Dedication- To those shadows in the corners of my room. For scaring me enough to stay up all night writing.
Disclaimer- Gladly letting someone else take the credit.
"Don't"
Hands spiral up, up. Long practiced fingers curl like screams. He is staring at his blank, restricted reflection in her closed eyelids, and despite his warnings, she calls out his name. Her voice arches like her back. A fumbling hand goes up into the dark, velvet-like hair that he has seen for only the first time tonight. Her hips mold to his hand as he fingers her cunt and travels lower. She'll never look at this freckled boy the same way again.
"Tell"
Night dissolves around her and she knows that once Ron opens his eyes, he will cry until he dreams. In his sleep, his dream-girl waits with her lap ready for the weight of his heavy head. It falls like an avalanche. His girl has long hands waiting to stroke his body until she melts into him. Back in reality, the enchantress in his arms keeps his eyes closed. One hand on his heaving chest, one on his back she brings him closer to his smooth parted mouth. And it begins again.
"Hermy"
Hollows in his face are made deeper and more defined in the moonlight-if that was possible. Specks of dawn tossed themselves in their bed and broke them apart for the first time in hours. And she knows if she opens her eyes, she will see him and cry until he dreams. He will be in her sleep-hands waiting to soothe her, eyes waiting to listen. So she keeps hers -like her brother. Because she knows, like he knows, there is no telling how long they would do this before he couldn't cry himself to Hermione and she couldn't sleep her way to Harry.