Well, Merry Christmas to you all!
I promised you a new chapter for Christmas weekend and I delivered! I'm so glad to have this chapter out, as I struggled a lot with it. Maybe it was fate, and it just needed soe Christmassy mood to get out .
It's not as smutty as other chapters, there's more Christmas fluff, but I hope you like the little game they play.
Chapter 34
Christmas
"Well, here we are," said Hermione's dad, turning to the left and parking in front of a one of the houses in the street. Ron looked at it through the snow that had started to fall an hour ago and observed it curiously. It was at least as big as Hermione's with a small patch of lawn in front of it. The house itself looked festive, with Christmas decorations on the door and light coming from all the windows on the ground floor.
"Finally," Ron said, feeling his ass a bit numb. Though it wasn't a long journey from Bedford to Cambridge, just about an hour, it had taken them thirty extra minutes, due to the snow. Travelling by car wasn't very comfortable (at least in a train you could walk and stretch your legs), but, as Hermione's aunt, uncle and cousin didn't know Hermione was a witch, there was no way they could have Apparated.
Well, at least tomorrow we can take the Floo Network to The Burrow from Hermione's house, he thought as he got out of the car. He didn't want to imagine how long it would take for them to travel to Devon by car if the snowstorm continued or got worse.
"It's freezing," commented Hermione's mum, rubbing her hands. "Let's go inside."
Ron looked at the house again, feeling rather unsure now that they were here. What would Hermione's family think of him?
"Ron?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, yeah," he said, following her to the door.
Before her dad could reach the door, it opened and a young, dark haired about their age appeared, beaming at them.
"Uncle Will!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him.
"Hi, Chris. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas!" she repeated, then released him to embrace Jean. "Oh, Aunt Jean, I'm so happy you're here!"
Jean laughed. "We saw you last month, dear!"
"Yeah, but it wasn't Christmas! Last year just wasn't the same without you," she added. At those words, the Grangers shared a quick look.
"I know, I know, but we're back for good. Now let me get in, one thing I didn't miss in Africa is the snow!" pleaded Jean.
Christine laughed. "Oh, Aunty, snow is one of the best things ever."
"Well, I'll agree to disagree on that one," Jean replied with a smile. When her parents walked in, Hermione approached Christine and they fused in a tight embrace.
"Hey, stranger!" said Christine when they finally separated. "The second time I see you in five months, I feel so lucky!" she commented sarcastically, giving her a sly smile.
"Yes, I know. Sorry for that," responded Hermione.
"Well, you've got a good excuse," added Chris, eyeing Ron with a smirk. "Hi," she told him.
"Chris, this is Ron Weasley, my boyfriend. Ron, Christine Lewis, my favourite cousin."
Christine rounded on her. "Favourite cousin? I'm your only cousin!"
"Which makes you my favourite one," joked Hermione.
Christine shook her head before addressing Ron. "Hi, Ron," she said, giving him a hug as well. "I've heard a quite a lot about you."
"Good ones?" asked Ron.
Christine's smile widened. "Well …" she trailed off.
Ron looked at Hermione, who shrugged. "The last Christmas we spent together was two years ago."
"Oh," he said stupidly, now understanding. He felt his ears turn red.
Christine laughed again. "Boys," she said airily, shaking her head. "Come on, get in, it's really cold out here."
They walked into the house. Ron followed the two girls to the living room, which had been decorated with a large Christmas tree and many lights, and where Hermione's parents were new talking to Christine's parents and the grandparents.
"Hermione, love!" exclaimed Hermione's grandmother, a kind-looking, short woman with white hair.
"Grandma," said Hermione fondly, embracing her.
"Ah, my two beautiful granddaughters together!" said then their grandfather. He was rather tall, also with white hair. Ron noticed that Hermione's dad took after him in body complexity, though his face resembled more that of his mother. As he approached them, Ron saw he was using a cane and that he limped a bit, and he remembered what Hermione's dad had told him once, that he had been wounded in the Second World War.
"Grandma, Grandpa, this is Ron, my boyfriend," said Hermione, nodding towards him. "Ron, these are my grandparents, Michael and Amanda."
"Ah, a pleasure to meet you," said her grandmother, giving him a hug as well. Ron was a bit surprised, but returned it.
"I feel the same," said Ron. Michael Granger gave him a quick once over, and Ron felt his nerves returning. However, a moment later, the old man smiled and offered him his hand.
"Welcome, Ron. Nice to meet you."
"Thanks, sir. It's a pleasure to be here. Thank you for having me."
"Oh, this is Monica and Charles's house, so, in any case, you should thank them. It's not necessary, though, we're happy to add more members to our family, I always say we're too few," said Hermione's grandmother, looping her arm through his and directing him towards where Hermione's parents were standing, next to the couches, talking to Christine's parents and another boy of his own age, more or less.
"Monica, Charles, this handsome lad is Ron Weasley, Hermione's boyfriend."
Monica Granger was clearly William's sister, though she took more after her father. Her hair was dark and straight, just like her daughter's, and her smile was almost identical to hers as well. Charles had a strong complexion and was tall, too, which could have made him look intimidating, were it not for his expression. He looked rather friendly behind his glasses. He was almost completely bald.
"Welcome to our home," Monica greeted him with a warm grin. She looked at Hermione. "It was time Hermione introduced us to you, we were starting to think she had made you up."
"Hey!" protested Hermione.
"Well, no, I'm real," he assured. "And I swear she didn't pay me to be here," he added on impulse, smiling lopsidedly at her.
Everyone laughed. Well, everyone except Hermione, that is.
"Oh, yes, make fun of me, all of you," she whined. Ron shrugged, still smiling. "Idiot."
"Well, I'm Andrew," piped up the other boy, stretching his hand towards him. "I'm Christine's boyfriend, even though she seems to have forgotten about me."
Ron shook his hand, studying him. He was a bit shorter than him, with light blond hair and very pale skin. He would have reminded him of Malfoy, if it weren't for his good-natured smile and friendly eyes.
"Sorry, honey," said Christine. "He's a bit of a drama queen sometimes, but he's rather cute," she added to Hermione, who chuckled. Andrew rolled his eyes, and Ron grinned, taking an immediate liking to him.
Now that the introductions were done, Hermione was embraced by her aunt and uncle, and then excused herself to go to the bathroom.
"Uncle Will, Aunt Jean, do you want something to drink?" asked Christine.
"Nah, I'm fine."
"Me neither, dear," added Jean.
"What about you, Ron?" Christine asked him.
"That'd be nice, thanks," he said.
"Beer? Wine? Juice?" she offered.
"Do you have coke?"
"Yes, of course," she replied, and moved to the kitchen. Ron followed her, leaving the other seven people in the living room, catching up.
"So, you and Hermione met at that boarding school you two attend?" Christine asked him, opening the fridge and passing him the coke.
"Yeah," nodded Ron as he opened the can. He had had passing thoughts along the years about how Muggleborns balanced the two aspects of their lives, but, for the first time, he wondered how they coped with all the lies. Apart from her parents and her grandparents, no one else in Hermione's family knew she was a witch. It had to be quite difficult. "During the train ride. Though I must say we had a rocky start."
Christine laughed. "Yes, she's told me that much. But well, it turned out quite right, didn't it?"
"Yeah, eventually," he said.
"Well, I'm very happy for her. We were always close, though, as we live far and I'm two years older we didn't see each other much. A shame, because she didn't have many friends when she was little."
"Yeah, I know."
"She was quite different from the typical child, a bit self-righteous and more than a bit obsessed with books, but she was also kind and very nice so I never got why no other child seemed to like her. But well, being rather strange myself, I've always found odd people refreshing. Normal ones are boring, in my opinion. Don't you think so?"
"Definitely," nodded Ron.
"So — what about you, Ron? Are you a genius as well?"
"A genius?" he asked, a bit confused.
"Yes. If you went to her school … It is an exclusive one you can only attend by invitation, after all."
Fuck.
"Er — well …" he started to say. Christine kept looking at him, and he felt himself about to start sweating when an idea struck him. "To be honest, no, I'm not a genius at all. But I got a place in there because both my parents attended it as students."
"Don't get offended, but it sounds a bit classist," she commented.
"I know, but it's really a good school. And despite the odd admission rules, I assure you all students are treated equally."
Chris nodded. "And you liked it there? When Hermione told me about it, I found it rather strict, not allowing the students to make or receive calls except to or from their homes."
"Yeah, it is," confirmed Ron, who was starting to feel nervous. Why hadn't Hermione explained to him what exactly she had told her cousin about Hogwarts? "So — what more has Hermione told you about me?" he asked to change the topic.
"Oh, not much. That you're funny, witty … and that you drive her mad," she answered with a smirk. "Is that true?"
"Yeah, I've got that ability. Though I must say she drives me mad as well."
She laughed. "Yes, my dear cousin can be quite bossy." She made a little pause before adding, "You've been together for two years now."
"Almost two years, yes."
"It was very nice of your family to let her stay with you during last year, while her parents were in Africa. You must be really close."
"Well, my parents considered her a daughter way before we got together, and, after all, we spend most of the year at school," Ron explained. At least he knew about this, and he could go with the lie without screwing up.
During their time in Australia, Hermione had explained that the spell that he had cast on the rings to protect them also affected their identities in a way that was somewhat similar to a Fidelius Charm, though not as complicated. Besides changing their appearances, the main effect was hiding the fact thy had any relatives. However, in case the Death Eaters really investigated and were able to find them, they wouldn't be able to tell them anything, as the charm had made them the Grangers had joined an NGO in Africa. Once the Grangers were back in Britain, Hermione had undone the charm, which had implanted false memories in them about talking to Hermione through the phone during holidays, because, though the fact that Hermione had stayed with the Weasleys while not at school could be believable, total lack of contact was not. It still amazed Ron how smart she was and how well she had planned everything.
Christine nodded. "She speaks very highly of your family. You are seven siblings, right?"
"Yeah."
"That must be quite noisy."
"'Noisy' is an understatement. You never get a moment of peace or any privacy."
"I imagine."
"You're not telling Ron any embarrassing stories, right, Chris?" asked Hermione, causing Ron to turn round.
Christine laughed. "Of course I am. I was about to tell him about that time you peed yourself in the zoo …"
"That never happened!" bellowed Hermione, her face flushed, while Ron laughed.
"It did happen, you just don't remember it …"
"Chris, that never happened."
She looked at Ron. "Believe me, it happened."
Ron looked at Hermione, his lips curved into a small smile.
"Argh, I hate you sometimes."
"Wasn't I your favourite cousin?"
"Well, right now you're my least favourite one."
Christine looked at Ron and shrugged, then she embraced Hermione tightly. "Ah, I missed you, dear cousin. Last year wasn't the same."
"Chris, we've only spent two Christmas together since I started school."
"I know, and that's not right at all, but — I don't know, last year everything felt — sadder, gloomier … I suppose it was because your parents weren't here, either."
Ron and Hermione shared a quick look, knowing the truth.
"Well, I promise you that, from now on, we'll see each other every Christmas."
"I'll hold you to that. You can't leave me alone with the oldies."
"See what I mean when I say she forgets about me sometimes?" interjected Andrew, who had approached them without anyone noticing.
"I don't forget about you, but we've been going out only for two years and a half. Where were you the Christmases before then?"
Andrew laughed. "In Oxford?"
Hermione looked at him. "Oxford?" she asked. "I thought your family had always lived here."
"I was born here, but my parents moved to Oxford when I was two, when Dad was offered a teaching post there. We came back here three and a half years ago, when Dad transferred from Oxford University to Cambridge."
"Your father is a professor?" asked Ron.
"Yes. He teaches Mathematics."
Ron nodded.
"What about you, Ron?" Andrew asked him. "Are you attending uni like Hermione?"
"Uh? No, no, I'm training to be part of the CO19 police unit."
"Whoa," said Christine, impressed. "And how is that? Hard, I imagine."
"Quite, but I enjoy it," responded Ron.
"And he's one of the best," added Hermione, caressing his arm and looking at him adoringly. Ron felt his ears burn a little, but his chest filled with pride.
"Well, it's good to know whom to call if we're in trouble, right?" commented Christine jokingly.
"What? Oh, no, I joined for the salary, but I want a quiet life, you know," Ron said with a smile. "So no, don't call me if there is trouble. But I'm available for gala dinners and such …" Andrew and Christine laughed.
"Hermione, you found a funny one," she said approvingly. "I think that's exactly what you needed."
"Are you saying I'm boring?"
"No, not boring, you just have a tendency to lose yourself in your duties."
"Uhm," mumbled Hermione noncommittally.
"She does," added Ron, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her towards him. "But it's good, because she keeps me focused. When I was younger I used to think it was a pain in the ass, but I've got to appreciate it. I wouldn't be where I am if not for her. I probably wouldn't have finished school."
"That's not true," replied Hermione. "You would have. With worse scores and more stress, for sure, but you would have."
Ron stared at the other couple. "She's got an unlimited amount of faith in me, my Hermione. Another reason I love her so much," he said, pecking the top of her head.
"Oh, you two are so cute," Christine commented, beaming at them. She stared at Andrew. "Why aren't you as romantic?"
"What!?" exclaimed Andrew, gaping at her. "What are you talking about? I'm romantic."
Christine scoffed.
"I am. It's you who aren't." He turned his head to look at Ron and Hermione. "A year ago, for Valentines, I bought her a bucket of flowers and her response was: 'and what do I do with this thing?'"
"Chris!" scolded Hermione while Ron laughed. Christine blushed a bit, but then shook her head and raised her chin.
"Okay, I'm not a normal romantic. You know I don't like normal things, so it shouldn't come as a surprise."
"I know, Love, I know," said Andrew, kissing her on her cheek.
"Come on, you four, to the table," interrupted Christine's mum, entering the kitchen followed by her husband.
"Do you need any help, Aunt Monica?" asked Hermione.
"No, no. Go and sit down."
"Uh, I need to go to the loo first," said Ron.
"Hermione, dear, show him where it is."
Ron followed Hermione out of the kitchen and along the same corridor that led to the main door, only in the opposite direction.
"Here," said Hermione, pointing to the last door.
"Thanks," said Ron, opening it.
"Do you need any help?" asked Hermione in a shushed voice, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I think I can manage, thanks," he replied, smirking at her. "Not that I wouldn't appreciate you handling my cock for me," he added in a husky whisper.
"You know I love handling your cock for you," she added in the same low tone, then leaned up for a kiss. "You're doing fantastic, by the way."
"You think so?"
"I'm completely sure," she responded. "Now be quick," she added, and, after giving him another peck, left. Ron closed the door and lowered the zip, relieving himself while he replayed what had happened in his mind. Hermione was right; so far, he hadn't screwed up, and he truly liked Christine and Andrew. While he washed his hands after flushing the toilet, he thought about how 'grown up' this felt, in a way. About to enjoy Christmas Eve dinner with his girlfriend's family, meeting other couples …
In a way, it was odd, not sharing this with Harry and Ginny, but he couldn't deny he liked it. It was — new, refreshing.
He exited the bathroom and followed the noise of conversations to the dining room, where everyone was sitting, except for Hermione's aunt and uncle, who were placing pots and trays on the table (which smelled deliciously). Ron sat down between Hermione and her grandfather, with Christine and Andrew in front of them. Monica and Charles occupied the two extreme positions of the table, facing each other.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Charles. "Time to eat!"
The dining room was soon filled by the noise of clinking silverware as they put food on their plates.
Ron, who was rather hungry, delved into the food, though not with his usual enthusiasm, he didn't want to look like an unmannered slob in front of Hermione's family, after all.
"This turkey tastes delicious," he complimented after swallowing a few mouthfuls.
"Thank you, Ron. It's my speciality," said Hermione's aunt, grinning at him.
"But it would be nothing without my special touch," added her husband with a wink. Monica rolled her eyes.
"As you say, honey, as you say."
"Ron, tell us more about you," said Hermione's grandfather, turning his head to look at him. "Will told us you come from a very large family."
Ron nodded and made an effort to swallow before answering. "Yeah. I've got five brothers and a sister. And you can add Hermione, and Harry, our best friend, as part of the family as well; so yeah, there's a lot of us."
"Seven. Impressive," said Hermione's grandma. "Your parents must love the noise. And I thought that Will and Monica were too much when they were children!"
Ron chuckled. "Yes, I suppose they do, though sometimes I don't know how we didn't drive Mum insane. Especially Fred and George; they're twins and an absolute menace."
"Aren't they the ones who gave you such a hard time when you were appointed as prefects, Hermione?" asked her father.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, they were. They like to invent pranks and jokes, and have an uncanny talent for it — they opened a shop where they sell them, which is an absolute success — and used to test them on first years while at school …" she explained, shaking her head.
Christine laughed. "Sounds like fun."
"They are fun — when you aren't the target of their pranks," said Ron.
"They can be a bit too much," added Hermione. "But they're great as well. All of them are."
Ron smiled at her.
"And you're training to be part of the police special forces," said Monica. "Must be exhausting."
From the corner of his eye, Ron saw Hermione's grandfather give him a curious smile. Of course, he knew he wasn't going to be part of the Muggle police, yet he could tell he approved of him becoming the wizarding equivalent.
"Yeah. It's hard, but it's what I and Harry —"
"— Harry and I," corrected Hermione. Christine shook her head and chuckled at her. "Sorry," added Hermione, apologetic.
Ron couldn't help but smile. "As I was saying, it's what Harry and I have been aiming to be since we were fourteen or so."
"But it's dangerous, isn't it?" commented Charles.
"Yeah, it is, but it's also an important job, and someone has to do it," replied Ron, shrugging. "I've got a large family, and I want them safe. And Harry … well, his parents were killed when he was just a year and half and he's always had that sense of justice about him. I can't imagine a better job than making sure other people hasn't got to go through that."
"Well said, Son," said Hermione's grandfather, patting his shoulder with obvious approval. "It's good to see young men wanting to do the right thing nowadays."
"His parents were killed?" asked Christine, astounded. "I always thought they had died in an accident, or something like that."
"No," said Hermione. "But he doesn't like to talk much about that."
"I imagine," commented Charles.
"Well, let's change the subject," said Hermione's dad. "Chris, how's uni going? You'll graduate this year, right?"
The dinner continued pleasantly. Ron learned that Christine was studying Economics and was working part-time. Andrew had studied Economics as well (they had met at the library) but had graduated the year before and now was working in a big firm. They had moved in together in the summer, to a flat in the city.
As time passed and more wine was drunk, the air got even merrier, and Ron felt himself relaxing completely as they shared anecdotes and told jokes. Once the excellent dinner was over, Monica and Charles ushered them back to the living room while Christine and Andrew brough trays loaded with more bottles and sweets.
"Well, it's time for some singing, don't you think?" Chris exclaimed, looking all around.
"Singing?" asked Ron, confused.
"Both Aunt Monica and Chris love singing Christmas carols," explained Hermione, her tone conveying, rather clearly, that she wasn't a fan of that.
"Well, it's Christmas, isn't it?" said Monica cheerily. She looked at Ron. "You don't sing at your parents'?"
"My house is already too noisy without that," responded Ron. "So no. My mother normally turns on the — the radio, though."
"Well, that's perfect! Maybe we can get you to love it!" said Chris excitedly. "Andrew wasn't a fan, either, but now he loves it."
"Well, I'd say 'love' is quite a strong word …"
"Nonsense, you do," interjected Monica. "Which one do we sing first?"
"Wait a moment, Mum, I want to make a toast first. Everyone, grab a flute!"
Ron and Hermione took the ones Charles offered them.
"You know champagne doesn't sit very well with my stomach, dear," said Hermione's grandma. "Can't I make the toast with tea?"
Chris rolled her eyes. "No, Gran, you can't make a toast with tea. What about some juice?"
"Okay."
Andrew went to the kitchen to fetch her some. Once everyone had a glass, Chris raised her flute. "Well, in this year in which we are finally reunited, now that Uncle Will and Aunt Jean are back in the country, Hermione has decided to join our celebrations once more and we welcome Ron as a new member — hopefully for a long time," she added, giving Hermione a pointed look and making her cheeks flush a bit, "I want to say how happy and grateful I am for all of you. Merry Christmas, family!"
"Merry Christmas!" everyone echoed.
Ron felt touched by her words and raised his flute, clinking it against the others', before taking it to his lips and sipping from it.
"Now, time to sing!"
As if they had choreographed it, Monica and Chris began to sing a carol titled 'O Holy Night.' Ron didn't know it, but after a few lines, he tried to go along, at least during the chorus. Then it was the turn for 'Joy to the Night.' This one he knew, though the Wizarding version was slightly different, so he had to stop at certain parts to find out how the Muggle one went. As they sang, the air became more and more joyful. Ron found himself enjoying it a lot, and grabbed Hermione's hand, giving her an encouraging smile — as she was just listening — so she would join them.
She shook her head, but Ron gave her his most charming smile — or what he hoped was his most charming smile — and finally she relented and began to sing along with them, though with considerably less enthusiasm.
After a while, they stopped, and Chris clapped happily. She sat next to Ron and threw an arm around his shoulders. "Ah, Ron, you're a godsend!" she exclaimed, patting his arm. "I think this is the first time Hermione sings with us! You really must have charmed her!" she added suggestively, winking at him. Ron felt his ears burn a bit, and Hermione's cheeks flushed again.
"Chris, please!" scolded her grandfather, though in an amused way.
"Oh, come on, we're all adults here," she scoffed, getting up and pouring herself more champagne.
"Your cousin is really something, isn't she?" Ron whispered to Hermione.
She nodded vehemently. "She is."
The party continued well past midnight, between conversations, drinks, jokes and games. And though Ron made sure not to drink too much — he didn't want to make a fool or himself, or accidentally revealing something about magic — he felt more and more relaxed as the night went on. He truly enjoyed playing cards with Hermione, Andrew and Christine and talking to them. Even Hermione had indulged a little, and he could tell he was a bit tipsy as well, like the day of the Ministry gala.
"Well, I think I'm going to bed," announced Hermione's grandfather around half past twelve.
"Already?" asked Chris.
"Dear, it's been an amazing dinner, but I'm seventy-four and my leg needs rest."
"I'm tired as well," added his wife, stifling a yawn.
"Well, I suppose we should get going as well, Chris," said Andrew, looking at the window, out of which they could see the snowflakes falling.
"You could stay as well," said Monica.
"Mum, there are only four bedrooms, and all of them are occupied," replied Chris. "It'll be okay, it's only a ten-minute ride 'till our flat."
"Normally yes, but it's snowing, honey."
"We'll be fine," Chris assured.
Andrew and she said their goodbyes, hugging Hermione and her parents, as they wouldn't be there when they came for lunch next day. Chris hugged Ron last.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Ron. We must meet again soon."
"Yeah, definitely," agreed Ron.
She smiled at him, and then Andrew shook his hand as well.
All of them waited at the door as Chris and Andrew got into their car, reared into the street, and then left towards the city centre.
"Well, time to go to bed, I suppose," said Monica once they were back inside.
"Do you need help cleaning up, Aunt Monica?" asked Hermione.
"Nah, I'll put everything in the dishwasher, and the rest can wait until tomorrow." She looked at her brother. "Will, I set the blue room for you, as always. Hermione, you and Ron will stay in the one in the green one, you know which." She gave them an apologetic look. "I'm afraid the bed is not very big; I hope that's not a problem. I mean, your father told me you share a room."
"It's okay, Aunt Monica, thanks."
"Yeah, don't worry," added Ron. As long as they fit in the bed, he didn't mind it was small. It had been a week since the last time he had slept with Hermione, at Hogwarts, and he was dying to have her in his arms again as they snuggled together under the covers.
After saying goodnight to everyone, they all began heading upstairs. Ron popped into the loo for a quick piss before heading to their room. When he reached the door, he saw Hermione bent over the small bag she had brought with her as she took out their pyjamas.
Ron stopped at the doorframe and observed how cute she looked, in that red and white woollen jumper and jeans, his eyes stopping for a second on her ass, which looked fantastic, despite the jeans being on the comfortable side and not tight at all.
"Here we are," he said, walking in. She straightened up at once, startled, and turned to look at him.
"Ron."
"Were you waiting for someone else?" he asked jokingly, closing the door behind him.
She gave him a goofy, quite un-hermione-ish grin, her eyes sparkling. "Yes. I was expecting my fit, sexy boyfriend. So you should leave, because I really missed him and things might heat up a lot in here."
Her words went straight to his cock.
"Planning on doing naughty things in your aunt's house, Hermione?"
Her look turned daring, even dangerous. "Oh, I've done very naughty things in worse places," she said, her voice husky. "You see, he's got this … thing, that makes me a bit reckless — and very wet."
"Fuck, Hermione …" he swore, a bit shocked. He would be lying if he said he hadn't dreamed with the possibility of having sex with her when her parents had told them they'd be sharing a room so Hermione's grandparents could stay as well instead of going to their own house, but he hadn't dared to actually hope it would happen.
He approached her and put his hands on her hips. "Well, seeing as you're a naughty girl —"
"Very naughty."
"A very naught girl, then, maybe you wouldn't mind having some fun with me first? It's been a while since last time I fucked a hot girl, and I'm not ashamed to say you got me quite hard, so we could — relieve each other, so to speak. I promise it'll be our secret; he won't ever know."
Hermione bit her lower lip, studying him for a moment. Ron kept smiling at her and slid his fingers under the hem of her sweater and the shirt underneath, grazing her bare skin. Her eyes fluttered close for a moment.
"You're being quite a bad friend, Ron, encouraging me to cheat on my boyfriend."
"I'd be, if I were his friend, which I'm not. I am your friend, Hermione, and you're an overachiever. I think you could satisfy both of us. You're always saying that friends should help friends, right? Well, I need help. And in return I promise I'll give you many wonderful orgasms."
"Oh, so you think you're good in bed, Ron? You think you can satisfy me as much as him? Because sex with him is nothing short of amazing. You would have to apply yourself a lot …"
"Oh, believe me, Hermione, I will." He leaned in and whispered against her ear, "I've wondered about how tight your pussy would be for years, and if you let me fill it with my cock, I'll give you unlimited pleasure. I can go for a long, long time, you know."
He felt shiver in his arms and his smile got wider.
"Sounds tempting, Ron, but it's still wrong …" she replied.
"I could convince you …" he whispered, his hands moving to her back and then sliding under her jeans and panties so he was cupping her round, plump ass. She let out a moan when he squeezed.
"Mmmh, you've got such a nice ass, Hermione. Come on, you know you want my cock as well. You like my big hands cupping your cheeks, right? Imagine then cupping your tits … or your pussy …" he added, and used his hands to press her tightly against his body.
"Gods, Ron, you're a really, really bad friend," she protested among soft moans, because he hadn't stopped squeezing. "But I must admit you feel really fit …" she whispered huskily, her hands moving over his shoulders and shoulder blades. She looked about to give in, but then, quite suddenly, she shook her head and tried to move away. "No, no, this is wrong, I love him …"
Ron smirked at her and groped harder, grinding his rock-hard cock against her lower belly. "But you want it, don't you? Do you feel how hard you made me, Hermione? I've wanted to fuck you for years, and now that I've had a taste of your body, I need more. I need to fuck you, to sink my cock into your tight, hot pussy and pound you until you can't walk and I've got no more spunk to give." Suddenly, he reached lower with his right hand and pushed a finger between her legs, touching her slit from behind. "Ah, I knew you'd be wet already. You really want this, don't you?" he asked, smiling smugly.
"Stop, stop, please … this — this is so wrong," she replied, her tone overly guilty.
"Tell me you don't want me. Tell me you don't want this," he insisted, taking his left hand from her jeans to grab her right hand and take it to his erection.
"Oh, gods!" she exclaimed, and then squeezed it a bit, causing Ron to groan.
"Tell me, Hermione."
"No, no, Ron," she denied, though she kept her hand on his crotch. "It's wrong. It's wrong, he could come soon …"
"But it'd be hot, won't it? Me and you, fucking while all your family is around, knowing your boyfriend could come and catch us in the act … Maybe with you on top, riding my cock. And I bet you wouldn't stop, not until you came …"
"It's — it's 'you and me' …"
"Shit, you turn me on so much when you correct me. I can't help but imagine how you'd bossy me around in bed ..."
"Oh, gods … No, that's … Gods, Ron …"
"Tell me," he whispered huskily, his finger moving over her entrance, rubbing it. "Tell me you want us to fuck. Tell me you want my cock, no matter who comes into this room."
"I — I —"
"Come on, say it. Say it, Hermione, and I swear I'll make you feel incredible."
"I — this — Oh, gods, yes, I want it," she admitted, surrendering. "I want your cock. I want us to fuck, Ron. It's so wrong, but I want it anyway."
"Shit, yeah!" he said, grinning. Despite it all being a game, he couldn't help but feel proud at having her so putty in his arms.
He took his right hand from under her jeans and panties and grabbed the hem of her jumper. "Take this off. We've been friends for years and I haven't yet seen your tits. That's not fair, don't you think?"
"I suppose not …"
Ron pulled her jumper up, and she helped him take it off, leaving her in her thin t-shirt. He stared at her chest, where he could see the outline of her bra against the fabric. Unable to stop himself, he put his hands on her breasts, squeezing. She moaned.
"Fuck, they feel very good," he said.
"They feel even better with no clothes on, Ron …"
"You'd like for me to touch them, wouldn't you?" asked Ron, smirking at her. "Tell me."
"I want you hand on my bare tits, Ron …"
Groaning, he helped her out of her t-shirt, revealing the plain white bra she was wearing. Ron's eyes zeroed on her sexy cleavage.
"Fuck," he said. "You've got fantastic tits, Hermione."
"Thanks," he said. "You're — you're only the second boy to ever see them …"
"Well, I'll honour that privilege but sucking them in a way that'll make your pussy drip. Unfasten the bra, let me see them fully."
Hermione did as told, acting a bit sheepishly, which only turned Ron even more. Once the bra was off, he immediately cupped them with his hands, giving them a tentative squeeze. "Fuck, they're so fucking soft and firm, better than in my wildest dreams. You make me so hard, Hermione …"
"Oh, Ron, your hands … they're so big … I love how they cover my tits … Mmmh …"
"Better than your boyfriend's?" he demanded, his voice husky as he kneaded them expertly.
"I — that's a rude question, Ron …"
"Well, you're letting your best friend touch your tits while your boyfriend is on his way here, so I think I'm allowed a rude question. Now tell me," he ordered, pinching one of her hard nipples.
"Fuck, Ron …"
"Tell me, Hermione," he pressed, lowering his head and taking her right nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. "Tell me, who handles your tits better?"
"You!" she almost shouted. "You, Ron!"
Ron smirked against her fantastic rack, and took even more of her wobbly flesh into his mouth before closing his lips tightly around her nipple and pulling, making her gasp in pleasure and rake her fingers through his hair.
"Keep your voice low, we're surrounded by your family, remember?"
"Let's cast a charm," she said, her voice laced with need. "If we're going to do this, if I'm going to cheat with you, then I want to really enjoy it. I want to scream, Ron."
"Fuck, yeah, I'll make you scream so loud you won't ever forget."
She reached for her wand, which she had put in the bag (along with his) and then cast a Soundproofing Charm on the room. The moment it was done, Ron attacked her tits with fervour, pushing her onto the bed and straddling her legs. She moaned and squirmed under him while he suckled and bit and kneaded her tits as if this was the last time he was ever going to see them.
"Oh, Ron, your mouth feels so good … Gods, you really know how to suck tits …"
"That I do. I love tits, Hermione. I should have been sucking yours for years …"
"Gods, yes …"
Excited, Ron moved down her body, peppering her stomach with kisses until he reached the waistband of her trousers. He unbuttoned them and lowered the zip, revealing the matching knickers. He lowered them a little and kissed the revealed skin, just over the beginning of her pubic hair. She kept caressing his head and moaning, and Ron felt his trousers about to burst. Needing more of her, he lifted his face to stare at her. She had her eyes closed, but opened them when she felt he had stopped.
"Ron …?"
"I want to take all your clothes off. I want to see your pussy, Hermione. I want to make it so wet you'll forget about that boyfriend of yours."
"Yes, please."
Quickly, and with her help, he pulled both her jeans and panties down her legs, leaving her completely bare to his hungry gaze. She kept her legs closed, though, a fake sheepish expression on her face.
"Open your legs. I want to see it."
Slowly, she complied, revealing her wet slit. Ron felt his mouth water, and moved a finger to caress it, tracing her lips up and down.
"Fuck, you've got such a pretty, sexy pussy, Hermione."
"My boyfriend loves to lick it," she commented in a casual voice.
"Does he?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"And do you like it when he does?"
"I absolutely love it. But it's okay if you don't want to do that — or if you don't know how …" she said in a far too innocently way.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "I can do anything he does, and better. I've known you longer, Hermione. I bet you I can make you cum twice in no time."
"Those are big words, Ron."
Roughly, he pushed her legs open and knelt on the carpet between them, breathing in her musky, delicious scent. "I'm going to eat your pussy so good you won't ever want me to stop."
"Please."
Grunting, he lowered his head and attached his mouth to her cunt, giving her a long, hard lick. Her taste invaded his mouth and he groaned again, beginning to eat her hungrily. He looped his arms around her thighs to keep her open and went at it even harder, his tongue moving quickly over her clit and hole before plunging it deep into her, causing her to flood his mouth with more juices.
"Mmmmh, mmmmh," he moaned as he ate her. Hermione squirmed on the bed, one hand grasping at her breasts while keeping the other on his head. "Fuck, you've got the tastiest pussy, Hermione!" he declared before continuing to feast on her.
"Oh, oh, gods, Ron, that's so good! Oh, you're so good at this! Oh, gods, gods, don't stop! Don't stop, I'm going to cum so hard!"
He moved his tongue inside her for a bit, almost making it vibrate, until he felt she was on the verge of climaxing, then shifted to her clit, sucking on it with intensity while lapping at it with his tongue.
"OH, GOOODS, RON! OH, OH, FUUUUUCK, YES, YES, YESSSSS!" she hollered as she came, convulsing on the bed with the force of her orgasm. Ron continued his ministrations, sucking her clit hard until she couldn't stand it anymore and pulled on his hair to detach his mouth from it.
"Oh, my god … Oh, fuck …"
"Good?" he asked smugly, panting a bit.
"Incredible."
"Better than your boyfriend?"
She seemed to consider his question for a moment, then tilted her head from side to side in an 'I'm not sure' manner. "Well, it was very good, but it's hard to tell. But you told me you'd make me cum twice. If you do that, I'll have more date and might be able to provide a better response."
Ron tried not to laugh at the scientific way in which she was asking him to eat her pussy again. "Oh, I was just letting you rest before continuing, and I've saved my best moves for the second round," he said, and began to kiss her inner thighs, sometimes adding a soft bite that caused her to gasp. He circled around her pussy for a couple of minutes, until he felt her getting very excited once more as her hips bucked, seeking friction.
"Ron … Ron, please …"
"What?" he asked, kissing her navel.
"Go back to my pussy, please … Give me more …"
Ron moved down slowly, licking her trimmed hair, then skipped her clit and continued down her slit. He put his hands under her thighs and pushed them up and apart until they were almost touching her torso. With her pussy and ass now on display, he shoved his tongue back into her hole before moving down and licking around her asshole.
"Oh, gods!"
"I bet your boyfriend never licked your ass, right?"
"N-no," she said. "It's — it's dirty …"
"Oh, it is," he said, nodding. "Deliciously dirty. But, as you always say, I've got a dirty mouth. So get ready, you're going to love this …"
And with those words he began to lick around her asshole, moving his togue in circles and then pushing against the muscle, but without penetrating her. She moaned and bucked her hips wantonly, almost trying to get his tongue inside. Ron smirked inwardly, watching as her pussy became wetter and wetter with desire. When he felt she was enough turned on, he moved back to her clit and began to suck hard on it, causing her to almost jump on the bed. Then he moved his right hand to her crotch and shoved two fingers into her pussy, curving them to touch her sweet spot.
"Oh, gods, Ron! Oh, oh, yes, yes, finger me! Gods, you're driving me insane! This feels too good! Too good!"
Pleased, Ron continued sucking her clit and fingering her for another minute, until he sensed she was on the verge of climax, and then slowed down a bit, taking his fingers out.
"No, no, Ron!" she cried. "No, please, keep going!" she demanded, using her hands to press his face against her pussy.
Ron resisted, though he continued kissing her pussy along her folds. He shoved his tongue inside once more as she bucked her hips, trying to fuck his face. He kept teasing her for a minute, until her need reached desperation, and then went back to her clit. In quick succession, he began to suck her nub, shoved one finger in her cunt, and then another in her ass, starting to finger-fuck both holes relentlessly.
"OHHHHHH! OH, YES! YES, RON, YES! You're so good! You're so fucking good!"
Ron grunted against her pussy and kept at it, pushing and pushing her until, with a loud scream, she arched her back and trapped his head with her legs as she orgasmed powerfully.
"Oh, oh, fuck … Fuck, Ron …" she moaned between pants as she came down from her high.
Ron put one last kiss on her soaked pussy and then lifted his head to look at her. Fuck, she looked deliciously, with her head spread around her head and her cheeks and upper chest flushed.
"Am I, or am I not better than that boyfriend of yours at eating your pussy?"
"Better. Definitely better!"
Ron got to his feet, still smiling as he took in her sprawled form, and then began to take off his clothes.
"Mmh, nice view," she commented, biting her lower lip, when he shed his shirt and revealed his pale, freckled chest. "You've got really fit. How is it I missed that?"
"Well, maybe you were too focused on that boyfriend of yours. But I'll make sure you don't forget my body ever again," he responded, lowering his trousers and boxers and freeing his aching cock. Her eyes focused on it, and Ron gave it a stroke to relieve the tension a bit.
"Bigger than his?" he asked.
"No," she replied, a teasing smile curving her lips. "But the question is: can you use it better than him?"
"Well, let's see," he said, straddling her thighs and putting his hands on her waist, caressing her skin. Then, to her surprise, he turned her body over, forcing her to lay face down.
"Ron?" she asked, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. Ron licked his lips, his eyes roaming over her ass and naked back, and then put a hand between her shoulder blades to prevent her from moving.
"Get on all fours," he ordered, the other hand moving over her supple ass.
"Are we starting with doggy?" she asked without moving. "I thought we'd start with missionary, so we could kiss …"
"Well, that's good for boyfriends, isn't it? But I'm not your boyfriend, Hermione. I'm your best friend who's about to fuck you. This is not about romance, dear. I want it hard and rough, and you'll love it," he explained, squeezing her ass cheeks.
"Oh."
"Now get in position, my cock is aching and I'm dying to know if your pussy is as tight as I've imagined in my wanking fantasies."
She raised her body, giving Ron the most fantastic view of her ass and arched back. Fuck, no matter how many times he saw her like this, it always took his breath away. "So you've wanked thinking about me, Ron?"
"Of course I have, and if I had known what you were hiding under your robes, I'd have wanked even more." He put his hands on her ass and squeezed again, moving them in a circle, causing her cheeks to pull apart periodically. "Shit, you've got a perfect ass, Hermione. Firm, round, sexy. I'm going to enjoy this so fucking much …" he added, getting closer and pressing the tip of his dick against the entrance of her moist pussy. He rubbed it over her folds, and she squirmed a bit, pushing back. "You want it, don't you? You want my cock?"
"Yes, Ron, I do! I shouldn't, but I want it so bad. Come on, fuck me. I want you to make me come again before my boyfriend arrives …"
"Oh, you'll cum more than once, my friend," he promised, and then, gripping her hips tightly, thrust hard, burying his cock deep in her hot, wet pussy, eliciting groans from both of them.
"Oh, fuck, Ron …"
"Bloody fuck, Hermione, what a pussy!" he exclaimed in delight.
"Better that in your fantasies?" she asked as he started to move.
"Much better. Tight … hot … wet … Fuck, I won't be able to stop 'till I've cum deep inside it. But before that, I'll extract even the last bit of pleasure from it." He made a pause and watched his hands as they made a detour to her ass. "What about my cock? Does it feel good stretching your cunt?"
"Oh, yes. It feels amazing, Ron. Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me roughly."
"Shit, I will," he assured. "Gonna pound this tight pussy so good you won't be able to get near me without getting wet!"
"Oh, gods!"
He gave her a spank, and then held onto her hips as he started to fuck her hard, his mind spinning with the bliss coming from his cock as her pussy gripped it greedily. He sped up, grunting at the image of her ass rippling with every impact from his pelvis. She arched her back more and moaned in pure delight, holding onto the mattress with force and pushing back to stand his brutal thrusts. Ron, seeing her like this, went at it even harder, losing himself in the feeling of her skin under his hands and her fantastic pussy as his cock pounded it into oblivion.
"Merlin, Hermione, you feel so fucking good! Oh, fuck!"
"You too, Ron! Gods, don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"
"Never! Fuck, never, Hermione! Shit, you're so hot, so fucking sexy and your pussy … Oh, fuck, your pussy!"
"Gods, Ron, I'm going to cum! I've never cum so quickly with him! Keep going! Keep going!"
"Yeah, cum for me! Cum hard!" he shouted, going as deep as he could. "Fuck!"
"Oh, oh, oh, Ron! Ohhh, I'm — Oh, gods, I'm cumming again, Ron! On your cock! OH GODS!" she shouted before burying her face in the mattress and let out a muffled cry as she came, her pussy fluttering deliciously around his dick. Ron gritted his teeth, trying with all his might not to follow her into the blissful oblivion that'd be finishing inside her and filling her cunt up with all his cum. He kept moving to help her along, and then stopped, needing to regain some control. His libido protested vehemently against such a decision.
"You — didn't finish," she said after half a minute, still panting.
"I told you, I won't stop until you can't walk," he said, and leaned over her, pushing her body down so she was lying on her stomach, with him still buried in her cunt. Then he put his legs outside hers and pressed them together, tightening her already snug pussy around his member. "Ah, fuck, you feel so good like this …"
"Gods, Ron …"
Moving her hair away, he bared her neck, which he began to kiss and bite, making her squirm a bit. He slid his hands under her body and cupped her tits, squeezing them with relish, then buried himself deeper in her.
"Ah, Hermione, your cunt feels amazing in this position … Ah, fuck …." he declared as he began to move inside her, his hips hitting her ass and making the most amazing noises. She tilted her head to the side, allowing Ron to nibble on her earlobe and neck.
"Mmmh, Ron, I love this. I feel so good, having your body around mine while your cock fucks me …"
"I love it as well. Merlin, you've got the sexiest body. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel my cock deep in your cunt for years to come," he told her, then bit her neck, making her moan loudly.
Ron threw himself into the fucking, moving hard and fast inside her, savouring every time his cock went deep in her. "Uff, Hermione … Shit, I love fucking you. I love fucking your tight pussy … Fuck, unghhh, fuuuck …"
She moaned even louder, raising her hips and making it easier for him to pound into her. Ron groaned in pleasure as he reached even deeper in her cunt, pushing hard against her rounded ass as he squeezed her tits harder. Fuck, they felt so good in his hands!
As time went on, their pace increased with their arousal and the volume of their moans and groans. Ron felt himself getting closer and closer, so he released one of her tits and slid his hand down her body until he was cupping her pussy and rubbing her clit, intent on making her cum hard as well.
"Ah, Ron, yes! Ohhh, yes!"
"Want to cum again, Hermione?" he breathed into her ear. "Do you want to cum hard on my cock? Do you want to milk me until I empty my aching balls inside you?"
"Yes! Oh, yes, please! I'm close! I'm so close again! You're so good, Ron!"
Her words spurred him, and he thrust faster and deeper, grunting loudly and animalistically. "Cum for me," he demanded, his voice strained. "Cum for me, Hermione! Milk my dick!"
As if she were waiting for his order, she arched her back and let out a loud cry as she climaxed, her pussy spasming around him and breaking the little self-control he still had. Exchanging speed for depth, he went as deep as he could a few times, then pushed hard into her as he exploded, letting her vaginal muscles extract all the pent-up cum from his balls as he made little, shallow thrusts. He buried his face in her curls, breathing in her scent and let out a hoarse grunt as he finished, shooting the last spurts into her quim. Then, sated (at least momentarily) he let his body sag on top of hers, enjoying the aftershocks of his orgasm.
After a couple of minutes, knowing he was too heavy for her, he rolled off her and onto his back, taking a deep breath and sighing in bliss. "Fuck, that was amazing, Hermione."
She turned to face him, a tired, yet satisfied grin on her face. "Uh-uh."
"So, better than your boyfriend, then?" he asked, looking at her.
She returned his stare and nodded. "Much better, Ron. I was so sure I had known the pinnacle of sexual bliss, but this was simply incredible. I suppose that having your best friend, someone that knows you very well, as a sexual partner has its perks …"
"Yeah!" he exclaimed, and raised a fist in victory. "I knew I was the fucking best!"
They shared another look and then they burst into laughter at the same time.
"Merlin, Ron, we're crazy. Completely and utterly crazy!" she said, grasping his hand in hers. "When I told you about 'my boyfriend' I meant it as a teasing game, I didn't plan on roleplay as an unfaithful girlfriend. Not that I complain, because it was really fantastic."
"I know what you mean. Every time you said I was better I felt even more turned on, despite the fact I was competing against myself and that, though it was truly amazing, I knew you were lying because we've had better sex. In my opinion, at least."
She nodded, agreeing. "Yes. The first Hogsmeade visit, for instance."
"Oh, yes, that was truly memorable. But I loved what we did tonight. It was different, and bloody brilliant."
"It was. I suppose we're simply good at being spontaneous."
"Yeah. That's good, isn't it? We won't ever get bored."
"It's very good," she confirmed. "And if you want my opinion, I think the word 'boredom' and we are absolutely incompatible."
He turned his entire body to look at her, and after, draping his right arm over her, he leaned in and the kissed, softly, but passionately.
"This is the only thing I missed, kissing you, though I've got to admit avoiding that worked well with the fantasy."
"It did, that was a really naughty touch you added. But yes, I missed kissing you as well."
As if to make up for the lack of kissing before, she initiated another, and they enjoyed it for quite a bit before separating. Then she reached for her wand and cast a Cleaning Charm on them both. "This wasn't how I had envisioned making love on Christmas would go, but I loved it."
"So you were planning on having sex with me, here?"
"You weren't?" she asked back, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, I hoped, but I wasn't sure. I mean, with your grandparents here and your aunt and uncle …"
"That's what magic is for," she told him, putting both her arms around his neck and bringing him closer to her. "So I can't have to go without sex when I'm with my handsome boyfriend."
Ron laughed. "Ah, so that's why you applied yourself so hard all these years? To make sure you knew magic enough so we could fuck without being disturbed? I feel so honoured, Hermione," he commented in an exaggerated tone, putting a hand over his heart.
She laughed at his stupid antics. "Idiot," she said in an amused tone. He chuckled, happy that he could always draw a laugh from her, and then they kissed again, savouring their closeness.
"You know what? I was thinking that we can still have that romantic sex you imagined," he said when they pulled apart. "I've cum just once, and I missed you a lot, so I can go again — if you want."
"You'd do that for me?" she asked in fake disbelief. "Oh, how chivalrous of you, Ronald!"
"Anything for you, Milady," he replied, bowing his head.
Hermione laughed again and pecked his lips. "That sounds like a great idea, but I need some rest first."
"S'okay, I wore you out," he responded, his tone smug. "Can we get under the sheets meanwhile?"
She nodded fervently, and they shifted so they could part the covers. Hermione stretched one arm to turn off the lights, and then they snuggled together in the small bed. He put his left arm around her, and she lay her head on his chest. Enjoying the cuddling, they looked out of the window, watching the snowflakes fall silently.
"Did you have a good night?" she asked after a minute of comfortable silence.
He nodded. "Yeah. The food was wonderful, and your family is really amazing. I was worried I would end up saying the wrong thing and would screw up, but it went right."
She beamed. "You were amazing, Ron, honestly. And — do you really think so? That my family is amazing, I mean."
"Yeah. Especially your cousin. She's wonderful."
"She is. She was the only person that I could call a friend when I was a child, but we only saw each other a few times a year …" she fell silent for a moment, and Ron caressed her back, knowing the subject of friends and her childhood was a sore one for her. After a few seconds, however, she came out of her reverie and added, "Anyway, my family loved you as well. I could tell Grandpa was really impressed with you being an Auror."
"I thought so as well. It's a shame we've got to lie to your uncle and aunt, and to Chris and Andrew. I really liked them, and lying to them feels wrong."
Her expression darkened a bit. "I know. It's the thing I hate the most about being a witch. But there's nothing that can be done. The Statute of Secrecy is our most sacred law."
Ron nodded, but then froze when a sudden idea struck him. "The Statute is sacred, yes, but you see, each country implements it in a different way. And you're always talking about changing unfair laws and such. Haven't you considered doing something about that? Relax the application of the Statute of Secrecy so close family members can know about magic?"
Hermione raised her head to look at him, blinking rapidly and looking awed and excited. "You think that can be done?" she asked. "The laws implementing the Statute are really old …"
"So are the ones about house elves, and you're not letting that stop you," countered Ron. "Besides, you're Hermione Granger. You can do anything you put your mind on."
She stared at him in such a manner that sent shivers down his spine, and, not for the first time, he wondered whether she was aware of the fact that she could get him to do anything, just to be on the receiving end of such a look. Because, certainly, there was nothing he wouldn't —
His line of thought was suddenly broken when he realised she was pressing her soft, moist lips against his.
"I love you so much, Ron," she whispered against his mouth, her breath causing his lips to tingle pleasantly.
"And I love you too. What brought —?" he started to ask, but she didn't let him, claiming his mouth in another kiss. So, instead of trying to talk, he went along with it. After less than a minute, he felt her straddle him and rub her body against his re-awakened cock.
"Fuck, Hermione," he muttered against her lips when she stopped so they could get some air.
"I want you again, Ron. Now."
"Have me."
She manoeuvred on top of him until his cock slipped back into her cunt, making them both moan in pleasure. He put his hands on her ass and caressed it as she began to move, kissing him again.
The slow, sensual way in which she undulated, her tits rubbing against his chest sends him to a world in which only Hermione exists. They keep kissing and moving slowly, wanting to prolong their lovemaking. However, as the minutes go on, their need becomes overwhelming, and she starts to ride him faster and faster, until she can't keep lying on him and she sits up straight, putting her hands on his chest for support. Her hips gained speed and she tilted her head backwards, letting out a loud moan of pure delight. Ron looked at her, enthralled, and moved his hands to cup her bouncing tits, kneading them with relish. Hermione responded moving even faster, and soon they were fucking really hard, both of them overcome by pleasure.
"Ron … Oh, gods, Ron …"
"Fuck, Hermione, you look like a fucking goddess … Ungh, keep moving, Love. Keep riding my dick … Unghhh …"
"Yes, yes, I can't stop … Can't get enough of you, Ron …"
"Fuck, neither can I," he responded, squeezing both tits hard to enjoy their fullness. Soon that wasn't enough, though so he sat up, changing their position a bit, and began to suck on her tits while cupping her ass, helping with her maddening movements. Hermione moaned loudly, putting her hands on his head and holding him against her chest, and rode him even faster, the continuous, rhythmic noise of her cheeks slamming against his thighs filling the bedroom.
"Oh, oh, Ron, I'm going to come again! Oh, gods, I'm going to come! Oh, ohhhh, gods, yesss! Yessss, just there! Just there! Fuuuuuuuck!" she shouted as she orgasmed. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in such a way he almost exploded with her. He kept sucking her tits as she rode his orgasm out, and then, without giving her a moment to rest, he threw her on her back and fucked her hard and fast, lifting her left leg and holding it against his hip.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, I'm about to bloody cum!"
"Do it, Ron! Kiss me and cum! Kiss me!"
Ron claimed her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue entering her mouth to meet hers, which welcomed it enthusiastically. His cock throbbed in her pussy, and, with a deep, powerful thrust, he let himself go and emptied himself, shooting five thick spurts into her. He kept thrusting until he couldn't move anymore and then buried his ace in the crook of her neck, panting heavily.
"Gods, that was amazing …" he whispered, pressing his lips against her skin.
"Mmh," was the only response.
After a while, he moved off her, and she cast another charm on them. Then, finally tired after the long day, the put on pyjamas and snuggled under the covers, ready to call it a night.
"I love this," she said, sighing contentedly, draping one arm over his belly.
"Me too," he said, kissing the top of her head.
She shifted a bit, getting more comfortable, and he smiled, turning his head towards the window. The snow kept falling outside, and he wondered if they'd have problems driving to Bedford the next day. Well, they could always move away from the house, leave the car and then Apparate to The Burrow, and come back once the snowstorm had passed. He had enjoyed Christmas Eve with Hermione's family, and now was looking forwards to having the Grangers at The Burrow for Christmas.
He smiled, happy.
"Hermione?" he asked tentatively, not sure if she was still awake, as her breathing pattern had changed to the one she had when asleep.
"Uhm?" she mumbled.
"Merry Christmas, Love."
She moved her head a bit and smiled up at him. "Merry Christmas, Ron."
Well, that's it! I've got to say that, despite how long it took for me to write this, I loved it. I loved writing Hermione's family, especially Christine. By the way, Christine and Andrew are briefly mentioned in The Case that Changed Everything, in case their names are familiar to you. And though the timeline of this story is different from that (as this one is AU) you can Ron planting the seeds of which one they will become the Equality Law.
Regarding the smut and the cheating roleplaying … It caught me completely by surprise, as that's not how the sex scene was going to go. But after Hermione's teasing, the Ron in my mind went this way. Sometimes, characters seem to truly become alive, and you have no choice but to follow them to where they want to go.
Well, Merry Christmas to you all. I hope to add more chapters soon (after Christmas). I'll try to give you the next instalment of Weasleys' Wicked Wonders during the holidays.
See you!