* Denotes personal thoughts
This is for everyone who begged for more Ron/Hermione action. Besides, I thought the two needed a little
time of their own.
Ron and Hermione Weekend Interlude:
~Friday~
"He's staring at me again." Ron hissed to his girlfriend, reluctantly ending their heated kiss and turning his head downward as he pointed toward his feet.
Hermione, on her way to being sweetly distracted by Ron's kisses, looked in the direction he was pointing. Yellow eyes stared at them from the edge of her bed. The quiet disdain on Crookshanks face was kind of humorous seeing he was just a cat. He almost looked disapproving at the couple.
"Ignore him. He'll get bored and go away." Hermione said, grabbing the back of Ron's head and turning his attention back on her. Lying on the bed, fully clothed at the moment, she leaned forward and softly kissed his cheek before moving onto his bottom lip.
A loud hissing sound came from the edge of the bed, distracting the couple again.
The demonic looking feline's expression, if you could call it that, was one of anger. His eyes gazed squarely at Ron, maliciously growling and raising the boys hackles in response.
*Bloody beast. He's out to get me, I know it. Won't even give me a moments piece with my girl.*
Using Hermione's bedroom for privacy, the perks of being Prefects, the young couple just wanted some time alone to be together. Before another crisis turned up, or another round of draining exams, or they got into another row like always. But unfortunately, bodyguard Crookshanks had other plans.
"Beat it!" Ron snapped. He aimed a kick at the cat hoping to knock him off the bed, but Crookshanks instead swiped at his bare foot with his claws. Howling in pain, Ron jumped back and helplessly slid off the side of the bed.
Dumbfounded, Hermione looked on as her boyfriend quickly stood up cursing a blue streak while her cat hissed and spit at him. Hair and clothing in disarray, and not from snogging, Ron held his injured right foot and turned his glare on to her.
"That monster goes or I go! I mean it Mione. He's a menace." Ron said furiously.
"He's territorial, Ron. He doesn't understand what we were doing." Hermione interjected, hoping to calm her boyfriend down. Seeing his red tinted face and clenched fists and Crookshanks ginger fur standing on end, she sighed.
"Oh, he knows what we were doing, the demon. Just wants to make sure I can't spend any time with you. The demon scratched me!" he griped.
"It's your own fault for kicking at him. You deserve it for hitting a defenseless animal." Hermione said, getting angry now that she thought of it. Flopping against a white pillow, she folded her arms and gave him a dirty look. The mood had certainly been broken. The bandy legged cat appeared to be smirking as he walked across the bed into his mistresses awaiting arms. He purred loudly as she held him in her lap and stroked under his chin.
"Fine! I'll leave you two alone, then!" Ron roared. He picked up his discarded shoes and hobbled out of the room, ignoring Hermione cries to come back.
~Saturday~
After much yelling and throwing of heavy objects (Hermione's part) the couple made up. And
much to everyone's relief too since a bickering Ron and Hermione was a fright to witness.
Although Ginny and Harry had a secret bet on how long the truce could realistically last.
Back in her bedroom, Hermione made sure everything would be quiet and romantic. After filling Crookshanks belly with a large dinner, she let him free to roam the school, making sure the door to her room was firmly closed tight.
"Finally, some privacy." Ron sighed happily, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply.
Wrapping his arms around her tiny waist, his hands moved up and down her back. He could feel
nothing under her pink jumper except her bra. Sliding a hand down, he paused, fingers splayed,
just above the soft curve of her buttocks. She gasped as he gently squeezed, his fingers stroking
back and forth in a erotic motion.
"Bloody hell, Mione." he murmured at the feel of her in his hands.
"Don't curse." She lectured, smiling against his lips.
He was so hard, he felt he'd burst if he didn't make her his once and for all. Her gasps and moans of approval egged him on. The painful erection straining his black trousers poked Hermione causing her to blush. Reaching out, he touched each breast, stroking softly. Molding them in his hands as she rubbed up against him. With his thumbs he began a slow, erotic teasing, pinching her nipples, cupping her breasts in his hands lovingly.
Hermione threw her head back, clutching the back of his neck in her hands for support. She felt faint in his arms and sensing that, he brought her body close to his, allowing no space between them.
His hands drifted softly down her body, over her hips, the smooth skin of her thighs. Jerking her up in his arms in what he hoped was a romantic gesture, he accidently stumbled over to her bed. Slipping because of his socked feet, he unceremoniously dropped her on the bed, almost falling to the floor. She blinked in surprise at his embarrassed face. Hermione giggled as he stared shamefaced down at her sprawling figure as they lay together on the bed.
"Oh, Ron. I adore you." she said, between laughs. His face lit up at her endearment and he bent down to kiss her mouth again. His lips brushed hers, teasing and tentative and very seductive. As much as they were fighting against hormones, they were both virgins and wanted to take their time and explore. His large hands moved over her back and hips, hard and soft. The feel of his hard malehood rubbing against her lower half made Hermione croon and heated Ron's blood to boiling.
His hand, of it's volition lifted her fuzzy pink jumper up from her waist and with a few awkward moments, removed it from her person. She blushed as she lay there in just a lacy white bra, but the absolute appreciation in his blue eyes said he enjoyed what he saw. Never taking his eyes from hers, he watched as she unhooked the clasp in the front of the bra. Easing it off, she tossed it aside, her flushed skin matching the color of Ron's hair.
She cried out as he lifted her upper back and lowered his head at the same time. His tongue darted out, flickering over the nipple. Rolling his wet tongue over and around, he lathed at the swollen bud before taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Running on instinct, Ron concentrated on pleasing her, her moans exciting him.
"I love you." Ron groaned, pulling his mouth reluctantly away from her petite breasts. He raised her skirts to expose her thighs to his touches, and his hands wandered wantonly outside her knickers. Her lovely thighs parted willingly to his gentle urging, letting him tease and circle. Slipping a hand inside her knickers, he was touching her damp, hot flesh, stroking the glistening wet lips, rubbing gently back and forth. She whimpered, gripping fistful of his thick, red hair.
Brain foggy with lust, Ron's hands dallied between her thighs, making her flow hot and wet for him. His finger grazed across the swollen treasure between her thighs and she jerked and groaned loudly. Her vocalness drove him to distraction and he panted to try to stay in control. He throbbed painfully through his pants, but her writhing against him as he teased her kept him from going mad. Just as he reached down with his other hand to unbutton his trousers, a screeching howl sounded down below the left side of the bed.
Ron and Hermione shared an expression of horror and dismay, the sensual mood stilted.
"I-I let him out earlier. He can't be-" Hermione started, turning her head sideways to appear over the side of the bed.
Sure enough, Crookshanks was there. How he had gotten in was a mystery, but he seemed to be holding something in his jaw. The couple exchanged disgruntled looks. Seemingly smirking, the large bean bag of a cat hopped up on the bed and leaned his nose near Ron. Narrowing his yellow eyes, he opened his mouth and out came a large, black object.
"SPIDER!" Ron shouted, jumping back as Crookshanks dropped said LIVE spider on the bed next to them. Hermione gasped as the spider crawled towards them. Seeing her boyfriends terrified face, she hurriedly snatched up her wand and got rid of the eight legged menace.
As Ron shuddered and stood far away in the corner of her room, she turned a discerning eye to her pet. He was a romance killing, boyfriend hating, birth control device. And if she didn't know better, it was done on purpose and not just because he despised Ron.
After that the mood was understandably shot to hell. Ron refused to be in the same room, let alone hemisphere as Crookshanks. He stalked back to his room to pout-and take two cold showers.
~Sunday~
The unofficial score was Crookshanks 2, Ron 0. If relations between him and the cat were bad before, they were now horrible. Openly hostile, the two couldn't even be in the Common room together the next day without one of them growling and hissing. Although most of it came from Ron.
While everyone in the room thought it was hilarious the two hated each other so much, for Hermione it wasn't a laughing matter. She loved them both. Two different kinds of love true, but she couldn't live without one or the other.
"All right, that's it. I've had it. No more fighting." Hermione scolded as her boyfriend glared at her pet and he glared back. Seating herself on the couch next to the scowling boy, she took his hand into hers.
"Ron, I love you, but I won't give up my cat for you. I love him and if you asked me to, I'd be heartbroken. Do you want me to be unhappy?" she asked.
"No! I'd never-he hates me, Hermione. He'll never like me. He relishes in giving me a hard time. Remember yesterday." Ron hissed at the corner of his lips. Harry sitting across the room playing Exploding Snap with Ginny, raised a curious eyebrow.
She cringed at the near miss they had yesterday because of Crookshanks. Ron had a point.
"Okay, I'm not asking you to be buddies and he cuddle up with you at night, but try not to be mean to him. Even if he does deserve it sometimes! Please, for me?" she pleaded, her brown eyes big and heartfelt. She knew he'd fall like a ton of bricks and she inwardly smiled when he nodded.
"As for you, leave Ron alone. I mean it Crooks. I'm on to you mister." Hermione said, shaking her finger at him and giving him a stern look. To her amazement, he actually lowered his head and looked apologetic.
Smiling and satisfied, she leaned her back against the soft cushions of the couch. Ron, glad to be on her good side, put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. Needing more, his mouth covered hers. The kiss quickly became heated, especially when he tried to push his tongue in her-
Grrroowwwlllll!
They broke apart as Crookshanks hissed from the floor in front of the pair. The few people scattered around the Common Room chuckled at the scene.
"We're never going to have sex, are we?" Ron whispered in her ear.
"Nope, doesn't look like it. Not until marriage." Hermione whispered back, scowling.
"You better damn well marry me the instant we graduate then." Ron said, glaring at the cat, not noticing the surprised yet happy look on Hermione's face.
Maybe the cat was smarter than they gave him credit for....
Evil, I know. Don't worry, they'll have their love scene and it'll be a complete one without the ginger haired menace. Bye!