"Mm," Hermione moaned as Ron sent trails of kisses down her neck while fiddling with the buttons on her shirt which he must have found inevitably hard since he wasn't having much success.
"To Merlin's grave with it!" Ron exclaimed as he ripped Hermione's shirt apart, while skillfully not sending buttons flying aimlessly off her shirt and ricocheting across the room. In fact, her shirt was perfectly in tact.
"Ron, that was amazing! How the bloody hell did you d-Oh" she was interrupted by Ron's tongue slithering it's way into her mouth in what he would probably consider a passionate and fierce kiss.
As they continued kissing, Ron removed her white shirt off her shoulders and laid it on the floor next to the bed where they were currently tangled up in each other's half-naked limbs. Which, in Ron's mind were about to become fully naked and their relationship was about to commence as well.
Ron moaned softly as he caressed Hermione's back and started to fiddle with her bra strap. Why do they make girl's clothes so hard to remove? Is it some kind of security lock on them? He thought to himself as he tried- without success- to remove Hermione's bra.
"Em, Ron?" Hermione said as she pulled her lips away from his and looked at him. Ron's face turned a bright red, almost as red as his hair as he tried to come up with an explanation for his action.
"I just, well, thought that maybe, er, we would, well," he said, not looking at her directly, "go further," he said blushing even more if humanly possible for him.
"Unbelievable!" exclaimed Hermione as she sat up and reached for her shirt on the floor, "Every single night we have this talk, Ronald! Does it ever change? Does the way I ever feel change?" she watched him to see if he would look her in the eyes and even answer her. She pulled the shirt onto her arms and began buttoning it while she turned to face away from Ron. "I don't mean to upset you, Ron, it's just that I'm not ready for that sort of thing. And neither are you, really. Your body is telling you that you are because of the urges and hormones, but what it really is is love and I just don't think our relationship is at a mature enough level to share and experience that kind of love with each other. You see, Ronald-"
"OH WILL YOU SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP?" Ron shouted in his loudest voice and he was sure to wake up Dean and Neville and the other boys sharing the dormitory with him.
"But, Ron, I really want you to see how I feel about it and-"
"No, Hermione, why can't you see how I feel about it? Every bloody night I get excited and hope that finally you want to and no. Then you get upset and give me the same old speech and it's boring! Everyone else has done it! Harry and Ginny, even though I had the most unfortunate experience of being told about it, have indeed done it! Parvarti and Dean have!" Hermione gasped- they weren't even dating and never had been, "Yeah, I know, Hermione. And even the ferret is getting a shag- maybe even two- a night! And you know why? Because it's not a big deal! Yeah, sure, maybe when you want to have kids it is, but it's just something you do for fun besides kissing with someone you like! Why do you have to be so uptight about it? You sound like my bloody mother!" he finished huffing, grabbed his robes and stormed out of the room.
"Ron, you can't just leave, you-"
"Oh yeah, Hermione? You think you know everything, don't you? Well I can leave whenever I please, thank you very much!" He said as he threw the door shut.
Hermione looked around, unsure of what to do and waited for how long it would take Ron to realize his mistake. 3, 2, she counted in her head, then as if reading her mind, Ron came in, face red and slightly embarrassed, he came in right on cue. Hermione cocked her head and smirked at him slightly.
"Forgot. I can't leave, I have to sleep. This is my room. You have to leave," he said rather quietly because he was ashamed of being wrong which he was most of the time, he just dreaded having to admit it.
And with that, Hermione smiled at him, making sure her message came across loud and clear, and left the boy's dormitory.
Meanwhile in the Slytherin boy's dormitory...
"Oh, Draco, I don't want to ever be with anyone but you," said Pansy Parkinson, just seconds after they had both climaxed together and they lay there.
Draco winced at her words. If only she knew that this meant absolutely nothing to him but getting his business done. He hated when she said mushy, poetic words like that because she was just wasting breath.
Pansy rolled over onto her stomach and ran her fingertips along his chest and down to his abdomen and stopping at the lowest point possible before going into his pants, she wrapped her arm around him and started to cuddle.
Great, Draco thought to himself, going to have to spend another bloody hour like this probably doing something stupid like talking about feelings.
Pansy positioned herself so that the top of her head was just under Draco's chin. She wanted him to caress her hair and smell her and tell her how beautiful she was like how Blaise Zabini does with his girlfriend, or so she tells Pansy every morning at breakfast, detail after unwanted detail.
One bloody shag and she thinks that she's mine, Draco thought to himself. It's like we're married or something just because I was her first. And it was obvious that he was his first, too considering how the first night went. It was back in their fourth year. Or was it fifth? Or third?
Then, almost as if Pansy had been reading his mind- which was quite possible, considering she wasn't the worst witch in their year, though not the best either- she looked up into his eyes and asked "Drakey, do you remember, well, you know," she said as she looked down at his chest and again ran her finders smoothly up and down his upper body, "the first time we did, well, this?" she asked, making her lips pout and scrunching her face up slightly in that way she probably thought made Draco hot for her, but really made him hot to get out of there.
"Yes, of course I do, dear, but oh my! Look at the time!" he said looking at an invisible watch although Pansy wouldn't have been able to tell he was faking since it was pitch black in the dormitory.
"Oh, wasn't it so magical, though? After the first touch, I just knew you were perfect. I just knew it would always be me and you together. Didn't you feel it? I was simply floating on clouds for days after that!" she said, not sitting up even though Draco was trying to push her off of him.
Yeah, you must be up in the clouds as high as you're starting to sound, he thought as he finally found success in getting her off of him so he could get his shirt on and leave as soon as she allowed him to.
"So I've been thinking," she said, still naked and rubbing herself up against an annoyed and anxious Draco, "We could, maybe re-enact the scene where we first, well you, know..." she said looking around "proclaimed out love to each other. Maybe Friday night since it's our three year anniversary and all."
Aha, so it had been fourth year. Just as he first thought.
"And I know what stands out to me, but I really want to know what you remember from that magical, perfect night. So I was maybe thinking you could set everything up just as it was and I could meet you there, say, eleven-ish?"
Bloody hell, Draco thought, now I'm in for it. He could barely remember the year they had first shagged, how the hell was he supposed to remember where? Was it the quidditch field? Out by the Whomping Willow? In the Forbidden Forest? By the lake?
After several moments of a confused and concerned expression on Draco's face, realization struck Pansy hard.
"Y-You do remember that night, right Draco?" she asked, a slight hint of hurt in her voice. "Oh, god," she said after he didn't answer and just sort of sat there. "I can't believe I've been just wasting my time waiting around for you all these years, Draco! I really don't understand how you could do something like this to me!" she exclaimed and hurriedly put on her clothes, hot tears streaming down her face as she faced away from Malfoy and put her them on. When she was finished about two minutes later, she walked out, slamming the door behind her. The most heartbreaking part of it for her was that he didn't even try to defend himself or stop her. He just sat there watching.