-A Very Steamy Encounter-
The first weekend of December brought with it a trip to Hogsmeade and Harry, Ron and Hermione spent the whole day touring the tiny village.
They visited the Three Broomsticks, loaded up at Honeydukes and spent a full two hours at Fred and George's new Hogsmeade location.
By the time their visit was over, all three of them were quite cold. The weather had taken an unexpected turn for the worst and they found themselves walking towards Hogwarts against a chilly north wind.
When they finally reached the entrance hall, they pulled off their scarves and mittens and enjoyed the feeling of the warm castle air. They quickly ran up to the Gryffindor tower and planted themselves down in front of the closest fireplace.
The fire was warm but not nearly warm enough for Hermione, whose fingers were white duo to a lack of blood flow. She rubbed her hands roughly together and blew on them, but they still remained colorless.
"I think I'll go take a hot bath," said Hermione, still examining her hands as she stood up and walked towards the girls' dormitory.
When she returned back to the common room with a change of clothes, she noticed that Ron had a very weird expression on his face, but before she could question him about it, he stood up, kissed her on the cheek and told her to enjoy her bath before he walked off towards the spiral stair case.
Hermione shrugged to herself and headed out of the portrait hole and to the prefects bath on the fifth floor.
The prefect's bathroom was steamy, so steamy in fact that it was hard for Hermione to see.
After making sure that the room had been empty, Hermione had quickly turned on a combination of taps that resulted in a huge bath filled with pink and purple bubbles.
The scent of the water was one of coconut and papaya, and as Hermione floated in the piping hot water and breathed in the rich scent, she felt her body quickly relax.
She loved the prefect's bathroom. It was, in her opinion, the only was to bathe as the entire room was made of clean, white marble and the bath itself was as big as a swimming pool.
Hermione held her nose as she dunked her head under water, and then slowly came back up and wiped the bubbles off of her eyes. She then swim the length of the bath twice and then finally rested herself against the edge of the tub.
With her back against the wall and her arms holding herself steady against the edge, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy the hot water and bubbles that were playing against her bare breasts.
She was in paradise, but was quickly bought back down to earth when she heard a splash on the other side of the bath.
Hermione sucked in a scared breath, and she pulled her body closer to the wall behind her. She stayed in the water, completely motionless and quiet.
She squinted, trying to see through the thick steam, but it was no use; she couldn't see a thing. Suddenly she heard a voice a few feet away from her, she recognized the voice, but not before she screamed in surprise.
"Ronald, what the hell are you doing here!" Hermione shouted at her boyfriend who was now in plain view in front of her.
Ron half smiled, "Well I thought you wanted me to be more spontaneous, so I thought I'd surprise you."
Hermione stared at Ron for a few moments and then questioned, "When did I ever tell you that I wished you to be more spontaneous?"
Ron looked slightly guilty, "Well… I mean, that's why you dreamed about Malfoy, wasn't it? He excited you, right? He said that he felt a need in you, one that I wasn't fulfilling,"
Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Ron, that's not why I dreamed about Malfoy, he was controlling the dreams,"
"Yeah but you told me yourself that you thought about this 'mystery man' a lot during the day and stuff, so it had to be more than just Malfoy controlling you, I doubt he controlled your thoughts during the day."
Hermione at first didn't know how to answer this. She was hurt and felt like Ron was blaming her for being tempted, and with out comment she pulled herself out of the water and walked along the side of the bath and towards a pile of towels.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted as he quickly swam to the edge of the bath tub, pulled himself out and ran after her. "Look I'm sorry, okay? I'm just trying to figure out what I did wrong." he said sadly.
Hermione spun around to face Ron, she was still nude and had a towel in her hand. She was angry, not at Ron but at the fact that they were still dealing with this issue of Draco.
"Ron you didn't do anything wrong," she said while trying to hold her anger back and trying to be compassionate at the same time, "it really had nothing to do with you."
Ron looked her in the eye and responded in a calm, serious tone, "But it had to. Malfoy said that you wanted to have sex in different places, and be more wild and animalistic, and that I couldn't do that for you,"
"Malfoy was wrong," replied Hermione hastily.
"No he wasn't. He saw it in your mind, he wasn't making it up. Those were your thoughts, not someone else's… I just want us to be okay again…"
"But we are okay, aren't we?" asked Hermione, somewhat scared of the answer.
Ron paused and looked down at the marble floor at his feet before he spoke, "Hermione, did you enjoy the love that we made?"
Hermione softly smiled, "Yes, of course I did."
Ron looked up at her and into her eyes once more. "Then will you make love to me now?" he asked sincerely. Hermione stared at her boyfriend, the very thought of making love in the prefect's bathroom scared her and excited her at the same time.
On one hand she did want to, she wanted to so badly, and because of the Contraception potion that Madam Pomfrey had given her a month earlier, she knew that she could…
But on the other hand, they had had a close call with Dumbledore because of the night they spent in the Room of Requirement, and Hermione did not want to have the headmaster walk in on her and Ron having sex…
"Ron, I…" started Hermione as she stared into her boyfriends eyes, "I don't want to be caught, we already had one close call, I don't want to have another one."
Ron stared at her for a moment and then nodded off slowly as he looked back down to the floor at his feet without speaking.
It was an awkward silence as they both stood on the edge of the tub, naked and with nothing to say. Hermione felt her nipples hardening as she began to notice how cold it was out of the tub.
Hermione looked at Ron and said, "Why don't you join me for a bath?"
Ron glanced back up at her, sighed and then strained a smile.
When they were both back into the hot water, Hermione let her body float in the sea of bubbles as Ron stayed plastered to the bath's wall.
Hermione watched her boyfriend being completely miserable on the tub's edge and quickly swam over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
When she pulled away she saw him smile at her earnestly. She gave him a few more peaks of affection, and then slowly she felt him wrapped his arms around her body and his mouth began to move.
They kissed wordlessly in the bath, first with small, short kisses which increasingly became faster and deeper. As their feet moved back and forth to keep them afloat in the water, their hands began to move and explore one another's body.
It was so good to feel each other again, so good to be in each others arms and to feel the touch of the others naked skin…
And before Hermione knew what was happening, Ron lifted her up and out of the water and sat her down on the edge of the bath. As her legs dangled in the hot water, Ron placed his two arms on either sides of her legs and raised himself up in the water and began sucking on her right breast.
Hermione threw her head back and tired to stifle a moan, as Ron's tongue swirled around Hermione's nipple, coaxing it to become a tight little nub in his mouth.
When it finally had, Ron began to suck on it and nibbled it gently, and Hermione raised her hands and placed them on Ron's head, encouraging him to continue his fine work.
As Ron teased Hermione he felt himself getting increasingly aroused and he was getting harder and thicker, the muscle tightening, the nerves getting ever so sensitive…
He knew that Hermione was enjoying herself and he was pleased, he was achieving what he had planned out to do. But he wasn't going to stop at her breasts…
When Ron pulled himself away from Hermione, she was about to lean forward and kiss him, but to her surprise he lowered himself back down into the water and then spread her legs open wide with his two hands.
Hermione's eyes grew in excitement and shock, as she couldn't believe what was happening. Of the many nights that her and Ron had been alone in his bedroom, they have never, not once done anything orally, but here was Ron now inching his face closer and closer to her privates.
When she felt his tongue on her she nearly giggled out loud, the sensation tickled her. But as Ron's tongue explored her, the tickling sensation quickly became one of pure pleasure.
Hermione placed her hands on the floor behind her so she could arch her privates at Ron, who was doing a very fine job at tracing the outlines of her lips.
Hermione moaned as she felt her whole body heat up.
What a great pleasure she was experiencing, how unbelievably good it felt to have Ron touch her in this way. And without thinking she started to moan Ron's name over and over again, and to her great delight, she felt Ron's tongue movements increasing.
As Hermione leaned her head back and stared up at the white marble tile above, she suddenly felt something penetrate inside of her and leaned forward to see Ron's two fingers discovering her.
Hermione let her body lean back again as she enjoyed the feeling of his fingers and his tongue working together…
And then slowly, she began to feel her body shake a bit as she felt waves of heat pass through her, her body making little jerks of pleasure…
Ron knew what was happening, but instead of stopping he increased his speed, persuading her to peak.
Hermione felt like she was going to explode…
The pleasure inside of her was too much to handle and before she knew it she felt her genitals convulsing with great sensations of euphoria.
Hermione's hands moved to the back of Ron's head where they grabbed onto his hair, and she felt her body climax as let out a cry of pure ecstasy.
Hermione sat on the bath's edge for a few moments until she felt her body slowly stop erupting with pleasure, and when she felt Ron's lips kiss her inner thigh she let go of all of her fears, slide into the water, and let Ron slip inside of her.
As they made love in the bath Ron was no longer worried about Malfoy, he knew that he had satisfied Hermione, and this knowledge made this sexual encounter the best one Ron and Hermione had had yet…