Alesco
Chapter Twenty-Eight---Connubium
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A/N: DUE TO THE GRAPHIC SEXUAL NATURE OF THIS CHAPTER, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED
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With the dark,
Oh I see so very clearly now
All my fears are drifting by me so slowly now
Fading away
I can say
The night is long but you are here
Close at hand oh I'm better for the smile you give
And while I live
I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year there will be
"Follow You, Follow Me" by Genesis
*
Hermione clasped Ron's hand tightly as they looked furtively up and down the stairwell. Finally, when Ron opened the door to the sixth-year's dormitory, Hermione squeezed inside and Ron softly closed the door.
It was the first time they'd both escaped up to the dormitory together, and Hermione had a giddy feeling inside. She knew she felt like this because it was so wrong to be there with him, but she also knew she felt it because of what she'd dedicated herself to do with Ron.
Ron would be hers completely before the night was over.
She knew it with as much of a certainty as she knew she would have followed him into the very lair of Lord Voldemort.
Ron lit a candle on his desk with his wand, and tugged off his school tie. He then slipped off his school robe, as Hermione hesitantly pushed the curtains aside on his bed and sat on its edge. She didn't say anything, simply watched him as he did these common activities.
She nudged off both her shoes with her toes, and slid them under the bed. It wouldn't do for anyone to see them when they came up to the dormitory later.
Then, she curled up inside the comfort of the quilts on Ron's bed.
She heard some more rustling outside, and finally Ron joined her on the bed. He was wearing a worn Chudley Cannon's t-shirt, which was must have been more than ten years old. She could tell by the old logo on it. He was wearing some old leisurely blue cotton shorts, too, a pair she had seen him wear during the summer.
Suddenly, a dozen thoughts began to race through her mind. About what she looked like at that moment, about what Lavender and Parvati would ask her about in the morning, about how afraid she was.....about....
Hermione suddenly put her head in her hands. She'd forgotten to brew the potion they would need. How stupid could she be?
"What's wrong?" Ron suddenly said, and the break in the silence was deafening. Hermione looked up, startled, as he put a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, nothing." Hermione replied weakly. She looked up at him, and he avoided her eyes.
They sat they way in silence for a brief moment, and he gently rubbed her shoulder. For a split second, she thought he might be moving closer to her.
Then she remembered what she'd said to get him up here.
"Lie down." She instructed him softly.
He pulled back, and Hermione just missed a look he shot her. He rolled over on his stomach, and Hermione moved forward and put her hands on his legs. He started a bit at the first touch, and then he began to relax.
She caressed his legs a bit, and then started to press into them more forcefully. He had soft, not overlong pale hairs running across his very long, muscled legs.
Hermione worshipped his legs with her hands, and couldn't helps smiling; in a short while, she had to cast a silencing and impenetrable charm on the curtains around the bed, because Ron was letting out little moans.
Every time he did, Hermione's belly clenched with heat. She could feel the telltale warmth and wetness pool between her thighs. It always happened like this...sometimes just being close to him did it.
Finally, Ron rolled over. The light of the nearly melted candle on Ron's desk was bleeding in through the curtains, so she could tell that Ron was.....not just happy about the massage.
She leaned forward without hesitation, and kissed him as her life depended on it.
He rolled her under him, and began to kiss her....no, snog her, almost in desperation. She reveled at the silky feel of her lips against his, of the sweet taste on his tongue as it passed over hers.
Moving against him now, with a purpose, she tugged at the hem of his shirt. It needed to be off, there was no question about it.
Without realizing when it happened, Ron had pulled off her blouse. His hands were not shy as they caressed her breasts through the thin bra she wore. Hermione felt her necklace tangle about her throat, so she took a moment to pull it over her head and let it fall somewhere on the bed. Ron eased up on her body, allowing her to complete the motion.
Hermione put her arms around him and squeezed hard.
She felt him reach around her back. She kissed him in agreement. Yes, the bra had to go, too.
After long moments of awkward fumbling, he managed to unhook it. Once he was done, he muttered into her shoulder, "Bloody rotten muggle clothing." Then he gave her shoulder a soft kiss as he pulled the bra up and off her.
Hermione laughed, a little nervous, as Ron looked down at her. She wanted Ron to see her, but she also was afraid of what he might think. The other night, it had been too dark for him to see anything.
She resisted the temptation to cover herself with her hands.
The light was very weak now, but Ron could apparently still see. His eyes grew wide, wider then she'd ever seen them get.
Clearing her throat, she managed to say, "Witch bras are made the same way as muggle bras, Ron."
Ron just stared at her for a moment, before croaking, "What are you on about?" Finally, he closed his hands over her breasts, and let out a tremendous moan. "Gods, Hermione, but you're....they're....bloody brilliant."
Hermione felt a corner of her mouth lift as she placed her hands on his chest, in the exact same position as his were on her body. She leaned up and said lightly, "So are yours, Mr Weasley."
Ron laughed huskily, and then he bent down to take her lips again. For a while, they moved against each other heatedly.
It didn't take long for Hermione to realize that her jeans needed to be off, too.
Ron seemed to think the exact same thing, because his hands reached for her fly at the same time. Their hands met there, and so they made her disrobing into an intricate dance of loving hands. The dance ended when Ron scooted down and tugged her jeans off, tossing them into a pile at the end of the bed.
Now, as Ron shrugged off his shorts, the only thing separating them were two very thin pieces of cotton. Hermione's heart pounded fiercely in her chest, once Ron put his wonderful weight back on her. She could feel the tremendously hard part of him, poking into the soft places that yearned for him.
Oh, this was too good to be true, she thought, as her now sweaty hands drifted over his back. It was beautiful.
After a moment of delicious snogging and touching of young bodies, Hermione reached up and pushed him away. She hated do do it, but she had to.
"Ron..." She said it breathlessly.
"Yes?" He said, and looked down at her. His pupils were dilated, and it looked like he wanted to continue kissing her.
"Ron, I want to." She whispered, giving him what she hoped was her most longing look.
"Want to?" He asked huskily, still staring at her lips. Then he pulled back, in sudden understanding. From the faint light of the candle, she could tell he was blushing. "Oh," he said, heavily exhaling, and then swallowing.
Hermione reached up and gave him a soft kiss. He continued to look down at her, apparently frozen in place.
He began to breathe very heavily. His face turned even more red then before.
Oh hell, Hermione thought. He's getting scared. What if he doesn't want to? What am I going to do?
So, she sat up, and took his shoulders in her hands. "Do you have the potion?" She said sharply, urgently.
Ron blinked. "Potion?"
"Yes...the Connubium Potion." Hermione narrowed her eyes, and thumped his chest. "Do you have it?"
Ron started to shake. "Uh...no...I don't." Then he looked down at her, a sort of fearful look in his eyes. "But...I can get it."
He got up, and was about to open the curtains before he realized he couldn't with the impenetrable charm in place. Looking sheepishly back at Hermione, she pulled her wand out from under the pillow and undid the spell. Ron scrambled out into the dormitory, and Hermione peeked through the curtains.
The dormitory was still devoid of other boys, and Ron was running from one boy's chest of drawers to another. Finally, Hermione saw him open Neville's bedside drawer, and he apparently found what he was looking for.
"SHITE!" Ron shouted, obviously furious. She heard him mutter a few more obscenities.
Hermione pulled back into the bed, and bit her lip. Well....Ron now knew about Ginny and Neville. She hoped he wouldn't hurt Neville, or get too angry with Ginny.
Hermione heard Ron moving around the bed, and then she saw another light brighten the desk beside her. She peaked through the curtain, and Ron was adjusting the flame in his oil lamp. It was as bright as he could get it. Finally, clutching a blue bottle, he slid onto the bed, right into Hermione's waiting arms.
Hermione whispered against his ear, "Please don't be angry with Neville, Ron."
Ron just grumbled, and then placed a fierce kiss on her lips. Hermione noticed that during his activity the...excitement...he'd been feeling had barely diminished. His arousal was still evident through the thin cloth of his underwear.
He pulled away briefly, and gave her a long look. He put the bottle out in front of them, and started to uncork it.
Hermione took up her wand again, glad that she could see Ron much better now. She pointed the wand toward the curtains, and muttered the silencing and impenetrable spells.
Ron now had the cork off, and looked down into the bottle. "Bloody hell! It's nearly empty! Only enough left for about four gulps." He looked up at Hermione. "That randy git...."
Hermione grabbed the bottle from him, took a mouthful, and swallowed quickly. It had an intense peppermint taste...so intense, it was disgusting. She stuck her tongue out at him, and handed the bottle over.
Ron stared at her. "Are you sure about this, Hermione?" He was shaking again, breathing heavily, and his face was glowing red.
"Never more sure." She looked into his eyes without blinking.
"Okay." He whispered, and looked down into the bottle he was holding. Moving the mouth to his lips, he muttered, "Cheers."
Swallowing visibly, he choked, "Gods...at least it's better than Polyjuice! Ick!"
Hermione smiled, and watched as he put the cork back in the bottle. Ron slipped the bottle between the mattress and headboard, so that it was still standing upright. Hermione wrapped her arms around his body, and he did the same.
"Remember, Ron, that the potion takes effect immediately, and one swallow lasts an entire week." Hermione said authoritatively.
There was a little grumble deep in Ron's chest. "You're still tutoring, even when....." He let out a harsh sigh.
"Certainly...and I plan to tutor much more tonight." She exhaled loudly, and held him closer.
Ron pulled back a bit. "You don't mean...." He looked aghast.
Suddenly, Hermione thought she knew what he was thinking. "Ron!" She gave him an irritated look. "No...I've never done this before! But I've....read about it enough. And how could you think I had...when I hadn't even kissed anyone before!" She glared at him, but was rewarded with a very long, heated kiss.
Finally, she was back where she wanted to be. They were now rolling about on the bed, and Hermione felt a huge sense of satisfaction knowing that it didn't matter how loud they were. Nobody would be able to hear them.
After a long, agonising time, Hermione was able to slip off Ron's underwear. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw, not even the books she'd read or the pictures she'd seen.
Ron was magnificent.
Without hesitation, she put her hand around that part of him. It was so strange....to feel the soft, hot, silky skin, and how smoothly it moved over the hard skin underneath. Ron was groaning loudly now, his head thrown back, as Hermione took her other hand and traced the evident veins under the skin there. He let out a choked sound, and grabbed her wrists.
"Gods, Hermione...I'm not going to last if you do that." Ron leaned forward, breathing the end of his sentence into her hair. Then, he gave her a questioning look, as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her knickers.
She nodded, pleased, and a little afraid, as he pulled them off. As he was slipping them off the bottom of her legs, he let out a muffled groan of apparent appreciation.
Throwing her knickers into the ever growing pile at the end of the bed, he moved back up to her and looked down. His eyes were bugging, and then he said harshly, "Hermione....I don't know what to say, I don't know....I can't believe this..."
Hermione was trembling, with both fear and passion, as she hurled herself into his arms.
They kissed and touched, as if to learn and know about one another in a way that transcended all that had been before.
To Hermione, it felt like being reborn.
Finally, as the fateful moment lay stretching before them, unspoken, Ron knelt between her thighs. She could feel him move the tip of himself to her opening, and even tease at her sensitive places with it before asking softly, and with a choking voice, "Can I?"
"Yes." Hermione stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He pushed forward slowly, and Hermione felt her body clench. As he moved forward, she could feel the tip sliding farther into her opening. It was sliding across the wetness there, and it felt exhilarating.
All at once, she felt the tip begin to breach the opening.
A sharp tightness and pain welled between her legs. It had arrived very unexpectedly.
She looked up at Ron, and his face was pinched in a look that appeared to be agony, and there was sweat on his brow. Hermione knew better than that. He was trying to hold back, even though it felt so good.
Hermione was afraid. She started to push at his chest. "I'm scared." She whimpered, but she wanted this too much.
Ron opened his eyes, and pulled back a little. "Do you want to stop?" He muttered huskily. She could tell he would, by just one word from her.
"No." She said shakily. She put her arms around his shoulders again. "Please don't." She closed her eyes, hoping that he would push forward all at once, and then the pain would be gone.
Almost as though he understood her silent plea, he pushed forward suddenly.
There was a tight, sharp pain between her legs, but to Hermione's astonishment, it hadn't been as painful as she thought it would be. She felt her body begin to shake with excitement. "Is it...all the way in?" She looked up at Ron, an amazing feeling spread through her body. She began to breathe quickly, and smiled widely.
He looked down at her, and the look on his face certainly must have rivaled hers. He looked as if he was in heaven. "Uh...oh, Gods, I don't know." He inhaled, and a tiny drop of sweat started to form on the tip of his nose.
Hermione reached up to brush it away, and then she wrapped her arms about him, smiling with intense pleasure. This filling sensation was so wonderful. It was perfect.
Hermione knew it was best to lay very still, and wait until Ron adjusted to the tightness of her body. So she clung to him, and reveled in how happy she was. If this was all there ever was, if this closeness was all they ever had, it would be enough.
Finally, after a very long time, she pushed at Ron, and then reached up to give him a kiss. His brow was still sweating, and he was still breathing heavily. It was then that he looked into her eyes, and started to move inside her.
She wanted to scream with happiness.
"I..." he looked at her intensely, and groaned, pushing back into her. He let out a sound that was a cross between a scream and a sigh. ".....love...." He pulled out again, and pushed back in. "...you...." The last word was said on a harsh grunt, and then Ron's body began to shudder. He pulled back again, and pushed back into her forcefully.
The veins at the temples of his face became prominent, as he choked on a harsh, low shout of pleasure.
Hermione clutched at him, loving the feel of him as hot warmth seeped into her body. She lay there, stroking his wet back, as he shuddered above her.
She was amazed to feel that part of him twitching inside her--with pleasant aftershocks.
Ron lay on her for a very long time, and his breathing slowly calmed. When he finally began to move off her, she stopped him.
"Please....just stay here with me." Hermione breathed, and then Ron rolled them over. Now, they were lying looking at one another.
Hermione felt that part of him leave her body, and she was bereft. Curling close to Ron, she felt herself become weary.
I can't sleep now, she thought, with all these pleasant feelings rushing through me.
But she knew she could. And she did.
~*~
Ron opened his eyes, and smiled at the pleasant dreams he'd had.
He was surprised to see that it was still dark, and that he normally didn't awaken until daybreak or until it was time to get up for his classes.
That was when he realized why he'd woken.
A very warm, very naked female body was curled around his.
She wasn't just warm....she was sweaty.
And she was moving luxuriously against him.
He turned to this....woman....and tangled his hand into the bushy brown curls on her head.
Oh, Gods, it's really Hermione, he thought. He thrilled when he remembered all that had happened earlier that night.
He smiled, and then reached down to kiss the pouting lips he found there. After a moment, through the faint moonlight flowing through the window, he saw her eyes sleepily open.
"Ron?" She sounded confused for a moment, but then her eyes opened wide and she hugged him intensely. "Oh, Ron!"
"Hermione." It was all Ron could say. He felt awkward. He was hard again, as he normally was in the morning. In the morning after dreams of her, that is.
He was astonished when her hand grasped his arousal, and began to stroke it excitedly. Then, she did something he would have never expected.
Pulling away from him, she lay flat on her back, and pulled him close to her side.
"I want to show you." She opened her legs, and then he thought his eyes would pop out of his skull when he saw her fingers begin to dance in the center of the hair there.
It was dark enough that he couldn't see her too clearly, but he lay sprawled in fascination. All he could do was watch for a long time, dry-mouthed, as she climbed higher and higher, and then he saw her face screw up with her pleasure.
He felt his arousal reach its highest point when he saw her tense, and stroke energetically, as she let her release come, and she let out a happy little squeal.
What could he do, or say, after having witnessed that?
He did the only thing he could think of. He reached down, grasped her body, and gave her a deep snog. She snogged him back, wrapping her arms around him. He couldn't help but feel the wetness on her right hand, the hand that had.....
He thought no more, as she teased and goaded him to enter her body once more.
This time, he held back for much, much longer. He pounded into her, again and again, and thought there could never be anything in the world so wonderful then to hear her pleased sounds beneath him. When he looked into her face, he knew she was enjoying it every bit as much as he was.
Sweat was forming on her brow and her lip, and she reached up to kiss him repeatedly. After one intense snog, she clenched his shoulders, and Ron almost gasped in pain.
That's when he realised she was coming....and he had caused her to.
She let out the same little squeal as before, and this time leaned forward and gently bit on his earlobe.
He could hold back no longer. Letting out a primal shout, he poured himself into her, shaking and sobbing with pleasure.
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Chapter Twenty-Eight---Connubium
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A/N: DUE TO THE GRAPHIC SEXUAL NATURE OF THIS CHAPTER, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED
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With the dark,
Oh I see so very clearly now
All my fears are drifting by me so slowly now
Fading away
I can say
The night is long but you are here
Close at hand oh I'm better for the smile you give
And while I live
I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year there will be
"Follow You, Follow Me" by Genesis
*
Hermione clasped Ron's hand tightly as they looked furtively up and down the stairwell. Finally, when Ron opened the door to the sixth-year's dormitory, Hermione squeezed inside and Ron softly closed the door.
It was the first time they'd both escaped up to the dormitory together, and Hermione had a giddy feeling inside. She knew she felt like this because it was so wrong to be there with him, but she also knew she felt it because of what she'd dedicated herself to do with Ron.
Ron would be hers completely before the night was over.
She knew it with as much of a certainty as she knew she would have followed him into the very lair of Lord Voldemort.
Ron lit a candle on his desk with his wand, and tugged off his school tie. He then slipped off his school robe, as Hermione hesitantly pushed the curtains aside on his bed and sat on its edge. She didn't say anything, simply watched him as he did these common activities.
She nudged off both her shoes with her toes, and slid them under the bed. It wouldn't do for anyone to see them when they came up to the dormitory later.
Then, she curled up inside the comfort of the quilts on Ron's bed.
She heard some more rustling outside, and finally Ron joined her on the bed. He was wearing a worn Chudley Cannon's t-shirt, which was must have been more than ten years old. She could tell by the old logo on it. He was wearing some old leisurely blue cotton shorts, too, a pair she had seen him wear during the summer.
Suddenly, a dozen thoughts began to race through her mind. About what she looked like at that moment, about what Lavender and Parvati would ask her about in the morning, about how afraid she was.....about....
Hermione suddenly put her head in her hands. She'd forgotten to brew the potion they would need. How stupid could she be?
"What's wrong?" Ron suddenly said, and the break in the silence was deafening. Hermione looked up, startled, as he put a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, nothing." Hermione replied weakly. She looked up at him, and he avoided her eyes.
They sat they way in silence for a brief moment, and he gently rubbed her shoulder. For a split second, she thought he might be moving closer to her.
Then she remembered what she'd said to get him up here.
"Lie down." She instructed him softly.
He pulled back, and Hermione just missed a look he shot her. He rolled over on his stomach, and Hermione moved forward and put her hands on his legs. He started a bit at the first touch, and then he began to relax.
She caressed his legs a bit, and then started to press into them more forcefully. He had soft, not overlong pale hairs running across his very long, muscled legs.
Hermione worshipped his legs with her hands, and couldn't helps smiling; in a short while, she had to cast a silencing and impenetrable charm on the curtains around the bed, because Ron was letting out little moans.
Every time he did, Hermione's belly clenched with heat. She could feel the telltale warmth and wetness pool between her thighs. It always happened like this...sometimes just being close to him did it.
Finally, Ron rolled over. The light of the nearly melted candle on Ron's desk was bleeding in through the curtains, so she could tell that Ron was.....not just happy about the massage.
She leaned forward without hesitation, and kissed him as her life depended on it.
He rolled her under him, and began to kiss her....no, snog her, almost in desperation. She reveled at the silky feel of her lips against his, of the sweet taste on his tongue as it passed over hers.
Moving against him now, with a purpose, she tugged at the hem of his shirt. It needed to be off, there was no question about it.
Without realizing when it happened, Ron had pulled off her blouse. His hands were not shy as they caressed her breasts through the thin bra she wore. Hermione felt her necklace tangle about her throat, so she took a moment to pull it over her head and let it fall somewhere on the bed. Ron eased up on her body, allowing her to complete the motion.
Hermione put her arms around him and squeezed hard.
She felt him reach around her back. She kissed him in agreement. Yes, the bra had to go, too.
After long moments of awkward fumbling, he managed to unhook it. Once he was done, he muttered into her shoulder, "Bloody rotten muggle clothing." Then he gave her shoulder a soft kiss as he pulled the bra up and off her.
Hermione laughed, a little nervous, as Ron looked down at her. She wanted Ron to see her, but she also was afraid of what he might think. The other night, it had been too dark for him to see anything.
She resisted the temptation to cover herself with her hands.
The light was very weak now, but Ron could apparently still see. His eyes grew wide, wider then she'd ever seen them get.
Clearing her throat, she managed to say, "Witch bras are made the same way as muggle bras, Ron."
Ron just stared at her for a moment, before croaking, "What are you on about?" Finally, he closed his hands over her breasts, and let out a tremendous moan. "Gods, Hermione, but you're....they're....bloody brilliant."
Hermione felt a corner of her mouth lift as she placed her hands on his chest, in the exact same position as his were on her body. She leaned up and said lightly, "So are yours, Mr Weasley."
Ron laughed huskily, and then he bent down to take her lips again. For a while, they moved against each other heatedly.
It didn't take long for Hermione to realize that her jeans needed to be off, too.
Ron seemed to think the exact same thing, because his hands reached for her fly at the same time. Their hands met there, and so they made her disrobing into an intricate dance of loving hands. The dance ended when Ron scooted down and tugged her jeans off, tossing them into a pile at the end of the bed.
Now, as Ron shrugged off his shorts, the only thing separating them were two very thin pieces of cotton. Hermione's heart pounded fiercely in her chest, once Ron put his wonderful weight back on her. She could feel the tremendously hard part of him, poking into the soft places that yearned for him.
Oh, this was too good to be true, she thought, as her now sweaty hands drifted over his back. It was beautiful.
After a moment of delicious snogging and touching of young bodies, Hermione reached up and pushed him away. She hated do do it, but she had to.
"Ron..." She said it breathlessly.
"Yes?" He said, and looked down at her. His pupils were dilated, and it looked like he wanted to continue kissing her.
"Ron, I want to." She whispered, giving him what she hoped was her most longing look.
"Want to?" He asked huskily, still staring at her lips. Then he pulled back, in sudden understanding. From the faint light of the candle, she could tell he was blushing. "Oh," he said, heavily exhaling, and then swallowing.
Hermione reached up and gave him a soft kiss. He continued to look down at her, apparently frozen in place.
He began to breathe very heavily. His face turned even more red then before.
Oh hell, Hermione thought. He's getting scared. What if he doesn't want to? What am I going to do?
So, she sat up, and took his shoulders in her hands. "Do you have the potion?" She said sharply, urgently.
Ron blinked. "Potion?"
"Yes...the Connubium Potion." Hermione narrowed her eyes, and thumped his chest. "Do you have it?"
Ron started to shake. "Uh...no...I don't." Then he looked down at her, a sort of fearful look in his eyes. "But...I can get it."
He got up, and was about to open the curtains before he realized he couldn't with the impenetrable charm in place. Looking sheepishly back at Hermione, she pulled her wand out from under the pillow and undid the spell. Ron scrambled out into the dormitory, and Hermione peeked through the curtains.
The dormitory was still devoid of other boys, and Ron was running from one boy's chest of drawers to another. Finally, Hermione saw him open Neville's bedside drawer, and he apparently found what he was looking for.
"SHITE!" Ron shouted, obviously furious. She heard him mutter a few more obscenities.
Hermione pulled back into the bed, and bit her lip. Well....Ron now knew about Ginny and Neville. She hoped he wouldn't hurt Neville, or get too angry with Ginny.
Hermione heard Ron moving around the bed, and then she saw another light brighten the desk beside her. She peaked through the curtain, and Ron was adjusting the flame in his oil lamp. It was as bright as he could get it. Finally, clutching a blue bottle, he slid onto the bed, right into Hermione's waiting arms.
Hermione whispered against his ear, "Please don't be angry with Neville, Ron."
Ron just grumbled, and then placed a fierce kiss on her lips. Hermione noticed that during his activity the...excitement...he'd been feeling had barely diminished. His arousal was still evident through the thin cloth of his underwear.
He pulled away briefly, and gave her a long look. He put the bottle out in front of them, and started to uncork it.
Hermione took up her wand again, glad that she could see Ron much better now. She pointed the wand toward the curtains, and muttered the silencing and impenetrable spells.
Ron now had the cork off, and looked down into the bottle. "Bloody hell! It's nearly empty! Only enough left for about four gulps." He looked up at Hermione. "That randy git...."
Hermione grabbed the bottle from him, took a mouthful, and swallowed quickly. It had an intense peppermint taste...so intense, it was disgusting. She stuck her tongue out at him, and handed the bottle over.
Ron stared at her. "Are you sure about this, Hermione?" He was shaking again, breathing heavily, and his face was glowing red.
"Never more sure." She looked into his eyes without blinking.
"Okay." He whispered, and looked down into the bottle he was holding. Moving the mouth to his lips, he muttered, "Cheers."
Swallowing visibly, he choked, "Gods...at least it's better than Polyjuice! Ick!"
Hermione smiled, and watched as he put the cork back in the bottle. Ron slipped the bottle between the mattress and headboard, so that it was still standing upright. Hermione wrapped her arms around his body, and he did the same.
"Remember, Ron, that the potion takes effect immediately, and one swallow lasts an entire week." Hermione said authoritatively.
There was a little grumble deep in Ron's chest. "You're still tutoring, even when....." He let out a harsh sigh.
"Certainly...and I plan to tutor much more tonight." She exhaled loudly, and held him closer.
Ron pulled back a bit. "You don't mean...." He looked aghast.
Suddenly, Hermione thought she knew what he was thinking. "Ron!" She gave him an irritated look. "No...I've never done this before! But I've....read about it enough. And how could you think I had...when I hadn't even kissed anyone before!" She glared at him, but was rewarded with a very long, heated kiss.
Finally, she was back where she wanted to be. They were now rolling about on the bed, and Hermione felt a huge sense of satisfaction knowing that it didn't matter how loud they were. Nobody would be able to hear them.
After a long, agonising time, Hermione was able to slip off Ron's underwear. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw, not even the books she'd read or the pictures she'd seen.
Ron was magnificent.
Without hesitation, she put her hand around that part of him. It was so strange....to feel the soft, hot, silky skin, and how smoothly it moved over the hard skin underneath. Ron was groaning loudly now, his head thrown back, as Hermione took her other hand and traced the evident veins under the skin there. He let out a choked sound, and grabbed her wrists.
"Gods, Hermione...I'm not going to last if you do that." Ron leaned forward, breathing the end of his sentence into her hair. Then, he gave her a questioning look, as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her knickers.
She nodded, pleased, and a little afraid, as he pulled them off. As he was slipping them off the bottom of her legs, he let out a muffled groan of apparent appreciation.
Throwing her knickers into the ever growing pile at the end of the bed, he moved back up to her and looked down. His eyes were bugging, and then he said harshly, "Hermione....I don't know what to say, I don't know....I can't believe this..."
Hermione was trembling, with both fear and passion, as she hurled herself into his arms.
They kissed and touched, as if to learn and know about one another in a way that transcended all that had been before.
To Hermione, it felt like being reborn.
Finally, as the fateful moment lay stretching before them, unspoken, Ron knelt between her thighs. She could feel him move the tip of himself to her opening, and even tease at her sensitive places with it before asking softly, and with a choking voice, "Can I?"
"Yes." Hermione stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He pushed forward slowly, and Hermione felt her body clench. As he moved forward, she could feel the tip sliding farther into her opening. It was sliding across the wetness there, and it felt exhilarating.
All at once, she felt the tip begin to breach the opening.
A sharp tightness and pain welled between her legs. It had arrived very unexpectedly.
She looked up at Ron, and his face was pinched in a look that appeared to be agony, and there was sweat on his brow. Hermione knew better than that. He was trying to hold back, even though it felt so good.
Hermione was afraid. She started to push at his chest. "I'm scared." She whimpered, but she wanted this too much.
Ron opened his eyes, and pulled back a little. "Do you want to stop?" He muttered huskily. She could tell he would, by just one word from her.
"No." She said shakily. She put her arms around his shoulders again. "Please don't." She closed her eyes, hoping that he would push forward all at once, and then the pain would be gone.
Almost as though he understood her silent plea, he pushed forward suddenly.
There was a tight, sharp pain between her legs, but to Hermione's astonishment, it hadn't been as painful as she thought it would be. She felt her body begin to shake with excitement. "Is it...all the way in?" She looked up at Ron, an amazing feeling spread through her body. She began to breathe quickly, and smiled widely.
He looked down at her, and the look on his face certainly must have rivaled hers. He looked as if he was in heaven. "Uh...oh, Gods, I don't know." He inhaled, and a tiny drop of sweat started to form on the tip of his nose.
Hermione reached up to brush it away, and then she wrapped her arms about him, smiling with intense pleasure. This filling sensation was so wonderful. It was perfect.
Hermione knew it was best to lay very still, and wait until Ron adjusted to the tightness of her body. So she clung to him, and reveled in how happy she was. If this was all there ever was, if this closeness was all they ever had, it would be enough.
Finally, after a very long time, she pushed at Ron, and then reached up to give him a kiss. His brow was still sweating, and he was still breathing heavily. It was then that he looked into her eyes, and started to move inside her.
She wanted to scream with happiness.
"I..." he looked at her intensely, and groaned, pushing back into her. He let out a sound that was a cross between a scream and a sigh. ".....love...." He pulled out again, and pushed back in. "...you...." The last word was said on a harsh grunt, and then Ron's body began to shudder. He pulled back again, and pushed back into her forcefully.
The veins at the temples of his face became prominent, as he choked on a harsh, low shout of pleasure.
Hermione clutched at him, loving the feel of him as hot warmth seeped into her body. She lay there, stroking his wet back, as he shuddered above her.
She was amazed to feel that part of him twitching inside her--with pleasant aftershocks.
Ron lay on her for a very long time, and his breathing slowly calmed. When he finally began to move off her, she stopped him.
"Please....just stay here with me." Hermione breathed, and then Ron rolled them over. Now, they were lying looking at one another.
Hermione felt that part of him leave her body, and she was bereft. Curling close to Ron, she felt herself become weary.
I can't sleep now, she thought, with all these pleasant feelings rushing through me.
But she knew she could. And she did.
~*~
Ron opened his eyes, and smiled at the pleasant dreams he'd had.
He was surprised to see that it was still dark, and that he normally didn't awaken until daybreak or until it was time to get up for his classes.
That was when he realized why he'd woken.
A very warm, very naked female body was curled around his.
She wasn't just warm....she was sweaty.
And she was moving luxuriously against him.
He turned to this....woman....and tangled his hand into the bushy brown curls on her head.
Oh, Gods, it's really Hermione, he thought. He thrilled when he remembered all that had happened earlier that night.
He smiled, and then reached down to kiss the pouting lips he found there. After a moment, through the faint moonlight flowing through the window, he saw her eyes sleepily open.
"Ron?" She sounded confused for a moment, but then her eyes opened wide and she hugged him intensely. "Oh, Ron!"
"Hermione." It was all Ron could say. He felt awkward. He was hard again, as he normally was in the morning. In the morning after dreams of her, that is.
He was astonished when her hand grasped his arousal, and began to stroke it excitedly. Then, she did something he would have never expected.
Pulling away from him, she lay flat on her back, and pulled him close to her side.
"I want to show you." She opened her legs, and then he thought his eyes would pop out of his skull when he saw her fingers begin to dance in the center of the hair there.
It was dark enough that he couldn't see her too clearly, but he lay sprawled in fascination. All he could do was watch for a long time, dry-mouthed, as she climbed higher and higher, and then he saw her face screw up with her pleasure.
He felt his arousal reach its highest point when he saw her tense, and stroke energetically, as she let her release come, and she let out a happy little squeal.
What could he do, or say, after having witnessed that?
He did the only thing he could think of. He reached down, grasped her body, and gave her a deep snog. She snogged him back, wrapping her arms around him. He couldn't help but feel the wetness on her right hand, the hand that had.....
He thought no more, as she teased and goaded him to enter her body once more.
This time, he held back for much, much longer. He pounded into her, again and again, and thought there could never be anything in the world so wonderful then to hear her pleased sounds beneath him. When he looked into her face, he knew she was enjoying it every bit as much as he was.
Sweat was forming on her brow and her lip, and she reached up to kiss him repeatedly. After one intense snog, she clenched his shoulders, and Ron almost gasped in pain.
That's when he realised she was coming....and he had caused her to.
She let out the same little squeal as before, and this time leaned forward and gently bit on his earlobe.
He could hold back no longer. Letting out a primal shout, he poured himself into her, shaking and sobbing with pleasure.
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