Author's note: This R-rated drabble was written for thrihyrne's birthday.
Nox Prima Hermionae
"Ouch."
"Sorry." Ron tried shifting his weight to his other elbow. "Is that better?"
"Yes."
For half a minute faint creaks and the rustle of bedclothes was all that could be heard.
"There?"
"Let me. . ." Hermione tilted her hips back. "Try now."
This time Ron managed to push inside. "Wow, Hermione," he said in a tone of wonder.
She suppressed the desire to giggle, and kissed him.
Within moments he said, "Oh. . . oh!" and then, anxiously, "I'm sorry. . . was that all right for you?"
"It was fine." All the books she had read had not told her very much after all.