As promised, the next part! It's time for an important conversation. This chapter, unlike the previous ones in this story, has some angsty and dramatic moments, as the family talk between the Grangers and Ron and Hermione is not an easy one. But don't worry, you'll get a good dose of smut in this chapter as well.
So — enjoy!
Chapter 6
The Whole Story
"Already back?" asked Hermione's mum when Ron and her husband walked into the house. She and Hermione were sitting on the couch having an animated conversation.
"Yes," said Mr Granger dryly, walking towards them. "Are you done cleaning already?" he asked his daughter.
"Yes, the house was almost spotless, as always, so it took me no time," explained Hermione, a bit baffled by his father's tone.
"Good," her father said, nodding. "Then you and Ron can go upstairs and move his things to your room," he told her, causing Hermione's eyes to become the size of saucers. Her mother gaped at her husband, gobsmacked.
"W-what?" Hermione asked, and her eyes moved from her father to Ron, who looked down, embarrassed.
"You heard me," her father said. "There's no point in him having his clothes in the guest room. Move his things and then come down, we need to talk."
"William, what's the meaning of this?" Mrs Granger asked, frowning.
"There're things we need to talk about," he stated, without giving any details. "Hermione, Ron, go. Come back as soon as you're done," he ordered. "We'll make tea meanwhile," he added, and then walked towards the kitchen. Hermione and her mother stared at Ron, whose ears were, he knew, completely red. Unable to resist it anymore, he turned towards the stairs and climbed them up. He was already on the top of the staircase when he heard Hermione's footsteps following him. By the time she reached his room he was sitting on the bed.
"Ron?" she asked, looking at him from the doorframe, completely confused. "Do you mind explaining to me what happened down there?" she asked, her tone demanding.
"Promise me you won't get angry?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "Ron, what did you do? Why is my father asking us to move your things to my room?"
Ron took a deep breath. "Well, I might have revealed to your father — unintentionally, mind you — that we — well, that we had … sex … last night," he finished, avoiding her eyes.
"YOU DID WHAT!?" Hermione shrieked, completely shocked. "You told my father that we —" She shook her head. "And how exactly did you do that unintentionally, Ron?" she asked, furious.
"It wasn't my fault!" Ron replied, defending himself. "We were in the garage and, out of the blue, he asked me what we had done last night! He caught me completely by surprise and — well, I think my face told him everything."
"Oh, God!" Hermione said, turning round and covering her face with her hands. "Oh, God!"
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he apologised. "But look, on the bright side —"
"'Bright side'?" she asked, rounding on him and silencing him with her glare. She looked a bit crazy and her hair seemed wilder than usual, which was never a good signal. "There's a bright side of this?"
"Well, he wants us to stop pretending and sleep in the same room, doesn't he? He's not mad at us or anything. If it had been my mother, I'd still be being lectured and she would have put a spell on us so we couldn't get within ten feet of each other."
Hermione stared at him, completely shocked. "Well, I — I suppose," she said at last, calming down. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," she added softly, "but what I don't understand, is — why did he ask you that? I mean, there's no way they could have known that you slept in my room. They might have suspected we were — well, having sex, but they couldn't know for sure."
"Well, you see …" started Ron, thinking about how he was going to tell her this. "When he asked me that, he wasn't asking about sex at ll. He — he heard us talking about the protective spell when we were in the backyard yesterday morning."
"WHAT!?" Hermione yelled, horrified.
"Yeah," said Ron gravely. "He wanted to know what we had done, and I just took it the wrong way. And when he saw us watching the news last evening, he understood that we knew more about those strange deaths. Hermione, what I'm trying to say is that — well, that he knows. About You-Know-Who. And about the war."
"No, no, no!" said Hermione, shaking her head in denial. "Ron, tell me you didn't tell him!"
"How could I not?" Ron replied defensively. "He had me cornered, Hermione! Do you think I wanted to be the one to explain that to him? I told him he should talk to you, but he kept asking and insisting, saying how worried he was about you and how it was his right to know!"
"Oh, Merlin!" cried Hermione.
"It's not that bad," Ron said, getting up and putting his hands on her shoulders for support. "He was really understanding, you know. He told me your granddad went to a war when he was our age, and that you wouldn't be his daughter if you didn't fight for what's right." He sighed. "You should have told them the truth."
"I know," said Hermione, dejected. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that by yourself."
"In hindsight, it was not that bad," Ron said dismissively, and then kissed her softly. "We'd better move my things, your parents will be expecting us soon," he added when they broke apart. "Understanding as he was, I don't want your dad thinking we're shagging right now."
"Ron!" she exclaimed, a horrified look on her face. He just shrugged and smiled meekly. Hermione shook her head and took her wand. Two minutes later, Ron's things were on her bedroom.
"Should we go down, then?" Ron asked. He could hear her parents talking downstairs, even though he couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Yes," she nodded, though she looked a bit anxious. "The sooner this is over, the better."
Her parents were sitting at the kitchen table when Ron and Hermione walked in. The two couples stared at one another for a moment.
"Sit down, please," Hermione's mum said. She looked clearly upset.
Ron and Hermione did as told and her mother poured them some tea. The four of them remained silent while each of them prepared their own. Finally, after both Ron and Hermione took a sip of their steaming cups, Hermione's dad started talking.
"Hermione, your mother and I have always treated you as an adult. We let you go to Hogwarts when you were just eleven years old; we let you spend Christmas at school and summers at Ron's house. Now you're here with your boyfriend, and we don't mind you two sharing a room. If you had told us there was no need for Ron to sleep in the guest room, you could have slept together these two nights. We know you're a woman now, that you're responsible and level-headed. Did I, or your mother, ever give you a reason for you not to trust us? Did we ever give you a reason to lie?"
With each word coming from her dad, Ron could see Hermione's shame taking over her. When he finally stopped talking, she was completely red in the face and on the verge of tears.
"N-no," she hiccupped. "I'm sorry," she added, looking at them pleadingly. "I just — I didn't want to worry you. There was nothing you could do, and I didn't want you worrying about me when I was at school."
"Is that all?" her mother asked, her voice revealing that she felt disappointed. "Wasn't it that you feared we wouldn't let you go back to Hogwarts?"
Hermione looked down at her cup, and for a moment Ron thought she was going to deny it, but then she said, "A bit," she confessed in a very low voice.
"Why?" her father asked. "Your granddad went to a war, Hermione, when he was your age. You know how proud I am of him. We saw you when you were a child, the strange things that happened all the time. You knew how relieved we were when we finally understood what the reason was. And when you came that first Christmas … we have never seen you so happy — until now, at least. You seemed another person, Hermione, and we understood that you had found your place in the world. How could you think we could take that from you? Besides, Ron told me that there's no place to hide from this."
"I'm s-sorry," Hermione's sobbed. "I'm sorry, Dad, Mum. I just —" she shook her head. Ron put one on his hands on top of hers, silently conveying that he was there for her.
Hermione's dad sighed deeply. "We should be the ones protecting you, Hermione. Even if you're an adult in the Wizarding world and almost an adult in ours, we're your parents. Instead, I find out that you and Ron are the ones protecting us."
Hermione's mother looked at her husband, shocked. It was clear that, whatever he had told her, this hadn't been part of it.
"You did what?" she asked, looking at them in turns.
"Ron helped me to cast a protective charm on the house," Hermione explained, having calmed down a bit. "It's not unbreakable, but if someone tries to harm you here, we would know."
"Oh, God!" her mother exclaimed. "But, is that necessary? Are we in real danger?"
"Everyone is in danger," Ron piped in. "Killing muggles is just a pastime for the Death Eaters. And you being the parents of one of Harry Potter's best friends …"
"This is a bit too much," her mother said.
"I'm sorry, Mum," Hermione apologised. "I'm sorry that, because of me —"
"NO!" Ron yelled, startling them all. "Don't ever blame yourself for being who you are!" he shouted, incensed. "There's nothing wrong in you being the daughter of your parents, or in being friends with Harry, or in wanting to fight for what's right. I like you the way you are and I wouldn't change you for anything!" he declared hotly.
"Ron's right," her father intervened. "This is not your fault."
"I think it's time for us to hear the whole story," said Hermione's mum, who still looked a bit confused.
And so, for the next hour, Ron and Hermione explained everything, from the first war, to Harry's survival and all their adventures at Hogwarts.
"Oh, my God," Hermione's mother said once everything had been told. "Poor Harry! No sixteen-year-old boy should carry such a burden."
"He's not alone," Ron said. "My entire family has practically adopted him, and he's got me and Hermione."
"And then there's Dumbledore," added Hermione. "Voldemort still fears him."
"Still, is horribly unfair, to all of you."
"War is always unfair," Hermione's dad piped in. "It doesn't matter if it's fought with wands or firearms."
Hermione's mum got up to make more tea.
"Harry has already beat You-Know-Who three times," said Ron. "And we managed to thwart ten Death Eaters last year at the Ministry. I know we can do this," Ron assured.
"Ron's right," said Hermione, giving his hand a squeeze. "I don't want you to worry."
"There's no way we won't worry!" Hermione's mother exclaimed, turning towards them. "Aren't — aren't your parents afraid?"
Ron remembered about his mother's boggart and gulped. "Of course they are. But all of them are in the Order, all of them are involved, so they understand."
"All of them?" asked Hermione's dad, appalled. "That must be hard."
"It is," nodded Ron, "but we've learned to live with it. We must think about the future, keep living, so we don't forget what we're fighting for."
"Wise words, Son," said Hermione's father, smiling for the first time since their talk in the garage.
"Can we stop talking about this now?" asked Hermione in a pleading tone. "Please. It's becoming a bit depressing, and we don't want that. We want to enjoy this holiday."
"Yes, I suppose it's better," her mother said with a sad sight, taking the kettle from the stove and putting it on the table.
"Just promise us that there won't be more lies," her father demanded. "We want to know what's happening, okay?"
"I p-promise, Dad," nodded Hermione, her eyes shimmering. "Although — well, I won't be able to tell you anything by owl, it's too risky."
"I'll get my dad to visit you," intervened Ron. "I was planning to, anyway, to make the Order check on you, be sure that everything's all right. He can inform you if anything happens."
"Thanks, Ron," said Mr Granger appreciatively. "That'll do." He checked his clock. "It's almost lunchtime. What about pizza?" he asked him.
"I'd love that," he said.
"Well, it won't be as good as the one you ate at Il Napolitano, but you'll like it. I'll go to the study to call," he said, and left the kitchen.
"I — I need to go to the loo," Ron mumbled a minute later, and left as well.
When he exited the bathroom a couple of minutes later, he could hear Hermione's father still talking through the phone in the study. Slowly, he went back to the kitchen, thinking about everything they had talked that morning, until the sound of his name in Hermione's mum's voice drew his attention.
"Ron really loves you," she was saying, and Ron stopped dead on his track, before he could be seen from the kitchen.
"He does," he heard Hermione say. "And I love him, too."
"The way he defended you …" her mum trailed off. "I like him. And you seem happy."
"I am happy," Hermione affirmed, and Ron could almost see the smile on her face. It made him smile as well.
"Well, you've wanted to be with him for years," her mother said. "And to think how heartbroken you looked during Christmas …" Ron's smile vanished, shame and regret filling his body. "I'm glad it all turned all right in the end."
"Me too."
They fell silent, and Ron decided it was time to go in, when Hermione's mum made a statement that froze him on the spot.
"So you're sleeping together."
He could barely hear Hermione's 'yes'.
"And — is it good?"
"Mum!" Hermione exclaimed, trying not to make much noise. "I can't believe you're asking me this!"
"Sorry, dear, just curiosity. Boys at that age can be really careless, and clueless, and —"
"It's amazing," Hermione interrupted. "He's amazing," she added, and Ron felt himself swell with pride. Hermione thought he was amazing!
"Really?" her mother asked.
"Really."
"Then you're lucky, Hermione. And I'm glad for you. My first time was … well, not horrible, but certainly not good."
"I'm fairly sure I don't want to know about that, Mum," Hermione confessed, clearly embarrassed.
"No, I suppose you don't," her mother said, and both laughed.
Ron decided it was the right time to go back and resumed walking, trying to make a lot of noise so they knew he was going in. Both women looked at him when he entered the kitchen.
"I thought you were Dad," said Hermione.
"He's still talking through the fellytone."
"Telephone."
"Yeah, that."
Ron sat down and took another sip of his tea. A moment later, Hermione's dad walked in.
"Done," he announced. "They'll be here in half an hour."
"Good," his wife said, nodded.
They fell into a not very comfortable silence, all of them finishing their tea and lost in their own thoughts. He exchanged a look with Hermione and could tell she felt as uncomfortable as he was.
"You are a pureblood," blurted out Hermione's dad after a few minutes, startling them all.
"Yeah, I am," said Ron, unsure, not knowing where he was going with that affirmation.
"You and your family could be safe, couldn't you?"
Ron thought about how to answer for a moment, and then spoke, very slowly, "yeah, in a way we could … but we're blood traitors, and for the Death Eaters that's almost as bad as being Muggleborn."
"Blood traitor," repeated Hermione's father, not understanding.
"Purebloods that are friendly to Muggles and Muggleborns," explained Ron. "The Weasleys have always been considered blood traitors, and my dad, with his love for everything Muggle and his laws for the protection of Muggles has lived up to that name. And even if we didn't have that fame, now I'm going out with a Muggleborn, so —" Ron shrugged.
"So just for going out with Hermione, you're putting yourself in danger?" Hermione's mother asked, horrified.
"Yeah," nodded Ron. "But I don't mind. I'm proud of it."
Hermione smiled at him and squeezed his hand lovingly.
"Good Lord …" Hermione's mum said, shaking her head sadly.
"We agreed to leave this subject for today," complained Hermione reproachfully.
"Sorry, dear," her father said. "It's just — it's hard to stop thinking about it once you know."
"I understand, but, please," she begged, "no more sad conversations. It won't do us any good."
"You're right," her father said. "Why don't you tell us about that Apparition thing you're learning to do?"
Hermione was still explaining all about their Apparition classes when a ringing sound startled Ron, who hastily turned round, a bit afraid.
"It'll be the delivery boy, with the pizzas," said Hermione's dad, getting up. "I'll get them."
Two minutes later, the pizzas were over the table, and Ron felt his mouth water at the aroma that came off them.
"They look delicious," he commented.
Hermione laughed, "I wonder if there's any food you don't like," she said teasingly.
"Oh, shut up," he replied. "I'm not that bad!"
"If you say so …"
Hermione resumed her talking about Apparition as they started to eat, and then, wanting to light the mood even more after the gloomy morning they all had had, he began telling stories of him and his brothers when they were kids.
"It must be fun, having so many people in the house," commented Hermione's dad, smiling widely after Ron had told them how Fred and George had taken Charlie's broom without his permission and had ended up covered in mud in the pond.
"Well, you can't get bored, that's true," Ron answered, "but you never get a minute to yourself, either."
"We would have wanted another child," Hermione's dad commented, "but it never happened."
"I would have loved a sister or brother," said Hermione longingly. "It would have been nice."
"Or not," interjected Ron. "Imagine growing up with Fred, or George. You would have gone nuts before going to Hogwarts!"
"Oh, don't exaggerate, Ron," Hermione replied. "You know you love them."
"Mmmh," Ron said, feigning that he was thinking about it. "Maybe, but you'll need veritaserum to get me to admit it."
"Veritaserum?" asked Hermione's mother. "Sounds like a truth serum."
"It's exactly that," explained Hermione, "but much more powerful and a hundred per cent effective."
When the four of them finished eating, the mood in the house was much lighter. On the contrary, the day outside had turned dark, and, by the time Ron and Hermione had cleaned the plates, it had started to rain. So they moved to the living room, where Ron showed a delighted Mr Granger how Wizard chess worked, beating him twice in a row. Then, they spent the afternoon playing some family Muggle games Hermione and her parents liked but hadn't played in a long time.
And while they were there, playing and laughing and having fun, Ron thought that he really liked it there. He liked Hermione's house and Hermione's parents. He liked to be there, just the four of them. Oh, he missed Harry already, and the Burrow, but if felt good just being four people for a few days, making the Grangers laugh and earning those incredible smiles from his girlfriend. He liked having her with him, having fun, not reading or studying, but just enjoying her family … a family that now included him, too.
And so the afternoon turned into evening, and they were having tea, and then Hermione's parents told them they were going to go to bed early, as they had to go to work next morning.
"I'm sorry, dears," said Hermione's mum. "We couldn't cancel our appointments for the next three days. But we haven't got to work on Thursday and Friday."
"Don't worry, Mum, it's okay. I can show Ron the rest of the town and we've got homework as well."
Ron groaned. It was too much to expect Hermione to forget about homework for the holidays.
"All right," Hermione's mum said. "Good night."
"Well, what do you want to do?" Hermione asked Ron once they were alone. "Do you want to watch TV? We could go to bed, if you're tired."
Ron approached her and put his hands on her waist. "We could go to bed, but I'm not tired," he responded, smiling lustfully at her. Hermione stared at him and bit her bottom lip.
"And then what do you want to do in bed, if you don't want to sleep?" she asked seductively.
"I could tell you, but I think I prefer to show you, you know …"
"I'm mot sure, Mr Weasley," she said with a very formal voice, "I like to know what I'm getting into. I don't like surprises."
"OK, then," Ron said, nodding. "What if I tell you I want to take off your clothes, lick your pussy until you cum screaming my name, and then fuck you hard?" he blurted out
Hermione blushed, but her eyes flashed with unmistakable lust and mischief. "That's an — interesting offer, I've got to admit," she commented. "What are we waiting for, then?" she asked. She wheeled around and marched towards the stairs. Ron followed her, his eyes fixed on her round, jean-clad ass as they climbed up the stairs and couldn't help but giving her a soft spank.
"Ron!" she exclaimed in mock offense, being careful to not raise her voice.
"Sorry, Ms Granger," he whispered, "but I couldn't help it; your sexy bum was teasing me."
"Are you accusing me of something?" she asked, using the same formal tone as before but trying to look affronted.
"I wouldn't dare, Ms Granger," Ron said, trying to look contrite as they entered her room. "I'm just stating the fact that you've got an amazing backside," he added, using his wand to close the door and soundproof the room. He turned round to face Hermione again and continue their playful teasing, but instead an smirking Hermione, he found a serious one, looking at him intensely. "Hermione …?" he asked, worried. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she answered, shaking her head. "I just — I was thinking about today. It could have been a disaster, you know, telling my parents the truth, but you made it much easier. The things you said …" she made a pause and moved closer to him. "I love you, Ron. I love you so much."
"Hermione …" he whispered, touched by her words. "It was nothing. I just told them the truth. I don't know why you're thanking me; I should apologise for revealing everything."
"No, Ron!" she denied. "It's not your fault. My parents are very clever, and it was wrong of me to keep all this from them. I'm glad they know, even if they worry. Despite how hard that conversation was, it took a weight off my shoulders."
Ron just stood still, looking at her, not knowing what to say.
"And I want to show you how much I appreciate what you did, the way you lifted the mood. And for that, it is a good thing that you let Dad know we're having sex, so we can sleep together without worries."
Ron gulped, his cock twitching at the implications of Hermione's words and the hungry way in which she was looking at him.
With her eyes fixed on his, Hermione took off her jumper and then her t-shirt, so she was clad in only her jeans and a black bra that made her already fantastic tits look even more enticing.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
Next Hermione took off her jeans, slowly, teasing him, revealing a pair of little black panties that made Ron's mouth water.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked coyly.
"Bloody hell, yeah! You look fucking awesome, Hermione, good enough to eat."
"Good," she said, smiling, "because I want you to eat me, Ron. But, before …"
She unclasped her bra and took it off, baring her amazing breasts to him, and then, before he could do anything, she pushed him against the door and knelt before him.
"Hermione …?"
Looking up at him, Hermione undid Ron's trousers and yanked them and his underpants down, freeing his already hard cock, which almost hit her in the face, and then, without hesitation, she took it in her mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" he moaned, clenching his fists, waves of pleasure coursing his body from his cock. Hermione moaned around his cock as she sucked hard on him, and he threw his head back, hissing. "Oh, yes, fuck!"
Hermione put one hand on his ass, caressing his right buttock, and with the other began to knead his balls, increasing his pleasure tenfold. Wanting to see his girlfriend sucking him off, he looked down at her. She was looking up, her eyes full of lust as she bobbed her head. He looked past his cock, to her heaving tits, and his cock twitched in her mouth.
"Fuck, Hermione, you like sucking my cock, don't you? Can't get enough of it, can you?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Mmmh, yes," she answered, releasing his cock, her voice dripping with desire. She put the hand on his ass on his pole and began jacking him off, making up for the absence of her sinful mouth. "I love it." She lifted his cock, wanking him with strong strokes, and began to kiss and lick his balls, making him groan. "I want you to come, Ron. I want you to come in my mouth, to swallow your … cum," she finished, and took him in her mouth once more, sucking as hard as she could.
"FUCK!" he swore, resisting the impulse to thrust forward and bury himself in her mouth and throat. Instead, he put his hands on her head, caressing her hair and encouraging her to take more of him into her mouth, which she did.
"Merlin, Hermione, you're so good at this … Fuck, I'm so close, don't stop, please."
As an answer, Hermione sped up the bobbing of her head, taking a bit more of him into her mouth and sucking harder when she retreated. The kneading on his bollocks became more insistent, and he felt getting closer and closer. She looked so sexy, so wanton, there on her knees, sucking him, with her tits on display and wearing just those sexy little panties, and he wanted nothing more than to fill her mouth with a big load of spunk and see her swallowing it all.
Hermione gave him a few hard sucks and then released him once more, replacing her mouth with her hand.
"You're so hard and big, Ron …" she half-moaned, and Ron felt his cock switch. He didn't knew if Hermione was doing it on purpose, if she knew that the easiest way to stroke a man's ego was to praise his cock.
"Then keep sucking it," he pleaded, "don't stop, I'm almost there, Hermione."
"With pleasure," she whispered, and engulfed him once more. This time she went at it as fast and hard as she knew, and Ron couldn't help but start moaning loudly and buck his hips to get more of his shaft into her mouth and throat. She didn't seem to mind; in fact, it seemed to spur her on, and that idea, Hermione likes me fucking her mouth drove him over the edge.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" he yelled, and, a moment later, his cock exploded in her mouth, sending torrents of cum down her throat, which she delightfully swallowed, creating a suction around his dick that increased the insane pleasure he was feeling and also kept his cock completely hard.
"Mmmh, tasty," she moaned coyly, giving his cock a few licks that made him shudder. After all the times she had sucked his cock, he still found it amazing that she did it and, even more, that she loved doing it. She moved back, her eyes fixed on his face, a smirk on her beautiful face. "Well, I think it's my turn now," she said.
"Is it?" he said, teasingly, when he recovered enough to talk. "And what do you want in return?"
"You know what I want," she said, getting to her feet and showing off her slender and hot body.
"No, I don't," he said, feigning ignorance. "I'm not as brilliant as you are, Miss Granger. I think you need to tell me, as clearly as possible."
Hermione stared at him with narrowed eyes, torn between lust and annoyance. Finally, after a few moments of silence, she said, "take off the rest of your clothes." Ron did as told immediately, feeling her hungry eyes on him.
"Done," he said, standing before him completely naked, his cock protruding proudly from between his legs.
"Now return the favour, Ronald," she commanded in that bossy tone that drove him mad with desire, and sat down on the bed.
"I already did, didn't I?" he replied, playing daft. "I mean, you asked me to get naked and I did …"
"Ron," she hissed. Ron could see the enticing way in which she was rubbing her thighs together, and his cock twitched.
"What? I'm not a mind-reader, Hermione."
Hermione glared at him for a while, clearly enduring an internal fight. Then, letting out a annoyed groan, she took off her sexy knickers and, leaning backwards on her elbows, opened her legs, revealing her wet pussy to him.
"Lick me until I scream your name, Ron," she ordered. "Do it, and do it NOW!" she yelled, in a voice that clearly indicated she was not to be denied.
"As you wish," Ron said, incredibly turned on by her demands, her tone and the arousing sight of her nude body. He was right before her in two long strides and then knelt on the carpet between her open legs, the pussy drawing him like a flame would attract a moth. He put his hands on her soft thighs and caressed her skin while she watched him with barely contained desire. He fixed his eyes on hers, and, resisting the urge to dive into her cunt, he began to kiss and lick her inner thighs, giving her an occasional bite and making her moan.
"Ron, please …" she begged.
"What?" he asked between licks and kisses. "I am doing what you asked, am I not? Licking you."
"But not where I want you!"
"And where is that?" he asked in what he knew was an annoying innocent voice.
Hermione groaned in frustration, and then, all of a sudden, she put on o her hands on his head, and pushed him into her pussy forcefully.
"THERE!" she screamed, letting out a long moan when he, unable to resist, thrust his tongue inside her. "Lick me," she ordered, her voice hoarse. "Lick me and make me come, Ron. I want to come."
Her words and voice were too much for him, and he decided to stop with the game and give her what she so desperately needed, so he began to move his tongue quickly in and out of her, eliciting new loud moans. Then he added his thumb on her swollen clit and she let out a wail of pleasure that made his hairs stand on end. Fuck, he wanted her. Desperately. Looking up at her face, he saw that she was trying hard to keep her eyes open to watch him, though she seemed to have difficulties in doing so. Ron, excited by her wantonness, began to tongue-fuck her even harder and rub her clit with more intensity, wanting to drive her over the edge as soon as possible.
Hermione let out a loud cry and began to caress her own breasts with her free hand, using the one on his head to pull on his hair and press him further into her.
Ron kept this pace for a while, watching the way her body surrendered to the pleasure she was giving her, and then his mouth and hand switched positions: he put one finger inside her snug hole, and put his mouth on her clit.
"Oh, oh, yes, yes!" she moaned. "Suck it, Ron, suck it, just … suck … it!"
And Ron did, sucking his clit with force, at the same time that put another finger inside her, fucking her with them like he was dying to do with his cock. Hermione's body began to trash on the bed, on the verge of coming. She was moaning freely now, kneading her tits and pinching her nipples shamelessly, and Ron thought that he hadn't ever seen a more beautiful or erotic image.
"Oh ... oh … ah, Ron … yes, yes, keep going … fuck, suck my clit, move your fingers, yes, oh, yes, make me come … Make me come!"
It shouldn't surprise him how talkative she was during sex, knowing as he knew how much she loved talking, but it did, in a very, very good way. Her dirty talk and bossy voice drove him wild with desire, making him want to just fuck her for hours and hours and cum together over and over and over again until neither of them could move a single muscle.
He moved his fingers even faster and deeper, and then gave her a long, hard suck on her clit that made her arch her back and thrust her voluptuous, heaving tits into the air as she let out a wail of pleasure that could have awakened the neighbours if they hadn't silenced the room.
"OH, OH, ROOOOOOON!" she exclaimed, "Yesss, oh, oh, yes, YESSS!" Her body stopped moving and she just lay on the bed, panting and spent, her face a picture of pure bliss.
"Satisfied?" he asked, sitting up and trying not to look too smug after the earth-shattering orgasm he had given her.
"Oh, yes," she purred, smiling happily. "If I had known you could do these things with your mouth I would never have told you off for your eating manners."
Ron lay beside her on the bed, laughing and kissed her on the mouth.
"Mmmh, you taste like me," she commented, staring into his eyes.
"Do you like it?"
"It's not bad," she said.
"Not bad?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Hermione, I can affirm that your pussy is the best thing I've ever eaten."
"Good, because you're going to eat it loads of times, Ronald Weasley," she told him, a new hunger in her eyes. She outstretched her arm and grabbed his hard cock, making him close his eyes in pleasure. "I think your friend is a bit cold out here," she commented. "Don't you prefer putting it in a … warmer place?"
"Fuck, yeah!" Ron exclaimed, pushing her into the bed and climbing between her open legs. Immediately, Hermione put them around him, pressing his hard body against her soft one, his cock resting on her cunt, her scorching heat sipping into him. He kissed each of her nipples, making her moan softly, and then began to snog her passionately. Hermione responded with equal fervour, their arms embracing the other, bringing their bodies as close as it was possible. Ron could feel her tits against his chest, could feel the way she was grinding her crotch against his dick, getting him harder if possible, and he knew that he couldn't hold back anymore, he needed to be inside he again, to feel her surrounding him tightly.
So he broke the kiss, and lifted his hips, his eyes fixed on hers, and put the head of his cock at her entrance, feeling her open up to him a bit. He couldn't supress a moan. Fuck she felt too good.
"Yes, Ron," she whispered huskily, giving him a short kiss. "Put it in me. Make love to me. Fuck me."
"Oh, fuck!" he swore, and, as slowly as he could — after all, this was just her third time — he penetrated her, marvelling at the way her hot, wet flesh opened to receive him, relishing the incredibly tightness that surrounded him as he entered her.
"Oh, Merlin!" she moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure. "More, Ron."
"Yes, more," he muttered, almost taking his cock out before plunging into her again, a bit quicker this time, until he was balls deep inside her. "Fuck, Hermione, you feel so good!"
"You too," she replied, moaning. "Your cock is so big, I love the way you stretch me every time you enter me …"
Ron groaned, turned on beyond measure due to her words and the amazing way she felt around him: tight, hot, wet.
"I'm ready, Ron. You haven't got to hold back. I don't want you to hold back," she said, staring into his eyes, her gaze full of lust and love for him.
"Oh, fuck!" he swore again, and began to thrust into her, slowly at first but increasing his speed every time, his need for her growing with every thrust, relishing the way her soft body accepted him. She was everything he could have expected, and he knew that he could cum right then, and keep going without a pause, and cum again and still keep at it, because there was no way he could get tired of the way her fantastic pussy felt as he fucked it.
Ron kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth in sync with his movements, and then moved his mouth along her jaw and neck, enjoying the taste of her skin and the way she moaned and panted against his ears. His lust increasing, he put one of his hands under her ass, squeezing her cheek hard and pressing her against him, to which she responded with a loud moan and moving her hips harder against him to counter his thrusts, which now were reaching a frantic speed. Needing more leverage, he raised his torso, almost kneeling between her thighs so he could get closer to her and fuck her harder. Besides, this way he had an amazing view of her jiggling tits.
His balls tightened and his cock twitched.
"Fuck, Hermione … so tight … so hot … I'm so close …"
"Me too," she moaned, and then, to Ron's delight, began to knead her own tits, opening her eyes to look at him and gauge his reaction.
"Holy fuck, you're the hottest sight ever!" he said, and thrust as hard as he could into her, driving his cock as deep as possible into her sopping pussy. "I think I could cum just by watching you," he confessed, groaning in pleasure.
"Yes … oh, Ron, yes," she moaned, and then her right hand left her breast and slid down her body to her clit and began to touch herself.
"Bloody fucking hell!"
"Don't stop!" she urged, using her legs to spur him. "Don't ever stop, Ron … Keep going, keep fucking me!"
"Fuck, yes, Hermione, I'll fuck you forever, I'll fuck your tight pussy non-stop, fill you with my cum over and over again …"
"Ooh, Ron, oh, yes, yes, I'm almost — I'm — Fuck, I'm coming!" she screamed, her hands moving frantically on her clit and tits. Ron could feel her pussy constricting his cock, as if she wanted to milk him. That tightness combined with the incredibly sight of her spasming body was enough to drive him over the edge as well.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming too!" he yelled, burying his cock in her, feeling his balls slap against her ass. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he screamed, feeling his cock spurt into her still convulsing pussy.
Finally, after a few more thrusts, he fell on her, his cock still twitching inside her.
"Merlin, Hermione …"
"Mmmh, Ron …" she moaned, putting her hands on his back and caressing his sweaty skin and the nape of his neck. "It was incredible," she sighed. "I love you so much."
"Love you too," he said, still panting. "You feel so fucking good. Can I stay inside you forever?"
She laughed a bit. "That would be lovely," she said. "Impractical but lovely."
Ron lifted his head and kissed her languidly, their lust momentarily sated.
"I'm crushing you," he commented and rolled over to her side, briefly lamenting the loss of connection, and then took her in his left arm and brought her to him. She snuggled into his body, resting her head on his chest. Ron used his free hand to caress her wild, lovely hair. Hermione sighed contentedly.
"It was so hot, seeing you touch yourself," he said after a few moments.
"Mmmh," she said as a response.
"Do you — I mean, have you done that … before?" he asked.
Hermione didn't answer immediately. Instead, she lifted her head and moved a bit away, lying on her side to face him. "Yes," she admitted, and flushed a bit.
"You did?" Ron asked, shocked.
Hermione frowned. "Why are you so surprised?" she asked. "Haven't you?"
"Well, yes, but I'm randy git," he said. "I just — I never imagined — well, I did imagine it, of course …"
"Well, I'd say I can be quite randy, too, can't I?" she asked.
"Now that you say it … yeah," he said, nodding. "So — when did you start?"
"I'm not answering to that," she protested, rolling onto her back so she didn't have to look at him.
"Oh, come on!" he said, propping himself onto his elbow to look at her face. "I'll tell you if you tell me."
"You're a teenage boy," she said, turning her head towards him, "I imagine that since you were twelve or so."
"You're no fun," he complaining, falling on his back onto the bed. "You're right, by the way, though I was almost thirteen."
Hermione didn't say anything, and both of them remained silent for a while.
"I was fifteen," she confessed suddenly.
"Fifteen?" asked Ron.
"Yes. It was at Grimmauld Place."
"At Grimmauld Place?" said Ron, propping himself up again to stare at her, very interested. "Not what I'd call a very erotic place …"
Ron saw her blush.
"We were cleaning one of the upper rooms," she explained, avoiding looking at him. "It was a very hot day, and you were wearing one of your Chudley Cannons t-shirts. They clash horribly with your hair, you know, but well, you were all sweaty, and complaining while you scrubbed the floor, and, I don't know, I felt so hot, not just because of the weather. And then I went to take a shower, and as I washed my body I couldn't banish your image from my mind, and I imagined you using your hands on me the way you were on the floor and — well, I couldn't help but caress myself, and I — I just did it," she finished, completely red in the face.
Ron just gaped at her, transfixed, feeling aroused again. The image of Hermione on the shower, all wet, touching herself to images of him was too much.
"You thought about me," was the only thing he could say.
"Well, I almost always think of you when I masturbate," she said.
"'Almost always'?" he repeated, feeling a pang of jealousy inside him. Did she think about other blokes?
Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What? You're telling me you thought of me every time you've wanked?" she demanded. Ron blushed and looked away.
"That's what I thought," she said. "I think of you almost every time, Ron, but you're not the only boy I find attractive, you know."
"Yeah," he said hoarsely
"But it's you almost always."
"So you've done it more times, then?" he questioned, deciding that it was best to forget about the 'almost always', because he didn't want to confess about Madam Rosmerta, Fleur Delacour and Lavender.
"Yes," she said. "Especially since last year. I stopped doing it while you were with Lavender, though," she added. "It hurt thinking about you in that way, knowing you probably were — well, doing all those things with her."
"I'm sorry," he said, feeling sheepish.
"It's okay," she told him, shrugging. "I made up for lost time after we got together," she confessed, giving him a seductive look.
"Fuck, Hermione …" he moaned. Hermione looked down his body and smiled.
"Already?" she said, referring to his already hard cock. "You came twice!"
"I know," he said, "but fuck, just picturing you touching yourself in your room, or in the shower …"
"In the prefects' bath," she added, fuelling his desire.
"Bloody hell …" he groaned, his cock twitching.
"How frequently do you do it?" she asked, her voice filled with lust.
"Every day," he said quickly, his eyes fixed on hers. Unable to control himself, he moved his right hand and covered her left tit with it, squeezing it gently. "Sometimes twice or thrice a day."
"And do you … think of me?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, kneading her boob more roughly, enjoying its fullness in his large hand. "It's been only you for a long time. Even when I was with Lavender, I'd go to bed and couldn't stop wanking to you," he admitted. "I could have seen her tits and yet when I went to bed I'd be more excited after seeing you bit your lip or putting your hair behind your ears …"
"Ron …" she moaned, her beautiful brown eyes shimmering with emotion and lust.
And then they were kissing, hungrily, passionately, one of his hands cupping her tits, one of hers stroking his cock.
"I want you," he blurted out mid-snog, putting one hand on her ass and pressing her body against his.
"I want you too," she replied, panting. "I want you inside me again, Ron."
Ron stared at her, barely restraining himself from fucking her had against the mattress and filling her with his cum again. He wanted something different this time.
"Get on your hands and knees, Hermione," he said huskily, his voice dripping with desire.
"W-What?"
"On your hands and knees. Please."
Hermione gaped at him, and Ron thought she wasn't going to do it, but then, slowly, she shifted on the bed, turned Ron and complied with Ron's request.
Ron just watched her, his mouth dry. She looked incredible in that position, her expression a bit sheepish, and he thought he had never seen anything so sexy in his whole life.
"Hermione, you're so sexy, so beautiful …" he moaned, caressing her side and her back softly as he crawled on the bed to position himself behind her, her round, sexy ass in full display. His cock twitched. "You've got an amazing ass," he whispered, cupping it his hands and making her let out a soft moan. "I've always liked it, you know, always trying to get a glimpse at your back during summers, when you used to wear jeans and shorts," he continued, his hands caressing her buttocks and giving her a squeeze. Hermione turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes bright and full of love and lust.
"And is it — is it as good as you i-imagined?" she dared ask, her face betraying how vulnerable she felt in that position.
"Infinitely better," he answered, giving her another squeeze. He looked down at her, using his hands to part her cheeks, revealing her wet pussy. Ron felt the sudden, almost uncontrollable impulse of burying his cock in her to the hilt and fuck her raw until he spent himself in her over and over; doggy style was his favourite position, he was an ass man and Hermione's was beyond wonderful, but he wanted to make sure she cum again, because if there was one thing better than cumming in her, was to make her cum.
And so, he bent forwards and kissed her lower back while his hands caressed her bum. Then he moved down, covering her ass cheeks in kisses, marvelling at her softness and incredible taste of her skin. He could hear her moaning and smiled, pleased at her reaction. He moved his hands to the back on her thighs and made her open her legs wider. Then he put one on the middle of her back and pushed her down a bit, so her ass was higher in the air.
"Ron …" he heard her say, half-turned on and half-embarrassed at being so exposed.
"Shhhh," he shushed her, giving her a playful bite. "Just enjoy this," he told her and, drunk by her intoxicating smell, put his face on her cunt and gave her a long lick.
"Oooh, RON!"
"Mmmmh, you taste so good, Hermione," he moaned, licking her again, clutching her hips to steady her, though it wasn't really necessary because, very soon, she was wantonly pushing her ass backwards to get more friction, which made him lick her harder and faster.
"Put your tongue inside," she demanded, making his cock twitch. Fuck, he loved when she ordered him while he was eating her, so he complied, thrusting it into her and moving it in circles.
"Oooh … oh, oh, yes … yes," she moaned, sending shivers down his body. "Keep going, Ron … Deeper, push your tongue deeper …"
Ron did his best, outstretching his tongue as much as he could, pushing his face into her to reach even deeper, his long nose nuzzling her asshole, which was just a bonus for him (and, by the way she was moaning and moving, also for her).
"Your fingers," she said after a bit. "Use your fingers to rub me, Ron."
"Yes," he said into her now drenched pussy. "Anything for you, Hermione. Fuck, I love eating your pussy!" he groaned.
"And I love you doing it!" she replied, pushing back against his face. "Now, your fingers!" she demanded.
At once, Ron moved his right hand and used her thumb to rub her clit from behind without stopping the movements of his tongue.
"Oh, Merlin, yes, Ron, yes! Just like that, I'm already close!"
Ron kept going at it, trying to ignore his desperate need to fuck her again in this position, to claim her body completely. And he wanted her to cum while he was fucking her. So, when he noticed she was on the verge of orgasm, he just retreated. Hermione turned her head very quickly, an annoyed expression on her face, ready to tell him off for stopping, but before she could say anything, Ron put his cock on her entrance and thrust hard, burying himself into her to the hilt, his balls slapping against her clit.
"OOOH, FUCK, RON!" she screamed, arching her back and making her ass even more delicious. Ron relished the way his hips lower stomach were pressed against her soft bum for a moment, trying not to cum on the spot due to the heat and tightness surrounded his prick, and then began to move in and out of her, hard. He just couldn't he gentle, excited as he was, and she didn't seem to need it, either.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione, you don't know — oh — how fucking good you — ah — feel this way! You're so tight, so hot, so … so fucking sexy!"
"Harder!" she demanded, desperate to reach the orgasm he had denied her moments before. "Harder, Ron! Fuck me harder!"
"Fuck, yes, I'll fuck as hard as I can, love! I'm gonna fuck your pussy so hard you'll feel me inside you for the next week!"
"Oh, fuck, yes, yes, Ron, ah, yesss, yess!"
Ron grabbed her hips to hold her and began fucking her as hard as he could, looking down, watching his cock appear and disappear inside Hermione's tight body and her asscheeks ripple every time his groin slammed against her bum.
"Ooooh, Ron, Ron, almost there … almost there! Don't stop!" she screamed. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, so he gave her a few powerful thrusts and then, overcome by a sudden inspiration, lifter his right hand and gave her a slap on her ass.
"Oh, Merlin, Ron! Fuck, I'm coming, ooooh, I'm coming!" she moaned, her body convulsing around him. He could feel his balls getting drenched with her juices and it turned him even more. He tried to slow down his movements, he wanted this to last, it felt too bloody good to stop, but after seeing — and feeling — her cumming on all fours was almost his undoing. She was just too hot in this position, with her ass high in the air, her sweaty, sexy back arched and her pussy open up for him. For a moment, he imagined taking out his cock and cumming all over her ass, marking her as him, and that drove him over the edge.
"Oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!" he exclaimed loudly, gripping her hips roughly and pushing her against him so he could drive his cock into her to the hilt. "I'm cumming, Hermione, fuck, I'm cumming!" he yelled as he felt his cock spasm and explode inside her welcoming pussy.
"Oh, yes, yes, Ron, come inside me! Fill me!"
Ron gave a few more thrusts, wanting to spill himself in her until the last drop, and then let his body rest on her back and put his hands around her belly, both of them panting heavily.
"Merlin, Ron, that was mind-blowing. Fuck …"
"Bloody hell, I love hearing you swear," he said against her ear, biting her earlobe playfully. "It's so bloody hot." She let out a giggle.
"Well, don't expect me to do when we're not doing this," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Good," he said, kissing her on her shoulder, "if you did it all the time it would lost its appeal."
Kissing her a few more times on her neck and back, he rolled to her side so he wouldn't crush her. Immediately, Hermione turned to look at him and kissed him soundly on the lips before snuggling against him.
"Mmmh, what was that for?" he asked, grinning.
"You made me come, really hard, three times," she said. "Ah, and because I love you."
Ron laughed. "Glad to know that you have your preferences in order, love," he said, caressing her hair. "Tired?"
"Yeah," she answered.
"Let's get under the covers, okay?" he proposed.
Both of them moved out of the bed and Ron parted the covers. Hermione use her wand to clean them both and then bent over to take her pyjama top and panties from the floor.
"What are you doing?" he asked her as he got into the bed, completely naked.
"Putting this on."
"Nooo, don't!" he begged, pouting. "I want you naked beside me. I promise I'll keep you warm," he offered. Hermione turned her head, studying him for a moment.
"All right," she accepted at last. "But if I catch a cold, I'll blame you."
"You won't, it's warm here," he said. Hermione got under the covers and snuggled against him, tangled her legs with his and putting her head on his shoulder, her hair tickling his neck and cheek. Ron put the covers over them and embraced her. He could feel her breasts against his torso and even the dampness between her legs on his thigh, and his cock, though soft, twitched a bit. Fuck, he couldn't get enough of her.
"I love this," she commented, her voice sleepy.
"Me too," he replied, and they fell silent for a bit.
"Ron?"
"What?"
"Thanks again, for today," she said, snuggling further into him. "You're really wonderful."
Ron couldn't help but smile. "Because you deserve it, love. You deserve everything," he said, before falling asleep with the smell of her hair.
Next chapter, around Monday!
I'm not adding new challenges/prompts. In any case, nobody has done any of them, so …
Anyway, I hope all of you are fine in these troubled times.