A/N: Guys, sorry this took so long to get out! I'm working on another project right now called "Revenge of the Kimono-Flapper" (I'm posting it here on fan fiction.net as well as on my site). Anyway, thanks all for the wonderful reviews, I really do appreciate them and they give me the initiative to carry on. ^.~ Hope you enjoy!
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It had become common knowledge at Hogwarts that Ron and Hermione were an item. Harry had become thoroughly disgusted by it all. They walked hand in hand every where they went, and whenever they were together it was as if he didn't exist. He was thankful that he had Cho and Quidditch because he certainly couldn't rely on his best friends.
Hermione and Ron stepped through the portrait hole together, entering the Gryffindor common room. No one was around as far as Hermione could see. Ron pulled her over to the couch where they'd shared their first kiss.
"Hermione, there's something I thought you should know." His smile was broad, and it didn't waver with tension, despite the inner turmoil within.
Hermione smiled up at him, taking his hands in her own. She could guess what he was going to say. She wasn't going to interrupt though, why not let him have a little angst? He'd certainly put her through hell and back in the past year.
"Hermione, I love you." He looked expectantly into her eyes, as if pleading for a reply of the same sentiment.
"Why Ronald Weasley, you look as though your unsure of whether or not I'll reply. Now, don't you know me better than that?" She giggled, which made him even more uneasy. He was visibly squirming in his seat, unsure of what she'd say.
She leaned in so that their noses were practically touching. "Ron, I love you too. I think I've loved you for a long time, remember my letter? I've loved you since you risked your life for us in first year." She gave him a peck on the lips. "Ron, you should be ashamed. You should have known that I love you. Silly git, you are!" Then she released his hands and pulled his face down to hers.
Her lips parted, allowing his tongue in and the kiss became more passionate. Hermione had been a quick learner, as Ron knew she'd be. 'How could she not be? She knows everything else in the damned world!' he thought.
His lips were sweeter than butterbeer, and Hermione sighed happily. She attempted to pull away from the kiss signaling an end to it, but Ron urged her on with an intensity she had never seen in him before.
Ron pushed her against the couch, pressing his full weight down on top of her. She choked against his kiss and he shifted his weight so that she wasn't entirely squashed by his body mass.
Hermione found herself responding eagerly to his kisses, terrified but excited at the same time. It had never been like this before.
Then Ron pulled away. Hermione groaned, slightly upset. He put a finger to her lips, as if to silence her. Then he let that finger trail down her body, first down her cheek to her neck, then down between her breasts to her navel. Then his hand stopped and he tugged at the oxford shirt beneath her sweater. He untucked it from the waistband of her skirt and slowly slid his hand up her shirt.
Hermione didn't know what to make of this. It felt good, but should they be doing this in the common room of all places? Just then she let out a squeal of pleasure as his hand rubbed against a nipple. He'd never even touched her breasts before. Ron was different tonight and Hermione wasn't sure she liked it.
Ron kissed her again, even more passionately than before. She kissed him back, exploring his mouth, but her eyes stayed open, watching his roaming hand. It had slipped back down her stomach and was resting at her navel again.
She had an idea of where it might be heading this time, and she wasn't sure if she was going to allow it. His freckled, warm hand slowly caressed her stomach, then her thigh, then it moved down her leg to the end of her skirt. Her eyes widened in alarm. He was going to do it!
Ron's hand moved back upward, under her skirt. She could feel it pressing her thighs open, allowing it further entrance. A lone finger had brushed against her panties and then she snapped her legs shut, breaking away from the kiss. His hand was smashed between her legs and she opened her legs up a little to allow it an escape from her skirt.
"Ron! What do you think you're doing?!" She sat up, angrily. 'How could he do this to her?' She wondered.
"What? I was just going along with the flow of things. What was so wrong about it?" He sat up too, looking at her anger flushing his face.
"Ron, I did NOT give you permission to go there!"
"I didn't know I needed explicit written out permission forms to explore your body Hermione. Other girls let me do it. Padma was particularly willing." Directly after he had said it, he knew it was a mistake.
Hermione slapped him across the face. Hot tears trickled down her cheeks.
"How dare you?! You know better than anyone else my situation, and I thought that you of all people could maybe be sensitive about it!"
She stood up, glaring at him.
"Hermione I--"
"No Ron! You're not going to get out of it so easily this time! I was raped damn it. Padma wasn't raped, so she had sex with you. I know you're experienced and I know you think it's exciting. But I was raped. And I'm not going to let you rape me too!" Hermione gave him an icy glare that hurt more than a slap ever could.
Hermione ran up to the girls' dormitory, leaving him there with an erection and a problem.
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It had become common knowledge at Hogwarts that Ron and Hermione were an item. Harry had become thoroughly disgusted by it all. They walked hand in hand every where they went, and whenever they were together it was as if he didn't exist. He was thankful that he had Cho and Quidditch because he certainly couldn't rely on his best friends.
Hermione and Ron stepped through the portrait hole together, entering the Gryffindor common room. No one was around as far as Hermione could see. Ron pulled her over to the couch where they'd shared their first kiss.
"Hermione, there's something I thought you should know." His smile was broad, and it didn't waver with tension, despite the inner turmoil within.
Hermione smiled up at him, taking his hands in her own. She could guess what he was going to say. She wasn't going to interrupt though, why not let him have a little angst? He'd certainly put her through hell and back in the past year.
"Hermione, I love you." He looked expectantly into her eyes, as if pleading for a reply of the same sentiment.
"Why Ronald Weasley, you look as though your unsure of whether or not I'll reply. Now, don't you know me better than that?" She giggled, which made him even more uneasy. He was visibly squirming in his seat, unsure of what she'd say.
She leaned in so that their noses were practically touching. "Ron, I love you too. I think I've loved you for a long time, remember my letter? I've loved you since you risked your life for us in first year." She gave him a peck on the lips. "Ron, you should be ashamed. You should have known that I love you. Silly git, you are!" Then she released his hands and pulled his face down to hers.
Her lips parted, allowing his tongue in and the kiss became more passionate. Hermione had been a quick learner, as Ron knew she'd be. 'How could she not be? She knows everything else in the damned world!' he thought.
His lips were sweeter than butterbeer, and Hermione sighed happily. She attempted to pull away from the kiss signaling an end to it, but Ron urged her on with an intensity she had never seen in him before.
Ron pushed her against the couch, pressing his full weight down on top of her. She choked against his kiss and he shifted his weight so that she wasn't entirely squashed by his body mass.
Hermione found herself responding eagerly to his kisses, terrified but excited at the same time. It had never been like this before.
Then Ron pulled away. Hermione groaned, slightly upset. He put a finger to her lips, as if to silence her. Then he let that finger trail down her body, first down her cheek to her neck, then down between her breasts to her navel. Then his hand stopped and he tugged at the oxford shirt beneath her sweater. He untucked it from the waistband of her skirt and slowly slid his hand up her shirt.
Hermione didn't know what to make of this. It felt good, but should they be doing this in the common room of all places? Just then she let out a squeal of pleasure as his hand rubbed against a nipple. He'd never even touched her breasts before. Ron was different tonight and Hermione wasn't sure she liked it.
Ron kissed her again, even more passionately than before. She kissed him back, exploring his mouth, but her eyes stayed open, watching his roaming hand. It had slipped back down her stomach and was resting at her navel again.
She had an idea of where it might be heading this time, and she wasn't sure if she was going to allow it. His freckled, warm hand slowly caressed her stomach, then her thigh, then it moved down her leg to the end of her skirt. Her eyes widened in alarm. He was going to do it!
Ron's hand moved back upward, under her skirt. She could feel it pressing her thighs open, allowing it further entrance. A lone finger had brushed against her panties and then she snapped her legs shut, breaking away from the kiss. His hand was smashed between her legs and she opened her legs up a little to allow it an escape from her skirt.
"Ron! What do you think you're doing?!" She sat up, angrily. 'How could he do this to her?' She wondered.
"What? I was just going along with the flow of things. What was so wrong about it?" He sat up too, looking at her anger flushing his face.
"Ron, I did NOT give you permission to go there!"
"I didn't know I needed explicit written out permission forms to explore your body Hermione. Other girls let me do it. Padma was particularly willing." Directly after he had said it, he knew it was a mistake.
Hermione slapped him across the face. Hot tears trickled down her cheeks.
"How dare you?! You know better than anyone else my situation, and I thought that you of all people could maybe be sensitive about it!"
She stood up, glaring at him.
"Hermione I--"
"No Ron! You're not going to get out of it so easily this time! I was raped damn it. Padma wasn't raped, so she had sex with you. I know you're experienced and I know you think it's exciting. But I was raped. And I'm not going to let you rape me too!" Hermione gave him an icy glare that hurt more than a slap ever could.
Hermione ran up to the girls' dormitory, leaving him there with an erection and a problem.