I know… a lame name. xP

So here's the thing: I have never kissed a boy… or really even hugged one for that matter. In fact, the only time I was asked on a date was back in seventh grade and I think the poor guy was dared to it. So this obviously leaves me with no personal experience besides the fanfictions I've read.

That's one reason this chapter took so long. While you were reading my fill-in chapter, I was scouring the internet about how things are done. One of my many flaws is that I'm a perfectionist. Whenever I write something I want it to be by-the-books word-for-word correct; and that is why this chapter was such a complication for me. I have NO experience whatsoever. Sure, I've written smut in the past, but in those cases I wasn't trying to impress a lot of people. :/

And that's all I've got to say. Enjoy the smut… I really put all my knowledge/heart into it. Literally. If anyone were to look up my internet history from Labor Day, they would be horribly mortified beyond repair.

Chapter 20 – Happy Birthday

Hermione's POV

I shifted my weight as I sat on Ron's bed. Ron was out in the kitchen taking care of dishes from dinner before we settled down to sleep. It was March 1st of 1999. Somehow, I'd managed to talk Headmistress McGonagall into letting me stay with Ron for a few days over his birthday. While attending Auror camp by day, Ron was helping George open location in Hogsmeade for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Similar to the shop in Diagon Alley, Ron was staying in the upper floor while all this was going on.

His flat was simple. It had a main room which made up the kitchen, dining room, and living room. He had one bathroom and one bedroom. It was enough for a makeshift apartment until one of us got our own place. I thought it was very generous of Ron to be helping his brother like this, given recent circumstances.

The door clicked open and Ron walked in, smiling as he saw me waiting. "Ready for bed, 'Mione?" he asked.

I swallowed. In the three month gap between Christmas and now, I'd had time to think about where I wanted our relationship to go and when. After discussing my thoughts with Ginny at length (a few conversations I'm sure she'd rather forget) we'd decided that I should make the first move.

"Sure, Ron," I said. Over the summer and Christmas, Ron and I had shared the same bed, so that wasn't a new experience. That made things a little easier.

Ron took off his shirt, leaving him in his jeans and whatever was under them. I frowned as I thought about the pajamas I'd brought; nothing but what I normally wore to bed: a tank top and typical, unflattering Muggle pajama bottoms.

"Be out in a moment," I promised as I grabbed said pajamas and took a trip to the bathroom. I didn't really know what to do besides put them on and wash my face. Planning ahead, I cast the contraceptive charm on myself. Better safe than sorry for whatever happened tonight. I took a deep breath and left the bathroom. Ron was lying on top of the bed, staring with concentration at the ceiling. "So how has your 19th Birthday been?" I asked as I moved to kneel on the bed.

"Brilliant, Hermione," he smiled. He draped his arm on the pillow next to him in an invitation to lie down beside him.

I ignored his offer and crawled up to Ron and rested my arms carefully on his chest, angling so my lower body was still on the bed. "That's good," I replied in a seductive voice, "because I have another present for you."

Ron's eyes lit up. It was impossible to tell if he'd completely understood my innuendo or if he was expecting some hardcore snogging. I dipped my head and pressed my lips to his gently. My bushy hair fell to make a veil around our heads. Ron's hands held my shoulders softly but with calm, tense strength; as if he were afraid I'd pull away too soon.

A few minutes passed before I realized we were going nowhere. I deepened our kisses, letting my fingers roam across Ron's bare upper body. Years of Quidditch, running, and months of Auror training left him with chiseled muscle I could appreciate. I put my hands on either side of Ron and swung my right leg over him to straddle his waist. He smiled underneath my kisses, his hands roaming down my body.

My lips wandered from his mouth along his cheek to his earlobe. "What do you want me to do, birthday boy?" I whispered.

I could almost hear Ron thinking. "What are the limits?" he asked. That was a fair question.

I licked his earlobe in a very unHermione-like gesture. "There are none, because I want you to remember this birthday unlike any other."

Ron's fingers played on my midriff as if he were thinking. I sat up – a leg on each side – and looked down at him on the bed. Ron blinked and his fingers wandered up under the hem of my tank top. "Anything, then?"

In answer to his question, I grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it up and over my head, exposing my bare stomach and chest. Ron's eyes nearly popped out of his head. I grinned, trying not to betray my nervousness under the sly façade I was holding up.

Ron greedily examined my bare upper body and glanced at the discarded top that now lay limply on the floor. He beamed and breathed a quick "Wicked" before grabbing me by my waist and flipping us so I was underneath him. He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck, adding suction gradually. His hands ran smoothly over my stomach as they found my breasts. Ron broke the contact between his lips and my skin so he could curiously stare down at my chest, the pads of his fingers softly teasing my hardened nipples. I bit my lip and tried not to squirm and beg for more. It was his birthday, after all.

That thought fled my head almost immediately as Ron bent lower and enveloped his mouth around my nipple, flicking it gently with his tongue while his hand went to work on my other breast. I yelped in surprise. A shiver rushed down my spine and my back arched up conveniently to Ron who appeared to be enjoying himself as he sucked. After a few moments, he switched to give my other breast the same quick oral treatment.

By the time he'd finished, my entire body was throbbing with jealousy for the action only my torso had received. I forced my personal needs to the back of my mind as I sat up. I met Ron with a few light kisses as my hands migrated down his ribcage, over his stomach, and along his hipbones to where his jeans were secured. My fingers shook, which made my smooth attempt to undo the button clumsy. No sooner than the second I had unzipped the zipper Ron somehow managed to get them off; I didn't really see how, I just heard a telltale flunk as they met the ground.

Under the jeans waited plain old boxers that showed off the large bulge that had been next to hidden behind the thick fabric before. I put on my most devilish smile and pulled away from Ron to inspect his body as a whole. "Now," I purred with surprising confidence, "let's add those boxers to the floor, why don't we?"

Ron gulped, his eyes almost wider than when I'd first taken my shirt off. I bit my lip, worried that I'd crossed a line; but before I could apologize, Ron grinned at me with a glint in his icy blue eyes. "After you, Ms. Granger."

I raised my brow at him but obliged nearly immediately. I slipped out of the soft fabric with ease so I was only in my damp knickers while sitting in front of Ron. "Back to you, Mr. Weasley."

Ron didn't hesitate as his fingers began peeling back the elastic band that was clutched to his hips, but he took plenty of time as he slowly began pushing the boxers further and further down. If his goal had been to torture me while I impatiently waited, he succeeded. After about ten seconds of his playful stalling (he had an impish grin on his face that screamed guilty) I finally snapped. "Come on, Ronald," I hissed. "You want this as much as I do! Now hurry up before the next Dark Lord rises!"

That got the last of his pants off pretty quickly.

I hadn't really been sure what to expect underneath. No matter how much research I could've done at any library it still wouldn't have prepared me for this. Faced with Ron's erect dick, I felt a flash of uncertainty accompanied by my incessant hunger for knowledge.

Ron shifted under my scorching gaze. I knelt on the bed in front of him, pushing apart Ron's legs so I could comfortably rest between them. "Fascinating," I breathed as I tentatively rested a finger on his shaft. Ron's leg twitched as I did so. I wrapped both of my hands around him and studied him as I might study a book. I experimentally began stroking the length of it. Ron's reaction was instantaneous; his hands held me by my shoulders as he breathed heavily against my hair. It surprised me how much control I had over him; as if I'd issued the Imperius Curse.

"'Mione," Ron growled after a few minutes of experimenting, "if you keep that up…"

Remembering what I'd read in my research (the Hogwarts restricted section is restricted for a reason…) I figured if I could get him off now he would last longer later. That's the way, I told myself sarcastically, plan ahead, just like your parents and teachers always wanted you to.

I doubted they'd expect me to use it in this situation.

I angled my body so I was now resting between his legs propped up on my elbows. Only hesitating for a second, I licked the head softly and quickly. Encouraged by Ron's further reactions, I continued to take as much of his dick into my mouth as I could without gagging. I rolled my tongue around it and sucked lightly while being careful to keep my teeth from accidentally biting him. Ron's fingers dug into my scalp as I proceeded with my unsteady but effective techniques; kneading when something felt especially good.

Time passed gradually. My jaw started to tire from the strenuous work it wasn't used to enduring. But before I had to stop, Ron panted and muttered something while his fingers tangled in my hair almost painfully. I didn't get any other warning before Ron's dick exploded; spewing his warm seed into my mouth. I loosened my jaw and allowed the liquid to pool in my mouth, hoping none of it would dribble out.

After 30 seconds, Ron slumped down onto the bed panting. I released his softened dick and swallowed his cum as I climbed up Ron's body carefully. I kissed him softly, knowing he'd be able to taste himself on me.

Ron recovered fairly quickly. He sat up, shifting so I was lying beside him. "Bloody hell, Hermione," he breathed, "where did you learn to do that?"

I shrugged, a little flustered. "A book."

"Really? Books can tell you how to do that?"

"Well, not exactly, but it gave me the general idea of what to do."

Ron grinned in confidence. "I haven't read any books, but I bet I can do it too."

"Ron," I complained as he rolled on top of me, "it's your birthday-"

He frowned. "Yeah, so? That doesn't mean only I should get the fun stuff. I mean, it's your first time too…" he cocked his brow. "Uh… I think?"

I laughed. "Of course, Ronald, who else would I have done that to?"

Ron smirked. It obviously boosted his ego to know that. But seriously, did he really think I did stuff with Viktor or Harry or Cormac? Just… ew. That was exactly what I didn't want to think about right now.

Forgetting the scarring mental images was pretty easy when Ron kissed me, grinding his hips into mine as his returning erection put tantalizing pressure against my knickers. I breathed heavily and bit back my pleas for him to take me then and put me out of the agony that was now throbbing as blood pumped faster and faster to my core.

I yelped as Ron's fingers gently brushed against the center of my moist knickers, sending a wildfire of sensations swirling through me. My hands held to his shoulders like talons as he sprinkled more kisses along my torso. Ron's hand moved to trace my hip bone like a feather before gently pulling down the last of my clothes. I wriggled them down my legs and kicked them aside. The cool air was deep in contrast to the heat raging between my legs.

Ron's fingers teased me, shallowly flicking in and out of my folds and spreading my wetness. I gritted my teeth, struggling to hold on to rational thought. It was a hopeless attempt as his middle finger forged deeper, rubbing past my sensitive clit just the right way. "Yes!" I gasped. "There!"

Ron paused. I blinked and looked up at him; wondering what he was waiting for. He raised his brow at me in disbelief before swiping back over my clit. My muscles tensed and convulsed as sparks flew around me. Ron hit it again harder and more accurately, not stopping to gauge my reaction. My legs trembled and I squirmed beneath him, whimpering Ron's name multiple times as I felt tension building inside me like a coiled wire about to snap.

When it did snap, it was like an explosion had assaulted my body. Fire seared through every part of me followed quickly by overwhelming waves of pleasure. I moaned his name loudly as my muscles clenched. I couldn't see anything past the smoke of the flames that had engulfed me.

When the smoke cleared, Ron was kissing me softly. There was an ache between my legs stronger than I'd ever felt before. I recognized it from rare times throughout our Hogwarts years when I was frustrated with Ron but still inevitably in love with him… moments which had led to me fantasizing about confronting him with our latest argument but ended up with his lips molding roughly to mine in his empty Dorm room…

Ron smiled against my cheek, bringing me back to the present. "By far the best birthday ever," he chuckled. He pulled away and looked down at me with mock sincerity. "So should we go to bed now?"

"No," I said determinedly, spreading my legs. I could feel his erection pressed to my lower stomach. "We're going all the way."

Ron grinned a little. I swallowed, forcing my muscles to relax. This is Ron, I reminded myself. The simple but comforting thought did what I'd hoped and managed to settle some of the butterflies that had been fluttering in my stomach.

Ron leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was slow and passionate and lasted what felt like hours, though I was positive only a few minutes could've passed at the most. It was as if someone had pressed the reset button and we were back right where we had started from. Ron shifted his weight to his legs as they spanned over my waist and rested his hands carefully on my hips. He pulled back, looking at me carefully. "So this is really happening?" he asked breathlessly. "You really want to do this?"

"Yes, Ronald." I thanked the gods my voice didn't shake or crack.

Ron half-smiled then frowned. "Oh, wait! The contraceptive charm-"

"Done," I snapped. "Taken care of."

"O-Okay… then I guess I'll just…"

My angry snap seemed to have him taken aback. "Sorry," I apologized, looking up at him. "I…I'm just a little nervous…"

"That makes two of us," he admitted.

I sat up as far as I could, causing him to lean back further. I ran my fingers along his forehead, pushing the hair away so I could see into his beautiful blue eyes. "I love you, Ron," I whispered, "and I don't want us to rush into this. If you're not ready…"

He shook his head. "It's not really that… I'm just worried that… that I'll…" he gulped, "hurt you… y'know? I mean, I don't want to put you in any more pain than I already have-"

I quieted him with a kiss. "Don't think about that," I scolded him lightly. "Of course it's going to hurt at first… but it doesn't last long." According to the books…

Ron looked a little more at ease. "Er… okay, then." He grinned awkwardly. "Just tell me if you want me to stop and I will."

Lying back down, I nodded. Ron settled over me once again. I opened my legs so he was between them. "Go quick," I suggested as we made ourselves comfortable with the new position. "Maybe it'll hurt less…" I stopped talking then; not trusting my voice.

Ron nodded. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I rested them beside me on the bed. Ron was at my entrance. Cautiously, he pushed past my folds and into my pussy. I clenched my teeth together as my muscles adjusted around him. Fortunately, I was wet enough that it only felt a bit uncomfortable.

About half-way in, Ron stopped. It took me two seconds to realize it was because he'd reached my barrier. "Push through quickly," I reminded him. I knew this was going to be the painful part where he broke through my hymen. I took a few deep breaths as I tried to keep my muscles calm and relaxed. I doubted it worked.

Ron nodded at my advice. His face was contorted in what appeared to be joy and fear. He braced himself before quickly thrusting his hips forward and penetrating my hymen.

Even though I had been anticipating pain, it still came as a horrible shock. I let out a short-lived scream and clutched the bed sheets with a vice grip. While my eyes were shut, I could tell Ron was a little unnerved by my display. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he muttered. "I'll move away…"

"No!" I yelped, freezing him. "D-don't move! I'm f-fine… just need to g-get u-used to it is all…"

Ron obeyed, hovering with his dick fully inside me. The pain subsided gradually, leaving a strange new sensation in its place. Eventually I could appreciate the feeling of Ron separating my tight walls and the steady pump of his heartbeat. I savored how the painful ache of my core had been washed away with the memory of pain and fear and that I loved Ron Weasley enough to share this experience with him.

Hoping not to become overwhelmed in these deep thoughts, I said, "I think… I think we should move now…"

Ron sighed in obvious relief, his expression agonized. He drew a good ways out of me before pushing back in and out again. The movements were short and jerky and made my insides sting temporarily, but as he continued to go along more smoothly all the pain was washed away by pleasure. I joined in bucking my hips, causing him to return harder and deeper. Ron grunted while I whimpered and moaned, both of us picking up the tempo until we couldn't go any faster.

My second orgasm of the night hit as hard as the first. My muscles rippled and convulsed around Ron and my brain was overrun by the signals of ecstasy all my nerves were sending it. The world was filled with flames and darkness, the only clear thing in it was Ron as he groaned while his dick throbbed inside me. "I – I'm gonna cum," he panted, though I could scarcely hear him. He gave a final, heaving thrust before I felt his hot, wet seed ejected deep inside me.

When he finished, Ron slid out and collapsed beside me as if he couldn't himself anymore. "Bloody fuck," he said breathlessly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He panted for a few moments before looking at me with the biggest grin I'd ever seen on his face. "Did we really…."

I laughed giddily, the last waves of my orgasm still receding. "Yes," I said airily. I rolled over and hugged Ron, nuzzling my head against his chest.

Ron's caressed my hair with his hand. "That was brilliant… best present I've ever received."

"I should hope so!" I exclaimed with amusement. "I put all my heart into it!"

He kissed my forehead. "I loved it… and I love you. Now I'm exhausted, so how about we sleep?"

I yawned in agreement and, with Ron by my side, I fell into a very deep sleep.

Sorry that the ending was a little short… but that wasn't really the big part of this chapter I was worried about (not to mention it was getting a little long (that's what she said)) o.0.

When I first proof read this I thought the foreplay was all good but the sex was a little sloppy. So I took time out of my day and revised and prayed that it would turn out acceptable. Looking back, I can't say I'm positively 100% satisfied with my work, but it's better than what I would have written maybe a month or two ago.

But, more than ever, I'm counting on your reviews to tell me how it all turned out. Was it good? Bad? Unrealistic? PLEASE TAKE 1-5 MINUTES TO LET ME KNOW! It's not like you have anything more productive to do… like homework…

Okay, if you have homework like me you might want to do that now before you start procrastinating anymore.

Anyway, review and whatever and I'll update as soon as I come up with a good idea for the next chapter! That shouldn't be too hard… I have plenty of time to daydream during school, after all.

MISCHIEF MANAGED.