Still Daft
Chapter Five: I'm fine
Ron slammed his bedroom door shut and threw himself down on his bed, burying his beat red face into the Chudley Cannon's pillow. He hated Percy so much for how he had abandoned his family in a time of need, but knowing that Percy was in danger made him want to reach out and help his lousy excuse for a brother. Realizing that he still cared about Percy made him want to scream. After everything that he had said about Percy, or rather not said because he tried to keep most of it inside, he knew he was becoming a hypocrite. He had said that he would never care about that pompous bastard again, and he was wrong. Sure, he had been wrong many times in his life, especially when it came to Hermione, but somehow with his brother it was different. He had known him all his life, and then he just up and left the family, as if he had never been there in the first place.
He didn't want to think anymore so he forced himself into a hostile sleep. Angry thoughts and distant memories turned into nightmares. He dreamed that he was at the Ministry and Percy was behind his desk, but he wasn't moving at all. Instead it was like he was a statue of some kind, but he could see life behind his eyes crying out for help to anyone that would notice. Just then his brother's eyes turned into bright red slits and his face twisted until it was barely human at all, like that of a serpent's. A cold, high-pitched laugh filled Ron's head. He was sure he was screaming in his sleep, someone would come and wake him up, but it felt so real, like he was there at the ministry watching his brother turn into Voldemort. The laughing grew louder and louder until he couldn't take it anymore, but what followed the laugher sent chills down his spine; nothing but the light fading to darkness and the deepest pit of silence.
Soft rain droplets made their way through his window and prickled his skin. After awhile, the water slowly brought him out of his chilling dream. His vision was blurry and his eyes were bloodshot and dry, like he had been crying for a long time and just couldn't cry anymore. He lifted his hand up to his face and sure enough, it was damp. He dismissed the thought that he could have been crying and blamed the wetness on the rain. It did however, feel rather late. He looked over at the muggle clock that Harry had given him for a birthday present his sixth year. It read one o'clock. Maybe he had only been asleep for a few hours. He sat up on his bed and looked out of the window that was beside him. For the first time, he noticed that it was dark. He had completely slept the day away and he was returning to Hogwarts in just a few hours. The sudden thought hit him that Harry wasn't in the room, as he should be at this hour. Even though he was still upset about Percy and would prefer to be alone, he decided to go find Harry and tell him to get a good night's rest. After all, he still had to get his school things ready for the next day. He got up out of bed and went downstairs, into the living room. No one was in there, so he looked in the kitchen. There wasn't anyone in there either. Frustrated, Ron started searching the entire house. He found his mother in her room along with his father that had just returned a few hours ago from a long night shift. Ginny and Hermione weren't in their room either so there was only one place they could be, under the tree. He walked outside in the now pouring rain and found that there was no moonlight at all because of the cloud cover. He took his wand from his pocket and muttered "Lumos." Holding the wand in front of him to light the way, he slowly trudged towards the tree in the newly formed mud. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached the tree that he was looking for. He found the opening in the roots and slid in easily since he was completely soaked. His eyes immediately fell on Harry and Ginny laying on the floor asleep, holding each other in their arms. Usually he would haven't allowed this thing to go on between his best friend and his little sister, but they were fully clothed and Ginny was still dealing with Percy. His eyes lingered on the couple for a few moments longer before he finally shifted his gaze and found Hermione asleep on one of the couches along the wall. It made him smile slightly to see that she didn't have the usual strong expressions on her face. Instead, she was relaxed and content, at least on the outside. He walked over to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead so as not to wake her up. She must have felt his presence because she stirred for a moment and slowly opened her eyes. A warm smile crossed her face when she saw him standing over her.
"Mmmm...........hi," she stretched. She blinked a few times and a suddenly worried look crossed her face. She looked like she had remembered something important. "Ron, are you okay? I mean about erm, everything with Percy and all." Ron grimaced. He didn't want to hear the sound of his brother's name. "Yeah, um, I'm fine I guess." She looked at him fervently. "Are you sure? You were in your room for quite awhile." "Yeah I know, I fell asleep." He decided not to tell her about the terrifying dream he had had. He didn't want to worry her anymore. "So, why are all of you down here?" "Oh Harry said that you were still in your room and that he didn't want to disturb you. It was getting late and your parents were already in bed, so Harry just grabbed a pillow and blanket from the linen closet and tried to sleep on the couch." "That still doesn't explain why you're down here." "I'm getting to that. Anyway, Ginny and I went to her room and went to bed as well. No sooner had I fallen asleep, when a knock came at the door. Ginny answered it and it was Harry. He said that he was going to the tree and wanted her to come with him. She just dragged me along with her." "Oh. Well, do you want to go back to the house now? We can still get some sleep." "Sure, do you want to wake those two?" He glanced at his best friend and his sister lying next to each other. They looked so happy and peaceful together. A thought crept into his head that maybe he and Hermione should be taking advantage of their time alone. They wouldn't get too many opportunities like this one. He realized that he still hadn't answered her question. "No, let's let them sleep for a little longer. We'll wake them in about an hour." Hermione got a slightly suspicious look in her eyes. "Okay........so, back to the house then?" "Yeah. Do you mind if we go into my room?" "That's fine."
Ron held out his hand for her and helped her off the couch. She smiled and led him to the exit, every few seconds glancing back and giving him a flirty look.
They made their way across the yard and crept into the house, trying not to make the floor boards creek, and walked upstairs to his room.
He walked in and sat down on the bed as Hermione closed the door, and locked it. She climbed onto the bed and smiled as she laid down next to him. The entire environment around them seemed to change into something more comforting and intimate.
She kissed him softly on the lips and ran her fingers through his fiery red hair.
Getting more and more enticed, he rolled on top of her, making sure not to break the connection of their passionate kisses.
He caressed her face in a caring way that made her swoon. She could feel his chest against hers, just teasing her as their kisses deepened. She was getting that same urge she always got when she was like this with him, but this time it was different. She didn't just want him, the thought of being with him consumed her very being. She finally felt that this was the right time, and the right place to do what she had been fantasizing about for eons. She loved him so much that she would give the world to him if she could. "I want you to make love to me, Ron," she whispered. She leaned in and clamped her mouth over his before he had a chance to respond. Ron quickly began to kiss her back, one hand running up her back to tangle in her hair, bringing her head closer to him. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him, her tongue slipping around his and exploring his mouth, as he was hers. They finally had to break the kiss to breathe. "Hermione," Ron gasped against her lips. "Are you sure?" She smiled and caught his bottom lip between her teeth, biting gently and then pulling back. "Yes," she said quietly. "I love you and I want to make love to you. Here. Tonight." Ron felt himself harden even more at her words. He breathed her name before pulling her to him for another kiss. When they broke apart this time he tenderly nuzzled her jaw. "If you want to stop... at any time..." Hermione smiled at him and nodded her head. She knew that. She had always known that. But she knew that she wasn't going to ask him to stop. She wanted this like she'd never wanted anything else in her life. She leaned down and placed soft kisses on his cheeks, dodging his mouth as he tried to kiss her again. She was giggling softly. Finally he reached up and caught her head, holding it still and slanting his mouth over hers. She sighed into his kiss and deepened it quickly. Hermione ran her hands under his T-shirt and up his back. She dragged her fingernails lightly across his shoulders and down his chest. Then she grasped the bottom of the shirt and tugged it upwards. Ron broke their kiss long enough to pull his shirt off and then he claimed her lips again, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth. Hermione couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her when she felt one of his hands slip beneath her shirt and slide around to her stomach. He drew small, meaningless patterns with his fingertips as his hand inched up toward her breast. She suddenly leaned away from him, but before he could voice the question his mind was forming she had reached down and jerked her own shirt over her head, dropping it behind her. Ron shot her a soft, sexy grin and fumbled with the back clasp of her bra for a moment. When he couldn't get it open, she giggled and undid it for him. He smiled sheepishly. "I could've done that for you." His hands found her breasts, cupping them gently. She drew in a sharp breath and rocked her hips against him. "God, Hermione," Ron breathed harshly against her skin. His lips trailed down her neck and over her pulse-point. He gently nipped and licked his way along until he reached the top of her breasts. She whimpered helplessly and arched her back, trying to draw his mouth down to where she wanted it. Ron smiled against her skin and quickly obliged her, his lips closing hotly over her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. Hermione arched her back again, allowing her weight to rest on Ron's arm that was around her waist. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she laced her fingers into his hair. She moaned loudly as his mouth trailed a path between her breasts, giving each the same treatment. Finally, when she couldn't stand it anymore she pushed herself away and sat up. Ron smiled up at her and raised up as well, wrapping his arms around her waist. Then he slowly brought one hand around to the front of her pajamas and his eyes raised up to meet hers. She nodded slightly and he slid them off slowly, leaving kisses down her thighs. She shivered a little when she felt his hands sliding her knickers down her legs. Ron came up slowly to face her, making sure his body touched hers the whole time. He was shaking with the effort to control his urge to have her now. Hermione slid her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to her for a soft, gentle kiss. He pulled her as close to him as he could, feeling like he never wanted to let her go again. Hermione's hands ran gently down Ron's chest and stopped at the button on his jeans. Her lips were moving softly over his neck and down across his shoulder. His breath caught in his throat when he felt her small hands unbutton and unzip his jeans, tugging them over his hips. When they pooled at his knees he quickly kicked them off and then lay back down on the bed. "Hermione, I love you so much," Ron whispered softly. "You know that don't you?" "I love you, too, Ron. I think I always have," she answered softly, running her fingers lightly over the bulge in his boxers. Ron groaned and thrust his hips into her hand. She grinned up at him when she felt his reaction and did it again. "Bloody Hell, Hermione," Ron moaned hoarsely. Then his hands landed on her shoulders and urged her to go lower. But she didn't oblige just yet. She wanted his urge to build up. She covered him with her body, bringing her face up to his. His lips touched hers gently, just briefly, beginning a slow series of soft sweet kisses each a little deeper and lasting a little longer than the last. They kissed that way for a while, Ron's hands running up and down her body while she writhed on top of him. The rolled over quickly, letting him be on top. Then he trailed his lips across her face and down her neck, moving up to capture her earlobe between his teeth and tug gently. His mouth continued its exploration of her neck and shoulders, following the path his fingertips were laying out. He moved down and placed a kiss on her nipple before running his tongue around it. This elicited a deep groan from her throat. At the sound Ron sucked her nipple into his mouth and thrust his hips against hers. They moaned in unison at the contact. "You're so beautiful, Hermione." Ron whispered. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at him. Ron brushed her hair back from her forehead and bent in to kiss her gently on the mouth. Hermione slid her hands down his back and under the boxers he wore. She could feel him against her and couldn't wait to get rid of the last barrier that separated them. She shoved at them impatiently and Ron chuckled against her lips, moving his own hands down to help her. Together they managed to rid him of the garment and then she pulled him down onto her and wrapped her arms tightly around him. Ron's lips again found hers and he kissed her deeply, trying to convey all of his feelings to her. Hermione cradled him between her spread legs and rocked her hips against him. "Hermione?" he questioned softly. "You're sure about this?" She smiled at him. "Yes, Ron. Please, I want you so badly it hurts." Ron grimaced slightly at her choice of words. It was going to hurt and he didn't even want to think about that. Although he wasn't sure if it would hurt as bad since she had been with Krum. He quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. He didn't want anything to ruin this moment. He nodded and bent down, capturing her lips with his as he started to push slowly into her. He moved forward an inch and then stopped, allowing her body time to adjust to him. He kept his eyes locked on hers, watching the emotions dancing in their chocolate depths. He pushed forward a little more and saw her bit her lip, hard. He stopped and soothed her lips with his for a moment. Then he raised his head to look at her again. Her eyes were open and he could tell that it was hurting her, but he could also see her desire shining in her eyes. Hermione watched Ron watching her. She tried not to flinch when he pushed a little farther into her, but she could tell that he had caught her movement. She decided that there was only one way to do this. She raised herself up on her elbow and ran her tongue across his ear, then she whispered softly into it, "Do it quickly, Ron, please." Ron searched her eyes briefly. He understood what she was doing. He took a deep breath and laced his fingers with hers. Then he pushed his hips forward until he was completely inside her. Hermione's eyes snapped shut and her fingers tightened on his to an almost painful grip, but she didn't make a sound. Ron's eyes slipped shut too and he bent to kiss her softly, breathing against her lips, "I'm sorry, Hermione. God, I'm so sorry." Then, at her insistent urging he allowed himself to settle fully into her, and their eyes shot open and locked. Ron blinked and looked down at Hermione. She was staring at him in unsuppressed awe. "Ron..." she breathed. "I know," he whispered. "I know." They lay quietly, staring at each other for a long time. Neither of them could find the words to say to one another. Finally Ron reached out and traced her face with his fingertips. "I love you, Hermione." "I've always loved you, Ron," she answered, tears shining in her eyes. Ron smiled at her, feeling tears welling in his own eyes. She reached out and ran her thumb across his bottom lip before leaning up and placing a soft kiss there. When she pulled away she had a mischievous grin on her face. "Make love to me, Ron," she whispered. Ron shifted his weight up to his elbows and looked at her for a long moment. "Alright, Hermione?" he asked quietly. She nodded her head at him. Ron nodded back and lowered his head to kiss her again as he began to move slowly inside her. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back into her. His fingers were laced into her hair at the side of her head and he was kissing her softly with each thrust of his hips. He was trying to keep it slow for her sake, but he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to hold out. Hermione could sense his need. She knew he was holding back, trying to take it slow for her. And she really appreciated it, but she wanted him to have his first time to be right, since hers wasn't. But there was also a different way of looking at it. This could be her TRUE first time, since Viktor was well, let's just leave it at that. Not to mention that it was still quite painful. She moved her hips against him a little faster. Ron groaned harshly and thrust into her a little harder and a little faster. He raised himself up a little so that he could see her face and started to move faster still. He was so close and he wanted to see her when it happened. He knew that she probably wouldn't have an orgasm this time. Hell, he could see that she was still in pain, although she didn't seem to be hurting as much as she was. Hermione met his thrusts with her own, somehow knowing that he was close. She watched in fascination as his face twisted up into a grimace that almost looked like pain. Then he gave a few sharp, uneven thrusts and his whole body began to shake. She caught her breath as she felt his warm seed fill her and his eyes go glassy and unfocused. He chanted her name like a prayer as his climax overtook him. He tried to hold her eyes until the end, but after a minute he couldn't fight it anymore and they slipped shut. Finally he collapsed onto her body, completely drained. He wasn't sure how long he lay there, trying to catch his breath, but when he came back to himself he could feel Hermione's small hands gently caressing his back. He pushed himself up and rolled over, pulling her body with him and snuggling her close to him. She shivered slightly and he reached for the covers and hid themselves under them. His hands were running softly up and down her body as they cuddled. "I'm sorry," he finally whispered into her hair. Hermione turned to him and searched his eyes with a confused expression. "For what?" "For hurting you. I didn't want to hurt you," he said softly. "Ron," Hermione whispered softly. "It wasn't you that hurt me." At his disbelieving snort she grinned. "Okay, maybe it had something to do with you, but you know what I mean. I knew it would still hurt. I wanted it. I wanted you...because I love you." Ron's arms tightened around her. God, what had he done to deserve her? "I love you too, Hermione," he whispered softly.
A/N: Wow okay, so how do you guys like my first sex scene? Yeah, I'm shocked too. Sorry It's been so long since I've written. I've been quite busy and frankly I made a big boo-boo. I, for some reason, had related a certain someone to Ron's character. He and I were like Ron and Hermione and well, things fell through.
WORST BREAK-UP IN HISTORY!!!
So writing this story was kinda hard because a lot of my writing has a real life basis and I build on that. Don't fret, my life isn't THAT much of an emotional roller-coaster, but it's up there! I think that's quite enough about my strange life for now, so thanks for reading!
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Chrystal
Chapter Five: I'm fine
Ron slammed his bedroom door shut and threw himself down on his bed, burying his beat red face into the Chudley Cannon's pillow. He hated Percy so much for how he had abandoned his family in a time of need, but knowing that Percy was in danger made him want to reach out and help his lousy excuse for a brother. Realizing that he still cared about Percy made him want to scream. After everything that he had said about Percy, or rather not said because he tried to keep most of it inside, he knew he was becoming a hypocrite. He had said that he would never care about that pompous bastard again, and he was wrong. Sure, he had been wrong many times in his life, especially when it came to Hermione, but somehow with his brother it was different. He had known him all his life, and then he just up and left the family, as if he had never been there in the first place.
He didn't want to think anymore so he forced himself into a hostile sleep. Angry thoughts and distant memories turned into nightmares. He dreamed that he was at the Ministry and Percy was behind his desk, but he wasn't moving at all. Instead it was like he was a statue of some kind, but he could see life behind his eyes crying out for help to anyone that would notice. Just then his brother's eyes turned into bright red slits and his face twisted until it was barely human at all, like that of a serpent's. A cold, high-pitched laugh filled Ron's head. He was sure he was screaming in his sleep, someone would come and wake him up, but it felt so real, like he was there at the ministry watching his brother turn into Voldemort. The laughing grew louder and louder until he couldn't take it anymore, but what followed the laugher sent chills down his spine; nothing but the light fading to darkness and the deepest pit of silence.
Soft rain droplets made their way through his window and prickled his skin. After awhile, the water slowly brought him out of his chilling dream. His vision was blurry and his eyes were bloodshot and dry, like he had been crying for a long time and just couldn't cry anymore. He lifted his hand up to his face and sure enough, it was damp. He dismissed the thought that he could have been crying and blamed the wetness on the rain. It did however, feel rather late. He looked over at the muggle clock that Harry had given him for a birthday present his sixth year. It read one o'clock. Maybe he had only been asleep for a few hours. He sat up on his bed and looked out of the window that was beside him. For the first time, he noticed that it was dark. He had completely slept the day away and he was returning to Hogwarts in just a few hours. The sudden thought hit him that Harry wasn't in the room, as he should be at this hour. Even though he was still upset about Percy and would prefer to be alone, he decided to go find Harry and tell him to get a good night's rest. After all, he still had to get his school things ready for the next day. He got up out of bed and went downstairs, into the living room. No one was in there, so he looked in the kitchen. There wasn't anyone in there either. Frustrated, Ron started searching the entire house. He found his mother in her room along with his father that had just returned a few hours ago from a long night shift. Ginny and Hermione weren't in their room either so there was only one place they could be, under the tree. He walked outside in the now pouring rain and found that there was no moonlight at all because of the cloud cover. He took his wand from his pocket and muttered "Lumos." Holding the wand in front of him to light the way, he slowly trudged towards the tree in the newly formed mud. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached the tree that he was looking for. He found the opening in the roots and slid in easily since he was completely soaked. His eyes immediately fell on Harry and Ginny laying on the floor asleep, holding each other in their arms. Usually he would haven't allowed this thing to go on between his best friend and his little sister, but they were fully clothed and Ginny was still dealing with Percy. His eyes lingered on the couple for a few moments longer before he finally shifted his gaze and found Hermione asleep on one of the couches along the wall. It made him smile slightly to see that she didn't have the usual strong expressions on her face. Instead, she was relaxed and content, at least on the outside. He walked over to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead so as not to wake her up. She must have felt his presence because she stirred for a moment and slowly opened her eyes. A warm smile crossed her face when she saw him standing over her.
"Mmmm...........hi," she stretched. She blinked a few times and a suddenly worried look crossed her face. She looked like she had remembered something important. "Ron, are you okay? I mean about erm, everything with Percy and all." Ron grimaced. He didn't want to hear the sound of his brother's name. "Yeah, um, I'm fine I guess." She looked at him fervently. "Are you sure? You were in your room for quite awhile." "Yeah I know, I fell asleep." He decided not to tell her about the terrifying dream he had had. He didn't want to worry her anymore. "So, why are all of you down here?" "Oh Harry said that you were still in your room and that he didn't want to disturb you. It was getting late and your parents were already in bed, so Harry just grabbed a pillow and blanket from the linen closet and tried to sleep on the couch." "That still doesn't explain why you're down here." "I'm getting to that. Anyway, Ginny and I went to her room and went to bed as well. No sooner had I fallen asleep, when a knock came at the door. Ginny answered it and it was Harry. He said that he was going to the tree and wanted her to come with him. She just dragged me along with her." "Oh. Well, do you want to go back to the house now? We can still get some sleep." "Sure, do you want to wake those two?" He glanced at his best friend and his sister lying next to each other. They looked so happy and peaceful together. A thought crept into his head that maybe he and Hermione should be taking advantage of their time alone. They wouldn't get too many opportunities like this one. He realized that he still hadn't answered her question. "No, let's let them sleep for a little longer. We'll wake them in about an hour." Hermione got a slightly suspicious look in her eyes. "Okay........so, back to the house then?" "Yeah. Do you mind if we go into my room?" "That's fine."
Ron held out his hand for her and helped her off the couch. She smiled and led him to the exit, every few seconds glancing back and giving him a flirty look.
They made their way across the yard and crept into the house, trying not to make the floor boards creek, and walked upstairs to his room.
He walked in and sat down on the bed as Hermione closed the door, and locked it. She climbed onto the bed and smiled as she laid down next to him. The entire environment around them seemed to change into something more comforting and intimate.
She kissed him softly on the lips and ran her fingers through his fiery red hair.
Getting more and more enticed, he rolled on top of her, making sure not to break the connection of their passionate kisses.
He caressed her face in a caring way that made her swoon. She could feel his chest against hers, just teasing her as their kisses deepened. She was getting that same urge she always got when she was like this with him, but this time it was different. She didn't just want him, the thought of being with him consumed her very being. She finally felt that this was the right time, and the right place to do what she had been fantasizing about for eons. She loved him so much that she would give the world to him if she could. "I want you to make love to me, Ron," she whispered. She leaned in and clamped her mouth over his before he had a chance to respond. Ron quickly began to kiss her back, one hand running up her back to tangle in her hair, bringing her head closer to him. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him, her tongue slipping around his and exploring his mouth, as he was hers. They finally had to break the kiss to breathe. "Hermione," Ron gasped against her lips. "Are you sure?" She smiled and caught his bottom lip between her teeth, biting gently and then pulling back. "Yes," she said quietly. "I love you and I want to make love to you. Here. Tonight." Ron felt himself harden even more at her words. He breathed her name before pulling her to him for another kiss. When they broke apart this time he tenderly nuzzled her jaw. "If you want to stop... at any time..." Hermione smiled at him and nodded her head. She knew that. She had always known that. But she knew that she wasn't going to ask him to stop. She wanted this like she'd never wanted anything else in her life. She leaned down and placed soft kisses on his cheeks, dodging his mouth as he tried to kiss her again. She was giggling softly. Finally he reached up and caught her head, holding it still and slanting his mouth over hers. She sighed into his kiss and deepened it quickly. Hermione ran her hands under his T-shirt and up his back. She dragged her fingernails lightly across his shoulders and down his chest. Then she grasped the bottom of the shirt and tugged it upwards. Ron broke their kiss long enough to pull his shirt off and then he claimed her lips again, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth. Hermione couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her when she felt one of his hands slip beneath her shirt and slide around to her stomach. He drew small, meaningless patterns with his fingertips as his hand inched up toward her breast. She suddenly leaned away from him, but before he could voice the question his mind was forming she had reached down and jerked her own shirt over her head, dropping it behind her. Ron shot her a soft, sexy grin and fumbled with the back clasp of her bra for a moment. When he couldn't get it open, she giggled and undid it for him. He smiled sheepishly. "I could've done that for you." His hands found her breasts, cupping them gently. She drew in a sharp breath and rocked her hips against him. "God, Hermione," Ron breathed harshly against her skin. His lips trailed down her neck and over her pulse-point. He gently nipped and licked his way along until he reached the top of her breasts. She whimpered helplessly and arched her back, trying to draw his mouth down to where she wanted it. Ron smiled against her skin and quickly obliged her, his lips closing hotly over her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. Hermione arched her back again, allowing her weight to rest on Ron's arm that was around her waist. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she laced her fingers into his hair. She moaned loudly as his mouth trailed a path between her breasts, giving each the same treatment. Finally, when she couldn't stand it anymore she pushed herself away and sat up. Ron smiled up at her and raised up as well, wrapping his arms around her waist. Then he slowly brought one hand around to the front of her pajamas and his eyes raised up to meet hers. She nodded slightly and he slid them off slowly, leaving kisses down her thighs. She shivered a little when she felt his hands sliding her knickers down her legs. Ron came up slowly to face her, making sure his body touched hers the whole time. He was shaking with the effort to control his urge to have her now. Hermione slid her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to her for a soft, gentle kiss. He pulled her as close to him as he could, feeling like he never wanted to let her go again. Hermione's hands ran gently down Ron's chest and stopped at the button on his jeans. Her lips were moving softly over his neck and down across his shoulder. His breath caught in his throat when he felt her small hands unbutton and unzip his jeans, tugging them over his hips. When they pooled at his knees he quickly kicked them off and then lay back down on the bed. "Hermione, I love you so much," Ron whispered softly. "You know that don't you?" "I love you, too, Ron. I think I always have," she answered softly, running her fingers lightly over the bulge in his boxers. Ron groaned and thrust his hips into her hand. She grinned up at him when she felt his reaction and did it again. "Bloody Hell, Hermione," Ron moaned hoarsely. Then his hands landed on her shoulders and urged her to go lower. But she didn't oblige just yet. She wanted his urge to build up. She covered him with her body, bringing her face up to his. His lips touched hers gently, just briefly, beginning a slow series of soft sweet kisses each a little deeper and lasting a little longer than the last. They kissed that way for a while, Ron's hands running up and down her body while she writhed on top of him. The rolled over quickly, letting him be on top. Then he trailed his lips across her face and down her neck, moving up to capture her earlobe between his teeth and tug gently. His mouth continued its exploration of her neck and shoulders, following the path his fingertips were laying out. He moved down and placed a kiss on her nipple before running his tongue around it. This elicited a deep groan from her throat. At the sound Ron sucked her nipple into his mouth and thrust his hips against hers. They moaned in unison at the contact. "You're so beautiful, Hermione." Ron whispered. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at him. Ron brushed her hair back from her forehead and bent in to kiss her gently on the mouth. Hermione slid her hands down his back and under the boxers he wore. She could feel him against her and couldn't wait to get rid of the last barrier that separated them. She shoved at them impatiently and Ron chuckled against her lips, moving his own hands down to help her. Together they managed to rid him of the garment and then she pulled him down onto her and wrapped her arms tightly around him. Ron's lips again found hers and he kissed her deeply, trying to convey all of his feelings to her. Hermione cradled him between her spread legs and rocked her hips against him. "Hermione?" he questioned softly. "You're sure about this?" She smiled at him. "Yes, Ron. Please, I want you so badly it hurts." Ron grimaced slightly at her choice of words. It was going to hurt and he didn't even want to think about that. Although he wasn't sure if it would hurt as bad since she had been with Krum. He quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. He didn't want anything to ruin this moment. He nodded and bent down, capturing her lips with his as he started to push slowly into her. He moved forward an inch and then stopped, allowing her body time to adjust to him. He kept his eyes locked on hers, watching the emotions dancing in their chocolate depths. He pushed forward a little more and saw her bit her lip, hard. He stopped and soothed her lips with his for a moment. Then he raised his head to look at her again. Her eyes were open and he could tell that it was hurting her, but he could also see her desire shining in her eyes. Hermione watched Ron watching her. She tried not to flinch when he pushed a little farther into her, but she could tell that he had caught her movement. She decided that there was only one way to do this. She raised herself up on her elbow and ran her tongue across his ear, then she whispered softly into it, "Do it quickly, Ron, please." Ron searched her eyes briefly. He understood what she was doing. He took a deep breath and laced his fingers with hers. Then he pushed his hips forward until he was completely inside her. Hermione's eyes snapped shut and her fingers tightened on his to an almost painful grip, but she didn't make a sound. Ron's eyes slipped shut too and he bent to kiss her softly, breathing against her lips, "I'm sorry, Hermione. God, I'm so sorry." Then, at her insistent urging he allowed himself to settle fully into her, and their eyes shot open and locked. Ron blinked and looked down at Hermione. She was staring at him in unsuppressed awe. "Ron..." she breathed. "I know," he whispered. "I know." They lay quietly, staring at each other for a long time. Neither of them could find the words to say to one another. Finally Ron reached out and traced her face with his fingertips. "I love you, Hermione." "I've always loved you, Ron," she answered, tears shining in her eyes. Ron smiled at her, feeling tears welling in his own eyes. She reached out and ran her thumb across his bottom lip before leaning up and placing a soft kiss there. When she pulled away she had a mischievous grin on her face. "Make love to me, Ron," she whispered. Ron shifted his weight up to his elbows and looked at her for a long moment. "Alright, Hermione?" he asked quietly. She nodded her head at him. Ron nodded back and lowered his head to kiss her again as he began to move slowly inside her. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back into her. His fingers were laced into her hair at the side of her head and he was kissing her softly with each thrust of his hips. He was trying to keep it slow for her sake, but he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to hold out. Hermione could sense his need. She knew he was holding back, trying to take it slow for her. And she really appreciated it, but she wanted him to have his first time to be right, since hers wasn't. But there was also a different way of looking at it. This could be her TRUE first time, since Viktor was well, let's just leave it at that. Not to mention that it was still quite painful. She moved her hips against him a little faster. Ron groaned harshly and thrust into her a little harder and a little faster. He raised himself up a little so that he could see her face and started to move faster still. He was so close and he wanted to see her when it happened. He knew that she probably wouldn't have an orgasm this time. Hell, he could see that she was still in pain, although she didn't seem to be hurting as much as she was. Hermione met his thrusts with her own, somehow knowing that he was close. She watched in fascination as his face twisted up into a grimace that almost looked like pain. Then he gave a few sharp, uneven thrusts and his whole body began to shake. She caught her breath as she felt his warm seed fill her and his eyes go glassy and unfocused. He chanted her name like a prayer as his climax overtook him. He tried to hold her eyes until the end, but after a minute he couldn't fight it anymore and they slipped shut. Finally he collapsed onto her body, completely drained. He wasn't sure how long he lay there, trying to catch his breath, but when he came back to himself he could feel Hermione's small hands gently caressing his back. He pushed himself up and rolled over, pulling her body with him and snuggling her close to him. She shivered slightly and he reached for the covers and hid themselves under them. His hands were running softly up and down her body as they cuddled. "I'm sorry," he finally whispered into her hair. Hermione turned to him and searched his eyes with a confused expression. "For what?" "For hurting you. I didn't want to hurt you," he said softly. "Ron," Hermione whispered softly. "It wasn't you that hurt me." At his disbelieving snort she grinned. "Okay, maybe it had something to do with you, but you know what I mean. I knew it would still hurt. I wanted it. I wanted you...because I love you." Ron's arms tightened around her. God, what had he done to deserve her? "I love you too, Hermione," he whispered softly.
A/N: Wow okay, so how do you guys like my first sex scene? Yeah, I'm shocked too. Sorry It's been so long since I've written. I've been quite busy and frankly I made a big boo-boo. I, for some reason, had related a certain someone to Ron's character. He and I were like Ron and Hermione and well, things fell through.
WORST BREAK-UP IN HISTORY!!!
So writing this story was kinda hard because a lot of my writing has a real life basis and I build on that. Don't fret, my life isn't THAT much of an emotional roller-coaster, but it's up there! I think that's quite enough about my strange life for now, so thanks for reading!
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Chrystal