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Chapter 9 – Heated Moments

Hermione sighed happily as she looked at Ron and Harry celebrating. The Gryffindor quidditch team had just won the first game of the year against Ravenclaw. Ron had saved over fifteen goals, only letting three in. The game had lasted a while, because Harry's new tactic was to score as many points as possible before winning. The end score was 240 to 30. Hermione felt a bit sorry for Ravenclaw. Their keeper wasn't very good, and had only saved two goals. Ginny, who had been promoted to chaser, had scored three goals herself. Ron walked over to Hermione in the corner where she sat patiently waiting for him.

"Hi," he said, smiling. His hair was still drenched with sweat. Hermione thought it was adorable.

"Hi. You did really great today," she said as she scooted over so he could sit next to her. Ron didn't need to be asked twice and he sat next to his girlfriend. They had been going out for about two months now, and things couldn't be better. Everyone in school knew that there were together, and everyone thought they were adorable.

Except for Malfoy. He had been particularly nasty to Ron lately. He was fine to Harry and Hermione, but he was really taking things out on Ron. Ron thought it was because Malfoy fancied Hermione, but Hermione disagreed with him. She figured she would know if Draco liked her. She had been in his room to talk to him many times and he hadn't tried anything. Ever. But Ron was jealous, and Hermione was pretty much used to it. When Draco wasn't around, she thought it was cute. But when Draco was around, it just embarrassed her.

"Mione?" Ron said, breaking her train of thought.

"Hmm?" she said, coming back to.

"Do you want to come up to my room with me? I want to talk to you about something, and it's a little crazy in here." Ron smiled nervously.

"Sure. Let's go," Hermione said. She stood and took Ron's hand as they made their way upstairs. Hermione sat on his bed waiting for him to start talking.

But Ron did nothing of the sort. His lips captured hers in a crushing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth. Hermione let out a soft moan and Ron kissed her harder. He had half expected Hermione to push him away, but instead she matched him kiss for kiss.

Her hands were under his shirt running over his chest. Ron had one hand tangled in Hermione's hair and his other was resting on her leg. Feeling brave, he moved his hand up a ways to her hip. Hermione either didn't notice or she didn't seem to care.

Ron carefully lifted the hem of her shirt and ran his fingers along her cool skin just above her waist. He felt her shudder under his touch. That made him want her even more.

"Hermione," he said hoarsely. She looked up into his eyes. She could see the need in them.

Hermione pulled up the edges of her t-shirt and lifted it above her head.

Ron stared at the half naked form of Hermione sitting in front of him. He couldn't believe it. Here they were, making out. And now she was only wearing a bra. Ron never would have thought that a bra could be sexier than a bare chest, but it was.

Ron ran his fingers softly over the lacey material. He bent down and kissed Hermione once more.

Hermione moaned deep in her throat.

Ron pulled away suddenly.

"Hermione, I can't do this," he started, panting.

"Why... what do you mean, Ron?" Hermione asked. Was she doing something wrong? Was she kissing badly? Did her breath smell?

"I just... I can't..." Ron stopped and took a moment to compose himself. "I won't be able to stop if we go any further." He hoped that she understood.

"Oh," was all Hermione could manage to get out.

"Yeah," Ron said after while. He looked at Hermione. She was still in just a bra. 'Why doesn't she get dressed?' Ron thought to himself.

"Ron, I want to try something," Hermione said.

"Like what?"

"Lie down. Please?" Hermione smiled at Ron.

Ron compiled and laid down on his bed. Hermione was straddling him in seconds, kissing him with twice as much passion as they had beforehand.

Ron tried to protest but Hermione quieted him by sliding her hands down his stomach to his belt. She slowly started to undo it.

"Hermione," Ron said, trying to warn her again.

"Shhh," Hermione said as she kissed him again. "Just relax."

"Relax.. right," Ron said.

Hermione slid his pants down. She leaned up and kissed him again. Her hands were rested on his chest. As she continued to kiss him, she slid one hand down further on his stomach.

Ron inhaled sharply.

"Hermione, you really shouldn't..."

"Ron. Please. Just shut up and let me do this."

Ron didn't say anything else as Hermione worked him with her hands. He couldn't believe that Hermione, his Hermione was doing this. What he couldn't believe more was how bloody good she was. She was amazing. Ron kept his eyes shut as she continued to work him. Suddenly, her hands left him. Ron was about to protest when he felt her mouth on him. He nearly screamed with pleasure. He was in a daze.

Hermione looked up at him.

"Was that..." she said softly. "Was that ok?"

Ron grabbed her and kissed her passionately. He poured all him emotions for her into this one kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist drawing her to him, telling her without words how he felt about her.

Hermione's heart fluttered. She got a strange feeling in her middle and knew instantly what it was. It was the same feeling she got whenever her Prince kissed her. Hermione had no doubt that Ron was her Prince, but every time something pointed to him, it made her twice as confident and three times as happy.

She was still in shock at what she had just done. Hermione, a Hogwarts prefect had just pleasured her boyfriend with her hands and her mouth.

"I better go," Hermione said.

"What? Why?" Ron asked, sad that she was trying to leave him.

"Well, imagine how this would look if Harry or Neville or anyone walked in. And I have loads of work to do."

"Hermione, it's Saturday! You have all day tomorrow," Ron protested.

"Yes, but if I get my work done tonight, then I'll have more time for you tomorrow," Hermione said as she gave him a fiery kiss before leaving.

(A/N: I know that took a million years to get out. I've just not been in write mode. I'm slowly coming back. This fic is about half way done. Sorry for the lack of Draco in this chapter. Just wait for the next one.

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