Eye For An Eye: Part I: Ron and Hermione

Disclaimer: Characters from the Harry Potter series belong to J.K. Rowling. All original characters belong to ladykyo and the separatesisters.

NOTE: This story will jump around from pov to pov, so I'll let you know whose pov is being used at the start of each new section/ where the povs change.

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Chapter 9: The Chains that Bind Me to My Past…

Ron's pov

"I want you," I said, and I let my eyes burn full force into her eyes. Her breath quickened, and I hardened in response. I was already hard, but she had that affect on me. I stood and let the sheets fall back to the bed. Hermione sighed as I crept closer to her. I smelled her fear, and her arousal. Her fear made me groan. I leaned my face into her neck and inhaled deeply.

"You smell like fear and sex, my love," I growled. Hermione turned her face farther away from mine, and I laughed. I draped my arms over her shoulders and chuckled. "That happens to be one of my favorite combinations, Hermione. But you needn't worry, not yet. I want to talk to you before I ravish you."

Hermione stiffened, then relaxed and let me lead her to a chair not far form my bed. She stood there looking at the chair before she turned to face me. I motioned for her to sit as I grabbed a robe and pulled it on; I sat on the bed and face Hermione, bracing for the gathering storm.

"What do you think you need to tell me?" Hermione said evenly, looking straight into my eyes. "You're not really an alien or time-traveling warrior, are you?"

"I'm not an alien, nor have I ever traveled through time, at least not in the way you think. I am a warrior, however, and I am much more than I seem," I said, gauging her reaction. "I am about fifteen hundred years old, surely too old for you," I laughed. Hermione paled, and I held my breath.

"Have you been to St. Mungo's recently? I think you need to get yourself checked out. Or maybe you're an escapee," Hermione moved to stand, and I glance at her, using my own telekinesis to keep her seated.

"Listen, I am not crazy. I am a wizard. I have lived for a long time, without my soul, traded in a bargain to Scáthach and the Dôn so I could hunt down the ones who killed my family and avenge them. I can't walk in the sun, regular food can't sustain me, and I've found my soul in you. Hermione, your talents earmarked you for me, from the day you were born. You have talents that match my own, that will only grow as we entwine ourselves; you feel a heaviness in your chest whenever I am near or you are near another with the same cross to bear: the soul of one of the Dôn's warriors. You are my soulmate, Hermione, and while it may take some getting used to, I won't let you go. You will love me, you will grow to love me, and no other man will please you as I will. Even if you were to have another man."

"And I have no choice in the matter? You'll decide for me? What if I already had a lover waiting for me back in London?" Hermione said softly.

"Are you saying that you don't love me, not even a little bit? Then lust will have to do," I growled, rising from my bed to grab Hermione roughly. I crushed my lips over hers, grinding my mouth against hers until she opened her mouth and blood spilled from where her teeth grated against the inside of her mouth. She sighed and relaxed against me, opening her mouth. I thrust her back towards the bed, ripping her sweater and jeans from her body. I pulled back long enough to take in her choice of underwear.

"Cream colored is nice for grannies and mums, not for sexy little women, 'Mione," I growled. I pushed the claws out on my left hand while I held her in my right. I shredded the offending garments. "Blue, black, and red from now on. Perhaps green occasionally. Nothing boring."

I continued to kiss her, up and down, covering her upper body and face from nipple to forehead in my kisses and saliva. I wanted to taste her, everywhere. I kissed and bit from her nipples down to her nest of crisp auburn curls. I parted her hair and kissed her. She tasted so sweet and I plunged my tongue into her.

I was shocked when I encountered resistance. I may have teased about her having no experience, but I was surprised that she seemed to have never, ever had any sort of intruder. I decided to reign in my beast in deference to her inexperience. Using my fingers, I played around her entrance, moistening her and getting her to relax. As soon as she was ready, I slipped my tongue into her and up her canal. With my thumb, I played with her clit while I gave her long, slow licks and flicks of my tongue. Beads of dewy moisture rewarded my efforts. When I deemed she was wet enough, I pulled my tongue from her lips and kissed her mouth as I played my hands lightly up and down her body, stretching out the foreplay until I couldn't bear it anymore. She was moaning and sighing, and I positioned myself at her entrance and began the long, hard push in.

I kept moving until I felt her maidenhead, then I pulled back slightly. I pulled my mouth from hers and looked into her dark, misty brown eyes.

"I love you, my Hermione," I said, crushing my mouth back on hers. I shoved in and up, managing to punch through with one stroke. She tore her mouth from mine and screamed in pleasure. I started slowly, but she felt like a warm, strong silk glove, the kind ladies used to wear out and on rendezvous. Inside her it was wet and warm, and her body pulled on mine, answering every stroke with a push. It felt so good I wanted it to last forever, but all too soon I felt the tightening in my own sac, the almost-forgotten but familiar boiling that meant it wouldn't last much longer.

"Hermione, I can't stop, and I can't pull out. Ah, god, I'm gonna come," I groaned into her neck, bearing down on her as I plunged in one last time, shooting deep inside her.

"Ron, I love you."

Hermione's pov

I passed out after Ron finished. I was exhausted. I thought he was, too, but when I awoke to the familiar feeling of hands on my breast and hips, I knew that he had awakened before me. I turned my head so I could face him, and suddenly he was intent all on me.

"Did you mean it?" Ron said softly.

"Mean what?" I said groggily. I was still trying to wake up, but his hands had an interesting effect on my body. I should be sore, especially with his size, but instead, my body was tightening and loosening and plain old getting ready to go again. "Shouldn't I be sore?"

Ron looked sheepish. "My saliva has a healing effect. I cleaned you up after our tryst."

"If you cleaned me up, what does saliva Oh," I blushed, and I felt the blood rush through my body. I think I wasted quite a few gallons as that realization registered.

"Hermione, did you mean it? Do you love me?"

"Yes, I guess so. But this is all so sudden. I'm young, you at least have the appearance of being so. I have a job, the beginnings of a career, and I have to help my friends," I began, but Ron cut me off with a look.

"You love me. I love you. I've waited lifetimes for you, Hermione. Let's worry about everything else tomorrow, at the next rising," Ron said, moving over me.

Ron reached for my hands, pulling them from my chest and holding them above my head. I felt my nipples bead and I stared at him, pulse pounding.

"What're you doing, Ron?" I whispered huskily. Whatever it was, it was turning me on in a way I wasn't sure I was ready to accept.

"Are you afraid of me, 'Mione?"

"No, never of you, Ron, but I am a little new to this."

"When I do this, your little heart speeds up, like you're afraid. It's very erotic," Ron wrapped my fingers around a crossbar at the head of the huge four-poster. "Hold on to this. If you get scared, let go. Unless you're terrified, hold on. Trust me."

"But"

"Shut your mouth and let me ravish you. You don't want to be tied up for your second time, do you?"

Problem is, the way he said it, I think I did.