Chapter 9 - Together at last and Forever Part 2
A cold voice spoke in her ear. 'Hello Mudblood. Good to see you again.' But the voice didn't sound pleasant, it sent a shiver up her spine and she knew who the voice belonged to. As soon as Draco Malfoy had spoke Hermione threw the hands from her face and recoiled in anger.
'What do you want?' Hermione demanded in a shaking voice, dropping the bag which contained her dress.
'I thought I'd pay you a visit, since it's on your account that I've got lots of free time. I don't have school anymore remember', he replied in a sickeningly casual voice.
'I remember only too well!' she cried angrily, her blood boiling. 'You're not welcome around here.'
Malfoy glanced at Ron who was still paying for the perfume. 'What's Weasley doing at that counter?' he sneered, 'Is applying for a job? Let's face it, it's the farthest he's going to get in life anyway.'
'Well, if you do half as well as your father you'll be really well off', Hermione shot back, 'but oh yes, that's right', she pretended to be remembering something, 'he went to Azkaban because he's a cold-hearted murderer. So I suppose you'll end up just the same.' Hermione noticed Malfoys face contorting in anger and she was satisfied. She felt her fists shaking in fear or anger. She didn't know which, it was probably both.
How dare he show his face around here after everything he's done? Hermione thought furiously. But Malfoy wasn't affected for long, he soon smiled evilly again. He moved forward and pushed himself against her, calmly staring at her.
'Maybe I will end up just the same, but you love it. You love bad boys, don't you Granger?'
Hermione pushed him right back as hard as she could. Losing her temper might make him satisfied at seeing her affected by his words but at least she could vent her frustration on him.
'Get away from me!' she screamed shrilly. Silence had fallen on the whole shop. Ron was running over quickly and stopped at Hermione's side.
'What's he doing here?' Ron snarled, through clenched teeth. Hermione could see him shaking with fury. But Malfoy stood calmly.
'Good to see you again Weasel', Malfoy jeered.
'Wish I could say the same to you', Ron said, still shaking.
'Ron. . .' Hermione tried to say something soothing in case Ron started a fight again. That was the last thing she wanted. Instead he put an arm protectively around her and pulled her in close.
'Well, doesn't that look nice?' Malfoy laughed.
'What do you want, Malfoy?' Ron said quietly, people were beginning to look.
'I just wanted to show you that no matter what happens I'll always be here. You'll never get rid of me.' Malfoy said, staring straight at Hermione. She shuddered and Ron could feel it. He was so worried for her. It must have been very traumatic for her. And Malfoy was bringing it all back.
'Yeah I know', Ron said. 'You're like a disease.'
'At least I don't look like one', Malfoy said nastily, glancing up at Ron's hair. Hermione felt Ron's body stiffen. 'Well, I'd best be going. I can't afford to be seen here talking to you two. It'd ruin my reputation. And you'd know all about not being able to afford something Weasley.'
Please don't do anything Ron. Don't hit him. He's not worth it. Hermione kept hoping he wouldn't do anything rash. Malfoy wanted an excuse to fight Ron. He probably had his wand ready. All Ron had to do was fly off the handle one more time. . .
Ron took his arm from Hermione and moved closer to Malfoy. He had stopped shaking and was now right up close to his face. Malfoy looked a little uneasy.
'Why don't you crawl into that hole you came from and die, Malfoy', spat Ron. His voice was so cold and sounded so threatening Malfoy twitched but kept eye contact with Ron. They stood looking at each other for a while.
'Ron', Hermione urged. But she was so proud of Ron. He hadn't lost his temper and he was handling this all so well. She beamed at him. Ron stepped away from him and took Hermione's hand and led her outside.
Although his ears were a little pink he wasn't shaking. He had completely kept his cool and had put Malfoy in his place. The outside breeze had a cooling effect on his ears and soon they were back to their normal colour. Hermione moved in closer to Ron.
'Ron you were brilliant', Hermione told him outside. She smiled up at him.
'I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hitting him', Ron said, kissing the top of her head. 'But I really wanted to.'
'I know, so did I.'
'Hey Weasel!' Malfoy was calling them again. Ron quickly spun round to face Malfoy. 'Hope you have fun with that Mudblood. I did.'
This was it, Ron was going to crack for sure. Was a fight inevitable? 'Hey Malfoy!' Ron called back. 'Catch!' Suddenly and without warning Ron hurled the large bag of dungbombs straight at Malfoy, hitting him square on the head. They exploded, causing a horrible rancid smell to rise from Malfoy. The stench was overpowering and Malfoy collapsed in a heap on the ground. Hermione had to hold her sides from laughing so much and the whole street watching them burst into fits of laughter also. Ron, on the other hand simply smiled and strolled over to Hermione and took her hand, taking her down the street to the Three Broomsticks.
'Wow! He didn't!'
'Yeah, he did. And it was brilliant! Malfoy just keeled over!'
The Great Hall was then filled with the roars of laughter coming from the group of students gathered around to hear Hermione telling them how Malfoy would have to take a bath for years before he would smell anything near normal again.
'Wow!' Harry repeated. 'Good on you Ron. Malfoy's had this coming to him for ages!'
'That was so cool!' Ginny said.
'Is he really that mean? I suppose I don't know him as well as you all do but he must have really deserved that!' Susan said.
'He deserves a lot more than just dungbombs!' Ron said coldly. 'He's been calling Hermione a you-know-what for years and he has the nerve to walk right up to her in the street after he used an Unforgivable Curse on her!'
'It's Malfoy remember?' Harry said.
'Yeah but it's not a matter of him wanting to do this, he shouldn't be allowed at all.' Ron said indignantly. 'He must've been cautioned or something. Maybe we can get him put in Azkaban for this, you know for harassing Hermione again.'
'Ron there's no point!' Hermione said. She obviously wasn't bothered by what Malfoy had done or said to her that day. 'He'll only get released again. You know what he's like. Besides I don't care anymore. Soon we'll be leaving him for good and you were really wonderful. I'll be surprised if he regains consciousness after just a week.' This was just intended to be a joke and everyone laughed except Ron. He looked even more upset.
'Don't be like that Ron', Harry said, trying to cheer him up. 'The ball is in a few more days and Malfoy smells like um. . .'
'Poo', Ginny said. Everyone began laughing again and Ron got up to leave.
'Where are you going?' Hermione asked. Ron looked awful.
'I'm going to the Head Student's Common Room. Are you coming?'
Hermione nodded, wondering what was wrong with Ron and left with him.
They made their way to the Head Student's Common Room where they had shared that kiss earlier that day. Hermione hadn't been able to get it out of her mind. She so desperately wanted to kiss Ron like that again. She wanted to do more than kiss. . .
'Ron what's the matter?' Hermione asked him as he threw his bag on the sofa.
'It's just that git Malfoy!' Ron said angrily, sliding onto the sofa. 'No matter what he always manages to ruin other people's lives! And he had no right to just walk right up to you and . . . arrrgh!' Ron threw his head back and put his hands over his face.
Hermione walked over sat down next to him, taking a hand away from his face and holding it.
'I don't care about Malfoy', she said soothingly. 'It's over now because you're with me and I don't have to worry about anything ever again. I've got you and that's all that matters.'
Ron looked at her as if in pity. 'Malfoy should get put into Azkaban for just showing his face in Hogsmede. He shouldn't be anywhere near you! I could probably get him arrested you know. . .'
Hermione shook her head smiling at him. 'I told you, you'd be wasting your time with Malfoy. I don't care about him anymore because he's just part of the past. Soon we won't be anywhere near him. I want to think about the future.' She took both his hands now. Ron looked away and sighed.
After spending almost seven years with him, Hermione could read Ron like a book. She knew he was still annoyed about something.
'This isn't just about Malfoy is it?' she asked him.
'Hermione', Ron was about to confess his problem. 'I was looking at the prices of some of the dress robes today and I just can't afford to buy them for you.' Hermione sighed. Ron's biggest problem and worry was money. 'Everyone else can afford to buy their girlfriends dress robes but I'm bloody useless. I can't. Think what I'll be like later on in our lives. I'll have to work really hard and get a good job.'
'Look Ron', Hermione said, 'this is exactly what I'm talking about. We need to think about the future. We have to rest of our lives together and you are really smart, even if you don't believe it yourself. You'll be wonderful at whatever you end up doing in your life and even if we are in trouble we'll still have each other.' She paused hesitantly. 'You do want to be with me don't you? I mean we will be together always?'
'Of course we will!' Ron said assuringly. 'I was worried you wouldn't want to be with me because I can't afford to buy you very much! Hermione, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Someday I hope that we can have kids of our own and have a big house to live in . . .' he trailed off.
Hermione knew what he was saying. But they were far too young to discuss it. Anyway, it wasn't important, not yet. They just had to take the time to enjoy being with each other and spend time together because they loved each other more than anything else in the whole world. And they had reached an understanding, although it was a silent understanding that noting would come between them. They would be together forever. It was the way it was meant to be.
'Malfoy always told me that it was a tradition that the Head boy and girl go out together. I never believed him, not that I wanted to but now I'm more than glad to carry out that tradition. If the tradition even exists.'
Ron laughed softly and pulled her closer.
'I'm with you because I love you Ron. Even if you were a multi- millionaire like those famous muggle writers I would still love you just the same. You're brave, and loyal, and honest, and sweet, and really cute, and bloody brilliant, and I am going to shut up now before your head swells and you can't get out of the doorway.'
Ron laughed again and there was no longer an expression of worry on his face. He was happy with Hermione and this kind of happiness was genuine. He felt completely at ease with her because she was genuine too.
'I love you', he said moving closer to her.
'And I love you too', Hermione replied. 'And I don't want you to worry about the dress robes because I have them already. I bought a new one.' Ron's jaw dropped.
'Why?' he asked quickly. 'You already have one.'
'Well yes I know', Hermione began, 'but this is like a whole new beginning for me Ron. I want things to be different from now on. I don't want to wear a dress to our ball that I wore to another ball with Viktor.'
'I suppose', Ron said shrugging. 'I just wish I could have bought it for you. I'll make it up to you I promise. The perfume was just the start.'
Hermione swallowed a lump that was rising in her throat. She had never been the kind of person to be nervous, always able to recite long paragraphs from books she had learned off by heart in class when a teacher asked a question. But before now she never realised how hard it was to say something so simple to Ron, a person she loved. Perhaps she was just afraid of what his reaction would be. Finally she found the courage to say it, looking him directly in the eyes.
'I know a way you can make it up to me.' She hadn't said it in a suggestive way, or even in a seductive way and that was the reason why Ron didn't get the message.
'No Hermione!' Ron said warningly. 'I don't want to test you on any of the books on Healing! I did that yesterday and you know it all!' But Hermione didn't laugh. This was far too serious and she wasn't going to back out now.
'That's not exactly what I had in mind', she said, her voice lowering as she moved right up close to him and they could feel the heat from each other's bodies. Now Hermione had entered a whole new world of emotions. For the first time she knew what it was really like to feel so passionately about someone to want to feel their hands on you. She wanted Ron more than anything and just thinking about him exploring her body made her feel shivers running down her spine. When she had been with Ron that night in the Room of Requirement it had all been done too hastily. She hadn't really thought things through. But now . . .
He got the idea now. He shifted uneasily in his chair but found it hard to move at all; Hermione was pushing against him with her body.
'Er, Hermione?' he said, clearing his throat.
'What is it?' she asked, trying not to sound unsure because she knew Ron wouldn't want to do anything she wasn't completely comfortable with.
'What are you trying to say?' he knew the answer of course but he couldn't believe Hermione was being so blunt and bold.
'I love you Ron and I want to show you how much I love you. I want you to make love to me.' Hermione finished speaking and gazed lovingly into his eyes. Without needing to be asked again Ron lunged in for a deep kiss. He wanted this so much and his beautiful Hermione wanted it too. It was like an amazing dream.
Please don't wake up, He thought. Hermione was pushed back down onto the sofa bringing Ron with her. Their kisses had always been special but this was the most memorable, knowing what their feelings were for each other and what they were about to do.
Ron set a fast pace to begin with but he noticed she was holding back. He loved it when she took his bottom lip between her lips and sucked it gently but Hermione was shaking slightly and not kissing him back with the same passion he kissed her.
He pulled away. 'Are you alright? Are you scared?' his eyes searched her face for some kind of expression that might reveal her problems or worries.
'A little', she whispered, 'but I still want this. I'll be fine in a moment. It's just I've never done this before.'
Damn! He'd forgotten about that. She'd never looked so innocent looking up at him, willing him to continue. The candle they had lit to light the room was burning out and the moonlight streamed in through the window panes to illuminate her face. She looked like one of those beautiful, magical creatures he'd read about in his school books, only more beautiful. If he was going to make love to her for the first time he might have to hurt her. And Malfoy! How could he forget about Malfoy? This experience was bound to remind her of him! That scumbag that tried to hurt her. Malfoy would have gladly hurt Hermione but Ron didn't want to and she'd feel pain anyway. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
'We're rushing into this', Ron said decisively.
'No we're not!' Hermione said quickly, pulling Ron back when he moved away. 'Ron I've thought about this for a long time and I want nothing else. Please', she begged, 'make love to me.'
When had Hermione become so amazing? That little girl who came into their carriage on the Hogwarts Express all those years ago was now the most beautiful, caring young woman Ron had ever met. That's why he didn't want her to feel pressurised into doing something she might later regret.
'But what if this reminds you of Malfoy?' Ron asked.
'Never,' Hermione said. 'You could never remind me of that. Besides you've done this before. Show me how to do it.'
'Only twice', Ron said, he'd rather not be reminded. Hermione was all that mattered. They were in the past.'
'That's still two more times than me', Hermione told him, stroking his arm. 'Who was it with?' It sounded silly but she'd never asked him that before. She supposed it didn't really matter but she wanted to know now.
'Hannah Abbot last year was my first. It was quick and stupid and meaningless', he said angrily remembering his stupid curiosity. He was angry at himself for being so immature and hasty. They had both been a little drunk but never talked about it afterwards. 'Padma Patil then at the start of this year.' Padma had only used Ron. He was the famous Harry Potter's best friend and she found him especially attractive because of this. When students worshipped him for getting through the Ministry of Magic, chased by Death Eaters in his fifth year and hearing about his adventures in his sixth year Padma was always around him. She liked the idea of people thinking she was his girlfriend.
'What? Never Lavender Brown?' Hermione sounded surprised and it was no wonder. Everyone knew Lavender had wanted to get Ron into bed for a long time but Hermione didn't know Ron had rejected her.
'I was in love with you when she asked me', Ron confessed. He grinned widely at her and asked one final question. 'Do you still want to do this?'
Hermione nodded, she had made her decision. Neither of them said anything for a long time after Ron spoke. There was nothing to say. All they did was kiss for a very long time.
Ron began kissing Hermione. First their kisses were slow and gentle but the longer they kissed the more passionate and deep the kisses became. Ron's tongue intertwined with Hermione's and he could feel her breathing deeply when he teased her with his tongue. She took his lower lip between hers and sucked it gently causing Ron to breathe in deeply. He couldn't take it much longer.
He began kissing her roughly, moving his lips hard over hers and letting his teeth barely scrape her mouth. Hermione was feeling things she'd never felt before; desire and a new love for Ron. Now she had a strong desire to feel Ron inside her and to feel his hands on her and he was just kissing her! What would she feel like when he was doing all that? She was aroused now and started to pant when Ron's hands moved down her body. Those big hands that she so desperately wanted to touch her skin.
Although she still had her uniform on he could sense how soft her skin would feel as he ran his hands up and down her waist. She writhed under him, wanting more. Eventually his hands came under her to pull her backside close to him. Through the fabric of his trousers she could feel his arousal. Already he was so hard and it was as if his heat radiated through into her.
This was wonderful, she'd never felt this way before. Of course she knew Ron would make her feel something like this in some way or another but never in her most wildest dreams had she imagined it to be as special as this. It was nothing like her experience with Malfoy, but she quickly pushed Malfoy to the back of her mind. He didn't deserve to be thought of at a time as special as this.
Ron's mouth soon travelled down her neck, tasting her sweet skin and kissing her lightly. He left a wet trail down her neck and left her wanting him more when he breathed his hot breath against her.
'Ron. . .' she panted. He knew instinctively what she wanted by the sound of her voice. It was pleading and yet anxious. He couldn't make love to her on a sofa!
He reluctantly heaved himself off her and stood up to reach out his hand to her. He stood in front of her with a devilish grin on his face and yet he stood like a gentleman, ready to help a lady up. Hermione laughed as he pulled her up.
'So. . .' he said, his voice sounding a little husky. 'Where should we go?' his eyes darted to one of the bedrooms for the Head students. The rooms were made for the head boy and girl if either of them wanted to stay the night and get some peace in their own room. There was a room for the boy and a room for the girl.
'Probably one of the rooms in here', Hermione answered.
'Best go to mine, in case there's that enchantment on the stairs. You know the one that allows girls up to the boy's dormitory but not the other way around.' Ron said, eyeing the stairs warily. 'Can you imagine having to explain to McGonagal why we were doing trying to get up to your dormitory?'
'There is. It's the same with all the dormitories. I've read about it in-'
'Hogwarts: A History', Ron finished. Before Hermione could tell him off he swept her off the floor and carried her up the stairs to his room and he couldn't get there fast enough.
She was so light and he easily opened the door while holding her in his arms but he didn't set her down when they reached the four-poster bed.
'I could carry you everywhere', Ron said swinging her playfully in his arms.
Hermione laughed and stroked his neck with the hand that was looped around his neck. She kicked off her shoes and rolled down her socks with her toes until they fell to the ground. Ron in turn did the same, removing his shoes and socks. His eyes were darkening with desire. Setting her down gently in front of him he put his arms around her.
'Now where were we?' he asked coming forward to make her back onto the bed. She laughed again as she lightly fell back on the bed with Ron getting on top of her. She breathed in the scent of the bed sheets. They smelled like Ron; masculine and she felt safe there. They could take on the world together. Together they were strong.
Ron began to kiss her neck, like he had done before he stopped on the sofa. Only this time he was kissing her more passionately. His teeth scraped her neck, leaving marks of his love for her along it. Her hands went to his hair, her fingers sliding through his thick hair. Ron moved downwards and started to pull off her jumper and then he took off her tie. Hermione was surprised to see how Ron did this with care and he was so gentle with her.
After he had set the jumper and tie on the floor he looked at her. Her cheeks were red and now her eyes were dark too. He came forward and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. She stared at his face while he concentrated on her clothes. His expression never changed as each button came undone. When he realised she was staring at him he look at her face. He wanted this to be perfect for her and take everything slowly. His face came closer to hers and he kissed her again, giving her the attention she wanted. Slowly he moved his hands inside the undone blouse and slid his hands up and down her body. They soon came to rest on her breasts. He felt himself stiffen as he rubbed his palms over them, feeling their soft silkiness and then the hardened nipples pushing against the lacy fabric of her bra.
Soon he was pushing his hands against them, wanting to touch her bare skin so badly that he didn't realise Hermione had started taking off her blouse from her shoulders. But he was glad she was doing this. She felt comfortable and at ease with him. His kisses had got rougher along with the movement of his hands against her breasts and now she wanted him to kiss her all over her body.
Ron moved his lips along her neck again and down to her shoulders, leaving her skin wet. She gasped when she felt him at her breasts. His mouth moved over them, letting his hot breath warm her and tickling her with his tongue. Hermione's head fell back and sank even further into the sheets of the bed. Unconsciously, she moved her legs apart a little, feeling a wetness between her thighs.
The room was a little dark, apart from the faint light of the moon pouring through the window onto the two lovers lying on the bed. Hermione's quick breathing and Ron's groans filled the empty silence. Every now and then the wind blew through the trees and an owl hooted in the night sky. But Ron and Hermione were lost in each other, they were so swept up in their desire for one another nothing else mattered in the world.
Ron's hand slipped under Hermione's backside and pulled her close to him again. He imagined what she'd feel like around him, so soft and hot. But first he'd give her pleasure. For the rest of their lives he'd give her the very best he could. Ron continued torturing himself but kissing her over the fabric of her bra until it was too much for him. He'd had enough and so, pulling her up just enough so he could have access to the straps on her shoulders. He took her right bra strap between his teeth and gently pulled it down, feeling her smooth skin under it brushing against his lips and breathing in the flowery scent of her long hair. His free hand went down to pull down her skirt.
When it was down over her legs and on the floor he took a second to run his hand along her leg and to let his fingers just touch her inner thigh. But he quickly pulled it away again to completely remove her bra.
'Oh. . . Ron . . .' Ron stopped to look at her face. Now her eyes were open and she looked disappointed but her brown eyes were still as dark as the room around them. 'Don't stop. . .' she pleaded.
'I won't', he assured her. 'I'm going to take this very slowly. I don't want to hurt you.' Hermione nodded slowly and gave him a small smile. It was all she could manage as she found movement almost impossible. Ron's actions made her shake and every muscle in her body tensed up. She wanted to give herself to him completely but Ron was going so slowly she wanted him to satisfy her quickly. But she knew it would be worth it in the end.
Soon Hermione's bra joined the other clothes on the floor and in the little light there was Ron could see her beautiful breasts. He'd never imagined just how perfect Hermione could look but now seeing her like this made him start to believe that there was such as thing as a perfect body. And Hermione had it. Her round breasts were shiny where he had wet them with his kisses and her rosy nipples were erect, waiting for him to touch them. But Ron was suddenly beginning to realise how hot he was. His skin was burning with heat and the sweat forming around his collar was beginning to make him uncomfortable.
Hermione knew what was bothering him. She sat up and helped him to pull off his jumper. He never took his eyes off her once while she began unbuttoning his shirt and pulling off his tie. Underneath his clothes his body glistened in the light with perspiration. For the first time she really got a good look at him. After his shirt was off she could see how perfectly defined each muscle on his chest was.
He looked gorgeous. His body was well built although you wouldn't really notice it when he was wearing clothes. During his years of playing keeper in quidditch his biceps had developed more and she knew lots of girls that giggled when he passed. They all thought he looked very attractive but Hermione found him attractive no matter what. It was all part of loving him.
Her eyes travelled further down to his trousers and blushed deeply when she saw the bulge. His pants were pushing outwards and she felt herself get a little nervous at how big the bulge was. Gathering all her courage she reached out and put her hands around him. He groaned loudly as she started to pull down the zip to free him of the trousers. Ron was so anxious to get rid of them and he pulled them down quickly too. They now both in their pants but not for much longer, Hermione hoped.
Ron then pushed her back onto the bed and taking one of her hardened nipples in his mouth began to suck. His free hand went to the other breast and caressed it gently. His thumb moved over her nipple and his fingers trailed over her soft skin. Hermione's arms went immediately around his back and she stroked him with her hands, running them down his back and then to his backside. As soon as her hands touched him through the fabric Ron ground his hips against hers, sucking harder, causing Hermione's breathing to become more ragged.
Ron was slowly learning more about Hermione's body for the first time. He found out how she liked to be touched and teased. He found that he could set off a chain reaction with her. If he caressed her she would become more confident and when she touched him back even slightly he would take pleasure in not being able to touch her just yet. So he would build up a climax this way and he hoped he would find out more things about her in the future. But for now he didn't take the present for granted and started to pay attention to her other breast.
Hermione noticed how gentle Ron was. He always had been but the ways in which he would glide his hands all over her drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his hardness again so she put her legs behind his back and slid her feet up and own his legs. Again he moved his hips against her and she felt his hard length pushing against the wet fabric of her panties through his boxer shorts. She threw her head back and pushed herself against Ron, letting him move his hands all over her body. It was so incredible and for a fleeting moment remembered how different it was from the way Malfoy had touched her.
His hands had been hungry and desperate, like a dog, drooling over a piece of meat and that was how he'd made her feel. But Ron was different. There was no way to describe how he made her feel. It was heaven, and she felt she couldn't live without it. He could touch her and make her want more but not make her feel dirty like Malfoy did. She wanted him and now she felt she couldn't wait any longer.
'Ron. . .' she begged once more, pushing her hips against his to let him know what she wanted.
To her surprise Ron stopped and sat up. He looked down at her lovingly but Hermione thought she noticed a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He moved downwards again and started to pull down her panties. She closed her eyes and pushed up, trying to help him get rid of them. When they were off she waited for him but take off his boxers. But he didn't. Instead he kissed the inside of her thighs and moved up to the most sensitive area of her body and moved his tongue against her.
She jerked back in surprise, but not in a way that she wanted him to stop. She didn't want him to stop at all. Not now that she was experiencing something new and amazing. She tingled all over as he ran his tongue over her wetness and moved his hands along the inside of her legs. He tasted her and found he was now addicted to her. There was no way he could stop now. Not even if he wanted to. The palm of his hand found its way to her and he pushed slowly against her, watching her wriggle against him on the bed. He began pushing harder and harder, grounding his palm against her more roughly as she climaxed.
'Oh Ron!' she gasped, rocking her hips against him. 'Oh God!' she lay there trembling, and he waited for her to stop before sliding his tongue inside her and letting his finger rub against her sensitive bud. 'No . . .' she panted. Ron stopped and looked up t her. 'I want us to do it together, please.' Ron nodded in agreement and moved up onto the bed to lie beside her. He still had his boxer shorts on.
Hermione put her hands around Ron's hard length and gently squeezed it through the shorts. Ron shut his eyes tight as his felt his member pulsing in her hand. Then he quickly removed his shorts, giving Hermione a while to decide whether or not she wanted to continue. Again she felt a little nervous at the sight of him. He was really big and she began to worry that he might not fit or something or if she did something wrong. She knew she was being silly but she couldn't help feeling scared on her first time.
Ron gazed into her eyes, looking for a sign of confirmation to continue. Hermione tore her eyes away from his erect penis and kissed him.
'I love you Ron', she told him lying right back down on the bed. Ron moved forward and on top of her.
'I love you my Hermione', he whispered back. Then he realised that they would need protection. 'Umm, Hermione? What's that spell you would use at a time like this?' Hermione muttered a spell under her breath and so performed the spell used when a witch or wizard needed contraception. She thought of using some of the contraception from the muggle world but it might not work on wizards so she decided against it.
Ron positioned himself over her entrance and entered her slowly. He carefully monitored her features as he moved inside her gently, just in case she didn't like it. But he could tell from the look on her face she didn't have any problems with it. He wanted so badly to move hard and fast inside her but there was no way he would put himself before her. She might get hurt if he did this.
Eventually he felt her barrier. He looked at Hermione who was breathing quickly and a thin layer of sweat had formed over her body. Ron decided to break it quickly. There was no point in dragging this out; it might hurt her even more. So quickly and quite hard Ron thrust himself inside her. He felt her barrier tear and watched as her face screwed up in pain. She shut her eyes and a tear broke through to roll down her cheek.
'Hermione?' Ron asked frantically. 'I'm so sorry, my Hermione.'
Hermione just opened her eyes and put her hands into Ron's hair.
'It's alright', she told him as his wiped away her tears. 'It had to be done. It's alright now.' Ron waited for a while to let her adjust to him inside her. After a while she began to move her hips against his, telling him to go on. Ron nodded and smiled at her.
She was amazing! She was so beautiful and irresistible. He completely sheathed himself inside her and thrust in and out of her. She threw her head back and called his name out into the darkness. Her legs went around his back and she responded to him, moving along with him. She rocked her hips against his and his thrusts became more hard and faster until she neared her climax. When she came her whole body shook with pleasure. She stayed still until the pleasure subsided and Ron continued to move inside her, harder and faster still until he found his own climax.
He fell on top of her and she pulled him closer to her, stroking his body. It had been amazing, the most extraordinary experience of her life. And Ron had caused all that pleasure. They stayed that way, laying on the bed until their breathing was lighter and they had recovered from the climax. Ron moved off from her and lay next to her so he could look into her eyes.
'Are you ok?' he asked her, smiling warmly at her. 'How was that?'
'Perfect.' Hermione answered smiling back at him. 'I knew it would be.'
'You're perfect', he told her. Hermione laughed softly.
'Are you just trying to get me into bed Ron Weasley?' she asked jokingly.
'No I really mean it Hermione. I love you more than anything.'
'And I love you too Ron.'
Ron pulled the bed sheets over them and wrapped his arms around Hermione until she fell asleep. He gazed at her for a while, before finally drifting off to sleep himself. He hoped against hope that this hadn't been a dream. It had been too good to be true. Only it hadn't been a dream. It was reality. No dreams could ever be better than this.
Note: There! That's my second last chapter finished. I just want to take the time to thank everyone who has supported me on my first fanfic and thank you to everyone who put me on their Favourite Stories list. Especially thank you to Silver Ice (I hope she doesn't mind me using her name!) because she's really supported me a lot in this. THANKYOU!!!! I don't know when the last chapter will be up. It shouldn't take me that long to write. It's like an epilogue told from Ron's point of view. Hope you enjoyed that chapter!!!!! Please review!!!!!!
A cold voice spoke in her ear. 'Hello Mudblood. Good to see you again.' But the voice didn't sound pleasant, it sent a shiver up her spine and she knew who the voice belonged to. As soon as Draco Malfoy had spoke Hermione threw the hands from her face and recoiled in anger.
'What do you want?' Hermione demanded in a shaking voice, dropping the bag which contained her dress.
'I thought I'd pay you a visit, since it's on your account that I've got lots of free time. I don't have school anymore remember', he replied in a sickeningly casual voice.
'I remember only too well!' she cried angrily, her blood boiling. 'You're not welcome around here.'
Malfoy glanced at Ron who was still paying for the perfume. 'What's Weasley doing at that counter?' he sneered, 'Is applying for a job? Let's face it, it's the farthest he's going to get in life anyway.'
'Well, if you do half as well as your father you'll be really well off', Hermione shot back, 'but oh yes, that's right', she pretended to be remembering something, 'he went to Azkaban because he's a cold-hearted murderer. So I suppose you'll end up just the same.' Hermione noticed Malfoys face contorting in anger and she was satisfied. She felt her fists shaking in fear or anger. She didn't know which, it was probably both.
How dare he show his face around here after everything he's done? Hermione thought furiously. But Malfoy wasn't affected for long, he soon smiled evilly again. He moved forward and pushed himself against her, calmly staring at her.
'Maybe I will end up just the same, but you love it. You love bad boys, don't you Granger?'
Hermione pushed him right back as hard as she could. Losing her temper might make him satisfied at seeing her affected by his words but at least she could vent her frustration on him.
'Get away from me!' she screamed shrilly. Silence had fallen on the whole shop. Ron was running over quickly and stopped at Hermione's side.
'What's he doing here?' Ron snarled, through clenched teeth. Hermione could see him shaking with fury. But Malfoy stood calmly.
'Good to see you again Weasel', Malfoy jeered.
'Wish I could say the same to you', Ron said, still shaking.
'Ron. . .' Hermione tried to say something soothing in case Ron started a fight again. That was the last thing she wanted. Instead he put an arm protectively around her and pulled her in close.
'Well, doesn't that look nice?' Malfoy laughed.
'What do you want, Malfoy?' Ron said quietly, people were beginning to look.
'I just wanted to show you that no matter what happens I'll always be here. You'll never get rid of me.' Malfoy said, staring straight at Hermione. She shuddered and Ron could feel it. He was so worried for her. It must have been very traumatic for her. And Malfoy was bringing it all back.
'Yeah I know', Ron said. 'You're like a disease.'
'At least I don't look like one', Malfoy said nastily, glancing up at Ron's hair. Hermione felt Ron's body stiffen. 'Well, I'd best be going. I can't afford to be seen here talking to you two. It'd ruin my reputation. And you'd know all about not being able to afford something Weasley.'
Please don't do anything Ron. Don't hit him. He's not worth it. Hermione kept hoping he wouldn't do anything rash. Malfoy wanted an excuse to fight Ron. He probably had his wand ready. All Ron had to do was fly off the handle one more time. . .
Ron took his arm from Hermione and moved closer to Malfoy. He had stopped shaking and was now right up close to his face. Malfoy looked a little uneasy.
'Why don't you crawl into that hole you came from and die, Malfoy', spat Ron. His voice was so cold and sounded so threatening Malfoy twitched but kept eye contact with Ron. They stood looking at each other for a while.
'Ron', Hermione urged. But she was so proud of Ron. He hadn't lost his temper and he was handling this all so well. She beamed at him. Ron stepped away from him and took Hermione's hand and led her outside.
Although his ears were a little pink he wasn't shaking. He had completely kept his cool and had put Malfoy in his place. The outside breeze had a cooling effect on his ears and soon they were back to their normal colour. Hermione moved in closer to Ron.
'Ron you were brilliant', Hermione told him outside. She smiled up at him.
'I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hitting him', Ron said, kissing the top of her head. 'But I really wanted to.'
'I know, so did I.'
'Hey Weasel!' Malfoy was calling them again. Ron quickly spun round to face Malfoy. 'Hope you have fun with that Mudblood. I did.'
This was it, Ron was going to crack for sure. Was a fight inevitable? 'Hey Malfoy!' Ron called back. 'Catch!' Suddenly and without warning Ron hurled the large bag of dungbombs straight at Malfoy, hitting him square on the head. They exploded, causing a horrible rancid smell to rise from Malfoy. The stench was overpowering and Malfoy collapsed in a heap on the ground. Hermione had to hold her sides from laughing so much and the whole street watching them burst into fits of laughter also. Ron, on the other hand simply smiled and strolled over to Hermione and took her hand, taking her down the street to the Three Broomsticks.
'Wow! He didn't!'
'Yeah, he did. And it was brilliant! Malfoy just keeled over!'
The Great Hall was then filled with the roars of laughter coming from the group of students gathered around to hear Hermione telling them how Malfoy would have to take a bath for years before he would smell anything near normal again.
'Wow!' Harry repeated. 'Good on you Ron. Malfoy's had this coming to him for ages!'
'That was so cool!' Ginny said.
'Is he really that mean? I suppose I don't know him as well as you all do but he must have really deserved that!' Susan said.
'He deserves a lot more than just dungbombs!' Ron said coldly. 'He's been calling Hermione a you-know-what for years and he has the nerve to walk right up to her in the street after he used an Unforgivable Curse on her!'
'It's Malfoy remember?' Harry said.
'Yeah but it's not a matter of him wanting to do this, he shouldn't be allowed at all.' Ron said indignantly. 'He must've been cautioned or something. Maybe we can get him put in Azkaban for this, you know for harassing Hermione again.'
'Ron there's no point!' Hermione said. She obviously wasn't bothered by what Malfoy had done or said to her that day. 'He'll only get released again. You know what he's like. Besides I don't care anymore. Soon we'll be leaving him for good and you were really wonderful. I'll be surprised if he regains consciousness after just a week.' This was just intended to be a joke and everyone laughed except Ron. He looked even more upset.
'Don't be like that Ron', Harry said, trying to cheer him up. 'The ball is in a few more days and Malfoy smells like um. . .'
'Poo', Ginny said. Everyone began laughing again and Ron got up to leave.
'Where are you going?' Hermione asked. Ron looked awful.
'I'm going to the Head Student's Common Room. Are you coming?'
Hermione nodded, wondering what was wrong with Ron and left with him.
They made their way to the Head Student's Common Room where they had shared that kiss earlier that day. Hermione hadn't been able to get it out of her mind. She so desperately wanted to kiss Ron like that again. She wanted to do more than kiss. . .
'Ron what's the matter?' Hermione asked him as he threw his bag on the sofa.
'It's just that git Malfoy!' Ron said angrily, sliding onto the sofa. 'No matter what he always manages to ruin other people's lives! And he had no right to just walk right up to you and . . . arrrgh!' Ron threw his head back and put his hands over his face.
Hermione walked over sat down next to him, taking a hand away from his face and holding it.
'I don't care about Malfoy', she said soothingly. 'It's over now because you're with me and I don't have to worry about anything ever again. I've got you and that's all that matters.'
Ron looked at her as if in pity. 'Malfoy should get put into Azkaban for just showing his face in Hogsmede. He shouldn't be anywhere near you! I could probably get him arrested you know. . .'
Hermione shook her head smiling at him. 'I told you, you'd be wasting your time with Malfoy. I don't care about him anymore because he's just part of the past. Soon we won't be anywhere near him. I want to think about the future.' She took both his hands now. Ron looked away and sighed.
After spending almost seven years with him, Hermione could read Ron like a book. She knew he was still annoyed about something.
'This isn't just about Malfoy is it?' she asked him.
'Hermione', Ron was about to confess his problem. 'I was looking at the prices of some of the dress robes today and I just can't afford to buy them for you.' Hermione sighed. Ron's biggest problem and worry was money. 'Everyone else can afford to buy their girlfriends dress robes but I'm bloody useless. I can't. Think what I'll be like later on in our lives. I'll have to work really hard and get a good job.'
'Look Ron', Hermione said, 'this is exactly what I'm talking about. We need to think about the future. We have to rest of our lives together and you are really smart, even if you don't believe it yourself. You'll be wonderful at whatever you end up doing in your life and even if we are in trouble we'll still have each other.' She paused hesitantly. 'You do want to be with me don't you? I mean we will be together always?'
'Of course we will!' Ron said assuringly. 'I was worried you wouldn't want to be with me because I can't afford to buy you very much! Hermione, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Someday I hope that we can have kids of our own and have a big house to live in . . .' he trailed off.
Hermione knew what he was saying. But they were far too young to discuss it. Anyway, it wasn't important, not yet. They just had to take the time to enjoy being with each other and spend time together because they loved each other more than anything else in the whole world. And they had reached an understanding, although it was a silent understanding that noting would come between them. They would be together forever. It was the way it was meant to be.
'Malfoy always told me that it was a tradition that the Head boy and girl go out together. I never believed him, not that I wanted to but now I'm more than glad to carry out that tradition. If the tradition even exists.'
Ron laughed softly and pulled her closer.
'I'm with you because I love you Ron. Even if you were a multi- millionaire like those famous muggle writers I would still love you just the same. You're brave, and loyal, and honest, and sweet, and really cute, and bloody brilliant, and I am going to shut up now before your head swells and you can't get out of the doorway.'
Ron laughed again and there was no longer an expression of worry on his face. He was happy with Hermione and this kind of happiness was genuine. He felt completely at ease with her because she was genuine too.
'I love you', he said moving closer to her.
'And I love you too', Hermione replied. 'And I don't want you to worry about the dress robes because I have them already. I bought a new one.' Ron's jaw dropped.
'Why?' he asked quickly. 'You already have one.'
'Well yes I know', Hermione began, 'but this is like a whole new beginning for me Ron. I want things to be different from now on. I don't want to wear a dress to our ball that I wore to another ball with Viktor.'
'I suppose', Ron said shrugging. 'I just wish I could have bought it for you. I'll make it up to you I promise. The perfume was just the start.'
Hermione swallowed a lump that was rising in her throat. She had never been the kind of person to be nervous, always able to recite long paragraphs from books she had learned off by heart in class when a teacher asked a question. But before now she never realised how hard it was to say something so simple to Ron, a person she loved. Perhaps she was just afraid of what his reaction would be. Finally she found the courage to say it, looking him directly in the eyes.
'I know a way you can make it up to me.' She hadn't said it in a suggestive way, or even in a seductive way and that was the reason why Ron didn't get the message.
'No Hermione!' Ron said warningly. 'I don't want to test you on any of the books on Healing! I did that yesterday and you know it all!' But Hermione didn't laugh. This was far too serious and she wasn't going to back out now.
'That's not exactly what I had in mind', she said, her voice lowering as she moved right up close to him and they could feel the heat from each other's bodies. Now Hermione had entered a whole new world of emotions. For the first time she knew what it was really like to feel so passionately about someone to want to feel their hands on you. She wanted Ron more than anything and just thinking about him exploring her body made her feel shivers running down her spine. When she had been with Ron that night in the Room of Requirement it had all been done too hastily. She hadn't really thought things through. But now . . .
He got the idea now. He shifted uneasily in his chair but found it hard to move at all; Hermione was pushing against him with her body.
'Er, Hermione?' he said, clearing his throat.
'What is it?' she asked, trying not to sound unsure because she knew Ron wouldn't want to do anything she wasn't completely comfortable with.
'What are you trying to say?' he knew the answer of course but he couldn't believe Hermione was being so blunt and bold.
'I love you Ron and I want to show you how much I love you. I want you to make love to me.' Hermione finished speaking and gazed lovingly into his eyes. Without needing to be asked again Ron lunged in for a deep kiss. He wanted this so much and his beautiful Hermione wanted it too. It was like an amazing dream.
Please don't wake up, He thought. Hermione was pushed back down onto the sofa bringing Ron with her. Their kisses had always been special but this was the most memorable, knowing what their feelings were for each other and what they were about to do.
Ron set a fast pace to begin with but he noticed she was holding back. He loved it when she took his bottom lip between her lips and sucked it gently but Hermione was shaking slightly and not kissing him back with the same passion he kissed her.
He pulled away. 'Are you alright? Are you scared?' his eyes searched her face for some kind of expression that might reveal her problems or worries.
'A little', she whispered, 'but I still want this. I'll be fine in a moment. It's just I've never done this before.'
Damn! He'd forgotten about that. She'd never looked so innocent looking up at him, willing him to continue. The candle they had lit to light the room was burning out and the moonlight streamed in through the window panes to illuminate her face. She looked like one of those beautiful, magical creatures he'd read about in his school books, only more beautiful. If he was going to make love to her for the first time he might have to hurt her. And Malfoy! How could he forget about Malfoy? This experience was bound to remind her of him! That scumbag that tried to hurt her. Malfoy would have gladly hurt Hermione but Ron didn't want to and she'd feel pain anyway. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
'We're rushing into this', Ron said decisively.
'No we're not!' Hermione said quickly, pulling Ron back when he moved away. 'Ron I've thought about this for a long time and I want nothing else. Please', she begged, 'make love to me.'
When had Hermione become so amazing? That little girl who came into their carriage on the Hogwarts Express all those years ago was now the most beautiful, caring young woman Ron had ever met. That's why he didn't want her to feel pressurised into doing something she might later regret.
'But what if this reminds you of Malfoy?' Ron asked.
'Never,' Hermione said. 'You could never remind me of that. Besides you've done this before. Show me how to do it.'
'Only twice', Ron said, he'd rather not be reminded. Hermione was all that mattered. They were in the past.'
'That's still two more times than me', Hermione told him, stroking his arm. 'Who was it with?' It sounded silly but she'd never asked him that before. She supposed it didn't really matter but she wanted to know now.
'Hannah Abbot last year was my first. It was quick and stupid and meaningless', he said angrily remembering his stupid curiosity. He was angry at himself for being so immature and hasty. They had both been a little drunk but never talked about it afterwards. 'Padma Patil then at the start of this year.' Padma had only used Ron. He was the famous Harry Potter's best friend and she found him especially attractive because of this. When students worshipped him for getting through the Ministry of Magic, chased by Death Eaters in his fifth year and hearing about his adventures in his sixth year Padma was always around him. She liked the idea of people thinking she was his girlfriend.
'What? Never Lavender Brown?' Hermione sounded surprised and it was no wonder. Everyone knew Lavender had wanted to get Ron into bed for a long time but Hermione didn't know Ron had rejected her.
'I was in love with you when she asked me', Ron confessed. He grinned widely at her and asked one final question. 'Do you still want to do this?'
Hermione nodded, she had made her decision. Neither of them said anything for a long time after Ron spoke. There was nothing to say. All they did was kiss for a very long time.
Ron began kissing Hermione. First their kisses were slow and gentle but the longer they kissed the more passionate and deep the kisses became. Ron's tongue intertwined with Hermione's and he could feel her breathing deeply when he teased her with his tongue. She took his lower lip between hers and sucked it gently causing Ron to breathe in deeply. He couldn't take it much longer.
He began kissing her roughly, moving his lips hard over hers and letting his teeth barely scrape her mouth. Hermione was feeling things she'd never felt before; desire and a new love for Ron. Now she had a strong desire to feel Ron inside her and to feel his hands on her and he was just kissing her! What would she feel like when he was doing all that? She was aroused now and started to pant when Ron's hands moved down her body. Those big hands that she so desperately wanted to touch her skin.
Although she still had her uniform on he could sense how soft her skin would feel as he ran his hands up and down her waist. She writhed under him, wanting more. Eventually his hands came under her to pull her backside close to him. Through the fabric of his trousers she could feel his arousal. Already he was so hard and it was as if his heat radiated through into her.
This was wonderful, she'd never felt this way before. Of course she knew Ron would make her feel something like this in some way or another but never in her most wildest dreams had she imagined it to be as special as this. It was nothing like her experience with Malfoy, but she quickly pushed Malfoy to the back of her mind. He didn't deserve to be thought of at a time as special as this.
Ron's mouth soon travelled down her neck, tasting her sweet skin and kissing her lightly. He left a wet trail down her neck and left her wanting him more when he breathed his hot breath against her.
'Ron. . .' she panted. He knew instinctively what she wanted by the sound of her voice. It was pleading and yet anxious. He couldn't make love to her on a sofa!
He reluctantly heaved himself off her and stood up to reach out his hand to her. He stood in front of her with a devilish grin on his face and yet he stood like a gentleman, ready to help a lady up. Hermione laughed as he pulled her up.
'So. . .' he said, his voice sounding a little husky. 'Where should we go?' his eyes darted to one of the bedrooms for the Head students. The rooms were made for the head boy and girl if either of them wanted to stay the night and get some peace in their own room. There was a room for the boy and a room for the girl.
'Probably one of the rooms in here', Hermione answered.
'Best go to mine, in case there's that enchantment on the stairs. You know the one that allows girls up to the boy's dormitory but not the other way around.' Ron said, eyeing the stairs warily. 'Can you imagine having to explain to McGonagal why we were doing trying to get up to your dormitory?'
'There is. It's the same with all the dormitories. I've read about it in-'
'Hogwarts: A History', Ron finished. Before Hermione could tell him off he swept her off the floor and carried her up the stairs to his room and he couldn't get there fast enough.
She was so light and he easily opened the door while holding her in his arms but he didn't set her down when they reached the four-poster bed.
'I could carry you everywhere', Ron said swinging her playfully in his arms.
Hermione laughed and stroked his neck with the hand that was looped around his neck. She kicked off her shoes and rolled down her socks with her toes until they fell to the ground. Ron in turn did the same, removing his shoes and socks. His eyes were darkening with desire. Setting her down gently in front of him he put his arms around her.
'Now where were we?' he asked coming forward to make her back onto the bed. She laughed again as she lightly fell back on the bed with Ron getting on top of her. She breathed in the scent of the bed sheets. They smelled like Ron; masculine and she felt safe there. They could take on the world together. Together they were strong.
Ron began to kiss her neck, like he had done before he stopped on the sofa. Only this time he was kissing her more passionately. His teeth scraped her neck, leaving marks of his love for her along it. Her hands went to his hair, her fingers sliding through his thick hair. Ron moved downwards and started to pull off her jumper and then he took off her tie. Hermione was surprised to see how Ron did this with care and he was so gentle with her.
After he had set the jumper and tie on the floor he looked at her. Her cheeks were red and now her eyes were dark too. He came forward and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. She stared at his face while he concentrated on her clothes. His expression never changed as each button came undone. When he realised she was staring at him he look at her face. He wanted this to be perfect for her and take everything slowly. His face came closer to hers and he kissed her again, giving her the attention she wanted. Slowly he moved his hands inside the undone blouse and slid his hands up and down her body. They soon came to rest on her breasts. He felt himself stiffen as he rubbed his palms over them, feeling their soft silkiness and then the hardened nipples pushing against the lacy fabric of her bra.
Soon he was pushing his hands against them, wanting to touch her bare skin so badly that he didn't realise Hermione had started taking off her blouse from her shoulders. But he was glad she was doing this. She felt comfortable and at ease with him. His kisses had got rougher along with the movement of his hands against her breasts and now she wanted him to kiss her all over her body.
Ron moved his lips along her neck again and down to her shoulders, leaving her skin wet. She gasped when she felt him at her breasts. His mouth moved over them, letting his hot breath warm her and tickling her with his tongue. Hermione's head fell back and sank even further into the sheets of the bed. Unconsciously, she moved her legs apart a little, feeling a wetness between her thighs.
The room was a little dark, apart from the faint light of the moon pouring through the window onto the two lovers lying on the bed. Hermione's quick breathing and Ron's groans filled the empty silence. Every now and then the wind blew through the trees and an owl hooted in the night sky. But Ron and Hermione were lost in each other, they were so swept up in their desire for one another nothing else mattered in the world.
Ron's hand slipped under Hermione's backside and pulled her close to him again. He imagined what she'd feel like around him, so soft and hot. But first he'd give her pleasure. For the rest of their lives he'd give her the very best he could. Ron continued torturing himself but kissing her over the fabric of her bra until it was too much for him. He'd had enough and so, pulling her up just enough so he could have access to the straps on her shoulders. He took her right bra strap between his teeth and gently pulled it down, feeling her smooth skin under it brushing against his lips and breathing in the flowery scent of her long hair. His free hand went down to pull down her skirt.
When it was down over her legs and on the floor he took a second to run his hand along her leg and to let his fingers just touch her inner thigh. But he quickly pulled it away again to completely remove her bra.
'Oh. . . Ron . . .' Ron stopped to look at her face. Now her eyes were open and she looked disappointed but her brown eyes were still as dark as the room around them. 'Don't stop. . .' she pleaded.
'I won't', he assured her. 'I'm going to take this very slowly. I don't want to hurt you.' Hermione nodded slowly and gave him a small smile. It was all she could manage as she found movement almost impossible. Ron's actions made her shake and every muscle in her body tensed up. She wanted to give herself to him completely but Ron was going so slowly she wanted him to satisfy her quickly. But she knew it would be worth it in the end.
Soon Hermione's bra joined the other clothes on the floor and in the little light there was Ron could see her beautiful breasts. He'd never imagined just how perfect Hermione could look but now seeing her like this made him start to believe that there was such as thing as a perfect body. And Hermione had it. Her round breasts were shiny where he had wet them with his kisses and her rosy nipples were erect, waiting for him to touch them. But Ron was suddenly beginning to realise how hot he was. His skin was burning with heat and the sweat forming around his collar was beginning to make him uncomfortable.
Hermione knew what was bothering him. She sat up and helped him to pull off his jumper. He never took his eyes off her once while she began unbuttoning his shirt and pulling off his tie. Underneath his clothes his body glistened in the light with perspiration. For the first time she really got a good look at him. After his shirt was off she could see how perfectly defined each muscle on his chest was.
He looked gorgeous. His body was well built although you wouldn't really notice it when he was wearing clothes. During his years of playing keeper in quidditch his biceps had developed more and she knew lots of girls that giggled when he passed. They all thought he looked very attractive but Hermione found him attractive no matter what. It was all part of loving him.
Her eyes travelled further down to his trousers and blushed deeply when she saw the bulge. His pants were pushing outwards and she felt herself get a little nervous at how big the bulge was. Gathering all her courage she reached out and put her hands around him. He groaned loudly as she started to pull down the zip to free him of the trousers. Ron was so anxious to get rid of them and he pulled them down quickly too. They now both in their pants but not for much longer, Hermione hoped.
Ron then pushed her back onto the bed and taking one of her hardened nipples in his mouth began to suck. His free hand went to the other breast and caressed it gently. His thumb moved over her nipple and his fingers trailed over her soft skin. Hermione's arms went immediately around his back and she stroked him with her hands, running them down his back and then to his backside. As soon as her hands touched him through the fabric Ron ground his hips against hers, sucking harder, causing Hermione's breathing to become more ragged.
Ron was slowly learning more about Hermione's body for the first time. He found out how she liked to be touched and teased. He found that he could set off a chain reaction with her. If he caressed her she would become more confident and when she touched him back even slightly he would take pleasure in not being able to touch her just yet. So he would build up a climax this way and he hoped he would find out more things about her in the future. But for now he didn't take the present for granted and started to pay attention to her other breast.
Hermione noticed how gentle Ron was. He always had been but the ways in which he would glide his hands all over her drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his hardness again so she put her legs behind his back and slid her feet up and own his legs. Again he moved his hips against her and she felt his hard length pushing against the wet fabric of her panties through his boxer shorts. She threw her head back and pushed herself against Ron, letting him move his hands all over her body. It was so incredible and for a fleeting moment remembered how different it was from the way Malfoy had touched her.
His hands had been hungry and desperate, like a dog, drooling over a piece of meat and that was how he'd made her feel. But Ron was different. There was no way to describe how he made her feel. It was heaven, and she felt she couldn't live without it. He could touch her and make her want more but not make her feel dirty like Malfoy did. She wanted him and now she felt she couldn't wait any longer.
'Ron. . .' she begged once more, pushing her hips against his to let him know what she wanted.
To her surprise Ron stopped and sat up. He looked down at her lovingly but Hermione thought she noticed a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He moved downwards again and started to pull down her panties. She closed her eyes and pushed up, trying to help him get rid of them. When they were off she waited for him but take off his boxers. But he didn't. Instead he kissed the inside of her thighs and moved up to the most sensitive area of her body and moved his tongue against her.
She jerked back in surprise, but not in a way that she wanted him to stop. She didn't want him to stop at all. Not now that she was experiencing something new and amazing. She tingled all over as he ran his tongue over her wetness and moved his hands along the inside of her legs. He tasted her and found he was now addicted to her. There was no way he could stop now. Not even if he wanted to. The palm of his hand found its way to her and he pushed slowly against her, watching her wriggle against him on the bed. He began pushing harder and harder, grounding his palm against her more roughly as she climaxed.
'Oh Ron!' she gasped, rocking her hips against him. 'Oh God!' she lay there trembling, and he waited for her to stop before sliding his tongue inside her and letting his finger rub against her sensitive bud. 'No . . .' she panted. Ron stopped and looked up t her. 'I want us to do it together, please.' Ron nodded in agreement and moved up onto the bed to lie beside her. He still had his boxer shorts on.
Hermione put her hands around Ron's hard length and gently squeezed it through the shorts. Ron shut his eyes tight as his felt his member pulsing in her hand. Then he quickly removed his shorts, giving Hermione a while to decide whether or not she wanted to continue. Again she felt a little nervous at the sight of him. He was really big and she began to worry that he might not fit or something or if she did something wrong. She knew she was being silly but she couldn't help feeling scared on her first time.
Ron gazed into her eyes, looking for a sign of confirmation to continue. Hermione tore her eyes away from his erect penis and kissed him.
'I love you Ron', she told him lying right back down on the bed. Ron moved forward and on top of her.
'I love you my Hermione', he whispered back. Then he realised that they would need protection. 'Umm, Hermione? What's that spell you would use at a time like this?' Hermione muttered a spell under her breath and so performed the spell used when a witch or wizard needed contraception. She thought of using some of the contraception from the muggle world but it might not work on wizards so she decided against it.
Ron positioned himself over her entrance and entered her slowly. He carefully monitored her features as he moved inside her gently, just in case she didn't like it. But he could tell from the look on her face she didn't have any problems with it. He wanted so badly to move hard and fast inside her but there was no way he would put himself before her. She might get hurt if he did this.
Eventually he felt her barrier. He looked at Hermione who was breathing quickly and a thin layer of sweat had formed over her body. Ron decided to break it quickly. There was no point in dragging this out; it might hurt her even more. So quickly and quite hard Ron thrust himself inside her. He felt her barrier tear and watched as her face screwed up in pain. She shut her eyes and a tear broke through to roll down her cheek.
'Hermione?' Ron asked frantically. 'I'm so sorry, my Hermione.'
Hermione just opened her eyes and put her hands into Ron's hair.
'It's alright', she told him as his wiped away her tears. 'It had to be done. It's alright now.' Ron waited for a while to let her adjust to him inside her. After a while she began to move her hips against his, telling him to go on. Ron nodded and smiled at her.
She was amazing! She was so beautiful and irresistible. He completely sheathed himself inside her and thrust in and out of her. She threw her head back and called his name out into the darkness. Her legs went around his back and she responded to him, moving along with him. She rocked her hips against his and his thrusts became more hard and faster until she neared her climax. When she came her whole body shook with pleasure. She stayed still until the pleasure subsided and Ron continued to move inside her, harder and faster still until he found his own climax.
He fell on top of her and she pulled him closer to her, stroking his body. It had been amazing, the most extraordinary experience of her life. And Ron had caused all that pleasure. They stayed that way, laying on the bed until their breathing was lighter and they had recovered from the climax. Ron moved off from her and lay next to her so he could look into her eyes.
'Are you ok?' he asked her, smiling warmly at her. 'How was that?'
'Perfect.' Hermione answered smiling back at him. 'I knew it would be.'
'You're perfect', he told her. Hermione laughed softly.
'Are you just trying to get me into bed Ron Weasley?' she asked jokingly.
'No I really mean it Hermione. I love you more than anything.'
'And I love you too Ron.'
Ron pulled the bed sheets over them and wrapped his arms around Hermione until she fell asleep. He gazed at her for a while, before finally drifting off to sleep himself. He hoped against hope that this hadn't been a dream. It had been too good to be true. Only it hadn't been a dream. It was reality. No dreams could ever be better than this.
Note: There! That's my second last chapter finished. I just want to take the time to thank everyone who has supported me on my first fanfic and thank you to everyone who put me on their Favourite Stories list. Especially thank you to Silver Ice (I hope she doesn't mind me using her name!) because she's really supported me a lot in this. THANKYOU!!!! I don't know when the last chapter will be up. It shouldn't take me that long to write. It's like an epilogue told from Ron's point of view. Hope you enjoyed that chapter!!!!! Please review!!!!!!