Hi again!
Once more, sorry for the delay, I know this chapter should have been posted during the weekend, but the problems I had with the final chapter of The Wrong Drawer slowed me down and then these last days I just had my mind on other things.
But here it is, the longest chapter to date and a very important one, so I hope you like it. Next chapter will be published this weekend.
I'm not adding new ideas/challenges this time. After all, no one has replied to the two I've posted.
I told you, however, that I had written my own response to 'Ron and Hermione being naughty in class.' It's in revision and will be published tomorrow.
Chapter 4
Protected by Love
Ron woke up feeling someone shaking him softly.
"Wassup?" he asked, still half-asleep.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he heard Hermione's voice.
He managed to open his eyes and saw his girlfriend, who was sitting on the bed, one hand on his left shoulder.
"Hermione …?"
"Did you expect someone else?"
"I expected no one waking me up on the first day of the ho—oooh—lidaaays," he said, sitting up and yawning. He noticed that she was already dressed, in blue jeans and a white cotton jumper. "What time is it?"
"Half past nine," she answered. "Breakfast is ready, and I imagine you're hungry." She looked into his eyes. "Did you sleep well?"
"Blissfully," he answered, and grinned at her mischievously. "What about you?"
"Fine," she said, smiling back.
Hermione leaned in to kiss him on the lips and then got up. Yawning again, Ron threw the covers aside, and was about to step out of the bed when he heard Hermione gasp.
"What?" he asked, looking at her, and realised that he was almost naked and that his morning erection was clearly visible. "Oh, that …" he said, shrugging. "It usually happens in the mornings," he explained.
"It must be uncomfortable," she commented, her eyes still on his crotch, and Ron noticed a trace of lust in her voice.
"Want to take care of it?" he asked innocently.
Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at the door, which closed on its own. Then knelt before him and, before he could say anything, was pushing his pants down and taking his cock in her delicate hands.
"Fuck, Hermione!"
"You've got to be quick," she told him, her eyes fixed on his, and began to pump him, applying the pressure she knew he liked. With her other hand she began to massage his balls, making him moan in pleasure.
"Oh, Merlin …" he groaned, closing his eyes for a moment. Hermione sped up her movements, and Ron opened his eyes again, not wanting to miss the view of his girlfriend wanking him.
"Come on, Ron," she encouraged, her voice dripping with desire. "Come for me. Let it all out."
"Mmmh, yeah, Hermione. Keep going, please. I'm so close."
"Don't hold back," she whispered, going at it harder. Ron began to thrust his hips back and forth, his body tingling with pleasure.
"Ah, ah, mmmh, aah, fuck …" he moaned, his eyes fixed on hers. He began to feel the known signs of an impending release and moved his hips faster. Hermione noticed it, too, and when she saw he was about to burst, he bent forwards and took his cock in her mouth, sucking hard.
"AH, FUCK!" he swore. The sudden, delicious feeling of her hot mouth swallowing him caused him to thrust forward, hard, and to cum at once, shooting four spurts which Hermione dutifully swallowed. With a last slurping sound, she released his spent cock and got up, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Better?" she asked.
"Hermione, I don't know what I did to deserve you, seriously … Merlin's pants, you're brilliant, you know?"
"Well, it wasn't entirely selfless, what I just did," she said. "I expect you to return the favour at some point."
"Fuck, yeah! I'd do it right now, you get so wet every time you suck me …" his cock twitched again.
"Don't get yourself all worked up again," she warned him. "As tempting as the offer is, my parents are waiting for us." She leaned towards him and gave him a peck on the lips. "Don't be late," she told him before turning round and leaving, giving Ron a wonderful view of her fantastic ass.
"Luckiest sod in the whole world, I am," he muttered while he put his clothes on, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Five minutes later he walked into the kitchen, where Hermione was animatedly talking to her parents, the three of them sitting at the table.
"Good morning, Ron," said to her mum, smiling at him. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, thanks, Mrs Granger," he said politely.
"Glad to hear it. Now sit down and eat. I asked Hermione what you like, but if you prefer something else —"
"Don't worry, everything looks wonderful," he said quickly, sitting down next to Hermione, who gave him a smile.
"And please, no more 'Mrs' and 'Mr,' all right?"
"Sorry, I forgot — Jane."
"Much better."
Ron put some bacon on his plate while Hermione resumed talking, telling her parents about the school term. Ron looked at her, at the way she talked, so innocent, as if she hadn't had his cock in her mouth minutes before. The mentioned organ twitched in his pants at the memory and he tried to think about something else.
After breakfast, he offered to take care of the dishes, earning a bright smile from his girlfriend. He was no good as housekeeping spells, but Scourgify was one he had no problem getting it right, and a moment later the dishes were cleaning themselves in the sink.
"That's the same spell you did on Christmas, isn't it, dear?" her dad asked Hermione.
"Yes, it is. I learned it from Ron's mum, in fact."
"Yeah, my mother is an expert at housekeeping spells," Ron nodded. "Thank Merlin, because with us seven …"
"Yes, I imagine," Hermione's mum said.
"Well, now that you've done, do you want to go for a walk?" Hermione asked him. "I'd love to show you the neighbourhood."
"Yeah, sure," Ron nodded in agreement.
"Well, have fun then," said Hermione mum. "In the afternoon we can go to the centre and — I don't know, watch a film at the cinema or something like that. Have you ever watched a film, Ron?"
"No, never. I've been curious, though, since I heard our classmate Dean Thomas mention them."
"Good!" intervened Hermione's dad. "By the end of the week, you'll be an expert in the Muggle world, Ron."
"Dad would love that. Then he wouldn't have to pester Hermione and Harry all the time," Ron said with a grin.
"I wouldn't say he pesters us, Ron," said Hermione with a smile. "It's rather sweet, and a bit amusing, in fact. Anyway, we should get going. Ready?"
Ron nodded, and the both of them exited the house and began to walk along the street. Ron took her hand in his, earning a new bright smile from her. As they passed in front of the houses of her neighbourhood, he saw that some of the neighbours stared at them openly. Ron frowned, not understanding, but Hermione just giggled, causing Ron to stare at her in surprise.
"I suppose they're shocked," she commented with a smile. "I mean, the lonely, uptight, bookish daughter of the Grangers who's always away, walking with a boy hand in hand!"
"Why do they care?" Ron asked, still frowning.
Hermione shrugged. "It's a juicy piece of gossip, I suppose … I imagine they'd expect me to die unmarried and alone in a house full of books and cats."
"Which only proves how little they know about you," he said, suddenly angry. "There's — there's much more to you than books. And about uptight … though a bit true, they don't know your naughty side as I do," he added with a smirk. Hermione laughed and squeezed his hand.
"This feels so good," she said, a bit more serious. "I mean, I feel just — normal; a girl on a date with his boyfriend," she explained. "I think I've never felt this way before."
"Not even before knowing you were a witch?"
"I always knew there was something different about me," she told him. "And as Mum said, I never had real friends, so …" she shrugged.
Ron just squeezed her hand, not knowing what to say. A moment later, Hermione stopped, turned towards him and grabbed his other hand with her free one, looking into his eyes with a serious expression on her face.
"In a week, we'll be back at Hogwarts," she said, lowering her voice. "Then we'll have to worry again about Harry, about Voldemort —" Ron shuddered "— and about people dying." She made a pause. "But, just for this week, can — can we pretend there's not a war out there? That we're just that, two teenagers in love?"
At her mention of the war Ron looked around, feeling somewhat exposed. It was difficult to imagine a Death Eater lurking in this common Muggle neighbourhood, and yet … His mind drifted to the Burrow, protected by the most powerful defensive spells, because his family was in the Order and Harry spent lots of time there. But Hermione was one of Harry's best friends, and her parents were Muggles, and hadn't been lots of Muggle killings already? They would have to address that issue later …
"I'd love that," he agreed, smiling at her.
They began to walk again, and, along the morning, Hermione showed him the places that had meant the most to her, like her old school or her favourite bookshop. It was almost lunchtime when they were back at her house. However, before entering, Ron asked her if they could go to the backyard first.
"Yes, of course," she said, a bit confused by his serious expression, and followed him.
"I know that we agreed we would try to forget about the war," he started to say once they were in the backyard and he looked around to make sure none of her parents were near them. "But — have you thought about putting some protective enchantments around your house?" he asked her.
"Er — no, I didn't," she admitted. "I mean, when I come here it's as if — well, my parents know nothing about the war and — Oh, Merlin!" she said, covering her mouth with her hands, looking very anxious. "I never — what if —?"
"Hermione, Hermione! Calm down," he said, embracing her and pressing her against his chest. "It's okay, nothing has happened." He sighed. "I didn't mean to upset you, sorry," he added once she had calmed down a bit and moved away from him.
"No, no, you're right, Ron. I should have thought about that myself. It's just it always feels different here, as if I were in another world."
"Well, in a way you are, but I don't think that matters much right now."
"What can I do?" she asked. "I've read about some protective enchantments, of course, but I'm not sure they're strong enough. Maybe we could talk to your parents? Maybe the Order could do something?"
"I know a spell," he confessed, a bit sheepishly. "Pretty powerful. Bill used it at The Burrow."
"And you know it?"
"Well, I was there when they cast it. It is not complicated, but it's powerful because it's based on blood —"
"What!?" she asked, horrified. "Blood magic? I can't believe Bill —"
"Hermione!" Ron warned her, looking at the house. "Don't fret, it's not what you think. It's not about bleeding or hurting. I meant blood as in family, something like what protects Harry at Privet Drive, just because his aunt is his mother's sister."
"Oh. Okay, then," she said, clearly embarrassed at her own reaction. "so, tell me —how does that work?"
"You've got to be the one to do it because you're your parents' daughter. You have to cast the spell inside the property, and once you've had, only those of the same blood, or the people they trust and who have no intention of hurt them, can get in."
"So it's completely unbreakable and safe?"
"Well, not completely," Ron admitted. "Bill said it could be broken, but the power of the necessary spells would alert the Ministry, so it's the best we can do, and your parents will never know it is there."
"Good," she nodded. "Can we try it then?"
"I was thinking about tonight," he said. "We can do it in your room, once your parents are asleep."
"Yes, good idea."
"Oh, there you are," Hermione's dad said, startling them. They turned and saw him looking at them through one of the windows of the living room. "Lunch is almost ready."
"All right, Dad."
Hermione walked towards the backdoor and Ron followed her. He threw a glance at her father and noticed that he was staring at them with an odd expression on his face.
— o —
"Well, what do you think about films?" Hermione asked him, hours later, as they exited the theatre.
"Bloody brilliant!" he exclaimed, delighted.
Both Hermione and her parents laughed.
"No, seriously," Ron said, talking excitedly, "someone should invent a magical equivalent. They would become rich in a heartbeat. And it could be used to watch Quidditch matches, too. Just imagine being able to see Quidditch matches from home, without having to go to stadiums ... Much better than listening to the wireless!"
"Oh, of course you had to drag Quidditch into this," laughed Hermione, shaking her head. She looked at him fondly. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Ron."
"You can bet I am. And that fuzzy drink … What was it called?"
"Coke."
"Coke. Brilliant, too. And the popcorn. Bloody brilliant."
"Should we go back home and have dinner, then?" asked Hermione's mum.
"Yeah," nodded Ron.
"You're hungry?" Hermione asked in disbelief. "After all the popcorn you just ate?"
"You know me, don't you?" he said, looking at her. "When am I not hungry?"
Hermione just rolled her eyes in amusement.
"I'm growing," he defended himself.
"I hope not," she replied, "you're already too tall."
They returned to the Grangers', Ron asking Hermione questions about the film during the entire journey. Once there, while her parents prepared dinner, Hermione showed Ron how television worked. As they switched channels, they came across a football match and Ron asked her to leave it there.
"I want to know what the fuss is all about," he told her. "Dean is always talking about it. Do you know the rules?" he asked.
"Barely," Hermione responded, and Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Barely? Hermione Granger? Seriously?"
"Oh, shut up," she said, punching him on the shoulder playfully. "You know I'm not into sports, and neither are my parents. We prefer books to the TV, to be honest."
"Yeah, I can tell," Ron nodded, remembering the insane number of books present in the house.
They sat there for a few minutes, watching the match in silence, until Ron got tired of it.
"How boring," he complained. "Nothing happens. But you see, this is what I was referring to: we could enchant some of these tellyvisions and transmit Quidditch matches, even from all around the world. I mean, if Muggles do it without magic, with it should be easy, shouldn't it?"
"I suppose," Hermione said, shrugging. "There is a Wizarding Wireless Network, and both TV and radio transmit the signal in the same way, so it should be perfectly possible."
"That'd be amazing," said Ron, beaming. "And you know what? I'm sure you could do it, Hermione. That would be a fucking great Christmas present!"
"You think I'm going to enchant something so you can watch even more Quidditch?" she asked in disbelief. "I'd end up being alone all the time while you watch matches. I think not."
"Oh, come on! You spend lots of time with your nose in a book and I've got to stand it, haven't I? This way I'd have a distraction, too. Otherwise I'd end up pestering you until you stop reading to pay attention to me."
"Mmmh," said Hermione noncommittally, and Ron laughed, knowing she was thinking about the benefits of his idea. She switched to another channel which was emitting a news program.
"— unable to explain such a tragedy. The four members of the family were found in the living room, and sources from Scotland Yard informed there were no signs of violence, and that the bodies showed no harm. An autopsy will have to be conducted to explain these mysterious deaths. Neighbours and relatives are shocked at …"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, their previous joy forgotten. There was no need to talk. They both understood what the Muggle police didn't.
The Killing Curse.
"This is so strange," they heard Hermione's dad say behind them. They turned round and saw him staring at them and the TV in turns. "There have been loads of strange accidents and deaths these last months."
"They have?" asked Hermione, trying to look surprised.
"Yes," nodded her father. "One would think the entire country is under a bad luck curse or something …" he gasped and stared at them. "That's — that's not possible, is it?"
"Well, there are curses and jinxes that cause bad luck, but you can't use them in a whole country," explained Hermione, clearly wanting to change the subject. "Is dinner ready?"
"Yes, yes, it is," her dad said absentmindedly.
Though the cooking at Hermione's house was very different than that of his mum's, Ron enjoyed dinner a lot. Besides, after being there a day he felt more relaxed and at ease, which undoubtedly helped.
After dinner, the four of them sat in the living room, watching TV, each couple in one of the sofas. It felt really good, having Hermione there, her head on his shoulders and her body curled against his. Her parents seemed totally fine with their closeness, which couldn't make him happier.
Finally, it was bedtime and they went upstairs. Hermione's parents wished them a good night and went to their bedroom.
"Get changed and come to my room in ten minutes," whispered Hermione to him. The sound made him shiver, and he had to remind himself that they were going to protect the house, not satisfy his everlasting sexual urges. It wasn't too difficult this time: the image of the four murdered Muggles were still fixed in his brain.
"OK."
So Ron took of his clothes and put his pyjamas on, and then waited patiently next to the window, watching the deserted street and trying to remember everything Bill had explained about the enchantment. When the ten minutes had passed, he tiptoed out of his room, closing the door as silently as possible, and went in Hermione's room.
She was already in her pyjamas, sitting on her bed and looking at a book about defensive spells. Ron closed the door carefully.
"You don't need to be so stealthy," she said. "I cast a muffliato charm on this side of the corridor and a Supersensory charm on my parents' bedroom. If they open their door, we'll know. But don't worry, they've got their own bathroom, so there is no reason for them to come out."
"Good," he said, sitting beside her. Hermione put the book down and looked at him.
"Well, so you know how that spell works," she said.
"Yeah, Bill explained it to me."
"You asked him how it worked?" Hermione asked, a bit surprised.
Ron frowned at her, a bit offended. "I like to know things now and then, you know," he snapped. "I'm not completely daft."
"Oh, Ron, I didn't mean that. It's just, Bill has talked about ancient spells before and you seemed to find the matter boring."
"Well, this time I had to know how it works, as I was part of it."
"You were? How?" Hermione asked, shocked. "Why didn't you tell Harry and me that before?"
Ron shrugged. "Well, it's a bit embarrassing …"
"Embarrassing?"
"Look, just let me talk, okay? Then you can ask any questions you want."
"All right."
"When Sirius died, Dad offered Dumbledore the Burrow as headquarters, you know. Bill came one day and said we needed to put really strong protective charms around the Burrow, especially considering Harry was going to come. He said he knew an ancient spell, ancient magic, that seemed very appropriate for the situation. The spell can be cast by more than one person, and the more they do, the stronger it gets. The idea was that he and Dad cast it, but then Bill thought it better and said I should be part of it."
"Well, it makes sense, if it's stronger with more people …" Ron looked at her. "Sorry," she said quickly. "Continue, please."
"We could have used all family members, but the spell has drawbacks, you know. It takes a bit of the magic of the casters to sustain it, and they don't get it back until it is lifted or broken. And besides, the more people are part of it, more people have access to the protected property — and that's because the spell is about love. It's ancient magic, after all. Bill said that it would protect the family of the casters, and not only people that are your family because of blood, but also because of love. Bill explained that we do not only wanted to protect the family while allowing Harry to be there. We wanted to protect him actively. We wanted that magic to protect him, not just to let him come and go, you know?"
"It makes sense."
"Bill asked me if I considered Harry a brother in everything by blood, if I would give everything to protect him. It was a bit embarrassing, you know," Ron said, feeling his ears redden. "I was glad Fred and George were not there." Hermione shook her head, smiling. "I told him that yes, he was my brother and I'd do anything," Ron continued. "And he said that if that was the case, I should be part of the spell."
"Oh, Ron…" Hermione said, squeezing his hand and looking at him adoringly, making his heartbeat way faster than before.
"That's why I know how it works," Ron continued. "Bill told us that ancient magic is a form of pure magic, not shaped by incantations of spells, that there weren't a predefined set of words to pronounce. We needed to think about the people we wanted to protect, about what we would do for them, how we would feel if they were harmed or murdered and that our magic would do the rest."
"Just like that?"
"Basically. Well, the main caster has got to perform the specifics, and they would be the one to be able to lift it. Once done, the property would be protected as long as the family it intends to protect could call it home."
"So I've got to do something else to protect the house?" asked Hermione. "You know what it is, I assume."
"It's not complicated. It is just a matter of will, expressed by speaking, only the words are not in some ancient language. You can choose them, the ones that better express what you desire."
"All right," said Hermione, feeling a bit nervous, as if she were about to take a test.
"I'll guide you through it," Ron said. "Besides, I was thinking about — well, doing it with you."
"What?" Hermione asked, shocked.
Ron looked down, feeling a bit sheepish. "When I did it at the Burrow I didn't just protect Harry, you know. You were in the pack, too." He looked up at her. "You're family, Hermione. Even more now that we're together. And your parents … They've been so nice to me, and they're your parents. They're family too."
"But, you've already done this at the B-Burrow," she said, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Your magic —"
"It's only a bit, you don't really notice it is gone. Bill said you can only feel if the protection is put under stress."
"I — I don't know what to say, Ron."
"Please, Hermione, let me do this for you. I've seen you with your parents, how important they are to you, how worried you were this morning when we spoke. I want them safe."
"O-Okay," she said, and then launched herself at him and enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you, thank you," she muttered against his ear. "I love you, Ron."
"I know. I love you too," he said, and they moved away from each other. "Should we start?"
Hermione nodded.
"Good. Let's sit comfortably," Ron said. "When it's done, we'll feel really tired, so it's better if we're on the bed."
"OK."
They sat cross-legged on the mattress, their wands resting between them.
"We need to hold hands," he added, taking both of hers in his.
"Now just think about your family, about the people you love the most. Think about how this place is home, about how this is a sanctuary for your heart, about how you want it to be a safe place for it. And feel your magic, tingling, making your body alive. Think about how much you love them, Hermione, about how you'd do anything to keep them safe, to protect them, even risking your own life."
Hermione had her eyes closed, and Ron could feel something in their entangled hands, something alive coursing through their bodies and between them. Ron thought about how much he wanted her to be happy, to make sure the people she loved would suffer no harm, how he would do anything to protect her and her family, because, even though they had been going out just for a month and a half, they were his family, too. He loved Hermione, and for him, she was the future.
Between them, the wands' tips lit up, emitting a soft, warm glow that soon filled the room.
"Do you feel it, Hermione?"
"I do, I do, Ron!" she said, clearly amazed by the feeling, by the raw magic surrounding and filling them.
"Then say it, ask our magic to protect this house, with your own words. Pour your heart into it."
Hermine just stared into his eyes. Ron could see hers glimmering and full of emotion and felt a sudden desire to cry, too. The spell made him too emotional, but he didn't try to repress it. The spell needed the exact opposite, after all.
"I love my parents," she said. "I love them, and they're involved in a war they don't know of or understand. It is because of what I am, because I've got magic, that they're in danger. It is because I love Harry that they could be hurt. And so I ask my Magic — our Magic — to protect them, to protect this house, to make this a place where they cannot suffer any harm."
The moment she stopped speaking, Ron felt, for the second time in his life, something incredible warm and overwhelming take over his body. Both his body and Hermione's were alive and bright with magic, sparks flying off their combined hands. The glow surrounding them grew in intensity for a moment, and then he felt as if something was being sucked from him, draining him of his strength and energy. The glow disappeared and they both fell onto the bed, too tired to move.
"Did — did it — work?" Hermione asked in a voice so low Ron had difficulty to understand what she was saying.
"Yeah, I think so …" he muttered, feeling incredibly tired and sleepy. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, not sure if he had heard a 'thank you' from Hermione or not.
— o —
Something moved besides him, disturbing him, but he refused to open his eyes. He was so comfortable …
"Ron …?" he heard.
His eyes snapped open, and he realised he was in Hermione's room, on her bed. He sat up and looked around.
"What time is it?" he asked, feeling a bit groggy.
Hermione looked at her nightstand. "Half past two in the morning," she said. "We've slept for three hours!" she exclaimed.
"I told you, the spell leaves you very tired."
"Are you sure that it worked?" Hermione asked. Now she was completely awake, she was worrying again.
"Yeah," he assured. "Can't you feel it?" he asked her. "Our magic is ingrained in the house now. Touch anything and you'll see."
With a doubtful expression, Hermione outstretched her arm and touched the wall. Her expression changed to one of delight. "You're right, I can feel it!"
"Told you," Ron said. He yawned. "Well, I suppose I should go to bed," he said. But before he could put his feet on the floor, Hermione had launched herself at him and threw him back onto the bed, with half her body lying on his chest.
"Don't go," she told him, her voice muffled by his pyjama top.
"Hermione…?" he said, caressing her wild curls. She let out a sob. "Hermione, love, what's the matter?" he asked softly, cupping her face with his long hands and lifting it so he was able to look at her eyes, bright with tears.
Hermione let out a new sob and moved one of her hands to his face, caressing his cheek lovingly. "Thank you," she muttered. "Thank you so much, Ron, for doing this with me — for me."
"It was nothing, Hermione, really."
"Yes, it was," she replied, her eyes full of love and adoration. "I love you so much. So, so much," she said, and then kissed him, hard and passionately. For a moment, Ron just kept still, too shocked to act. But then he put his hands around her back and, pressing her upper body against his, responded with equal intensity, making her moan and causing his cock to stir.
After a bit, Hermione broke the kiss so they could breathe much needed air, but instead of moving away, she began to kiss him across his jaw and then his neck, making him hiss in pleasure.
"I want you," she muttered against his ear before biting his earlobe.
Ron's eyes opened at once.
"What?"
Hermione stopped kissing him and lifted her head to look at him, her eyes full of love and lust.
"I want you, Ron. I've never wanted anything the way I want you right now. I — I want you to — to make love to me."
Ron stared at her, his mind swirling with conflicted thoughts. His libido was roaring in delight, demanding him to just take her the way he fantasised; but on the other hand, his most caring side was telling him she was a bit distraught, and that they were in her parents' home, that they were sleeping barely fifteen yards away from them.
"Hermione …"
"I'm sure, Ron," she assured before he could protest. "I really want this. Please."
"Fuck, Hermione," he swore. Bloody hell, she was begging him to fuck her …
"Don't you want to?" she asked. "I see it in your eyes, the way you look at me. I know you want to — to be inside me, to fin— to come inside me," she added, blushing. The combination of her words and yet shy look made him even harder and put his self-control on the breaking point. "And I want that, too. I want to feel you inside me, the way I felt our magic intertwined. I want to give myself to you completely, tonight: heart, mind, body and soul."
"Fuck!" he groaned. Unable to resist it anymore, he rolled then both until she was trapped under him and then began to snog the daylights out of her, pouring into the kiss al his love and lust for her. He bit her lower lip, earning a new moan from her, and then began to kiss her neck. "You drive me mad, Hermione," he whispered huskily.
"Oh, Ron," she whimpered, her hands playing with the hair on the back of his neck.
After some more kissing, they rolled over once more, son Hermione was back on top of him, straddling him. Ron could feel her breasts — not constricted by a bra — against his chest and the heat coming from between her legs against his hard cock. Wanting to feel her as much as possible, he put his hands on her ass, pressing their crotches together, making her feel his hardness, while they kissed again.
"Oh, oh, Ron, you're — you're so hard …"
"For you, Hermione. For you," he said, and kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, where she welcomed it with hers. Wanting to feel her bare skin, he slid his hands down her pyjama bottoms and panties, cupping one delicious, round ass cheek with each hand.
"That feels good," she said, breaking the kiss and staring into his eyes.
"Fuck, yes, I love your ass, Hermione," he confessed, squeezing it for emphasis.
"Mmmh," she moaned contentedly, kissing him again hard. Ron began to squeeze her ass more roughly, enjoying its fullness and softness, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the same way he wanted to do with his aching cock.
After five good minutes of groping and snogging, Ron felt the irresistible need to take things further, so he took his hands from her ass, earning a groan of protest from Hermione, and then grabbed the hem of her pyjama top, lifting it.
Putting her hands on his chest, she sat up, her eyes fixed on his. Then, without saying a word, she moved his hands away and took the top off, leaving herself bare chested above Ron.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful, so sexy …" he said in awe. His looked down, to her firm, heaving tits, and his cock grew even harder, if that was possible.
"Do you like them, Ron?" she asked, her voice husky but also a bit unsure. "Do you like my breasts?"
"Fuck, yes! They're fucking perfect."
Hermione smiled coyly at him, and then grabbed his hands and lifted them. "Then why aren't you touching them?" she asked, and put his hands on her boobs, making him squeeze them. She moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure.
"Perfect," he repeated, kneading her tits and watching them wobble between his fingers. "So perfect. Best tits in the world, for sure."
"Lavender's are bigger," she said suddenly, and Ron, alarmed, looked up at her face. Her expression had saddened a bit."
"Hermione …" he started, not really knowing what to say. He looked down again, at his now still fingers, and gave her another squeeze. "Yes, they are," he said sincerely, hoping he wasn't screwing this. "But yours are way better. They could be half their size and still would be better, just because they're yours."
"Ron …" she said softly and tenderly, her eyes shimmering with emotion. And then she lowered her head and kissed him again, his hands trapped between them, still on her tits. "Oh, Ron," she moaned against his mouth. She began to grind her crotch against his, and he moaned, too. The feeling of his hands on her tits and his cock against her sex was almost too much. He wanted her, desperately. And he wanted her now.
Taking her by surprise, he rolled them on the bed so Hermione was now under him, making her squeal with surprise. But he didn't release her mouth and kept kissing her, even harder, and, almost immediately, she put her legs around his waist, pressing him harder against her. Ron used his left hand for a bit of leverage while his right one kept kneading her left breast, grinding his body against hers.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he said, and began to kiss her along her jaw, down her neck and cleavage until he reached her tits. He gave her right nipple a lick and the, his eyes fixed on her expecting ones, he sucked it into his mouth. Hard.
"Oooh, Ron!" she moaned, arching her back to press her tits against his mouth. Delighted by her reaction, he just sucked it harder while still squeezing the other. "Oh, yes, yes," she chanted, her hands caressing his hair and pressing his head to her chest. "Don't stop," she begged. "Please, don't stop."
"I won't," he said between sucks. "I'll just make it even better," he added, before switching to her other boob.
He kept sucking her tits for a bit, relishing their taste and the way Hermione's undulating body felt under him, and then began a trail of kisses down her belly. When he reached her pyjama bottoms, he grabbed the waistline of both trousers and knickers and yanked them down, baring her delicious pussy to him. Her musky scent filled his senses, making his cock twitch with need. Overwhelmed by his own need to taste her, he gave her a long lick, which make her whimper in pleasure; then he kneeled between her legs and, staring at her face, he finished undressing her.
"This is your first time," he said, trying to look less nervous than he felt. Sure, he wasn't a virgin, but hell, this was Hermione… "I want to make sure you cum, too."
"Yes, Ron, please," she begged, squirming on the bed, her fingers sliding over her belly until they touched the underside of her perfect tits. "Make me come."
"How do you want me to?" he asked huskily.
"Lick me, Ron. Lick —" she gulped "— lick me. Eat me," she finished, blushing a bit.
"Fuck, yeah," he said, and dove into her crotch.
"Oooh, Ron!" she shrieked. She put her legs on his shoulders, trapping his head, and put her hands on his hair, pulling on it and, at the same time, pressing him harder against her dripping cunt. "Yes, yes, like that!" she screamed when he began to suck on her click and finger her with his right hand.
Ron looked up to find her squeezing her tits with her right hand. The image made him groan. He went at it with renewed vigour, wanting nothing more than to make her cum hard and shove his cock inside her so he could cum, too.
Cumming inside Hermione …
Cumming inside Hermione's hot pussy…
Fuck!
Ron added a second finger inside her and sucked harder on her clit. Hermione was now moaning without restrain, the hottest thing he had ever seen.
"Oooh, oh, Ron, yes, I'm almost there! Keep going, keep going!" she ordered, pressing his head harder against her cunt. She opened her legs as widely as possible, lowering them from his shoulders, and instead user them to grind her crotch harder against his now wet face. "Oooh, ooh, yes, yes, Ron, YESSSS! YESSSSS!" she shrieked, pulling so hard on his hair that, for a moment, he feared he was going to leave him bald. But, despite the pain, he kept sucking and fingering her, wanting to make it as good as possible for her, until, a few seconds later, she topped trashing and pushed him off her, too sensitive to continue.
"Merlin, Ron," she said, closing her eyes and sighing in pleasure. "That was — that — gods!"
"That good, eh?" he asked, grinning smugly.
"You can say that," she answered, smiling blissfully. "Mmmh, my body is still tingling."
"Good, because I really want you, Hermione. I need to be inside you so badly it hurts."
She opened her eyes and looked at her, serious.
"I want that, too," she said, nodding. "Just — be gentle, okay?"
"I'll be careful, promise," he said, nodding.
"We need my wand, the contraceptive charm."
"I've got it covered," he said, stretching his right arm to retrieve his wand. He pointed it at her bare stomach and murmured the spell.
"Did you feel it?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, nodding. "A tingling, cold feeling inside."
"Yeah," he said, and threw his wand to the floor to take off the rest of his clothes. "Ready, then?" he asked, standing naked before her, his hard cock pointing up.
"Yes, Ron," she said, her eyes fixed on it. "Make love to me. Fuck me."
"Merlin, Hermione, if you want me to be gentle to you you'd better stop talking like that."
"Maybe I want you to lose control," she said seductively, moving her right foot and sliding it over his left thigh until it brushed his erect cock. Ron groaned.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"Yes, fuck Hermione, Ron," she whispered huskily.
"Bloody fuck!" she shouted, feeling his cock twitch. He grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg so he could suck on her toes. Hermione bit her lower lip, stifling a moan. "You have such sexy feet."
"Sexy feet?" Hermione asked, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah," he said, and sucked on her toes again while he caressed her leg.
"Oh, Ron … Please …"
"What?" he asked between sucks.
"Make love to me. Please, I need to feel you inside me."
"Shit, yeah," he said, releasing her leg. She put her foot back on the bed and spread her legs widely, inviting him in. Ron kneeled between her thighs slowly and began to caress her belly and sides with both hands, slowly and sensually, his eyes fixed on her face.
"I love you," he told her.
"I love you," she said back.
"I'll go slow, OK?" he said, moving closer to her. He bent over her body and felt the heat emanating from her on his aching hard cock. He rubbed his tip against her clit, noting how wet and ready she was. Hermione moaned.
"Do you like this?" he asked huskily, rubbing her a bit harder.
"Mmmh, yes, it feels so good."
"This will feel even better," he muttered, and angled his hips so the head of his cock went between her lips. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned, closing his eyes. The feel of her scorching heat on his dick was incredible. And when he moved a bit forwards, entering her a bit, he had to restrain himself not to thrust hard into her.
He moved his hands to her tits and began to knead them, while pressing his cock further into her as slowly as he could.
"Fuck, Hermione …" he moaned. "Are — are you OK?"
"Yes," she said, nodding quickly. "Keep going, Ron. Just go slowly, you're so big."
Ron kept pushing into her until he felt her barrier. Unable how to proceed (Lavender hadn't been a virgin, after all), he stopped, unsure.
"Do it," she said. He could tell she was nervous and a bit afraid, but her desire was clearly visible in her eyes. "Do it quickly."
Ron retreated a bit, and then, closing his eyes, thrust hard, burying himself in her to the hilt.
"Oh, aaah!" she moaned, this time in pain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he apologised, kissing her all over her face, clenching his fists as hard as he could to prevent him from moving. "Are you OK? Want me to take it out?"
"No!" she almost yelled, putting her arms around him in case he tried to retreat. "I'm fine. Just give me a second."
Ron kissed her, trying not to move, feeling her cunt clench him very tightly. Merlin, Lavender was tight, but nothing like Hermione. It was the best feeling in the world, being surrounded and squeezed by her.
"Fuck, Hermione …" he moaned between kisses.
"How — how do I feel?" she asked him, her breathing ragged.
"Fucking incredible," he moaned. "Best pussy ever, Hermione. You're so fucking tight, so wet."
"Oh, Ron," she moaned, excited by his dirty words. Ron felt her move her hips tentatively against him.
"Fuck, Hermione!"
"Move, Ron."
"Merlin, yes," he moaned. He was almost on the breaking point. Slowly, be began to move his hips, retreating a bit before plunging into her, trying not to go as hard as his cock demanded him to.
After a bit, Hermione began to move against him, countering his thrusts, her hands sliding over his back and down to his bum, which he squeezed, making him give her a hard thrust.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione … Oh, Merlin …" he moaned, looking at her face, that now was showing signs of evident pleasure. "Shit, you feel too good, too fucking good."
"You too, Ron," she moaned. "Please, fuck me. Fuck me harder. I want to feel you inside me, stretching me."
"Oh, fuck!" he moaned, starting to move harder and faster.
"Oh, oh, Ron, ooh, yes, yes! Harder!"
"Fuck, yeah, Hermione. Gonna fuck you hard … Cum inside you …"
"Faster!" she demanded, using her hands on his ass to press him harder during his downward thrusts. And Ron complied, eager to give it to her as hard as his own body required.
"Ah, ah, Hermione, you feel so bloody good, I — I'm not gonna last. Your pussy … so tight …" he panted. He moved his right hand from the bed to her left breast, wanting to feel it as he fucked her. "Are you — are you close?"
"Mmmh, oh, Ron, yes, I think so. I really think so! Just don't stop!"
"Touch yourself, please," he begged, "I'm about to cum!"
Hermione, with her eyes closed, took her hands from his body and put one on her free boob and slid the other between her bodies, to her clit.
"Ah, yes, touch yourself, love, ah, so fucking hot!"
"Ooooh, oh, Ron, please, Merlin, this — this —"
Ron began to move even faster, plunging his cock into her more forcefully, relishing in the way her dripping pussy enveloped and squeezed him. He could feel her balls contracting, ready to release all their cum into Hermione's hot body.
"Hermione, fuck, I — I can't stop it. I need to cum!"
Hermione opened her big, beautiful brown eyes and locked her gaze with his. "Do it then, Ron. Come inside me. Fill me."
"OOOH, FUCK!" he yelled, jerking above her and burying himself to the hilt inside her before his cock exploded, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her. "Oh, fuck, yes, Hermione, yes!"
"Oh, ooh, Ron, I — I can feel you!" she yelled, still rubbing her clit frantically.
Ron knew she was close to cumming, too, and despite having just exploded, he could feel his cock still as hard as rock, her cunt felt too good to go soft yet, and well, he had a stamina that was not completely normal, or so Lavender had said …
"I won't stop," he told her, kissing her and thrusting. "I will keep fucking you 'till you cum, Hermione. I want you to cum for me."
"Oh, ooh, Ron, yes, yes, I'm so close, so close, don't stop please, keep — keep fucking me, keep pounding me!"
Muttering a 'fuck, you're so hot', Ron began to kiss and bite her neck, his right hand still on her breast. He put the other one under her soft ass and used it to press her to him, increasing the friction.
Hermione's body began to spasm under him. Ron, noticing this, slowed his thrusts a bit and made them more deeper and stronger. Her hand was moving desperately on her clit, and it was just a few moments later when she screamed in ecstasy,
"Oh, oooh, Ron, RON! I'm coming, I'm COMING!"
"Yes, Hermione, cum for me, cum all around my cock. Fuck you're so sexy, so hot. I want to fuck you all night long!"
"Yes, Ron, yes, oh, oh, oooh …" she moaned with her eyes closed, still dizzy by her strong orgasm. "Mmmmh, so good …" she sighed, and then looked up at him. "I love you so much," she told him adoringly.
"Merlin, I love you too, Hermione."
They kissed again, Ron still inside her. When their mouths parted, she asked him, "How was it for you?"
"Fucking hell, love, it was the best ever."
"Really?" she asked, unsure. "I'm not experienced and —"
"But I love you," he interrupted before she could doubt herself even more. "And your pussy is — fuck, so tight and hot. Don't you see I'm still hard?" He gave her a few thrusts to emphasize his words.
"Yes," she nodded, smiling. "Isn't that a bit rare? Shouldn't you go soft, even for a bit?"
"Are you complaining?" he asked, smirking. "'Cause I'm bloody loving it. I want to do you again, and again, and again. Please, tell me you're ready for another round."
Hermione bit her bottom lip again, staring at him, thoughtful, and then clenched her vaginal muscles, catching him by surprise and making him squeal.
"Fuck!"
"You like?" she asked, grinning coyly.
"Of course I do!"
Hermione pushed against his chest, surprising him again, and rolled them over se she was now on top, his cock still inside her. Both of them moaned.
"As an answer to your question …" she started, beginning to move atop him. "Yes, I want another round, Ron. I want to — to fuck you. To ride your cock."
"Fuck, woman! You're gonna drive me crazy."
"That's what I want. I want to drive you crazy, to make you lose control again. I loved seeing you come inside me. I want to feel that again."
"Then keep moving," he said, thrusting upwards into her. "Ride me, Hermione."
She raised her hips until only the tip of his cock was inside her and then let herself fall onto him, making them both groan. She put her hands on his chest for leverage and began to move. Ron stared at her. Her hair was wild, giving her an almost exotic look. Her head was tilted backwards; her expression, full of pleasure; her tits, large and perky and so firm, heaving with her movements. There couldn't be a sexier sight in the world for him.
"Oh, oooh, Ron …" she moaned.
"Ah, fuck, Hermione, you look so hot, so wanton. You feel so good …" he moaned, thrusting hard into her.
"Oh, oh, so do — ah — you. Squeeze my breasts, please."
"Eh?"
"Squeeze my breasts, Ron," she demanded, moving harder and faster. "I love it when you do that. Oh, Merlin, oh, I'm close again!"
"Bloody fuck, yeah!" he shouted, doing as asked and putting his big hands on her tits, squeezing them. "Fuck, they're perfect. I love your tits, did I tell you that?"
"Once or twice," she answered, smiling a bit between moans. "Harder, Ron," she said, her speed increasing so she was almost bouncing on his cock. "I'm so — fucking close!"
"Yeah, me too! Work my cock with that hot pussy of yours, love!"
"Oh, oohh, Ron, God, I'm about to — I'm COMING, FUCK, YES, I'M COMING! Oh, yes, yes yessss!" she screamed, trashing atop him. Wanting to prolong her pleasure, Ron slid his hands to her hips and helped her to move, thrusting even harder into her. She could feel her muscles clenching around him, as if her cunt wanted to suck his cum out of his cock. "Ooooh, OH MY GOD, RON! SO GOOD!"
When, unable to keep moving, she fell on his chest, Ron put his hands on her smooth, round ass and pressed her against him still thrusting. He wanted to be as deep inside her as possible. Hermione moaned loudly and kissed him hard. Ron sped up his thrusts, wanting nothing more than to cum inside her once more. Fuck, she felt incredible, so tight and hot and wet around him, with her lips on him, her fantastic tits smashed against his chest and his hands cupping her bum.
"Oh, Ron," she moaned after breaking the kiss. "Yes, keep going love," she whispered against his ear. "Keep fucking me. C-Cum inside me, fill me again with your seed."
"Oh, bloody fuck, Hermione, yes, yes, I'm gonna cum inside you … fill your pussy!"
"Yes, do it, do it, Ron!"
"OH, FUUUUCK!" he yelled, thrusting upwards so hard he almost lifted them both off the bed. And with his cock as deep inside her as he could go, he began to shoot again, coating her insides with a new, fresh dose of his cum.
"Oh, fuck …" he sighed once his orgasm subsided. They were still entwined, her body sprawled atop his, both sweaty and utterly content and satisfied. Hermione's head was resting against his neck, her wild, bushy hair half-covering his face, but he didn't mind. He grazed her cheek with his nose. "I love you, so much," he muttered softly.
"I love you too," she said. Then she raised her head to look at him.
"I hope your first time was good," he said.
"It couldn't be better," she replied, giving him a peck on his lips. "It was just amazing. You are amazing, Ron."
"Glad to hear it," he said with a smug grin. "Does this mean I'll get to fuck you again?"
"As many times as you want," she answered coyly, with a bright smile on her face. Ron gave her a quick kiss, and she replied with one of her own. Then, as they stared into each other's eyes, her smile vanished, and her expression turned serious. "Thank you," she muttered to him.
"I should be the one thanking you," he replied. "You felt — Merlin, I've got no words."
"No, Ron," she insisted, caressing his cheek. "You've been amazing, with my parents, helping me with the protection spell, and well, this — this was beyond anything I could have imagined. I love you, so much," she added, almost teary.
"Hermione …"
"I love you," she repeated. "And I don't want to lose you. I wouldn't know how to live without you."
"You're not gonna lose me, Hermione. I know how it was to be with another girl, and I don't want that. Never, I only want you."
"But something could happen," she said. "What if —?"
"NO!" he shouted, startling her. "Don't say it, please. Not tonight."
She lowered her head and nodded.
"Just — let's get under the covers, okay?" he asked. "Can I — can I sleep here? We can put an alarm, or whatever. I just wanna sleep with you."
"I'd love that," she said, smiling lovingly at him. "I want to sleep with you, too, Ron."
"I suppose I should put on some clothes, in case your parents — well —"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Shame," he said, getting of the bed and putting on his pyjamas. "I'd love to have you naked against me."
"Well, I don't know if I would be able to sleep if we were naked," she commented, getting under the sheet. "You're just too tempting."
Ron groaned. "You shouldn't say things like that if you really want to sleep," he said, sliding next to her and taking her in his arms so her head was resting on his chest.
"Mmmh, we could always go for round three …"
"Fuck, Hermione!"
She giggled in a rather uncharacteristic way. "Good night, Ron," she said, kissing him on the mouth.
"Good night, love."