Warning: Smut

Awkward moments

"Hermione where are you going?!" Ron yelled as he saw Hermione running to the doors of the Great Hall like dogs were hunting her down. He meant to go after her, had sat up immediately, but as soon as it happened Dumbledore had cast a few spells to keep everyone in place. Except for some other people who had the same sweaty face as Hermione had, they were allowed to leave.

The whole hall was in chaos. Teachers were yelling at students to remain calm while some students, like Seamus, were screaming in horror as they believed some sort of horrible disease was quickly spreading and that all of them had to be kept under quarantine.

"We're all gonna die!" Seamus cried, right before Ron hit him with the Daily Prophet.

"We're not going to die, Seamus! I'm sure there is a logical explanation for this." Ron said, ignoring the way his stomach constricted as he thought back at Hermione's flushed face, her sharp intakes of breath, her eyes that were almost bulging out of their sockets. Oh no, what if it really was a disease?! What if Hermione was on the brink of dying right now?!

Ron sharply turned his face to look at Harry, seeing his raven-haired friend not coping well with the situation as well. He could see his panic reflected in the boy's eyes as they darted around the whole hall.

"God, you're hanging too much around Hermione, you're even sounding like her now," Seamus said as he rubbed his head. Ron blushed at this but made a move to sit up as he felt the spell Dumbledore had put up, lifting.

"Shut up!" Ron said flustered. "Come on Harry maybe if we go talk to-"

Ron frowned as he saw Harry setting his jaw, his fingers clenching into a fist as he began shaking. But all the while his eyes didn't turn angry the way his body was portraying, they were still panicky and somewhat fearful as they kept darting around the room. They kept settling on the door, Ron noticed his friend squirming, struggling to break free. But the spell had been lifted hadn't it? Ron thought as he looked around to see other people than him standing up in an uproar.

Ron sat back and shook his friend even when Harry's eyes were locked on the doors of the Great Hall with a spark of frustration in them.

"Harry? Harry, snap out of it!" Ron whispered as he shook him a little harder, hearing his friend growling low in his throat.

"I know you're worried about Hermione, but it probably isn't that big of a deal-"

"Wait. Has Hermione run away too?" Harry suddenly asked, his eyes snapping away from the door to meet Ron's. Calmer then before but not less worried.

Ron frowned. 'Too?'

"We need to go to Dumbledore, maybe he will let us go see them." Harry continued, nodding to himself as he looked into space. Ignoring Ron's look of confusion by the word: "Them?"

But before Ron could question him, Dumbledore began to speak.

"Dear students, there is no need to worry. There has been no deadly illness spreading, not some horrible form of diarrhea, nor a last-minute sale of the latest 'Rubby O' Chicken'." Dumbledore said, his tone serious. "I would like you all to keep calm, as well as ask you to leave the students, that had just run out off the Hall, alone. The reason they have run off is private and will not be discussed any further. Now, without furder ado please go back to your classes."

Ron nervously drummed his fingers on the wooden Gryffindor table. It had been three days, THREE DAYS without a word from Hermione, nor her condition. And Ron found himself getting more worried by the second. He looked over at Harry who wasn't doing so well with coping himself.

After dinner, the same day Dumbledore made his announcement, both he and Harry went to McGonagall's office, trying to persuade the shapeshifter to let them see Hermione. The professor didn't budge though and told them to let it rest and reassured them that she would be back in no time.

"What if Seamus was right, what if it really is a deadly disease?!" Ron said, his panic clear in his voice.

Harry just stared at him with a calm but tired look.

"I'm sure she's fine, Ron. " He said.

"But we haven't seen her in three days! It's nothing for Hermione to skip three days of classes, you know how she is! It wouldn't matter how sick she was, she could not afford to skip all those lessons!" Ron said.

Harry looked at him with uncertainty, before rubbing his eyes and frowning to himself.

"Come on, Harry. We're her friends, what if she's in trouble?" Ron said, his tone filling with mischief. Harry looked at him with both eyebrows raised.

"You know we will get into trouble," Harry said, his eyes shining with mischief.

"Harry, when didn't we?" Ron said, a smirk crossing his lips as a plan started forming in their heads.

Hermione's p.o.v "

"Mnn Ron~" Hermione moaned, sniffing the neck of Ron's green shirt desperately. It had been three days into heat, three days of scenting and wearing the shirt she had sneaked out of the boys' dorm after she'd deduced the symptoms of an upcoming heat.

She had been contemplating the idea for a while, knowing heats could be very painful without someone to help her with it, but she couldn't just walk up to Ron and say: "Hey Ron. Can I ask you something, you see I'm going to fall into heat soon and would like you to fuck me into oblivion those past few days since I will be super horny and won't be able to think of anything other than you and your cock. Oh! Also, you are my mate and I've been harboring this massive crush on you ever since second year."

Yeah, that wouldn't work out. Especially after the way she'd been acting.

"Ha-ah Ronn" She whimpered, her thumb rubbing against her clit as three fingers scissored themselves inside her. She was hot, horny and so bloody desperate for more. She pictured Ron there with her. His soft red hair, his adorable little freckles, his soothing voice, his strong arms, his blue eyes. Encouraging her, holding her as she finished one orgasm after the other.

She pushed her fingers deeper, rubbing against her inner walls. Careful to keep her claws under control, not wanting to stab herself with them. Her other hand though was making holes into Ron's shirt, gripping it as hard as she could as she rode into her fingers.

"More R-Ron." She begged her fingers now moving desperately. God, how she wanted him. She wanted every part of him, she wanted to make him her's, have his pups inside her.

She squeezed her breast and rubbed her nipple, gasping as she did so. She was shuddering in pleasure, imagining his hands there, his body on top of her, his eyes boring into her as she cried out in pleasure.

She breathed out a sigh of relief as her orgasm faded. It was getting more and more difficult to reach that point. She huffed out a breath of annoyance as she heard a little voice inside her head: "Then why didn't you ask him?"

She threw an arm across her face and muffled the cry of frustration. She was really getting angry with herself, ever since that train ride at the beginning of the year. She had avoided Ron like a coward, left him in the dark when he asked what was wrong, accused him of something she felt she was more responsible for, and right when she thought it was getting better she needed to fall in heat.

She wanted to tell him, she really did. She felt like a coward, a horrible friend for keeping silent. The logical part of her brain said she should man up and just tell him, she'd always told them everything so why couldn't she say those three simple words?

Another part of her brain was scared, a coward, nothing like the Gryffindor she really was. It kept telling her he wouldn't want her, that he didn't like people like her. Half-bloods, know-it-all's, brunets, werewolves. It was ridiculous and she knew it, but that part of her brain had controlled her ever since she decided to run away from Ron on that train ride. But after this week she had decided.

She wasn't going to listen to that part of her brain anymore, nor be controlled by it. She was going to tell him, when was still the question, but she was determined now. She would tell him when the time was right.

She would tell him when the time was right.

Ron's & Hermione's p.o.v

"Mister Potter, would you like to tell me what you're doing here?" Ron heard McGonagall say in that strict tone that was a clear sign you'd be in trouble. He immediately pushed himself against the wall, panic flaring in his chest.

The plan had been simple: pick up the Marauder's map and search for Hermione's name, check. Skip Supernatural History, check. Make sure not to get spotted by any teachers as we search for Hermione in that new department that apparently exists.

'no check, very much fail' Ron thought to himself as he heard Harry stumbling out an explanation. And even though he didn't risk to poke his face just around the corner to see McGonagall's face, he knew the woman was probably scowling, not believing a single word of what Harry said.

"Come on mister Potter, skipping class will lose your house ten points as well as detention for you young man," McGonagall said, making Harry groan and follow her as they both walked out the hallway.

Ron heavily sighed and relaxed when he couldn't hear McGonagall's lecturing Harry anymore. When he finally deemed it safe, he poked his head around the corner and looked sideways, checking there wasn't anyone in the corridor anymore. He bit his lip as he opened the Maurader's map, he was lucky that he was the one carrying it otherwise the plan would have failed entirely. He was going to apologize to Harry later but first things first.

He looked around the corridor, seeing that the rooms were close to each other as well as the corridor being smaller. He looked around to see numbers on the doors from one to twenty in golden letters. He looked back at the map and saw that the corridor held no name, which was a bit strange, but he supposed it was because it was recently built.

He checked Hermione's name, and saw it was about five doors away from him, so he made his way to the door, standing before it he tucked the map in one of his pockets, Harry would kill him if he lost it. He nervously moved his hand to the handle of the door. Hoping he wouldn't see a lifeless Hermione on the other side of it.

He turned the handle and…

Found it was locked, of bloody course. He breathed out a curse as he turned around and looked at the corridor in frustration. Things could never be easy around here, now could they?! He moved to lean against the door, still determined to break in it somehow. McGonagall probably had the keys but that was not worth the risk, he could try literally break the door open but that could draw attention to him as well as make a lot of noise…

Okay, he wasn't exactly the best planner around here, that was mostly Harry and Hermione's thing. So what would they do if they were here? Well, Hermione was here but that didn't exactly count since he was sure she couldn't hear him past the oak door.

'Think Ron, think!' He thought to himself. Standing there like an idiot for at least five minutes or so. He looked at the back bag he brought with him, stored with books of his previous classes, his quill and ink, his wand, some snacks he was tempted to eat right about now… HIS WAND!

An idea immediately hit him, turning around and rummaging inside his bag he grabbed hold of his wand and pulled it in front of him, pointing at the keyhole of the door.

"Alohomora." He said, and heard the lock opening. He smiled, thinking back to the first time Hermione had used it. He still remembered that smaller hand grabbing his own.

He slowly opened the door, seeing a room with a small window as the only source of light. His eyes ignored the rest of the room as they were locked at the shut curtains of the four-poster bed.

Hermione groaned out a noise of frustration, her forehead sweaty and flushed and her fingers coated in her own juices deep inside her as she wasn't able to get off. Mentally berating herself for not having picked up the damn dildo.

"Hermione?"

Hermione immediately stopped all of her movements. Oh no.

Ron moved his way next to the bed, grabbing one of the chairs and setting it next to the bed. He heard Hermione groan, and immediately thought it was one out of pain. Concern gripped him as he called her name.

This was not happening. This was not happening. This was not happening.

"It's Ron. I know I'm not supposed to be here, Dumbledore made a whole announcement on it you know. But… I'm worried, I wanted to make sure you're okay." Ron said, his tone calm and soft not wanting to startle her.

Oh God, this was happening.

She sharply looked down at herself, feeling panic settling in her stomach. She was definitely not presentable. She looked like a sweaty, flushed slut covered in her own juices with only a ripped t-shirt covering her upper body. His t-shirt.

"Harry was here too, but ehm, he kinda got caught by McGonagall. Guess our plan wasn't as foolproof as we thought." Ron laughed nervously at this, slowly feeling uncomfortable as he was met with silence.

'Dammit Ron!' Hermione thought. Thankful for the closed curtain as she tried, with no success, to tame her bushy hair. Climbing under the covers to hide her bottom half. Straightening out the shirt, hissing as her hands came in contact with her breasts. Ron's head immediately shot up.

"Hermione?" He asked worried, making a move to open the curtains but felt someone holding it in place. "Hermione, open the curtains."

Her eyes darted around the small confined space as she held on the curtain for dear life. She could not let him see her like this!

"No," Was her meek but strong reply.

Ron frowned but didn't remove his hand from the curtain. "Bloody hell Hermione, I just want to make sure you're all right. Please open the curtain." Ron asked.

"No," She protested, trying hard not to moan at the sound of his voice or his scent that was slowly enveloping her.

"Hermione you're clearly sick, let me help you!" Ron said, a little annoyed with her stubbornness.

"NO!" She said again, shivering as she felt another wave of arousal hit her as she began to pant.

Ron put his hands in the air as a groan of frustration left his throat. Sometimes he loved that bossy side of her's, this was not that moment.

"Hermione!" He growled out in frustration. Grabbing the curtain and pulling on it with his full strength. "I don't care how horrible you look, I just want to see your face." His pulling wasn't working though, damn that werewolf strength.

Hermione bit back a moan, her body trembling as she stopped herself from grabbing the redhead, pushing him on the bed and ride him till there was nothing left. She bit her lip and shoved the curtain open, far enough so he could see her flushed face as she huffed out little breaths.

"Stop it you stupid oaf! There is nothing wrong with me!" She hissed, gripping the attention from Ron who stumbled and fell over. She waited as he moved towards her and watched her with concerned eyes that made her whole body quiver and trash.

"It's very kind of you to-" She shivered again. "Come and see if I'm alright, but now is not a good time." She said.

"Nothing wrong my bloody ass! Your all red, and you keep shivering! Where are your medicines? What exactly do you have? Dragon pox? Wait no, you aren't green. Scrofungulus? Or-"

"I'M IN HEAT YOU IDIOT!" She yelled, getting frustrated with holding herself back. Especially when he was so close and so adorable as he laid all worried on the ground.

…

Ron's eyes widened, his face becoming as red as Hermione's as the words slowly sunk in.

"H-heat?" Ron stammered.

"Yes, hea-Oh-t," She answered, not able to stop the moan from escaping her mouth. God this was embarrassing.

Ron blinked furiously as he tried desperately to will his upcoming erection down at the thought of H-Hermione in…

"H-heat?" Ron stammered again. Hermione let her head fall back on her pillow, as another moan escaped her.

"Dammit, Ron! This is frustrating enough without you here!" Hermione said not able to hold herself back anymore as she moved her finger back to where it previously had been. She just hoped Ron didn't notice the slight movements of her arm.

Ron's eyes couldn't help but watch her hungrily. God, she was beautiful. He watched her every move as she fell back on her pillow. He watched as he saw the shirt she was wearing almost completely shredded, it was still covering most of her upper body though, her breast moving up and down quickly as she huffed out adorable little breaths. He saw her arm moving as she-

Wait. Was she really…

"Mnn~" Hermione moaned, trying to be as quiet as possible. But how was that possible, when he was looking at her with those shining blue eyes as she pleasured herself? Yep, she was definitely going to regret all of her decisions. But damn, how it felt good.

Ron's eyes widened even further coming to the conclusion, that she most definitely was. He took a quick look at his groin. It was a losing battle.

"A-are you," Ron asked. His voice hoarse as he swallowed deeply, knowing how stupid it was for asking it. "t-touching yourself?"

She groaned, feeling herself getting closer and closer.

"R-Ron!" She moaned out, trying to sound as annoyed as possible to hide the actual intention of screaming out his name.

Ron swallowed as he felt his cock stand at full mast, wanting to touch it but to entranced by looking at Hermione as she arched her back of the bed moaning out HIS bloody name. He held back the groan that wanted to escape. Damn what she did to him.

"Ahmn" She muffled the moan with her pillow. Feeling her walls spasm and clench shut against her finger as she fell apart. Damn what he did to her.

Her breathing gradually slowed down at that moment, her skin finally getting cooler as she huffed out a breath of relief, almost forgetting the boy that was sprawled out on the floor, still watching her.

Ron swallowed again, seeing as she came undone, the image forever stuck in his head. As he saw her slowly come back from her post-orgasm high, he tried to hide his obvious erection, not wanting to let her know how he was looking at her.

It was silent in the room, the only noise of Hermione's harsh breathing and Ron's slower breathing.

"R-Ron?" Hermione asked nervously, wanting to make sure she hadn't hallucinated him being with her. It had felt so real, she wouldn't be able to cope with another harsh reality that he wasn't there and that she was completely alone.

"Y-yeah?" Ron asked back, hoping she wasn't going to yell at him. She was probably embarrassed as hell right now, not that Ron cared, he actually found it pretty adorable. As well as that he was embarrassed as hell too.

She breathed out a sigh of relief before she felt her face flush again for an entirely different reason.

"C-could you get me some water? And maybe something to eat? There is a fridge on your left." She said, hoping he wasn't going to run away.

"S-sure," Ron said, walking over to the fridge he opened it. He grabbed a water bottle and stared at the energy bars… they looked disgusting. He wasn't going to give her that crap!

Ron closed the fridge and made his way to his bag, grabbing a chocolate frog out of it. He walked back and sat on the chair he'd placed there before, handing her the bottle and frog.

Hermione lay down and covered her top half, face still flushed. As she saw Ron sitting down next to her she couldn't help but smile as he handed her a chocolate frog.

"Thank you, those energy bars are really disgusting." She said, relieved as she saw him smile back at her.

"I bet," Ron said smiling, as he turned more serious he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for… you know, I didn't mean to…ehm… invade your privacy like that. That wasn't the point at all, I didn't even know werewolves got into… heat."

"Yeah it's one of the great perks of being a werewolf," She said sarcastically, making Ron laugh. "Don't worry about it, I'm more thankful to McGonagall for at least catching Harry. Having both of you here would be…"

"A nightmare?" Ron said, a smile still spread on his face.

"Close to a nightmare," She giggled.

Ron couldn't help but look at her fondly, thanking every part of the universe for not making things awkward between them. He frowned, however, when he heard her take a sharp intake of breath as she suddenly sat up.

"Bloody hell! Harry! I totally forgot!" She said, moving to step out of the bed but stopping right on time. "Ehm, Ron. Could you please get my bag, it's right next to the door."

Ron willed himself to look at her eyes and nod, not trusting himself to let his voice out. That shirt left way too little to the imagination, DAMN HIM AND HIS DIRTY MIND! He was thankful enough for her not having noticed the bulge in his pants but that didn't exactly help the situation!

He sat up, picked up the bag, and walked back to her bed. Putting the bag on her lap.

"Thank you," She said rummaging through her bag before grabbing something out of it with an 'AhHA'. Ron watched as she pulled out a blood bag out of it and widened his eyes as realization hit him.

"Here you go, Harry needs at least one filled goblet per day with it. That poor thing, how could I forget something so important?! You need to go, he's probably starving right now." Hermione said, her body filling with guilt and the knowledge she failed Harry. She handed the blood bag at Ron and hushed him away.

"W-wait, can I come see you tomorrow?" Ron asked not quick enough to stop himself from asking.

"Sure!" She said before realizing she'd said it, to concerned on her friend's well-being.

"Alright see you tomorrow!" Ron said, feeling shocked but quickly opened the door and disappeared through it before she could change her mind.

When she finally realized what she'd done, she groaned out: "Dammit Ron!"

BOOM BABY!
Made it! Very proud of myself for this had a very busy week as well as weekend and almost didn't make it. I'm sorry but I wasn't able to write the next chapter but that will automatically be up next week!

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