Alesco
Chapter Thirteen---In The Shadows
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The moment that Ron grabbed her chin, and Hermione was sure was going to kiss her, was one of the most anticipatory moments of her life. She closed her eyes when he clasped it, and waited, breathless.
Then, his soft lips (those gorgeous lips) brushed hers very softly. Though her heart leapt, she waited, hoping he would do what the male of steamy novels normally did. She craved the thought of Ron's lips tugging at hers, separating her lips, and gently teasing her with his naughty tongue. Instead, Hermione was deeply surprised when he pulled back, opting for something far less intense. She'd enjoyed that brief moment....but she craved him too much to let it go at that.
After all, she'd practically begged him for the last several minutes to kiss her. For Merlin's sake, didn't he know she wanted him? That she loved only him?
That's when she'd buried her fingers into that LOVELY hair (she'd inwardly gasped), and kissed him for all she was worth. She was certain she was doing the right thing....after all, how many times had men lost control in those books, when the women sucked on their lower lips?
Then, she couldn't remember much, except how his arms had crushed her to him, and she lost her breath momentarily. It didn't matter one bit, as long as he continued to lick at her lips like he was, and then suck at HER bottom lip. It was also very pleasant, having her soft chest crushed up against his hard one.
And, lying on her back, with him pressing his hardness against her, was certainly the most exciting thing she had ever felt in her whole life. Her body burnt with a tremendous intensity, and she could hear sounds coming from her throat she didn't know she possessed. She wanted to tug off his jumper and t-shirt, she wanted to touch his chest...like she'd dreamt oft of.
But then, that fantastic warmth and weight was gone from her, and she was lying on her back, watching him run shaking hands through his hair. He was breathing very heavily. She said something, not sure what, and then heard him say something about needing to calm down.
Not wanting to lose the connection between them, she grasped his hand, and then realized what he was trying to do. He needed to calm down...he was trying to prevent himself from......with her...
Her body burned with intense desire. How she so wanted that....and feared it, too.
All the dreams she'd had about Ron could never have prepared her for the heat and passion she'd felt in his arms. In fourth year, she never could have imagined she would have been able to incite such a response from his body. After all, he apparently hadn't even realized she was a girl up until the Yule Ball fiasco.
For a while they sat silently, and Hermione didn't say anything. She realized now was a good time to talk to him about that incident during the summer, when she'd heard him pleasuring himself and uttering her name.
"I have so many things I've wanted to ask you." She said simply.
Ron did not look pleased.
"Don't look at me like that." She said tensely, and then moved closer to him. "You stopped me once when I started talking about this; you tricked me into talking about something else, and I refuse to let you change the subject this time."
Ron was blushing...apparently he already knew the topic of conversation. "Hermione, I--"
"Do you...fantasize about me?" She rested her arm on his shoulder, and let one finger gently caress his cheek.
Ron's eyes widened, and he reddened perceptibly. "You see, Hermione, I was just..."
"Because I fantasize about you." Hermione whispered huskily, feeling her face burn. She dropped the arm from his shoulder. Merlin....did I really say that, she thought. She couldn't believe her boldness. But suddenly, she felt like she could say almost anything to him.
"You do?" Ron's eyes widened even more, and his voice raised an octave.
She nodded, now looking down. She took a breath, trying to give herself courage to tell him everything. "And I do....the same thing to myself that you did....that one time I heard you in your room."
She caught her breath, hoping he wouldn't think she was very wicked. For a very long time, she felt Ron's eyes on her. She wondered if he understood what she had meant. Suddenly, he shouted.
"YOU WHAT? Bloody hell, Hermione! You can't just tell me....tell me that!" Ron was breathing heavily again, and clenching his fists. Hermione risked looking up at his face, and his eyes were dilated. He looked like he was trying to hold himself back from doing something.
Her mouth was dry, but she wasn't done. She was so curious about all of this. Even though she was embarrassed now, she had to continue.
"What does it feel like....for men, I mean?"
Ron's mouth was open, and this time he didn't say a thing. Instead, he grabbed both her arms and tugged her into his lap. She squirmed as close as she could to the warm, hard heat there, and trembled as Ron's mouth molded over hers, and his fingers dug into her arms. It hurt...but it felt so good. She draped her arms around his neck....and then his tongue entered her mouth for the first time. This was a fantasy she had for so long....and it was well worth the wait.
She sucked at his tongue as if it was a lollipop, and he uttered a harsh moan. Now, one of his hands were curling into her long bushy hair, and the other one was rubbing up and down on her thigh. Oh Gods...there were too many good sensations all at once.
"Oh, Ron..." She moaned when he came up for air, and the breath being released from her mouth caught in a sigh. She was thinking about the best way to rip off his jumper and undershirt, when he stilled again.
She pulled back, and he didn't move. When she looked at him, he was simply sitting there, his eyes closed. They were rotating under his eyelids, as if he was dreaming.
"Ron?" She gently tapped one of his arms. He didn't move; didn't make a sound.
Hermione began to feel fear...more fear then she'd ever felt in her life. Even when she thought the Centaurs were going to kill her and Harry...she hadn't been this scared.
She could do nothing but watch, until he suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. He appeared confused. Then he focused on Hermione, who was still sitting in his lap.
"Draco. He's messing around in the dungeons. He was talking to someone..or something...in the shadows. I couldn't quite hear what he said." Ron muttered huskily.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to tell her.
He pushed her gently from him and stood up, a look of purpose in his eyes. He reached down for her hand, and she put hers in his. He pulled her up, and said, "Let's go."
~*~
Ron practically dragged her all way down the hall, and Hermione began to wonder how late it was. As she was pondering this, she heard a group of students talking quite loudly, and they were walking toward them.
The group came around the corner, and Harry was in the lead. He was holding the hand of Susan Bones, and behind them appeared to be the entire Gryffindor house.
"Ron, Hermione!" Harry said, looking surprised. He glanced over at Susan, who was smiling at Hermione and Ron. "Hello." Susan said.
"Hi, Susan. Hi, Harry." Hermione grinned. She had known Susan before the D.A. meetings last year. Apparently, Harry had found an interest in her, and Hermione was pleased. Susan liked Arithmancy as much as Hermione did, and they studied off and on together. Hermione chanced a look at Ron. He looked unhappy and impatient.
"What's all this?" Ron said loudly, looking pointedly at Harry, then glaring at Susan.
"It's a celebration for the new team. We planned this after dinner. I was going to tell you, but I couldn't find you--you were in a meeting, of course." Harry grinned.
"We're going to the Room of Requirement." Susan said.
"It's good to see you're in a better mood, Ron. You two should join us." Harry invited.
"We can't right now." Ron said tensely. He was clenching Hermione's hand awfully hard. She squirmed.
"Suit yourself. I must have spoken too soon." Harry muttered darkly, and the group of Gryffindors began to trickle past the four standstills. Ron began to pull Hermione down the hall, and she worriedly looked back at the group. "Don't stay too long, it's nearly curfew time!" She shouted weakly.
Harry and Susan were walking off, too, and then Harry shouted to them, "I hope you had a nice PREFECT meeting!" Hermione heard Harry and Susan laugh.
Ron snorted, then he muttered something about non-Gryffindor's not being allowed at all-Gryffindor parties. Hermione cleared her throat, to let him know she had heard and had not approved.
"I wonder where Ginny was?" Ron asked suddenly.
Hermione looked up at him as he pulled her along. "I don't know. Then again, I didn't see Neville either."
"Oh hell!"
Ron made a ferocious growl and stopped.
"Ron, what is it now?" Hermione asked, and this time she was losing her patience.
For a moment, he stood there, indecisive. Then he grabbed her hand again and said. "Never mind. We need to get down to the dungeons."
Hermione rolled her eyes, and finally, after many downward staircases and turns, they were in the dungeons. Hermione wondered why there always seemed to be a green glow down here. Maybe the stones were made from some kind of-
Suddenly, one of Ron's arms went around her waist, the other clapped over her mouth, and he pulled her into a shadowed grotto. Hermione watched as Draco Malfoy came around the corner, looking unusual without the company of his friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. At that moment, Draco did something strange. He walked away from them, down the hall, looked around, and then knelt down. His hand left hand reached from his side, and seemed to be putting something down into the shadows. Since all this was done on the opposite side from which they were viewing, Hermione couldn't be sure. Then, Draco said something into the shadows. He got up and walked back the way he had came.
At that moment, Hermione realized it was an exact description of what Ron had muttered while they were in the Room of Requirement.
"How did you-" She began, but was cut off.
"SHH!" Ron said loudly. Taking out his wand, he walked quickly up to where Draco had been kneeling.
"Lumos." He said softly, and the tip of his wand burned brightly. Hermione ran up to him, just as Ron said harshly, "Shit!"
"Ron!" Hermione admonished, and then she looked down past the tip of Ron's wand to the floor.
There was absolutely nothing there.
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Chapter Thirteen---In The Shadows
*
The moment that Ron grabbed her chin, and Hermione was sure was going to kiss her, was one of the most anticipatory moments of her life. She closed her eyes when he clasped it, and waited, breathless.
Then, his soft lips (those gorgeous lips) brushed hers very softly. Though her heart leapt, she waited, hoping he would do what the male of steamy novels normally did. She craved the thought of Ron's lips tugging at hers, separating her lips, and gently teasing her with his naughty tongue. Instead, Hermione was deeply surprised when he pulled back, opting for something far less intense. She'd enjoyed that brief moment....but she craved him too much to let it go at that.
After all, she'd practically begged him for the last several minutes to kiss her. For Merlin's sake, didn't he know she wanted him? That she loved only him?
That's when she'd buried her fingers into that LOVELY hair (she'd inwardly gasped), and kissed him for all she was worth. She was certain she was doing the right thing....after all, how many times had men lost control in those books, when the women sucked on their lower lips?
Then, she couldn't remember much, except how his arms had crushed her to him, and she lost her breath momentarily. It didn't matter one bit, as long as he continued to lick at her lips like he was, and then suck at HER bottom lip. It was also very pleasant, having her soft chest crushed up against his hard one.
And, lying on her back, with him pressing his hardness against her, was certainly the most exciting thing she had ever felt in her whole life. Her body burnt with a tremendous intensity, and she could hear sounds coming from her throat she didn't know she possessed. She wanted to tug off his jumper and t-shirt, she wanted to touch his chest...like she'd dreamt oft of.
But then, that fantastic warmth and weight was gone from her, and she was lying on her back, watching him run shaking hands through his hair. He was breathing very heavily. She said something, not sure what, and then heard him say something about needing to calm down.
Not wanting to lose the connection between them, she grasped his hand, and then realized what he was trying to do. He needed to calm down...he was trying to prevent himself from......with her...
Her body burned with intense desire. How she so wanted that....and feared it, too.
All the dreams she'd had about Ron could never have prepared her for the heat and passion she'd felt in his arms. In fourth year, she never could have imagined she would have been able to incite such a response from his body. After all, he apparently hadn't even realized she was a girl up until the Yule Ball fiasco.
For a while they sat silently, and Hermione didn't say anything. She realized now was a good time to talk to him about that incident during the summer, when she'd heard him pleasuring himself and uttering her name.
"I have so many things I've wanted to ask you." She said simply.
Ron did not look pleased.
"Don't look at me like that." She said tensely, and then moved closer to him. "You stopped me once when I started talking about this; you tricked me into talking about something else, and I refuse to let you change the subject this time."
Ron was blushing...apparently he already knew the topic of conversation. "Hermione, I--"
"Do you...fantasize about me?" She rested her arm on his shoulder, and let one finger gently caress his cheek.
Ron's eyes widened, and he reddened perceptibly. "You see, Hermione, I was just..."
"Because I fantasize about you." Hermione whispered huskily, feeling her face burn. She dropped the arm from his shoulder. Merlin....did I really say that, she thought. She couldn't believe her boldness. But suddenly, she felt like she could say almost anything to him.
"You do?" Ron's eyes widened even more, and his voice raised an octave.
She nodded, now looking down. She took a breath, trying to give herself courage to tell him everything. "And I do....the same thing to myself that you did....that one time I heard you in your room."
She caught her breath, hoping he wouldn't think she was very wicked. For a very long time, she felt Ron's eyes on her. She wondered if he understood what she had meant. Suddenly, he shouted.
"YOU WHAT? Bloody hell, Hermione! You can't just tell me....tell me that!" Ron was breathing heavily again, and clenching his fists. Hermione risked looking up at his face, and his eyes were dilated. He looked like he was trying to hold himself back from doing something.
Her mouth was dry, but she wasn't done. She was so curious about all of this. Even though she was embarrassed now, she had to continue.
"What does it feel like....for men, I mean?"
Ron's mouth was open, and this time he didn't say a thing. Instead, he grabbed both her arms and tugged her into his lap. She squirmed as close as she could to the warm, hard heat there, and trembled as Ron's mouth molded over hers, and his fingers dug into her arms. It hurt...but it felt so good. She draped her arms around his neck....and then his tongue entered her mouth for the first time. This was a fantasy she had for so long....and it was well worth the wait.
She sucked at his tongue as if it was a lollipop, and he uttered a harsh moan. Now, one of his hands were curling into her long bushy hair, and the other one was rubbing up and down on her thigh. Oh Gods...there were too many good sensations all at once.
"Oh, Ron..." She moaned when he came up for air, and the breath being released from her mouth caught in a sigh. She was thinking about the best way to rip off his jumper and undershirt, when he stilled again.
She pulled back, and he didn't move. When she looked at him, he was simply sitting there, his eyes closed. They were rotating under his eyelids, as if he was dreaming.
"Ron?" She gently tapped one of his arms. He didn't move; didn't make a sound.
Hermione began to feel fear...more fear then she'd ever felt in her life. Even when she thought the Centaurs were going to kill her and Harry...she hadn't been this scared.
She could do nothing but watch, until he suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. He appeared confused. Then he focused on Hermione, who was still sitting in his lap.
"Draco. He's messing around in the dungeons. He was talking to someone..or something...in the shadows. I couldn't quite hear what he said." Ron muttered huskily.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to tell her.
He pushed her gently from him and stood up, a look of purpose in his eyes. He reached down for her hand, and she put hers in his. He pulled her up, and said, "Let's go."
~*~
Ron practically dragged her all way down the hall, and Hermione began to wonder how late it was. As she was pondering this, she heard a group of students talking quite loudly, and they were walking toward them.
The group came around the corner, and Harry was in the lead. He was holding the hand of Susan Bones, and behind them appeared to be the entire Gryffindor house.
"Ron, Hermione!" Harry said, looking surprised. He glanced over at Susan, who was smiling at Hermione and Ron. "Hello." Susan said.
"Hi, Susan. Hi, Harry." Hermione grinned. She had known Susan before the D.A. meetings last year. Apparently, Harry had found an interest in her, and Hermione was pleased. Susan liked Arithmancy as much as Hermione did, and they studied off and on together. Hermione chanced a look at Ron. He looked unhappy and impatient.
"What's all this?" Ron said loudly, looking pointedly at Harry, then glaring at Susan.
"It's a celebration for the new team. We planned this after dinner. I was going to tell you, but I couldn't find you--you were in a meeting, of course." Harry grinned.
"We're going to the Room of Requirement." Susan said.
"It's good to see you're in a better mood, Ron. You two should join us." Harry invited.
"We can't right now." Ron said tensely. He was clenching Hermione's hand awfully hard. She squirmed.
"Suit yourself. I must have spoken too soon." Harry muttered darkly, and the group of Gryffindors began to trickle past the four standstills. Ron began to pull Hermione down the hall, and she worriedly looked back at the group. "Don't stay too long, it's nearly curfew time!" She shouted weakly.
Harry and Susan were walking off, too, and then Harry shouted to them, "I hope you had a nice PREFECT meeting!" Hermione heard Harry and Susan laugh.
Ron snorted, then he muttered something about non-Gryffindor's not being allowed at all-Gryffindor parties. Hermione cleared her throat, to let him know she had heard and had not approved.
"I wonder where Ginny was?" Ron asked suddenly.
Hermione looked up at him as he pulled her along. "I don't know. Then again, I didn't see Neville either."
"Oh hell!"
Ron made a ferocious growl and stopped.
"Ron, what is it now?" Hermione asked, and this time she was losing her patience.
For a moment, he stood there, indecisive. Then he grabbed her hand again and said. "Never mind. We need to get down to the dungeons."
Hermione rolled her eyes, and finally, after many downward staircases and turns, they were in the dungeons. Hermione wondered why there always seemed to be a green glow down here. Maybe the stones were made from some kind of-
Suddenly, one of Ron's arms went around her waist, the other clapped over her mouth, and he pulled her into a shadowed grotto. Hermione watched as Draco Malfoy came around the corner, looking unusual without the company of his friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. At that moment, Draco did something strange. He walked away from them, down the hall, looked around, and then knelt down. His hand left hand reached from his side, and seemed to be putting something down into the shadows. Since all this was done on the opposite side from which they were viewing, Hermione couldn't be sure. Then, Draco said something into the shadows. He got up and walked back the way he had came.
At that moment, Hermione realized it was an exact description of what Ron had muttered while they were in the Room of Requirement.
"How did you-" She began, but was cut off.
"SHH!" Ron said loudly. Taking out his wand, he walked quickly up to where Draco had been kneeling.
"Lumos." He said softly, and the tip of his wand burned brightly. Hermione ran up to him, just as Ron said harshly, "Shit!"
"Ron!" Hermione admonished, and then she looked down past the tip of Ron's wand to the floor.
There was absolutely nothing there.
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