Hands-On Learning
Chapter 01 - Hermione
Author's Note: Originally published on March 8, 2020
Her foot was tapping impatiently, despite the steady shiver of nerves running up and down her back.
She glanced first to her left, then her right, checking for the thousandth time that there was no one around. She had purposely picked the day of the Gryffindor/Slytherin match to execute her plan, knowing the castle would be emptied.
She'd once been accused of being a scarlet woman, and for the first time in her life, she felt as though it was warranted.
And she didn't care, not one bit.
Ironically, it was her accuser's youngest son who was the target of her... corruption.
Hermione's cheeks flushed pink and she licked her lips, imagining what was going to happen in mere minutes. She leaned back against the worn cushion and let out a slow breath, attempting to calm the hammering of her heart.
Was she really going through with it?
To distract herself, she surveyed the library from her spot. It was her favourite seat in her favourite place in Hogwarts, hidden away in the far back corner, amongst books covered in a thick layer of dust.
Next to her settee was a small table where her bag and supplies sat. She had been working diligently for a while—NEWTs weren't that far away—until she couldn't concentrate any further. If Ron only knew how easily he could distract her!
The silence was broken by the familiar creak of the heavy wooden library doors. She craned her neck and saw a flash of red hair, causing a pleasant flutter in her stomach. She missed him so much during their separation, despite his almost monthly visits.
His approach was obvious, his footfalls echoing in the cavernous quiet of the library. Hermione took a moment just to watch him, his too tight uniform stretched across his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up exposing his freckled forearms.
Ron stopped, a puzzled look on his face as he stared directly at her.
"Hermione?"
His hoarse whisper was met with silence as she continued gazing at him.
He stepped over to the desk and looked down. "This is her stuff," he said to himself. "Where is she? I promised Ginny we'd go watch her play. Hermione's note told me to meet her here."
He peered around the corner, greeted by more books, but no girlfriend. Hermione couldn't help but notice how good his arse looked in his old trousers.
He turned back to the couch and peered at it, sensing something was amiss. His eyes narrowed, as if she'd suddenly appear.
"Ron?"
He didn't respond.
"Good, it's working," Hermione said loudly.
Still no response. Hermione's lips curled up slowly, her plan about to come to fruition. She picked up her wand and made a few complicated movements.
The air shimmered for a split second, before revealing the brunette witch.
Ron leaped backwards and gasped. "Bloody hell, love!"
She giggled at the expression on his face, before jumping up from her seat and flinging herself into his open arms. He lifted her up, and their lips collided, mouths slightly open, hungry for one another. Hermione moaned as Ron sucked on her plump bottom lip, her hands tangled in his fiery locks.
They pulled away, chests heaving.
"Missed you," Ron said between breaths.
"Oh Ron, me too!"
Their eyes met. "Just a few months more, yeah?"
Hermione nodded. "I can't wait. As much as I love school, I miss you, and Harry, and everyone. Mostly, I just want to start my life outside of school—with you."
He gripped her tighter and held her close for a moment, before reluctantly setting her back down on her feet. She grasped his hand and led him to the sofa. Ron dropped down onto the middle and slung his long arm along the top.
As he got settled, Hermione again repeated the series of wand movements. If anyone was looking, the young couple would have disappeared, unable to be seen or heard.
"What was that for?"
She shrugged as she took a seat next to him, his arm pulling her to him. "Privacy."
"Erm, alright." He looked at her strangely. "There's no one here."
"I don't want to get caught."
"Oh, is that why you asked me to wear my uniform? Did someone complain to McGonagall? I swear I didn't know George had charmed my Wheezes robes to start shouting about the latest products during my last visit."
Her cheeks flushed. "No, it wasn't because of that."
Ron's eyes narrowed. "What's going through that big brain of yours?"
Now was her chance to be bold. She just hoped he wouldn't laugh at her.
She shifted in her seat, leaning against the armrest, his arm loose around her. "I asked you to wear the school robes because I was hoping you would help me with something."
His copper eyebrows furrowed. "Of course, but what does that have to do with my uniform?"
She tried to swallow; her mouth suddenly dry. Her voice dropped, timid. "Well, you see... I... I have... I have... this fantasy."
Ron's eyes immediately went wide and he pulled her close again. "Go on."
"I used to sit here sometimes when I was done my work, and daydream about you. How good you looked in your uniform and how badly I wanted to..."
"Wanted to what?"
"Wanted to touch you. Wanted to feel you." She paused and gulped hard, opening her eyes to stare intensely at his, doing her best to mask her vulnerability. "How I wanted to... control you."
His mouth dropped open, the milliseconds feeling like hours to Hermione.
"Say something!"
"Bloody brilliant!"
"Really?" She asked, flabbergasted. She'd been expecting a much different reaction.
"Oh, yes. Do you... do you know how many times I've wanked to bossy Hermione?"
She glanced down and could see a prominent bulge straining against his trousers. She couldn't help but reach out and slowly run a fingertip along his length, causing him to jump slightly.
"Mmmm," she groaned. "I have a very specific fantasy, in fact. I think you're going to like it. Do I have your permission?"
Ron nodded his head vigorously. "Fuck, do whatever you want." He began to reach for his belt buckle, but she promptly slapped his hand away and placed her own hand on his chest.
"You won't do anything unless you're told. Understood?" She felt a surge throughout her whole body with her commanding words.
"Yes."
"It would always start like this, us sitting together here on this settee. In my dreams you would try to hide your arousal from me... but it was rather obvious."
She leaned into his chest, running her other hand up the inside of his thigh to his bulge, this time softly gripping him through the cloth. He let out a low groan. She felt how hard he was, constrained and now controlled.
By her.
The very thought of having her lanky, far stronger, ginger-haired boyfriend at her whim sent a shudder of electricity right to her core.
She looked up at him, his blue eyes afire with want. Her eyes never leaving his, she slid her fingers up to his zipper, pulling the tab agonizingly slowly, tooth-by-tooth until it was all the way down. Her slender fingers slid into the opening, one layer away from his bare flesh.
A dark spot of precum was already visible against his grey pants, showing her how much he was enjoying her fantasy.
She began stroking him again. "Have you figured it out yet? My fantasy?"
He shook his head, staring down at where her hand was. "Shite, keep that up. Feels fucking amazing."
She smirked and found the opening in the front of his underwear. Her fingertips grazed his hot skin, his low moan vibrating in his chest. She gently pulled him out through his fly, exposing him.
"What are you—"
"This was my fantasy, Ron. To feel you in my hands. To..." She stopped and blushed. "To get you off, here in the library."
"Are you joking? You really fantasized about wanking me here?"
She nodded before slowly stroking him, his long, thick cock standing proudly as her small hand ran up and down.
"Mmmm... I have to say, your...wand... is much bigger than I dreamed about. The books I read on human sexuality certainly didn't—"
"Hold on, you read sex books? Why am I not surprised? What else—"
"Quiet!"
She moved her hand from his chest and clamped it over his mouth, causing them both to groan at her sudden aggressiveness.
Hermione squirmed, her arousal growing as she continued her attentions on his hard cock. She slid her hand back down into his trousers, cupping his bollocks, before sliding her hand up, all the way to his large head in long, slow, deliberate motions. She could feel every throb and jerk as he thrust into her hand.
"Do you like seeing my hand around your cock?"
Ron nodded and mumbled something into her hand. His hand, which had been gripping her side, moved up to her breast.
"No touching yet!"
"Mmmph," was his only reply. He instantly let go and tucked his hand behind his head. He slumped, his legs spread wide, completely at her mercy.
She began to pick up the pace. Seeing his pale cock in the open as her small hand jerked him off, against the backdrop of his dark trousers, caused her another wave of arousal. She started grinding against his thigh, her breathing becoming faster. She leaned forward in anticipation.
"Fuck, touch me now!"
His arm snaked behind her back, down to her waist, pushing past the waistband of her skirt. He delved greedily into her damp knickers, his two long fingers finding her clit. He began rubbing in slow circles, causing her to cry out.
Her hand was erratic around his throbbing dick as they pleasured each other in the sacred confines of learning which surrounded them.
Hermione removed her hand from his mouth and tangled it in his hair, pulling his head back roughly. The cord of his neck was far too tempting; she couldn't help but run her tongue along it. He pressed into her heated core, drawing another wail of ecstasy.
Her hand was a blur now, up and down. "I want to hear you. I want you to scream my name."
"Fuck! Hermione! I'm so fucking close."
"Get your fingers in me," she begged. "Please, do it, love!"
His long digits entered her wet centre, plunging in and out. She let out a scream as she rode his hand. He was thrusting his hips wildly into her grip.
Hermione was far past the point of her normal decorum, lust and fantasy fueling her thoughts and words. "I want to see you spunk! I want to watch you get off from my hand."
This was too much for Ron to take. "Fuck, Hermione! Slow down, I... I'm fucking coming!"
Hermione, consumed by him, watched as rope after rope of thick spunk shot out of his cock, falling on his shirt, trousers, and covering her hand. Having her fantasy come to life drove her over the edge, aided by Ron's fingers.
"Roooooonnnnn!"
She managed to scream out as she convulsed, her vision darkening momentarily from the impact of her orgasm. She slumped against Ron, boneless. His harsh breaths gently rocked her. She felt him press a kiss into her bushy locks, and she smiled, satiated.
Their heartbeats slowed, nestled in their little cocoon. The minutes stretched out as they relaxed, blissful.
"I can see why the protective charms were needed. That was rather intense."
She looked up, still shy about the whole thing. "It wasn't too much?"
"To be honest, I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life."
"That was so hot. Knowing I can cause that."
Ron laughed. "You've been causing it for years, you just didn't know it. You're welcome to cause that any time."
"Smug prat."
"But I'm glad..." he began haltingly. "I'm really glad that we can do these things, together. You know, learn and grow with each other. It's one of the things I love most about us, that we can be totally open and honest... finally."
She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly shining from his words. "I love you."
"Love you, too."
After a few more moments of closeness they managed to clean themselves up, and with the aid of a few spells, removed any trace if their activities.
The air shimmered once again, revealing the couple.
Hermione sighed, and went to gather up her books. "I suppose we should go down to the match now. Your sister will be disappointed if we're not there."
"Harry's there, so she probably won't even notice us." Ron suddenly froze, looking as if he was trying to figure something out in his head.
"Ron? What is it?"
He spoke slowly, delight blossoming across his face as he smiled. "Well, if everyone is at the match, the changing rooms will be empty."
"And?"
"Let me tell you about a little fantasy of my own..."