Grand Climax.
I'm sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, I've been a bit busy in R.L. and I had to spend some time learning a bit of profanity and 'politeness level' of body part names in English.
BrEng swearing is much more colourful than AmEng. Reading about British swearing has been bloody brilliant! Lol.
On the other hand, choosing names for body parts has been a pain in the arse! I have tried to use neutral names for adults: not childish, not medical, not erotic, not vulgar... If something sounds strange, warn me.
"The red den!"
Ron waited impatiently for the emerald flames to appear and end the worst day... No. Not the worst day, but the most humiliating day of his life.
Finally, the flames turned green, but before Ron could move he heard Hermione's voice behind him.
"Accio Ron!"
In an instant, he flew across the room and landed roughly on the sofa. Hermione took advantage of his surprise to immediately jump on him, sitting down with one knee on either side of his waist.
"Hermione, what the hell are you...?"
Before he could do anything, Hermione pulled her face close and stared into his eyes. "Being a virgin is never pathetic, and yes. I agree to teach you!"
"Teach me? What are you talking about..." Ron hesitated for a moment until he remembered the words Hermione was referring to. "Bloody hell, Hermione! What do you want from me?" He leaned his head back against the backrest and closed his eyes, totally drunk and disoriented.
Hermione flicked her wand and a small vial landed in her hand. She slowly poured the contents between Ron's lips. "Drink, you'll feel better." He obeyed immediately, recognising the taste of the sobering potion.
For what she wanted to do, Hermione wanted Ron completely sober. She leaned over him and began to slowly kiss his lips, tracing them with small kisses and gently caressing them with her tongue. She captured Ron's bottom lip between her own and nibbled it gently, enjoying its fleshy texture for a few seconds before reluctantly releasing it. She pulled away from him slightly; just enough to be able to watch him comfortably.
Ron stared at her slightly disoriented and Hermione stroked his cheek tenderly. Slowly, his eyes came into focus and the dreamy expression vanished from his face.
"Hermione. Why are you doing this? And why now, after all these years?" Ron seemed to feel confused and oddly enough, also a little annoyed.
"I don't want to talk about it now. I just want to be with you." She tried to kiss him again, but he leaned back, dodging her kiss.
"Wait, this isn't that easy. I've changed. You don't seem to realise it, but I stopped being an innocent young boy a long time ago. I'm not cut out for this, Hermione. I've done things. I'm not a good person. You deserve someone better; someone good who can make you happy."
"Stop talking nonsense. I know..."
"No. You know nothing. The war didn't end with Voldemort's defeat. You have no idea what we had to do afterwards. I've done horrible things. I've killed a lot of people, more than I can remember. I've spent my whole life hating too much and loving too little, and that can't be changed now."
Was he now trying to push her away with scary stories? Maybe with someone else, or at another time it might have worked, but not today, and not with her.
"Are you done? Well, now you're going to listen to me!... I know your life better than you think. Harry has told us many things: how hard the missions were, how you were always the first to attack and how fierce you were in combat, how the Death Eaters became so afraid of you that half of them surrendered the moment they saw you in front of them. What did they call you, the Red Death?"
Ron laughed sardonically. "That's Harry's thing; he's always been a poet. The Death Eaters weren't that delicate. They called me 'the murdering bastard'."
It was amazing how two such different sides of Ron could coexist. Though she wasn't one to wonder. She had been the same in her youth. Arrogant professionally, and shy and insecure sentimentally.
A vicious smile lit Ron's face. "Though now that I remember, others preferred to call me 'the red-headed..."
Hermione interrupted, "It doesn't matter what they called you. The important thing is that I know what that means. You've been ruthless with them, and I'm glad! If someone had to die, better them than you."
She looked down for a moment, reorganising her thoughts. "I know it was a very hard time in your life, but no matter how much you insist I'm not going to believe you're a murderer. I know you better than you know yourself; you are the most honest and loyal person I have ever met. And you may not want to realise it, but you have certainly loved all your life.
"Who was Harry's first friend at Hogwarts, and who has been by his side through all the dangers? And when my parents died, who was with me day and night, watching over me, and who has comforted me every time I've broken up with a boyfriend? If that's not love, then nothing is."
Ron frowned at her. "But you're fine now, aren't you? You're happy. Why mess it all up for someone like me?"
"I have a comfortable life, a good job and great friends. Obviously, I'm not miserable, but I'm not happy either. Not like Harry and Ginny, or your parents. Why jeopardise it? Because I want something more. And because I'm an adult and I do what I want."
"I don't..."
She put her hand over his mouth. "Ron, you think too much. Tonight we're a man and a woman. Nothing more. Don't think, just feel."
"But I..." Ron tried to keep talking but gave up when he realised there was a tongue in his mouth that wasn't his own. Minutes later Hermione left his lips gasping for air.
"Fuck!" Ron leaned back against the backrest, trying to catch the breath Hermione had stolen from him.
"Of course, but not yet. First I'm going to teach you how to kiss a woman. Repeat everything I do." She kissed him softly on the bottom lip. He mimicked her gesture.
"Good, but too fast. Wait until you feel the warmth of my skin on your lips." Ron repeated the kiss, firmer this time, holding the contact for a few seconds.
"Much better, but there's still room for improvement. Again."
They kept kissing, again and again. Increasing the intensity and depth of the kisses more and more, capturing their lips, licking, biting and finally playing with their tongues, each exploring the other's mouth. With each new advance, she noticed how Ron tensed, and how he gradually relaxed again as he became accustomed to the new sensations and began to enjoy them.
Hermione paused for a moment. They had ended up lying along the length of the couch, she still on top of him; both of them with slightly swollen and reddened lips. How long had they been there? She'd lost track of time with all the kissing. "That was very good. You're a quick learner."
Ron had his hands on her bottom, pressing her against his body. "Thank you. You teach very well."
Hermione undid the buttons of his shirt and slid a hand through the opening, caressing his chest. He had a bit of red hair, and quite a few freckles, but she couldn't see a scar, not even the ones on the brains. "Ron. I want to see you. For real, without glamour spells."
"And for you to see all the butchery? No thanks."
"Ron, do I have to tell you again that you're not going to scare me?"
Ron rolled his eyes. "As if I didn't know that when you decide something, there's no getting it out of your head. But not tonight. Please."
Hermione hesitated for a moment. She was already pushing Ron too hard. If this could make him feel a little more self-assured, she could give in. "Fine. You win. But just for tonight!"
Hermione kissed him again as her hands explored his chest. She started slowly and deepened the kiss. Ron responded enthusiastically. Soon they were exploring each other's mouths with their tongues entwined. When they broke apart, both were panting. Ron let out a sigh of contentment. "I never thought snogging could be so... Incredible."
Hermione felt a pleasant warmth grow inside her. How could Ron be so awfully adorable?
"It is. And it's just the warm-up. Now It's time to move on to more serious things."
"Are you sure?" Ron looked at her visibly nervous.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." If there was one thing she'd learned, it was that direct action was best with Ron. She yanked him up from the couch and apparated them directly in her bedroom.
"If this is how you treat all your lovers, no wonder they don't last." Ron joked as he staggered from the sudden apparition.
Hermione pressed the tip of her wand to his chest. "You're a very insolent student. Sit on the bed and attend to your teacher."
Ron couldn't help but smile as he sat up. "Done. Now what?"
Hermione stood in front of Ron and began to undress, never taking her eyes off him. "Now get ready for your first sex lesson."
She unbuttoned her shirt, button by button and let it slide down her shoulders until it fell to the floor, the skirt soon joined it. Ron kept looking at her with wide eyes. It was obvious that he appreciated the lingerie set she had chosen for the night. Emboldened by his reaction, Hermione stepped between Ron's knees, unclasped her bra and very slowly let it fall down.
Ron let out something between a grunt and a moan. "Fuck!"
Throughout her life, many men had told Hermione that she was beautiful, but none had ever looked at her with such adoration and awe before. She felt delectably beautiful and powerful. "You can touch them if you want."
Ron just nodded and reached out a trembling hand that stopped millimetres from her left breast, as if afraid to touch it. She moved a little closer and rested it against Ron's hand. After a few seconds of hesitation, Ron began to caress it, brushing her nipple with his fingertips.
"You can squeeze tighter."
"What if I hurt you?"
Did this man want to kill her with his incredible cuteness?
"No. Look..." She took his hands and pressed them against her breasts teaching him to touch them the way she liked. Very slowly, Ron began massaging her breasts, fiddling with her nipples as she had just taught him. Hermione let out a small sigh of pleasure. "You can touch whatever you want."
His hands moved down, caressing her stomach, her hips, her thighs. His fingers brushed the fabric of her soaked knickers, trying to get under the annoying garment.
"Take them off."
Ron looked at her hesitantly for a moment, but immediately tugged at the elastic and slid them down her legs, leaving her completely exposed.
"Do you like what you see?"
Ron kept running his gaze over her face, her breasts and her sex, as if he couldn't decide which part to look at. "You're so... perfect."
Again that love, that tenderness. If he kept it up, he was going to melt her right there, no sex necessary.
"That's not true, but thank you. Now it's your turn to get naked."
Ron practically ripped off his shirt. He unbuckled his belt and pulled off his trousers and underwear in one fell swoop. Once stark naked he sat back down on the bed with a huge erection sticking out between his legs. Hermione reached over and pushed his shoulders until he was lying on her bed.
His member was straight and thick, pointing proudly skyward. It wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen, but Ron was certainly very well endowed. She lay down beside him and as she kissed him, she began to stroke his thighs, getting closer and closer to his erection. Finally, she began to stroke it slowly, from the base to the head, up and down.
Ron tensed sharply. "No!" His yell was drowned out by a groan of pleasure and embarrassment.
Hermione pulled her hand away startled. Ron's whole body was trembling as, spurt after spurt, his semen splashed onto his thighs and stomach, and finally slid down the length of his member and sack until it landed on the sheets. Obviously, the male orgasm wasn't a novelty for her, but Hermione had never seen it like this before. It had been like watching a volcanic eruption... An incredibly sexual and erotic eruption.
"Shite! Fuck!..."
Ron's words snapped her out of her reverie. She had to do something to cheer him up. And fast!
"It's alright. After all the time we've been downstairs 'warming up', it's perfectly normal." She leaned down, making sure Ron could feel her nipples against his chest and whispered: "Besides, I like knowing that just by touching you I can make you lose control like this. It makes me so horny!"
With a sultry grin, she took a small drop of semen with her index finger and popped it into her mouth as she looked Ron in the eyes. She sucked on it bit by bit as if it was the best ice cream she'd ever tasted. Actually, the drop was too small to appreciate its taste, but the result was a complete success. Ron pounced on her with a ravenous expression and began kissing her as if his life depended on it. Between moans and gasps, they fell back onto the bed, Ron on top, Hermione wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Wait a moment." She slipped a hand between their bodies and guided his member between her folds until it rested against her entrance.
"Merlin!..."
"Do you like it?" She rubbed the head of his member up and down, against her damp sex. Ron held his breath and looked at her as if he wanted to kill her. Hermione smiled impishly and kissed him as she repositioned him at her entrance.
"Push in slowly. Be careful."
Ron nodded and slid slowly and gently inside her with a moan of pleasure. She was more aroused than she had ever been. She couldn't believe Ron, her best friend, was inside her. Filling her. Shagging her.
"You can move now. Take your time and enjoy it. There is no rush."
She tried to find a more comfortable position as Ron began to move in and out of her body. "Hold on. Get up a little. Good."
She immediately realized that she still wasn't comfortable. Ron was thrusting back and forth too stiffly, resting too much weight on top of her. It was extremely frustrating to have so much desire and not be able to satisfy it.
"Wait." She tried to rotate her hips a little but to no avail. She was still uncomfortable, and Ron was still squeezing her against the bed. "Stop it! Stop. This isn't working."
She immediately noticed the hurt expression on Ron's face as he pulled away from her. He sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry. I told you I wasn't cut out for this." He bent down and picked up his trousers from the floor.
"Ron, what are you doing?"
Ron stood up as he stretched his trousers out. "I suppose you'd want me to leave, wouldn't you?"
How could he be so stupid, "Ron, go back to bed right now!"
"What for?"
"You think I'm going to kick you out of my bed because you're not the perfect lover the first time you're with a woman? You think I'm capable of doing something like that?"
"I don't know what to think anymore."
"Come here, you big idiot." She took him by the hand and laid him on his back in the middle of the bed. "All I meant was that we'd better change positions. You just relax and let me do all the work."
She sat on top of Ron and began to move her hips, rubbing her sex up and down the length of his erection.
Ron moaned his appreciation and brought his hands to her hips, pushing her harder against his member.
Hermione smiled up at him, "Better this way, isn't it?"
"Better than you can imagine."
Hermione kept moving and kissing him until she noticed that his member was fully rigid again. She held it between her hands, as she let herself fall onto him, taking him deep inside her sex.
Ron dug his nails into her flesh. "Bloody hell! If you do that again I'm not going to be able to hold out for long."
"Don't worry. Just take a deep breath and relax."
"How am I supposed to relax when you've just shoved my... all the way in?!"
It was so funny. She'd heard him swear words that would make a Viking blush, and now he couldn't bring himself to name a small, or not so small, part of his anatomy.
"Your what, Ron?... Manhood?... Penis?... Phallus?... Dick?... Cock?" With each word she raised her hips and dropped them on Ron, impaling herself on him again and again.
"Hermione, I can't take any more..."
"You're doing great." Hermione could feel Ron's member getting more and more aroused. She knew he must be on the verge of orgasm. She raised herself up and let herself fall once more with her full weight on top of Ron. The head of his member penetrated her deeply as Ron let out a gasp and spilt inside her. A huge heat invaded her body and she repeated the motion, again and again, slamming her sex against Ron's body with all her might as she rubbed her clit with her fingers.
She could feel Ron's still aroused member moving in and out of her insides. She was shagging her best friend, wantonly using his body for her pleasure. The thought excited her more than her body could take. She was on the verge. She just needed one more push. Ron held her hips, pounding even deeper inside her: that was all she needed. She clenched her muscles around Ron and let herself fall one last time as her hand pressed tighter on her clit. She felt herself melt. Waves of pleasure surged through her body, drowning her into endless ecstasy.
When she finally came to her senses, she found herself lying on Ron's chest, panting and drenched in sweat. Ron was kissing her head as he caressed her body, sliding his hands up and down from her thighs to the nape of her neck.
"Was it good?" Ron asked with interest.
She climbed up Ron's chest until she reached his mouth and kissed him passionately before answering. "Fucking awesome."
Ron carefully set her down beside him as he propped himself up on one elbow. "This is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. Thank you for showing me how fabulous you are. And for letting me..." He paused for a moment, searching for the words. "enjoy your wonderful body."
"Well, I think I've enjoyed it quite a bit too." She took Ron's hand and brought it to her soaking wet sex. "It's like this for you. And this isn't something just anyone can do."
Ron's fingers were covered in her juices mixed with his own seed. Ron looked at her strangely. Slowly, without taking his eyes off Hermione he brought his hand to his mouth and ran his tongue over his fingers, then placed them over her lips. It was like a ritual: He wanted both of them to share their essences. Hermione wrapped her lips around Ron's fingers, sucking them clean; they tasted bitter and spicy. A shiver ran down her naked back. It felt as if they had sealed some sort of sexual bond. Ron leaned over her and kissed her deeply; their tongues clashing between their lips; the taste of their fluids mingling in their mouths.
They were still kissing and caressing each other when sleep overcame them.
The first thing Hermione noticed the next morning was the sun in her eyes. She blinked in annoyance. Why was it so bright? She always woke up before dawn to go to the Ministry. The Ministry! Shite, she was late for work!
She tried to jump out of bed to start getting dressed at full speed, but she couldn't even begin to sit up: something big and heavy was pinning her to the bed. When she looked down she found the red-haired head of her best friend resting between her bare breasts. That definitely woke her up, and all the memories of the night before came flooding back. She didn't have to go to work, and Ron was in her bed naked because she'd had sex with him.
It was all so strange! She'd seduced Ron. Her best friend. And the truth was Ron's performance in bed hadn't exactly been how Hermione had been dreaming it. However, instead of feeling frustrated or disappointed, she felt incredibly satisfied and with a fulfilment she had never felt with any of her lovers.
As she absently ran her fingers through his red locks, she thought about everything that had happened over the past few days: the discovery of her obsession with Ron; her inability to sleep with other men; the confessions of the day before; but most of all, she thought about their first night together.
Their first night? She was the first to be surprised, but the truth was that she wished this was the first night of many. Ron might be the most inexperienced lover she'd ever had, but she wished for no other.
His inexperience wasn't a problem, it was just a matter of practice, but Ron had also been loving, caring, considerate... and so absolutely adorable!
Suddenly all the pieces fitted together like a giant jigsaw puzzle. "Shite!... I've fallen in love like a sodding teenager."
"Bloody hell, Hermione. You swear like a sailor!" it was Ron's still sleepy voice.
Hermione looked down.
Ron returned her gaze utterly serious. "Is that true?"
Hermione could feel her cheeks burning. "What thing, that I'm a sodding teenager?"
"What you just said. Are you in love... with me?"
Hermoine shrugged. "It seems so."
Ron smiled, his eyes sparkling with a joy she hadn't seen in a long time.
Hermione felt a burning desire spread throughout her body like a raging fire, and there was only one hose capable of putting it out... Hose? Hermione couldn't stop a huge grin from appearing on her face at such a shameless metaphor.
"I hope you are ready for your morning sex lesson."
Instead of answering, Ron began to roam her body, kissing, biting and licking every inch of her skin, rubbing his body against hers. Hermione closed her eyes and let herself go, stroking her red hair and enjoying the wonderful sensations her best friend Ron, her lover, was giving her.
Yes, the clumsiest and most inexperienced one she'd ever had, but she couldn't care less. All it meant was that she'd have to teach him everything very slowly and from the beginning; the job of a lifetime if she was lucky... And if not? Well, in that case, she'd have to assign him a lot of boost lessons.
I guess I broke a couple of tropes here too: Virginity doesn't mean being shy or weak. Love does not ensure perfect sex.
Well... I can't believe this fic is finally over!... I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.