Until she did, for the Yule Ball, and that changed everything. She wore this amazing dress and had her hair done up. It wasn't fair! It wasn't right! Ron wanted to touch her but she was with Victor. Just thinking about her felt as weird. It was like having an urge to feel Harry up, but Harry was his friend, and Hermione, well she was still his friend, but she was also a girl now.
Everything was real awkward after that. It used to be she was just a bit odd and brainy, but half the things she said made no sense and Ron wasn't sure if that was because she was too smart for him or because she was a girl. Maybe it was both. When he was around her, he felt randy and very stupid. How was he supposed to be friends with her when she had all of that hair and was getting boobs now? He'd ask her out but they were friends and friends didn't do that. He didn't know what to do.
When they were outside for Care of Magical Creatures, sometimes a leaf or flower petal would float down and catch in her hair. He wanted to pick them out and play with her hair. His hands were always sweaty and he wanted to stand closer to her, but no matter where he stood it felt too close. She kept glancing at him, like something was wrong with him. Maybe there was because he kept getting a stiffy at the most inappropriate times. He thought he'd be cursed with walking with a book in front of him for the rest of his life to hide it.
He tried to look at other girls. He thought it would be much less complicated than trying to date a friend. It wasn't. They smelled of stinky floral perfumes and talked about silly girl things and expected him to say and do things he had no clue about until they got angry with him. Worse yet, they always had their hair done- combed straight or perfectly curled, tied back with ribbons or braided. He always wanted to mess it up, make it full and bushy where he could just bury himself in it, but the moment his fingers were in their too-smooth hair, they whinged and complained about his messing it up.
One day they ate lunch outside and Ron sucked up the courage to pick a leaf out of Hermione's hair. She didn't complain at all. He ran a couple fingers through it, catching on a small knot. Before he knew it they were kissing. It felt so good! He had a hand in her hair and one her side and he moved it up to her boobs and she didn't push him away she just moaned. Harry complained though; he was trying to eat lunch.
Sometimes they would fight. He figured this was just something that happened with girls they never made any sense. If he acted sorry and played with her hair gently, she didn't stay angry for long. It made him feel better too.
They started to sneak behind the greenhouses or under the stairs and touched and kissed. He lifted up her robes and ate her pussy, burying his nose in that curly, springing hair. Then she'd suck his cock and he'd fist his hands in all of that hair. He never lasted long. It was the best thing he ever felt.
After Dumbledore died, no one knew what would happen. People said everything would be all right but he didn't trust them. He was scared but he would be strong for Hermione. If Harry could do it, he could do it. He couldn't turn Hermione away though the way Harry did to protect Ginny. He couldn't stand to be separated from her.
They stayed at Grimmauld place. No one questioned that he took a room with Hermione. They all knew they were going to get married anyway. Hermione cried in bed. Ron didn't know what to say so he just combed his fingers through her hair until she fell asleep. He couldn't sleep. He was afraid she'd be killed. Or leave him. Everything was changing around them so fast He just wanted to hold onto her and not let go.
He wound her hair around his fingers and pressed his nose against her hair and stroked his prick. It felt good. He was really hard. But he wasn't going to come this way. He knelt up on the pillows and gathered up her hair and rubbed his prick in it. It was between ticklish and scratchy and felt like nothing they'd ever done together. It sent him over the edge. He came a great spurt in her hair.
Then he noticed her hands trying to get at his. She touched her hair and looked disgusted when she realised what he'd done. "Ron that's so gross, Let go!" she yelled at him. He was so embarrassed. He wanted to hide in her hair and that thought made him more embarassed. He could only think of playing with her hair to fix everything but that wouldn't work now.
She picked up her clothes and stomped off to the bathroom and slammed the door. He heard her take a long shower. Then she went someplace else in the house to sleep. He looked but couldn't find her. He stayed up the whole night. She was there when he went down to breakfast and he tried to apologise but she cried over her cereal and told him, in front of everyone, to buy a wig if that's what he wanted. He had never been so embarrassed.
Should I continue this one, what do you think? Can they make up?