AN: Happy Smutty Saturday. Just a warning, this chapter is about as explicit as it gets, but it's pretty explicit. I don't think I've ever written sex as graphic as this but I promise you it's worth it. I just wanted to give you a heads up, just in case it's not to your tastes (although I'm pretty sure it's the reason y'all are reading this fic, you thirsty thirsty things!

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Hermione finds herself with a free day and a burning desire for her favourite redhead. While he's helping her deal with the stress of working such a demanding job, the pair agree to set some ground rules for their arrangement.

Pop something move something, shake ya tail feather
Girl go and take it low
We can even do it slow (we can even do it slow)
Either way you want to go (either way you want to go)
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something, shake ya tail feather

- Shake Ya Tailfeather, P. Diddy [feat. Nelly & Murphy Lee], 2003

Hermione

I didn't get a chance to examine the new development between Ron and me until a few days after we made our agreement. There had been a surge of curse related injuries linked to a new trend advertised in Witch Weekly—eye colour changing, and I'd spent far too many hours trying to turn people's eyes back to correct some of the worst wandwork ever. Some of the more unfortunate witches and wizards temporarily lost their eyesight until I could restore it.

However, when I was able to catch a short break, I found my attention drifting off, and mental images of Ron's fantastic body came flooding back to me. Next came the memory of how good his fingers had felt curled inside me, and whatever I was doing at the time, I had to stop and catch my breath. It would happen at the most mundane moments, like when I was making coffee or brushing my teeth. And as much as I really needed to do something about it, I didn't want to be caught with my hand down my pants on work's time. I quite liked my job.

To make sure Ron didn't think I'd completely forgotten about him or regretted the decision we had made, I started sending him memes and GIFs. Most of them were sexual in nature, the kind of things that would get you in a whole load of trouble if you'd sent them to the wrong person. Luckily, I'd changed his name to "sexy" in my phone book to hide the trail easily. Ron didn't complain. In fact, he responded eagerly every time with memes and jokes of his own, and he was pretty chuffed when he found out what I was now calling him.

Ginny remained the only person to know about us, which was good because I found it all a bit of a whirlwind. I once expected Ron to be one of those friends who firmly remained in my peripheral. I had no intention of going to his place after eating dinner with his sister, and I wasn't planning on having some of the best sex of my life, but somehow, it just happened. Not that I was complaining about it.

Finally, my only day off of the week came around. The flat was quiet—I knew everyone else was at work today, and I was looking forward to tackling my long to-do list. After waking up mid-morning, I lounged in bed, trying to focus on what I needed to get done, but images of my night with Ron kept on interrupting my thoughts. He hadn't been that far from my mind since, and it felt like there was a continuous heat pooling low in my belly. I was desperate for more of him.

Despite the fact I'd had sex twice in the past week—which was a lot more than I'd had in the last year—I was still feeling ridiculously horny. Ron was like a drug, and I couldn't get enough of him.

I stretched myself out languidly across my bed as my brain continued to work through my favourite images from our dalliance. My fingers danced over my body, shifting under my t-shirt and then to the waistband of my pyjama bottoms before stopping as they got to my lower stomach.

I had an arrangement now—Ron and I were friends with benefits, so I didn't have to resort to sorting myself out, not that there was anything wrong with that. I felt a surge of excitement. I'd never been in this situation before, but I was determined to see how far I could push it.

I rolled onto my belly and reached for my phone. It didn't take long for me to bring up Ron's phone number. As I listened to the dial tone, I tried to work out what day it was. It was easy to lose track when you were working two-day long shifts in the depths of the hospital. It was Friday, I think. There was a chance Ron was still at work, but I knew Aurors were quite flexible with their working hours, as long as they turned up for their meetings and missions. Hopefully, I'd be in luck.

Ron picked up on the third ring. His voice was low and sexy, and it sent my already turned on body into a spin. "Hermione Granger. I was wondering when I might hear from you. I was starting to get worried that we'd only communicate in memes from now."

"I'm just trying to keep you on your toes. And they were some good memes. It took me a while to find them." I giggled, then automatically pulled a face at myself. I'd never known a man to have this kind of effect on me. I wondered if there was a potion I could take that would quell the fire burning in me.

"I particularly liked the aubergine one. Were you thinking of me when you sent it?"

"Maybe?" Done with the banter, I decided to cut straight to the chase. "Listen, I'm home alone. I don't have work today. I wondered if you fancied popping over? I've been really stressed recently…"

"Oh, I wouldn't want you to be stressed out. I can help with that!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of swearing on the phone, and Ron laughed along with another bloke. Probably Harry. Those two were joined at the hip. He better not have told him about us, though. "I can do that. I'm due a lunch break soon. Do you think you can wait an hour?"

I groaned. It felt like such a long time. Still, I was an intelligent woman in control of her feelings and emotions, and I had plenty of other things I could be getting on with.

"Yeah, I guess I can."

"Great, can I floo straight in?"

"Of course. See you in a bit."

I hung up and threw my phone to the bed with a huff. I contemplated taking a shower but felt it was a bit pointless considering I hoped to get very hot and sweaty soon. Instead, I forced myself out of bed and pulled on a sexier pair of knickers and a pretty vest. Ron probably wouldn't notice, but it made me feel good. I wrapped my dressing gown around me and decided to go and grab some breakfast. I'd need my energy for later.

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The hour passed, and then another ten minutes, and I felt like I was going to explode. I could not sit still. I took up residence on the sofa and tried to focus on my reading, but it was just no good. I hated tardiness, and seventy minutes was a very long time to wait when you were feeling as horny as I was.

I contemplated ringing Ron and telling him not to bother when he came crashing unceremoniously through my fireplace. I resisted the urge to throw myself at him and instead settled on watching him with my eyebrows raised.

"I'm so sorry I'm late." He dusted himself off then stood up straight in front of me, his hands perched on his hips. His muscles rippled under his tight t-shirt with every movement, and I almost swooned. "Lavender grabbed me just as I was heading to the floo network. Harry has persuaded her to read through my plan because she reckons she might be able to persuade Robards to read it. Finally! So I had to go back to my desk to grab it for her."

I pushed aside the surge of jealousy I felt as he mentioned another woman. I'd heard about Lavender before. I was pretty sure she'd gone to school with the others. Ron wasn't my man, but I didn't want other women to lay a claim on him either, at least not without us agreeing about it first. I shook the thoughts of him with someone else out of my head, concentrating instead of the task at hand. I pushed myself off the sofa and sauntered towards him in a move I hoped looked sexy.

"Well, that's good, right?" I knew Ron took his job seriously, and Ginny had mentioned at dinner that he had some great ideas for improvements in his department.

"Yeah, if he reads it, it should be brilliant. Might even mean another promotion for me!" His eyes were burning into me as he watched me traverse the living room to get to him. "I reckon I'm in for a pretty good day either way."

"I hope so. My flatmates are out…" I breathed out, my heart pounding as I finally got close enough to smell him.

"Yeah? Reckon you told me that already. Fancy doing something naughty then?"

"Yes, please." I felt his hot breath on my skin, and suddenly, I was struggling to breathe.

There was only one solution. I quickly closed the gap, capturing Ron's lips in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. We didn't need to build things up or act cautiously towards each other anymore, and I was pretty sure we'd had enough small talk for one morning. I still needed foreplay, of course, but the rest of it could go straight out the window.

We continued to kiss as we frantically removed our clothes. I let myself get lost in the sensations, my mind a confusion of touch, scent and sound. His hands were everywhere, driving me around the bend and making my knees go weak. He started to move us, firmly gripping hold of my arms as he steered me over to the sofa.

"Do you trust me?" He pulled away enough to speak, our noses pressed against each other.

"Yes!" I breathed out. He manipulated my body, bending me over one of the arms on the sofa. He quickly performed a contraception charm before sliding into me from behind. "Oh, Ron, that's so good."

He was lazy with his strokes to start with, leaning over me as he pressed kisses up my spine. I'd never been with a man who was as good at sex as Ron was or someone who was more focussed on his putting his partner's pleasure before his own. I was truly a lucky girl. Even if Ron wasn't mine to keep, he was mine to have right now.

"Merlin, you're so wet!" I didn't have to see his face to know he had that brilliant lop-sided grin plastered over it.

"That's because you're so hot!" I'd never been so vocal during sex before, but Ron knew how to draw all the right words from my lips. "Fuck!"

I was desperate for more contact with him, so I summoned all my strength and pushed myself up from the sofa so that my body was flush with his, forcing his thrusts to become more shallow. I reached back with one arm and slid my fingers into the back of his hair. Our faces were side by side. He watched me as he let his hand creep over my stomach and danced his fingers over my clit.

I gasped, then rolled my eyes at the low chuckle that escaped his lips. He was doing this deliberately. "You're a fucking tease, Ron!"

His usual bright blue orbs turned dark with passion, and his grin morphed into a look of pure adoration. I realised he hadn't heard me swear properly before, and I'd just used the word fuck twice in quick concession. His thrusts slowed almost to a stop, eventually sliding out of me, and I moaned at the loss of him. I turned my head to the side, raining hard kisses down the side of his face. We weren't in a rush, despite my earlier keenness.

I loved the danger of this position. Although I knew everyone was out, the thought that at any minute someone could floo or apparate in sent a thrill through my body. They'd get a proper eyeful, too—my body was entirely on display, his fingers were on my clit, and his hard cock was still rubbing against me. Usually, I was more conservative, but in the moment, I did not care.

Ron decided he'd finished playing with me. He let out an animalistic grunt and placed his large hand on my back, forcing me back down to the sofa. His other hand gripped hold of my hip so hard; I could feel his fingernails almost breaking the skin. I let out an uncharacteristic squeal as he buried his entire length back into me, hard.

Usually, I was extremely in control of my life and always, always in charge. But I was happy to let Ron take over. He pushed me further into the material of the sofa as he thrust even deeper inside me, forcing me to turn my head so that I didn't suffocate. Then suddenly, he groaned my name and shuddered on top of me. I couldn't help the creeping disappointment wash over me as he came inside me. He forgot to see to me first.

It was enough to make me want to terminate our arrangement, and I was about to open my mouth to tell him so when he growled. "Stay exactly where you are!"

I didn't have long to lament my misfortune. I felt a cool breeze sweep over me as he moved, and then suddenly, he was on the floor, his tongue lapping at me eagerly.

"Holy shit!" Make that three swears in as many minutes. I knew he could taste himself on me and the thought just drove me wild. I loved a man who was confident with that sort of thing. A lot of them were squeamish, but these things were just a normal part of life. He added a finger, and that was the last thing I could remember as I came hard, calling out his name.

My knees buckled, and I lost my grip on the sofa. I collapsed into Ron's lap, getting a brief glimpse of his satisfied smile before I curled into him.

"That was a bloody good use of my lunch break." He chuckled to himself.

"I am happy you decided to come and visit!"

"There was no decision about it, Hermione!" He kissed the top of my head and drew his strong arms around me. I automatically tucked my head under his chin, marvelling at the way it fitted like it was meant to be. I closed my eyes, almost succumbing to my post-sex weariness. We were sweaty and hot, and it felt delightfully cosy.

Fortunately, my common sense switched on just before I drifted off to sleep in his arms. I lifted my head, avoiding the pierce of those beautiful blue eyes. "No cuddling," I reminded him as if it were his fault. I was pretty sure it was me who initiated it this time.

"Ugh, you're right." He loosened his grip on me. "I do need a shower before I go back to work, though."

"That I can do!" I started to climb off him, grateful for the distraction. There was no way showering with Ron could be construed as romantic. I considered taking his hand then thought better of it, instead leading him through to my ensuite with a wriggle of my hips, leaving our clothes abandoned on the living room floor.

I turned the shower on and gathered towels and anything else we may need as we waited for the water to warm up. Fortunately, my room had a lovely walk-in shower. Still, it would be a squash with both of us in there.

"We should set some ground rules," I mused as I stepped under the warm stream of water.

"For showering?" He brushed his lips against mine as soon as he got to me, and I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my mouth.

"No, for this friends with benefits thing."

"What type of rules?" He reached behind me for the shower gel and started to lather me up.

I pushed his now wet hair out of his face so I could see him better. "No lying. We should feel safe to tell each other if something is bothering us or if we want to see someone else. And because of that, no fighting?"

"No fighting? Does that include our bickering, too?" He frowned and dragged a hand between my breasts, leaving behind a soapy trail. He cupped each one gently, being thorough with his washing, and I instantly felt my nipples harden. Merlin, what was wrong with me?

"No, the bickering can stay. That's kind of like our foreplay! I mean arguing as in full-on blazing rows because we're pissed off at each other. As long as we're open with each other, talk about everything, don't lie, we shouldn't need to argue!"

"That's fair. Okay, no arguing!" Ron agreed before dropping his head and taking one of my nipples between his teeth, pulling at it gently.

"Ron! I'm trying to be serious here!"

"Sorry!" He lifted his head again, but he looked far from apologetic. "Okay, so what about no staring deeply into my eyes?"

I lifted my head, immediately feeling the pull of his gaze and the flutter deep in my belly as I made eye contact with him. That was going to be a hard one to resist. I nodded my agreement, although I didn't plan on committing to it fully. "We can't list each other as an emergency contact. I don't want to be called to your death bed."

"No jealousy."

"Yes, no jealousy! We're not boyfriend and girlfriend, and we're not possessions."

Ron's hands were at my backside now, lifting me and pressing me against the shower wall. His erection was nudging against me, and I laughed. How the hell did we both get so turned on by such a mundane conversation?

"No calling my penis cute, even if it's all dressed up!"

"Why would your penis be dressed up?" I raised my eyebrows as he slipped into me.

"Don't question it; it just has to be one of the rules!"

"Fine!" I groaned, letting my head fall back against the shower wall and giving in to Ron again. "And no falling in love."

"Should I be insulted that you can say that whilst my cock is inside you?" He laughed, almost dropping me as his feet slipped in the soap suds.

"Oh, it's a compliment. Your cute cock feels so good!" I tightened my grip on him, clinging on for dear life.

"Hermione! You promised!" He tried thrusting again, almost losing his balance.

"Fine. Your handsome, manly penis!" I giggled.

"Much better!" He gave me that lopsided grin before attempting to thrust into me again, his feet slipping on the tiles. My head crashed against the wall, but before he could give me an apologetic look, I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him towards me for a hungry kiss.

Our attempt at having sex in the shower didn't last long. We were both far too soapy and way too tired from earlier, but it was fun to try. Eventually, we gave up and sorted ourselves out, our bodies touching at every opportunity. We were full of giggles, almost like we were teenagers again, even though we were doing some pretty grown-up things. It took us a while until we were both clean.

I found that it didn't matter that shower sex hadn't worked and that I didn't mind having to finish myself off. With Ron, I felt like I could be brave enough to try new things and enjoy them without the stress of making it successful. He was encouraging, almost like my personal cheerleader. Every whispered word of approval and groaned name made me feel so good—like I could achieve anything. Maybe I should have added that to the list of rules: no being supportive of each other.