A/N: Okay, so this is going to stay as a long shot for a start. But I tried to add in as much detail as possible. Please be kind, I have had a break from writing so I'm only just getting used to it again.
A/N: I have NOT based Hermione's character on the book or movie Hermione, as the same with Ron.
Warning: This story is rated M
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the associated characters, credit to J.K Rowling
The sound of waves crashing onto the sandy beach brought Ron Weasley back into reality, not two hours ago had the woman he loved been put through the worst trauma anyone could have ever gone through. He could still hear her screams and yells as she was tortured within an inch of her life at the hands of the evillest woman in the magical world, the thought of what could have happened, if he had lost her, he would have never forgiven himself. Ron felt his hands curl up into fists as he internally pledged revenge, the very act of which pained him physically, looking down he noticed his bloodied and bruised fingers. The pounding of his fists against the cellar wall did very little to save her, his voice was hoarse from screaming her name, damning the woman who hurt her. Nobody was ever going to hurt her again, not on his watch, even if she did not feel the same way about him as he felt for her, it was now his responsibility to see her survival. He would never take her presence for granted ever again, the man she chose to spend her life with would have to answer to him, he would make sure they knew who would destroy them.
He smiled sadly at the thought of her, her gorgeous face, the little freckles dusted on her nose and cheekbones, her plump lips. This girl was a goddess, a precious specimen that needed to be protected at all costs. Ron knew Harry would do the same, as would any of his brothers, the friends they had left behind, they all knew the importance of this girl. Ron knew that it would hurt like hell if she rejected him, but he had already emotional prepared himself for such an eventuality. But given everything he had done; Ron felt this outcome was likely. She deserved only the very best, a guy who would give her everything, someone who could make her happy and, in his eyes, Ron did not live up to the standards she would want. He let out a self-deprecating chuckle, before wiping his eyes on his sleeve and making his way towards the staircase, up to the bedroom that contained the precious gem that was Hermione Granger.
He gently pushed open the door to reveal his angel. Her hair splayed across the pillow, the glow of her skin shining against the sunlight pouring in through the window at her bedside. Ron smiled dopily causing his eyes to droop, as if the sight of her had brought him into a trance. Her inked stained fingers were interlinked and folded on top of the blanket, resting on her belly. Ron took in the heavenly sight of her face, her mouth slightly open, her long luscious eyelashes hiding away the brown jewels that had captivated him since he had first met her. Ron slowly made his way over to the bed, gently sitting at her hip and reaching out to stroke her rounded cheek. The softness of her skin contrasted darkly to the scars on her neck and arm.
MUDBLOOD
Ron gritted his teeth, desperate not to punch the wall in pure rage. She didn't deserve what happened to her, it should have been him. Her body still frail and weak and this thought alone saddened Ron. Hermione was never weak, in any sense of the word, why couldn't things be okay again? He felt tears starting to pool in his eyes as he gently lowered his face to hers, until their noses were touching. Breathing in her scent, a mixture of coconut and vanilla, he allowed the tears to fall whilst desperately holding in the pitiful sobs he wanted to release. Suddenly, delicate fingers wrapped around his giant ones, causing him to open his eyes. Her face, untouched and innocent, peeked out from under the blanket, glowing in the sunlight. His heart ached, praying for her recovery, acceptance, and love. His devotion to her is unrivaled, he will protect her to his dying day. He looked down; chocolate globes stared back. Hermione searched his face, confused as to where she was.
"Ronald," She murmured as she attempted to lift her hand to his cheek. But before she got there, he gently took the offending hand and kissed it softly before placing it back down on her stomach.
"How are you, darling" Ron whispered as he scooted even closer to her fragile body. The sweet endearment caused her to blush before she hid her face in her hair. Ron softly stroked her hair out of her face. "Can't have you hiding from me sweetheart, I wanna see your pretty little face," He grinned cheekily at her causing her to giggle adorably and duck her face in her hands, cupping her cheeks. "You can be so sweet when you want to be Ronald Weasley," She whispered with a little smile as she stared back up at him. "But in answer to your question," She continued, "I'm a bit sore but I'll be okay,". Her eyes quickly scanned his body, checking for any visible injuries to himself.
"Always putting us before herself" he thought.
Ron's whole body relaxed hearing those words. The fact that she was even speaking was enough to make him see hope for the future. She was going to make it, and that is all that mattered to him. But her smile, her perfect smile, made his heart explode with love. Looking into her eyes again, Ron sighed and grinned down at her as she reached up to move his fringe from his face. "You need a haircut," Hermione whispered as she stroked her hand through his hair, "When was the last time you had one?". Ron shifted on the bed even closer to her, taking hold of her hands once again. "Not since 6th year, I dunno, don't matter though, you're more important," He muttered, leaning down to kiss her hands.
The two sat in silence for a while, just staring at each other, occasionally squeezing each other's hands and shy little smiles. Hermione's eyes brightened every time she glanced down at their intertwined hands, whilst occasionally glancing up at him, drinking in his strong facial features. Ron eventually caught her eye, and he suddenly felt the need to break the silence. Should he tell her? How could he possibly find the words to describe his feelings for her? Ron felt his hands become clammy all of a sudden, these next few minutes would determine their entire future together. He knew he would either be spending the rest of his life with her or he would be living alone, too distraught to be happy without her.
"Listen, Hermione," He said stroking her hands as he furiously tried to think of something intelligent to say, "I'm gonna tell you something and I don't want you interrupting me, okay?". Hermione nodded meekly, flashing him a cute grin. Ron took a deep breath, he had nothing to lose telling her everything, it was bound to happen one day. He took a minute to think over his speech before he turned to her. He quickly took in the sight of her, as if it would be the last time, he would ever see such a beautiful sight.
"O-Okay, well," He sighed, he was already messing it up. Hermione gently squeezed his hand in encouragement. This gave him the strength to carry on. "Listen, Hermione, I really hope that I don't fuck this up, I've never done anything like this before so please bear with me honey," He took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm just gonna go straight in with this, I love you Hermione, so fucking much, more than words can describe, I love everything about you, I love your bossiness, your eyes, just you," He looked away from her, he didn't want to see any hint of disgust or pity, but he continued, knowing she deserved the full truth. "Now, I know you probably do not see me as anything more as a brother, a great friend, but to me, you are everything, you are my light, my life is worth living because of you. Regardless of how you feel, I will always love you, I will be devoted to you, no matter what happens at the end of all of this. Whether you and Harry get married, have kids, and forget that I even exist, I promise to protect you and value you for the rest of our lives. I love you so much Hermione, you have to understand that" He broke off as his voice cracked, hiding his face in his sleeve, his shoulders heaving in grief and uncertainty. He knew that he could have lost her, made her angry for even thinking she would have even considered him. But, despite this, he felt that a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, the ball was in her court now, she had every right to reject him. But before he could berate himself any longer, he felt a pair of warm lips press against his forehead.
His head shot up to see that Hermione had sat up to reach for him, trying to hold him close. Her eyes were red and puffy but were filled with pure joy. Before he could register this, Hermione had thrown herself into his arms, squealing and giggling as she clung to his neck, nuzzling her tear-stained face into his skin. Ron quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to his chest, no longer hiding an enormous grin that had been threatening to break out. He held a close, his nose buried in her curly brown hair, inhaling her scent whilst he stroked her waist and back, comforting her, praying to Merlin that he wasn't hurting her. Hermione pulled back from his neck to look him in the eyes.
"Ron," She breathed, "I-I had a feeling, that…you felt that way, but I was never sure," She sniffed loudly before wiping her eyes on her pajama shirt. "You have to know that I love you too, Ron, I always have, I can't believe you never realized," She whispered, grasping his face between her hands, stroking his cheeks lovingly. Ron's dopey smile returned as he leaned closer to her, before he suddenly pounced on her, nuzzling his face in her neck, leaving sloppy kisses on her skin. Hermione squealed in delight as she pulled Ron on top of her as he continued his assault on her neck, chuckling as she grasped hold of his back. "I love you Hermione Granger," He murmured into her skin before lifting his head up to look her in the eyes. Instead of answering him, Hermione leaned forward and took Ron's lower lip between her teeth, sucking on it while seductively looking at him dead in the eyes. A certain part of Ron's body sprung into life, not believing this could possibly be real. She released his lip and smiled coyly up at him, her hands travelling up and down his muscular biceps.
Ron was on cloud nine, he had never felt happiness on this scale, this was on so many levels the best feeling in the world, better than any feeling he had when his mother had presented a homemade chocolate cake. Before he could open his mouth Hermione beat him to it.
"You're so strong," She whispered as her eyes were glued to his bulging arms, feeling the bumps under her fingertips as she continued to glide them up and down. Ron felt his cheeks burn, not knowing how to take the constant flow of affection that he had never received from anyone before. Feeling brave Ron stripped off his jumper, leaving his chest bare for her to see and her reaction was beyond his wildest dreams. "Oooh," She half moaned half whimpered as she took in the delicious sight of Ron's chest, immediately running her hands down his front, biting her lip. Her hands glided lower until they reached his navel before she glanced up at him once again. Needing to calm himself down, Ron smiled before taking her hands in his own and laying down beside her. Hermione shifted over to the other side of the single bed to make room for him. Ron stayed on his back as Hermione turned on her side, looping her right leg over his thigh as she stared up at the side of his face, waiting for him to tell her what was on his mind.
"Why me, Hermione, what have I possibly done to deserve this," He whispered to no one as if he had forgotten her presence altogether, ha, as if that could happen. Part of his mind was still filled with all the dirty images of things he wanted to do to her, with her. Ron slammed his eyes shut, she was still recovering, aching, yet here he was only thinking about taking her against the wall, marking her as his own. He obviously had serious issues.
"Because I love you," Her angelic voice whispered close to his right ear. Hermione sat up to look down at him, her eyes filled with love and earnest as they trailed down his body in appreciation.
"But you don't understand," Ron said as he sat up with her, "I'm just…me, you know, and don't get me wrong, I don't feel unworthy of a girl, but of you, I just don't see how I can compare to people…people like Viktor, or-or Harry, or any guy,". He got up from the bed and crossed to the window overseeing the beautiful beach that surrounded Shell Cottage. Ron had always loved coming here. It was always so peaceful and homely, even if hundreds of family members turned up for parties, it always felt like an escape. Ron looked up at the vast sky above, watching the clouds slowly disappear revealing a clear blue sky, contrasting to hours earlier when a storm had been threatening to strike. A small butterfly fluttered into view on the windowsill, it swirled quickly before entering the open window. Ron turned to watch it fly around the room before it landed on Hermione's cheek. Ron's heart gave a thud as he took in the adorable sight of Hermione giggling as the butterfly continued to flutter around her face. Failing to hide his grin, he slowly made his back over to the bed sitting back in his original place beside her chest.
"What about that darling," Ron whispered softly as Hermione watched him with sparkling eyes, "Must have mistaken you for a flower,". Hermione looked like she was about to burst with happiness and love before she strongly grabbed Ron's hand, squeezing it slightly before sitting up in bed. With her other hand, she gently extracted the butterfly from her cheek and allowed it to balance on her pinky finger. The whole scene seemed surreal, the butterfly then took off out of the window and into the distance without hesitation. Ron walked back over to the window, watching the butterfly fly into the trees.
He felt small arms wrap around his waist and her face in his bare back.
"I don't think you understand, Ronald," Hermione said in her usual bossy tone, referring to his previous comments, causing a small smile to appear on Ron's face. Merlin, he had missed her. "I love you for you Ron, no one has ever made me feel so important and worthy in my whole life, you make me happy and protected, can't you see, Ronald, I want you, not Harry, not Viktor…" But before she could finish, Ron's self-control broke. Ron spun around in her arms and picked her up off the floor, before holding her up against the wall of the bedroom, being careful to injure her in the process. His eyes blazed in desire as he grabbed her arse and held her even closer to him. "You know what this means, don't you Hermione," He breathed huskily in her ear making her gasp in delight. She bit her lip before shaking her head. "It means you're mine, all mine, nobody else can have you," He growled as pulled her even closer, breathing heavily against her neck. Hermione let out a small whimper, frantically grasping onto his neck with her legs wrapped securely around his waist.
"I've always wanted to belong to you, Ronald, you're my hero, you saved me," She whispered whilst playing with the nape of his neck. Ron faltered for a second, when had he saved her life? As far as he was aware, he had done everything but save her life. His confused look encourages Hermione to explain. "I heard you, in the cellar, it was what kept me alive, it gave the power to stay awake, you took the pain away," She whispered as she held him to her, stroking his hair lovingly. Ron looked away from her, the guilt he felt for not doing more to save her was still raw and he could not begin to wonder what would have happened if he had lost her. The pain in his heart would have killed him, a life without Hermione is a life he is not willing to live.
"It should have been me," He murmured, tears beginning to emerge. He felt her hands tightened around his neck. "Don't you dare, Ronald Weasley, you can't change what happened, but look where we are now, I'm safe, we are all safe, now show me how much you love me," She whispered, forcing him to look into her eyes once again. The two shared a sweet smile before their lips smashed together. Ron carried Hermione over to her bed and gently laid her back, allowing her to get comfy. Staring down at her, Ron pondered for a moment, still not believing how quickly things were moving, not five minutes ago did he truly believe that she preferred another man, yet now she was lying on a bed in front of him, waiting for him. Not wanting to wait another second, he crawled on top of her, being careful not to cause her any pain from her injuries and stroked her hair out of her face. She reached up and grabbed the back of his head before pulling his lips to meet hers.
The kiss was slow but deep, their bodies were on fire as Hermione's hands began to wander across Ron's chest once again burning his skin with her fingertips. Ron felt his arms beginning to give way, so he gently lowered his body onto hers, being careful not to drop his full weight onto her stomach. Hermione briefly broke the kiss. "It's okay, I need to feel you, all of you," She whispered huskily, pulling Ron's body down onto hers fully. He groaned in satisfaction as he allowed his muscles to relax and cupped Hermione's face in his hands before lowering his lips back to hers. Ron ripped his lips from hers, allowing her to catch her breath and continued his journey down her neck before reaching her collarbone, nipping at the skin there. "Oh Ron," She whimpered as she gripped her pillow with one fist and grabbed Ron's neck, encouraging his to go lower. Ron shifted slightly, the act of which caused them both to groan as their lower regions connected, igniting an animal-like feeling inside Ron. He growled lowly against her collarbone before tracing his wet lips up her neck again and kissing her passionately.
Hermione suddenly pushed Ron's chest allowing her to sit up. Feeling like he had done something wrong he backed off her body completely, his face burning up in embarrassment. The embarrassment was short lived though, as Hermione gave him a shy smirk before ripping off her shirt, revealing a white lacey bra. Ron felt his mouth fall open as he ogled her breasts, her nipples straining against the lace. His eyes then trailed down to the bottom of her bra, where a large scar had formed over time. Hermione immediately looked away, flushing as she noticed the place where his eyes had stopped moving. Noticing this, Ron moved forward, cupping her cheek, and forcing her to look at him.
"You're beautiful, angel, no need to hide from me," he whispered as Hermione's eyes filled with tears.
"But it's ugly," She mumbled, referring to the scar on her chest, "I'm ugly," Her voice broke as she dipped her head down into her hand, sobbing pitifully. Ron gathered her up in his arms, shushing her as they rocked slightly. He continued to soothe her, rubbing his hands up and down her arms, whispering sweet nothings in her ear whilst planting little kisses in her hair.
"There's nothing ugly about you Hermione," He whispered as he felt her clam down, sniffing slightly as she turned to look up at him. Holy fuck she's gorgeous. Even with red puffy eyes and wet cheeks, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.
"You have nothing be insecure about, and these," He paused to carefully trace the scar on her chest, the knife mark on her neck and the horrid word splayed across her arm, "these don't make you ugly darling, these show everyone how brave you were, how brave you are, please believe me honey, you are so beautiful, in every sense of the word," He finished with a whisper as he brought his finger up to her cheeks, tracing the line of freckles underneath her left eye. Hermione let out a cute giggle and nuzzled into his hand like he had seen Crookshanks doing to her in the common room. "You're so adorable, you know that" He muttered settling them both down on the bed facing each other in their own little world. Hermione grinned before shifting closer to him.
"I've always been so insecure," She whispered, peering up at him as he rested his right arm on top of her waist, pulling her even closer to him, "Even when I was younger, before Hogwarts, I was teased by the other girls for being 'abnormal'," She sighed at the memories of bullying, of running home to her parents every day after school, spending the evenings snuggled on her mother's lap whilst her father read her a bedtime story. "I always wanted to know the secret," She continued, absentmindedly tracing circles on Ron's bare chest with her fingertips, "The secret on how to be accepted, funny isn't it, supposedly the smartest witch of her age couldn't even use a book to work out something so simple," She gave a bitter chuckle before resting her head back down onto the pillow. Ron shifted slightly, sliding his left arm underneath her head, allowing her to use his bicep as a pillow.
"I don't feel so much that way nowadays," She whispered, "But I'll always have that nagging feeling that I'm not good enough, that I'm not pretty enough,". Ron closed the gap between them, holding her close to his chest as if shielding her from the world. He was her protection, and he was going to hold that responsibility until the day he died.
"I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, you've gone through so much shit, you deserve to be looked after, especially after years of saving Harry and I," He stroked her back softly and almost choked when he heard her literally purr from his ministrations. Composing himself he shuffled down slightly so he was face to face with her and Merlin, did she smell good. He could smell the coconut shampoo she had borrowed from Fleur shortly after their arrival at the cottage. His thoughts swiftly shifted to ones he'd rather not say out loud, images of her naked in a bubble bath, dripping and soaked. Ron's breath caught suddenly as he felt two nimble hands tug at his belt, his eyes shot up to meet her darkened ones. She bit her lip, glancing down at his now slightly tented jeans, calculating her next move with her eyes. Without further hesitation, she began to shuffle down the bed until she had completely disappeared under the blanket.
Ron felt like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets as he felt her little hands tugging roughly on his belt, desperately trying to rip it off. He was about to her help when he felt it loosen. Ron chuckled slightly as he saw his belt being thrown out from the blanket in a small comedy moment, but his chuckle turned into a groan as Hermione undid the buttons of his jeans and began to pull them down slowly. Hermione threw his jeans onto the floor, in the same place as his belt, and ran her fingers up and down his lower legs. Ron felt his boxers get tighter as her hands began to travel to his thighs, getting dangerously close to the bottom of his boxers. "Ermione," He grunted as he lifted the blanket over her head, noticing a dangerous glint of mischief in her eyes and her hands traveled even further north, teasing him to the point of pain.
"Yes, my love," She whispered huskily as she began drawing circles of his upper thighs, putting on the most innocent expression she could muster. Ron gritted his teeth. "Please, touch me," He managed to strain out before he desperately watched her hands begin to travel up his legs again. Hermione giggled before finally flattening her palms over the material of his boxers and over the predominant bulge he was sporting. Biting her lip seductively, she began to rub the bulge, causing Ron to groan in pleasure. "You like that," Hermione whispered as she quickened her pace as Ron began to roll his hips in time with her hands. Deciding to show him some mercy, Hermione stopped her ministrations, much to Ron's disappointment, to hook her fingers around the waistline of his boxers and pulled them down, past his ankles and threw them on the floor. Her cheeks immediately burned a dark red at the sight of his dick, it was…large, not that she had anything to compare it to, but even she knew he was larger than average.
Ron felt his face turn red too, but from embarrassment, her expression was blank, and he was beginning feel self-conscious. Did she like what she saw? He sure hoped so, more than that, he prayed that she had never seen one in the flesh before. But his fears were buried as Hermione looked him dead in the eye, grinning widely as her hands, once again, began to wander up his thighs. Ron's breathing became erratic as her hands got closer and closer to his throbbing dick. His entire body lurched violently as Hermione grabbed him roughly and began pumping him quickly, biting her lip in concentration. "You gotta slow down," Ron wheezed out as he reached over to cover her hand in his, breathing deeply to calm himself. After taking several deep breaths, he released her hand and gave her an encouraging smile to carry on. "I'm not sure what I'm doing here," She mumbled as she starting to stoke him again, a lot slower than before, treasuring the sounds coming from his mouth. "That's the hottest thing you've ever said," He breathed as he struggled to control his breathing as she began to pick up the pace.
Nothing could have prepared him as Hermione suddenly engulfed half of his dick in her mouth, causing him to bark out in pleasure. She froze, fearful that she had accidentally hurt him, but as she stole a glance at his face, she knew she had just rocked his world. The vein on his neck was bulging as he gritted his teeth, sweating profusely. Hermione took it as a sign to begin bobbing her head up and down, using her tongue to stroke him alongside her hands. She tried to fit him entirely in her mouth but only managed just over halfway, she used her hands to stroke the rest of him, hoping she wasn't disappointing him in anyway.
Ron plunged his hand into her hair, bunching her bushy hair into his fist as he helped her gather a rhythm. The feel of her tight mouth and tongue on him was becoming too much for him. After all the years of fantasizing about her, fucking her against a bookshelf at the Hogwarts library, bending her over the desk in her bedroom at her parent's house and, his most favorite of them all, shagging her senseless in the prefect's bathtub. It was those thoughts combined with her mouth that caused Ron to lose control.
"Oh fuck," He breathed, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull, "Hermione, fuck that's so good,". She was getting faster, her head bobbed back and forth over his dick, her hands rubbing him so fast that they were blurry from his vision. "I'm gonna cum," He tried to warn her, but she just moaned. Feeling the vibrations on his dick, Ron came harder than he had ever came before. He roared her name as he came directly into her mouth, eyes shut tight as he rocked his hips in time with her hands. Finally removing her mouth from him, Hermione sat up and swallowed, delighted by the taste as she licked her lips, savouring every drop. Ron watched her with his mouth open.
"Fuck that was hot," He chuckled as she grinned playfully before laying down beside him, once again overlapping their legs in a comfortable position. She tucked her head underneath his chin, savoring the body heat he was emitting, enjoying his scent as the two lay in silence. Ron couldn't help but feel smug as he felt Hermione curled up against him, counting on him to keep her safe and warm. He chanced a glance down at her, her hair obscured much of his view of her, but her immaculate arse was very clear to see. Groaning slightly, Ron sat up, his eyes still fixated on her round rear, and began shuffling down the bed as she had done before. "Ron what…" She began to whisper before she realized what he wanted to do. She giggled quietly and flipped onto her back, trusting him completely to take care of her. Reaching for her pajama bottoms, Ron looked up at her, using his eyes to ask for permission to go further, further than he ever thought he'd be allowed to go and with a shy nod from her, he began to lower her bottoms down her legs. He felt his mouth start to water at the sight of her matching white lace knickers, containing precious treasure only he had had the chance of going near. Ron slowly ran a finger over the wet patch starting to form at her center, enjoying the cooing and whimpers that were emitting from her mouth.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you," He whispered, edging his face closer to her pussy, maintaining eye contact with her, wanting her to feel as comfortable as possible. She squirmed as his fingers brushed against her nub, causing her knickers to become soaked even more making Ron groan at the feeling. "Ron…I-I I don't know, if, I…" She broke off before finishing, now looking almost embarrassed with herself, breaking eye contact with him, her cheeks a rosy red. "Don't know what darling?" He cooed before lowering his face to her knickers and planting a small kiss over where her nub would be.
"I…I might not look…good," She whispered so quietly that Ron had to strain his ears to hear her. He chuckled before moving back up her body until his face was directly above hers.
"Hermione, it doesn't matter what you look like, I'm not gonna think anything less of you sweetheart, and anyway, you're Hermione Granger, you're gonna be beautiful everywhere," He murmured as he lowered his lips to hers. The kiss soon became passionate and the two were battling for dominance, Ron eventually winning. He pinned her arms above her head, before getting off the bed to grab his belt. Smiling wickedly, he straddled her once again before changing his seductively stance into something more serious.
"Do you trust me?" He barely whispered as they stared into each other's eyes.
"Absolutely," She murmured, smiling shyly at him as he immediately began to tie her wrists together with his belt before lifting them above her head and tying them to the wooden headboard. Hermione wiggled her hips and let out a sexy chuckle as Ron winked at her before descending back down the bed and arriving at her knickers once again. He went back to stroking up and down her center, occasionally bending to press little kisses up and down the same path as his fingers.
"Can…Can I take these off?" He finally plucked enough courage to ask her, desperately wanting to bury his face and fingers into her heat, completing a life-long ambition to find out what she tasted like.
She hesitated. Her body stiffened at the thought of being fully exposed. She let out a whimper and that was enough for Ron to quickly make his way up her body and untie her wrists. He brought them to his lips, muttering numerous apologies to her.
"N-No, Ron, you didn't do anything wrong, I-I'm just scared," She desperately grasped at his neck for him to come closer to her. He obliged and intently watched her as she tried to speak but her breathing was to erratic to do so.
"Shh-shh, calm, little dove, calm," he whispered softly into her cheek as his hands caressed her body, hoping to soothe her from her panic attack. A few moments later, she calmed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'm sorry," She muttered, feeling disappointed in herself for ruining the mood.
"Nothing to be sorry about, just want you to feel comfortable," Ron whispered as he peered down at her, "D'you think it was the whole thing about being tied up," But before he could wait for an answer, he froze.
Shit.
She'd pretty much been tied up when Bellatrix tortured her. Shit. Shit. SHIT.
"Hermione, I'm sorry, I didn't think, as always, blimey forgive me please," He cursed himself for being so careless. But instead, she shook her head, stroking the nape of his neck with her fingernails.
"Please don't apologize, I liked when you…tied me up," She whispered shyly, blushing a gorgeous pink as she looked down for a second.
"You mean," Ron grinned, "You wanna try again?"
Hermione let out low sexy chuckle before nodding.
Without hesitation, Ron grabbed his belt from the other side of the bed and repeated the process of tying her wrists to the headboard, beginning to feel entirely turned on again.
"I told you that I trust you, now stop questioning everything and eat me,"
Ron's jaw dropped in awe at Hermione's statement.
"Oh, do close your mouth Ronald," She giggled as he quickly shut his mouth before planting a quick kiss on her neck before descending back down to her knickers.
"You smell so good," He whispered as he dipped all ten fingers inside the waistline of her knickers before dragging them down and off her body completely.
She was perfection personified.
Ron had never seen a woman like this in the flesh before and honestly, it was beyond any expectations. There was nothing 'ugly' about her, she had a small patch of hair at the start of her navel, but otherwise she was clean shaven and tidy. He wasted no time gently stroking his fingers across her folds, savoring the wetness that covered them, all because of him, for him. His desire for her increased with every stroke, edging closer to her nub, where he knew, she would really start to feel the pleasure she deserved. He heard her breath hitch as he lightly started to concentrate his strokes on her nub, rubbing it in little circles, judging her facial expressions for any hint of pain. He needed have worried as Hermione began to roll her hips in time with his fingers, desperately wanting to feel more of him. Little whimpers filled the room as Ron began to increase his pace, adding light kisses on her thigh as he watched her face of bliss.
The moment Ron placed his mouth on her, Hermione let out the sexiest sound he had ever heard. This encouraged him to lick her faster, whilst continuing to rub her with his fingers, hoping his rhythm was making her feel good.
"Mmm, faster, Ron," She murmured as she began to buck her hips into his face, wanting to increase the pressure on her nub. Ron stopped his ministrations briefly, causing Hermione to groan loudly in frustration. "Patience darling, this will feel good," He whispered huskily before putting two fingers in his mouth, wetting them with his saliva before probing her entrance with his fingertips. He looked up at her again, silently asking for permission and with a small nod, Ron eased his fingers inside of her. Hermione growled huskily as Ron began to pump his fingers in and out of her pussy, the sound of wet flesh filled the room alongside the small pants from Hermione. She tried to free her wrists from the headboard, desperate to grab onto his hair but was unable to wriggle free. Instead, she thrashed her head from side to side, bucking her hips, trying to engulf his fingers even deeper inside her.
"Oh Ron, oh that's so good, mmm, faster," Hermione all but growled as Ron practically slammed his fingers inside her, hitting her sweet spot, sweat starting to form on his forehead. Her walls began to tighten around his fingers, her squeals echoed around the room, her entire body convulsed violently as she came hard. "Oh…fuck RON," She let out a final yell before collapsing back down onto the bed, panting loudly as Ron slowly extracted his fingers out of her center and lifting them up to his face, licking them slowly. Merlin, she tastes delicious. Ron grinned dopily as he watched her chest rise and fall as she recovered from her orgasm; a beautiful smile started to spread across her flushed face. "Did you like that?" Ron whispered as he climbed up the bed until he was hovering over her, studying her luscious lips as he did. Hermione giggled as Ron untied her wrists from the headboard and held her close to him, rolling them both on their sides.
"Couldn't you tell by the screaming?" She murmured, nipping lightly on his ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Ron smiled smugly, thanking Merlin for having several older brothers. The two laid in silence, staring at each other's facial features, still recovering from their earlier activities. Taking hold of her hand, Ron grinned shyly at her again.
"I love you darling," He whispered softly into her hair, stroking her hand with his thumb. Hermione smiled sweetly at him, blushing slightly as she stole a glanced at their hands. Nothing could break this moment, it was just the two of them, relishing in the feeling of being in love and being happy. Ron pictured one day they would be doing this very same thing in their own home, with their kids at Hogwarts, growing old together. The thought of Hermione pregnant made him shut his eyes tight. He pictured making love to her in their own bed, coming home from work to find her reading of the couch before fucking her against the wall.
"You okay?" He heard her pretty voice whisper as her other hand ghosted over his cheek, commanding his eyes to open to stare back at hers. He nodded quickly before diving in and leaving sloppy kisses on her collarbone, making her squeal in delight. Watching her look so relaxed brought warmth to his heart, she deserved to feel happy, to feel worthy. For the life of him, he still couldn't work out how on earth he had gotten so lucky as to be the one that she had chosen. After years of being shunted by all types of people and forget by even his own family, Ron finally had something he didn't have to share. As she gazed up at him with darkened eyes, he felt a sudden surge in protectiveness, in desire. He took a deep breath and looked sincerely into her eyes.
"Listen, you need to tell me right now if you want to stop, alright?" He began and continued when she nodded eagerly, "I wanna fuck you so hard, right there…against that wall," He whispered, watching her blush as she turned her head towards the wall he had motioned with his eyes. Turning back to face him, she bit her lip whilst running her hand up and down his bare chest. She then reached up to peck him on the lips.
"I'd quite like you to fuck me against the wall, Ronald Wealsey, hard, fast, deep…" She was cut off by Ron grabbing her by the waist and hauling her over to the wall before pressing her against it.
"How dare you use that filthy language with me, Miss Granger," He growled into her neck as the two pulled each other closer so their bodies were fully connected. She giggled huskily before rubbing her hip against his dick, her nails digging into his biceps.
"Are you gonna punish me?" She whispered in his ear, biting it for good measure.
"Yes, hard, so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow," He muttered as he brought her face level with his before smashing their lips together.
The kiss was more passionate than the last, their tongues dancing together, following the same movements as the rest of their bodies as they grasped onto each other for dear life. Only just realizing that Hermione still had her bra on, he moved his hands behind her back and yanked it off, her breasts spilled out in front of his face, his mouth watering at the sight of her harden nipples. He wasted no time taking her right nipple into his mouth and sucking on it firmly, causing Hermione to moan in appreciation. He switched to her left, giving it the same time and attention before adjusting her against the wall, hauling her up above him.
"I don't want to hurt you angel," he said as he tried to catch his breath. She was still not at full strength and he would never forgive himself his randy self, caused her any further injuries.
"It's supposed to hurt, for a girl's first time, but I want this Ron, I want this with you and you only," She gasped as she reached down to position him at her entrance.
With gritted teeth, Ron began to ease himself in, already feeling the blissful warmth of her walls closing around him. He only managed to get a quarter of the way in before he stopped at a whimper form Hermione. Noticing his hesitation, she encouraged him.
"Just do it Ron, please," She begged.
Wasting no more time, Ron quickly slammed himself in, causing her to yelp in pain and grab hold of his neck, her fingernails leaving indents in his neck.
"I'm so sorry angel, I'm so sorry," He cooed as he tried to stay as still as possible whilst kissing her hair affectionately. Her cries slowly faded, and she lifted her head up, smiling beautifully at him before nodding her head. Ron began to pull out slowly, almost to the tip before plunging back inside again. The feeling was unbelievable, something Ron felt he was never worthy of feeling, let alone with the girl he was sharing the experience with. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, accompanied with moans and grunts, the smell of sex and sweat filling the room. Ron felt like he was in heaven as looked at the sight in front of him. Hermione's breasts were bouncing in front of his face in time with their rhythm, her face flushed a bright red and her mouth open agape as he began to speed up.
"Oh fuck Hermione," Ron gasped as he gripped her waist tightly.
"Ron, mmm, Ron harder," Hermione wailed as she desperately held onto his neck for support.
"Could fuck you like this all day," He muttered, starting to lose the ability to think as he concentrated on the grip of her walls around him.
"Never s-stop fucking me Ron," She groaned out as she too began to lose the ability to string a sentence together.
"Keep saying those dirty things Hermione, tell your man, tell the only person who'll ever have you like this what you want them to do," He growled as he nipped at one of her nipples, speeding up his thrusts.
"Mmm…ugh, f-fuck me harder, take what's yours, only y-yours," She managed to gasp out, throwing her head back in lust, nearly slamming it into the wall behind her.
"That's right Hermione, you're mine, forever mine, only I can fuck you," The randy thoughts he had stored up for years were beginning to spill out of his mouth as he pounded her harder still, watching her lose control.
"I feel it Ron, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck," She breathed.
"Me too angel, me too, cum for your man," He growled, forcing her look him dead in the eye.
Then it happened.
"Oh fuck RON!" Hermione screamed at the top of her voice as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, making her convulse violently around Ron's dick. The very feeling and sight of which drove Ron over the edge too and with a final shout, the two collapsed, sliding down the wall onto the floor.
"You okay sweetheart?" Ron whispered after a few minutes of just heavy breathing. She lifted her head up and gave him a smile that made it very clear she'd been happily and thoroughly shagged. Grinning wildly, Ron managed to find the strength to pick them both onto their feet and over to the bed where they both collapsed. Hermione quickly shot up, desperately looking for her wand.
"What's wrong?" Ron questioned as she began to panic. Finally grabbing her wand, Hermione cast the contraceptive spell, praying it would be effective, the last thing either of them needed right now was a small life to care for. "Contraceptive," She whispered, discarding her wand, and climbing back up the bed to snuggle in his arms. "Good girl," He grinned before placing light kisses on the top of her head. Once again, the two lay in silence, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Ron smiled up at the ceiling, excitedly ready for a future he was going to fight for, a future with her, a future that would be safe for their children and their friends. He couldn't wait to start a life with this girl, a girl that chose him over the best, over someone he deemed more worthy of her. Over time they would learn what love truly means, the hardships and the rewards it brings. Love is not perfect, but was it really supposed to be? All Ron knew was that the most beautiful woman in the world was his and he would prove his devotion to her until the day he died.
A/N: Thank you for reading, as I said before, please be kind, I'm still getting used to writing again.
I actually had so much fun writing this one, after changing almost half the plot, I'm finally satisfied. Feel free to leave a review and please favorite this too, it would be much appreciated. Thank you!
A quick note: Another chapter for my story "Together We'll Learn" will be finished soon.