Chapter 3:
As Hermione entered the room, Ron turned to look at her with a full smile. He had been dying to get away from everyone, and to say his mind had wandered to some darker thoughts would be a bit of an understatement. She smiled back and the two proceeded to meet and lock lips, wrapped thoroughly in the others embrace. Ron smelled a slight trace of perfume drifting from Hermione and a deep animalistic urge swelled from inside him. He kissed her harder, pressing against her with deep passion. However, Hermione tensed, and Ron stopped. "You okay Mione'?" He asked, giving her a questioning look. "Hermione gulped and replied, "Fine, it's just, well." And suddenly she snapped, 'Well it's just, I've never done anything like this before", and she burst into tears, turning and sitting on the edge of the bed. Ron stood still for a moment, and then came and sat next to Hermione, gently wrapping his arms around her. "Hermione", he started, looking deep into her eyes, "I want you to know I wouldn't ever do anything you weren't comfortable with." "If you want to wait, by all means we'll wait. "Damn my feelings", he continued, and he meant it, too. He wanted Hermione to be happy, and if this was how, then that was how it would be. As Hermione wiped her tears, she glanced at Ron and knew he was telling the truth. She looked deeply back into his eyes, and as his piercing green eyes met her own, a feeling such as Hermione had never known swelled within her and her insides grew weak.
Taking her wand from the bedside table she turned to the door, and gently whispered, "Muffliato", and then, "Colloportus." She threw the wand to the bedside table and stood, tall and proud. A feeling swept over her as though she had never known before. Nervous, but exited with a wave of adrenaline, lust or both pumping through her. Ron sat, an expression somewhere between disbelief and utter delight plastered on his face. Hermione reached down and pulled her shirt up, throwing it to the floor, then quickly down, sliding her skinny jeans off her curvy frame. She stood there in her lacy undergarments, and grinned devilishly as Ron sat mouth agape at the end of the bed. "Well", she uttered impatiently, "Aren't you going to do something about this?' Ron stood and moved swiftly to her. Pulling her tightly to him once more he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall gently to the floor. He gazed intently at her firm breasts and then carefully handled them, kneading them with his hands gently, but greedily. Stooping down he pulled Hermione's waiting breast into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the smooth nipple, earning an earnest moan from Hermione, which only egged him further. He quickly moved to the other and gently sucked at, Hermione's body twitching with delight, jagged breaths escaping hurriedly from between her lips. Suddenly, Ron stood once more, and reaching down ripped away her silken undergarments, eliciting a moan. Ron glanced down at her womanhood, glistening wet with yearning, and the animalistic lust returned once more as the damp, musky odor filled his nose. He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed, facing him, her legs spread and the gorgeous sight filling his view. He grinned wolfishly, and then kissed her. Pulling back he then kissed her neck, and her eager moans and gasps only furthered the intense desire filling him. He trailed his tongue down her body, pausing briefly at her breasts, and then down her stomach to her legs. He kissed her inner thighs, and gently teased her outer folds, barely tracing them with the tip of his tongue. Hermione grew restless with desire, wanting nothing more than to relieve the feelings boiling inside her. She pushed at him, urging him to give her the relief she so desperately craved. "Please Ron" she begged. He glanced into her eyes once more before flicking his tongue out and gently caressing her clitoris. All at once, such feelings filled Hermione as she had never known before. Stars exploded and danced before her eyes, and she buried her fingers in Ron's hair urging him to continue. Ron needed no further reasoning and licked at her womanhood with earnest, Hermione calling his name and bucking her hips all the while. Her breath grew ragged, and she knew she couldn't hold out for much longer. Finally, with a tumultuous cry, Hermione came, yelling Ron's name and shuttering in deep relief and desire. She settled back on onto the bed panting heavily and holding Ron.
After a minute or two, she turned to Ron. Tugging at his shirt she pulled it over his head, and threw it to join her pile of clothes on the floor. He stared at her quizzically before asking, "What the devil are you doing?" A wicked grin crossed Hermione's face as she replied, "Returning the favor." She quickly removed his trousers, and then as she pulled his boxers forward, his erection sprang free. Hermione gaped at it, the blood gorged pole of a muscle stood at a firm attention. Seeing this Hermione was most pleased with herself. She hadn't always been the sexy or devious girl at Hogwarts, but the sight before her filled her with an intense desire, and a shiver ran down her spine as she imagined some thoughts that would make the most unabashed turn scarlet. She followed suit of Ron's example and after kissing him passionately, trailed her tongue down his body. Stopping just before his cock, she grinned. Ron chuckled, "Oh Hermione, don't be such a tease." But with this she opened her mouth and engulfed his cock. Ron uttered a strangled cry, but one of pure ecstasy. Hermione bobbed her head up and down, quickly finding a steady rhythm and sucking fervently with each stroke as she moved. Ron grasped the bedspread tightly as she continued, moving faster and faster as the time progressed. Suddenly Ron groaned loudly and stated, "Oh Hermione, I'm….Ah, Ah, Ah…." Hermione squealed as Ron came into her mouth, barely managing to contain the huge load. She continued to bob and milk every last drop from Ron, swallowing the sticky, salty tasting fluid. After this she turned and smiled at Ron. "Oh Hermione", he gasped, "You are a dirty girl." With this Hermione grinned.
They both lay there in silence for a few minutes, chests heaving with deep, exited breaths, sharing passionate kisses and each invading the others mouth with their tongues. After several minutes, Ron moved once more, his excitement once more returning. Hermione rolled on her back and spread her legs, eager to be filled by Ron. He climbed on top, and gazing intently into her eyes, gently pushed his cock into her awaiting pussy. She yelled, as he entered, her hymen being severed for the first time. He took this as pain, and pulled back quickly, the feel of his cock inside her sending a quiver through her, and a pleasure such as she had never, ever felt before. Removing it, Ron sputtered out, "Shit, sorry, sorry, sorry." "Oh Merlin, Ron", she cried, grabbing his cock and forcing it back in, "Don't stop, PLEASE." Without delay, he eagerly filled her request, moving his hips with zest and marveling at the sound of flesh meeting flesh, as he pounded into her. Ron leaned back and Hermione raised her hips, crossing her legs around his waist, and grinding into him with such desire, that she yelled. After several more minutes of intense thrusting, Hermione cried out, "Oh Ron, I'm going to cum." With this only further serving to motivate him, he slammed into Hermione with such a fury, that Hermione uttered a deep guttural scream. Tremors tore through her as waves of pleasure swelled over her body, crashing into her. Bucking and panting she shuttered, still quaking with the feel of her body's response to such adept pleasure. Ron yelled loudly as well, his own release at hand, sending his seed deep inside her. Panting, the two collapsed together in a mass of sweat, flesh, and limbs, and with no wait fell into a deep slumber.