Well, here it is the promised August chapter. Sorry for the delay, I had told you it'd be up around the fifteenth, but I was away from my PC for a few days.
This is a very smutty chapter (there isn't a lot to do, trapped in Grimmauld Place!), and a rather long one. I hope you like it. I wanted Ron and Hermione to enjoy themselves before their mission takes a turn for the worse.
I know I didn't reply to your comments and reviews, but I promise I will!
Chapter 17
Plans and Schemes
As Ron looked over the parchments, annotated with Hermione's neat writing, in which she condensed anything he could remember about the Ministry, he had to admit that things were much better than before. Since Kreacher had returned with Mundungus, life at Grimmauld Place had improved a lot. For starters, Kreacher was a really good cook when he wanted to be, and so meals were once more a delight and not something dreadful, and, besides, now they had a clear objective. Yes, it was terribly dangerous: infiltrating the new Ministry felt like calling to You-Know-Who's door, but it was infinitely better than having nothing else to do.
The only problem was that, today, he was having problems concentrating.
It was Harry's turn to watch the Ministry, so he was alone with Hermione and Kreacher in the old house. They had finished lunch an hour before, and now they were in the drawing room, revising again. However, instead of concentrating on their notes, as he should be doing, he couldn't help but stare at his girlfriend.
It was a particularly hot day, and so she was wearing tight fitting shorts that showed off her legs and an equally fitting tank top. He could see the straps of her black bra, and the way the soft fabric of her top clung to her round tits.
He had been in an almost constant state of arousal the whole day.
Letting out an imperceptible sigh, he looked down, trying to focus on the task at hand instead of on Hermione's hot body, when he heard her move. Looking up, she saw her stand up from the sofa and cross the room to the window to check on the Death Eaters. Ron's eyes roamed down her slender back until they stopped on her tight, round ass. The way the shorts hugged her bum was simply amazing, and, when she bent over a bit, Ron was invaded by a sudden impulse to go there, rip the clothes off her and fuck her brains out against the window. He could still feel her pussy as he fucked her sideways last night while his hips slammed against that round bum …
"Ron!" she yelled, taking her out of his reverie.
"What!? What's up?" he asked, looking up. She had turned a bit and was staring at him with a frown on her face.
"Were you staring at my ass?"
"Er — yeah," he admitted, blushing a bit, which was utterly ridiculous, after everything they had done.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"What? Your bum looks amazing in those shorts. I've been hard all day."
Hermione kept looking at him. Ron gulped, but then the frown disappeared and her lips curved into a smile.
Ron frowned. "You like it, don't you? Knowing that you can torture me like this?"
Hermione moved slowly towards him, her hips swaying enticingly, and Ron couldn't help but glance at the juncture of her legs, at the way her shorts framed her pussy. She reached him and, putting one hand on his shoulder, pushed him against the back of the couch and the sat on his legs. She looked down at the tent in his pants and smiled.
"Poor thing, you must be very uncomfortable, right?" she asked in mock concern.
"Hermione …" Ron whined. He put his hands on her thighs, but the feel of her wonderful skin only made things worse.
"We've had sex almost every night this week, Ron. Isn't that enough for you?"
"You know it's never enough for me, and less when you're dressed like this."
"They're normal summer clothes, Ron."
"You look incredibly hot," he replied, sliding his right hand up her thigh, her side and finally cupping one breast. "Your tits look amazing, and your shorts almost outline your pussy …"
"You think so?" she asked in a tone that conveyed that, despite how many times he had said so, she still had doubts believing how hot she was. Mental, she was.
Ron took one of her hands and put it over his cock. "Yeah."
Hermione squeezed it and Ron whimpered. She looked at the door, as if pondering something, and then took her wand and closed the door magically before soundproofing the room.
"Hermione …?" he asked, trying not to be too hopeful for her actions.
She dropped her wand and then brought her mouth to his, kissing him sensually, with all her heart and love. Ron moaned into her and immediately thrust his tongue inside. She welcomed it with hers, and soon they were snogging frantically. Ron's hands went to that ass that had been driving him mad all day and kneaded it eagerly.
"Fuck, you really want to have sex here?" he asked her when her mouth left his to move towards his neck, which she covered with kisses and soft bites.
"Yes. We've never done here before and we're alone. Harry won't be back soon so we've got time," she explained between kisses. "Besides, I'm not blind, Ron. I've seen you ogling me the entire day and well … it turned me on."
Ron groaned and gave her soft neck a bite before taking her earlobe into his mouth. "I knew you were teasing me, dressing like this," he whispered, grinning.
"I wasn't, but I'm glad it had this effect," she said, covering his cock with her hand once more. "Fuck, you're so hard. Ron, squeeze my ass harder, I love it when you touch me."
"I plan on touching your entire body. Fuck, you're so sexy, Hermione, I want to fuck you all the time. You'd have to see the perverted ideas that pop into my head …" he said without really thinking.
She almost purred. "Mmh, I usually enjoy your perverted ideas, Ron. You'll have to tell me more about those."
"Fuck." Too turned on, Ron grabbed the hem of Hermione's tank top and yanked it up. Hermione raised her arms and he took it off, leaving her in just his favourite black lace bra. He stared and the amazing view in front of his face. "Are you sure you weren't trying to tease me?"
"Well, I put it on thinking about tonight, but you don't mind seeing it now, do you?"
"Fuck, no!" he said, burying his face into her cleavage. Hermione put her hands on the back of his head and pushed him towards her. He began to lick the top of her breasts, and his hips started moving. She replied in kind, grinding her crotch onto him, causing a delicious, yet unsatisfying friction due to their clothes.
After a few moments, Hermione pushed Ron back again and lifted herself off him, which made him groan in protest. He tried to grab the belt loops of her shorts, but she just slapped his hands away.
"Hermio — Fuck!" he exclaimed, when she just turned round and sat down on his lap, leaning onto his chest. She rested her head on his left shoulder and, turning it, kissed his neck. Ron looked down, delighted by the wonderful view of her tits encased in that bra that pushed them together so deliciously. And then she began to move on top of him, rubbing her ass against his straining cock. Ron closed his eyes and moaned. "Fucking hell, Hermione …"
"Mmy, you're so comfortable, Ron," she said, half-purring. "Embrace me in your wonderful arms."
Ron complied and put them around her stomach, his hands caressing her soft skin. She tilted her head to the left, and Ron, taking the hint, began to kiss her exposed neck, giving her an occasional bite.
"Mmh, yes, that feels so good, Ron," she moaned, moving even faster. Fuck, if she continued like that, he would end up cumming in his pants, and it wouldn't be as satisfying as if he were inside her tight, delicious pussy. Becoming wilder and wilder, he gave her a rougher bit and then moved his hands to her tits, kneading them above her bra. He grew weary of the restrictions soon, though, and so he yanked the cups down unceremoniously, freeing her breasts, which, to his delight, bounced a bit.
"Ron!"
He didn't answer, and just cupped them in his hands, relishing in their roundness and the way they filled his hands.
"Fuck, such amazing tits!" he growled, his voice deep and hoarse. He thrust against her hard, seeking more relief, and she pressed back. Hermione put one hand on his right cheek and turned his head towards her before capturing his lips with her own. It wasn't a very comfortable position to snog, but they went at it nonetheless, while rubbing their bodies against each other's.
After a bit, however, they needed more, and so Hermione took Ron's hands and, pulling them away from her breasts, moved them to the front of her shorts. Ron broke the kiss and stared into her eyes, their lips a mere inch apart. Without saying anything, Ron unbuttoned her trousers and lowered the zip. Slowly, he inched his two fingers down and touched the soft lace of her panties. Hermione's breathing became even more agitated. Biting her lower lip, she lifted her bum and Ron pushed the shorts down, leaving her just in her underwear. Ron looked down her body as she used her legs to take the shorts off and licked his lips at the sight of her creamy, toned legs, and the tiny, black knickers hiding her beautiful pussy from him. If he was not mistaken, he hadn't seen this pair before …
However, he couldn't think about it anymore, because she brought his mouth to hers again. They snogged once more, her hands running down the outer side of his still clothed thighs. Ron responded in kind, caressing hers, slowly sliding towards her sex. She opened her legs in advance and moved even more against him. Denying himself what he wanted, he moved his hands very slowly, only approaching her cunt half an inch or so with each pass. She groaned in protest, and Ron smirked while still kissing her.
"Rooon …" she whined.
With his left hand, Ron turned her head to the other side, exposing her neck once more, and he attacked it again, sucking hard and eliciting new loud moans of pleasure. Then he decided to end the torture and put his right hand on top of her panties, pressing two fingers against her slit as he moved then back and forth. The fabric was already damp, and soon became completely soaked with her juices.
"Fuck, love, your pussy is overflowing with your tasty juices. He parted the crotch a bit and touched her bare lips until his fingers were soaked, too. Then he brought them to her face. "Taste yourself."
Hermione opened her eyes and looked at his fingers. Then she turned her head a bit to stare at him, her gaze full of lust and desire. Without breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth, and Ron put his fingers inside. At once, she closed her lips around them and sucked hard, using her tongue to clean them completely.
"Fuck, you haven't the slightest idea of how fucking sexy you are."
"No, you have no idea," she said, and smirked. Ron stared at her, dumbfounded, and then she lifted her body, so she was standing in front of him, her feet on both sides of his. "Bloody fucking hell!"
Ron couldn't take his eyes of her ass. He could see the black lace waistband of her panties, but, instead of extending to cover her cheeks, there was just a thing strip of fabric that went from below the small of her back and practically disappeared between her round buttocks, as if she wasn't wearing anything. His cock throbbed like mad at the sight, and he couldn't help but cup her naked bum, squeezing it and marvelling at its roundness. "Where — where the hell are the rest of your panties?"
"There is no rest, Ron. It's called a thong, and girls use them because, with tight trousers or skirts, there are no panty lines visible. And because they're sexy, of course."
"Sexy? Fucking mother of Merlin! This is beyond sexy!"
He kept caressing her ass, and Hermione bent over a bit, giving him a better view. Ron groaned, and then slid one finger under the strip of cloth, tracing it downwards, barely touching her skin, until he reached her pussy, which he caressed before settling on her clit.
"Ooh, Ron! Mmmh, yes … yes …" Excited by her reaction, Ron kept touching her pussy, rubbing her clit with two fingers, moving them in circles. Hermione opened her legs even more and arched her back, giving him better access and a fucking incredible view.
As he was using his first two fingers to rub her, he put his thumb in her hole. It wasn't as long as the other fingers, but was thicker and the only position available given their position. She moaned and bucked her hips against him, seeking more. Smirking, Ron moved his hand faster and with the other kept kneading her fabulous ass. Excited by the view and the way she moved, he leaned forward and began to cover her right cheek in kisses and soft bites.
"Oh, Ron, yes … More …" she pleaded. Ron closed his eyes, not wanting anything to distract him from her taste and smell, a mixture from the natural aroma of her skin, which he loved, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal. He bit her a bit harder and she moaned louder. "Oh, Ron, fuck, don't stop!"
"Are you going to cum like this, Hermione?" he asked huskily.
"Yes, yes, I just — please, use your mouth!"
"I'm using it, Love," he responded, giving her another bite for emphasis.
"Not — ahhh — there, Ron. In my ass. Put your tongue in my ass. It's — ooh — been too long."
"Fuck, yeah!" he said, even more turned on. Using his left hand to part the lace strip of her thong and uncover her most secret hole. Ron almost salivated when she spread herself even more. Licking his lips, he buried his face between her perfect buttocks, nudging her with his nose. He felt her almost shaking with anticipation. "Your ass is perfect, Hermione," he muttered, and then took his tongue out and licked her along her crack, sliding over her asshole.
"Oooh, yes, Ron! More!"
Ron began to lick all around her entrance, using his hand to part her left cheek a bit, and was surprised to see her reach with her right hand to part the other for him. Like whenever she offered her ass to him, it drove him wild and began to move his tongue and fingers faster. Hermione's breathing became more ragged, and she started bucking her hips more violently.
"Aah, Ron! Inside! Fuck my ass with your tongue!"
Ron complied immediately, feeling how her tight ring opened at the invasion of his tongue. Once inside her ass, Ron moved his tongue around, driving her mad.
"Ooh, fuck, Ron! Keep going! Keep going! Don't you dare stop!"
Ron felt her body tense. Her legs started to tremble and then she came undone under his assault.
"RON I'M —! FUCK, YESSS! Oh, yes, yes, Ron! Oh, fuck, I love you! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Ron kept moving his tongue even though her spasming ass seemed to want to expulse him. However, he pushed harder, never stopping moving his hand, until she couldn't stand it anymore and closed her thighs to still him.
"No — more! No — more," she said, panting heavily.
Ron took his hand from between her legs and, holding her by her waist, sat her on top of him, his chest against her back, her head on his shoulder. He looked at her face. She had her eyes closed and her mouth was curved into a contented smile.
"Liked that, didn't you?" he asked smugly, proud that he could put her in such a state.
"Mmh," she purred. "You know I did."
"You do enjoy having my tongue in your ass, don't you? Wouldn't you rather have something bigger in there?" he asked, thrusting up to emphasise how hard he was.
"Maybe," she said coyly. "But I think I'd love to have it in my pussy first."
And like that, she spun on his lap and began to kiss him, tugging on his t-shirt. Ron let her take it off him. Once his freckled torso was bare, she began to roam his chest with her hands and kissed him again. Ron put his hands on her ass and began to knead it, making her sit on top of his eager cock. "Take my cock out, Hermione," he demanded, before kissing her again.
She lifted her bum a bit without breaking the kiss so she could unbutton his trousers. She lowered the zip and then pushed them down. Ron tried to help her, raising his ass, though it was nearly impossible with her on top of him. She growled in frustration and broke the kiss, looking down between his bodies. She scooted a bit back, and she managed to lower his trousers and pants down a bit, enough to free his hard cock.
"It looks wonderful," she whispered, and grasped it in his right hand. She caressed it for a bit while Ron continued touching her ass. Realising that she was still wearing her bra, though with the cups lowered, he unsnapped it and helped her take if off her. At once she resumed her eager strokes and Ron moaned.
"Fuck, Hermione … Do you want me to cum like this?"
"Why not?" she asked, excited. "You can get hard again, can't you? I'd love for your cum to burst out, falling all over us …"
With a roar, Ron slapped her hand away and grabbed her by the waist, placing her on top of his dick. Hermione moved her hand to push her thong to the side, and then she lowered herself on his cock. "Oh, fuck, so tight! Fuck, I'll never get tired of fucking this pussy!"
"I hope you don't," she responded, already moving up and down him, "because I love getting it fucked by you!"
"Bloody fuck, 'Ermione, I love your dirty talk."
"It's — ah — your — fault!" she said, punctuating each word by impaling herself on his prick. Ron moaned, enthralled by her expression of pure pleasure and the way her tits bounced with each movement she made. He could feel the crotch of her panties rub against his cock, and it aroused him even more, knowing that he was fucking her in her thong. Or was she fucking him?
Sitting like that, he couldn't move as much as he wanted, but he thrust upwards every time she pushed down, their bodies slamming against each other loudly. Ron took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, and at the same time slapped her ass.
"Oh, Ron! More!"
He sucked harder and slapped her again, and again. Hermione clutched his shoulders more forcefully and quickened her movements, arching her body. Ron stared at her, amazed. She looked so free, so wanton, so wild, and he was the only one who saw her like this. Fuck, it didn't matter that they were trapped in a horrible house, being hunted by Death Eaters and in a dangerous mission: he was the luckiest man alive.
"Cum, Hermione! Cum on my cock!"
"Yes! Yes, just a bit more … Oh, Ron, just a bit more … So close …"
Ron put his right hand between them and slid it under her knickers, using two fingers to rub her clit. She opened her eyes wide and looked at him, her mouth hanging open.
"Rooooon! Oh, yes, Ron! Fuck! More! Rub me more, I'm about to — Oh, God, I'm cumming!"
Ron could feel her pussy clench around him, almost sending him above the edge. He didn't stop rubbing her as she trashed on top of him, riding out her strong orgasm. Finally, she stopped moving and he put his hand back on her ass. She lowered her head and kissed him.
"Mmh, that was amazing …"
"Yeah, and you've cum twice while I'm still suffering."
"Oh, poor thing," she said with a tired smile, squeezing her pussy and making his tense and moan. "Don't hold back, Ron. Fuck me hard, take me the way you need and cum inside me. I want it all."
Roaring and unable to control himself, he got up, holding her by her waist, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, and the threw them on the couch, with her under him. He didn't bother to remove her trousers and just started to thrust like mad, one hand clutching her ass to press her against him and the other next to her head to support him as he fucked her hard.
She put her legs around him and slapped his bum, encouraging him to go harder. "Come on, Ron. Harder! I know you like it harder. Fuck my pussy, fill it with you cum! Come on! Come on!"
Too far gone due to how good she felt and the way she was talking, Ron arched his back and let out a loud growl, pounding into her savagely. It didn't take long for his balls to tighten, signalling his impending release. He opened his eyes and fixed them on hers. She was watching him intensely, moaning, her tits moving deliciously. Ron moved the hand on her ass to them and squeezed them hard.
"Yes, Ron! Squeeze my tits! Cum squeezing them, I know you love that!"
"Fuuuuuck, Hermione, oh, fuuuuuck! I'm cumming! Fucking hell, gonna fill your pussy with cum! Take — it — all!" he shouted, thrusting as deep as he could go as he shoot spurt after spurt of cum in her cunt.
Finally, spent, he put his hands on both sides of her head and snogged her, still moving slowly inside her.
"God, Ron, you're still completely hard!" she moaned, delighted.
"And it surprises you?" he asked, kissing her along her jaw and towards her neck.
"No, but it still amazes me … Oh, yes, kiss my neck."
"You feel so fucking good, Hermione. I wanna fuck you more. Wanna cum again," he confessed, sucking on her exposed neck.
"Yes, yes … Keep going, Ron," she encouraged, putting her hands on his bum and pressing him against her body as she began to buck her hips to meet his small thrusts.
Ron gave her a bite and then raised his head to look at her eyes. "Your ass, Hermione. I wanna fuck your tight ass and cum inside it."
She let out a strangled moan. "Ron …"
"Will you let me?" he asked, thrusting a bit harder. "Will you let me fuck that amazing ass of yours?"
"Yes, Ron. It — it's yours, if you want it."
Ron got off her, making her moan at the loss, and took off his trousers and pants completely. Hermione raised her bum to take off her thong, but Ron raised a hand, stopping her.
"No, leave it on; you look fucking amazing in it.
"Okay."
"Turn over, Hermione," he ordered huskily.
Hermione looked at him, holding his gaze for a moment, and then did as told.
"Get on your knees on the floor and bend over the couch."
Hermione complied, and Ron almost moaned when his eyes fell on her round ass. Ron followed the thin strip that ran between her cheeks, hiding the hole he so desired from his view. Licking his lips, Ron knelt behind her and began to caress her bum reverently. She shook it a bit for him and he smiled, his cock tall and proud, eager to penetrate her.
Ron parted her thong and slid his right forefinger into her pussy. He fingerfucked her for a bit, making her moan and squirm and then took it out and pressed it against her puckered asshole. Slowly, he pushed it inside and moved it around, loosening and lubricating it.
"Aah, Ron …"
"You like it, Hermione? Having my finger in your tight asshole?"
"Yes, but I prefer your cock," she said, looking at him over her shoulder. "Put your cock in my ass, Ron. I know how much you want it," she added, wriggling it at him.
"If you want it, prove it. Offer me your ass, Hermione," he said, and moved his hand from her ass to grip his cock.
Hermione gave him a long, intense look, and then reached behind her with her hands and spread her cheeks for him, revealing her tight hole to his horny gaze. "Fuck it, Ron."
Ron gave his cock a few jerks and the approached her. He rubbed his tip against her hole and she whimpered. "Get your pretty ass ready, Hermione," he said, and then pushed. He felt her open to him, and his dick entered her ass, making them groan in pleasure and, in the case of Hermione, a bit of discomfort.
Ron began to move in and out, slowly, going deeper every time, trying to restrain himself not to ram his entire shaft into her in one go as he would have liked.
After a couple of minutes, he finally managed to push his entire cock in her tight ass. Her felt her soft buttocks against his hips and hissed in pleasure. "Fuck, this feels amazing, Hermione. Shit, I missed fucking your tight ass."
"God, you're so deep. I always forget how big you feel in there," she said, her voice somewhat strained, yet showing how excited she was.
"But you love it, don't you?" he asked, smirking. "You love having my big cock in your ass, don't you, Hermione?"
Hermione turned her head to look at him. "Yes," she said, and then pushed against him. "Now move, Ron. Fuck me."
"Fuck, I will. You touch that pussy for me. I wanna cum in your ass as you orgasm."
"Oh, yes. I'll touch myself for you, Ron, but only if you fuck my ass hard."
"Oh, shit, yeah!" he moaned, and, grabbing her ass to steady her, began to move, slowly at first, but then quicker and quicker, enjoying the glorious feeling of her tight ass gripping his cock as he slid in and out of her bum.
Hermione moaned, and slid one hand between her own legs. Ron could tell the moment she touched her clit as she tightened around him, making him groan in delight. Fuck, there was nothing like that ass!
"Oh, fuck, Hermione, you're so fucking hot! I'm gonna fuck you forever!"
"Yes, yes, Ron! Oh, God, don't stop!"
"Never! Never!" he said as he pumped his cock into her. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good! Take it! Take my cock!"
"Oh, yes, yes! Oh, Ron! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking my ass!"
Ron went at it harder, thrusting into her as she pushed back. Their moans became louder as they rutted against each other, desperate for release, the sound of his hips hitting her buttocks filling the room.
"Come on, Hermione, cum for me, I'm about to explode, your ass is too tight!"
"Almost there, Ron! Almost — there! Just — just don't stop! Oh, fuck!"
Ron bent over her and slid his hands under her belly, moving them up to cup her full tits. He squeezed them hard. "Yes, Ron! I'm — Oh, God!"
"Cum for me, Hermione!" he demanded, clenching his jaw to delay his release. "Fuck, can't hold it anymore!"
"Just a bit more, Ron! Just — Squeeze me harder, fuck me harder!"
"Fuuuck!" he shouted, thrusting hard and squeezing her boobs roughly. "Please Hermione!"
"Oh, Ron! Yes, oh —! YES, YES, YES! I'm cumming, Ron! I'm cumming! Oh, fill my ass! Fill my ass!"
"Bloody fuck, yesss!" he yelled, burying himself completely into her. He clutched her tits almost painfully and felt his cock swell and then explode, coating her asshole in his hot spunk. Again and again he thrust, as deep as possible, while she convulsed around him, increasing the already unbelievable pleasure he was feeling, until, spent, he fell over her back as they both panted hard, recovering.
"Fucking — amazing," he said, burying his face in her wild curls, his dick softening inside the still clutching depths of her ass.
"Oh, Ron, you're an animal," she commented. "It was amazing, I loved it."
Slowly, Ron took his half-hard cock out of her and dropped onto the couch next to her, putting one hand on her back to caress her skin. "Well, we can always repeat tonight. I'll never tell 'no' to an invitation to fuck your tight ass."
Hermione rolled over and lay against him, sighing. "You won't, will you?" she asked, amused, as he put an arm around her, holding her against his body.
"Never," he assured. "Fuck, this was incredible."
"Can't disagree on that," she muttered, caressing his stomach. Slowly, the hand went lower until she was cupping his balls, rolling them in her hands.
"Keep doing that and I will be fucking you again in no time."
"Mmh, maybe I want that," she whispered huskily. Ron turned her head up and then kissed her, slowly at first, but soon the kiss turned more passionate. Hermione kept kneading his balls, and his cock twitched, getting hard again. He lowered his left hand to her hip, and was inching towards her ass when, in the bottom of his mind, he realised someone had opened the front door.
"Harry!" yelled Hermione, pulling apart from him, a panicked expression on her face.
"Fuck!"
They got up at once and started redressing as quickly as possible. Ron cast a quick Cleaning Charm on them and a Refreshing Charm on them and the room, while Hermione unlocked the door. Checking their appearances one last time, they sat back on the couch, letting out a breath of relief. Half a minute later, they heard Harry's footsteps outside. The door opened and Harry walked in.
"Hi," he said, dropping onto the other couch.
"You're early, Mate," Ron commented, trying to sound normal and not as if he had just cum inside Hermione's ass.
"Yeah, not much more to see."
"And what? Did you see the same people? Same routine? Hours?" Hermione asked, her mind already focused on the mission.
"Yeah, they've been rather regular, I think we could use them."
"Well, they look promising, but we need to watch more. We'll only have one opportunity," she said, searching for something among the pile of parchment. She found it and began to write and make annotations. Ron couldn't help but look at her back. Her t-shirt had ridden up a bit, revealing the soft skin in the small of her back, and, barely visible above the waistband of her shorts, the lace of her thong. Ron gulped, realising that, right then, the thong was getting soaked by his cum dripping of her. Fuck, she looked so normal, so Hermione when ten minutes before she was begging him to fuck her ass harder.
Ron closed his eyes and shook his head a bit, scolding himself. Focus, you perverted idiot! This is important!
"Are you okay?" Harry asked. Ron opened his eyes and looked at his friend, who was staring at him with a curious expression.
"Eh?"
"Are you okay?" Harry repeated.
"Er — yeah. Just — it doesn't mind," he answered quickly. "Er — did you see anything else? Some extra security? My dad?"
Harry shook his head. "No. They trust those tokens to prevent anyone without permission to get inside."
"I expect there will be lots of security once you're in," Hermione interjected.
"We'll be using Polyjuice Potion," said Ron.
"Yes, but they might have means to detect intruders or impostors. I'm going to make some research about ways to do that. Of course, it would be easier if I could use the library …" she said, almost dreamily, and then sighed. "But well, I'll check the books in this house. There are not many left, but still."
"And how much will that take?" asked Harry, who, Ron knew, was impatient to act. He couldn't blame him. Hermione could easily spend weeks checking every little detail.
"I don't know, but we can't make mistakes. It's the Ministry of Magic, Harry. They're offering ten thousand galleons for your head!"
"I know, Hermione," he said wearily. He got up. "Well, I'm going to have a shower. Kreacher said dinner will be ready in half an hour."
"All right," she said, nodding, her attention back on their notes.
Harry left the room, and Ron slumped on the couch, sighing. "Fuck, that was close," he said in a low voice.
"Too much for my liking," Hermione said, not moving her eyes off the parchment she was checking. "We're not doing anything like that again, I don't know why I allow you to convince me. If Harry had caught us I'd die of embarrassment!"
"Pardon me?" Ron said, sitting up straight, a frown on his face. "'Allow me to convince you'? What are you talking about? It was you who started it!"
"Lower your voice!" she hissed, glancing at the door and then glaring at Ron.
"Hey, don't accuse me. You were the one to start it," he replied.
Hermione snorted. "And you weren't willing, were you?" she asked sarcastically.
"Of course I was. Both of us were. It was amazing, and we enjoyed it a lot," he added, "so what's the problem?"
Hermione merely grunted, which Ron interpreted as knowing that he was right and not wanting to admit it. He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her against him, but she resisted. "Come on, don't be mad at me."
"I'm not mad," she declared.
Ron pulled on her hand again and, finally, she relented and let him put her against his chest.
"By the way, I love thongs," he commented, grinning down at her. "They're wicked."
Hermione looked up at him, and then shook her head, though she was smiling. "You're incorrigible."
He shrugged. "But you love me."
"Yes, I suppose I do," she said in mock resignation.
He gave her a kiss on her forehead, and they waited for Harry to go down and have dinner.
— o —
Harry had hoped that, eventually, the Death Eaters would go away, as they could not enter the house or even see it, and the three of them Apparated and Disapparated on the step just outside the front door when it was their turn to watch the Ministry, so they could neither see them, but, on the contrary, the number of them only seemed to increase, and at times there were four or five figures observing, causing the Muggles passing them, wearing their summer clothes, to look at them, probably wondering how someone could be wearing such cloaks under the August Sun.
Sometimes, one of they would manage to grab a copy of The Prophet, but, every time Harry started to read it, he ended up throwing it to the floor, disgusted. Understandable, considering that The Prophet was little more than, in Hermione's words, a 'propagandistic pamphlet.' It was full of articles about the achievements of the new administration, the dangers of Muggleborns (usually including biographies about Muggle-born criminals and news about barbaric atrocities committed by Muggles) and defaming known members of the Order and opposers to Voldemort's regime. And, of course, full-size photos of Harry indicating that he was 'Undesirable Number One' and informing about the 10,000-galleon reward.
August went by as they finished the details of their plan to enter the Ministry. Despite that, with a much kinder Kreacher, life in Grimmauld Place was not so terrible (they had good meals and he had frequent sex with Hermione — though she had refused to do it again outside their bedroom), Ron was starting to feel trapped, and he knew Harry was feeling the same.
On the first of September, Ron woke up with Hermione snuggled against him. He looked to his side and watched her sleeping peacefully, a smile forming on his face. It was curious how quickly he had got accustomed to this. Of course, he had experienced it on Easter, but now, after almost a month of this he didn't know if he could go back to sleeping alone.
He looked at the window, remembered what day it was, and sighed. If things had been normal, they would be getting ready to board the Hogwarts Express. The way things were, however, he didn't envy those who were going to the school. Not with Snape, the traitor and murdered, as Headmaster. Just imagining him in the seat of the man he had murdered made his blood boil.
Not wanting to think about the greasy-haired git, he focused again on his sleeping girlfriend. His mind drifted to the way she had ridden him last night, his mind replaying the image of her cumming on top of him, his cock deep in her cunt. And then he had turned them over and had slammed into her as hard as he could to finish inside her …
He felt his prick harden at the memory and licked his lips. Unable to resist the temptation, he lifted the sheets to reveal her scantily clad body. After their intense lovemaking last night, she had just put on her sexy black panties and a tank top that outlined her breasts perfectly. Ron felt his mouth water at the sight. His eyes roamed all over the roundness of her bum, and then focused on the way her knickers covered her sex in such an enticing way. Glancing at her face to check she was still asleep, he moved down the bed, so his face was just over her middle. Carefully, Ron put his hand on her waist and pushed softly. She mumbled something and shifted on the bed so she was laying on her back. Ron licked his lips and he nudged her left leg a bit. She moved it, bending her knee. Ron caressed her left thigh slowly, growing even hornier at the sight of the way her panties clung to her pussy. Moving a bit, he lay between her spread legs so his face was just above her crotch. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, relishing her musky scent. He threw a glance at her face and smirked, feeling excited at what he was about to do. He lowered his face and kissed her mound through her knickers. Then he took out his tongue and licked her slowly, savouring the slightest traces of her juices in the fabric covering her treasure. She shifted a bit on the bed, mumbling again, and turned her head. Fuck, she was so bloody cute!
Focusing again on the task at hand, Ron curled two fingers around the edge of the crotch and pushed her panties aside, baring her delicious folds to him, covered in those trimmed brown curls that drove him mad. He lowered his face once more and sniffed deeply, revelling in her smell. His cock twitched, trapped against the bed, and he had to buck his hips a bit to alleviate the ache. Slowly, he traced her slit with his tongue, the touch gentle and light. She shifted a bit again, and he repeated the movement, over and over, applying a bit more pressure every time. He watched as she squirmed under his ministrations, her mouth opening slightly in a silent moan. He could see the way her tits jiggled a bit with each movement and had to rub himself even harder against the bed. He began to lick her faster, concentrating on her clit, revelling in the fact that she was getting wet.
She moaned a bit in her sleep, and Ron couldn't help it and plunged his tongue into her hole. She arched on the bed suddenly, and he looked up, only to find her staring at him, her eyes wide open.
"What are you —?" she started to ask, still a bit disoriented.
"Good morning, Hermione," he replied, cutting her in, and then began to move his tongue in and out of her rapidly.
"Ron, what —? Oh, gods!"
"What were you going to ask?" he asked, acting as in he was lying between her open legs, his face a couple of inches away from her bare cunt.
"Nonthing!" she answered quickly, and putting her right hand on his head to direct him back to her pussy. "Keep going! Ooh, I thought I was dreaming, but —! Oooh, yes! This feels wonderful, don't stop!" she shouted when Ron resumed his actions.
He smiled inwardly and sped up his ministrations, bringing his other hand to her pussy. He used two fingers to fuck her and began to suck and lap on her clit, making her arch her body and buck her hips against his face.
"More, more, more!" she chanted, grabbing at her own breasts with one hand and keeping him in place with the other. Ron continued his assault, wanting nothing more than to push her over the edge, something that didn't take long to happen.
"Yes, right there, Ron! Faster, move those fingers faster! And suck harder! Harder! Fuck, yess, like that!" she exclaimed, turning him on even more with her bossy tone. Ron did as requested and that caused her to snap and climax strongly.
"Oooh! Fuuuck, Ron! Oooh, yes, yes, YESSSS!" she screamed, fucking herself against his face as she came hard. Ron kept sucking on her until, unable to resist it, she pushed him off her forcefully. He sat up, grinning smugly, and looked down at her flushed and spent body, focusing especially on her heaving tits and her face. After a bit, she opened her eyes and looked at him, blinking a few times.
"Hey," she said, smiling contentedly.
"Welcome back, Love."
"Oh, don't be so smug," she said, covering her face with her arms.
"What? So you didn't like it, then?"
She moved her arms away and stared at him. "Of course I did. You definitely must do that again. In fact, I want to wake up like that every morning."
Ron laughed. "My pleasure."
Hermione grinned and extended her hand to him. He took it in his, and she pulled him down on top of her and kissed him slowly but passionately, while her hands caressed his sides. Then, to his surprise, she slid her right one between their bodies and grasped his cock in her hand.
"I see that you're in a bit of a predicament," she commented playfully.
"Hermione …" he moaned.
"Did you like licking my pussy, Ron?" she asked huskily, stroking him over his pants.
"Fuck, yeah. I love your pussy."
"Do you want to take off my panties and fuck it with this?" she said, giving him a hard tug as she spoke.
"Yes, please, Hermione. I'm so horny …"
"That you are," she said, nodding. "I like you being so horny for me and my tight pussy, Ron," she declared, in a tone so seductive and erotic Ron was sure he would cum just by hearing her and having her hand touch him.
He groaned in response and sat up, taking her hand off him. With his eyes fixed on hers, he pushed his pants down enough to free his aching dick. He saw Hermione look down at him and lick her lips, and that only made him more desperate and primal.
"Like my cock, 'Ermione?" he asked, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.
"Yes. So much. It's so hard, Ron …" Slowly, she slid one hand down her stomach until it reached her panties. Ron followed it with his eyes and let out an strangled moan when he saw her push her knickers to the side, baring her wet, amazing cunt to him. "Put it in here," she told him, touching herself with her other hand.
Ron couldn't hold it in anymore. Growling, he covered her body with his and kissed her forcefully. Hermione grabbed his cock and put it against her entrance. The moment she did this, he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in her hot, welcoming pussy.
"Oh, fuck, yess! Your pussy feels so fuckin' good!"
"It feels way better when your cock is inside, Ron," she said, moaning. "Now move, please. Fuck me."
Ron groaned again, and, capturing her mouth again in a bruising kiss, began to thrust powerfully, their bodies slamming into each other noisily. He moaned into her mouth, unable to restrain himself. He was in heaven, having his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole, wishing he could do this forever and never stop.
"Oh, Ron … oh, yes, yess … so good, so fucking good …"
Ron grunted in response and sped up, wanting to fuck her into the mattress. His hands tugged and her top desperately, pushing it above her tits so he could feel them against his chest, and then squeezed one of them hard before pinching her erect nipple and making her squeal in pleasure.
Ron leaned onto his other arm for support and watched her, his face a few inches above her face, their gazes locked. The feeling of his cock in her and her tit in his hand was only comparable to seeing the pleasure in her face.
"Do you like this, Love? Do you like me fucking you?" he asked, his claw clenched while he drove hard into her, making her wetter and wetter.
"Yes, yes, Ron! I love it! Don't stop! Don't stop! Ah, God!"
"Then beg me," he whispered. "Beg me to fuck your pussy hard. Beg me to cum in you."
"Aah, Ron!"
"Do it!" he demanded, giving her a particularly hard thrust.
"Ooh, God! Yes!" she screamed. "Yes, Ron, fuck me! Fuck my pussy hard. Shove that amazing cock into my hole and cum inside me! Fill me with it! Empty your balls into my hot cunt! Oooh, God, yes!" she shouted, when, aroused beyond measure, he began to fuck her even harder. He was now going at it at terrible speed, making the bed bump into the wall and causing an obscene amount of noise, but Ron didn't care. The only thing that was real was his cock in her pussy and her body under his as he fucked the daylights out of her.
"Oh, fuck, yes! Gonna fuck your pussy, Hermione! Gonna fuck it so hard! And when I cum I'll keep fucking you 'till I cum again!"
"Ooh, Ron!" she shouted, arching her back and pressing his body hard against hers with her legs and arms. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Ron threw his head backwards and roared, his balls tightening. His cock throbbed and then he exploded, shooting stream after stream of his hot cum into the depths of her pussy, his body going delirious with pleasure with each spurt of his dick.
"CUMMMING! FUCKING CUMMING IN YOUr PUSSY!"
"Oh, yes, yes!" she screamed, bucking her own hips harder to counter his powerful, erratic thrusts. "Cum in me! Cum in me!"
When his explosive orgasm passed, Ron slowed his thrusts. However, just by looking at Hermione he knew she was very close, too, and, besides, he didn't want to stop. He had promised her to cum in her twice …
So, after regaining some breath, he began to speed up again, his cock still completely hard.
"Oooh, Ron!" she exclaimed, wide-eyed in amazement. "You cock is magical! Magical! Yes, keep fucking me! God I'm so close! So close!"
"Fuck, yeah, cum for me, Hermione! Squeeze my cock with that hot pussy of yours!"
Hermione moaned loudly, moving her body in a way that only encouraged him to fuck her faster and harder to drive her over the edge, and, just a couple of minutes later, he felt her tense under him as he fucked her, prompting him to give her deeper strokes.
"Ron … Oh, Ron, I —" she started to say, her mouth open as she stared at him in amazement, her expression reflecting absolute bliss.
"You what?" he asked, thrusting deeper.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming all around your cock, Ron! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!"
Ron didn't. He continued with that pace, helping her ride out her pleasure and enjoying the way her pussy clenched around his shaft.
"Oh, God, that was — that was …"
"We're not done," he growled, and getting on his knees, he spread her legs as much as he could and, putting his hands on her tits, he squeezed them and resumed his frantic fucking, enjoying the sight of his cock entering her while her knickers were pushed to the side.
"Yes, Ron," she said in a tired voice. "Keep going! Enjoy my pussy. It's yours. Fill it again, please …"
"Fuuuck!" he hissed, and went at it with all his might, his excitation growing and growing until, soon, he exploded again inside her, depositing another torrent of cum in her.
"Fucking Merlin …" he said before collapsing next to her, too tired to move and too breathless to speak.
Hermione turned to him, also breathing heavily, and caressed his face lovingly. "I love you so much," she whispered against his ear. Ron just smiled, still unable to talk, and grabbed one of her hands in his, resting them on his heaving chest.
Ten minutes later, after a Cleaning Charm, they got up and put on their clothes.
"That was amazing," he said, hugging her before they left the room.
She gave him a bright smile. "Yes, it was. Bloody brilliant, I'd say," she added, and he laughed.
When they reached the kitchen, Harry was already finishing his breakfast.
"Sorry, we overslept, Harry," Hermione apologised, avoiding her friend's eyes.
Harry glanced at her and rolled his eyes. "Don't worry. Besides, it is my turn today." He drank the rest of his orange juice and got up, checking his watch. "I'm leaving. See you in the evening, okay?"
"Be careful," Hermione told him. He nodded grimly and left.
Ron and Hermione spent the day revising the plan, with Hermione asking Ron for the umpteenth time anything he could know from previous visits to the building or things he had heard from his dad. Ron was tired of this, but made an effort not to voice it and just went along with it, knowing that it helped Hermione to stay calm about the mission.
That, however, didn't matter when, while having dinner upon his return, Harry blurted out, "We should do it tomorrow."
"What!?" Hermione exclaimed, letting her spoon fall into the onion soup. "Tomorrow?"
"Yeah.
"But — but we're not ready, there are lots of things we don't know and that could go wrong —"
"And that will still be true in a month. We've been here a whole month, Hermione. We need to do something."
"But —" she protested, trying to argue.
"I agree with Harry," Ron said, interrupting her. She turned her head and stared at him, astonished. "He's right," Ron added, cowering a bit under her intense gaze. "I'm going mad being here without really doing nothing while You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters are out there doing Merlin knows what."
"Exactly," nodded Harry. "We've got a good plan now, but they might change security tomorrow and it will all go to waste. We know the routine of a few employees, know about the ways to enter and leave the building and have it all planned, so we should act. The sooner we retrieve that locket, the better."
"Yeah, she could chuck the fucking thing, as it doesn't open …" commented Ron, though such possibility was simply terrifying. How would they find it then?
Hermione's eyes travelled from one to the other, and then sighed, defeated. "All right," she accepted nervously, "though let me say I think it's a terrible idea."
"Well, we're trying to enter the Ministry of Magic with Harry Potter to steal from a high ranked official that hates us, while the place is run by Death Eaters," replied Ron. "No amount of time will make this a good idea, you know."
Harry and Hermione stared at him for a moment, and then burst into laughter, breaking the tension. She grabbed his hand, still laughing, and kissed his palm. "I love you, you know," she muttered.
On the other side of the table, Harry grimaced. "That's gross," he commented. "I'm going to the loo, no need to see you eating each other's faces."
"We weren't going to —" Hermione began to protest, but Harry was already walking out, waving a hand at them dismissively.
"In a hurry, wasn't he?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Mmh," muttered Hermione. She turned on her chair to face him directly. Ron furrowed his brow, a bit confused. "What?" he asked.
"You aren't going to say that I shouldn't go to the Ministry with you two?" she asked him.
Ron tried to seem offended by the idea, though he had indeed thought about that, countless of times. "No."
"But you'd like me to stay, wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would."
She frowned at him. "Ron, I'm as capable, or even more, as you and —"
"I know," he said, cutting her in. "Wouldn't you like for me to stay, or Harry, so we wouldn't risk our lives?"
"Yes."
"Well, there it is. But I am not asking you to stay, am I?"
"No, you aren't," she admitted.
"I'd ask you both to stay," he confessed. "You're Muggleborn and didn't present yourself for questioning, and Harry's Harry. I am the one with the most chances to get away with it if they caught me, but we both know there's no way I can do this alone."
She squeezed his hand. "I don't like you belittling yourself, Ron."
"And I'm not. This mission is going to be hard enough for the three of us, no way one person alone can do it. And you're twice the smart than Harry and I put together, so there's no chance we can succeed without you."
Hermione smiled and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. The kiss was tentative, but Ron hold onto her and deepened it, claiming her mouth and drawing a strangled moan from her.
"Oh, please," Harry said, breaking their bubble. Both Ron and Hermione pulled away, a bit flushed.
"Can't I kiss my girlfriend?" Ron asked defiantly, though his ears were burning.
"As if you don't do that enough when you're alone in your room! There's no need to see it in the kitchen," Harry replied with a huff.
"Harry! What we do or don't do in our room in nothing of your concern!" scolded Hermione, frowning at him.
"Yeah, well … I'm just going to my room. Tomorrow will be a long day. Good night."
"'Night," responded Ron.
"He's got a point," commented Hermione when they were alone again.
"What?" asked Ron in surprise. "You just told him off!"
"Well, yes, but — it's got to be hard for him, seeing us together when he's alone and missing Ginny."
"He's not alone."
"I know, but — well, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I guess," he said, his expression thoughtful.
"We just should be less … couple-y when he's around."
Ron grunted noncommittally, not really liking the idea.
Hermione put her hands on his shoulders. "He's not around right now," she said, a small smile on her face, her bright, brown eyes fixed on him. Fuck, he could do anything when she looked at him that way.
He kissed her, softly at first, but soon the need he felt for her became overwhelming, and he pressed her against the counter, his hands sliding up and down her sides under her top, relishing the feel of her perfect skin as he claimed her mouth. She moaned against him, which only drove him even wilder. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it, savouring her unique taste. He felt her hands under his own t-shirt caressing his stomach, the tips of her fingers sliding under the waistband of his trousers and his cock throbbed. However, with the little sense he still had, he broke the kiss, and she moaned in protest.
"We should rest," he said. "Tomorrow — tomorrow will be a hard day. Too much is at stake."
Hermione's lustful expression turned into one of worry. "I know. And I am so scared, Ron."
"So am I," he admitted, hugging her against his chest and resting his chin on the top of her head. After a bit, he grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed it away so he could look at her face. "Hermione, if something goes wrong tomorrow, you've got to promise me you'll get Harry out of there."
"What? And what about you?"
"We can't let them catch Harry."
"And why can't you be the one to take Harry out?" she replied, folding her arms in front of her chest in a defiant gesture.
"You know why. I am pureblood. You are in their list, Hermione."
"But they can't use anyone against me! What about your family, Ron? Have you thought about them? What will they do if they catch you, realising that your family has been lying and you're not ill with spattergroit? They could go after them!"
Ron moved away, passing his right hand over his hair and swearing. After a bit, he turned round again and faced Hermione, who was watching him tenderly.
"Fuck, Hermione … I can't let you get caught. But it was my decision to be here, and if something happens to my family because of me …" he said sadly.
Hermione tilted her head and approached him, putting her arms around his waist. "This is like you told me about my parents, Ron. Sometimes there's no right choice. The only one is that the three of us leave that place. Together."
Ron embraced her again. "I know. Fuck, I'm so scared, Love. Even more than the day we rescued Harry."
"Me too." She lifted her face to look at him, her gaze full of love. "Let's go to bed, Ron. I need you. I want you inside me, I want to feel alive."
"Hermione …"
"I know you want me, too," she said, her voice needy. "You're hard. You want to be inside my cunt, don't you, Ron?"
"Fucking hell, if I ever say no to that question, you'll now I'm not me, Love," he declared, and then, cupping her round ass, he lifted her and she put her legs around him, her mouth seeking his hungrily. Ron's tongue invaded her mouth and she accepted it greedily, sucking on it as if it were his cock, which twitched in envy. He pressed her harder into him, squeezing her ass, and began to move his hips, seeking friction.
Not bothering to walk, he turned on the spot and Apparated them to their room.
"Ron!" she scolded him as she got off his embrace, staring at him in disbelief. "You could have splinched us, Apparating while we were focusing on other things!"
"No way would I get splinched when I'm about to fuck you, Hermione. Take off your clothes. Quickly."
Hermione kept glaring at him, but, after a few seconds, she grabbed the hem of her top and took it off, revealing her breasts to him, encased in a simple blue bra. Ron's eyes zeroed on her cleavage.
"Are you just going to ogle me, or are you going to get naked?" she asked as she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her toned legs. Ron's eyes moved to her thin white knickers, and he licked his lips.
"Fuck, you're so hot."
Hermione shook her head and took off her bra, her breasts jiggling with her movements. Ron knew he should do anything, but he couldn't stop staring at her as she got rid of her panties. Once naked, she looked at him, and, seeing that he was still dressed, moved backwards and lay on the bed. "I'll have to start without you, then?" she commented and put her hands on her round tits, kneading them softly. Ron let out a strangled moan, followed by a deep groan when she slid her fore and middle fingers from both hands in her mouth to wet them and then used them to rub her nipples, making them hard.
Ron's cock was about to burst, yet he didn't move. Hermione looked at him, her eyes full of lust, and then slid her right hand down her stomach and opened her legs, revealing her glistening pussy to him. She was completely soaked. Her hand found her clit and started touching it slowly, leisurely, and let out a moan than sent shivers down his spine.
"Mmmh, if I had a boyfriend who could help me …" she said, moaning.
"Fuck!" Ron shouted, and, finally able to move, took off his clothes quickly and haphazardly. Naked, he approached the bed, his right hand stroking his cock under Hermione's hungry gaze, and she opened her legs even further, giving him an even better view of her working fingers and her delicious sex. Kneeling on the bed, he caressed her thighs and moved slowly his hands to her groin. Hermione moaned and moved her hand away, but Ron stopped her by clutching her wrist. "No, keep doing it. I want so see you wanking for me, Hermione," he muttered, his voice husky.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, and then moved her hand back to her pussy. She slid a finger along her slit and started to circle her clit once more, her mouth opening in a silent moan.
"Fuck, this is so hot," he commented, and moved his index finger to her folds, caressing her below her hand. She moaned and the movement of her fingers became quicker. Ron grinned and, after teasing her for a bit, slid two fingers into her scorching cunt, which welcomed them eagerly.
"Oooh, Ron, yes! Ooooh, yes!"
"Touch yourself, Hermione. Help me make you cum," he told her, starting at her intensely.
"Yes, Ron! Oh, fuck, yes, I want to cum! I want to cum so badly!" she moaned, squirming on the bed. Ron watched her, a lustful grin on his face, while he fingered her and caressed her smooth thigh.
"You look so delectable like this, Hermione, touching yourself. Is this how you do it when I'm not around? Is this what you do when you miss my cock?"
"Yes … Though it never feels this good, Ron … Your fingers — oh, fuck," she moaned when he added a third finger into the fray and sped up his thrusts.
"My fingers what, Hermione?" he asked huskily. "Tell me."
"Your fingers feel much better than mine! Aaah, I'm just there! Just there! Keep going! Oh, keep going!" she begged, her hips bucking on her own. She began to move her fingers harder on her swollen clit.
"Cum for me, Hermione," Ron said, his speed matching hers. "Cum for me so I can stick my cock into your tight pussy. Fuck, I want to cum so bad!"
"Aah, aaah, aaaah, Rooon!" she moaned loudly, and Ron felt her cunt contract around his fingers as she came powerfully. After a bit, she took her fingers away, but Ron kept penetrating her with his, prolonging her intense orgasm.
The moment her body stopped convulsing, Ron couldn't resist anymore. He took his fingers out, pushed her legs open and, leaning over her, buried his cock into her still fluttering pussy.
"Oh, God, Ron!" Hermione yelled, snapping her eyes open at his sudden penetration.
"Fuck, yeah! So hot and tight! Gonna fuck you, Hermione, and fill you with my cum!" he stated, and began to pound into her mercilessly, his eyes rolling in his sockets at the pleasure her slick, hungry cunt gave his cock. "Aaaah, yesss, yessss!" he hissed as his pace increased, completely bewitched by her body.
"God, Ron, you're an animal! An animal! Ohhh!" she yelled, contorting under the powerful assault of his cock.
"You like it, don't you?" he challenged, his hips not stopping.
"Yes! Yes, don't stop! Fuck me, Ron! Give me your cock! God, you're so hard and big inside me!"
Ron lowered his body over hers, relishing on the feel of her round tits against his chest and snogged her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth at the same speed his cock was ramming into her pussy. She put her arms around him and pressed him against her, her hips bucking to counter his hard thrusts.
They moaned into each other's mouth as they devoured one another. Ron could feel his balls tightening and his cock throbbing, and, after a while he broke the kiss to take much needed air.
"Hermione, fuck, gonna cum … Gonna cum … Fuck, gonna cum!"
"Cum in me, Ron," she whispered huskily between ragged breaths, her hands travelling to his ass to push him harder against her. "Cum in me. Hard."
One of his hands moved to her tits and he squeezed them roughly as his cock swelled and exploded, sending streams of cum into the back of her pussy. Ron grunted loudly in extreme pleasure as he kept pounding her, wanting to spill all his cum inside her hot hole.
"Oh, fuck, that was so intense!" he moaned in the aftershocks of his orgasm, and then fell on top of her. Hermione embraced him, her legs round his thighs and her arms round his shoulders and then kissed him passionately. Ron responded in kind, humming pleasurably, feeling so good with his cock still hard inside her and her body all around him.
"Mmh, Ron, I love you. You fuck me so well …"
Ron grinned and began a path of kisses along her jaw. She turned her head to give him more space. "I love to hear that, and you know it."
"It's the truth. I'm addicted to sex with you."
"You didn't cum this time, though," he commented before taking her earlobe between his teeth, which drew a moan from her that send jolts of pleasure to his groin. His cock jerked and she tightened her cunt around him.
"But you're still hard, and you want more, don't you?" she asked sultrily against his ear, and tightened again.
"Fuck, yeah! Do that again, Hermione. Tighten your pussy around my cock."
Hermione clenched and unclenched her muscles a few times, and Ron closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling. His cock was iron hard again.
And then, suddenly, he was pushed to the side and Hermione rolled them over so she was on top of him, his dick still inside her. "I think I'm going to ride this cock and come again and again over it. What do you think, Ron?"
"Fuck, Hermione! Yes, please! Ride me," he begged, his hands sliding up her sides until he was cupping her amazing tits. "I wanna see you cum and then cum again inside you."
Hermione caressed his chest, biting her lower lip seductively, and clenched again around him. Ron moaned and thrust upwards, lifting her a bit and causing her to close her eyes in pleasure. She rotated her hips a bit, her eyes fixed on his. She inclined over him and gave him a quick, short kiss. He tried to deepen it, but she retreated, smirking. Ron grunted in frustration, moving his hips. Hermione smile widened and then arched her back and put her tits over his face, shaking them a bit. Ron lifted his head and let her boobs slap him, groaning before burying his face between them and, cupping them in his hands, pushed them against his face, squeezing them while he licked the sweat of her midriff.
"Oh, Ron … aah, you like my tits, don't you? Don't you, Ron?" she muttered, putting one hand behind his head to hold him against her as she rubbed herself against his face.
"Bloody fuck, Hermione, yes, they're incredible, incredible," he muttered, his voice muffled by her flesh.
And then she began to move, sliding her cunt up and down his shaft, slowly at first, but, as time passed, more and more quickly. Ron moaned and began to suck on her nipples, going from one breast to the other, devouring them hungrily.
"Oh, Ron, yes! Suck my tits! Show me how much you love them! Worship them!"
"Fuck, yeah," he said, slobbering and kneading them as she moved on his cock. "Shit, I'm gonna eat them, Hermione, and then I'm going to cover them with my cum."
"Yes," she said, arching her back and riding him faster, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Oh, yes. I want you to cum all over my breasts, Ron … my neck … my face …"
"Fuuuck!" he said, thrusting upwards violently. She went at it harder, too, and they moaned loudly, their bodies slamming into each other noisily, both seeking the ultimate pleasure only the other could provide.
At that pace, it didn't take long for Hermione to reach her climax. Slamming down onto him hard, she threw her head backwards, her eyes closed and mouth open as her pussy spasmed around him. Ron thrust even more forcefully, sending her to new heights of pleasure.
"OOH, GOD, RON! ROON!" she screamed, convulsing on top of him. Ron stared at her, enthralled by how wild and sexy she looked while cumming and kept thrusting, wanting to give her more and more pleasure.
Finally, she crumpled on top of him, sighing in pleasure, with his cock still inside her.
"Mmmh, Ron … That was fantastic …"
"And we're not done," he whispered against her ear, biting on her earlobe. "I've still got a good load of cum for you, my sexy witch."
"Mmmh," she purred. "Yes. Have me the way you like, Ron. I'm yours. Completely. Absolutely," she declared, rolling of him and lying on the bed with her legs spread.
Ron took her in for a long second and then, with an animalistic groan got between her legs and buried his cock into her pussy to the hilt, making him growl again and Hermione to arch her back from the bed.
"Oh, RON!"
"Fuck, so fucking tight and wet! Take it!" he shouted, initiating a hard, fast fucking, his whole world reduced to the feel of his cock in her snug, the jiggling of her tits and the enraptured expression on her face.
Ron thrust wildly into her for almost a minute as they grunted and moaned, and then, when he felt he was about to cum, he took it out, ignoring Hermione's moan of disappointment, and straddled her stomach, his cock protruding from his groin, hard, red and covered in her juices. Hermione's eyes fixed on it and her mouth opened in a silent moan, and then her hands flew to her tits and she pushed them together in invitation.
"Fuck!" he said, putting his cock between the two supple mounds of flesh and Hermione smiled huskily as she pressed her tits harder against it, surrounding his shaft deliciously.
"Do it, Ron. Fuck my tits. Cum all over me."
Ron groaned again and began to move his hips, sliding his cock between her boobs, his hands joining hers. He squeezed her tits through her hands, pushing even more so the channel was even tighter. Like other times, the feeling was less intense than in her pussy, but the image was tremendously arousing, and he was on the verge of cumming, so he thrust faster and faster, his eyes fixed on the way the tip of his cock emerged from between her breasts, almost hitting her on the chin. And then, as he moved, Hermione tilted her head a bit and took out her tongue, licking the tip whenever he moved forwards.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione!" he shouted, his bollocks contracting as his cock swelled and the first spurt flew from it, coating her tongue and lips with his seed. Hermione moaned and it drove Ron mad. He raised his hips and gripped his cock as his second spurt flew, falling onto her chin. "Fuuuck, cumming! Cumming!" Ron yelled as he began wanking his cock furiously, moving it from side to side, shooting his spunk all over her face and, finally, brushing the tip against her nipples to coat them in cum as well. "Oh, fucking fuck …" he moaned, watching the results of his orgasm.
"Mmmh, Ron …" Hermione moaned, licking her lips and savouring his semen, caressing her nipples with her fingers to rub the cream all over them. "You're so tasty, and it's so warm …"
"Fuck, Hermione, you drive me insane with lust," he declared, and, moving off her, he lay next to her body and took her mouth in a wild, bruising kiss.
"I love you," she said with a big grin when they pulled apart.
"And I love you too. More than anything. Fuck, Hermione, I can't get enough of you," he added, snogging her again.
"Then don't," she said between breaths, her hand sliding under his body to grab his limp prick and caress it. "I told you, Ron: I'm yours. So take me again if you want. Fuck me more."
"Merlin's balls, Love, you're insatiable. Your little pussy can't get enough of me, can it?" he asked with a smile as his right hand delved between her thighs, which she opened at once, to caress her wet folds.
"No," she admitted, "and your cock is insatiable, too. It always wants pussy, doesn't it?" she asked huskily, continuing with her ministrations.
"Yeah, but I've just come twice, very strongly, and even with my magical cock I may need a couple of minutes …" he said with a smirk.
"No, you don't," she said, sounding very sure. She got up and onto her knees, and then turned Ron over so he was on his back. Ron contemplated her, wondering what she was planning, as she got between his thighs. "Your cock is always ready for me, Ron," she stated, putting a few strands of hair behind her ear in a simple yet incredibly sexy gesture, especially when there were still rests of his cum on her face.
With her eyes still fixed on his, she grabbed his cock, which had hardened a bit, and began to stroke it softly yet firmly, and then, after half a minute, she lowered her head and engulfed it, using her tongue to move it inside her mouth. Ron groaned in pleasure, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of his cock hardening as she played with it.
Hermione moaned around him and he opened his eyes again, wanting to see her. She certainly was a sight, sucking his cock with rests of cum still on her face, and it wasn't long before he was ready again, his dick pulsating in her mouth as she slurped on it noisily.
"More, Hermione. Take it in your throat," he demanded, his voice husky. Hermione looked at him as her head bobbed, and then did as asked and lowered it until her nose touched his curls, his cock entering her throat. "Oh, fuck, yeah! More, Hermione! More! Suck on it hard!"
Hermione went at it harder and Ron groaned in ecstasy, wishing that he could be there forever, with Hermione's hot mouth swallowing his cock.
However, after a couple more minutes, she released him, giving him a long, slow suck, and then straddled him, holding his cock up and putting her pussy just over it and then rubbing the tip against her swollen clit. Hermione closed her eyes and opened her mouth in pleasure.
"Fuck, Hermione, put it in already!"
"Mmh, I like this," she purred, moving her hips to seek more friction.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're driving me mad …"
"Am I?" she asked coyly, a playful smile appearing on her face. "Mmmh, I could come like this …"
"What?" he asked. And then he put his hands on her waist and, grabbing her tightly, pushed her downwards as he thrust upwards, impaling her on his aching cock.
"AAH, RON!" she moaned, her eyes opening wide.
"Fuck, yeah!" he yelled, smiling in pleasure. "Now work that pussy, Hermione! Cum all over my cock and make me cum again!"
Hermione began a frantic fucking from the beginning, moving atop him fast and hard, her round bum hitting his thighs and making the most delicious sounds. Ron looked between them, enthralled by the sight of his hard cock piercing her cunt with each downstroke, though every now and then he glanced up at her face, contorted in pleasure, and her bouncing tits.
"Faster, Hermione!" he encouraged her, holding her strongly by her hips and helping her move. "Fuck me hard!"
"Ooh, yes, Ron! Mmmh, so good … so good! You feel so hard and big inside my tight cunt …"
"Fuck, Love, yeah, talk dirty to me!"
Hermione moaned and moved even faster, practically jumping on his lap. "Ron … Ron, I love your fucking cock … Oh, it fucks me so — aah — well, it reaches so deep inside my pussy … Aaah, I'm about to cum, Ron, I'm about to cum on your dick, leave it dripping with my juices …"
"Fuccck!" Ron shouted, thrusting harder, "you're so fucking hot! Keep going! Harder!"
Hermione threw her head backwards and slid one hand down her chest, caressing her breasts as she moved quickly, intent on reaching her orgasm. Ron contemplated her as her face changed to reflect the ecstasy she was feeling.
"I'm there, Ron! Oh, oooh, I'm there! I'm there!"
"Cum on my cock!"
Her entire body convulsed and she started moving erratically, screaming in pleasure as her pussy clenched around his cock, increasing his own pleasure as well.
"Fuck, yeah! Keep moving like that! I'm about to cum too!"
"Ooooh, Roon! God, I'm fucking cumming!" Hermione tried to keep moving even as her orgasm passed, leaving her boneless. Ron tried to help himself by thrusting harder, working against her tightness.
He was getting there when Hermione's body fell on top of him, too tired to move, but Ron just moved his hands to her bum, and, squeezing her cheeks, began moving frantically under her. Hermione kept moaning tiredly as he thrust like mad, his cock throbbing, until it exploded again, sending a few new spurts of cum into her delicious pussy, his back arching as he came powerfully.
"Oh, fuck … so good," he moaned, panting heavily as his cock deflated inside her body.
"Mmmh," she purred, nuzzling his chin with her nose. "I love you …"
"And I love you too," he said, caressing her wild hair.
"I can't move," she commented. "I feel so deliciously tired."
"Yeah, we should sleep. Tomorrow …"
"I know," she said. With an effort, she lifted her head, gave him a quick kiss and rolled to the side, snuggling against him. Ron lay there for a bit and then outstretched his hand to grab his wand. He cast a Cleaning and Refreshing Charms on them, and then threw it to the floor sighing pleasantly. "That was amazing, Love."
"Yes. You're wonderful, Ron."
"So are you," he said, putting one hand over her waist and caressing her naked back. "I love when you talk dirty."
"I know," she said, smiling a bit. "That's why I do it."
"And it turns you on as well."
"No," she denied, but, a moment later, she sighed. "Okay. Maybe a little."
Ron laughed and kissed her forehead. "I love you so much. So much!" he said, embracing her hard and rocking her. "So muuuuuuch!"
Hermione laughed. "Ron!" she admonished him playfully.
Ron sighed again, a smile on his face.
"Tired?" he asked in a more serious tone.
She nodded. "Blissfully." She looked up at him and put one hand on his face, caressing him with infinite tenderness. "Thank you, for helping me relax."
"It was a pleasure, Love. Now let's sleep. Tomorrow …"
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow everything will be okay. We've got a good plan, and the Ministry is the last place they'd think Harry would go. Besides, they think you went away and that I am sick."
"Yes, you're right."
They kissed once more, and then fell asleep in each other's arms.
Hope you enjoyed it. In next chapter will deal with the horcrux, but that will be in September, once I come back from my holidays. Meanwhile, enjoy the summer, be careful and write much Romione smut!