighten around Ron l, causing him also to loose himself and release into her.

The two of them started at each other, breathing hard as if they had just finished a great race. Ron kissed Hermione lightly on the lips, still deep inside her as he didn't want to leave. He felt warm and wonderful and loved there.

"I love you my Mione.' he whispered.

"I love you too my Ronnie." whispered Hermione back.

*END FLASHBACK*

Never had he felt so much love and affection than in that moment. He could see himself having moments like that with her for the rest of his life.

But it was only a dare. A game. An evil twisted plot.

Ron felt absolutely heartbroken. When he heard what Hermione had said, he had wanted to break down the door and demand to know why she put him through something so cruel. He would have never in a million years led Hermione on like that.

He felt tears well up in his eyes and a much as he didn't want them to, they fell. It was the first time Ron had cried since he got a bit misty eyed at his brother Bill's wedding last summer. The thought of that made his tears run note as he thought of Hermione and how gorgeous she looked in her gold dress. Lavender had attended the wedding with him and he had paid her hardly any mind because he was too busy allowing Hermione consume his mind.

Anger had started to disappear, leaving nothing but sorrow. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to go. He didn't even want to be within 100 feet of Lavender and the thought of seeing Hermione made him sick.

All of a sudden he heard what sounded like moaning from below him. He was sitting above one of the locker rooms.

"Great. Someone is getting it on in there. That's the last thing I need to bloody hear." said Ron.

As the moans turned into giggles and inaudible words, Ron couldn't help but get the impression that it sounded familiar. He got up and made his way out of the stands and snuck into the locker room.

He tiptoed towards the showers where the noises were coming from and peeked inside. There he saw a sight that brought his fury right back again.

There, in the middle of the floor was hair that he knew belonged to Lavender. In between her legs looking like he couldn't fuck as all was Goyle. And sitting on Lavender's face was Pansy Fucking Parkinson.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?! yelled Ron.

Pansy fell right off of Lavender's face and Goyle had backed out of her quick, grabbing a towel to cover himself with. Lavender hopped up off the floor and covered herself.

"Won-won? This isn't what it looks like." said Lavender as she approached Ron.

"Not what it looks like? Not what it looks like?! YOU WERE FUCKING HAVING A BLOODY THREESOME!" yelled Ron.

Lavender looked dumbstruck as Pansy and Goyle stood up wet and frozen.

"Okay...look I'm sorry. I was going to tell you. Really I was."

"Going to tell me? How long has this shit been happening?"

"Well. Me and Pansy have been dating since June of 6th year...and I had been-"

"Hold the fuck up. You've been dating this bint since last June? You've been cheating on me?!"

"Not exactly." said Lavender. "I mean she is a girl. And I tried to get you to have sex with me so you could join. I wanted you too, but you never wanted to. I wanted to surprise you so many times."

"You thought I would be okay with this?! To not only be cheated on by my girlfriend, not only to be cheated on by my girlfriend with another bloody bint, but to be cheated on by this pug faced Slytherin cow?! And you actually had the audacity to think that I would join you in beastiality?! yelled Ron.

Goyle couldn't help but laugh.

"You sod off before I fuck you up!" said Ron. "I knew there was something happening with you two bitches but I would have never thrown this shrew into the mix.. Fuck you Lavender. Y'all can all have each other. We're fucking done."

And with that, Ron turned around and walked out of the locker room and towards the school.

He was fuming and the school could see that. None of the students said a word to him, and even Harry shot him the "we will speak later" look knowing that when Ron was at THIS level of anger it was best to leave him alone for awhile.

Ron blindly made his way to the 7th floor and to the tapestry that guarded the Room Of Requirement. 'I need a place where I can think' he thought as he walked back in forth in front of it.

The door finally appeared and he opened it to reveal The Burrow.

Or rather, their lake at The Burrow.

It was as if he stepped right into his yard. He felt the warmth of the sun, smelled his mother's fresh bread baking, and heard the peaceful quiet and background noise of birds tweeting in the trees.

He stepped over onto his "deck" and looked at the horizon. It was a sunset. A very slow, very beautiful sunset that made shades of pink, orange, purple, and deep blue in the sky.

First Hermione. Now Lavender. Although, he did sense Lavender coming. He had a sneaky suspicion, especially when she seemed delighted by the extra time on her hands.

The only real problematic aspects of the situation were Pansy and Goyle. Like really? She had to go bottom of the barrel? He thought that the whole point of stepping out was to find someone who was better, not worse.

He thought about the betrayal and how it had come as rather a blessing than a hinder. At least, it would have been, if Hermione and her feelings weren't a game.

But was it all a game? Hermione was never the type to do things to people to intentionally hurt them. Hell, Hermione wouldn't willingly kill a poisonous snake if it tried to attack her. She was the sweetest person Ron had ever met.

And though he knew that Hermione never ever cared too much for Lavender, she wouldn't intentionally do something to her unless she had some sort of motive, would she? Especially with the use of him.

No, Hermione took on whatever dare she took on with more than likely no intention of hurting anybody. She had to have. Otherwise she wouldn't have done it. So if that was the vase, then maybe her feelings, what they had shared, maybe all that was as real to her as they were to him.

Ron rolled his eyes and chuckled. Why were things always so complicated when it came to them? It always seemed that they could never get it right.

He started to feel somewhat better about things as he sat outside the replica home. He heard a sound off in the distance that sounded foreign, but he was too into his thoughts to acknowledge it.

That was until he turned around to see just the person who he was trying to decode.