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A/N: Wow. I haven't updated in a long time. I'm apologizing and I will tell you why. On last Friday, I hadn't slept in three days so I slept through until Sunday. Then I had to work nonstop until Wednesday. I finally got something written but couldn't get to a computer until today. Again, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry that this chap sucks, but thanks much for reading. You guys are the best.
That night Bastian was in waxing and almost full. This was good news for Hermione because he illuminated the (normally) dark corridors rather efficiently. She pulled her robe closer to her body as she turned the corner. Hermione then found herself right outside Ron's dormitory, which was her destination. She looked around her to make sure no one was coming, and she quietly entered the room.
Once inside, Hermione looked around. The boys' room was how she had always remembered it: messy.
Hermione grimaced as she stepped over books, ripped parchment, spare quills, and candy wrappers galore. After passing Neville's, Dean's, and Seamus' beds, Hermione reached Ron's. She glanced to her left at Harry's bed, which was empty (covers askew).
'Probably with Ginny', Hermione thought simply as she climbed on Ron's bed from the bottom. Hermione could hear him snoring softly and he looked extremely peaceful. The moon was shining through the window and onto Ron's four-poster bed, making Ron very easy to see.
His red hair was ruffled and his hands looked so gentle, just resting on his bare stomach.
That's when Hermione realized that Ron was wearing nothing more than a pair of boxers. Inhaling, she shifted her position and crept up the mattress. Ron's bed springs squeaked, and Dean (two beds over) rolled over with a grunt onto his side.
With that, Hermione froze in a catlike posture and Ron's sea green eyes fluttered open. To her immense relief, Hermione saw him smile.
"Hermione, what...are...you..."
His voice trailed off as his eyes wandered. Hermione was on all fours and her robe had come apart at the center. It was just covering her arms and shoulders.
But her front was exposed, and Hermione Granger was wearing a tantalizing black set of a bra and panties.
Ron swallowed, "Hermione-"
Hermione smirked and crawled seductively closer to him, swinging one leg over his torso. Before Ron could even think, Hermione was straddling him and had him pinned completely to his bed.
"You're not going anywhere, Ron," she purred in his ear. Ron shuddered beneath her.
While looking into Hermione's eyes, something in Ron clicked. He was up on his forearms and kissing her in no time.
As Ron was trying to hold himself up, Hermione was blindly trying to get her terry cloth robe off. Within minutes, however, that wasn't the only thing that was off. And that goes for both 16-year old Gryfinndors.
Hermione had never kissed Ron harder and more passionate than she did now. She wanted him so bad; it was unbearable.
Ron knew it. He wanted it too. He had missed this...
Because every time it happened, it just got better.
Hermione hastily backed up, giving Ron the needed space to move out from underneath her. Soon, he was on top on her and the two were at it again.
As Ron went inside her, Hermione's hands were flat on his bare and smooth stomach. Ron felt Hermione's entire body become limp for a split second. He moaned as she came back.
Ron loved when she did that, when she did everything. She was so unbelievably vulnerable, yet completely seductive.
But awfully vulnerable, nonetheless.
A/N: Wow. I haven't updated in a long time. I'm apologizing and I will tell you why. On last Friday, I hadn't slept in three days so I slept through until Sunday. Then I had to work nonstop until Wednesday. I finally got something written but couldn't get to a computer until today. Again, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry that this chap sucks, but thanks much for reading. You guys are the best.
That night Bastian was in waxing and almost full. This was good news for Hermione because he illuminated the (normally) dark corridors rather efficiently. She pulled her robe closer to her body as she turned the corner. Hermione then found herself right outside Ron's dormitory, which was her destination. She looked around her to make sure no one was coming, and she quietly entered the room.
Once inside, Hermione looked around. The boys' room was how she had always remembered it: messy.
Hermione grimaced as she stepped over books, ripped parchment, spare quills, and candy wrappers galore. After passing Neville's, Dean's, and Seamus' beds, Hermione reached Ron's. She glanced to her left at Harry's bed, which was empty (covers askew).
'Probably with Ginny', Hermione thought simply as she climbed on Ron's bed from the bottom. Hermione could hear him snoring softly and he looked extremely peaceful. The moon was shining through the window and onto Ron's four-poster bed, making Ron very easy to see.
His red hair was ruffled and his hands looked so gentle, just resting on his bare stomach.
That's when Hermione realized that Ron was wearing nothing more than a pair of boxers. Inhaling, she shifted her position and crept up the mattress. Ron's bed springs squeaked, and Dean (two beds over) rolled over with a grunt onto his side.
With that, Hermione froze in a catlike posture and Ron's sea green eyes fluttered open. To her immense relief, Hermione saw him smile.
"Hermione, what...are...you..."
His voice trailed off as his eyes wandered. Hermione was on all fours and her robe had come apart at the center. It was just covering her arms and shoulders.
But her front was exposed, and Hermione Granger was wearing a tantalizing black set of a bra and panties.
Ron swallowed, "Hermione-"
Hermione smirked and crawled seductively closer to him, swinging one leg over his torso. Before Ron could even think, Hermione was straddling him and had him pinned completely to his bed.
"You're not going anywhere, Ron," she purred in his ear. Ron shuddered beneath her.
While looking into Hermione's eyes, something in Ron clicked. He was up on his forearms and kissing her in no time.
As Ron was trying to hold himself up, Hermione was blindly trying to get her terry cloth robe off. Within minutes, however, that wasn't the only thing that was off. And that goes for both 16-year old Gryfinndors.
Hermione had never kissed Ron harder and more passionate than she did now. She wanted him so bad; it was unbearable.
Ron knew it. He wanted it too. He had missed this...
Because every time it happened, it just got better.
Hermione hastily backed up, giving Ron the needed space to move out from underneath her. Soon, he was on top on her and the two were at it again.
As Ron went inside her, Hermione's hands were flat on his bare and smooth stomach. Ron felt Hermione's entire body become limp for a split second. He moaned as she came back.
Ron loved when she did that, when she did everything. She was so unbelievably vulnerable, yet completely seductive.
But awfully vulnerable, nonetheless.