Well, here is a little surprise!
First, let me give you a warning: though you can enjoy this fic on its own, it only makes completely sense after reading Discovering Ourselves, because this takes place before chapter 35 (39 taking in the account the double chapters), 'Row House.' If you haven't read that, you'll miss a few references. However, if you are here just for the smut, I suppose you can enjoy it anyway. Just be aware that the rest of this note will have spoilers about that chapter.
As I stated in DO, I never planned to write a one-shot regarding the world of Discovering Ourselves. After all, that story is, in itself, a compendium of moments (mainly sexual) from Ron and Hermione's lives, so, what would the purpose be? I could simply add it to the story.
However, when writing 'Row House', after Ron remembers the moment when he showed Hermione the study/library, I felt the need to write about that. But, of course, I couldn't add it in there, it wouldn't make sense for Ron to just start daydreaming about it while Hermione's parents are there. And I loved the way I was presenting all of you their house, so I couldn't simply change the start of the chapter or add a short scene before their arrival. This was the easier solution, because it was so thoughtful of Ron to give this little space to Hermione (even if it really is for the both of them) and I truly wanted to write about it.
So here it is. It's a short story (for my standards), but I hope you love it as much as I do.
"Well, it's done," said Mr Gorwein, the deliverer and installer from Wizardrobes, a company dedicated to magical furniture and appliances. Ron moved behind the couch, caressing its back and looking at how it was all arranged, and nodded.
"Good," he said. "This looks fantastic."
"Well, the articles you bought are among the best in our modern line," declared Mr Gorwein proudly. "I can assure you you'll enjoy them for many years to come," he promised, then made a pause, checking his wristwatch. "I've gotta go now, but don't forget to contact us once you decide what kind of cabinets and shelves you want here, or any other thing you need."
"We will," said Hermione. "We've still got to decide how to furnish the study, so we'll probably wait until we know what we want to do about it."
Mr Gorwein gave Ron a look, his lips twitching a bit, as he nodded.
"And we've got to talk about putting that sunshade and garden table in the backyard," added Ron.
"Yes, that too," nodded Hermione. "It'd be nice to take advantage of the weather and be able to have lunch or breakfast outside sometimes. We'll leave the rest of the bedrooms for later."
"Perfect," said Mr Gorwein. "See you, then."
Ron accompanied him to the door and then closed it, joining Hermione back on the living room.
"Well, we've got a functional living room, we've got a full equipped kitchen, and our bedroom is ready. We're ready to move in this weekend," she said, smiling. "Nervous?"
"Why would I be? We practically live together now."
"Yes, but with Harry — and Ginny. We'll be alone in here."
"Oh, I like having you alone," commented Ron with a saucy smirk.
Hermione laughed. "You do? Haven't noticed," she joked. "Well, should we get going, then? I need a shower, after spending so many hours buried among those dusty tomes full of old laws and regulations."
"Er — yes, it's just — well, I wanted to show you something first," he said, now feeling a bit nervous.
Hermione gave him a blank stare. "Show me what?"
"Well, you see, I've been thinking about giving you a gift …"
"A gift? Oh, Ron, you needn't!"
"I know, but I wanted to, to congratulate you on getting the job at the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures — not that it was a surprise, mind you, I knew it was yours since Tawttings offered you an interview back at Slughorn's party. But you got quite a high position in the Department, and you deserve a gift."
"But you already took me out to dinner," she replied. "And the gift you gave me afterwards in your room at the flat was quite amazing, I must say," she added, smiling brightly.
"I know, but I really wanted to give you something else. It's the first time I've really got money of my own, and I wanted to do something nice for you."
She looked at him with adoration. "Ron …"
He took a deep breath. "Come with me," he said, grasping her hand. She followed him to the door of the study and then he faced her. "Go in," he told her, nodding towards the door.
"The study?"
"The gift it's in there. I hope you like it."
Hermione frowned at him, confused, and then opened the door. She was about to enter when she let out a loud gasp and froze on the spot.
"Ron! What — what's this?" she asked, her mouth hanging open as she took in the room.
"I know we talked about turning this room into a study, but we both know it'll be you the one working here ninety percent of the time, and I wanted you to have a space — not just for yourself, mind you, but where you could have some quiet and read while having tea or a hot chocolate. So, while I was at Wizardrobes yesterday morning, I bought the rug for the floor, the desk, the desk chair, the armchair, and all the shelves. You love libraries, and this is our home. It felt wrong for you not to have one completely ready before moving in."
Hermione walked in, very slowly, and looked all around.
"I know it still looks a bit naked, with the shelves mostly empty, though I purchased a few books I know you wanted and others they recommended to put something in them."
Slowly, as if in a daze, Hermione approached the only shelf that had some books and touched their spines absent-mindedly. Then moved towards the armchair, her eyes darting to the small fireplace nestled in the corner between the East wall and the one that separated this room from the small loo, still in awe.
"Sit on it," said Ron, trying to sound sure of himself, though her lack of words was making him start to sweat.
Hermione turned towards him.
"What?"
"The armchair. Sit on it."
She did as asked.
"Comfortable?"
"Merlin, Ron!" she exclaimed, her gaping at him. "It's amazing … even better than the ones in the living room!"
"Tap the right arm quickly three times and lift your feet."
Hermione did that, and then let out a squeal when she felt something against her ankles. Lifting her legs up, she looked down, at the extension that had come from under the seat, which had some kind of pillow where one could rest their feet. She did just that, and the back of the couch reclined a bit.
Her entire face lit up in delight. "Ron, this is fantastic!"
Ron smiled. "It is, innit? And as you're a witch you don't even have to get up to grab another book if you finish the one you're reading or want to read something else."
"And if I want a tea, a coffee, or a hot chocolate?" she asked, amused. "Don't tell me I can tap this armchair and it'll gave me one."
Ron laughed at that. "That'd be amazing, but no. If you want a hot drink, Love … Well, you've got a loving boyfriend that would happily bring it to you."
She stared at him in such a way it sent shivers down his spine, then got up and approached him.
"So — you like it?" he inquired. "I tried to put myself on your shoes and choose something you'd love, and asked that saleswoman for advice so everything would match, but we can change anything if you —" he was shut up when she leaned up and pressed her mouth against his, her arms entwining behind his neck. Shocked, Ron remained still for a moment, then closed his eyes and responded to the kiss eagerly, his hands finding their place on her hips.
"Ron, this is — this is amazing. I absolutely love it. The colour, the rug, the desk, the armchair … Everything's perfect. Even the books, I love them. I — I don't know what to say," she declared, her voice full of emotion.
"You needn't say anything; if you like it, it's enough."
"I love it. And I love you. I love you so much, Ron. But you didn't have to do this. It must have cost you a lot."
He shrugged. "Well, I have a lot saved from all these months working, and well, we don't need a mortgage or anything so it's okay. You really like it?"
"This is the most amazing gift anyone has ever given me, Ron. I's incredible. You're the best boyfriend in the world, and I love you so, so much."
Ron grinned, the nervousness finally disappearing. "I'm so glad you like it. I — I know that living together is hard, and I want this to work. I want you to have a place where you can be on your own whenever you get tired of me," he said, half-joking, half-serious.
"I'd never get tired of you," she replied softly, her hands playing with the hairs on his nape, something that made his entire body tingle.
"Wait a couple of weeks," he joked, and she laughed. But then she kissed him again, passionately. Ron responded eagerly, getting lost in her taste and smell. He started caressing her, his hands moving to her slim waist and to the slope of her ass. Hermione moaned into his mouth and pressed herself more firmly against him, causing his cock to stir. After a bit, she slowed down and moved a bit away, pulling on his bottom lip with her teeth.
"Hermione …"
Giving him a saucy smile, her hands slid down his chest until they stopped on the button of his trousers, which she began to undo. Then pulled them down as she knelt on the rug.
He stared at her open-mouthed. "Hermione, you haven't got to do this. I wasn't expecting anything for —"
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Ron?" she asked, cutting him in, as she began to caress his bulge over his pants.
"Well, yeah, but —"
"Good, because I want to suck it. Like really, really badly," she assured, her eyes fixed on his.
"Fuck," he grumbled, his resistance crumbling as she lowered his boxers and freed his hard dick, which she began to stroke.
"It looks eager," she commented, moving her eyes to his member. "But, of course, when is it not?"
"Never, when you're near," he muttered hoarsely, watching her.
"That's what I like to hear," she added, and then, without more preambles, swallowed half his pole, closing her lips around him. Ron moaned loudly when he felt her delicious, hot, wet mouth enclose him, his dick massaged by the tight seal of her lips. She took a moment to savour him, his tongue playing with his little slit, and then began to bob her head, her hand moving to cup and knead his balls while she grasped his bum with the other.
"Oh, fuck, yes …" he muttered, his hands moving to her head, which he caressed.
"Mmmmh."
"Aaah, Hermione, shit, you're so good at this … Keep going … Don't stop …"
She moaned again and sped up, taking more of him and sucking harder when retreating. Ron felt his own knees go weak under her expert ministrations. He tried to let her work, but, eventually, couldn't help but start moving his hips a bit, thrusting slightly into her mouth. She hummed in approval and her grasp on his bum tightened, which he took as encouragement. So, he began to thrust a bit more, making his dick enter her tight throat. She took it in stride and sucked harder, applying even more suction when they both pulled away.
"Mmmh, Ron …" she said, making a pause and using her hand to stroke it, aided by all the saliva she had left on the shaft. "More?"
"Fuck, yes! Yes!"
She took him into her mouth once more and this time put all her skills to work, reducing Ron to a moaning mess in barely half a minute.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione, fuck! Oh, Merlin, you're so bloody good at this! Shit, you're gonna make me cum!"
His words only made her moan and purr around him and took him deeper, her tongue and lips working perfectly to bring him to climax. It was obvious she wanted him to cum in her mouth and throat, and who was him to disappoint?
So, when he felt the signs of an imminent, strong orgasm, he didn't make any effort to hold back and just rocked his hips more, almost fucking her mouth.
"Fuck, just there, Hermione … Shit, I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum!"
"Mmmmh, 'om …"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione, here —! Aaah, FUCK!" he shouted as he exploded deep in her mouth. She moaned again and swallowed hard around him, her throat massaging him as if milking him for every drop he had. Ron groaned as he spilled abundantly, his head thrown back in absolute pleasure.
When it finally stopped, he let himself stay still while Hermione kept sucking and licking him.
Eventually, she let it slip out of her mouth and looked up, smiling radiantly.
"Tasty, Ron."
"Holy fuck, Hermione …"
"Good?"
"Amazing …"
She got up and kissed him. He responded with gusto, tasting himself in her mouth. His hands moved to her ass, groping her eagerly, his cock regaining completely hardness.
"I see you've got more in you," she said, slightly breathless, upon breaking the kiss.
"Of course I have."
"Good," she said, nodding, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good, because …" she trailed off as she moved away. Ron's eyes followed her to the desk. Then she turned around and sat on its border. "Because I want us to test the desk, Ron."
"Test the desk?" he asked stupidly, still dizzy after the amazing blowjob.
"I want you to fuck me good on top of it. Is that clear enough for you?"
"Holy fuck, yeah!"
Biting her lower lips, she quickly undid her robes and let them fall onto the floor, then, with a flourish of her wand, she got rid of her blouse and skirt, revealing the simple black underwear she was wearing. "I think you can take care of the rest, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," he nodded, giving her a predatory smile. "That's my specialty, didn't you know?"
"Prove it," she said, and then lay down on top of the desk, spreading her legs and letting them hang over the border.
Ron took the rest of his clothes off and then was between them in no time. He put his hands on her smooth thighs, caressing her skin while his lustful eyes roamed over every inch of her delicious body. Hermione stared at him, her mouth slightly open, her own hands caressing her stomach. Ron pressed himself against the desk and she lifter her legs a bit, sliding her feet up his legs. Ron moved his hands to her sides and then to her tits, squeezing them over her bra. He played with them for a bit, making her moan and squirm, and then left them, sliding down her flat stomach. He spread his hands over her, his thumbs getting under the waistband of her panties and touching her pubic hair, but without going lower, something he knew would arouse (and frustrate her).
"You say your specialty is getting me naked, yet my best parts are still covered, Ron …" she taunted.
"Oh, I know. But you see, the rest of you is amazing as well …"
"Ron, I want to be ravaged on this desk, not teased," she whined.
He smiled and then bent over, lowering his face until his lips touched her stomach. He felt her draw her breath and smirked, savouring the unique taste of her skin he loved so much. He moved around, peppering her with kisses until he reached her panties. Caressing her thighs, he moved over them, kissing her mound. Hermione moaned and tried to buck her hips, seeking more contact.
The fabric was already damp, and her taste and scent drove Ron wild. He straightened up quickly and, giving her a feral look, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her towards him until she was sitting.
"Ro—?"
Before she could finish, he claimed her mouth, snogging her fervently. His hands went straight to the clasp of her bra. He undid it quickly and then, still kissing her, pushed the straps down. Pulling away, he looked down and let the bra fall onto her lap. His eyes focused on her juicy, large tits, and claimed them with his hands, kneading hungrily.
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot, Hermione, you drive me crazy …" He grabbed her right hand and took it to his crotch, forcing her to cup his dick. "This is what you do to me. All the fucking time."
Hermione moaned. "Ron …"
He kissed her again, hungrily, desperately, as if he hadn't been with her this way in weeks instead of just two days. Hermione wasn't less eager, giving as much as she was receiving, her hand still stroking his cock leisurely while the other held onto his shoulder.
After almost a minute, the need of air forced them to pull apart. Only for a second, though, because after taking a deep breath, he kissed her again. Only this time he pushed, forcing her to lay back down. Then he moved his mouth to her tits, sucking on them with the same fervour, his hand squeezing the other. After switching between both mounds a couple of times, he moved his hands to her hips and hooked his fingers around the waistband of her knickers. She looked at him, looking flustered and excited.
"Please, Ron."
Almost forcefully and with little finesse, he yanked them down her legs, throwing them away. Then pushed her legs apart again and focused his gaze on her swollen, glistening pussy.
"Fuck, I'll never tire of seeing your sexy pussy, Hermione …"
"Ron, please …" she whimpered, her hips bucking on their own accord.
Looping his arms around her thighs, he dove into her snatch and began to eat her like a man starved.
"Oh, gods! Ohhhh … Oh, yes, yes …"
After shoving his tongue deep into her cunt, he moved to her clit and began to feast on it, sucking and lapping greedily. She looked so good and hot, spread this way and completely naked over the desk, squirming and bucking her hips as she moaned and whimpered in pure pleasure. Ron couldn't wait to take her, so he applied himself to the task of making her come undone. Releasing her left thigh, he pushed a couple of fingers into her pussy and began to finger-fuck her rapidly, making sure to touch the small bundle of nervers as he sucked.
She arched her back, squealing in ecstasy and her hand went to his head, pushing him more into her.
"Gods, Ron! Rooooon! Fuck, Roooooon!"
Would he ever get tired of hearing her scream his name as she came?
He didn't believe so.
He kept sucking and fingering her as her body was overwhelmed by her orgasm, making it longer and stronger, until she was too sensitive to stand it and pushed him away.
"Oh — gods," she panted, her chest heaving.
Ron looked at her, smirking, and licked his lips wantonly. "Your pussy tastes so fucking good."
She fixed her eyes, darkened with desire, in his, and, for a moment, they just stared, lost in the other.
"Fuck me," demanded Hermione.
"Gladly," he said. Grabbing her by her waist, he positioned her so her bum was at the border and put his legs over his shoulder. Though he hadn't thought about that when he had chosen it, the desk had the perfect height, allowing him to align his dick to the entrance of her pussy without having to bend his legs. He watched his tip slip between her folds and then looked again at her face.
Then he pushed, hard, burying himself completely in her. Her eyes snapped shut for a moment while her mouth opened in a soft, yet incredibly arousal moan.
"Fuck, you feel so bloody good … How can you feel this good every time, Hermione?"
"I don't know, Ron, but you feel amazing inside me as well … stretching me … fucking me …"
"Merlin, yeah …"
Holding onto her hips, he began to thrust fast and hard, his upper thighs and balls slapping against her ass and making the most arousing sounds. Hermione moved her own hands to her tits and began to touch herself, sometimes kneading, sometimes pinching her nipples. Ron's cock got harder and he went faster and rougher, intent on claiming her completely.
Ron had told her this was a place where she could have some peace and quiet, yet right now the entire room was filled with their loud moans and the noise of flesh hitting flesh and the squelching sounds of his cock filling her pussy over and over again.
"Merlin's balls, you feel so good, Hermione! Fuck, I love you, I love your body, I — I love your wet, tight pussy! No matter how many times I have you it'll never be enough! Never! Unghhh, fuck!"
"Never! Never, Ron! Gods, keep going! Do it hard like that, it feels amazing! Oh, gods, gods, I'm going to cum again!"
"Yeah, cum for me," he demanded, his voice strained as he kept fucking her hard and deep. "Cum for me, cum around my cock!"
"Oh, gods!"
Ron grunted and looked down, watching his glistening dick go in and out of her pussy, an image that never got old. Grabbing her thighs tightly against him, he moved faster, making sure he went as deep as possible every time. Hermione arched her back, her tits jiggling deliciously, and tried to clutch the surface of the desk as if it were the sheets of a bed. She had her eyes closed, lost in her own world of pleasure.
Fuck, she looked amazing.
"Cum for me. Cum now!"
She snapped her eyes open as her body seized, her pussy gripping his cock tightly. "Oh, gods, Ron! Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, I'm cumming again! Oh, gods, yes, yes, yes, Ron! Yes!"
Ron kept pounding her, working against the fantastic tightness of her cunt as he watched her trash and writhe. It was so sexy, and she felt so good he could have easily joined her in climax. However, he forced himself to hold back.
Finally, spent, Hermione's body sagged. She closed her eyes and spread her arms as she panted. Ron watched the way her tits jiggled with her breathing and licked his lips, feeling his cock twitch inside her still spasming cunt.
"You didn't finish," she said after a few moments.
"No."
She opened her eyes slowly. "I want you to finish, Ron. I want you to cum inside me."
"Oh, I will," he assured. "But I since the first day I saw you at your office, I've wanted to bend you over a desk, you know …"
She raised an eyebrow. "You're such a pervert …"
"I know."
She moved her legs and put her right foot on his chest, then pushed, forcing him to take a couple of steps back, his cock slipping out of her heavenly hole.
"Hey, now you're satisfied you discard me like a used handkerchief?"
Her only response was a seductive smirk. Then, she got up, flaunting her body, and, giving him one last sultry look, turned around and bent over the desk, offering him her rounded, perfect ass, a sight that caused Ron's mouth to water.
"Holy fuck," he muttered, swallowing and licking his lips as his cock throbbed. He contemplated the scene before him for a moment, until his own raging libido took control and forced him to move forwards. His hands cupped those amazing cheeks, squeezing the delicious flesh with relish. Clenching his teeth and baring them in an animalistic way, he moved his hands up her back and to her shoulders, which he massaged. Using his feet, he pushed her legs more apart and then grabbed her strongly by her hips, positioning his cock at her wet, ready hole.
"Gonna fuck you so hard over this desk, 'Ermione," he grunted. "I'm going to pound your tight, juicy pussy until it's overflowing with my spunk …"
"Mmmh, yes …"
Ron savoured the anticipation for a second, his thumbs moving over her cheeks, and then thrust hard, burying his cock to the hilt and causing his hips slam against her ass, which rippled deliciously.
"Fuck, yeah! Merlin, I love fucking you from behind, your ass looks amazing and your pussy feels so wonderfully tight …" He retreated and thrust again, harder than before and making her whimper. It only excited him more, and began to pump hard and fast.
Hermione grabbed the other side of the desk, sticking her bum back to receive his thrusts. Ron began to caress and squeeze her ass, waist and back as he pounded into her pussy from fervour.
"Yes, Ron, yes! Do it hard like that!"
"Fuck, yeah! Ugh, Hermione, you feel so bloody good and your ass is so sexy! Fuuuuck!" he shouted, giving her a particularly hard thrust that pushed her against the desk. She squealed, but Ron didn't relent and kept fucking her mercilessly, seeking his own release. His thrust became erratic and wild as his cock throbbed, ready to shoot.
"Gods, Ron, you're so deep in me! So deep! Gods, gods, gods!"
"Yeah! Deep! I love being deep in your tight cunt, Hermione! Fuck, I'm gonna, cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm — Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuck, yes, yes, yessssss!" he roared as he exploded powerfully inside her, his cock filling her with strand after strand of cum. He kept thrusting, trying to go deeper than what was physically possible, until he had nothing more to give, and then fell over her sweaty back, panting. "Fuck, Hermione …" he sighed, blissfully spent. He kissed her between her shoulder blades. "I didn't expect this, but fuck, it was amazing."
She let out a soft giggle and turned her face so they could share a kiss. Reluctantly, but knowing she probably wasn't very comfortable pressed against the border of the desk, he got off her and lay on her back next to her. She rolled over as well and grasped his hand in hers.
"It was," she agreed. "Merlin, how am I supposed to work on this desk now, after the way we used it?" she asked, and Ron laughed.
"You'll find the way," he assured. "But if you get all hot and bothered remembering this, I can assist with that — just so you can continue working, of course."
"Oh, how considerate of you!" she exclaimed in mock admiration.
Ron smiled smugly. "What can I say? I'm selfless like that."
Hermione laughed and then shifted so she was partially resting on his chest, facing him. "You were rather passionate today," she commented. "Not that you aren't other times, but you seemed more … eager, in a way."
"Well, I told you, I've wanted to bend you over your desk since the first time I saw you at your office, looking so focused and sexy as you revised all those old parchments."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, then shook her head. "Only you could find that sexy."
Ron moved his right hand to her side, caressing it down to her hip. "Hermione, how long it's going to take for you to realise I find everything you do sexy?"
She looked at him tenderly and kissed him, softly and lovingly.
"By the way," she said when she moved away, "You've already taken me on a desk, in my room at my parent's house and during out stay in Australia."
"Yeah, but this is different. In Australia we were in a hotel, and at your parent's it's the desk where you studied as a child. This is, I dunno — more grown up?"
She laughed again, shaking her head. "You're completely insane, do you know that?"
He shrugged, grinning.
"But I hope you never change," she added, and kissed him again. After a long, though slow kiss, she finally got to her feet, stretching her body and giving Ron a fantastic view. "We should get going. I needed a shower before, but now it's a vital necessity," she said as she gathered her clothes.
"Well, this has been our first shag in our own home, and it was bloody brilliant. What if instead of going to the flat we try the shower next? It's quite big and we'll be quite comfortable, I think …"
She laughed. "Good try, Ron, but we haven't got towels, soap or shampoo here yet. And neither do we have clean clothes for afterwards." He nodded, though his face fell a bit. It would have been nice to share a shower with her here, even if they didn't do anything but wash themselves, as that was something they couldn't do at his and Harry's flat, because the stupid git had put a ban on such activities. "But don't worry, I'm looking forwards to try every room once we move in this weekend," she added, causing his face to split into a wide grin.
"Love, that sounds amazing. Something to look forward after all the work of packing and unpacking things."
"Exactly," she said. They finished dressing, and Hermione approached the desk, casting a Cleaning Charm on it. "You chose well, by the way," she commented, turning her head to look at Ron, who furrowed his brows, confused. "The desk, I mean. Great choice." She palmed its surface. "Sturdy and resistant, perfect for hard work."
At this, Ron dissolved into fits of laughter. "Well, that's what it's for, isn't it?" he said when he was able to talk again. "Loads and loads for hard work."
Well, I hope you liked it!
And who knows? Maybe I could add another one-shot detailing how they got together, as that's not covered in the main story. Of course, there wouldn't be smut in it, but still.
Would you be interested?