Chapter 1: Prefects Shagging

"What the bloody hell is this?!"

Ron and Hermione jerked apart from where their heads were practically, yet platonically, touching as they bent over their shared homework. To a certain other party, the way the two best mates were curled up on the same couch in front of the common room fire may have been misconstrued as something far more romantic and intimate than it really was.

Ron suppressed a groan as he lifted his head to take in the steely and enraged eyes of his girlfriend, Lavender Brown, who was studying the sight before her with clear jealousy and more than a healthy dose of paranoia. "Studying," he answered as nonchalantly and as honestly as possible.

Next to him, Hermione prettily bit her lip, wriggling a little in discomfort. To her credit, she didn't meet the hateful glare Lavender was now sending in her direction.

"Won-Won, may I speak to you for a moment, please…. alone?!"

Ron was almost tempted to tell her straight off. Dare her to say whatever she needed to in front of the both of them. Dear, considerate Hermione bailed him out for trying.

"I can see when I'm not wanted," and the beautiful witch with chestnut curls rose with admirable dignity. "I'll…. meet you later in the library, Ron, if you're still having trouble with the essay." Shouldering her satchel, she turned for the portrait hole. Ron's heart wanted to implore her to stay, insist on it, but one look at Lavender's ugly gaze and he figured he would be better protecting his best mate by keeping her as far away from his girlfriend as possible.

"What's up?"

"Here what's up: I will not have that…. that hussy share you with me, Ronald Weasley! Get the picture?! It's me…. or her. Take your pick!" Lavender had out with it.

Aside from being shocked that Lavender would declare an ultimatum so bluntly, Ron glanced between her and the beautiful girl now nearly at the portrait hole.

He made up his mind in one second, though from how his heart was pounding, it felt like longer. Bloody hell, he should have made up his mind a lot sooner, for he was now going on six months that he would never get back. In a strange way, he was almost grateful to the blonde harpy for putting the choice to him so starkly.

Ron turned back to Lavender with a smile. "Her."

There was a clattering sound from near the portrait hole as the books Hermione was carrying cascaded out of her arms. Ron saw as she whirled around, her brown curls tousling out of her pretty, heart-shaped face as she gawped at him in disbelief. Her full, bow lips had dropped open in utter shock, though there seemed to be something almost shining in her chocolate orbs.

If Hermione was speechless, Lavender appeared utterly stunned. "Excuse me?!"

"H – E – R. Her." Ron grinned, leaning his face in close so she wouldn't mistake his meaning. "Get the picture?"

Lavender responded by letting out a blood-curdling shriek of frustration, before turning on her heel and stomping up towards the girls' dormitories. At the same moment, Ron felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. He was finally free! And while there might be regret on his part for so much wasted time and so many foolish decisions, he was determined not to waste any more.

Grinning, he glanced back to the portrait hole just in time to see a head of brown hair duck through it. Leaping to his feet, Ron pelted after her, heart in his mouth.

He finally caught up with Hermione on the landing of the sixth floor and halfway down a secluded corridor. He caught her by the hand and when he spun her around, he was anguished to see how she had been crying. He all but dragged her into a darkened corner and tugged her flush and tight up against his chest, causing her to brace her hands against his pectoral muscles and her big and brown eyes to go wide with confusion.

Hermione's mouth fell open prettily, as if to ask a question, but Ron didn't even let her get it out. Cupping her lovely face in his palms, tilting it back up, he crashed his lips down onto hers in the deepest, most passionate, most loving kiss he could muster.

He felt, heard, Hermione gasp in utter astonishment, and her whole body went rigid in his rapidly tightening embrace. Stealing his arms around her slender form, his palms sweeping along her lower back to encircle her slim waist, Ron held her to him by her hips for a moment. Then, he dared to dip lower, and he let one, calloused palm heavily caress and then cup Hermione's smart little bum through her Hogwarts skirt. He squeezed the tender flesh of her arse cheek, and he felt her breath hitch, the sound keeping her lips parted so that when he questioningly slipped his tongue in between the split, she let him in with no resistance.

It was at this moment that he felt the beautiful woman in his arms come alive, as her soft hands reached up to loop about his shoulder blades, then drape languidly about his neck, her fingers weaving themselves into his fiery locks.

"Mmmmmmm…. Hmmmmmm… Mmmmmmhmmmmmmmm….." Eyelids drooping, her lashes fluttering shut, Hermione let out an almost triumphant moan as she bravely dared to kiss him back. Her head tilted to accept his lips bearing down on hers again, though her mouth still seemed somewhat hesitant, tentative while sliding along his. Exploratory, as she studied – much as she did with books – the feeling of new intimacy with her best friend. Discovering what more could be like.

Relieved that she was at least open to returning his kiss, Ron boldly shifted his grip lower. While one palm still felt her up along her buttocks, the other scooped down to grip the underside of her thigh. He shivered when he felt Hermione suck in another breath where her tongue was now twined about his, and then it was his turn to nearly choke as he felt her deliberately help him lift her leg up. She hoisted it high, hooking it about his torso at the back of the knee, the fluid motion tantalizingly opening up her hips and letting Ron cradle his own against hers. No doubt she could feel the physical evidence of his lust, though if she did, she didn't seem to mind. Ron heard a giggle bubble up from the back of her throat, in fact.

Suddenly, she was squirming, and Ron gentlemanly broke the kiss at last to allow both of them to come up for air. Hermione was gasping for breath, her tempting breasts heaving and ballooning like a bellows under her white blouse.

"W-Wait," she stammered, voice and indeed whole body trembling. "What – what about Lavender?"

"Sod Lavender!" Ron grinned, his hand still groping her ass drumming along the flesh there, dancing up to the small of her waist. "I've left her. I don't want her, Hermione – I don't reckon I ever did. I want you."

He watched as her luminous eyes – big and brown – bulged and she leaned back a little, her hands still resting along his chest. "You…. you want me? You're…. you're in love with… with me?!"

Ron's answering grin was lopsided. "If it's all right with you." Expression now positively radiant and ecstatic, Hermione let out a strangled gasp as she happily threw her arms around Ron's neck and kissed him again.

The snog was even more passionate and out-of-control this time, and the embracing couple staggered back into the nearest wall. Hermione purred, and she teasingly wriggled her hips against the clear tent in Ron's pants. Ron growled and pathetically jerked against her, choking when he felt Hermione brazenly lift, push her hips back.

"Merlin's beard, woman….!" He barely managed to rasp out before her mouth was on his again, and any remaining blood rushed to his groin. Sod it.

"….. Ron? Hermione, we need you in – side…" Ginny's voice, followed by the rest of her, suddenly floated into the corridor. The youngest Weasley stopped dead at the sight before her, and it took Ron and Hermione a moment to lovingly break apart, their arms still wound about each other.

Ginny didn't seem quite sure what to do with her face: look shell-shocked or grin with smug glee. As it was, she cleared her throat: "We need Prefects to take evening rounds."

Ron smirked. "Piss off, Gin. You fifth years do it. Corner needs the experience." He was pleased when for once, his baby sister didn't fight him on it, opting instead to let that knowing smirk now cross her face. She stole out of the corridor as quietly as possible.

Glancing down between them at the very compromising position they were still in, Hermione flushed beautifully down to her chest. Ron gentlemanly uncurled her thigh from his waist, gentlemanly setting it and her down.

"I…. I suppose we really shouldn't let your sister and Michael Corner take on all the…" Hermione's adorable prattling died in her throat when Ron caught her by the arm and turned her back into him. Hovering, holding back for just a moment, the pair of sixth-year Prefects sank with surrender into another long, deep kiss. When they finally broke apart, Hermione appeared positively thunderstruck. Blue eyes smoldering, Ron took her hand.

"Come with me…." he rumbled low. Brown eyes huge, Hermione nodded dumbly as Ron, silently and with purpose, led her by the hand down one flight of stairs and into another corridor…..

The Prefects bathroom on the fifth floor was mercifully deserted at this time of night. Only one shower could be heard running, steam wafting up from the hot, flowing water and fogging up the glass door.

Suddenly, a soft and silky hand slapped against the glass, the fingers curling for a moment before the palm dreamily fell away, leaving behind a dewey print.

Inside the shower that was steamy in more ways than one, Hermione arched her back, her toes curling and she let out a tiny cry of amazement as her new lover pressed her arduously into the tiles. Ron jerked frenetically from where he was now buried down to his balls in her sopping wet pussy, his head drooped low to rest against her shoulder. At the moment, his mouth was busy attending to Hermione's bare breasts, his nose nuzzling her cleavage as his puckered lips slobbered kisses along her boob before taking her hardened, peaked, purple nipple between his teeth. He sucked, and Hermione sagged her head back as she let out a groan.

"Ron…. Ronald….." Hermione's eyes sexily rolled into the back of her skull and she languidly looped her arms about her lover's neck, nails digging into his shoulder blades, urging him on as he continued to take her fiercely up against the wall.

"Her….mione….." Ron grunted, blazing kisses up from her breasts into the soft curve of her neck before meeting her lips in a kiss. He boldly cupped her other breast, the one he hadn't just nursed on with his mouth. "I….. I love you…."

She felt a happy sob hitch in her throat and her hips rolled, meeting Ron thrust for thrust. If she had ever given any thought to her first time, her deepest imaginings, her darkest fantasies had almost always included Ron making love to her and claiming her virginity. Hermione had never, in her wildest dreams, predicted that he would do so in the Prefects' bathroom, and so brazenly. It was exhilarating, and also so terribly romantic.

Ron broke their languorous kiss abruptly, large hands nudging down on her shoulders, urging her into a kneeling position. Hermione felt his cock slide out of her lower lips, and she whimpered at the loss of such skin-to-skin contact.

Ron's smile was smoldering and saturated with adoration. "On your knees, love."

Lifting her gaze, eyelashes batting prettily, Hermione's brown orbs expanded as she got quite a personal look at Ron's thick shaft. Had that really been….. inside of her? Her entire face flushed rosy pink. Ron just grinned and thrummed his fingers over the stalk.

"For the longest time now, you've always been the thought that's led to these," he crooned, utterly sincere.

Hermione averted her face slightly, blushing, though a goofy smile remained plastered to her kiss-swollen lips.

"I'm…. I'm a bit…. flattered," she murmured.

She heard Ron groan above her, before thrusting out his hips. "Put your mouth on me!"

She gaped at him, stupefied beyond words. She had never given any man head in her entire life, and wouldn't know the first thing about it. "I….. I….. I don't know how to please you…." she stammered, nervous and incredibly flustered.

"You'll learn, my love," Ron grunted. "Just put your lips around me and suck!"

Trembling, dipping her head close to his penis, Hermione let out a deep breath before she reared forward and experimentally took him deep into her mouth. Glancing up at him through her eyelashes, she was inherently pleased with herself to see – to sense – Ron sigh and moan above her, swaying.

"Mmmmmmhmmmmmmm….." Closing her eyes, Hermione willed herself to be brave. She surged forward, her lips puckered and shaped in a beautiful 'O' as she drew more of him in, until his cock was easing down her throat. When she darted out her tongue to sexily lick the upper reaches of his shaft, she gargled when she felt Ron's fingers dig into the damp, brown curls of her hair hard enough to pinch. He began to thrust violently into her face, the action making her choke and gag a little. Hermione opened her mouth wider, letting her teeth scrape along the underside of his member and she breathed in deep through her nose. Eventually, she felt comfortable enough to hungrily lick, tuck his balls in past her bottom lip, letting her tongue salve and massage them.

Ron was practically bucking into Hermione's willing mouth now; she could feel how his shaft was engorging in her mouth, and she knew from the way his legs were now trembling that he was close.

"Hermione, love, I…. I'm gonna…." That was all Ron managed before he released himself into her willing lips. Hermione accepted the torrent of cum and gulped down every last drop like a good little girl. The small bit she could not intake, she let dribble out onto her chin.

Coughing through the taste of Ron's semen mixing in with the shower water still spraying her in the face, Hermione was just about to rise up off her knees when Ron suddenly swung his leg over her as he did an about face. He now sat astride his lover, one hand assertively pushing Hermione down to all fours.

Hermione stared in wonder into the shower tiles, shivering as she felt Ron's palms burn a touch into her hips, which he now yanked up. She trembled with nerves and thrilled excitement as she had close to no idea what was about to happen. Aside from having never made love before tonight, she had most certainly not ever engaged in anal sex.

Hermione whimpered as she felt Ron's softening tip nudge her remaining virgin entrance. As if sensing her nerves, Ron caressed her spine, murmuring soothingly.

"Breathe through the pain, darling." She did her best to relax, trusting him.

She tensed up when she felt Ron's cock prod at the space between her arse cheeks, and she resisted the urge to tighten up. And then she felt it, the head of his cock slowly pushing its way into her ass. She squeezed her eyes shut against the burning discomfort and breathed unsteadily. Finally, the head popped through the tight ring of muscles and she and Ron both let out twin sighs of relief. He continued to rub her back and speak words of comfort, letting her body adjust to the new sensations. Reaching around them, Ron cupped the swell of Hermione's breast, his fingers strumming along her hardened nipple, while with his other hand, he dipped three fingers into her lower lips. When he began to fondle the dripping wet folds of her vagina, Hermione let out a sigh of pleasure.

It quickly lilted into a cry of shock as she felt him take her fiercely from behind, thrusting once to groom and ready her. "Godric! Ronald, please!" Hermione moaned, rocking into his hand. The faster he fucked her with his fingers, the harder she rocked into his hand, slowly drawing his cock deeper into her arse. She was surprised when she felt his balls resting against her buttocks, the motion of his earnest thrusts creating a delicious, squelching, slapping sound between their bodies and she tried to still her movements. She had never felt so full! And he was still growing! Ron grabbed a fistful of her bushy hair with one hand, using the other to grab her hip and hold her in place as he slowly pulled out before pushing back in.

"Ugggh…. Huhhhh… UHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!" Hermione moaned and began to cant her bum into his balls again, making pretty little noises as the man rode her bareback, as they both shamelessly played the Beast with Two Backs. The copulating lovers rutted against each other, by now low-level shouting.

"Who do you belong to?" Ron growled, as his hips pumped into the willing body beneath him.

"Y-You….." Hermione hissed with need.

"Are you my lover?" Hermione had never, in her entire life, heard Ron speak so roughly to her, not even tonight while he was so thoroughly shagging her.

"YES!" she threw back her head with a wail.

"Then say it!"

Fingers digging into the tiles, Hermione gritted her teeth and growled, "I'm yours! I'm your bloody fucking lover!"

Ron howled with triumph and pumped into Hermione frantically.

Her knees were knocking. She could feel her….. second? Third? She had lost count of the number of orgasms….. building inside of her. She felt her arse cheeks clench about Ron's cock, trapping him, milking him.

"Fuck! Hermione!" Ron roared as he ejaculated hard inside of her. Hermione felt supreme satisfaction, a sense of female pride, at making him lose control. She managed to wrap an arm about his neck and pull his mouth down to hers for an earnest kiss.

He pulled out before he could make her cum. Woozy, body noodily, Hermione pushed against the door of the shower stall and crawled her way over to one of the Prefect baths. She half-sank, half-rolled into one of the heated tubs, the bubbles covering her nakedness. Her brown orbs dilating upon catching sight of Ron stalking towards her, she trembled with yearning delight at the domineering, lustful glint in his eye.

"R-Ron…. we – we really mustn't indulge…." Hermione stammered, even as she shamelessly spread her legs for him as he stepped with purpose into the pool. Ron merely growled in answer as he assertively moved on top of her.

"Oh….. Oh, Merlin, please!" Hermione whimpered. "Please finish me off this time, right now, or I'll…. I'll scream! I'll scream, I'll screa – Ahhhhhhh!... AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!"

By now, it was like a reflex, lifting her hips to meet his as Ron brazenly thrust, moved about, inside of her. The slamming together of their bodies shagging in heat caused beautiful ripples of water to fan out from where they were having sex. Finally, with a cry of incredulity, Hermione Granger writhed against her lover as she came so hard, she saw stars. Parachuting down from her high, the bookish, formerly proper Gryffindor – now so thoroughly fucked - dazedly drew her arms about the man she had loved since she was a little girl, her voice lilting into triumphant song:

"Ahhh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you…..!" Ron grunted into her neck and rubbed himself against her again, until he orgasmed into her fluttering lower lips once more. "Ahhhhh, at last I know the secret of it all…..!"

The water in the hot bath had long ago grown cold. The moon was high in the sky, its light bathing the canoodling lovers still naked and pressed skin-to-skin.

"I can't believe you wasted six months snogging that cow…." Hermione murmured, snuggling up against her new boyfriend's chest.

Ron rumbled out a sigh as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. "You're just lucky I didn't shag her the way we just did."

Hermione lifted her head from his chest to peer at him. "You can't take it back now. You've exposed yourself: you've been pining for me."

Ron chuckled. "I have not been pining…."

"I'm your Madame Rosmerta…."

"Merlin help me….." Ron groaned. Tucking Hermione into his side, holding her close, the lovers fell into an intimate, easy silence. "OK," the youngest Weasley son spoke up at last. "Let's get something out of the way right now…." Reaching behind him, he fished through Hermione's discarded satchel until he came up with parchment and quill. He felt Hermione shift, squirm curiously against him. "Tell me…. all the books I have to read so I don't have to hear about them."

He adored how her eyes – big and brown – lit up like the sun. "Really?!"

"Except for Muggle fairy tales and the ones about pirates – I draw the line at pirates!"

Beaming, Hermione snuggled into him. "Ohhhhh….. this has been a great first date!"

"Only took us six years to get here!" Beaming into each other's eyes, they kissed chastely, soundly on the lips before Ron turned back to scribbling. "So: what's first?"

"Hogwarts: A History by Bathilda Bagshot – that's a must! Oh, and you simply have to read The Disappearing Spoon by Sam Kean…. R-Ronald!" Hermione gasped, half-laughed as Ron suddenly stopped his writing and submerged under the water. "What are you doing? – Huggggnnnnnnhhhhhh….."

Ron briefly resurfaced to grin wickedly at her. "Do you like it when I lick you there, love?"

Hermione's breasts heaved with lust. "Yes," she rasped out, before crying out as Ron resumed laving his tongue along her lower lips.

He was entirely too pleased with himself when she came with a cry on his face.