Hermione paced back and forth in her Gryffindor dorm room wondering if she should follow through with her plans. The bed was made and covered in rose petals, candles were lit and scattered about the room, and soft music played from an ordinary book she had enchanted to play soft classical music. Tonight was going to be the night she gave herself completely to Ron… or was it?

She had made a commitment along time ago to wait at least three months into a relationship before even considering giving herself to anyone. She made the rule shortly after hearing a horrible story of something that happened to Lavender when she went on holidays. Apparently some guy she was over the heels in love with just used her for sex and dumped her the next day.

Hermione was smart enough to learn from other peoples mistakes. But now she stood a good three and a half months into a relationship with the boy she considered her 'soul mate' and she felt uncertain. She fell into a chair at the vanity mirror with a heavy thud. She took out a brush and began running it through her thick frizzy hair and started asking herself very hard questions.

Do I love Ron?

Yes

Is he the type of guy that would purposely hurt me in any way?

No?

Am I ready for this?

I don't know.

She got up from her chair and stood in front of the full length mirror and said aloud to herself "My name is Hermione Brook Granger. I Love Ron Liam Weasley, and I'm going to have sex with him tonight" she gave her best smile to her reflection. She looked carefully at what she was wearing, it was just a regular school uniform; red plaid kilt, white blouse, red and gold striped tie.

It was then that she noticed a pimple on her chin, she frowned and began picking at it. She heard a knock at the door and her heart leapt into her throat, she glanced around the room one last time before opening the door.

She opened the door and Ron stood there looking rather bored and uninterested. "Hello Ron" She stood on tip toe and gave him a quick kiss on the side of his face relishing the feel of his smooth silken skin on her lips.

"Hey Hermione, wut's up?" Ron strode into the room and his jaw dropped. He took one long lingering look at the room then his eyes came back to rest on Hermione.

"Do you like it?" Hermione asked. She was a little nervous about how to broach the subject of sex with Ron, he was to easy to embarrass or offend.

"Everything looks so nice and romantic? What's going on? I didn't forget your birthday did I? Cause I swear I got you something!" Ron was getting flustered. He started waving his wand saying a spell trying to get something to appear apparently. "It was working before it shot out a bouquet of roses I swear it"

Hermione giggled to herself, Ron was actually saying a spell to give your enemy pink eye and was rather glad it wasn't working. "No, no Ron I just wanted us to have a nice romantic evening together" She raised her eyebrows to try and subtly get the message across. She grabbed his wrists to stop him from incessantly waving his wand.

She led him over to the rose covered bed and sat down beside him. She looked him in the eye and tried to subtly let him know her meaning.

Ron stared at her blankly for a couple of seconds before getting the message at which point he promptly jumped off the bed. "YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT HAVING SEX!!!" He practically yelled at her. He looked embarrassed and jumpy about it.

Hermione flushed a deep magenta but didn't back down. "Ron will you keep your voice down the whole castle doesn't need to hear" Hermione stood up and Ron leapt back a step "Oh Ron grow up, we're going out it's a natural step in our relationship to start having sex"

"But, but, but" Ron was spluttering. "But I've never done this before"

Hermione walked up to him and kissed him on the lips to make him shut up. She nibbled her way over to his left ear and stuck her one hand on his thigh. "There's a first time for everything" she breathed in his ear as she moved her hand up his leg to cup him in her hand.

Ron shuddered and almost buckled at the knees. Hermione licked across his ear and felt Ron's knees give way bringing them both crashing down on the bed. Hermione rolled them both over so she was straddling Ron's waist.

She began to tug his shirt off finally exposing the perfectly muscled flesh of his chest. She began to kiss her way over his chest moving ever lower. She started to reach for his belt buckle, it was a large clasp with a Union Jack on it, and clicked it open.

"Wait, wait" Ron shifted and crawled out from under Hermione and sat near the headboard. "We haven't got any protection, I don't want babies"

Hermione frowned at him for a few moments before breaking out into a deep throated laugh. "You know one day you and Harry will take the time to read Hogwarts: A History and when you do you can stop asking stupid questions." She crawled over to him and kissed his full lips. "Hogwarts is under an anti-conception spell. Haven't you ever wondered why our teen pregnancy rate has been zero for the past millennia and why none of the teachers ever go on maternity leave?"

"oh" Ron looked taken aback.

Hermione resumed her work on getting his pants off undoing his zipper and button. "up" She tapped his ass playfully and he moved so she could pull his pants and boxers down. Ron was soon as naked as the day he was born and harder than he had ever been in his life.

Hermione took his length in her hand and began stroking him. Ron grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and looked at her with a hunger that had never been there before. He rolled them both over and slid one hand up her inner thigh underneath her uniform skirt. He found the lace panties she was wearing and tore them roughly down her legs. His then set to work unhooking her bra and removing her blouse, cursing the many buttons going up the front.

She was soon topless and wearing only her tie and skirt. Ron began kissing, sucking and nibbling on her breasts paying careful attention to her hard pink nipples. They rolled over again and Hermione was on top again. She rose to her knees and placed herself precariously over top of the head of Ron's penis. She rotated her hips slightly and looked him in the eye with a half knowing half teasing smile.

Ron grabbed her hips and ran his hands slowly up her body to cup her breast and then to reach around her neck. He guided her head down to kiss so he could kiss her deeply, passionately. When they broke for air Hermione impaled herself on his penis with a sharp intake of air. She marveled at how much it hurt, and wondered how girls could be willing to put themselves through this. But then she looked into his eyes and felt it would all be worth it if he were only to smile at her.

She began to ride him in a steady rhythm of pleasure and pain; his thick, hard cock disappearing inside her slippery, wet envelope of flesh until they were both bucking and grinding at a frenzied pace. Ron rolled them both over and began to pound into her with a reckless disregard until he screamed out his release.

He collapsed inside of her panting heavily, slippery with sweat and other juices. He rolled off of her and lay on his back staring at the ceiling trying to catch his breath. Hermione snuggled into the nook of Ron's arm and idly played with the soft pink nipples of his chest before drifting into unconsciousness.

Ron lay staring at the ceiling for a long time after Hermione's breathing slowed to a regular pace, thinking.