First of all, sorry for the delay. I've been ill this past week — not coronavirus! — and so I wasn't in the state or the mood to care about fanfiction. But now I'm recovered, so here is the promised chapter.

This one is, I think, the shortest of them all, but I hope you like it and it is a good starter to what is coming.

Well, nobody replied to my challenge explicitly, though honouraryweasley wrote a bossy!Hermione fic in ('Hands-on learning') that I really liked, so, I'll post a new challenge (though, of course, you're free to write a dominant!Hermione fic if you want!)

Besides, after the weekend, I'll publish another short story, so stay tuned for it!

Chapter 2

Taste

"Bloody Snape," Ron complained angrily. "Thirty inches of parchment on the Cruciatus Curse?" he asked, and then snorted. "The spell is Crucio and it hurts like hell. How can you make thirty fucking inches of that?"

"Ron!" Hermione reprimanded him, a scowl on her face. "Language! There are first and second years around!"

"They're used to my swearing, Hermione."

"Exactly!" she continued, her frown deepening. "And in case you'd forgotten it, you're a prefect!"

"I know I am," he said, trying to look sorrowful, even though he didn't regret it, not really. Beside him, Harry smirked, silently conveying how smitten with Hermione he was, because he wouldn't have tried to look ashamed of setting a bad example before being with her. He fought the desire to show him the finger, and instead groaned once more. "Really, Hermione, thirty inches! It's simply ridiculous!"

"I wrote forty."

"WHAT!?"

"I'd say that 'hurts like hell' doesn't really cover it," Harry intervened, his smile now gone, and Ron remembered then that his friend had suffered it, and at the hands of You-know-who no less.

"Oh, yeah, right," he said sheepishly. "But — well, I haven't experienced it, haven't I? Not that I want to!" he added quickly, seeing Harry's disbelieving stare and frown. "I mean we can't be expected to know how it feels."

"There are lots of things you can write about," Hermione explained calmly. "You could start with a preface about classical torture methods before the Cruciatus was invented in the fifteenth century. Then about the invention itself — how it works, its worst consequences, means to avoid and block it or to counteract its effects if you can't …" she listed.

"But none of those things are in the book!" he protested.

"Of course not," she said matter-of-factly. "If you just had to copy what the book says what would be the purpose of the essay? You've got to research. You can get more facts from A History of Magic, and a deep study of it in this book I took from the library this morning," she added, pushing a rather heavy volume towards him. Surely she didn't expect him to read that?

"This book has to be a thousand pages!" he protested.

"A thousand and two hundred six, to be exact," she specified.

"Bloody hell!"

"You haven't got to read the entire book," said Hermione softly. "Just chapter sixteen."

Ron groaned. "It'll be Easter in less than a week. Can't it wait?"

Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You're telling me you'd rather spend the holidays reading it, instead of today?" she asked in disbelief.

Ron grunted noncommittally. Damn, she knows me too well.

"Besides," Hermione continued, "the exams are getting closer and I assure you we'll have enough work to do. I talked to Katie the other day and she told me that if we wanted to enjoy the holidays at all, we should get as much work done as possible before."

"Great," he muttered. After all, he and Harry had been done loads of work to keep pace with Hermione. On one hand, he felt that he couldn't deny her anything. On the other, she knew how to repay him for his work. It had been just a week and a half since that night they had made each other cum for the first time, and things between them had got pretty hot and heavy. They had been getting each other off at least once a day, and Hermione seemed to like doing that to him almost as much as she loved getting it done to her. Ron felt his cock begin to stir at the memory of how Hermione had made him cum three times the night before.

"I know it's not easy," she said, looking at him lovingly. "But you know, the harder the work, the better you feel after having done it."

"I suppose," he said noncommittally. He saw Harry smirk again, knowing that he was thinking that, a few months before, he would have let out a rude retort to her. He suppressed the sudden desire to show him the finger.

"Besides," continued Hermione, and Ron was surprised to see she was blushing. "I sort of expected that — well …"

"What?" Ron pressed, looking at her inquisitively.

"That maybe you'd want to come with me."

Oh, I'd love to come with you, but I don't think you're talking about sex right now — or are you?

"Come with you? Where?"

"To my house."

"What!?" he exclaimed, shocked. "You mean — your parents'? For — for the Easter holidays?"

"Yes," she nodded, blushing even more. "My parents have asked me a lot of times why you never come to visit. And now that they know we're together, well … they've told me to invite you."

Ron's eyes moved towards Harry, who seemed to be trying to blend with the table, and then looked at Hermione again.

"But, you mean — just me and you?"

"You and me," she corrected. "And — well, Harry could come too, of course, I —"

"Thanks, Hermione," Harry piped in, "but I think I'll pass. This sounds pretty uncomfortable, you know. I'll let you enjoy it yourselves."

"Harry …" Hermione said, obviously feeling bad. "Sorry, I —"

"It's OK," Harry assured, smiling at her. "I'm sure I can visit you another time, when your parents are done with Ron," he said, and smirked at his best friend, who felt a sudden wave of panic course his body.

"Done with me?" he asked, suddenly afraid. "What — what do you mean?"

"Don't worry, Ron. You already know my parents. They love you and your family."

Harry looked at his friends in turns and then began gathering his things. "I think I'll let you discuss this in private. I'll be upstairs," he told Ron. "Goodnight."

"Wait!" Ron said before Harry could move. "You — you're not mad, aren't you?"

Harry almost laughed. "Of course not. I'd be more worried about me if I were you. Good night.

"Oi! What does that mean?" he turned towards Hermione, now terrified. "Why did he say that?" he asked her. The sudden image of Hermione's father pointing at him one of those guns Muggles used made his blood run cold in his veins. "You — you sure this is a good idea?" he asked her. "Maybe — maybe we shouldn't leave Harry alone …" he trailed off.

Hermione was staring at him, and he saw disappointment and sadness creeping up her face. She looked around. "Can we talk about this in private?" she asked in a low voice.

"I suppose," he said, trying to swallow the sudden lump in his throat.

They picked up their things, put them in a corner and left the common room. They walked together in an uncomfortable silence. Once they reached the classroom they used for their private times, they went in and Hermione Imperturbed the door and soundproofed it. She turned towards him.

"You don't want to come?" she asked, and Ron noticed she was trying not to sound disappointed, though not doing a good job.

"It's —" he said, trying to find the words.

"My parents like you," she said again.

"When I was just your friend," he said, feeling his ears turn pink. Fuck, he hated looking vulnerable and pathetic in front of her. How could he told her that he feared that, though her parents seemed to like him and his family, they might consider him, a foul-mouthed, lazy git and mediocre student at best, a poor candidate for their brilliant only daughter.

"You've never been just my friend," she blurted own, and, realising what she had said, looked away, blushing fiercely.

"Oh," he said, lost at words.

"My parents have known that I fancy you for a long time, Ron," she explained calmly. "They went to University in the seventies and they're very liberal, you know. They trust me completely. You've got nothing to worry about."

"It's just that I met them when we were friends," he explained sheepishly. "But now I'm locking myself with you in abandoned classrooms and touching you and cumming all over your panties and your hands and —"

"Well, I haven't given them such details," she said, smiling. Ron felt a wave of desire devour him. She looked so sexy with her flushed cheeks …

"So you really want me to go with you? To your house?"

She nodded quickly. "I'd love it. I've been part of your world for six years, Ron."

"It's your world too."

"I know. What I mean is that the Muggle world is also my world. It's part of me, and I want you to know that part of me, too."

"I'll go," he said suddenly, and Hermione's face lit up.

"You will?"

"You've been at my house lots of times. I want to know the place you grew up in. I want to know everything about you."

"Ron …" she half-moaned, causing an immediate stir in his loins. She approached him and lift a hand to caress his face adoringly, beaming at him.

"I love you," he said, unable to refrain himself. Merlin, he was really screwed, wasn't he?

"I love you too," she said. "So much," she added and then kissed him. He responded immediately, turning the kiss into a full snog. His hands began to roam her body: her shoulders, her arms, her back and finally her ass. When his hands squeezed her delicious buttocks, she moaned and shoved her tongue in his mouth. His cock was already iron-hard.

He pressed her against him, making her feel it, which elicited more of those delicate moans that made his hairs stand on end. Her hands began roaming his chest and back until they reached his arse. She gave him a playful squeeze.

"I love your bum," she said softly. He could feel the air coming from her mouth in his lips, making him tingle all over. Fuck, he could shag her all night long and not get tired of it.

"Not as much as I love yours," he said, squeezing her again.

"You're hard," she stated, her eyes, now full of lust, fixed on hers.

"I'm always hard when I'm with you," he said boldly. Gone were his doubts about deserving her. When it came to this part of their relationship, he knew he was more than adequate.

"Good," she nodded, smiling huskily. She moved backwards, away from him, her eyes still fixed on his, until she reached the teachers desk. She took off her robes, put her hands on the surface and hopped onto the desk. "Come here, Ron."

He was upon her in four long strides, and she opened her legs to give him space. They put their arms around each other and a moment later were snogging again, their mouths and tongues moving with unrestrained passion, as if they were trying to devour each other, to mix their bodies into one. Ron began grinding his cock into her, feeling her do the same. He could feel her breasts against his chest, those breasts that drove him mad and had touched but never seen …

Slowly, he began sliding his hands up and down her ribcage, the tips of his fingers grazing her boobs slightly. And finally, when his mouth left hers to move onto her neck, making her moan loudly, he put his hands on her tits and squeezed.

"Oh, Ron …"

"Fuck, Hermione, you've got such fantastic tits," he blurted out amongst kisses, though he couldn't really feel them due to her shirt and the bra she wore underneath.

"Want to — see them?" she asked between pants.

"Holy shit, yes!" he responded, delightfully surprised.

Hermione moved her hands from his ass to her shirt and began unbuttoning it, her eyes locked on his. Ron tried to hold her gaze, but the slow movement of her fingers made it impossible, and he lowered his eyes so see the skin being revealed. As she undid the last buttons, he was treated with the alluring vision of her cleavage. She was wearing a white bra with a fine band of lace on top of it, and it pushed her more than satisfactory tits together deliciously. He could barely refrain from burying his face between them.

"Fuck, Hermione …" he groaned when she finished and parted her shit, revealing herself to him.

"Do you — do you like them?" she asked, unsure. "I know Lavender's are bigger —"

"Don't" he said suddenly, interrupting her. His eyes still fixed on her breasts, he lifted his hands slowly and covered them, giving them a soft squeeze. "They're fucking awesome, Hermione. Not just because they're wonderful by themselves, but because they're yours," he said, and she smiled at him. He gave them a new squeeze, a bit harder than the first one, and she moaned.

"Oh, Ron …"

"Do you like this, love?" he asked huskily. He began to knead her breasts, softly but decidedly. "Do you like me touching your tits?"

"Yes," she answered, her voice laced with barely restrained passion. "Oh, yes. Touch me more, Ron."

He got closer to her and kissed her full on the mouth, resuming their previous snog, his hands moving non-stop over her brilliant tits.

"You feel so good, Hermione," he moaned. "I think I've been dreaming about your tits since I saw you in that dress at the Yule Ball."

"Mmmh, Ron, your hands … They're —"

"They what?" he asked, leaving a trail of kisses from her mouth to her neck.

"They're so good. They make me feel so good."

"Your tits make me feel good," he said, and ground against her for emphasis, so she could feel his hard cock.

"Your hands make me wet," she blurted out.

"Fuck!" he swore, retreating a bit and looking into her beautiful brown eyes. "Want me to make you come?"

"Yes, please," she begged, her beautiful, lust-filled eyes fixed on his, and he almost felt his blood boil.

He kissed her again, hard, making both of them moan. After a minute, he moved down her jaw, her neck and to the top of her tits. He squeezed them a bit harder, and slid his tongue between them, making her whimper in pleasure and need.

"Oh, Ron …"

"I wanna suck them," he confessed, his voice husky. "I wanna suck your nipples, Hermione. You'll love it, I promise."

"Yes, oh, yes, yes!" she practically begged, unable to resist his words.

He moved his hands to her back and unsnapped the clasp of her bra. Immediately, Hermione slid her shirt down her arms and then lowered the straps. Her bra fell down, revealing herself to him.

"Holy bloody fuck," he said. "Merlin, Hermione …"

"Touch them, Ron. Touch me, please."

Ron's hand flew back to them, kneading and squeezing them and making her moan continuously. They felt incredible, so firm and full in his large hands, better than any dream he could have.

"They're perfect, Hermione," he said. "You're perfect." And then lowered his head and took her right nipple into his mouth.

The moment he sucked on it, Hermione let out a loud groan of pleasure that almost made him cum on the spot. Spurred on by it, he kept sucking, licking and kneading her soft flesh, crazy with desire for her. With her eyes closed, Hermione pushed her chest forwards, indicating how much she loved what he was doing and that she wanted even more.

Ron sucked and sucked, trying to devour each tit entirely, the only problem being that, due to his height, he was bent down and he couldn't feel her grinding against his cock. It was obvious that she wanted him to touch her, and he was dying to do so … or more.

"Ron … Ron, please …"

"What, love?" he asked, sliding his tongue all over her. Her tits were wet with his saliva, and he loved it.

"I need … I need —"

"What?"

"Touch me, please. Touch me."

"I'm touching you," he said, squeezing her tits harder, while he moved her mouth up to meet hers once more.

"My …" she said hesitantly. Ron kissed her again, hard, leaving her breathless, and at the same time moved his thumbs over her nipples in a circular motion. They were hard as rock. "D-down there," she said once he freed her mouth, her eyes full of lust and desire. "Please, Ron, rub me. Make me come."

"I love it when you talk dirty," he said, though slightly disappointed that she hadn't said the word he wanted to hear from her mouth. He descended once more to her tits and began to suck on them. At the same time, he moved one of his hands downwards, reaching under her skirt and brushing against her panties, finding her completely soaked. "Fuck, you're so wet," he said.

"Yes," she moaned. Ron sucked hard again and pressed his thumb against her clit. "Ooooh, Ron! Yes! Yes! Touch me, please, touch me!"

"I plan on doing much more than that," he said, kneeling on the floor and kissing down her flat belly. "I want to know if your pussy is as sweet as your tits."

"Eh?" she asked, unsure, and opened her eyes to look down at him. "Ron …?"

"Trust me, love," he said, moving his fingers against her and making her gasp in pleasure. "You'll love it."

"O-okay," she said, relenting. Ron pinched one of her nipples and she let out a throaty moan, closing her eyes again. She parted her legs wider.

Slowly, Ron moved his hands to her skirt while peppering her stomach with kisses. He delved his tongue into her bellybutton and lifted her skirt. Hermione lifted her bum off the desk to help him. With her skirt bunched around her waist and her matching panties on display, Ron looked at her for a moment, revelling in her beauty, in how sexy she was without trying to be. Then, he grabbed the waistline of her panties and pushed them down, revealing for the first time her beautiful pussy to him.

"Fuck," he hissed, enthralled. It looked simply delicious, covered in short brown curls. "You've got the prettiest pussy, Hermione," he said, and she blushed, self-conscious all of a sudden. "Get back onto the desk," he ordered, and, after a brief moment of hesitation, she did. Ron slid her panties down her legs and took them off, caressing them in his hands, relishing the soft cotton and the wetness that covered them. He left the panties on the floor and took on her appearance, almost naked, with her heaving breasts and her slightly parted legs, and had to restrain himself to not pounce on her and fuck her right onto the desk.

Instead, he began to kiss her legs, going up slowly. He kissed both her knees with infinite adoration while his hands caressed her soft thighs. He looked up at her and saw her staring at him, her eyes full of desire. She parted her legs, allowing a perfect view of her cunt.

"Merlin, Hermione," he groaned, and began to kiss her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her centre. He could sense her excitation, but also her nervousness, so he went slowly, letting her getting accustomed to what he was doing. Finally, his long nose grazed her curls with the slightest of touches, and she parted her legs even further. Excited by her sweet aroma, he put her mouth above her pussy, feeling her curls touch his face, and kissed it.

"I love you," he said, and then gave her a long, slow lick along her slit.

"Oooh, Ron, Ron, Ron!" she moaned, putting her hands on his head.

"Yes, love," he said, licking her again, a bit faster, relishing in her unique, delicious taste. "Your pussy tastes so well, I could live off it, I think."

"Merlin, Ron, please, please …"

"Tell me, love."

"D-do it. L-lick me, eat me, make me come. P-please, make me come."

And Ron could resist anymore. He delved into her, licking her entire pussy over and over, letting his tongue move around her clit. She opened her legs more and pushed her head against her.

Ron kept licking her, his hands caressing her thighs, for a while. Then, he moved then to her pussy and used them to part her folds, revealing her swollen clit. He put his lips around it and sucked. Hard.

"Oh, OH, OH, ROOON! Fuuuuck!" she yelled, grinding her pussy against his face. Excited beyond reason by her taste, aroma and swearing, he sucked again, and then began to lick the clitoris with quick movements of his tongue, driving her mad with desire. After a while, he moved downwards, and, while one of his thumbs replaced his tongue on her clit, he shoved it inside her, as if trying to draw out her juices.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Ron, RON!"

"Are — you — close?" he asked between thrusts of his tongue.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please, please, please! I'm just — I'm —"

"Cum for me," he said, and swapping places with his hand, sucked on her clit and put one finger inside her, thrusting slowly but firmly.

Hermione's body began to tremble. Looking up, he saw her looked down, enthralled by the view. While they looked at each other, she moved one of her hands from his head and began to caress her own breasts.

Groaning, he began to lap at her clit at top speed, fingering her at the same time. After just a minute, he felt her convulse and her pussy contract around his finger.

"Oh, OH, GOD, GOD, RRRON! I'M COMING! I'M COMING, PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

Ron didn't. He kept sucking her clit and fingering her until the tremors of her body stopped. Unable to support her own body, she lay on the table. He took his finger out of her and then gave her a long lick, wanting to drink all her juices.

"Ah, Ron, Ron, please, I'm too sensitive, please …"

"Fuck, Hermione," he said, standing up. "You taste so fucking good." She opened her eyes to look at him, an expression of utter satisfaction on her face, and smiled. Ron put his hands on her sides and lifted her so he could kiss her. Hermione moaned against his mouth and kissed him harder, and he realised she was tasting herself on his mouth. His cock was about to explode.

"God, Ron that was — was —"

"Fucking awesome?"

"Yes. Fucking awesome," she said, making his cock twitch even more.

"Glad you liked it.

"Liked?" she repeated disbelievingly. "Promise me you'll do this to me more times."

"I'd do it every hour of every day," he confessed. "I told you, your pussy is the best thing I've got in my mouth." He looked down for a moment, feeling her tits pressed against his chest. "Closely followed by your tits and your tongue."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They kissed again, softly this time, and Ron felt her hands roam over his chest and stomach, until one of then went south and grasped his cock over his trousers.

"Mmmh, you're so hard," she moaned contentedly.

"Hard? I's surprised I haven't come in my pants."

"Good you didn't" she said, stroking him. "I want to be the one making you come."

"Fuck, yes. Please, Hermione, I'm dying here."

Her eyes fixed on his, she unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them. Then she gave him a squeeze over his pants and finally pushed them down, too, making his cock jump free. Both of them looked down, and Hermione put her right hand around him. "You're so big," she said, almost in awe. "I want to give you the same pleasure you gave me."

"Really?" he asked, realising what that meant. His cock twitched in her hand. He had wanked to the idea of her sucking him off since when? Fifth year? Four?

"Really," she said. "Although I don't know what to do."

"Believe me, love. Just take my cock in your mouth and I could cum even if you stayed still."

Hermione pushed him backwards, hopped off the desk, kissed him again and then got to her knees, her body sliding over his so her tits rubbed against his cock.

"Holy fuck, Hermione!"

"You liked that?" she asked, smirking sexily. Then she grabbed his cock and began to caress it reverently, spreading the leaking precum all over his shaft.

Merlin, Hermone," he said, thrusting his hips forwards. He wanted her to suck him. Desperately.

"What?" she asked, looking at him innocently while she kept stroking his cock.

"Suck my cock."

"Gladly," she said, and, opening her mouth, took the tip in and sucked.

"FUCK! FUCK, Hermione!" he moaned, trying with all his might not to thrust into her mouth the way he wanted.

"Mmmmh," she said, and began to move her mouth up and down, taking just two inches at first.

"Use your tongue, please, lick the head." She did as told, just lapping at first while she sucked, and then swirling her tongue around, making him shiver and swear loudly.

Ron wanted to close his eyes, but was unable to do so. The image of Hermione on her knees, with her bare tits and his cock in her mouth was too good to miss. She was staring at him, clearly enjoying what she was doing, and Ron hoped this was just the first time of many, many to come.

Hermione kept sucking, taking a bit more into her mouth, growing in confidence. She moved her free hand to his balls and began to knead them, making Ron thrust into her mouth, albeit he managed to do it very softly. Hermione didn't seem to mind, tough, because he moaned around his cock, making him twitch. He was close, so close.

"Hermione, I wanna cum," he said, almost pleadingly. "I wanna cum in your mouth, please. I wanna cum in your mouth in see you swallow it all," he added.

She gave him a long suck and then moved away, her hand still stroking him. "Then do it," she said. "Cum in my mouth, Ron."

His cock throbbed, and he put his hands on her head and directed her back to his cock. She opened her mouth and took him in, swallowing four inches before sucking very hand. Ron groaned, turned on beyond reason, and began to thrust softly. Hermione let him fuck her mouth, and sucked hard every time he retreated, caressing her balls a bit more roughly.

"Fuck, Fuck, Hermione, I'm almost there! Uuuf, almost there!" he chanted, desperate to cum. Hermione sucked even harder, taking a bit more of his cock. Ron thrust a bit harder. His cock touched the back of her throat for a moment, and that was his undoing.

"I'm cumming, Hermione!" he roared, and then his cock exploded, shooting streams of cum into her mouth. She seemed a bit surprised by the force of it, but she recovered quickly and began to swallow around him, drinking everything he had to offer, which was quite a lot. "Oh, fuck, fuck …" he panted, his hips languidly moving back and forth while he finished, his cock still leaking while Hermione kept sucking and swallowing. Finally, with a loud pop, she released him and looked up, smiling.

"How was it?" she asked, a bit nervous.

"No words," he moaned in bliss, dropping to his knees in front on her. "Fuck, I've got no words, Hermione. It was so amazing. Awesome. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said, beaming at him, clearly pleased with his praise.

"Did you — did you like it? Having me thrusting into your mouth? Swallowing my cum? Maybe I was a bit too rough for your first time?" He asked quickly and nervously. Now that his mind was getting rid of the lustful fog that had clouded it, he was fearing he had gone a bit too far. "It's just it felt amazing, and seeing that it was you doing it …

"I did like it," she nodded, and grabbed his hand to give him reassurance. "And no, you weren't too rough. It excited me, seeing you so randy. And about you finishing in my mouth … Well, not the greatest taste in the world, but it wasn't bad. There was a lot of it, though."

He smiled, relieved. "Good, 'cause I love cumming hard with you," he said, and then kissed her, noticing his own taste in her mouth.

"We should get back," she said when they broke apart. "You should write to your parents to tell you you're coming to my house, and I should tell mine."

"Why do I have to inform my parents?" he asked while they redressed. "We were going to stay at Hogwarts, after all."

"It's the right thing to do," she replied, her tone indicating that was reason enough and that there was no discussion about it.

"OK, OK," he said. "I'll send them an owl."

"But before that, remember that you've got and essay to finish," she said, looking at him pointedly. "That is, if you want to enjoy the holidays."

Ron groaned, and Hermione laughed and kissed him. "Don't worry, my lazy idiot, I'll help you."

"Really?" he asked, a bit surprised and more than delighted.

"Really. I shouldn't, but well, I won't deny that I just had the best half an hour of my entire life, so I'm in a very good mood right now," she confessed, smiling coyly at him. "But don't think you can get me to help you more just because you make me come so good, understood?" she warned, half-serious, half-joking.

He laughed. "OK, OK. Merlin, I love you, you know?" he blurted out, staring at her adoringly.

"I suspected it," she replied teasingly as, hand in hand, they exited the classroom to go back to Gryffindor tower.

Well, the new challenge is a bit more specific:

Ron and Hermione being really naughty during class.

I know there are some of those out there, but I want to read more. And the good news is that I'll publish a story for this challenge, too. It is not finished, so not until next week, but it'll be soon, anyway.

And now, the usual encouragement: come on, people! Write, write, write! And if you don't write, at least review. Reviews are the main reason authors publish stories. H/Hr stories and D/Hr stories usually have many reviews, it is no wonder R/Hr don't write that much. So encourage them! Review! Write! Give feedback! Make requests and give ideas!