Well, here it is chapter 3. I hope you like it
Chapter 3
At the Grangers'
"Are you ready to face your in-laws?" Harry joked, lying on his bed while Ron finished packing. Ron merely grunted in response. "Hermione's parents are nice."
"If I look at Hermione I'm sure her dad will know what exactly there's in my mind," Ron replied. "And that's not good. Not good at all."
Harry groaned. "Please, don't tell me what is in your mind, OK? No need to know."
"Wasn't going to."
"Good," Harry nodded. Ron was done, so they went downstairs. Hermione was already waiting for them.
"Thank Merlin," she said when she saw them, a hint of desperation in her voice. "I thought you had fallen asleep on your bed."
"Sorry, my things were a bit messy."
"Figures," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "It takes just a flick of your wand to tidy your things up, Ron."
"I know, I know," Ron replied, a bit exasperated. "I know I'm a lazy git."
"Right you are. You better put on your best manners when you're under you in-laws' roof —"
"Harry!" Hermione admonished him, her expression torn between reproach and embarrassment.
"If you don't get a Christmas gift this year, you'll know exactly why," said Ron, scowling at his best friend.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, though he didn't look very sorry. "Just — enjoy yourselves, OK? I'll miss you."
Hermione's face softened immediately and looked at Harry with something akin as sorrow. "I don't like the idea of you staying here, all alone," she said.
"Yeah, you could come, mate," added Ron quickly. If Harry came to her house, her parents couldn't focus solely on him, could they?
"Nah, I told you: this is a couple thing. Besides, I won't be alone. Neville is staying and so is Ginny —" He fell silent suddenly and looked away. Ron blinked at him and looked at Hermione, who was smirking slightly.
"All right, then," she said, and hugged him. "We'll write you. Enjoy the holidays. And do your homework."
"Yeah, yeah. Leave or McGonagall won't let you go."
Saying goodbye, Ron and Hermione left the common room.
"Why are you smiling like that? That happy to have me in your house?" he asked, grinning.
"Yes, I am. But it's not hat. I'm just glad Ginny's staying. Harry won't be alone."
"Yeah," said Ron, not completely convinced. "I suppose they can practice Quidditch."
"Of course," nodded Hermione, and smiled even more. Ron frowned and stopped walking.
"What are you hiding from me?"
"What?" she asked, trying to feign surprise. "I'm not hiding anything."
"Don't lie to me, I know you. Tell me."
"Come on, we're going to be late," said Hermione and resumed walking.
"Hermione."
"It's just — I hope that Harry and Ginny can, well … sort things out."
"'Sort things out'? What do you mean?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, surely you've seen the way Harry looks at her?"
"WHAT!?"
"Seriously, Ron, have you got eyes on your face?"
"Hey!" protested Ron, feeling a bit insulted. "I notice things, you know. Only lately my eyes have been fixed solely on you."
Hermione blushed immediately and looked at him with that smile and that eyes that made him tingle and wish to be the best person in the world.
"I'll never understand how you can be rude one moment and so sweet the next one," she said, "but I love it."
"I'm not sweet," Ron said in a low voice, a bit embarrassed.
She gave him a sudden and quick kiss on his cheek. "Of course you are," she affirmed, and Ron was unable to reply.
"So, this thing with Harry and Ginny … I mean, she broke up with Dean last week!"
"Exactly," she nodded.
"I thought Ginny was over her crush on Harry."
"She is over her crush on the Boy Who Lived," said Hermione. Ron suspected there was some meaning behind those words, but didn't get it.
"And you think Harry fancies her now?"
"I'm fairly sure."
"But how did I miss such a thing?"
"Well, I suppose Harry has made a bigger effort to hide that fact from you than from me."
"Why?" he asked, frowning.
Hermione snorted. "Please, Ron. He's heard you about Michael Corner and Dean, who is your friend. Can you honestly blame him?" she asked. "In fact," she added after a moment, "I think that if something is keeping him from asking her is you."
"Me? How can I stop him from doing something I didn't know he wanted to do?"
"You're his best friend. You should tell him you don't mind him asking her out. More than that: you should tell him you'd love that."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because he's your best friend? Honestly, I'd expect that if you'd trust anyone with Ginny, you'd trust Harry."
"Mmmh," said Ron, frowning. "She's my little sister."
"Not so little."
"I know what's in the mind of those blokes."
"The same that's in yours, perhaps?" Hermione retaliated, catching him off guard.
Ron just grunted.
"Would you like my father scowling at you for what you want to do to his only daughter?"
"No," he answered in a very low voice. "But — but this is different."
"Why is it different?"
"I love you."
Hermione seemed ready to reply, but his answer left her speechless. "Damn, Ron, you've done it again," she said, and couldn't help but smile. But a moment later, she straightened her face and said, "What about what you did with Lavender?"
"That's what I mean," said Ron, avoiding her eyes. "I was a pig with Lavender. An idiot, a — a swine! I don't want that for Ginny."
"That's her choice," Hermione said softly. "And you aren't a swine, Ron. Inconsiderate towards her, yes. But what you two — what you two did was her choice, too. You didn't tell her you loved her, right?"
"Of course not."
They fell silent, because they were now close to McGonagall's office and there were a few students outside the door, waiting for their turn. Like for Christmas, the Ministry had arranged Floo connections to the student's houses, even for Muggleborns.
Ron felt Hermione take his hand and look at him. "Promise me you'll support Harry in this? He needs to have fun, to enjoy life, and I think Ginny would be very good to him. Don't you agree?"
"I suppose." She was right, of course. If anyone deserved a bit of happiness, was Harry. How could he deny his best friend what he had with Hermione? And though Harry surely was a randy git (weren't they all?) he was a good bloke and cared for Ginny. "Okay," he relented. "I'll let Harry know I've got no problem with him dating my sister."
"I love you," she said softly, and kissed him briefly on the lips.
They waited for their turn in silence, Ron getting more and more nervous every second. He saw Hermione glancing at him a few times, obviously having noticed his fidgeting, but she didn't say anything.
When at last they got their turn, Ron was on the verge of running back to the common room. Hermione had to push him a bit towards her Head of House office for him to walk.
"Come on, Ron," she said. "Have a good Easter, Professor," she told McGonagall, who was, apparently, correcting a pile of essays.
"Thank you, Miss Granger. Mr Weasley."
"Yeah, good," Ron stammered, not making any sense. His eyes were fixed on the fireplace.
Hermione took la handful of Floo powder, threw it at the fire and yelled, "Number twenty-seven, Old Willow Lane, Bedford!" The roaring flames turned green and the both of them, together, stepped into them.
"Hermione!" he heard a woman yell in delight. He looked around and saw Hermione's mum get up from the sofa, a smile on her face, and move to greet them.
"Hi, Mum," Hermione answered, and gave a step further. Ron didn't dare to move. The Grangers' living room was pristine. It didn't look cosy like the one at the Burrow, but it was pretty nice, and Ron was suddenly afraid of spreading ashes all around the place.
"Hi, Ron," Mrs Granger said, smiling at him amicably. "Come on, let's have some tea."
"Er —" mumbled Ron, looking down at his ash-covered robes. But Hermione was already taking out her wand and, with a simple spell, vanished the ash.
"Nice," said her mother, impressed. "I just love that spell. I was just hoping you wouldn't mind doing it to all the rooms."
"Of course not, Mum," she said. "I love to help."
"Come on, follow me," Mrs Granger said again. Hermione looked at Ron, who seemed to have rooted to the spot, and pulled him to follow her. He did.
They crossed the living room and entered the kitchen, who, again, was spotless. Ron wondered what Hermione's mum did to clean.
"Are you all right, Ron?" Mrs Granger asked him, looking a bit concerned.
"Er — yeah, yeah. 'M fine. Thanks."
"He's just nervous," said Hermione, sitting on one of the chairs while her mother became busy with tea preparations.
Mrs Granger laughed softly. "Oh, of course." She looked at him with a slight smirk. "Meeting the parents. Quite the moment." She put the kettle on the fire and then turned towards him and added, "but don't worry, dear. I've wanted to have you and Harry here for ages. I mean, Hermione has been at yours lots of times, hasn't she? I assure you no one is going to interrogate you. We're really happy for Hermione," she finished, and Hermione blushed a bit.
"Seriously?" Ron blurted out before he could stop himself.
Mrs Granger sat down on another chair and looked at him, amused. "What? Shouldn't we?"
"Er — no, that's not what I mean. It's just that — that —" he stammered. He could feel his ears getting red, and suddenly, Hermione and her mother burst into laughs. Odd.
"Oh, God, he's adorable, isn't he?" commented Mrs Granger.
"Absolutely," Hermione nodded, and, giving his left hand a squeeze, laughed again.
Ron blushed even more and decided to sit down. Well, at least her mum seemed really nice, and happy that Hermione was dating him. That was something, wasn't it? Ron wondered if she would think the same if she knew that Hermione had sucked his cock three times that week. The idea make him hot, both due to excitation and embarrassment.
Don't think about that, you idiot!
"Well, I would ask how was the trip, but as you've came through the fireplace, it has no point, hasn't it?"
"No," said Hermione. "It takes just a few seconds."
"Ah, wish we could use it! It takes William and I thirty minutes to reach the clinic from here, and it's in the same town! Magical transportation!" she added wishfully.
"It's not that good," intervened Ron, trying to act normal and not change the good opinion Hermione's mum seemed to have about him. "Imagine travelling by broom with the English weather."
"Good point," she nodded, and got up to tend to the kettle.
Hermione got up and, opening a cupboard, took three teacups, three teaspoons and sugar. "Where's Dad?" she asked, putting everything on the table.
"Still at the clinic. A last-minute urgency. But he should be here soon."
Hermione sat down again, and her mother poured the tea.
"So, how's been school?"
"Well, challenging, of course, we're in sixth year after all, but fantastic!"
"Good to hear, dear," her mum said, smiling proudly at her. "And for you, Ron?"
"Not as good as for Hermione," he answered honestly.
Mrs Granger laughed again, and Ron relaxed a bit more. "I imagine, yes," she nodded, beaming. "Quite the learner, my Hermione."
"You could say that," Ron nodded, smirking at Hermione. "But of course, Harry and I thank Merlin every day for her. We would still be in first year if it weren't for her," he added. Hermione, blushing, gave him one of those smiles that made his heart melt.
"Don't underestimate you, Ron. I'm sure you wouldn't be in first year."
"Second, then," he added, and Mrs Granger smiled, studying them curiously.
"But do you have fun?" she asked her daughter. "You don't spend the entire day reading, do you?"
"Ron wouldn't let me do that," Hermione answered, sipping her tea.
"Good," her mother said, beaming at him. "You've won a few points there, young man."
Ron's chest swelled, proudly, and smiled at Hermione.
"She just gets a bit carried away with work sometimes."
"That she does," her mum agreed. "Always the overachiever. We're so glad she found friends like you, who made her relax and have fun. She didn't have a lot of friends before going to Hogwarts, you know," she added, sighing.
"Mum," Hermione said in a bit of a warning tone, eyeing her mother. "Don't embarrass me, please."
"It's true, dear. Besides, Ron here knows you pretty well, doesn't he? Surely you've told him about your life before Hogwarts? About not having many friends?"
A memory of himself telling Harry that she was a nightmare and that she surely had realised she hadn't friends flooded Ron's mind, and he felt suddenly ashamed.
"I suppose her classmates couldn't see how wonderful she is," Ron intervened. "I couldn't at first, either. Fortunately, I realised it soon," he added, looking at her. Hermione fixed her eyes on his, a serious expression on her face. "I can't imagine how my life would be if she weren't in it."
Hermione's eyes flickered with barely restrained emotion, and she grabbed his hand on the table.
"God, Hermione, you've got a romantic here!" her mum exclaimed. "And you used to complain about him being rude?"
Hermione blushed again, and tore her gaze away from his.
"Well, she's right. Most of the time I am an idiot. Don't know why she puts up with me, just grateful that she does."
"You've got your moments," said Hermione, smiling again, and took another sip of her tea.
There was a sudden noise of something approaching, and Hermione's mum got up to look out of the window.
"It's your father, dear."
Ron got nervous again, and took a long sip of his tea. He had managed remarkably well with Hermione's mum, but his dad was the true test. He took another sip, and heard a door open and then close again.
"Jane, I'm home!"
"In the kitchen, love!"
Ron heard steps approaching, and turned round to see Hermione's dad reaching the door. He saw them and, at the sight of Hermione, a wide grin formed on his face.
"Hermione!"
"Daddy!" she yelled, getting up fast and throwing herself at her father, who embraced her tightly in return.
"I'm so glad to have you home. Two times this year, for Christmas and Easter! That's what I call a gift!"
Ron got up, too, trying to soothe his nerves. He didn't want to look like a moron in front of her father.
"Hi, Ron," Mr Granger said when Hermione released him, offering him his hand. "Nice to see you."
"Thanks, Sir," he responded, giving him a handshake, hoping his hands weren't too sweaty.
"How are your parents? Well?"
"Yes, sir. They're doing fine."
"Good to know. Jean, we should invite them one day. Celebrate a dinner or something of the sort."
"Great idea, love. Would your parents like to come, Ron?"
"Are you serious? My dad in a Muggle house? He'll jump in joy."
Hermione's dad laughed. "That's settled then. We'll think something and tomorrow you can write them," he said as he took a cup for himself and poured some tea on it.
"I'm afraid it'll have got cold, Will," Hermione's mum said.
"No problem," said Hermione, taking her wand and casting a Heating Charm on the cup. The tea began to steam at once.
"Wonderful," said her father, beaming. Ron smiled, too, seeing how at ease Hermione's parents were with magic. Not all Muggles were that way when they discovered their children were wizards, even if they weren't the Dursleys, and Ron felt happy for Hermione.
"Hermione, we've got reservations for dinner at Il Napolitano in an hour. Why don't you two put your things in your rooms and get ready? Besides, I'm sure Crookshanks want to get out his cage."
"Il Napolitano? Wonderful!" she beamed at Ron, who was a bit puzzled. "It's a Italian restaurant, our favourite," she explained to him. "You'll love it." Ron couldn't deny he was hungry, though the idea of going to a fancy Muggle restaurant made him a bit anxious.
"The blue guest room is ready, Hermione."
"OK. Follow me, Ron."
Ron followed her to the living room, hearing Hermione's mother ask her husband about his last patient. Hermione took Crookshanks cage and opened it, releasing the cat, who instantly jumped off her arms and ran straight towards the kitchen.
"Mum always treats him to chocolate biscuits. He happens to love them."
"Does he?"
"Yeah. Ginger, loves chocolate and is completely mine. Remind you of someone?" she asked, smiling.
"No idea," Ron replied with a smirk.
Before taking their things to the upper floor, where the rooms were located, Hermione gave Ron a tour of the ground floor. Besides the kitchen and the spacious living room, there was a small office, with a desk and something called a computer on it, a bathroom, and another room Ron assumed was Hermione's favourite place: a library.
"I can see you spending here all your free time," he told Hermione, looking round at the full-packed shelves.
"The truth is that I prefer reading on the sofa, next to the fireplace," said Hermione. "Or in the backyard, in spring and summer."
"It's nice, your house," he told her. "Very clean and spacious. The Burrow is too crowded and full of things."
"I love that about your home, Ron. It's so familiar. I love my house, but sometimes is a bit lonely here. I just had never realised that until I went to your house for the Quidditch World Cup. Come on, let's get you settled."
Back in the living room, Hermione used her wand to make their trunks float upstairs.
"My parents' room is that one," explained Hermione, looking to the right and pointing towards a door at the end of the corridor. "The door next to theirs is the yellow guest room. This one in front of us is the bathroom. And mine and yours are those," she finished, pointing towards the two doors on the left.
So he was going to sleep in a room next to hers? Images of him sneaking out of his room to go to hers flooded his mind, causing a unwanted stir in his crotch. Do not think that, do not think that. We're under her parents' roof, nothing's gonna happen, you randy git.
"Ron?"
"Eh?" he said, shaking his head to clear his mind. Hermione had moved a bit and was waiting for him.
"What were you thinking?"
"Nothing," he said dismissively.
Hermione opened the last door and went in. Ron followed her and found himself in her room, a place he had imagined hundreds of times.
"It's not very big," she said, sounding a bit nervous. "But I like it."
"Not very big?" Ron asked, incredulous, looking around, from the big bed on one side to the desk, the television, the shelves full of books and the big wardrobe on the other side. "It is twice as big as mine!"
Hermione shrugged, suddenly sheepish.
"It's so you," he said, seeing how neat the room looked, the soft blue colour of the walls and the photos on some of the shelves. "They don't move," he noticed, pointing at some photos of Harry, Hermione and him.
"I enchanted them at Hogwarts, so I could put them on the shelves without arising suspicion if someone came here," she explained.
"Of course," he said, turning to look at her, who was staring at him with an odd expression on her face.
"You were brilliant before," she told him, getting closer and caressing his right cheek. "Those things you said … I barely refrained myself from snogging you in front of my mum."
Ron's heart began to beat twice as faster. "Well, she's not here, isn't she?"
"No, she isn't," Hermione said, and kissed him. Ron put his hands on her back, deepening the kiss but without turning it into a full snog, and Hermione half-moaned into his mouth. Then, catching him by surprise, she put her hand against his cock and squeezed it.
"Hermione …" he moaned, shocked, ending their kiss.
"I had to check," she said mischievously.
"Why?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining, but I'm always hard when I kiss you."
"I know," she said. Her mouth found his once more and rubbed his cock again.
"Fuck, Hermione," he whispered. "You're torturing me, knowing I can't do to you what I want to do to you."
"Sorry," she said, moving backwards, though she didn't look completely sorry.
"Don't be," he said. "As soon as we're back at Hogwarts, you can touch me as much as you want."
"I'll keep that in mind," she said, smiling. "Let's get you settled, then."
They exited Hermione's room and went to the one that would be his. It was smaller. The only things in it were a wardrobe, a bed and two nightstands, but Ron thought it was all right.
"Do you like it?" Hermione asked, a bit unsure. "There's not much in it, because it's rarely used. Only when my grandparents or Aunt Cecilia come for a visit."
"It's more than OK, Hermione."
"I know it's very impersonal."
Ron laughed. "I didn't expect it to be orange and covered in Chudley Cannons posters."
"I know. I just want you to feel comfortable."
"Well, if you're so worried, I could sleep in your room," he joked.
"That would be wonderful," she replied softly, with the slightest trace of longing in her voice. Ron gaped at her, his eyes the size of saucers. She saw his stunned expression and blushed.
"Seriously?" he asked.
"Wouldn't you like that?" she asked back defiantly.
"Of course I would," he assured. "Sleeping with my hands on your tits all night …" he added, lowering his voice. His cock, still half-hard, hardened again. "Fuck," he said, shaking his head.
Hermione was smiling at him, obviously enjoying the way he tortured himself.
"To tell you the truth, I don't really think Mum would have a problem with us sleeping together —"
Ron coughed. "Hermione! Please, don't ask her! I think I'd die of embarrassment, if your father doesn't kill me before."
Hermione snorted. "They went to college, you know? You don't imagine the things that happen there. And we spend most of the year in a school, living alone …"
"With professors," said Ron. "Professors like McGonagall and Snape."
"And how many things have we done despite that?" countered Hermione. "In fact, I think Mum would love it if I told her we're sleeping together. Would think I'm finally being a teenager, I suppose."
"Please, don't," begged Ron. "I'd die."
"Well, we aren't sleeping together," she pointed out. "Anyway, we should unpack and get ready for dinner. You can use the wardrobe, Ron, it's empty."
"Yeah, about dinner …" he started, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Is it a very smart place?"
"A bit," said Hermione.
"The only smart wear I've got are my dress robes, Hermione, and I don't think that would be appropriate."
"Oh," muttered Hermione, and bit her lip. "I didn't think about that." She looked at him, deep in thought. "Well, I suppose you could wear something from Dad," she said after a few moments of silence. "You're a bit taller, but we can always do a temporary Stretching Charm. You unpack, I'll see what I can find."
She exited the room, leaving Ron a bit perplexed. After a few seconds, he opened his trunk and began to put his clothes in the wardrobe. He was sure there were spells for that, but he knew none and didn't want to accidentally destroy his clothes.
He was finishing when Hermione entered the room once more, carrying a bunch of clothes. She put them on the bed, and Ron got closer to look.
"I think you'll look wonderful in this," she told him with a big smile. Ron looked at the dark trousers, white shirt and black jacket she had brought. "What do you think?"
"My knowledge about Muggle fashion amounts to zero, Hermione."
"Well, try it while I get ready. Mum and Dad are changing, too."
She exited the room, closing the door behind her. After a new look at the clothes, Ron took off his and put them on. There was a mirror on the wardrobe, and he stared at his reflection, not knowing what to think. He waited for the mirror to say something, but then realised Muggle mirrors didn't speak and shook his head. He moved a bit in front of the mirror and frowned. He felt odd, not smart. Besides, the shirt was a bit tight on his neck, and the jacket didn't let him move his arms with complete freedom. A Stretching Charm was in order, but he didn't dare do it himself. Starting his stay at Hermione's parents destroying her dad's clothes didn't seem like a good idea.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Are you ready, Ron? Can I go in?" asked Hermione's voice.
Ron almost laughed. She had seen him almost starkers, after all.
"Yeah, come in."
Hermione opened the door and walked in. Ron looked at her and opened his mouth, astonished. She was wearing a black sleeveless dress that hugged her perfect waist. The skirt reached just above her knees, showing her beautiful legs.
"You look incredible," he muttered, still astounded. "Fuck, Hermione …"
Hermione blushed, a bit embarrassed, but beamed at him.
"Thank you," she said. "It was Mum's Christmas present. I hadn't put in on before."
"I'll have to thank your mum, then."
"You look fantastic, too," she said, looking at him almost hungrily. She moved towards him and lifted her hands to fix the collar of his shirt. He smelled the perfume she was wearing, the one he had given her as a gift in fifth year. Unable to resist it, he bent his head and kissed her on the lips. Hermione put her hands around his neck and responded eagerly.
"Oh, sorry!" Ron heard her mum's say. He practically jumped backwards, feeling his ears redden. "I'm sorry, dears, I saw the door open and wanted to see if the clothes fitted." She looked really sorry for having interrupted them and Ron began to relax a bit.
"Don't worry, Mum," Hermione said, though she was also blushing. "I think it'll do, don't you think?"
"Certainly," she said, looking at Ron appreciatively and smiling. "No wonder you had to kiss him, Hermione. He looks ravishing!"
Ron's ears grew hot.
"Thanks."
"I think we should stretch them a bit, however," said Hermione. "The jacket looks too tight on his shoulders."
Hermione took Ron's wand from the bed and cast a couple of spells on him. Ron felt immediately much more comfortable.
"Better?" she asked.
"Perfect," he said, smiling at her.
"Wonderful," Hermione's mum said. "Let's go then. Are you hungry, Ron?"
"I am, yes," he nodded.
Hermione's dad was already in the living room, waiting for them.
"What do you think?" Hermione asked him, pointing towards Ron.
"Well, not as handsome as me," he said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "but not bad at all. Let's go?"
- - o - -
"Well, did you like the place, Ron?" Hermione's mum asked while they were on the car in their route back to Hermione's house.
"Brilliant," answered Ron with a wide grin. "Absolutely brilliant."
"We're glad you liked it."
He looked at Hermione, who was smiling lovingly at him, his hand in hers. Dinner had gone better than he could have expected. Not only the food was delicious, but he entertained Hermione's parents with stories about how Magical restaurants were so different and asking questions about everything he saw. Hermione's parents were really nice people and seemed to really like him. And he could feel how Hermione was enjoying having him there, part of her world, of her family.
Five minutes later, they were back in the house.
"Well, we're off to bed, Hermione," said her mother, yawning. "It's been a long week." She kissed her daughter on the cheek and caressed Ron's arm affectionately. "Sleep well."
"Goodnight, Mum."
"Goodnight, Mrs Granger. Thanks for the dinner, it was wonderful."
"We'd rather you'd called us William and Jane, you know. All that 'Mr' and 'Mrs' makes me feel old. Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight, love," her dad said, kissing her daughter as well. "Ron, sleep well. If you need anything, just ask. You're at home."
"Thank you very much."
Hermione's parents went upstairs and Hermione sat on the couch with a sigh. Ron couldn't help but glance at her legs.
"Are you tired?" she asked him, patting the cushion on which she was sitting. He sat next to her. "Do you want to go to bed?"
"Is that an offer?" he asked, grinning at her.
"Maybe," she replied coyly, and then embraced him. He leaned against the back of the sofa and she leaned against his chest. "Thank you, Ron."
"'Thank you'?" he asked, dumbfounded. "What for?"
"For today. You've been great."
"I didn't do anything."
"My parents love you. For a long time, I've tried to mix my two worlds, but I felt that I was slowly slipping from the Muggle world to the Magical one, especially considering all that's happening. But now you're here and it's like a dream come true."
Ron put a hand on her hair and began caressing it. "I'm glad to be here too. Your parents are brilliant."
She sat upright and turned her head to look at him. "Thanks."
He caressed her cheek and then let his hand slid down her naked arm.
"You look so beautiful," he whispered lovingly. "Beautiful and so hot in that dress. You've given me material enough to wank for a year, I think."
Instead of scolding him, she bit her lip, clearly turned on, and got a bit closer to him. "Did I?" she asked softly and seductively.
"Yeah."
"So you're going to fantasise about me in your room? Touch yourself thinking about me?"
"Hermione …" he pleaded. His cock was as hard as an iron rod. "I don't think that would be appropriate."
"Why not?" she asked, but before he could answer, she spoke again, "what are you going to imagine?"
"I —" he started, and then stopped. He stared at her bright, beautiful brown eyes and gulped loudly. "I'd picture myself touching your legs," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I'd move my hands over your smooth thighs, enjoying your skin, reaching under your skirt until I reached your pussy, only to discover that you weren't wearing panties under that dress …"
Hermione let out a moan. "Why don't you check if I'm wearing them?" she dared, her voice low and seductive. If someone had told him, just two months before, that Hermione could talk in such a tone, he would have thought they were nutters.
"Fuck," he said, and, unable to resist anymore, grabbed her by the shoulders, pushed her against the back and kissed her passionately. Hermione moaned into his mouth and returned the kiss with equal fervour. Ron was going crazy with desire, his senses overflowing with her taste and her sweet aroma. While he intensified the kiss, his hands roamed her arms, her neck and her chest, giving her breasts a hard squeeze that made her whimper. Spurred by her evident pleasure, he shoved his tongue into her mouth, and she delightfully sucked on it, making his trousers event tighter.
With another squeeze on her tits, his right hand descended her body and caressed her left leg until he reached her bare knee. Once there, he moved it back, only this time it went under her skirt, caressing her thigh until he reached her hips and encountered the thin waistline of her knickers.
"I knew you weren't naked under this skirt," he muttered, pausing the intense snogging session.
"Of course not," she said, panting a little and sounding a little dazed. "But you would have loved that, wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would," he admitted. "I love Naughty Hermione," he added with a smirk. And, while he talked, he slid his hand under her panties and caressed her bum.
"Mmh, Ron," she moaned, closing her eyes for a brief moment. "'Naughty Hermione'?" she asked, amused.
"Yeah, the side of Hermione Granger only I know it exists," he explained, and squeezed her ass cheek again. "Merlin, Hermione, I love your ass."
"I hadn't noticed," she said, biting her lower lip and eyeing him lustfully. They stared at each other for a moment, while he continued to squeeze her bum, and then their lips met once more. Ron felt Hermione spread her legs a bit and he moved his hand from her ass to her cunt. The silky fabric of her panties was soaked.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he said, and began to rub her, causing her to whimper again and to thrust her hips against his hand.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes, Ron. I've been wet all night. I need you, Ron. I want to come. I want to come, please," she begged, making his entire body shiver.
He wanted nothing more than to comply, to make her cum again and again, but they were in her parents' living room. What if they got thirsty, came down and found them like that?
"We're in the living room, Hermione," he said.
"Let's go to my room then," she proposed.
"Are — are you sure?"
"My parents don't go into my room without knocking, if that's what you fear," she assured. She stared at him, almost pouting. "Don't you want to come?"
"I want to come a lot," he said, and kissed her again. Fuck, he knew he wouldn't be able to say no to her. Needy as she was, he could make her cum three or four times, and she would be eager to return the favour … "Let's go!" he urged.
Letting out an un-Hermione-ish giggle, she got up and, followed by him, practically ran towards her room. The moment they were in, Hermione cast a Soundproofing Charm and attacked Ron's mouth desperately, her hands moving across his chest and then descending towards the hard bulge in his trousers.
"Bloody fuck, Hermione."
"Don't —" long kiss "— swear."
"You love how I swear while we're like this," he replied, moving his mouth towards her neck. The hand on his cock began to squeeze harder, and he decided to return to favour by putting his back under her skirt, one on her ass and the other on her wet cunt.
"Oooh, oh, Ron, please, please, please!"
"As you want, love," he said, pushing her towards the bed. When she felt the back of her legs touch the mattress she moved her hands to the hem of her skirt, but Ron stopped her. "No, don't take it yet."
"But —" she protested, but he shut her up with a kiss.
"Trust me. Sit down."
She did as told, and Ron knelt before her. She parted her legs almost unconsciously, and Ron began to knead her legs, making her spread them wider, raising her skirt until her black silk panties where visible.
"Fucking fuck!" he said when he saw them. "Merlin, Hermione you're so fucking sexy."
"I wore them for you," she said, caressing his face. "Please, Ron. I can't stand it anymore. Just rip them off and lick me until I scream your name."
At her words, Ron attacker her like a man possessed. With a fleeting thought about what a waste it was destroying such a sexy garment, he grabbed the waistline of her panties and ripped it off her, making her moan. He gave himself just a second to look at his favourite part of her and then buried his head in her crotch, licking and sucking feverously.
"Ooooh, oh, yes, YES!" she screamed, putting on of her hands on his head to push him harder against him."
Ron used his hands to push her legs even farther, making more room for himself and opening her to his hungry mouth. Hermione put her free hand on the mattress behind her and leaned onto it. He looked up at her and saw her staring at him, her mouth opening and closing, her full of lust eyes fixed on him.
Wanting to make her cum soon, he put his arms under her thighs and embraced her legs making her spread them as wide as she could, and began to fuck her with his tongue while he used his long nose to rub her clit.
Hermione's moans got louder as she became grinding her pussy against his face, desperate for release.
"Ron, Ron, keep going, keep going, I'm almost there, almost there!"
Ron went at it for another minute or so, and then, releasing her left leg, he brought his hand to her pussy and shoved two fingers inside her tight, wet hole and curled them to touch her sweet spot; at the same time, he sucked on her clit as hard as he could.
"AAAh, AH, Ron, fuck, Ron, I'm — I'm coming! I'm comiiiiiiing!" she screamed, drenching Ron's face with her sweet release. Ron kept licking her until her spasms subsided and she was too sensitive to stand it, and then sat up on his haunches to look at his girlfriend. Hermione let herself fall onto the bed, her legs still open. Ron could see her glistening pussy and her heaving tits and it took him all his willpower not to freed his cock and shove it inside her tight, inviting body.
After a minute or so, Hermione regained control of her body and raised her head to look at him. "Ron, that was — was — awesome. Fantastic. Incredible. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure," he said, smirking. "Besides, I got you to swear."
"What?" she asked, frowning. "No, I didn't."
"Of course you did."
"No!" she insisted.
"'Ron, fuck, Ron, I'm coming!'" Ron repeated. "Hearing you say 'fuck' almost made me cum in my pants."
"Oh, God!" she moaned, covering her face with her hands.
Ron got up and sat on the bed next to her.
"You've got nothing to be ashamed of. I love knowing I can make you lose control that way."
"Well, I suppose it was worth it," she said, resigned. "It was a mind-blowing orgasm, after all."
"Talking about blowing …" Ron said, and signalled towards his protruding cock.
Hermione looked at the bulge and unconsciously licked her lips.
"Take it out, Ron," she said seductively. "Take it out so I can suck it and make you come in my mouth."
"Holy fuck!" he swore, fumbling with the button of his trousers. A moment later, he shoved them past his knees with his pants, and his cock sprang free, tall and proud, precome already wetting its tip.
Hermione manoeuvred on the bed so she was facing his lap and looking up at him, said, "I love your cock, Ron." And then took half of it into her mouth.
"Oh, fuck! Hermione!" he moaned. The feeling of her wet mouth surrounding his cock while she sucked was simply indescribable. During the last days she had got better and better at this, but today she seemed especially horny and it seemed she wanted to devour him whole. He could feel the tip touch the back of her throat, hear — and feel — her moan around his shaft, her head bobbing up and down at frantic speed. Her right hand went to his balls and began to knead them the way she knew he loved, and soon Ron was thrusting up into her mouth, almost ready to cum.
"Fuck, fuck, Hermione, like that! Keep sucking it like that!"
She kept sucking for a while and then released him with a long slurp, the hand on his balls taking the place of her mouth.
"Come, Ron," she told him, her eyes fixed on his. "I want you to come, to fill my mouth. And once you do, I want to keep going and make you come again."
"Bloody fuck!" he screamed, the mere idea making him dizzy. His cock throbbed in her hand.
"Do you want that?" she asked saucily. "To fill my mouth twice? To feel me sucking you through you orgasm and keep going until you shoot again?"
"FUCK, YES! Suck my cock, Hermione!" he yelled, putting his right hand on her head and directing her towards his needy cock. Hermione complied eagerly, and soon was sucking again with gusto.
It took him just a few more seconds of this treatment, of her hot, wet mouth devouring him until he was ready to burst. Hermione seemed to sense it and took him even deeper in her mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, yes, oh, yes, Hermione! I'm gonna cum, I'm — I'm cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" he screamed, bucking against her mouth. He felt his cock enter her throat, but instead of moving away, she just sucked harder and caressed her balls more quickly. "Here it comes!" he roared, and his cock began to unload into her hot mouth. Once, two … six long spurts flew from his throbbing shaft, his body overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it. And though he was in cloud nine, he could hear and feel Hermione swallowing his release, increasing the feeling.
"Oh, Merlin, oh, fuck …" he moaned, ecstatic, falling onto his back. But true to her word, Hermione kept sucking on his cock. If anything, his big load only seemed to have made her hungrier for more. His cock just softened a little before hardening again completely. The fact that she could do that to him seemed to turn her on, and she began to moan even louder around his cock.
Wanting to give her something, he outstretched his right arm and grabbed her leg, pulling her towards him. She gave him a questioning look without stopping sucking on his cock, and he pulled again.
"Straddle my face," he moaned. "I want to lick your pussy again while you suck me off."
She seemed to think about it for a moment, but then, without releasing his cock, got onto her knees and moved so her beautiful pink cunt was above his face. Ron put his hands on her perfect ass and then pushed her down so she was resting on his face, and began to lick her soaked slit.
Soon, they got into a fierce rhythm, both of them rocking their pelvises against each other's mouth, as if wanting to fuck the other's face. Thrusting into her mouth while she sucked his cock and he ate her pussy was driving him quickly towards the edge once more, so he began to tongue-fuck her while he rubbed her swollen clit with two fingers.
Her could feel her moans around him, and he knew she was very close, so he sped up, wanting her to cum all over his face.
"Come on, love, suck that cock and cum all over me. I wanna suck your pussy dry, Hermione."
"Oh, Ron," she said, taking his cock off her mouth and jacking him off with her hand. "Make me come. Make me come and fill my mouth again."
Ron redoubled his efforts on her, feeling on the brim of orgasm. He realised he was about to burst once more when Hermione convulsed above him and released his cock to let out a loud moan of pleasure, using her right hand to keep pleasuring him.
"Ooooh, Rooon! Yes, yessssss!"
The fantastic sensation on his cock and even better view became too much and his cock exploded once more. Looking between his bodies, he saw his spurts hitting her on the face, which only made the orgasm more intense. Instead of moving away, Hermione just moaned louder and lapped at his cock, letting him coat her tongue and lips in his come.
"Fuuck, Hermione! Oh, fuck!"
Exhausted, Ron let his head fall onto the bedspread while Hermione rolled off him. She looked at him and he could see his cum all around her mouth and even a bit on her nose. The image was so sexy he felt his cock stir again.
"God, Ron, that was incredible," she moaned dreamily.
"Hermione, you face …" Ron commented, pointing at her with his index finger.
"Oh, yes," she said, reaching for her wand and casting a Cleaning Charm on her face.
"Sorry," he said.
"What for?"
"Well, you know … cumming on your face."
"It wasn't your fault," she said dismissively. "Besides, it wasn't that bad. In fact, it was — hot," she admitted. Ron grinned at her, although he suspected that the blissful post-orgasm state had a lot to do with her saying such a thing. She surely would be mortified in the morning.
"Fucking hot," he added. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed contentedly. "I suppose I should go to my room, don't you think?"
"I suppose," she said, sounding disappointed.
Making an effort, he got up and lifted his pants and his trousers. Feeling Hermione's eyes on him, he took her ripped panties and caressed them between his fingers. "Shame," he said. "They were so sexy …"
"I thought you were a wizard?" said Hermione pointedly.
Ron took his discarded wand and pointed it towards the knickers. "Reparo!" The panties mended themselves at once. "Good," he said, happy, throwing them at her. She got up, too, and straightened her dress before putting her arms around his neck and kissing him slowly.
"I love you."
"I know," he replied, grinning teasingly.
"Idiot."
"Always," he said, and kissed her again before parting from her. "Good night, Hermione."
"Good night, Ron."
Ron walked out of the room, trying to be as silent as possible, and entered his room. He took of his clothes, folded them as neatly as he knew, and got into the bed in just his underwear.
Not bad for the first day, he thought. Not bad at all.
Well, that's it.
Expect next chapter around next weekend. Whether sooner rather than later depends, as always, on you writers out there. Give your own stories and inspire me to revise faster and write more.