Here's next chapter. The longest one yet, and this time is almost pure smut with a bit of fluff.
Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Home Alone
Ron awoke due to something tickling him on his face. He shook his head, uncomfortable, and grunted before opening his eyes and finding his face almost covered by a wild mane of brown hair.
"Oh, sorry, Ro-oon," Hermione apologised, yawning, moving a bit away from him. "My hair's even worse in the mornings."
"Don't mind," he said, blinking a few times and looking at her face. "I love your hair. Having it tickling my nose in the mornings is just a little shortcoming," he added, smiling at her.
Hermione giggled a bit, and then gave him a quick kiss in the mouth. Ron wanted to deepen it, but before he could do anything, she had retreated.
"I should brush my teeth before kissing you," she said apologetically.
"I don't mind," he replied, getting closer to her.
She put one finger on his lips, stopping him. "You should brush your teeth, too," she said, smirking.
"Oh, you're no fun," he protested. "I don't want to get up, it's warm here, and —" he added, grabbing one of her breasts "— you're naked."
"I know I am. And so are you," she pointed out.
"Oh, yeah," he smiled, squeezing her breast and making Hermione open her mouth in a silent moan of pleasure. "Naked and hard."
Hermione stared at him, a new fire in her eyes, and then lifted the covers and looked down at his crotch. She licked her lips in a way that made Ron throb. "Mmmh, I see you are," she said huskily, clearly turned on. And the idea that Hermione got horny seeing his cock hard made him hornier. Unable to resist, Ron got closer to her, put his mouth around one her nipples and sucked hard.
"Ro— mmmh, ooh!"
"Liked that, eh?" he smirked against her tit before sucking again and using his hand to knead the other. "Fuck, I love your tits!"
"You love my — ah — breasts, you love my — oh, Ron — bum … Is there some part of my — ooh — you don't love?" she asked between moans.
"None," he answered between licks and sucks. "You're just perfect, and I aching to be inside that amazing pussy of yours."
"Oh, Merlin, Ron, you — aah — are so vulgar …"
"You love it," he replied, moving his mouth to the valley between her tits and squeezing them with his hands, pressing them against his cheeks. The feeling was amazing and he swore again, rejoicing in the fact that he was surrounded by tits.
Hermione put her hands on his hair and began to caress him, pressing him against her body. He put one of his legs between hers, and she began to rub her cunt against his thigh deliciously, driving him mad with desire.
"You're wet already," he commented, kissing and licking all over her tits. He couldn't get enough of them.
"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, Ron, I'm wet, wet for you. I need you inside me. Fuck me, Ron," she begged, opening her legs for him.
"Bloody hell, yes!" he shouted. He threw the covers off them and got on his knees, taking in the sight of her completely nude body, the lustful expression on her face, the heaving movement of her tits and, above all, her hot, wet pussy, open and ready for him. Eager to put his hard cock in her, he got between her parted thighs. He took a moment to caress her thighs, stomach and boobs, and then penetrated her in one stroke that made the both of them moan loudly.
"Oh, Merlin," he hissed, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of her tight walls surrounding him.
"Move," she asked, caressing his chest before putting her hands on his hips. "Move, Ron."
"I wanted to savour it for a moment, Hermione, you feel so — so fucking good."
"So do you," she replied, using her hands to pull him more against her body. "Please, move. I want to feel you sliding in and out of me, stretching my — my … pussy," she added in a very low voice, her face becoming completely red.
"Fuck, Hermione!" he moaned, and felt his cock throbbing. He thought he could cum just by hearing her say that word. He grabbed her hands, put them above her head and began to move in and out of her, picking up speed, the bed creaking with each thrust. Hermione, moaning, tried to free her hands, probably to use them to clutch at him, but Ron didn't let her go, enjoying having her like this, completely dominated by him.
However, as their fucking grew more intense, Ron finally released her put his hands on both sides of her head for better support. Immediately, Hermione surrounded his waist with her legs, allowing him deeper penetration into her warm body, and began to roam his chest with her hands.
"Oh … oh, oh … Ron …"
"Fuck, Hermione, this feels so good, I could do it forever!" he exclaimed, and bent down to kiss her, but she turned her face, wrinkling her nose.
"Sorry," she said, "but really, Ron, you've got a horrible morning breath toda— Ah!" she wailed, when he responded to her words with a powerful thrust.
"But I want to use my mouth, kiss you!" he protested, slowing down a little, which made her frown at him.
"Don't slow down, go harder!" she ordered. "Kiss my breasts. Suck them."
Groaning in approval, Ron did just that. It wasn't easy, as he was considerably taller than her, but he thought that having her tits in his mouth, with Hermione arching her back to offer them to him, was worth a cramped neck.
"Oh, oh, yes, like that, Ron, suck harder!" Hermione moaned, putting one hand on his head and running her fingers through his hair.
"Mmmh, Hermione, love your taste … Fuck, love you …" he muttered, delighted. He had his face buried in her tits and his cock buried in her tight pussy, there couldn't be anything better in the whole world.
Their intense lovemaking continued for a few minutes, when Ron began to notice the signs of Hermione's impending orgasm. She was moaning louder, and her hips were countering his thrusts with equal force. She could feel how wet she was around him, and so he released her tits so he could change his angle and rub against her clit with the base of his cock.
"Ron, no, no … your mouth, don't stop sucking me, please …"
"This'll feel better," he said hoarsely, making sure that he went balls deep with every thrust and that he rubbed against her clit. But as he didn't want to neglect her and could feel he was about to cum, too, He used his hands to grab and squeeze her tits. Hard.
Hermione let out a wail that coursed throughout Ron's body, turning his blood into pure fire. Fuck, she was so hot he was going to explore from pure bliss.
"Oh, fuck, Ron, almost there! Almost — there!"
"Yes, Hermione, fuck, cum for me! Milk my cock with that hungry pussy of yours!"
Whether from his dirty talk or the powerful thrust which with he accompanied his words, Hermione let out a loud cry of pleasure, and Ron felt her legs press hard around him and her cunt spasm around his cock.
"Oh, oh, oh, ooh, RON! YES!"
Ron couldn't wait anymore, he was desperate to cum, and so began to thrust madly into her, as fast and hard as he could, and, just seconds later, he felt his cock swell and explode inside her, filling her completely with his hot cum.
"Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck, Hermione!" he yelled, burying himself as deep as he could while he shot the last spurts. Once finished, he managed to move to her side before falling onto the bed, panting heavily and feeling boneless.
"Fuck, woman, you're gonna be the death of me, the way you make me cum!"
Hermione let out a happy laugh, kissing his shoulder, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"I could say the same, though not with those words," she commented, and sighed happily. Ron laughed again and bent over her to kiss her.
"Ron, seriously, you've got horrible morning breath today! Let's go and brush our teeth, okay?" she suggested, getting off the bed. "And I need a shower." Ron just sighed and watched her put one of his shirts on her and nothing else. Bloody hell, she looked sexy on his clothes …
"Are you coming?" she asked, staring at him.
"I already did, but I can always repeat," he joked, smirking at her.
Hermione shook her head and moved towards the door.
"Wait!" he shouted, staring at her disbelievingly. "You're not going to the bathroom in just my shirt, aren't you? I mean, surely your parents know we sleep together, but walking through the house practically starkers —"
"Ron, it's half past nine in the morning, my parents have already left for work. We're alone."
We're alone.
I need a shower.
He could take a shower with Hermione! At once, dozens of his wanking fantasies involving a wet, naked Hermione in the shower crossed his mind, making him horny and hard.
He shook his head and realised that he was alone in the room. Jumping out of the bed, he put on his pants, trying to dissimulate his erection, and the followed her to the bathroom.
When he walked in, Hermione was already putting toothpaste on her toothbrush. Instead of approaching her, he just stared at her almost naked body, at her long legs, the way the shirt rounded on her bum …
"What?" she asked, her toothbrush a few inches away from her mouth.
"You look sexy," he blurted out, his eyes roaming her body. "I can't wait to have you all wet in the shower," he added huskily. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"You want us to have a shower together?"
Ron stared at her as if she were insane. "Of course I do! Don't you?"
Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Mmmh, I don't know." She looked at his tented pants. "Something tells me you don't just want to wash."
"Oh, I want that, too," he nodded eagerly, and approached her. "But fuck, Hermione, the idea of you in the shower … Do you know how many times I've wanked to that image?"
Hermione stared at him and began to brush her teeth, not saying anything. But Ron could see the desire in her eyes. Fuck, she was almost as horny as him, and that was simply awesome!
Ron tore his gaze away from her and began to brush his teeth, too. Hermione finished first, and, while Ron rinsed his mouth, she moved to the shower and opened the water. Ron turned round to watch her, his eyes roaming down her back and stopping on her ass, enjoying the way the shirt clung to it. Then, without looking at him, Hermione took off her shirt and threw it on top of the toilet. Ron hissed at the sudden sight of her naked buttocks.
Hermione turned her head to look at him and smiled suggestively. "What? Are you coming or are you going to stand there, staring?" she challenged him as she stepped into the stall. "I thought you had fantasies with me naked and wet in the shower?"
"Of course I'm going," he said, following her. "It's just you look so bloody good naked, you shouldn't be allowed to wear clothes."
"Yes, because you would like other boys to see me naked, wouldn't you?" she said sarcastically, getting under the water to soak her bushy hair.
"No, I wouldn't," he replied quickly, his eyes fixed on the way the water ran down her body. "You're mine."
"Mmmh," she hummed noncommittally. "I don't fancy being treated as a possession, Ron."
"But you are mine," he insisted, grabbing her tits and giving them a soft squeeze. "You are mine, like I am yours. These tits —" he gave them another squeeze "— are mine. Your ass —" he moved one hand to it "— is mine. Your pussy," he added, lowering his voice at the same time he moved his other hand to cup her, "is mine, too."
"I get it," she said, her eyes full of lust. "So this —" she grabbed his cock "— is mine, then?"
"Yes," he said in hoarse voice as she stroked him slowly. "Yours. Completely yours. My cock is yours to use as you please," he declared. Hermione bit her bottom lip, desire etched upon her face.
"Tell me about one of those fantasies of you and me in the shower," she asked.
"What?" he exclaimed, shocked. "You don't want to know, Hermione."
"I do," she insisted. "Please, Ron. Tell me, what do you think about when you wank? What makes you come?"
"Fuck, Hermione," he swore, turned on by her words. Fuck, she looked so wanton, so —
Suddenly, he remembered that they had brushed their teeth for a reason, and cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, hard, the hot water fall upon them. The feeling was awesome.
They snogged for a while until the need for air made them stop. Hermione put his hands on his chest and looked up at him.
"Ron, I want you to tell me."
"OK," he said. "What kind of fantasy do you want me to share? A quick one or a slow one?"
"What's the difference?"
"Well, in a quick one, I usually enter the bathroom without realising you're inside. Then I see you in the stall, all wet. You realise I am there with you and at first you look shocked, but then you smile seductively at me, motion for me to go in, and a moment later I'm fucking you against the wall and we're both cumming."
Hermione stared at him, open-mouthed. "Well, certainly that is quick."
"It's what I think about when I'm — well, in hurry, you could say," he explained, feeling his ears redden.
"But it's satisfactory to you?"
"Yeah."
"I think I prefer a slow one," she said. "More build-up, I expect."
"Yes," he nodded.
"Tell me one of those."
Ron thought for a moment, and then began to speak.
"Well, this one starts more or less the same way. We're at The Burrow, in summer. It's hot in my room, and I'm sweating, and I think a shower would feel good, so I get up and —"
"Is Harry there in your room?"
"What?" he asked. "No! I don't include Harry in my sexual fantasies, you know."
"OK, OK, sorry," she said, looking at him eagerly.
"Well, I go down the stairs, and I open the bathroom, not realising you're already inside, probably having had the same idea than me —"
"You don't realise I'm inside? Don't hear the water, or see the light turned on?" she interrupted again. "Besides, I wouldn't ever leave the door unlocked, there're too many people in your house."
Ron glared at her, exasperated. "Hermione, it's a sexual fantasy, not an essay!"
"Oh, yes. Sorry," she said, looking contrite. "Please, continue."
"Will you let me finish this time?"
"Yes, yes, sorry."
"Well, I step inside and then I realise you're there, behind the curtain, and, apparently, you haven't noticed me entering and I froze on the spot. I can barely see you, but when I look down I see your panties on the floor. A pair of extremely tiny, extremely sexy lace black panties."
Hermione bit her lip again, turned on by his story, and Ron smiled inwardly.
"I remain there for a minute, unable to move, and then, suddenly, part the curtain a bit, so you can look, and see me, and you frown at me, clearly furious."
"I imagine," she commented, smiling.
"I say I'm sorry, and that I didn't see anything, but my eyes drift to the floor and you realise I've seen your panties. You groan, mortified, and tell me that I'm a pervert and to get out. And I protest and say that I didn't know you were there. I'm about to turn round but then I can't help but tell you that — that —"
"That what?" she asked, eager.
"That I like your panties and that I never imagined you in something like that — which, by the way, is obviously a lie, but for the sake of the fantasy —"
"I get it," Hermione interrupted him. "Continue."
"And then you seem shocked, and thoughtful for a moment, and when I'm about to get out you say 'You like them?' and I tell you that yeah, that they're very sexy. Then you ask me if I really imagined you in your underwear, and I tell you that yes, but never in something like that. You seem a bit shocked, and I, not wanting to make you angrier, tell you that I'm very sorry, that I'll do anything to make up to you."
"And what do I say?" asked Hermione, very interested.
"You say 'like what?' and I suddenly realise you haven't washed your hair, and, knowing how much you like someone playing with it —"
"How did you know that?" she asked suddenly.
Ron let out a sigh of frustration. "I didn't know, okay? Hermione, it's a fantasy, it is not real, and if you don't stop interrupting me your parents will be back before I finish."
"Yes, sorry, it's just that — well, you know me, I've got to ask questions."
"Yeah, I know, but refrain for a bit, okay?"
"Okay."
"Well, as I was saying, I realise you haven't washed your hair, so I just offer to wash it for you for as long as you like. You just stare at me for a while, thinking about it, and then you say that it's okay, but I've got to be naked and I can't look at you below your neck."
Hermione raised her eyebrows, the shadow of a smile in her lips. "Interesting," she said simply.
"So I just take off my clothes, and then step into the shower, my head high, so even if I lower my gaze I can't see anything, even though I'm dying to see you and I know you can see me. You are looking down, and I know you're watching my cock, which by the way, is completely hard, and that makes me even harder. You smile wickedly and then look at me in the eye, warning me again about not looking down, and then you take my hands and pour your shampoo on them, and I put them in your hair and began touching and washing it slowly."
"Show me," she asked.
"What?"
Hermione took her shampoo bottle and put some in his hands. "Show me, Ron. Wash my hair and keep talking."
Ron put his hands on her hair and began soaping it, marvelling at how soft and thick it was. Hermione closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.
"It feels good," she said, and then opened her eyes and asked, "does it feel like in your fantasy?"
"Better."
"Continue, Ron. I want to know how it ends."
"Okay," he nodded, watching his fingers move through her wet curls. "I keep doing this for a while, and you have your eyes closed, and are moaning, saying how good my hands feel and all that stuff. Every now and then you open your eyes to check that I'm not looking at your body, which is killing me. And then, after a while, you open your eyes again, and, staring into my eyes, you grab my cock."
"Do I?" she asked coyly. "Like this?" she inquired, doing the same and making him moan.
"Fuck, yes, just like that."
"I want to look down, to see your body and watch your hands around my cock, but before I make a move you give me a hard stroke and — fuck, Hermione!" he groaned, as she had done just that, a mischievous smile on her face. "Yes, exactly like that, and tell me that I can't look down and to keep washing your hair and to rinse it. So I try to do that, and you just begin wanking me harder."
"Harder," she said huskily, doing the same as her fantasy self and making him moan louder.
"And then I move your head under the water again to rinse your hair and get rid of the soap, and you tell remind me again that I can't look at your body, and then — Merlin, Hermione, you're so good at this!" he moaned, her hands on his cock sending
"Keep talking, Ron. What did I do?"
"You — you just got onto your knees, still stroking my cock, and I can't help lowering my eyes, just enough to see your head. You smile at me saucily and order me to keep rinsing your hair —"
Hermione couldn't help but laugh a bit. "You love when I boss you around, don't you?" she asked, and knelt before him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, though he already knew.
"Making your fantasy come true," she stated, looking up at him while she stroked him leisurely. "Rinse my hair and keep talking, Ron."
"Eh —" he stammered, completely turned on, "well, I do as you say, and keep stroking your hair under the water, and then you take my cock into your mouth."
"Yes?" she asked. "Like this?" and she swallowed him and sucked hard on him, making him weak in the knees.
"Fuck, yes!"
Ron tried to keep rinsing her hair while she sucked him off, though he was having difficulties trying to concentrate on it, especially when Hermione began to caress his balls and started using her tongue. However, after just a minute or so, she released him, giving him a long lick, and, still caressing his bollocks, she looked up at him.
"Finish the story," she told him, her voice demanding and seductive.
"Well, you give me a few sucks while I try to rinse your hair — just like what we were doing, only you suck my cock way better than your fantasy self —"
"Don't get side-tracked," she admonished him, taking out her tongue and licking the tip of his dick, making him hiss.
"Sor-ry," he said, closing his eyes to focus, because his girlfriend was driving him completely mad. He took a deep breath. "Well, after that you stop and tell me that just washing your hair is not enough for my transgression —" Upon hearing that word, Hermione laughed.
"What?" he asked, befuddled.
"Sorry, it sounds so strange to hear you use a word like that."
"Well, it was you who used it."
"It is you who imagined me saying it, so …"
"As I was saying," he continued, disregarding the subject. He was too turned on and in desperate need of cumming, "you say that, that washing your hair is not enough, and that, to completely compensate you, I — I should give you … something … to swallow," he finished.
"How naughty or me," she said, grinning teasingly.
"And so you just took my entire cock in your mouth and sucked me off 'till I came."
"And I swallowed your semen?" she asked, licking her lips wantonly.
"Fuck, yeah."
"Mmmh," she moaned. "Do you want to give me something to swallow, Ron?"
"Oh, yes, Hermione, please … you're killing me here."
"Good, because I'm rather hungry," she said, and then took his cock into her hot mouth and sucked as hard as she could, making Ron's body tremble and causing him to put his hands on the walls to support himself.
"Oh, fuck, yes, like that, Hermione! Oh, yes, suck my cock like that, make me cum …" he moaned and begged, overwhelmed by the sinful pleasure that was her mouth around him and her hands kneading his bollocks with determination, as if she was coaxing them into release all the spunk they had accumulated during the night and had not been dispensed during their earlier fuck in her bed.
"Mmmmh," Hermione moaned around him, making him see stars. Ron managed to put one hand on her hair to caress her soaked curls and encourage her to suck him harder.
Ron looked down, enthralled by the way she was taking him in, by the expression on her face, which told him how much she loved doing this to him, how much it turned her on, and his hips moved a bit forwards, countering the bobbing movements of her head.
"Deeper, Hermione," he whispered hoarsely. "Take my cock deeper, make me cum down your throat."
Hermione hummed again, sending shivers down his spine, and she managed to take another inch on him in her hot, wet mouth, and Ron rolled his eyes in bliss.
"Fuck, yeah, like that!" he moaned, in the verge of orgasm. "Do it a bit faster, love, suck my cock faster and I'll give you something to swallow, my greedy witch."
He didn't know where that had come from, but Hermione seemed to like it, because she began to suck harder and take him even a bit deeper, now humming all the time and moving her tongue at a very quick pace around his head. Ron moaned loudly, knowing that the wasn't going to resist for long this heavenly treatment.
"Oh, oh … oh, fuckfuck, Hermione, yesyes! YES! Cumming!" he shouted in ecstasy, thrusting into her mouth and feeling his cock shoot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth while she swallowed powerfully, increasing the already amazing pleasure that coursed throughout his body.
"Oh, bloody fuck … Merlin …" he moaned, his voice low and hoarse. And when she gave him a last suck before releasing his spent cock, he couldn't help it and slid down the wall until he was sitting, sprawled, in front of a smiling Hermione, enjoying the way the water falling on him.
"Good, I take," she commented, licking her lips as if she had just eaten the tastiest dessert ever, making him body tingle. It was incredible that, even after such a powerful orgasm, she could turn him on. Fuck, he loved her!
"Unbelievable," he said dreamily. "What about you?"
"I loved it," she said. "And now that you're satisfied," she added, straddling his knees, "I could use your help. I'm rather … wet."
"Mmmh, I love a wet Hermione," he said, his eyes drifting from her eyes to her jiggling tits.
"You love Hermione," she clarified, taking his hands in hers.
"I do," he nodded. "Fuck, I fucking love Hermione. And I love fucking Hermione."
"Yes," she said, her eyes full of desire. "And now you've got work to do," she added, guiding one his hands to her tits and the other to her sex. She moaned when he began to move his fingers, noticing that she was so wet and slippery.
"Come 'ere," he said, and she got closer to him until he forced her to rest her bum on his thighs. "Fuck, you're dripping."
"Use your fingers, Ron," she demanded, biting her lower lip to refrain from moaning. "And squeeze me," she added, putting her hand over his on her breast.
Ron did as told, relishing the feel of the supple flesh of her tit in his hand and the why her muscles opened to allow his finger entrance. Hermione moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head backwards, letting the water fall on her face. Ron stared at her, enthralled by the sight. She looked so wild, so wanton, so different from what everyone could see. His cock twitched, already half-hard.
Wanting to see her moaning, he began to finger-fuck her while his thumb rubbed her clit. She moaned again, louder, and began to mover her hips against his hand, desperate for release.
"Yes, love, ride my hand. Fuck yourself with my fingers, let me feel that tight cunt of yours," he whispered.
"Oh … oh, Ron … Merlin, more … Add another finger, please," she begged, and he did at once, rejoicing how snug her hole was. Hermione put her hands on his shoulders for support, and began to grind her hips frantically, eager to achieve release. Ron just stared at her, silently encouraging her to cum, because though the sight was beyond amazing, his hand felt a bit cramped in this position, and he didn't know for how long he could move his thumb on her clit.
Whimpering, Hermione arched her back and pushed her chest forwards, making her tits look even firmer and more enticing. He groaned.
"Ron — oh — suck them … ooohh, suck them, please," she whispered between moans, and used one of her hands to pull his head against her bouncing boobs. Ron opened his mouth immediately and took her left nipple in his mouth while he squeezed her other tit with his hand. Merlin, he loved her tits, they were fucking perfect.
"You taste amazing," he said, sucking harder and redoubled his efforts on her dripping pussy. "Cum for me, Hermione. I wanna see you out of control. Cum for me."
"Oh, oh, oooh, Ron! Ronronron! Oh, Merlin, ROOON!" she cried, her body convulsing, and then fell against him, panting heavily. Ron extracted his sore hand from under her and embraced her body, pressing her against his, giving her a few kisses on her shoulder.
"Thank you," she muttered after a bit, while they both lay on the floor, under the cascading water.
"My pleasure," he replied, smiling. "You know I love watching you cum."
"I know." She sat up again to look at him, and then kissed him softly on the lips. "You're hard again," she noticed, looking down between their bodies.
"It happens when my sexy girlfriend comes undone all over my hand," he said smugly.
She blushed a bit. "I love the way you make me feel, Ron."
He smiled proudly. Only Hermione could make him feel that way, that he really was worth something —
His train of thoughts were interrupted when he felt her grab his cock again.
"Hermione …"
"Let me take care of you again, Ron," she whispered, her beautiful, expressive brown eyes fixed on his. Fuck, she really wanted to do this, to make him climax once more.
"Yes," he muttered, "yeah, Hermione. Do it."
Hermione moved so she was sitting beside him, a position much more comfortable for her, and began to move her soft hand up and down his cock while she sucked on his earlobe.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"Don't hold back, Ron," she whispered between kisses. "Come for me. Come all over my hand."
"Faster," he said. "Grip it harder and move your hand faster."
Hermione complied, and, as he got closer to his release, she began to snog him, muffling his moans and driving him mad.
"Oh, fuck, Hermi—ooh—ne," he moaned, panting when their mouths parted. "Fuck, I'm so close … so close …" He closed his eyes to savour the delicious sensation.
"Com for me, Ron," Hermione said seductively. "Cover my hand with your seed, let me see it."
"Fuuuuck!" he swore, feeling his cock throb and then spurt all over his hand, his body filled with pure bliss. "Oooh, Hermione!"
He opened his eyes and saw her smiling at him happily. Then she looked down, at her cum-covered hand that was still clutching his softening cock.
"There's so much," she said in awe. And then, to his shock, she lifted her hand and licked it, her eyes fixed on his.
"Fuck!" he said, dumbfounded. It was one thing to see her swallowing his spunk, but to lick it from her hand when it was also soaked with water …
"You know I like your taste," she said, washing her hands with the falling water.
"I know, but — you'd better stop that if you want to leave this shower today."
"Yes, we should wash ourselves and get out," she said. "We've been here for a while and this isn't a magical shower, it hasn't got an unlimited supply of hot water. Besides, I'm hungry."
"Me too," he said, and both of them got to their feet.
As they washed, Hermione looked at him with a smile. "You know, I was surprised at your little fantasy," she commented. "I mean, I didn't imagine that, as a teenager boy, you would think of such a complex scenario that didn't even allow you to see my body and that delayed your climax for so long."
"Well, as I told you, usually it's a very fast thing, but sometimes, well …" he looked away from her, "I wanted to indulge myself, if you know what I mean. Making myself wait that way made it better when I finally got to finish."
"Yes, I get it."
They finished showering and exited the stall. As they were drying themselves, Hermione looked at him and asked, "and — do you fantasise a lot, then?"
"What?"
"I mean, how frequently do you — masturbate?"
"Me? Everyday, of course. Twice a day, most days. Sometimes even more, it depends."
"On what?"
"On how sexy you decide to be."
"Oh," she just said, and Ron saw her smiling.
Ron watched them in the mirror while they dried themselves. They were alone in that house, and, in that moment, Ron could see he and Hermione in the future, in their own house. They would always share the shower before going downstairs to have breakfast —
This is what I want, he thought. If we survive this bloody war, I want this with Hermione.
"Done," he said, looking at her. "What if while you finish drying your hair I get dressed and prepare breakfast for the two of us?"
Hermione stopped and stared at him. "Ron, you have never used a Muggle kitchen before."
"But I can use my wand, can't I?" he said. "Trust me, Hermione, I promise I won't burn your parents' house. I — I just want to do something nice for you," he explained, feeling his ears grow hot.
Hermione couldn't help but smile. "All right," she relented.
Grinning at her, he walked out, went to her — their! — room, got dressed and was sprinting downstairs before she came out of the bathroom, whose door was closed. For a moment, he thought that it was a bit odd. Maybe she was using the toilet, or just was giving him time to start.
Gulping, he began to open cupboards and the fridge, pondering what to do, and then took his wand and began to work. He was not a cook, that was for sure, but, after having seen his mum do it for years and helping her a few times, he knew he could manage to make toast with marmalade — a favourite of Hermione's — and cook eggs and bacon. Fortunately, he didn't need to make coffee because the Grangers had a machine that did it.
He was almost finished and rather pleased when he heard steps in the living room, and a moment later Hermione entered the kitchen. He turned round to say 'hi' to her but was unable to, and just gaped at her, his eyes as big as saucers.
"Bloody hell, Hermione!" he swore, his eyes roaming over her body. She was wearing a black, flouncy skirt that reached just mid-thigh, the shortest skirt he had ever seen her wearing; and a white tank top that showed her beautiful cleavage. And to top it all, she wasn't wearing a bra! He could see her round tits against the fabric of the top and had to refrain the impulse to pounce on her and suck on her nipples, visible against the soft fabric.
"What?" she asked. She looked both pleased and embarrassed at his reaction. Certainly, these clothes had nothing to do with the witch robes she usually wore.
"You look amazing," he said, approaching her slowly, still staring at her in awe.
"You think so?" she asked, unsure. "You don't think it's … too much?"
"Too much?" he asked. "Fuck, no!" he said, and, clutching her waist, pulled her to him and kissed her hard. A moment later she responded with equal passion. Ron slid his hands up her sides, caressing her, and then, unable to resist, moved them to her tits and squeezed them through her top, making her moan into his mouth. "Merlin, Hermione," he said, breaking the kiss and staring into her eyes. "I can't believe you aren't wearing a bra," he said, and squeezed her again, enjoying the fullness of her breasts in his hands.
"I thought that you might like it."
"I love it," he said, taking a few steps backwards so he could see her entire body. "And that skirt … I've never seen you wear such a short one before, not even in summer."
Hermione blushed and mumbled something.
"What was that?"
"I shortened it a bit," she admitted, and Ron gaped at her. Fuck, he loved her. How could she be so alluring? How could she be so wanton as to tell him she wanted him to give her his cum to swallow, and then blush for having shortened a skirt a few inches?
"I thought you were hungry," he said, gulping. "But now I think you want me to fuck you here on the kitchen table."
"Ron!" she exclaimed, scandalised and sounding more like the Hermione he knew. "That's a bit disgusting. We eat on that table."
"I think it would be hot," he replied, eyeing her lustfully. "Imagine having dinner tonight and knowing that I made you cum all over it …"
"You're so — dirty," she said, shaking her head, though he knew she wasn't really disgusted. In fact, he suspected that she was a bit turned on by the idea. Bloody hell, he was hard again! "Anyway, I'm famished, what have you made?" she asked, changing the subject and looking around.
"Toast with marmalade, eggs and bacon," he said, using his wand to put everything on the table.
"You're wonderful!" she exclaimed, sitting on a chair and giving him a broad smile that made his heart flutter. "Thank you, love."
"You're welcome," he said, sitting in front of her. "So, what are our plans for the day?" he asked as they ate. "Are your parents coming for lunch?"
"No, they usually have lunch near their office," answered Hermione. "What do you want to do?"
"What about spending all day in your bed, shagging?" he suggested, giving her a lustful stare.
"Tempting, but no," she replied. "I want to go out, maybe for a walk; there are places I want you to see. And besides, we've got homework."
Ron groaned. "Oh, Hermione, you had to ruin it? We've got a wonderful weekend, we're on holiday, are alone in this house, you're dressed so sexy, and want to do homework?"
"Ron, you came thrice this morning, you never get enough?"
"Of you? No," he responded without thinking, and Hermione blushed a bit. "Besides, I've come more than twice with you, like that day after prefect patrol," he said. "And you want that too. I mean, you're dressed like that —"
"Just because I want to look sexy for you doesn't mean I want to spend the day having sex," she interrupted him, frowning. "And I'm not wearing a bra not just for your viewing pleasure, but because they're not the most comfortable item of clothing to wear, and as I'm rather young and fortunately don't need to wear one all the time, and — well, you've already seen everything, I just didn't bother," she blurted out, speaking very quickly.
Ron just stared at her, speechless after her rant, his fork suspended just outside his mouth.
"OK, OK," he said, raising his hands in a placating manner. "Sorry," he said, not really knowing what her problem was.
Hermione stared at him and then sighed, deflated. "No, I'm sorry," she said. "This trying-to-be-sexy thing is new to me. I hadn't bothered before and I feel a bit insecure."
"Hermione, you look amazing, really. You don't even need to bother, you are always sexy. Look, I love that you're doing this," he said, signalling her clothes, "but, really, you don't need to. I'd find you sexy and want you even if you were wearing Snape's robes."
"Really?" she asked, the hint of a smile curving the corners of her mouth.
"Really."
"Okay," she said, happily taking a bite of her toast.
They finished their breakfast and then Hermione offered to clean the kitchen, but Ron refused.
"I said I'd take care of breakfast today, and I meant it," he said adamantly. "You just go to the living room and relax, I'll be with you in a minute."
"All right," she accepted, nodding. "I'll get our things then, so we could do homework for a while."
Ron groaned. "Hermione …"
"Ron," she said sternly, "the exams are almost here." Ron sighed, and Hermione, after looking at him for a moment, sighed. "Let's make a deal," she told him. "We work until lunchtime and then we can go have lunch outside and spend the afternoon just having fun."
"What kind of fun?" he asked mischievously, liking that plan much more.
"That'll depend on how hard you work," she said, giving him a chaste kiss, and then walked out the kitchen swaying her hips much more than which was necessary. Ron swallowed, resisting the urge to grab her and have his way with her right there on the floor.
Ron used his wand to clean the kitchen, making sure that everything was left spotless, and then joined Hermione in the living room. She had brought down their books, ink and lots of parchment, and was reclined on the couch, reading. Ron couldn't help but look at her partially exposed thighs.
"Done?" she asked, looking at him over her book.
"Yeah."
"Well, I suggest you start with your potions assignment. If you finish it, I can take a look at it for you afterwards, okay?"
Ron nodded. "Thanks."
They spent the next two hours working. Ron tried to focus as much as he could, though he couldn't help but glance at Hermione every now and then. However, despite how tempting she looked he managed to finish his essay while she read and drew unintelligible tables of numbers for Arithmancy.
"Done," he said, smiling proudly, leaning back against the sofa. She raised her gaze to look at him.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Well, let me finish this table and I'll take a look at it. Meanwhile, you could read about the Conjuring spells for Transfiguration. We could practise tomorrow for those."
"Hermione …"
Hermione threw him a stern look. "It's not lunchtime," she said.
Ron sighed, but, not wanting to have her cross at him, he picked up the book and opened it. However, instead of reading it, he kept glancing at Hermione, at the way she bit her lip while she worked on the table and the jiggling of her tits as she wrote, and began to daydream about walking to her, spreading her legs, ripping off her knickers and fucking her right on the couch.
"Ron, what are you doing?" he heard Hermione ask ten minutes later. He shook his head, getting out of his daydream, and looked at her.
"What?"
"What are you doing?" she repeated, staring at him with an undecipherable expression.
"Er — reading about Conjuring spells?" he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I wasn't aware that Transfiguration was such a turn on for you," she commented, pointing at his tented jeans.
"Er …" he muttered, not knowing what to say. "Well, it's your fault," he defended himself, though a second later he realised this might be not the right thing to say.
"My fault."
"Yeah," he said, grinning sheepishly at her. "I tried to concentrate, but well … you look too good and I couldn't help it."
Hermione entwined her arms under her chest, making her tits even more noticeable, and then leaned against the back, crossing her legs, which made her skirt ride up another couple of inches, revealing even more skin.
"You said during breakfast you would find me sexy even if I wore Snape's robes, so I don't see how it is my fault."
"Well, yeah, but the way you look makes it harder," he replied quickly.
"Yes, I can see that," she said, glancing at his cock. Ron stared at her open-mouthed. Was that a dirty joke? From Hermione?
"Want to … do something about it?" he asked, half-fearful, half-hopeful.
"No," she answered quite firmly. "I'm going to revise you essay," she added, taking it from the table. Ron tried not to look too dejected. It wasn't as if he was really expecting her to relieve him again. "Come and sit beside me," she told him, her eyes fixed on the piece of parchment.
Ron blinked at her a few times, perplexed at her rather odd behaviour, and then got up from the sofa he was sitting on and dropped next to her. She watched him as she read his essay, trying not to think of anything sexual and knowing he was going to fail, because, although he used to complain about her 'homework obsession', the truth was that he secretly found it a turn on. Anything in which she put all her passion was a turn on for him.
"So far it looks good," she said with an approving nod after a minute of utter silence, "though your orthography could do with some improvement, you know? You should read more."
"Yeah, I suppose," he said, shrugging, not caring about that. "But really, is it good?" he asked, glad that she approved of his work.
"Yes," she nodded. She looked at him for a moment, as if weighing something. Then, she moved a bit so her back was against the armrest and she was now facing him, her right leg bent, lying on the cushion between them. Her thighs were now slightly parted and he couldn't help but look at them. Her skirt had moved up a couple of inches more. Ron swallowed, feeling his mouth dry.
"What?" she asked, raising her eyes over the parchment to look at him.
"Mmmh, I think I'm going to get a glass of water," he said. "My mouth's a bit dry."
"There might be another option," she said, hiding her face behind the parchment once more.
"Yeah, I could use my wand, but I don't like the taste of the water that comes out of the Aguamenti spell."
"I mean that I'm wet, Ron," she said in a completely neutral tone. Ron's eyes became the size of saucers and he gaped at her, though she couldn't see him.
"You — what?"
"I'm wet," she repeated, in the same tone she would use to tell him it was raining. "And as I'm doing you a favour by revising your homework, I think you might return it by licking me clean."
Ron looked down at her legs again and saw she had spread her thighs a bit more. He just stared at her skin, transfixed. His brain seemed to have shut down.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, lowering the parchment so he could see her face. Fucking hell, she was staring at him as if she was nagging him to do his homework! "Get to it right now," she ordered, and hid behind the parchment once more.
Finally regaining his ability to move, though still dumbfounded, he knelt on the floor and putting his hands on her thighs, spread them wider. She scooted down a bit, so her ass was just in the border of the cushion, her face still hidden.
Gulping down loudly, Ron began to caress her thighs, inching his fingers under her skirt. Then he put a kiss on each knee and began to mark her with little kisses, enjoying the taster of her skin. Meanwhile, his hands moved further under her skirt, revealing more of her, until he had then on her hips. And then he realised he wasn't touching the waistband of her panties. He stopped kissing her thigh and looked forward.
And found himself staring at her soft, wet pussy.
"Fuck, you — you aren't wearing panties!" he exclaimed, feeling his cock press harder against his trousers.
"I thought it would work in our mutual benefit," she said in a completely calm voice, her face still hidden.
"Bloody fuck, Hermione …"
"Ron, get to it before I finish revising this," she ordered, her bossy tone now betraying a trace of impatience. "Lick me now!" she demanded, spreading her legs even more.
"Fuck, yes," he said, and unable to tease her anymore with slow kissed, clutched her hips and dived into her glistening folds, giving her a long lick and savouring the taste of her juices. "You taste so good," he mumbled, licking her all over, going faster and faster, making sure to rub her clit in each pass.
"Yes, like that," he heard her say, clearly trying not to moan. "Drink it all, quench your thirst."
Ron kept licking her and moved his hands under her so he could caress her firm bum. Hermione tried to keep silent, but Ron could hear soft whimpers and noticed how she was starting to grind into his face. He smirked against her pussy and kept licking her, but now stopping at her clit every time to give it a long, hard suck.
He continued like that for a while, increasing her arousal, noticing the signs that she was approaching her orgasm. However, he knew this would not drive her over the edge.
"I think I cleaned your perfect pussy of juice, Hermione," he said in a very serious tone, but grinning inwardly.
"No, you didn't," he heard her say, her voice trembling despite wanting to sound neutral. "There's a lot more inside. I think you can take it out with your tongue, don't you?"
"I can try," he said, wanting to drive her mad. "But I'm not sure how …"
Hermione then moved the parchment, revealing her flushed face to Ron, trying to keep a serious expression. She took her wand and, pointing it at the parchment, made I float before her. Then she put her wand back on the table and, shocking Ron, she moved her hands to her pussy and used them to open it to him, revealing her entrance and her swollen clit.
Bloody fucking hell!
"Right there," she said in a hoarse voice. "Drive you tongue as deep as you can and drink it all."
Ron could feel his cock about to explode. If he hadn't cum thrice that morning he knew he would have burst into his pants just by seeing what Hermione was doing.
"Well?" she asked, impatient. "I'm almost done reading your essay, and I want to finish before that."
Excited beyond reason, Ron began to fuck her with his tongue, reaching as deep as he could. After a while, he would retreat a bit and lick her fingers, which were still keeping her open for him.
Glancing up at her, he was that she was still trying to read — or pretending to — but her mouth was now open, and she was moaning, though clearly trying not to.
Wanting to make her lose control, Ron sped up his tongue-fucking, moving his tongue around inside her and moving one of his hands so he could rub her clit with his thumb, heightening her pleasure.
"Mmmmh, yes …" she couldn't help but say. "Just like that, Ron. Eat me. Fuck me with your tongue, put it deeper."
"Fuck, I love when you talk dirty," he muttered against her curls, and redoubled his efforts, wanting to see her cum hard. After a bit, Hermione stopped pretending and closed her eyes, arching her back and moving her hips harder and faster, fucking herself against his face. Ron, knowing that by keeping her lips spread for him wasn't doing something she needed, moved the hand on her bum to her right tit and pinched her puckered nipple through her top, making her squeal. Her thrashing became more frantic, and a moment later Ron found him mouth filled with even more juices.
"OH, OH, RON! ROOON! OH, GOD!" she screamed, cumming hard.
Ron continued to move his tongue and his thumb until she was too sensitive to resist it anymore and used her hands to push him away.
"Oh, Merlin …!" she sighed, panting, her eyes still closed.
"Fuck, Hermione," Ron said, watching her, his cock killing him.
After taking a few more breaths, Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him with lust. She got up quickly and, with a last glance at him, she turned round and knelt on the sofa, bending over its back, her ass raised in the air enticingly.
"Come on, Ron. Do it," she said.
Quickly, Ron got up and unbuckled his trousers, desperate. Not bothering to take them off, he just lowered them and his pants and knelt behind her. Sensing him, Hermione used her hands to raise her skirt, revealing her naked, firm ass to him.
"Fuck," he hissed, rubbing his aching cock against her. Pushing his hips forward, he encased it between her cheeks, and Hermione moved her ass wantonly up and down, exciting him further.
"Mmmmh, you're so hard, Ron," she whispered huskily. "Fuck me with your cock and come inside me. Fill me."
"Fucking fuck!" he yelled, and, unable to resist, took his cock in his hands and thrust into her pussy from behind. Hard. "Fuck, yes! So tight … so wet … so good!" he exclaimed, beginning to fuck her as hard as he could.
"Oh, oh, yes, yes, Ron … Like that, just like that, you feel so good, so big inside me!"
"Fuck, Hermione, I'm going to cum already, I just — I can't —" he panted, overwhelmed by his arousal and how amazing she felt around him, how good it felt to slam onto her round, firm ass.
"Do it," she ordered. She turned her head to look at him, her face flushed, her eyes full of lust, her lips parted. "Cum inside me, Ron. Now."
Crazy with desire, Ron began to thrust as hard as he could, slamming her against the back of the sofa, until, with a loud groan, his cock swelled and began to spurt in her pussy.
"FUUUUUCK! OH, FUCK, HERMIONE! Fuck, I'm cumming!"
"Yes, Ron, yes, cum!"
"Fucking fuck!" he swore, thrusting a few more times so he spent himself completely inside her tight hole.
"Merlin," he said moments later, as he lay on the couch, his trousers and pants still lowered, his cock still half-hard despite having come so strongly. He looked at Hermione, who had turned round once more, and was also resting against the back of the couch, panting, a look of pure contentment on her face. "That was fucking amazing."
"Mmmh," she just hummed. "Not bad," she said.
"'Not bad'?" he asked in disbelief.
"Well …" she said, turning to face him and glancing at his cock for a moment. "I didn't come with you inside me."
"Sorry," he said, still a bit breathless. "I was just too aroused."
"But I want to," she said, moving closer to him. "I want to come again, with you inside me," she added, and put her hand around his cock, wet with their combined juices.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"Don't you want to?" she asked seductively. "I think you're — up to the task," she said mischievously, noticing how his cock had hardened again in her hand.
"Ride me," he ordered her. "Ride my cock until you soak it and my balls with your cum."
"Oh, yes," she whispered, and straddled him.
Ron put his hands on her hips and slid them up, lifting her skirt in the process until her pussy was visible again.
"I love your pussy," he blurted out, looking up into her eyes, which darkened with lust.
"Prove it," she said. "Prove it, Ron. Fuck it. Fuck my — my pussy."
"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed. It was just the second time she had used the word, and it was the sexiest thing ever. Wanting to feel her around him once more, she lowered her on his cock, the two of them moaning at the feeling of him entering and stretching her.
"Ron, I don't know how you do it, getting hard so fast. You're amazing, I love you so much," she said, moaning, her eyes closed as she began to move up and down his shaft.
"Is it just me who you love?" he asked her in a teasing voice, caressing her sides under her top and helping her move.
"No, I love you cock, too," she said, clearly knowing what he wanted to hear. "I love it so much, Ron. It's so big, and hard, and it gives me so much pleasure …"
"Oh, fuck, Hermione!" exclaimed Ron, shocked at how blunt she was being.
"I — oh — though that — oh, Ron, yes! — that you loved — aah — naughty Hermione …"
"Fuck, I love her so much," he said, using one of his hands to bring her mouth to his and kissing her as hard as he could while they fucked hard.
"Good, because you're hers," she moaned against his mouth. She began to kiss his face along his jaw until she reached his earlobe, which she took in her mouth, biting it, as her hips began to move even harder. He could feel her clenching around his cock and knew she was close to cumming. "You're hers for her pleasure," she whispered against his ear, sending shivers down his body.
"Yes," he nodded, moving his hands to her ass under her skirt and kneading it roughly. "Oh, Hermione … keep moving like that … fuck, I love you ass, too."
"Oh, ooh … I know," she managed to say between moans. "Oh … I can tell by how hard you fuck me from — mmh — behind."
"Yesss, I love it, seeing my hips slam against your perfect ass. Fuck, ride me faster, Hermione," he demanded, using his hands to help her. "And show me your tits. Wanna see them … Wanna suck them …"
"Yes, yes, Ron!" she moaned, and slid the straps of her top down her arms quickly before lowering the top so her breasts were free just before his face.
"Fuck, they're fantastic," he complimented, enthralled by the sight. "Move faster, Hermione. Make them bounce."
"Oh, yes, yes! Ooh, Ron!" she moaned, and began to ride him harder and faster, whimpering and begging Ron to suck on her breasts.
"With pleasure," he said, moving his hear forwards and catching one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it. Hard.
"Ooooh, RON!"
"You close, love?" he said between sucks. He was alternating between her tits, wishing he could take them both in his mouth at the same time.
"Yes, yes! So close, Ron … so close …"
"Cum for me, naughty Hermione," he whispered. "Cum all over my cock."
"Oh, Ron, Ron, yes, oh, yes, I'm coming! I'm COMING!" she screamed, and Ron could feel her cunt clench his cock as she pressed herself hard against him, seeking as much friction as she could.
Ron began to thrust into her at the same time, wanting to prolong her pleasure until she stopped moving completely. And then, instead of letting her recover, he grabbed her and, without taking his cock from her put her back on the couch and began to pound into her desperately, wanting to shoot his spunk once more inside her.
"Oh, Ron!" she moaned.
"Fuck, Hermione, you drive me wild … wanna fuck you all the time … fuck, you're so tight …"
"Come inside me, Ron," she said, looking into his eyes and caressing his face. "Fill me once more!"
"Fuck, fuck, oh, Hermione, fuck, I'm cumming!"
"Yes, Ron, yes, give it all to me, love," she said, clenching her muscles around him to milk his cock and putting her legs around him, using them to push him as deep into her as possible.
Ron gave a few more thrusts and then fall on her, his head on her shoulder, both of them breathing heavily.
"Merlin, I love you," he said, kissing her bare shoulder. Hermione giggled.
"I love you too, Ron. So much."
They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow. Hermione caressed Ron's hair absentmindedly, and Ron closed his eyes, relishing in the way she was touching him and the feel of her bare boobs against his chest.
"I can't believe you did that," he said after a while. He put his hands on the cushion and used them to raise his body a bit so he could look down at her. "How can you claim you're bad at being sexy? I'd say you're fucking awesome."
Hermione look away, blushing a bit.
"You see?" Ron continued, amused. "And now you're blushing!"
"When — when I'm … aroused, it's easier," she confessed. "The way you make me feel …" she trailed off.
"Then you should be aroused all the time," he said, grinning at her. "This was bloody brilliant, the way you ordered me to eat you out while you were revising my essay … Did you really read it?"
"Just the first half of it," she admitted, smiling. "After that I couldn't concentrate."
"Good," Ron said, grinning smugly. "I might be sort of a god if I can render you unable to concentrate on an essay."
Hermione slapped him on the chest playfully. "Don't flatter yourself."
"Isn't it true, then?" he said, lowering his head and kissing her shoulder before moving down to her exposed chest. "Don't I make you cum harder than you've ever believed was possible?" he asked, kissing her nipple and making her squirm under him.
"Yes, you do."
"Thought so," he said, beaming at her. He kissed her on the mouth, and Hermione put her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Ron was still between her legs and could feel her heat and dampness against his re-hardening cock.
Hermione broke the kiss and stared at him disbelievingly. "You're getting hard again?"
Ron shrugged sheepishly, still grinning. "I didn't hear you complained before. In fact, I recall you saying how much you loved my cock."
"Well, I do," she admitted, a bit embarrassed. "But still, I can't believe it. I mean, you ejaculated five times today, Ron. Five! And it's still morning!"
"And I can do it another four if you want," he said. "Do you want to test my limits?" he asked, smirking.
"That would be an interesting experiment," she said, but I'm starting to feel hungry, and we still haven't decided where to eat."
"Oh, yes," he said, getting off her. "Food sounds wonderful."
"We'd better get ready, then," she said, getting up and straightening her clothes. Ron almost moaned when she covered her breasts. "I'm going to take a jumper and coat. Do you want me to bring you something?"
"Yeah. Bring me a jumper too, please. I don't have a coat."
"I'll take one from Dad," she said. "I'll be back in a minute."
She disappeared upstairs. Ron used his wand to clean himself and then raised his pants and trousers and buckled them. Then he arranged the books and both Hermione's and his homework. Feeling thirsty, he went to the kitchen to have a glass of water. When he went back to the living room, he heard Hermione on the stairs and then saw her climbing them down. He was disappointed to see that she had put on tights (not surprising as the day was rather cold), had lengthened her skirt so it now reached just above her knees (which he supposed was its original length) and had put a bra on.
"Here," she said, giving him his jumper and a coat. They put both jumper and coats on and then left the house.
It wasn't raining like the day before, but the sky was clouded and the weather was chilly. Ron saw Hermione shiver a bit and put one arm around her, pressing her body against his. Hermione smiled at him.
"I'll have to finish revising your essay when we get back," she told him.
"No! You promised we'd spend the afternoon having fun," he pouted.
"Well, we had fun in the morning, so …"
"There's never too much fun, you know?"
"Mmmh," she said noncommittally.
"Well, where are you taking me, then? For lunch, I mean."
"There's a pub not far from here," she said. "It's not much, but I think you'll like it. I used to go there with Mum and Dad on Sundays, though it's been a while now."
"Fine with me," he said.
They walked for ten minutes, Hermione explaining to Ron about places she hadn't showed him on Saturday, until they reached a small square. Hermione pointed to an old-looking pub called The Scottish Wanderer.
"Curious name," he commented.
"I think the father of the current landlord was from Edinburgh," explained Hermione as they walked towards it.
Though not spectacular, lunch was rather good, and Ron managed to make Hermione laugh a lot. It felt good to be here, just the two of them, as if —
"What?" asked Hermione, giving him a questioning look.
"I just realised that this is our first date."
Hermione stared at him, surprised. "But we've gone out before."
"With your parents," he said. "But not alone. And before that we were always at Hogwarts, so —"
"You're right," she said, blushing a little and felt silent.
"Hermione?" he asked, worried. They had been talking and laughing and having a damn good time, so why were the air suddenly awkward?
"I didn't think of this as a date," she explained. "I mean, we've been together, alone, before. We even had lunch together, just the two of us, back in third year, during our first visit to Hogsmeade … And well, we're already boyfriend and girlfriend. Merlin, we've already had sex," she added, whispering. "It's strange to think about this as our first date."
Ron smiled at her. "Well, when you put it that way … I suppose you're right. But still, it's nice to think of this as a date. It feels —"
"— normal," she finished for him. "Yes, I know what you mean."
"I like the idea of being in a date with you," he said, feeling his ears redden.
Hermione smiled at him in that way that made him feel as he could fly without a broom.
"I like it, too," she said, taking his hand in hers and giving it a squeeze.
They finished their dessert in silence, just looking at each other and enjoying their mutual company. It felt good that they could stay in silence and be perfectly comfortable, thought Ron. He supposed it was because they had been friends for too long before getting together. Certainly, when he was with Lavender this would not be possible.
"This shouldn't have been our first date," Ron said suddenly in a sad tone. Hermione stared at him, blinking a few times. "I should have asked you to the Yule Ball."
"Ron …"
"It's true. Then you wouldn't have kissed Krum and I wouldn't have got together with Lavender."
"You don't know that."
"What?" he asked, frowning at her. "You would have kissed Krum if I had asked you to the Ball?"
"No, I mean that maybe it wasn't our time. Maybe we weren't ready for each other. Maybe nothing would have happened between us, or we might have ended splitting up …"
"No," said Ron, blatantly refusing to believe it.
"You can't know that, Ron," replied Hermione patiently. "You weren't even conscious that you liked me, and I had just realised I fancied you. Yes, I'd love to have shared our first kiss, but that isn't very important. I want to be your last kiss, not your first." Upon realising what she had said, she looked down, her face pink.
"Then it should have been Slughorn's party," he pressed. "If I wasn't a jealous prick …"
"Yes," nodded Hermione, "then I wouldn't have gone with McLaggen and his tentacle-like arms. What I was thinking to ask him to the party, I'll never understand."
"I suppose we're just two idiots when it comes to each other, aren't we?" he said jokingly, trying not to think about McLaggen and his hands all over Hermione, because, though he knew he didn't have any right to complain, it made his blood boil.
"We were," she said, smiling at him. "But I'm glad we've past that. I think that right now, we're rather good together."
"More than good. Amazing, I'd say," he pointed out, grinning.
"Yes, amazing sounds right," she agreed. "Well, shall we go? I'd love to go for a walk and to show you more about the town. Mum and Dad won't be home until five o'clock at least."
"Well, I hoped we could go back before that," he said, smiling suggestively at her.
"I think you can wait until bedtime," she replied, adopting a serious expression. She got up.
"Well, maybe I can," he said as they walked out of the pub, "but can you?"
Hermione glared at him. "You're so full of yourself," she commented, shaking her head. "You're not that irresistible, you know."
"Of course I am," he said, taking her hand in his, "and you know it."
They spent the afternoon walking, seeing the town, chatting and having a good time. Ron thought that he had never seen Hermione so carefree, and he couldn't help but feel proud that it was, at least partially, due to him.
Despite having wanted to take her to her bed once more before their parents came back, it was half past five when they entered Hermione's house.
"Hi, Mum," said Hermione to her mother, which was sitting in the sofa with one of the books they had left on the table in her hands. She looked at them and beamed.
"Hi, sweetheart. Hi, Ron. Where have you been? You look as if you'd had a really good time."
Ron scratched his head and looked down, because his mind had immediately drifted to the good time they had in that sofa.
"Yes," Hermione answered happily. "We did homework in the morning, then went to have lunch at the Scottish Wanderer. After that we just walked around, sightseeing."
"Oh, it's been a while since the last time we went there. How is it?"
"Like always," answered Hermione, sitting down beside her mother.
"Well, I'm glad you've enjoyed your day," her mum said, smiling. "Your father is in the shower and I was just eyeing your books. A waste of time because, of course, I didn't understand anything."
"Well, it's Arithmancy," interjected Ron, "only Hermione can understand it."
"Don't exaggerate, Ron. Loads of wizards and witches understand it. And it's fascinating."
"Sure it is," said Ron, smirking, and Hermione's mum laughed.
"Idiot," she said playfully, taking off her coat. Ron grinned at her and did the same. "Give that to me. I'll take them upstairs."
Hermione climbed up the stairs, and Ron sat down on the couch.
"She looks really happy," Hermione's mum said, looking at him.
"Yeah, I think so," he said sheepishly, feeling his ears redden a little.
"You make her happy, Ron. And I want to thank you for that."
"She makes me happy, too," he said, feeling his ears growing red. "Hermione … she's amazing. Sometimes I still wonder why she's with me."
"Well, as I stated, you make her happy. And that's much more than most people can expect. I look at her and she — she's glowing. I know you're young but — I really hope you last. I want to see her like this, forever."
Ron stared right into Hermione's mum's eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, Mrs— Jane. I'll be with her, for as long as she'll have me."
She got up and approached him. "Good," she said, putting a hand on his left shoulder. "I'm glad to hear that, Ron. And now, do you want a cup of tea?"
"Yeah, thanks."
Ron followed her with his eyes until she disappeared in the kitchen. Then he looked at the stairs and saw Hermione there, staring at him lovingly.
"Hermione," he said, getting up.
Hermione walked towards him, her eyes fixed on his. When she reached him, she kissed him slowly. Both of them closed their eyes, relishing the contact between their lips.
"What was that for?"
"I heard what you said."
"Don't you know it's very unpolite to eavesdrop other people's conversations?" he asked teasingly.
"It was worth it," she said. "And I liked what I heard. And I'll show you how much I liked it tonight, in my bed," she whispered seductively, and at the same time, caressed his cock over his trousers, making him grow hard almost immediately.
"Hermione …"
She looked down, obviously pleased, and then gave him another squeeze. "I'll help Mum bring tea here," she said. "You'd better sit down and think about spiders or something else disgusting."
"You're incredible," he said in awe.
"So I've heard," she replied. She winked at him and then walked away towards the kitchen. Ron sat down, shaking his head, a grin on his face.
"Well, what's the most boring subject here?" he asked himself, looking at the books.
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