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Sorry, sorry, sorry for the delay! Life in general took control of most of my free time. I had planned on making this chapter the next to last, but didn't want to leave you hanging much longer so I found a good stopping point and decided to lengthen the chapter count. So after this, I'm planning on two more chapters. I truly hope that the next posting will be much, much quicker. Thanks for sticking with me and this story! By the way, did I mention that I'm sorry for the delay?
Warning! – There is a reason why this story is Rated M and this chapter is it. Proceed with caution!
DEUCES WILDChapter 5 – Ace in the Hole
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When the negative effect of alcohol takes its toll on your pleasurable activities, try one vial of our patented hangover potion with added uninhibiting lust potion. Immediately relieves all symptoms of a hangover and squashes all inhibitions for an altogether wicked time.
Note: The effects of the lust potion lasts a full twenty-four hours or until you've been blissed!
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Needless to say, Hermione was absolutely shocked that she had ingested a lust potion. A Love Potion would've been bad enough in the situation that she was in, but a Lust Potion…that should've terrified her beyond belief. Somehow, though, instead of feeling embarrassed or scared, she felt down right empowered. At the moment the potion took effect, Hermione knew exactly what she needed and she happened to be half naked in bed with the ultimate solution to her problem. After all, the bottle had simply said she just needed to get blissed to end these amazing feelings. So no matter how good she was feeling at the moment, she knew that she needed a good bliss, because there was no way she thought her sanity or her reputation would survive twenty-four hours under the influence.
Therefore, as Hermione began to sensually kiss Ron, she had already devised a plan to lull him into not only a state of arousal but one of compliance as well, so that he'd be eager to help his best female mate out of a rather sticky situation…no pun intended. She was pleased when things seemed to be going according to her plan as she worked her way into straddling his lap. When she rolled her hips to press their cloth-covered groins together, she saw stars exploding behind her closed eyes as her arousal increased tenfold. Her state was further ignited by the moan that she had elicited from her partner. She knew that she had Ron right where she needed him, but then that bloody Dean Thomas had to go and spout off about some damn rule and broke the trance that Ron was in.
Although, she was quite amused at how embarrassed Ron had gotten in explaining Rule Number 27 and admitting that he thought of her when he was taking care of himself, the moment had distracted them from the task at hand. Upon Ron's admission, Hermione had thrown herself at him, kissing him feverishly and once again grinding her groin into his…and oh, it felt so good.
Unfortunately for Hermione, the little distraction of the rule talk brought Ron to his senses enough that he apparently started thinking too much about the situation and quickly pushed her away.
"Bloody hell, Hermione! You have got to stop that before things get out of control."
He had to be joking, right? Her anger suddenly flared.
"Out of control, Ronald! Out of control! You are not the one who's currently on a bloody Lust Potion!" She was glad he had recently cast a Silencing Charm because she was screaming at the top of her lungs as she began to feel her eyes sting with tears.
Then the prat actually tried to fix the situation by pulling her into a hug. "No Ronald!" she said as she smacked his hand away. Didn't he realize that it wasn't coddling that she needed from him?
"I'm sorry, 'Mione. I just don't know what to do to fix this."
Well that was easy…
"Bliss me." She was fairly pleased that she had shocked Ron. He was staring, wide-eyed at her, probably trying to discern exactly what she was asking for.
"What?"
'Yep. Clueless.' Hermione thought as she decided that she'd probably be better at getting her point across if she showed him the message on the potion vial. Had circumstances been different, she may have stopped to laugh at the way he immediately tensed when she started shifting around on the bed.
She found the empty vial near the foot of the bed, apparently having been pushed down there in their earlier activities. She quickly shifted around facing back toward Ron and shoved the container in his face.
"See, Ron. It says that the potion's effects will wear off either after twenty-four hours or once you've been blissed. So bliss me, Ronald, because I cannot go through today in this condition!"
Hermione could feel the anger starting to boil in her blood as he began shaking his head frantically. She couldn't believe the gall of him. He obviously wanted her…he'd as much admitted it. Bloody hell, it was his bloody potion that put her into this bloody predicament. If it hadn't been for his statement that followed, she would've laid into him with several of the explicative words that he liked so well and that she seemed to be quickly growing accustomed to.
"Hermione, we can't. I can't do that to you. I don't want to take advantage of you and that's what it would be."
Oh her poor, noble Ron. He was quick to fly off the handle and exhibited the emotional range of, well, a teaspoon, but he really had a heart of gold. She would just need to appeal to his heart and hope that she could get him to drop being so damn noble and do what she was asking him to do without a fight for once. She needed him to see to reason.
"No, it wouldn't, Ronald." She kept telling herself not to sound frustrated and angered. The last thing she needed was to hack him off and start a row. "It would be helping me, one of your best friends, out of a very embarrassing and difficult situation."
She knew as she finished speaking that she hadn't remained calm and was actually starting to sound quite hysterical. When she saw the panicked look in Ron's eyes and knew that he was desperately searching for a counterargument to her plea, she knew that she had one last attempt at getting Ron to stop thinking and start acting.
The Jealousy Card.
Hermione wiped away the slight moisture that had began to pool in the corners of her eyes and scooted toward the edge of the bed. She turned to see that Ron now looked confused as well as scared. She should've felt bad about trumping him, but it had to be done. She needed him and the only thing that had ever lit the fire under his arse was jealousy.
"Well, maybe Seamus would be willing to rise to the occasion."
Hermione knew she had made the right move when Ron grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back to him and then pushed her to the bed as he hovered above her. She was only slightly scared by the fierce, possessive look in his eyes. However, she was just beginning to register his change in demeanor when he spoke.
"Over my sodding dead body!"
Nearly all thought then left Hermione as Ron's mouth covered hers in their most searing kiss yet. Quickly their tongues battled for dominance and Hermione realized that they kissed like they rowed…with great passion and both itching for control. Eventually she let Ron win so she could concentrate on getting their bodies back in a position to make that lovely contact again. She was thrilled when Ron seemed to have the same desire when he eagerly shifted his body as she shifted her legs to either side of his hips.
Suddenly Ron was nestled between Hermione's legs, and she could feel his hardness pressed against her center. She rolled her hips up into him again, successfully eliciting some of the friction that she was so desperately seeking as well as a moan from Ron that fueled her arousal.
Hermione was pleased when Ron countered her thrust with his own. Finally, she was pushing into him as he was pushing into her, and the newly created friction was causing her body to scream for more…for release. As delicious as she was feeling, she knew that this simple grinding wasn't going to get the job done, but her mind was clouded from pure arousal and the lack of oxygen from the continuing passionate kiss.
Ron obviously was lacking for air, because he broke away from the kiss gasping for air and buried his face in Hermione's neck. At the same time he stilled his hips, to Hermione's disappointment. However, she was pleasantly surprised as his left hand cupped her right breast and gently started kneading it. Once again her mind was a buzz as she was working to catch her own breath when Ron's word caused her breath to get caught in her throat.
"God, Hermione. I want you so much…for so long."
Electricity washed over her body and her heart leapt for joy. She knew that he had made it pretty clear that he wanted her, but to hear him actually say the words caused her heart to melt and her loins to burn. She felt quite emboldened by the admission that she finally shut off all thought and just acted on her desires and feelings.
Ron let out a yelp as she ran her hand down his chest and quickly under the waistband of this pajama pants and wrapped her tiny hand around his hardened length. It was nothing like she had ever expected. It was soft but hard, smooth and silky and the tip was slightly wet. She tentatively slid her hand down the shaft once and whispered, "Oh god, Ron, me too."
When the little game between her and Ron had began after she had ingested that damning potion and she had asked Ron to bliss her, the thought that they would have actual intercourse had never entered Hermione's mind. She wasn't naïve…she knew that there were plenty of ways to reach orgasm without intercourse. She also knew that intercourse alone, especially the first time, wouldn't give her the desired results to end the effects of the Lust Potion. She had thought that Ron would simply use his fingers or, if she was really lucky, maybe his mouth to send her over the edge.
However, as Ron was pushing his pants down and her hand away from his erection, she wondered if maybe things were progressing toward the point of no return in their relationship. She only had mere seconds to think about where things were headed before he had pushed her knickers aside and was plunging into her as he captured her lips in another searing hot kiss.
She screamed into his mouth at the penetration and the invasion of her body, For his part he stilled his movement, but he never removed his mouth from hers. She was amazed at how quickly the burning subsided and was replaced with an altogether different burning…a desire that was all encompassing. She gripped his buttocks with one of her hands and gently sank her fingernails into his flesh. He took this as his cue to move and started moving in and out of her heat at a slow pace.
That was when she realized that his movements were causing a double assault on her senses. Not only was her body reacting to the presence of his hardened member, but it was also reacting to the friction of the edge of her knickers against her oversensitive nub. She would've never guess that she would be spinning out of control so quickly.
When Ron broke the kiss to once again catch his breath and began to start raining kisses on her neck, she started an assault on his neck and shoulder as well. She could feel the pressure quickly increasing and knew that she was moaning and whimpering, but she didn't seem to care. As the world suddenly crashed around her, she bit into Ron's shoulder to keep from screaming. Her action apparently was the precipitating effect that sent her lover over the edge because she felt his body twitch erratically and then she was filled with his warmth. She was still trying to catch her breath when he collapsed on top of her.
As his weight pressed her body into his bed, their bodies still connected, she unexpectedly realized that this moment was far better than the sex or the orgasm. She wrapped her legs and her arms tightly around his body and held him to her. When his breath finally began to slow down to a steady pace, she realized that as nice as the feel of his body on hers was, she was quickly growing sleepy and he wasn't growing any lighter.
She gently ran her fingers through his soft but sweaty hair before she whispered, "I'm having a bit of trouble breathing, love." The endearment slipped out but it felt so natural to say it now. She hoped that she'd get to use it a lot from now on.
"Oh, shite. Sorry 'Mione." He quickly shifted so that he could roll off of her. "Sorry," he mumbled again.
Hermione closed her eyes and was basking in the glow of their love making when she was startled by him casting a Cleansing Spell on the both of them. She abruptly became aware that she needed to adjust her clothes so that she was once again properly covered. She opened her eyes and raised up on her elbows to do just that as Ron was adjusting his pants which for some reason caused her cheeks to reddened as the impact of the events of the past several minutes came flooding into her thoughts.
Had it not been for the exhaustion that suddenly engulfed her, she would've probably had to talk the situation to death. But as it was she could hardly hold her eyes open, so she turned on her side facing Ron and quickly snuggled into his chest. She was pleased when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her to him. She was just thinking that she was feeling absolutely perfect when her words from hours before came screeching into her forethoughts.
"Ron?" she murmured.
"Yeah?"
She let out a contented sigh as she felt sleep beckoning her. She smiled against Ron's chest when she felt his fingers running gently through her hair. "You definitely managed to get it right on the first try." She felt rather than heard him chuckle and then his voice sounded distant but she knew he was talking to her. She managed a soft moan of acknowledgement before sleep finally swept her away.
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Ron could honestly say with one hundred percent certainty that when he had crawled into bed with one of his best mates that the thought of shagging Hermione had not crossed his mind in any sense of seriousness. Of course, what normal sixteen-year-old bloke wouldn't fantasize about the girl of his dreams being in bed with him. But that's all the further his thoughts on the matter had traveled.
Even when they had been snogging or when Hermione was demanding that he bliss her, he still hadn't thought that it would lead to shagging. He refused to take advantage of her…to take something from her that he figured didn't rightly belong to him. At least he assumed that she was still a virgin. Surely she hadn't done that with Krum, had she?
'No! You will not think about that now!'
Of course, his whole sense of propriety shut down the moment she suggested that maybe Seamus would help her with her problem. There was no way in hell that Ron was going to let someone of the likes of Seamus "No Shame" Finnigan take something that Ron didn't even feel that he deserved, let alone the Irishman. He literally felt something feral snap inside him and it all became about claiming Hermione before someone else did.
Their kisses were once again intense and full of heat and passion that he didn't realized that he could ever possess. Then there bodies were rubbing frantically up against one another, but it still didn't seem like it was enough. When he broke away for much needed oxygen and his hand found its way to the wonderful mound of one of her breast, Ron made one of the two declarations that he had only dreamt of making to Hermione.
"God, Hermione. I want you so much…for so long."
Then her hand was inside his pants and wrapped around his length and he thought that he would explode just from that sensation, but willed himself not to embarrass himself. Before he really gave his actions a second thought, he was pushing aside her knickers, not even bothering to take them off, and plunging into her tightness with unpracticed skill that could only have come from the knowledge gained from several older brothers.
Ron swallowed her scream and he momentarily felt bad that he had hurt her, but his remorse was quickly squashed when she once again gripped his arse cheek. Then he was moving in and out of her wet heat, and he knew that wanking would never be the same again.
He could feel his orgasm building quickly and was mentally trying to calm himself so that he could last longer for Hermione and hopefully give her what she had been demanding of him. He knew it was a long shot as his brothers had stressed that a bloke doesn't usually get the job done on the first try.
Needless to say, Ron was quite shocked when he felt her muscles pulse around his cock as an orgasm obviously hit her hard. He was thrown into his own mind-blowing release as she bit done on his shoulder at the onslaught of her release. He'd never have guessed that pain could be so erotic.
He collapsed on top of Hermione and was quickly engulfed by her arms and legs into a tight embrace. He worked to get his breathing under control and just as he was finally coming down from the high of his orgasm, Hermione spoke and he quickly realized that he was still lying on top of her and probably effectively crushing her. He rolled off of her and realized that they had created quite a mess in his bed, so he reached for his wand and hastily cleaned them up and adjusted his pajamas.
He fell back to the bed and was staring up at the canopy as the consequences of his actions were starting to play through his mind when Hermione shifted on the bed and snuggled into his chest. His heart melted at the intimacy of the situation…at how much more intimate this simple act seemed than the sex had…and he quickly wrapped his arms around her.
He knew she was nearly asleep when she spoke his name, almost as if asking if he was still awake. It was a few moments after he replied that she finally spoke her mind.
"You definitely managed to get it right on the first try."
He couldn't help but chuckle. After all that had happened between them over the past several hours, or even several minutes for that fact, she still managed to remember the snide remark she had thrown at him in the Common Room about his "performance."
She snuggled deeper into his embrace and this time Ron felt his heart break. Remorse began to overtake him again. He couldn't begin to believe what he had just done. What he had just taken from her and really without her permission. She had asked to be blissed, not shagged. He felt absolutely wretched, but decided that the one thing that could possibly rectify his actions would be making the second of the declarations that he had made in his head to her thousands of times.
"'Mione?"
She made a small sound, much like a whimper, but he took it to mean that she was still listening. He took a deep breath as if he was getting ready to shout something to the world, but his voice was just barely above a whisper when he spoke.
"I love you."
He let out a sigh when she made no response and realized that her breath had evened out. She had obviously been on the edge of sleep when she had acknowledged him a moment before. He didn't know whether she had heard his statement or not. Time would tell as would it tell as to how much of a mess he had made. He resolved not to think too much on it now as sleep started to creep up on him again as well. He leaned up and kissed her forehead before he pulled her a little closer into his body and drifted off to sleep as the morning light was just beginning to filter in through the canopy cloth.
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