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Chapter 14
Before The Wedding
"Long day, huh?" Ron asked Hermione when they entered his room and he closed the door. She nodded, a weary expression on her face, and dropped onto his bed, sighing. "Sorry, my family can be a bit overwhelming at times."
"Don't be sorry," she replied, smiling at him. "Being here is the closest thing to home for me, Ron. Your family's been just wonderful to me."
"Yeah, I suppose," Ron nodded. Slowly, he approached the window and looked out of it, though there was no Moon and nothing could really be seen, apart from the distant glow of the lights from Ottery St Catchpole.
The moment Hermione and Ron entered the kitchen after arriving from her parents', Ron's mum was upon her, enveloping her in a tight motherly hug while she murmured things like 'dear' and 'my sweet, brave girl'. Hermione broke down between her caring, motherly arms and, when she had calmed down, his mother forced her to sit on a chair, asking her how she was and telling her that she shouldn't worry and that everything would be all right.
Hermione had been a bit overwhelmed at first though grateful for how loved and accepted she was. As Fleur offered Hermione a cup of tea, Ron's mum ordered him to place Hermione's things in Ginny's room, and told her that she could stay for the entire summer and even longer, and Ron's dad assured her that the Order would make sure her other relatives received magical protection, giving her a great sense of relief.
Finally, after a copious dinner in which everyone tried to be as funny as they could, wanting to distract Hermione, she had told everyone she was tired, and had asked Ron, a bit sheepishly, if they could go up to his room. And it was a testimony to how worried his parents were about her that, though they shared a look, they didn't say anything, knowing she needed some quiet and peace.
Ron heard Hermione shift on the bed, distracting him from his thoughts, and turned towards her to see her lying down on top of it with her eyes closed, her head on his pillow and her right leg hanging from the side.
"Comfortable?" he asked with a grin.
She nodded again without opening her eyes. Ron walked towards the bed and she moved a bit towards the wall to give him space to sit. He grabbed her right hand in his and caressed it lovingly.
"How are you?"
"Fine," she answered, finally opening her eyes to look at him.
"Really?" he asked, and she shrugged looking away.
"I — I just wonder when I'll see them again. Or if —"
"Hermione," Ron said, cutting her. "You'll see them again," he assured her, trying to sound confident. "And sooner than you think, you'll see."
Hermione stared at him for a moment and then smiled. "Thanks, Ron, but you cannot know that. No one can. Who knows how long it'll take for us to find the horcruxes?" she asked. "And even when we do, defeating Voldemort …" Ron squirmed, uncomfortable at hearing the name. "And speaking of that," she added, looking at him pointedly, "your mother seems to think I'm going to stay here for a long time."
"Yeah."
"So you haven't told your parents about — leaving?"
Ron shook his head. "No."
"Ron!" she exclaimed, admonishing him. "You've got to tell them, and quickly!"
"I know. I told Fred and George, but I didn't want to tell Mum and Dad before I knew what to do about them."
"You mean what you told me about making sure Death Eaters wouldn't know you are out there with Harry?"
"Yeah. They'll think you've left with your parents, but I need to make sure my family is somewhat safe, that they won't be kidnapped and tortured to know about my whereabouts if You-Know-Who takes over."
They fell silent for a bit, both deep in thought, until Hermione asked, tentatively, "The Order really thinks he is going to subjugate the Ministry?"
"Yeah," he answered. "No one really knows what Scrimgeour is doing, and Dad says there are Death Eaters and people Imperiused infiltrated. He says that, with Dumbledore gone, no one feels confident about winning the war, even if no one speaks openly about that."
"And yet none of the authorities really seemed concerned about his passing at his funeral," Hermione commented angrily.
"Yeah, but I bet they're reconsidering what Dumbledore meant, now that things are going downhill so quickly," Ron replied angrily. "They're just a bunch of morons, the whole lot of them."
They fell silent once more, and Ron lay beside her, taking her hand in his. Once he was comfortable, Hermione turned to look at him.
"So — have you got any ideas?" she asked, and Ron looked at her, furrowing his brow in confusion. "About your family, I mean."
"Oh. Yeah, I thought about feigning some illness — one that doesn't require staying at St Mungo's, but that keeps people away."
"Mmh," nodded Hermione. "But — how?"
"I don't know. Fred and George liked the idea, said they would think about it."
Hermione nodded again, and Ron rolled to his side so they both were facing each other, their entwined hands between them.
"I like this," she commented after a while. "Being here, with you."
Ron grinned. "You tell me. Do you know how many times I've fantasised about you in this bed?"
"Knowing you, I bet that lots and lots of times."
"Yeah. Lots and lots and lots of times."
Hermione laughed lightly and, reaching forwards, kissed him softly in the mouth.
"Thank you so much for being with me these two days," she told him when she pulled back. "I don't know if I'd have managed to go through all of it without you."
"Of course you'd have, and you know it," he said dismissively. "You're brilliant. And determined. And brave. And so fucking adorable when you're blushing," he added, and she smiled.
"Maybe," she replied, "but still … it was much easier with you by my side."
"I love you, Hermione."
She kissed him again. "I'd love to sleep here, with you," she declared sadly. "But I don't want your mother to get angry or think bad about me. Your family has been nothing but wonderful to me, and I love them."
"You'd sleep better here?" he asked her, serious.
"Yes."
"Then stay."
"But your mother —"
"I don't think she'll mind, today," Ron affirmed. "She knows how hard it was for you, what you did. As long as we don't close the door completely, I think we'll be okay. So — no fantasies," he added somewhat jokingly.
Hermione smiled and kissed him again. "I'm not in the mood for that tonight, anyway."
"It's okay, Love. As I said, though day."
"I'll go change then."
She left the room and Ron changed into his pyjamas, too. He was already in bed, sitting against the wall, when Hermione came back, wearing a t-shirt and shorts and looking utterly delicious.
"Did you see anyone?" he asked her, trying to keep his mind away from her body.
"Ginny," Hermione answered, setting the door ajar and getting into bed between him and the wall.
"Did you tell her you were sleeping here?"
"It wasn't necessary. She told me 'you're not sleeping here, are you?'" Hermione said, a bit embarrassed. "How's she?"
Ron shrugged. "Okay, I think. Coping. She's strong."
Hermione nodded and snuggled into him, putting her left arm over his belly.
"I like this," she said, sighing. "I'm going to miss it once Harry is back."
"Yeah."
"Do you — do you know something about that? About when he'll be coming?"
Ron shook his head. "I think the Order is making plans, but, as far as I know, nothing has been decided yet. The only thing I know is that it's going to be before his birthday."
"Well, the wedding is on the first of August, so —"
"It's not that. Apparently, once Harry becomes seventeen, his protection at Privet Drive will break, and the Order fears You-Know-Who will Apparate right there, so he must have left before then."
"It makes sense," she nodded. She shifted a bit and yawned. "I'm tired."
"Yes, we should get to sleep. I'm sure Mum will have loads of chores for us tomorrow."
"Good."
"Good?" he asked, looking at her disbelievingly.
"Yes, that'll keep my mind busy. Tomorrow, my parents will already be in Sydney."
"They'll be all right," Ron assured her. "They've got the rings, enchanted with our Magic. If something happened, we would know at once, so, as the saying goes, no news is good news."
"You're right," she said, and then gave him a gentle kiss on his neck.
It didn't take them long to fall asleep in each other's arms.
— o —
When Ron woke up next morning, feeling a soft body against his, it took him a moment to remember what had happened. Once he did, though, he looked to his side and couldn't help but smile, seeing his girlfriend looking so peaceful in her sleep, her hair all around her. She didn't have her arm over him, but had draped her leg around his, and he could feel her soft thigh touching his morning erection.
He wondered if she would be in the mood to get off, but, hearing his mother talking downstairs, he looked at the door, which, to his surprise, was half-open, and decided anything sexual wouldn't be a good idea at all.
Carefully, he extracted himself from the bed. Hermione shifted, repositioning herself, but didn't wake up. Smiling at her, he got changed and, after a trip to the loo, went downstairs, his stomach grumbling at the smell of bacon and sausages.
"Good morning," he said, yawning, when the entered the kitchen. Ginny was already at the table, talking to Bill and Fleur, while his mum busied herself with breakfast.
"Slept well, Ron?" asked Bill, smirking.
"Beel!" Fleur scolded him.
"What?" he protested. "We've got to sleep in different rooms and he's got to spend the night with his girlfriend. A bit unfair, if you ask me, giving we're about to get married."
Ron felt his ears grow hot and looked at his mother, who was eyeing him.
"Well, poor Hermione was distraught last night, but they left the door open," she commented, staring at him. "And I'm sure you were a perfect gentleman, weren't you, Ronald?" she asked, daring him to say otherwise.
"Mum!"
"Anyway, yesterday was a special occasion. For the rest of the summer she'll sleep in Ginny's room, won't she?"
"Yeah," Ron mumbled, sitting down.
Bill and Fleur left for work soon after, and Ron and Ginny were finishing eating when they heard someone climbing down the stairs. A moment later, Hermione walked into the kitchen, looking a bit awkward.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, dear," Ron's mum greeted her, a wide smile in her face. "Sit down to eat."
"Thank you," she said, doing as asked. She gave Ron a smile. Ginny arched an eyebrow.
"Did you sleep well?" Ron's mum asked her, filling her plate with bacon and sausages. Hermione flushed deeply.
"Yes — yes, I did." She looked up at his mother. "Mrs Weasley, I —"
"Don't worry, dear," she said, patting her on the shoulder. "No harm done. I understand you needed comfort last night."
"Thank you," Hermione said, grateful. Ron grabbed her hand and their eyes met. "They're all right. You know that, right?"
"Yes," she said, smiling, and started to eat.
As Ron had anticipated, his mother loaded them with tasks regarding the upcoming wedding, like degnoming the garden, mowing the grass, tending to the hedge, cleaning the rooms and so on. Ron often protested about some of the chores, stating that it was pointless since he was sure they were going to do it again before the wedding.
All that work meant that Ron and Hermione had little time alone, either to plan the search for the horcruxes or to be intimate with each other. It had been eleven days since Ron had made love to her and he was getting restless. He had to resort to wanking again, and though that was good, it wasn't nearly enough. Besides, it wasn't just the sexual release, but the closeness to her what he missed.
He let out a long sigh. He heard voices and looked away from the hedge he had been trimming and spotted Hermione and Ginny, who had just walked out of the house, talking. He followed them with his eyes until they turned around the house, his eyes focused on Hermione's delicious bum, encased in a fitting pair of denim shorts.
His cock twitched, and he closed his eyes, remembering the only occasion he had got some release with her since her parents had left. It had been four days ago. After a tiring day of chores, Ron had managed to get her to go with him down to the field where they used to play Quidditch. He had wanted to take her down to the village, but his mother had refused, saying it was beyond the protected area and, therefore, too dangerous. They had sat down, enjoying the warm weather, and, after sharing some pumpkin juice, Hermione had cast some privacy charms around them, had opened his trousers and, taking his hardening cock out, had given him an amazing blowjob. He had cum into her mouth in no time, after so long without proper release. It had bee so strong he had feared he would overflow her, but she had dutifully swallowed it all. Unfortunately, he hadn't had time to return the favour then. He had, however, managed to finger-fuck her into an orgasm yesterday, while they sat under a tree away from the house. But he craved more, and he knew so did she, by the way their eyes locked sometimes. He could see in her gaze the same lust and need he felt.
Sighing, he turned back to the hedge and continued with his job, pointing his wand at it to prune the protruding branches. As he advanced, his thoughts drifted to Harry. The Order had had a meeting two days ago, after dinner. Kingsley had announced, to everyone's dismay, that Pius Thicknesse, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement since the murder of Amelia Bones, was most surely under the Imperius Curse, and had banned all magical ways of transportation at Little Winghing to 'ensure Harry's safety'. Of course, the Order knew that it was just a way to prevent Harry from leaving his house until You-Know-Who himself could attack him there, but there was little that they could do about it.
Mad-Eye had explained that they couldn't wait until Harry's birthday, and would have to take him out without the use of spells, which discarded Apparition or Portkeys. Most surely, they would have to take him out flying, and it was a high possibility that Death Eaters were watching the area. Bringing Harry to the Burrow would be very difficult, and dangerous. There were less than two weeks until his birthday, and the plan had still to be fixed.
So concentrated he was that he practically jumped when he felt Hermione speak behind him.
"Busy?"
"Bloody hell, woman, you almost gave me a heart attack!" he exclaimed as he turned round to face her. She was staring at him, an amused expression on her face. "I could have hexed you, you know."
She laughed. "You were trimming, Ron, not on guard duty."
"Yeah, well, I was deep in thought," he explained grumpily, feeling his ears turn pink with embarrassment.
"Yes, I could tell," said Hermione, not realising — or choosing to ignore — his mortification. "And what were you thinking about?"
Ron didn't answer immediately. If he told her it was about Harry, she would worry, so he decided to bend the truth a bit.
"You."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Me?"
"Yeah. About how little time we've got together."
"We spend loads of time together, Ron," she countered.
He stared at her intensely. "You know what I mean."
Hermione bit her bottom lip and approached him. "I know. That's why I'm here," she explained as she put one hand on his arm and caressed it.
The little touch sent shivers down Ron's body.
"Hermione …"
"Your sister is helping your mother with dinner, but it won't be ready for a while. I told them I was going for a walk with you."
"I'm sweaty," he said.
"I like you sweaty," she replied, flirting.
Ron pocketed his wand and, grabbing her hand, pulled her with him along the hedge, moving away from the house.
"It's darkening," he commented.
"We won't go outside the wards."
"What do you have in mind?" he asked her as they reached the orchard. Hermione didn't answer, and they just kept walking among the trees and bushes that didn't allow them to see the house. He was going to ask her again when, suddenly, she stopped and, turning him to face her, she kissed him passionately, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
Ron opened his eyes wide, caught off-guard, but recovered rather quickly and returned the kiss with equal intensity. She put her arms around his neck and he put his on her waist, his fingers reaching under the t-shirt she was wearing to touch her soft skin.
"Fuck," he said dazedly when they separated. "That was good."
Hermione just kissed him again, even more frenziedly, her hands sliding down his chest and towards his back, caressing him. Ron also moved his towards her back, fingering the waistband of her shorts, before forcing it them under them to touch her soft, round ass over her silky panties.
She moaned, turning Ron's cock into a steel rod, and ground her hips against his with desperation. "Ron, I need you," she muttered wantonly, her eyes fixed on his.
"Merlin, Hermione …"
"You don't know how it's been," she said, her hands still caressing his back, "seeing you all the time, and then having to be in the room with Ginny. I've had to take care of myself in the shower …"
"Holy fuck …"
She bit her bottom lip again. "At least you've got your own room," she told him. "Have you been taking care of yourself, Ron?" she asked coyly, her bright eyes fixed on his.
"You can bet your sexy ass that I have. Watching you in shorts and thin shirts …" he trailed off.
"And have you —" she gulped, looking a bit sheepish, "have you been using those panties I gave you?" she finished.
"Oh, yes. Definitively."
Hermione let out another soft moan and then kissed him again, very hard. Her hands moved over his own bum, and Ron felt his cock throb in his pants. He squeezed her ass again, pressing her soft body against his, and the kiss grew even hotter.
"Ron, fuck me," she muttered against his lips.
"Wha — right here?" he asked, shocked.
"It's dark, everyone is inside, and I need you so much."
"We've got to be quick."
"That won't be a problem," she whispered, her tone needy. "I think I can come just from your cock rubbing against me."
"Merlin, Hermione …"
She began to kiss his neck, making him hiss in pleasure, and moved her hands to his front, palming his cock over his trousers.
"You're so hard …"
"Hermione …"
"Do you want me, Ron? Do you want to be inside me? To come in me?"
Grunting, Ron took his hands from under her shorts and, grasping her t-shirt, lifted it until it was above her heaving breasts, encased in a simple white bra. Yet they were deliciously pushed up and together, making Ron almost drool at the sight. Groaning, he bent over and buried his head in her cleavage, relishing in the softness around his face. "Unngh, I missed you two," he said, his voice muffled by her flesh. Hermione moaned and put her hands on his hair, caressing it, and pushed him more into her.
Desperate, Ron pulled her bra down rather forcefully, not bothering to unclasp it, freeing her tits and making them bounce enticingly. She let out a new moan, and he, after taking a second to enjoy the sight, took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it greedily.
"Oh, Ron, yes, yes!" she moaned.
Ron would have loved to keep devouring her, to taste every inch of her body, to make her come with his fingers and his mouth before actually fucking her, but they had no time and he was too horny for her. Lapping at her other nipple, he clumsily unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down. Pulling away from him, she hurriedly took them off, followed by her panties and then grabbed her wand and cast a Privacy Spell around them.
Panting with excitation, she let her wand fall and immediately attacked his trousers, lowering them to his hips and freeing his hard, aching cock. Ron couldn't help but look down, enthralled by her eagerness. And when she held him in her hand and gave him a stroke, he threw his head back and let out a loud moan of pleasure.
"God, I've missed you," she said huskily, still stroking him. Ron looked down again, his body on fire due to her expert touch, and almost came on the spot after realising she was talking to his dick. "I've missed you so much," she repeated vehemently, and then took it in her mouth, almost to the hilt, sucking on him hungrily.
"FUCK! Oh, yes, Hermione! Suck me!"
She applied to the task with fruition, but, knowing they had little time, she soon stopped and leaned against a tree, pulling Ron towards her.
"Now, Ron, now," she demanded.
"Fuck, yeah, you're gagging for my cock, aren't you?" he grunted, pressing her against the tree, rubbing his cock against her belly, coating her skin in his precum.
"Yes," she answered truthfully, clutching his buttocks with her hands. "You know I am. Just like you're for my pussy, right?"
"Fucking hell, yes," he said, and lifted her by her ass. Hermione put her legs around him and, with a hard thrust, he buried his cock inside her body, the two of them moaning loud at the pleasurable feeling.
Ron tried to be as gentle as he could, knowing she was pressed against a tree, and started pounding into her, relishing in the sounds their bodies made when he slammed against her. He looked at her, watching the way she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in pleasure, letting soft moans escape it. Then his eyes travelled down to her tits, bouncing over her lowered bra. The view was spectacular, and Ron drove into her harder, desperate to make her cum so he could cum as well and fill her like he had been wanting to do for days.
"Oh, Ron, harder! Harder, please! Fuck, you feel so good, so big and hard inside me! Oh … oh, God …"
"Fuck, your pussy's so tight, Hermione! Gonna fuck so hard you'll feel me for days!"
"Yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me come, I'm almost there!" she panted.
Ron kissed her hard, driving into her with all his might. He could feel his bollocks tightening, ready to unload all his pent-up semen into her accepting body. Hermione responded with equal passion, sucking on his tongue the same way her cunt was sucking on his cock. She was panting heavily, her hips bucking against his, seeking more contact, a deeper penetration. Ron squeezed her ass hard, enjoying its roundness, and fucked her even faster, sensing her walls starting to tighten around him, signalling her impending orgasm.
"Cum for me, Hermione," he encouraged her against her lips. "Squeeze my cock, milk it dry!" he ordered, giving her an extra hard thrust.
Hermione looked at him, her mouth open, her expression betraying the climax that was about to wash over her. Ron didn't dare blink, wanting nothing than to see her face when she came.
"Ron … almost there, Ron! Almost — OH FUCK, YES!" she screamed, her entire body convulsing. Ron kept thrusting hard, watching her come undone in his arms, and then, unable to hold it in anymore, exploded inside her. Stream after stream of cum poured into her, filling her up with his spunk as he thrust erratically into him, shouting loudly, a tiny conscious part in his fogged mind grateful that she had cast the Privacy Spells around them.
Finally, utterly spent, he just leaned into her, resting his head against her shoulder, both of them panting heavily. After a bit, he moved away, lowering her to the ground carefully, and they stared into each other eyes, a wide grin on their faces.
"Fuck, that was amazing," she commented happily.
"Yeah," he said dazedly.
They redressed quickly after casting a Cleaning Charm on their bodies, and then, hand in hand, walked towards the house.
"I really needed that," she declared, leaning against him affectionately. "Thank you."
"'Thank you'?" he repeated, arching an eyebrow. "What am I, your whore?"
"Ron!" she admonished him, slapping him on his shoulder. "You know what I mean!"
"I know, I know," he said, grinning. "I needed that, too."
— o —
Two days later, a decisive Order meeting was held at The Burrow, and the plan to rescue Harry was finally disclosed to everyone. As explained by Mad-Eye and Kingsley, Harry would be moved to The Burrow flying, and a group would escort him in the air. The original idea was that one person would accompany him while six other pairs acted as guards. However, amidst the reunion, Mundungus Fletcher had suggested that six of the warriors (one from each team) would take Polyjuice Potion to look like Harry and confound the Death Eaters in the probable case they were looking out. Fortunately, they had a good supply of Polyjuice Potion, as many Order members used it during watches, so the plan was feasible.
After asking for volunteers, Fred, George, Fleur, Hermione and Ron offered themselves to pose as fake Harrys, besides Mundungus, who agreed — reluctantly — after being persuaded by Mad-Eye. Kingsley, Ron's dad, Hagrid, Tonks, Lupin, Mad-Eye and Bill would be the guardians. Ginny had wanted to join, but as she was still underage, Kingsley had argued it was out of the question. That was a slight comfort to Ron's mum, who was already fretting about how many members of her family would be putting themselves in the front line that night.
After deciding who would accompany whom, Kingsley told them that the rescue would take place the very next day, allowing little time for the plan to be discovered. Hopefully, the false information they had leaked to the Ministry would ensure an easy operation with little to no surprises. An though no one had said anything to that, Ron knew no one really believed that would be the case.
After the reunion, they moved to the living room, and, whilst some of the members shared a glass of wine or firewhiskey, Ron took Hermione to a corner.
"You know that I'd like to tell you to stay here, don't you?" he asked.
"I do," she nodded. "But you won't."
"No, I won't. You wouldn't do it and would accuse me of being a caveman or something like that."
Hermione smiled, but there was no humour in it. "I wouldn't Ron, because I feel the same. I'd love to ask you to stay, that there are enough members of your family already going."
"Don't remind me," he said, grimacing.
"It is normal," she continued, grabbing his hand. "It's natural to want to protect the person you love. But the important thing is that we respect each other enough to let the other take their own choices, and, in the end, Harry needs us."
"Yeah."
"And, who knows, they're leaving a false trail, aren't they? Like Kingsley said, with a bit of luck it all will go smoothly."
"Yeah," he repeated, knowing full well that she didn't believe it and neither did he. He was a chess player, after all. Were he You-Know-Who, he would have lookouts out there, especially if his puppet, Thicknesse, was making sure Harry couldn't travel by Apparition, Portkey or Floo Network.
Fourteen people would participate in that mission, thirteen people he loved, or at least appreciated, and seven of them from his family, including Fleur, Hermione and Harry. He turned to look at them, fear creeping up his body. His eyes focused on Bill and Fleur, who were talking to Lupin. Would they make it to their wedding? Bill had already dodged death once, though just by an inch, after his encounter with Greyback, though that could be said about Hermione and him, too.
He felt Hermione squeezing his hand and turned to look at her. She smiled at him reassuringly. "Everything will be all right, Ron."
Ron let out a mirthless chuckle. "This time is your turn to calm me, isn't it?" he commented.
Hermione smiled guiltily and shrugged. "I suppose."
Ron embraced her in an impulse, her head just below his chin, and he put a kiss on the top of her mane of curls. "I love you."
"I know. I love you too."
When Ron went to bed that night, he had trouble falling asleep. He would close his eyes and would see Harry, or Hermione, or his dad, falling under a rain of curses coming from an army of faceless Death Eaters. After two hours of turning and shifting, he sat on the bed, irritated. He turned on the light and took one of his old comics to read, hoping it would distract him and make him feel asleep.
He had read ten pages when he heard some noise outside his room. Lowering the comic, he stared at the door, paying attention. The noise repeated, and then the door opened slowly, and Hermione's head appeared through the gap.
"Hermione?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"You're awake," she commented, pleased. "Good." She walked in, dressed just in a light nightdress, and closed the door behind her before looking at him again. "You cannot sleep, either, can you?"
"No. What are you doing here?"
Hermione fidgeted with her fingers, looking a big sheepish. "I — I just —"
"Come here," he told him, understanding.
Hurriedly, Hermione crossed the room and threw herself on top of Ron, embracing him and burying her head on his chest.
"We — we don't know what will happen tomorrow, and I — I just didn't want to be away from you this last night." She looked up at him. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Mind?" he repeated. "I'm so bloody glad you're here, Love. In fact, I would have asked you to come, but didn't want to put you in a situation where you'd have to disobey my mother's sleeping rules. I know how much you hate breaking them," he added, somewhat teasingly.
Hermione's answer, however, was given with a completely straight and serious face. "I don't mind when it's for a good reason."
Ron couldn't help it, he smiled at her, and caressed her face gently. "Get under the sheets," he told her, and Hermione complied willingly. Ron put an arm around her and cradled her body against his, relishing in her nearness.
"I missed this," she told him.
"I know. So did I."
Ron turned off the light and they stayed like that for a few minutes, in silence, just enjoying being together. Then, Hermione shifted and looked at Ron, though he could barely see her, even with the moonlight that entered the room. Ron stared at her and, in an impulse, sought her mouth with his and kissed her. The kisses were tender and chaste at first, but soon grew in intensity. Hermione moved, putting a hand on Ron's chest and, partially hovering over him, kissed him hard while he just lay on the bed. Her hand started roaming over his chest and belly, awakening his desire for her, and his own hand, on her back, began to caress her over her silky nightdress until he stopped on the curve of her bum.
Moaning into his mouth, she thrust her tongue between his lips, seeking his, and pressed her body more against him, entwining her legs with his. He was just wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and the feeling of their legs rubbing was highly arousing.
After a few minutes of intense snogging, Hermione moved again, this time to straddle his body. Ron moaned when she rocked her hips onto his cock, and put both of his hands on her ass, rubbing it with desire.
"Hermione, are you sure you want this?" he asked.
Hermione stared down at him for a few moments, as is he wanted to memorise every detail in his face, and then nodded. "I want you, Ron. We don't know what tomorrow will bring, and —"
"Shh," he told her. "Don't say that. Don't act as if this were — were some sort of goodbye."
She gulped, and then kissed him again. "Then let's make this a promise of what we'll have once the war is over."
"Fuck, I love you," he declared, and moving one of his hands to her hair, brought her mouth down to his, and they resumed kissing and caressing each other's bodies.
Ron moved his hands to her legs, under the hem of her nightdress, and slowly lifted if up, caressing her thighs as he moved, until he reached her ass.
He moaned into her mouth when he noticed she wasn't wearing knickers. "Oh, Merlin, Hermione … Do you go to sleep without underwear?" he asked teasingly.
"I just didn't think I would be needing them tonight," she said coyly. "I was hoping you would keep me warm. Was I wrong?" she asked coyly.
"No, you aren't," he confirmed, his hands kneading the bare globes of her bum. Hermione kissed him hard, and then, suddenly, reached for his wand and cast a Soundproofing Charm on the room. She threw the wand back onto his nightstand and then looked down at him.
"Touch me, Ron," she told him. "I want to feel your hands on me," she confessed before kissing him again.
At once, Ron rolled them over until he was lying partially on top of her and then kissed her with all his might. She responded with equal passion, both of them groaning and moaning into each other's mouths. Ron's hands roamed over her belly until they focused on her tits, kneading and squeezing them over her nightdress.
"Mmh, Ron …"
Ron moved from her mouth to her neck while he lowered the straps down her arms. She arched her back to help him, and he promptly lowered her nightdress, revealing her round, full boobs to his lustful gaze.
"Fuck, they're fucking awesome," he stated, lowering his head and taking one nipple into his mouth. Hermione moaned again, pressing her body more into his mouth. Her hands went to his hair and he just sucked harder before biting lightly on her nipple.
"Ron, please."
Ron switched breasts and kept sucking, while his right hand slid down her soft belly, lowering until he reached the hem of her nightdress. He bunched it around her waist and, without delay, began to caress her already wet slit, causing her to get even wetter.
"I missed touching your sweet pussy, Love," Ron muttered against her tits. "You're so wet and soft … So tasty …"
"Ron, please," she begged. He felt her buck her hips against his hand, and then her hands pushed his head down her body.
"Want something?" he asked, taking more of her breast in his mouth and sucking hard.
"Taste me, Ron. Lick my pussy and make me cum!"
Ron smiled. He would have loved to tease her a bit more, but horny and hungry for her as she was, he slid down the bed, leaving a trail of kisses along her skin. When he reached her navel, she spread her legs wide, giving him space. Ron sniffled her sweet, musky scent.
"Fuck, you smell so good," he commented huskily, his fingers still caressing her folds.
She raised her head a bit and looked down at him, her expression full of lust. "I taste even better, Ron," and putting a hand on her head, pressed him against her cunt. "Now eat me," she demanded, bucking her hips against his face.
Ron slid one finger into her snug, hot hole, relishing in her tightness and wetness, and began to lap at her clit, already engorged due to her arousal. Hermione practically meowed in pleasure.
Ron, spurred on by the sounds she was making, put even more effort into it and sucked at it hard. Hermione reacted by arching her back and screaming in hollering in pleasure. Ron's cock was so hard he thought he could explode just by hearing her. Wanting to feel her squirming under his ministrations, he thrust his index finger into her dripping hole. Hermione began to rock her hips harder, a strong orgasm building up inside her. Determined to make it mind-blowing, he sucked harder on her and, twisting his hand while he finger-fucked her, eased his middle finger into her clenching, tight asshole.
"Oh, gods, RON!" she yelled, moving quicker against him. He looked up at her and groaned around her clit when he saw her kneading her own tits roughly.
With the triple assault of his mouth, and two fingers, it didn't take Hermione long to cum hard, her entire body convulsing as she drenched Ron's face and hand in her juices.
"Merlin, Ron, that was amazing," she commented, with her eyes closed and still breathless.
"Yeah, I can tell," he said, sitting on his knees and licking his lips.
Hermione opened her eyes and stared at his mouth. She looked content and sated, and yet her eyes, told him she wanted more.
"You like the taste of my cunt, don't you, Ron?" she asked wantonly.
"You know I do."
She sat up, her eyes never leaving his, and, grabbing his hand in hers, she brought it to her mouth and began to lick and suck on his fingers, even the one that had been in her ass. Ron made a strangled noise upon seeing this, and his cock twitched, protesting by the lack of attention it was receiving. Despite that, he was unable to move as he watched Hermione taste herself, her eyes never leaving his.
Finally, she released his hand and looked down his body, at his angry dick. She brushed it her fingers, causing Ron to groan. "Hermione …"
"It looks ready to explode, Ron."
"It is."
"And these seem pretty full," she added, cupping his balls and rolling them in her hand.
"They are."
"But you unloaded them inside me two days ago," she commented, in a fake naïve tone.
"They had plenty of time to refill. Please," he added, putting one hand on her breasts to knead them and make her lie down again. However, Hermione pushed back.
"So you didn't wank today?"
"Hermioneee," Ron whined.
"Did you?" she insisted.
"Yes, I did."
"And — did you use my panties, Ron? The ones I gave you?"
"Yes."
"Have you been using them frequently?"
"Every time I wank here."
"Show them to me."
"What!?" he asked, thinking that no way had he heard correctly.
"Show them to me, Ron."
Ron stared at her for a few seconds, her frame sensually illuminated by the moonlight, and then got off the bed. He opened his trunk and, after rummaging inside it for a bit, took out a bag, and then extracted those incredibly sexy, little black panties from it. They were full of white stains. Ron went back to the bed and, a bit reluctantly, gave them to her.
Hermione took them reverently, touching and studied them with the same attention she would have paid a new book.
"They're almost rigid, Ron. You really must have used them a lot," she commented, a trace of pride in her voice. She looked at him. "Do they excite you?" she asked. "Do you like wrapping them around your cock while you wank, knowing they were in direct contact with my pussy, that they were drenched with my juices?"
"Bloody fucking hell," Ron exclaimed, nearly mad with desire. Despite the numerous times he had heard her talk like that, it still amazed him. Fuck, he really was the luckiest sod in the world. "Yeah. I cum so hard, remembering that first day I came on your knickers, or imagining I'm fucking you with them on, just parted to the side."
Hermione bit her lower lip, her eyes, bright with desire, fixed on his and then, to Ron's absolute shock, she raised them to her face and licked their crotch.
Ron's growl was completely unhuman. "FUCKING FUCK!"
"We taste good combined," she said, giving the piece of fabric another lick. "My own has practically disappeared, though."
Unable to resist anymore, Ron pushed her to the bed, and, situating himself between her parted thighs, penetrated her in one hard stroke.
"Ooh!" she moaned, arching her back.
"You're — being — a bloody — tease, Hermione," Ron said, punctuating every word with a hard thrust. His cock twitched happily, surrounded by her wet, tight twat which seemed to welcome it in, and began to fuck her hard into the mattress. "You like our juices combined, eh?" he asked with a groan, supporting his body in one hand while with the other clutched her hip almost painfully. "Do you?" he pressed, when her only response were moans.
"Oh, oh, Ron, yes. Oh, yes!"
"Then I'll give you a fresh sample," he said. He took his cock out, which was now glistening with her juices, and then, crawling over her, straddled her chest, his balls brushing against her tits.
Hermione looked up at his cock, which was above her face, and then at his eyes.
Knowing what he wanted, she scooted up the bed a bit, so her head was against the headboard. Ron lowered his hips a bit more and then, using his hand, angled his cock and pointed it to her mouth.
"Open wide, Hermione." She did. Ron slid its head inside until its tip touched the ceil of her mouth. "Now suck. Hard," he ordered, his eyes still fixed on hers.
Slowly, Hermione began to suck on his cock, causing Ron to groan in pleasure. Ron rocked his hips a bit, encouraging her. Hermione began to take a bit more and lick it with her tongue. Ron knew she was tasting herself on his cock and that drove him even more wild.
"You like it like that, Hermione? Tasting your cunt juices on my hard cock as I fuck your sweet, hot mouth?"
Hermione moaned and nodded, her eyes reflecting the lust that overwhelmed her at their actions and Ron's dirty talk. It was also too much for Ron. Frustrated by her slow blowjob, he began to fuck her face, slowly at first, his tip barely entering her throat. She moaned at this, and that broke any restraint Ron could keep. He began to rock his hips harder, thrusting into her mouth with force, hitting the back of her throat every time. Hermione responded by sucking harder and stared kneading his balls and squeezing his ass encouragingly.
"Oh, fuck, yes, yes. Suck it. Oh, suck it, Hermione. Fuck, I'm gonna cum down your throat and then I'm gonna fuck that hot, tight pussy of yours 'till I cum again. And maybe then I'll have some for your tight ass," he blurted out.
"Mmmh," was Hermione response. If anything, she seemed even more eager for his cum. And so, Ron decided he wouldn't wait to give it to her. He thrust even harder, caressing her head as he fucked her mouth. He could feel his climax building up and knew it would be a strong one.
"Look — at — me," he growled, in the verge of cumming. Hermione did as told, and, when their gazes met, he shoved his cock as deep as he could and let go, releasing spurt after spurt of cum into her waiting mouth. "Oh, fuck, yesssss! Yes, suck it, suck it!" he groaned as he unloaded, his entire body tingling with overwhelming pleasure.
Hermione kept sucking him until he was completely spent, and, when Ron finally retreated, she kissed the tip playfully. Ron didn't even go soft at all.
"Delicious," was the only thing she said.
Hastily, Ron moved down her body and kissed her hard, tasting the traces of his own semen in her mouth, while he put his lower body between her thighs. Hermione immediately put her legs around him.
"Do it, Ron," she said between frantic kisses. "Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Ron went at it harder, relishing in the exquisite tightness and warmth of her snug cunt. She seemed to want to milk him every time he retreated, and the feeling of stretching her open when he plunged in, as his balls slapped against her ass was making his head spin in pleasure.
Hermione put her hands around him and grabbed his firm buttocks, forcing him more into her, as if she wanted their bodies to melt into one another. Ron groaned again into her mouth and then raised his torso and watched her, lost in the throes of passion. Her tits were wobbling with the force of his fucking, and he couldn't help but move the hand on her hip to squeeze them.
"Fuck, love these tits," he muttered between clenching teeth. "Love how round and firm they are, love squeezing them hard while I fuck your pussy!"
"Aah, oh, Ron … ohh, yes, squeeze them and don't stop. Don't ever stop! I'm so close! So close!"
"Fuck, me too. Cum for me, Hermione. Cum for me so I can fill your twat with all my cum."
"Oh Ron! Ron!" she screamed, and then he felt clenching him, and her entire body spasmed under his. The grip on his cock was maddening and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold on.
"Fuck, cumming too!" he shouted and squeezed her breast really hard when his cock swelled and began to shoot his spunk into her willing body, thrusting into her hard a few times before falling on top of her, both of them panting heavily.
"Mmh, Ron," she purred, her fingers drawing patterns on his sweaty back. "I came so hard," she muttered contentedly. "You give me the most wonderful orgasms."
"And you make me cum like mad," he replied, pecking her on the lips. "Your pussy feels incredible," he added, moving his hips a bit. He was still half-hard, but he knew it wouldn't stay like that for long inside her. And that was okay with him, because he wanted more. Much more.
She smiled at him and, cupping his face drew him for a sweet, long kiss. Ron started caressed her sides before grabbing her breasts again, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. She let out a soft whimper, and her pussy clenched around him, making him harden again.
She stared into his eyes, her mouth slightly open. Fuck, she looked so delectable!
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you too. And I want you. Again. And again."
"I know."
"Do you want to, Hermione?" he asked, rocking his hips a bit. "Do you want me to fuck you again, from behind? To have me thrusting as deep as possible into your hungry cunt while my hips slam into your soft, round ass?"
"Yes. Oh, yes, Ron. Let's do it again," she said, and began to squirm under him to move.
"Fuck, you're so eager for my cock," he said, getting off her and kneeling on the bed.
"Yes, I am. I am," she said in a needy tone. As soon as she could move, she turned over and got on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, offering himself to him completely. Ron stared at her round, fantastic ass, and her open, slick, pretty pussy. Her scent reached his nose and his cock twitched again.
"Fuck, you're so hot. Gonna give it to you hard," he stated, and, grabbing her by her hips, he positioned himself and buried himself into her completely in one go.
"Oh, God, Ron! Yes! Oh, yes, you're so deep!"
"Fuuuck, you feel so fucking good!" he exclaimed as he began to move purposely inside her.
"Oh … oh, aah, Ron ..." she moaned, lowering her upper body so she was even more open to him.
Ron clenched his teeth and really drove into her, his hands still clutching her hips but making frequent detours to her back and over her round cheeks, while his eyes remained fixed on her bum, watching his cock go in and out of her, her vaginal lips clinging to it as it slid out.
As time passed and his thrust became harder and more erratic, Ron moved his hands to her ass to fully grab and feel it, revelling in her roundness and softness. He parted her ass cheeks, allowing him a better view of his cock penetrating her. It also allowed her to see her puckered asshole, as the moonlight fell directly over her body, giving it a silver halo that only made her more desirable.
He stared at that little pucker, knowing how tight it felt. He could remember the image of his cock entering that little, incredibly snug hole, and he shivered, thrusting even harder into her.
"Touch your pussy, Hermione," he ordered her, his voice husky. "Touch yourself while I fuck you."
Hermione moaned loudly and she shifted a bit, and a moment later Ron felt her fingers graze his cock as he thrust into her. He groaned at the feeling. Her body squirmed under his assault, and her moans became more intense, and he knew she was caressing her clit.
"Yes, like that," he said, every nerve of his body alive with pleasure. "I want to see you cum hard."
"Ron … Oh, Ron …" she moaned, and he felt her fingers move and caress him again. She cupped his balls in her hand briefly, and he yelled 'shit!', thinking he was going to lost it right there, but, a second later, the touching ended and he knew she was touching herself again.
"Fuck, you want me to empty my balls in your tight cunt, don't you?" he asked, and before she could answer, he put one finger against her butthole and pressed into it until it went inside to the first knuckle.
"OOH, RON!" she screamed, and turned her head to look at him. He looked back at her, at her expression, and knew she was completely gone, enslaved to the pleasure taking control of her body. "Yes, yes, I want you to empty your balls into me, to paint me white with your hot cum! Oh, aah, don't stop! And — ooh — push you finger deeper! Fuck my ass with it!"
"Fuck!" he shouted, and, in sync with his next thrust, he buried his finger in her tight rectum, feeling her muscles clench around him, a reminder of how good his cock had felt in there. He felt his balls tighten, and knew it wouldn't be long, but he needn't worry about that, because, by the way Hermione was looking at him, he knew she was just there.
"Rooon …" she said in a strangled moan. Ron gave her a long, powerful thrust, and moved his finger inside her ass, fast. Her entire body started to shake, and, if she had felt tight before, it was nothing compared to how she felt now.
"Oh, oh, God, Ron, I'm — oh, I'm about to cum, Ron, I'm cumming!" she told him, her eyes fixed on his face.
"Yes, yes, cum! Cum for me!" he ordered, fucking her harder with both his cock and his finger, relishing in the incredible tightness of her two holes.
Her eyes opened wide, and then she buried her head in the pillow and let out a very loud scream as her entire body surrendered to the pleasure of her orgasm.
Ron thrust into her even more powerfully, and then let himself go, too, shooting another load of semen directly into her tight, wet channel while he also screamed in pleasure.
They fell onto the bed, their bodies next to each other, eyes closed and chests heaving as they panted hard.
"Fuck, that was — awesome" he managed to say after a while. "You feel so fucking good, 'Ermione. There's nothing like cumming inside you."
Hermione let out a contented sigh and shifted on the bed. He opened his eyes to look at her and found her smiling at him, an expression of pure love and adoration etched upon her face. She kissed him, her hand caressing his cheek lovingly as their tongues played with each other.
"I love you so much," she told him when she pulled away. "I can't believe the things you do to my body."
He almost blushed, his chest swelling thanks to her compliment. There were not many things he was good at, except for chess. At best he was a decent Quidditch player, and as a student he was just average; his actions as a prefect wouldn't make him precisely a role model for future ones; he was an absolute disaster at most housing spells and though he loved food he would starve if he had to rely in his abilities as a cook.
But he was a good boyfriend to Hermione. He had been a terrible one to Lavender, but he now knew it was just that she wasn't right for him and he didn't love her. He had used her, and though he knew she had used him as well, at least a bit, he knew she had cared for him. He didn't really think she had been in love with him, as she had hinted, but still.
No, he wasn't the sharpest bloke out there, but he did learn from his mistakes (most of them, at least), and the moment he had got with Hermione he had sworn to himself he would do things right this time. Besides, he did love her, and so far, he was fairly sure he had kept his promise. He could see that he was good to her, that he made her happy, that he got her to enjoy life a bit more. And well, he certainly knew how to please her sexually, and so, all the other things that once had bothered him terribly didn't seem so important anymore.
He gave her a peck on her soft, plump lips. "I can't believe the things your body does to mine," he replied, sliding his left hand over the soft skin of her side until he reached her breast — her perfect breast — and touched it slightly, just with the tip of his fingers.
Hermione smirked at him. "And what does my body do to yours, then?" she asked playfully.
"It makes me hard."
Hermione looked down, at his limp cock, and raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't look very hard right now," she teased. And was there some challenge there?
"I've just had three powerful orgasms, you know."
"Well, you've had more other times."
Ron's cock twitched. "Are you telling me you want to go again?" he asked, his desire increasing once more. "Because I was thinking about letting you sleep, but now maybe I won't."
Hermione slid her hand down his chest, his belly, and finally grasped his swelling member, drawing a hiss out of his mouth.
"I don't want to sleep," she said seriously.
Ron stared at her for a few seconds, as her hand played with him, making him harden again, and then threw himself at her and began to snog the daylights out of her as the softly caress on her tits became rough squeezes.
Hermione didn't seem to mind, because she gripped him harder and began to stroke him, making him hard as a steel in a second.
"Merlin, your cock never stops amazing me," she said when he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck. "I must be the luckiest girl in the world, having a boyfriend with such a big cock and which is always ready to give me pleasure …"
"Fuck, Hermione," he grunted, and sucked hard on her neck, knowing he'd surely leave a mark. Hermione didn't seem to mind, though, as she just gave him more space and moaned loudly.
It didn't take them long to start rolling on the bed, sometimes with Hermione on top of him, sometimes the other way around, while they snogged and snogged, their hands roaming all over the other's body, their arousal increasing.
"Ron, eat me again," she whispered against his mouth. "I want your mouth on my pussy, please."
"Fuck, yes, love, I'll eat your pretty pussy as much as you want."
"Now, Ron. Now," she said almost desperately.
Ron placed her on the centre of the bed and knelt between her open thighs. He stared at her, completely bare and open to him, with her tits heaving and her face full of lust and anticipation. He moved his eyes to her pussy, with its trimmed curls on top of it, looking so becoming, so inviting. It surely still was full of his cum and that excited him even more.
Unable to resist any longer, he lay down on the bed and put her legs on his shoulder, leaving her open for him. He buried his face on her curls, feeling their combined wetness and the strong smell of sex, cum and pussy juices. He almost felt dizzy at the combination. "Fuck, I love how you smell, how you taste …"
"Ron …"
Ron started to work on her cunt, doing everything he knew it would make her cum quickly. She was eager to see her squirming under his ministrations once more, to send her over the edge, to make her delirious with physical pleasure.
He buried his tongue in her, swirling it around, tasting their mixed juices. It crossed his mind that it should disgust him that he was tasting himself, but the truth was that it turned him on. And well, if it was enough for her …
She let out a loud moan, and Ron moved his fingers to her swollen clit, which he began to stroke. She squirmed and moaned, bucking her pussy against his face, which he loved, and he kept fucking her with his tongue.
"Oh, Ron, fuck, yes, like that! Just like that! Don't stop, make me come! Make me come!"
Ron had no intention to stop, and just gave her even more, sucking her juices out of her tight pussy. He kept at it for two more minutes, pushing her more and more to a new orgasm. When he felt she was close, he added his other hand to the fray and, once more, put a finger into her ass, making her squeal in delight.
"Oooh, yes, yes, Ron. God, I love that! I love that! More, Ron, give me more! Aaah, God!" she screamed, arching her body and pushing his head against her cunt.
"Fuck, Hermione," he mumbled into her sopping wet sex. "Fuck!"
Hermione's moans began a crescendo that signalled her impending climax, and, effectively, in just a few seconds she was thrashing on the bed, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she pulled on his hair and screamed in pleasure, her juices coating his face.
Ron kept licking her as she came (not that he had another option, the way she was holding him), and even when her tremors subsided he continued, though avoiding her clit, knowing it would be so sensitive. After she relaxed, he was going to move, but Hermione grabbed his hair again a stopped him from taking his head from between her legs.
"No," she said, still breathing heavily. "Keep going, Ron. I want you do to it to me again."
"Fuck."
"Just wait a bit before touching my clit, it's too sensitive right now. But meanwhile …" Ron looked up at her, and she gave him such a sultry look he though the would cum against the bed just by staring at her eyes. Disentangling her legs from his shoulders, she turned over onto her front, giving him a new view of her perfect ass. She turned her head to look at him over his shoulder and, while staring into his eyes, she put one hand on her asscheeks and parted them, giving him an unobstructed view of her asshole. "Lick me there, Ron."
"Oh, fuck!"
He put his hands on her ass and kneaded it, enjoying the softness of her twin mounds. Then, without wasting any time, he lowered his head, and after biting her bum teasingly, making her moan, he began to circle her puckered hole with his tongue, exciting her and making her raise her ass towards his face.
"Don't tease me, Ron."
"But I love to," he replied, his voice muffled by her ass. However, he stopped playing and pressed his tongue into her hole, her muscles pushing back against it. Ron persevered, though, and put more force into it. When he felt her hole give in and let him entrance, he almost moaned, tasting her unique taste. Squeezing her cheeks with his hands, he parted them a bit more, allowing him more access, and began to move his tongue inside her asshole the same way he had done in her pussy.
"Oh, yes, Ron, yes! Lick my ass, put your tongue deep into it!"
Fucking hell, he thought, as he did exactly what she was asking him. She was bucking her bum into his face, which made doing this a bit complicated, but he was up to the challenge. Fuck, he loved tonguing her asshole, the idea that she liked having things moving in there sending shivers of pleasure down his body and right to his cock.
For a few minutes he kept at this, kneading as squeezing her ass while he tongue-fucked her, but, eventually, she wanted more.
"I'm ready now," she moaned, her voice almost muffled by his pillow. "Touch my pussy too, Ron."
Ron thrust his tongue deep inside and then retreated, intending to licking her pussy again from behind, but she would have none of that. Reaching back with her left arm he grabbed his hair and stopped it from moving. "I didn't tell you to stop licking my asshole!" she scolded him. "Keep going and just use your fingers in my pussy!"
"Yes, Ma'am," he said jokingly, turned on by her bossiness, and resumed his previous activity. He moved his right hand to her pussy and started fingering her, slowly at first. He felt her hole clench around his finger and growled between the soft globes of her ass.
"Oh, yesss," she hissed in pleasure. "Harder, Ron. Faster."
Ron kept fingering and tonguing her, going faster and faster. Soon her juices were flowing out her hole onto his hand and his sheets. Then Ron extracted his finger, making her whimper in protest, and changed it for his middle one, which was longer and thicker. He thrust it into her twice and then used his thumb to stroke her clit. Hermione screamed into his pillow.
"OH, OHH, RON! More! MORE! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she shouted, bucking her hips uncontrollably. Ron kept pleasuring her, silently encouraging her to cum so he could fuck her again.
With the sense overload Ron was giving her, it didn't take long for Hermione to finish, screaming hard, and during her climax Ron didn't stop tonguing her or finger-fucking her pussy.
"Oh, Ron, Gods …" she moaned when he regained some control of her body. "That wa— OH, FUCK!"
Unable to resist it anymore, Ron had thrown himself on top of her and had buried his cock in her pussy from behind. In just one stroke. Hard.
"Fuck, yeah! So hot and tight!" he groaned as he began to move inside her, rutting hard against her soft ass, the sound of his hips slamming against her cheeks almost as exciting as the penetration itself.
"Oh, oh, oh, aah, Ron! Fuck, yes, yes, yes!"
Ron slid his hands under her torso and cupped her tits, kneading them hard in his hands and using them for support to fuck her harder. He bit her softly on the back of her neck, making her cry in pleasure. "Fuck, gonna fuck you hard until I'm about to cum and then I'm going to take it out and shoot it all over your sexy ass, Hermione." He thrust harder. "Would you like that, Hermione? For me to cum all over your round bum?"
Hermione moaned again, clearly excited by his dirty talk. "Oh, oh, yes, yes, Ron! Whatever you want! Cum wherever you want on or in my body! Ahh, just — oh, just don't stop giving me cock!"
"I won't," he growled into her ear before biting it softly. "I'll give you cock forever, Hermione, until your pretty pussy is swollen and sore, and then I'll just switch to your tight asshole!"
"Oh, oh, God, Ron! You're so good … oh, so good … Fuck, I'm close again! Close again! Please!"
Ron sped up his movements, fucking her as hard as he could, the bed banging against the wall. And then he just pinched her nipples hard while giving her a few deep, very powerful thrusts, his balls slapping forcefully against her clit.
Hermione simply exploded.
"ROOON! Fuck, fuck, Roooon! Oh, oooh, yes! Yes, I'm coming again! Coming again!"
Ron felt his own control snap, and gave her few more thrusts before pulling out and straddling her thighs. Then he began to wank furiously over her clenching buttocks.
Hermione raised her upper body a bit, leaning on her forearms, and turned her head back to stare at him, still panting. She raised her bum a bit, offering it to him.
"Do it — Ron. Cover me in your hot spunk. Cum all over me, mark me as yours."
"Bloody fucking fuck!" he shouted. "Cumming!"
Globs of white cum flew from his cock, covering her cheeks on it. Hermione moaned again at the feeling, shaking her ass for his viewing pleasure as he finished unloading.
He fell on the bed next to her face down, completely drained, leaving her ass was stained with cum.
"Fuck …" he panted, exhausted.
"I'd like to know where you store all this semen," she commented conversationally.
Ron turned his head to look at her. "Dunno," he muttered. "But I love it, and so do you."
"Well, can't deny it," she said, smiling at him. "Tired?" she asked, caressing his back lovingly. They were both sweaty and smelt like sex, but neither seemed to care. Certainly, Ron didn't.
"Bloody hell, yeah," he answered. "You?"
"Mmh, a bit. I feel so sated … I don't think I can move."
"Good, 'cause I don't want you to go anywhere." With an effort, he got on his hands and knees and reaching over her, took his wand. With a last glance at her cum-covered bum, he cast a Cleaning Charm on them and a Freshening Charm on the room. Hermione shivered a bit, and Ron, a bit regretfully, covered her with the sheet.
"Thank you," she whispered.
He lay down next to him, and she snuggled against his body. "You're on my side of the bed, you know."
She smiled wearily. "Too tired to move."
"Mmmh."
"We should sleep," she commented. "Tomorrow is going to be a long night."
"Yeah," he said, a bit annoyed that she had mentioned that, taking him off the bliss he was feeling.
She raised her head a bit and stared down at him. "Thank you for tonight, Ron. For being with me."
"I love being with you, Hermione. I think it's obvious I enjoyed it."
"I don't mean the sex. Well, I do," she corrected herself, "but not just the sex in itself, everything we share when we make love and are together."
"I should thank you too, then."
"Well, then we just should say we're fortunate to have each other."
Ron chuckled. "Yeah." He fell silent for a bit, and then added, "You know? There was a time when I was sure I wouldn't ever be with you."
"Me too. It was a terrible thought, even if I didn't know how it was to be with you."
"And what about now?" he asked, curious.
She stared intensely at him. "Now I'm not sure I'd know how to live without you by my side."
"You'd do," he assured her, caressing her face.
"But I don't want to."
"Neither do I. I love you so much, Hermione."
"I love you too."
She turned over to face away from him, leaning into his chest. He put one arm under her head and the other around her body and fell asleep almost immediately.
— o —
He could have sworn he had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by Hermione trying to get out of his arms. He blinked a few times and groaned.
"'Ermynee … wasssleep …"
"Sorry," she said, getting out of the bed and looking at him with regret. "I need to go to the bathroom."
"What time is it?" he asked, yawning.
"Almost seven o'clock."
"Fuck, it's so bloody early," he groaned.
"Not too early," she replied. "I should go back to Ginny's room."
That woke up completely. "What? No!"
"Ron, your mother will be up soon."
"But I'm up too," he said, grinning at her and pointing to the tented sheets.
She huffed and shook her head. "Believe me, I know. I woke up with it against my bum."
"Oh, I missed that!" he lamented, hitting the pillow with his head. "I love it when I'm hard against your ass."
Hermione shook her head again, but with a smile. She crouched down, grabbed the panties she had given Ron and which had ended up in the floor last night and threw them at him. "You can take care of yourself with those. And hide them afterwards! If your mother finds them I'll die and then I'll kill you."
Ron, however, didn't find that amusing.
"Do not talk about dying."
Hermione's smile vanished at once. "Oh, Ron …" she seemed to undergo an internal struggle, her eyes moving between the door and the bed. Finally, she sighed and looked at him. "Just wait a minute, okay?" she said. She put her nightdress on, then lifted the privacy spells she had cast the night before and left. Ron stayed on the bed, blinking, not really understanding. Nearly five minutes later she came back and close the door again. She sat on the bed and motioned for him to give her some space. Ron got closer to the wall and Hermione got into the bed again. She propped herself on one elbow and looked at Ron. "Are you all right?" she asked him.
He nodded. "Yeah."
"I know we'll be facing a great danger tonight, but I'm not going anywhere, Ron. I'm coming back to you."
Ron gulped, swallowing the painful lump that had formed in his throat, and just nodded, not trusting his mouth in that moment.
She grasped his hand in hers. "Promise me that you'll come back to me, too. That no Death Eater, nor Voldemort himself, will keep you away from me."
"Have you got to say the name?" he asked, grimacing.
"Ron."
He sighed. "I can't promise that, Hermione."
He felt her hand shake around his, and her eyes moistened.
"I don't want to make promises I don't know if I can't keep. That was something I promised myself the day we kissed for the first time. But I can promise you that I'll fight with all my might to come back to you. Always."
Hermione just stared at him, her eyes bright, and then she threw herself at him and kissed him with all her heart.
Their kiss intensified. They rolled on the bed, clinging to each other almost desperately. Feeling a renewed new for her, Ron lifted her nightdress to get her naked, and, soon, she was riding him, while he grabbed her hips to help her move, their eyes fixed on each other's.
Their lovemaking, contrarily to the sex they had enjoyed before falling asleep, wasn't frenzied, but slow, and yet there was some sort of desperation in the way they held gazes, in the way he grabbed her hips or she clutched his shoulders.
As the minutes went by, however, Hermione's movements became faster, and her breathing more ragged. Ron could almost feel the need taking control of her body, demanding that she moved faster and harder, and that made his own lust increase. He could feel his balls tightening, wanting to release their load into Hermione's cunt.
"Ron … Ron, I love you … So much, so much, Ron …" she moaned, almost sobbing.
"Fuck, me too, Hermione. I want this forever. Forever … oh, fuck!"
Slamming her body down with force, Hermione came hard, her head tilted backwards as her hips rocked erratically. Ron contemplated her, agape. She was so pretty, so sexy, the way she opened her mouth, the way her breasts bounced, the way her pussy slid up and down his cock …
"Fuck!" he shouted as he too came, thrusting upwards until they both were spent and she, unable to stay up, fell onto his chest. Ron embraced her immediately, covering her cheeks in kisses and making her giggle. She lifted her head and looked down at him, a smile on her face.
"I love you," he told her.
"I know. And we'll be all right. You and me and Harry. And your family. All of us."
Hope you liked it. See you around next weekend or so for the next update!