Edit: i originally did not post this sequel on because of the graphic content in it. but i didn't realize at the time how popular this story would become, so to end all the incessant emails requesting the sequel (not that i mind them, it's just easier to post it on here is the story. if it gets deleted off this site, oh well. too bad. haha. enjoy!

Otter Love

"Hermione?"

The curly haired brunette shuddered when she heard her name being called by a familiar voice. Quickly peering over her large copy of Hogwarts, A History, she saw that the unwelcome caller was rapidly approaching the table she was sitting at in the library. Hermione silently cursed the fact that he had managed to find her; she had thought she was well hidden in the back recesses. But that was apparently not so.

As it was too late for her to hide and try to escape from notice, Hermione decided the only recourse would be to stay at the table, keeping her face from view. He might be able to find her and force her to talk with him, but that did not mean that he would see her blushing face or uncomfortable posture in his presence.

If only he hadn't seen her naked in the prefect's bathroom, Hermione thought with a heavy pang in her stomach. Life would have been so much easier. Especially if he had been just as embarrassed by the situation as she was.

But apparently, Ron had matured faster than she had thought. A bit too fast. She might be more prone to academic intelligence than Ron, but apparently he was better able to handle nudity than Hermione. And that scared her more than anything at the moment. Well, with the exception that she was deeply in love with him and had been ever since she had seen him on the train their 1st year, and had been entranced with his freckled face, particularly his nose, on which a particle of dirt hid smudged.

Thinking of how adorable he had looked then, Hermione bit back a smile. Her smile quickly faded when she heard her name being called very loudly yet again.

Startled, she glanced up to see Ron staring over her, his eyes intense. Gulping, she loosened her hold on her coveted book, and it slammed on the table with a loud bang. Hermione winced at the noise. She knew instantly that Madam Pince was looking her way to shake her head, and placing a finger to her lips in warning.

Trying very hard not to blush profusely under Ron's direct gaze, she willed herself to look back into those intense blue eyes that had managed to captivate her for the past seven years. "Yes?"

"We need to talk," Ron told her. He pulled out a chair at the table, placed it backward, and sat down, his legs straddling the corners. Hermione couldn't help but remember how very firm and taut his leg muscles were, and the red began to grow in her cheeks.

"About what?" she managed to squeak out. As soon as she heard her words, she inwardly berated herself for sounding like a child.

"About what happened last night," Ron reminded her. He felt confused and disappointed. How could she forget what happened when the memory was etched in his mind every second?

"Oh," Hermione said. She had hoped against hope that Ron had instead come to her to ask for help with his homework. Funny how she would have preferred that to a more intimate conversation? Was she still a schoolgirl or a mature woman about to graduate Hogwarts? Deciding to strengthen herself emotionally, Hermione tilted her head higher to look Ron directly in the face. "What exactly do you want to discuss?"

"Well…" Ron started off, but the memory of Hermione nude and wet came back yet again, and his face started turning red as well…but not from embarrassment.

"About our nudity?" Hermione finished for him.

Ron nodded; relieved she had gotten to the point when nearly all traces of thought had frozen in his mind.

"Well, it wasn't my fault that the situation occurred. I had a right to transform into my Animagus form," Hermione told him.

Ron frowned, as he managed with what little mental room there was in his mind for thought to understand what Hermione was saying. "Well, it wasn't Harry's or my fault either. We couldn't help the fact that we were drunk."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. Ron jerked a little in his seat, surprised at how sexy she looked when she made facial gestures.

"Yes you most certainly could! We've been over this before! Drinking Firewhiskey, especially large quantities, is unhealthy and unproductive!"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Harry and I rarely drink Firewhiskey at all. We only do that when we want a stress reliever."

Hermione stared at him in disgust and frustration. "Stress reliever? What happened to wanking off?"

Ron stared at her, eyes wide with shock at what she had just suggested. Were the effects of Firewhiskey still addling his brain? Or did she really say "wanking off"?

Hermione gasped as the ramifications of what she had just said came to her, and she turned a shade of red darker than the maroon shirts Ron's mother always knitted for him. Oh why, oh why, could she not think before she spoke?

"I…er…didn't mean that," she said quickly, and, as Ron raised his eyebrow at her, Hermione realized she wasn't as convincing as she had hoped. "I meant, er…that…there are other, better alternatives to relieving stress than drinking."

"Such as what? Reading, perhaps?" Ron suggested.

Hermione nodded, relieved that Ron wasn't teasing her mercilessly for her slip of the tongue. "Exactly. I'm glad to see that you're starting to realize what I've tried to explain."

Ron smiled slyly. "I suppose your way of wanking off is by reading? Is that why you read Hogwarts, A History, so often? It appeals to your sexual appetite more than any other book you've read? That's mighty interesting. I might be up for a go at it now that I've realized why you fancy it so much. I'd love to know how it manages to get you off," he smirked.

Hermione, who was not expecting the conversation to go this way, realized she would have preferred the discussion of their nudity more. She felt her nerves shaking slightly, and tried to gulp down her nervousness.

"Does it have a certain appendage unseen to everyone except the reader that manages to bring you to completion whenever you read it? Is the climax of the story yours or the books? And if it's yours, what are you saying to it to make your eyes roll in the back of your head? Ohhhh…Hogwarts….harder…faster….and it's telling you to read just a few more paragraphs…before finally you collapse from relief, and by that time you've finished with the book and are ready for another read." By this time, Ron was hardly able to finish, the image he had just described was so humorous it was all he could do to keep from laughing loud enough to shake the whole castle.

Hermione didn't think her face could burn any more than it was at present. She felt mortified at Ron's graphic description of her…wanking off with a book! Did the boy have no sense of propriety?

"What makes you think I get myself off with my books?" she demanded of him.

Ron stopped biting his lip to keep from howling with laughter to face her again. His eyes looked bewildered at her recent statement. "You mean you've actually done it? With whom?" he asked. An immense frown darkened his features. He swore inwardly to himself that if Hermione revealed Krum as her seducer than there would be one less player on the Bulgarian Quidditch team.

Hermione groaned, furious at getting herself into deeper waters with Ron. "I haven't done it with anyone!" she practically shouted.

Ron stared at her, along with the rest of the library's visitors. As Hermione realized that she had just managed to embarrass herself even further than she ever dreamed of, the thought of Ron teasing her for her ignorant responses almost brought tears to her eyes, and she quickly scurried off, leaving her book still on the table.

Ron continued to sit at the table. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. And hopes…He turned to the voluminous book Hermione coveted so much and turned to the first page…

Meanwhile, Hermione had locked herself in the prefects' bathroom. She didn't know why she had returned to the one room she thought she would be unable to visit without feeling shame, but now the library had taken its place. Tears were streaming her cheeks and she let them flow freely. She had never been so disgusted with herself. She had all but admitted, no, she HAD admitted, that she was a virgin, and had yet to experience intimacy with someone of the opposite sex.

At least I hadn't told him I hadn't been kissed yet either, she thought to herself.

What she needed now was a bath, to cleanse of her thoughts and emotions. Swimming was what relaxed her the most. Only she wouldn't be transforming into her otter form this time. Sighing, she quickly undressed, and submerged herself in the pool. After a few moments trying to calm herself, all attempts of relaxation vanished when she saw Ron enter the bathroom.

"What are you doing in here?" Hermione shrieked as she sank under the water, attempting to cover herself with her hands. "Haven't you embarrassed me enough?"

"That's not why I'm here," Ron said softly to her.

"Then why are you here," Hermione asked. "Because if you're hoping for a reenactment of last night, it's not going to happen."

Ron chuckled. "I have no intention of recreating what happened last night, because nothing DID happen. How could it when Harry was with us?"

Hermione's eyes widened as the implications of what Ron had said sunk in. "I don't think anything's going to happen, period," she stubbornly replied.

Ron's eyes softened as he drew nearer to her. "Hermione, there's no reason to be ashamed of nudity. If everyone was afraid of their nakedness, I don't think the human population would continue to exist, wizards included."

"That's not what I'm ashamed of," Hermione said so quietly that if Ron hadn't bent down to hear her he would have missed it.

"Then what are you ashamed of?" he asked.

Hermione's eyes grew moist again. "I…feel things I shouldn't."

Ron sat down at the edge of the pool. "Tell me."

"Just…things. Feelings. I…wish I could force them away, but I can't. Every time I think I've succeeded in driving them back, they just return, only stronger than they were at first. It's been like that for ages."

Ron nodded in understanding. Hermione didn't consider him to be a person of deep thought or feelings, but inside, he felt more passionately than most people. Particularly towards her. No woman had ever managed to irritate him more, perplex him greater, or arouse him stronger than Hermione could. Just looking at her brought an intense realm of emotions he had stifled just as long as Hermione had.

"For whom are these feelings intended?" he asked gently.

Hermione's eyes flickered at him and back down at the water. After a few minutes of inner struggle with herself, she finally decided it was time to admit it. "You."

Ron felt a huge surge of relief and contentment from Hermione's revelation. Now it was his turn. "I feel the same way," he told her.

Hermione's jaw dropped open in amazement. She had hoped, dreamed, even dared to think that he would feel the same for her as she did for him, but to actually hear him admit to her nearly caused all past memories of their arguments, resentments, and embarrassment to close for good. All that mattered now was…

Hermione's thoughts drew to a close as Ron drew her close to him and kissed her. Mesmerized by the startling way he managed to evoke even deeper passions within her she never realized she possessed, her lips met his just as intensely and they stayed that way for several minutes, savoring in the discovery that a part of their bodies joined as one.

Ron's lips trailed patterns over hers and lower, marking her face and neck as part of him. Hermione found it was hard to keep from squealing in excitement and desire as he bit her gently on her throat. She moaned against him as he brought his face back up to hers to kiss her lips again, but jumped back as he placed his hands to under the water where her breasts were. Ron found that her pushing away had caused him to lose his balance, and before he could recover himself, he fell belly first into the water, robes and all.

Hermione found it was hard to keep from laughing as Ron brought himself up to the surface, sputtering out water. He glared at her. "It's not funny!" he insisted.

"Yes it is!" Hermione giggled, forgetting she was nude and that the clear water enabled Ron to see her entirely. A thought came to his mind, and while Hermione was floating on her back continuing to laugh at his discomposure, he began to untangle himself from his robes, so he was as nude as her.

Before Hermione could realize his lack of clothing, Ron had swum over to her and pressed his mouth again to hers, pressing her body against his. Hermione gasped in his mouth when she found out that he had discarded his robes, and the nervous, burning sensation in her belly grew when she discovered that his mid part was hard and pressing against her.

She tried to break the kiss, but Ron protested, and pressed her even closer to him, molding their bodies together.

When Hermione could no longer form thought in her mind, Ron's hands began to roam across her body, trailing across her soft arms and breasts, down her waist and curved hips, and onto her shapely thighs, which he placed across his waist in order to bring them closer together. Then he ended the kissing to say to her, "Don't think we can turn back now."

Hermione stared at him, her eyes glazed with desire. The fog in her mind parted a bit, and she managed to respond, "Why?"

"Because I've been wanting to do this to you since fourth year, when I saw you dancing with Viktor," he admitted.

Hermione's eyes widened. "But…Viktor is only a friend," she protested.

Ron smiled, pleased that she had finally dispersed the piece of information he had been dying for three years to find out. "Now you tell me. Although I discovered that when you told me you hadn't done it with anyone."

Hermione managed to glare at him. Ron laughed out loud. "Well, I haven't done it with anyone either, so we're even."

Hermione looked surprised. "You haven't?" she asked, yet unwilling to believe him.

Ron laughed even harder. "I'm flattered that you think otherwise, but it's true. I've never even locked lips with anyone before you." He smirked, smug in the knowledge that she considered him experienced.

Hermione's face turned cherry yet again that day. But before she could form a response, Ron brought his lips to hers again, and his hands moved downwards to the secret place between her legs where she didn't even dare to go. She let out a mewling sound when his finger ticked her nub back and forth, and then jerked when he slid that finger inside her tightness using the same rhythm. Hermione bit her lip to keep from groaning out loud, as she found herself wanting to reach something, she didn't know what it was, but she knew when she got there it would be a relief. Finally, her eyes opened from their haze of pleasure to find her lower body exploding in spasms. It was the most pleasurable experience of her life.

She smiled contentedly at Ron, pleased that she had finally discovered the ultimate in stress relief. Ron smiled back. "It's only the beginning," he told her.

Hermione was about to ask him what else there could be when she realized what he meant, and she bit her lip nervously. Ron gave her a comforting rub. "I won't hurt you," he promised.

Hermione smiled back hesitantly. Before she knew it, Ron had placed her against the pool wall, and was starting to push his manhood inside her. She bit her lip again from the forced pressure on her inner walls. It didn't exactly hurt, but it wasn't very pleasurable to feel so stretched. But then Ron began sliding back in forth inside her, pushing to her barrier and back again. She moaned, and raised her hips, matching his rhythm. She didn't consciously realize it, but her voice was pleading with him for completion, and when he heard her pleas, he pushed forward again, tearing her barrier and burying himself to the hilt inside her.

Hermione was so dazed with pleasure she didn't feel any pain, only a slight pinch as he broke her hymen and fully entered her. Grasping at his shoulders, she moaned as he moved in and out of her, stroking her pleasure points and making her wish for that high point of reach-the climax. With a few more strong, fluid strokes, she came, tearing at his back with her nails and crying out his name in relief. He bit her neck harshly a few minutes later as he came as well, pouring his seed into her. They clutched at each other, breathing harshly as they came back down from their high points of passion.

Ron withdrew gently from her and held her close, relieved that they had finally managed to admit how they truly felt for each other, and then shown their love through a most intimate act. Hermione looked up at him shyly, unsure on whether or not to kiss him in response for what he had given her…the chance to fulfill her emotions as a woman in love.

"So…what does this make us now?" Ron asked hesitantly. More than ever, he wanted Hermione to say that they were a couple bound for the rest of their lives. Even though he had initiated their lovemaking, he was now afraid that the moment would be ruined by talk of commitment.

"What do you want us to be?" Hermione asked him.

Ron blushed, afraid that he was being put on the spot.

"I want…you," he admitted.

Hermione smiled deeply at him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered in his ear. "You just had me. What more do you want?"

"The chance to have you for the rest of my life," Ron admitted finally.

Hermione blushed deeply, thrilled to the core of her being that Ron was being honest with his emotions. "I feel the same," she told him.

"I love you," he told her fiercely. "I wanted to be the first with you, and I'm going to be the last."

"As am I going to be your last," Hermione finished, raising her eyebrow in that erotic way that made Ron want to take her again. Kissing her cheek, he teased, "You 'otter' love me too."

Hermione giggled at the pun. "Oh, I do. More than you know. And Ron?"

"Yeah?" he asked as he began to kiss all over her face.

"The next time you drink Firewhiskey, don't look for me in the prefect's bathroom. Otherwise you might wake up the next morning finding you made love to an otter version of me." She winked at a horrified Ron, and before he could respond, she shut him up by kissing his mouth, introducing them both to the delights of tongue touching.

After another go at reaching their high points, Hermione reflected that she should find a way to pay Ron back for his earlier teasing for her love of literature.

"So, were you serious when you insinuated that I wank with my books?" she asked him sweetly as they dried themselves off and dressed.

Ron chuckled. "Not in the slightest."

"So you were just taking the mickey out of me?"

"Exactly."

"Why don't you tell me again what you envisioned me doing with it?"

Ron turned to look at her after pulling on his pants. "Why?" he asked.

"Because I'd like you to imagine me doing that with you," Hermione told him with a wicked smile.

Ron nearly stumbled over from putting on his shoes in shock. "Um….that's funny you should ask…because I was looking over it…"

Hermione's thoughts of lust were stopped when she heard the words "looking at it."

"You read Hogwarts, A History?" she cried out, hardly daring to believe such a rarity could occur. This revelation was nearly as fantastic as what had just transpired between the two of them in the pool.

Ron looked a bit sheepish as he admitted that yes, he had.

"I guess I should have imagined you wanking with it earlier," he grinned cheekily.

Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Well tell me, Ronald. What did you find so interesting about it?"

"Well, I found that performing the locking charm twice on the prefects' bathroom causes it to unlock," Ronald grinned in reply.

"Why you sneaky, underhanded…!" Hermione couldn't finish her berating towards Ron, because he had scooped her up in his arms and kissed her yet again.

They ended up staying in the prefects' bathroom for several more hours. After all, they had missed seven years of devoting love and affection to one another, and it took awhile to make up for such a deprivation.