And here is the next chapter! After a long summer, it's finally time for Ginny and Hermione to go back to Hogwarts!
Chapter 30
Parting Ways
"More cake, Ron?" asked Hermione's mum, pointing to the tray. It was very rare that the Grangers had things like cake, but, as this was Hermione's last night before going to her final year at Hogwarts, they had bought her favourite. And, bloody hell, it was good.
"No, I've already had two helpings."
"Well, you need sustenance, with all those insane hours you spend at training," she declared. And, after a brief thought, added, "It shows, though. The training, I mean. You look quite fit now."
Ron felt his own ears burn hot.
"Mum!" said Hermione, staring at her mother open-mouthed.
Jane Granger just shrugged. "Well, dear, it's the truth. I'm not blind, you know."
"Do I have to worry?" asked William jokingly, looking down at himself. "I think I look rather good for someone nearing their fifties."
Jane chuckled and patted her husband's shoulder. "Yes, Love, you still have it."
He stared at Ron and Hermione, looking proud in quite a funny way, and both Ron and Hermione laughed.
"Does someone want tea?" asked then Jane.
"I wouldn't mind a good cup," said her husband.
"Ron? Hermione?"
"No, thanks," said Ron.
"Me neither," added Hermione. "In fact, we should get going, Ron," she added, looking at her watch.
Her mum, who was opening a cabinet to get the kettle, stopped with a hand still on the handle and looked at Hermione with longing. "Already?" she asked.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, the others must be at The Leaky Cauldron already. Tomorrow is Tuesday, after all, and we must be up early, especially Ron."
"I'm fine, Hermione," said Ron. Yeah, the long training sessions left him knackered, but she was leaving for Hogwarts the next day, and he didn't want to be the reason for her to spend less time with her parents. They had decided, along with Neville, that the three of them, their girlfriends (Neville had finally admitted he had started dating Hannah Abbott) and Luna would meet for drinks the day before Ginny, Hermione and Luna went to Hogwarts. But the Grangers had invited him to dinner, so the four of them could enjoy it together, and so there they were. After the little gathering at the Leaky she was going to spend the night at The Burrow so Ginny and she could go to London together the next day.
They got up from the kitchen table, and soon she was embracing both their parents tightly.
"We're going to miss you so much," her mum said, almost weeping. "I can't believe it's already the thirty-one. These past four months have just flown away …"
"I know," said Hermione.
"Take care of yourself, honey," said her father, kissing the top of her head. "Study, but don't forget to have some fun, you're young only once."
"Don't worry, Dad."
She sent her trunk and Crookshanks cage to The Burrow with a flick of her wand, while her parents said goodbye to Ron.
"Come and visit us sometime, even if Hermione's not here," her mum told him.
"I will," he promised. "And you must go to The Burrow for dinner one of these days."
"Definitely," agreed William, patting his back affectionately.
"Ready, Head Girl?" he asked her, his voice teasing. Since she had received her Hogwarts letter with the badge — something no one, except her, had been surprised about — he had been teasing her mercilessly. Of course, he also was incredibly proud, and he had proved it to her quite thoroughly, applying his oral skills to make her cum three times in a row.
"That joke is getting old, Ron," she replied, though her dad let out a chuckle.
"Not yet."
With a last goodbye to the Grangers, they Disapparated to Diagon Alley and then walked towards the Leaky Cauldron. Fortunately, the pub wasn't very crowded, and they spotted their friends pretty quickly, sitting at a table to the back.
"What do you want?" he asked her. "Firewhiskey?"
"No!" she replied, almost scandalised.
"Ah, yeah," he said, nodding and smirking. "We can't have the Head Girl drinking in public, what would The Daily Prophet say?"
She punched his shoulder before whispering next to his ear, "You keep joking, and you won't enjoy my Head Girl abilities ever again."
"I'll shut my trap," he quickly stated, making a gesture with his hand as if he were zipping his mouth.
"You'd better. Get me a butterbeer, will you?"
"Okay."
He went to the bar, asked Tom for two butterbeers, and then joined his friends.
"Hi, everyone."
"At last," said Ginny. "We've been waiting for twenty minutes already."
"Yes, Harry was already saying you might have lost track of time while doing some exercise after dinner," piped up Neville. "You really need more exercise? After everything we do at training?" he asked, looking at him incredulously.
Ron threw Harry a deathly glare, but his best friend just shrugged and smiled. "Thought you two had gone for a walk …" he said, and Ginny burst into laughter. Neville and Hannah just looked at them, confused, while Luna simply kept sipping her drink in her usual fashion. Ron and Hermione, however, glared at him, both red in the face.
"If you want to test whether you can survive a third Killing Curse, Harry, just say so," spat Hermione.
"Are we missing something?" asked Hannah, her eyes moving between Ron and Hermione and Harry and Ginny.
"I think Harry and Ginny thought Ron and Hermione were going to be late because they would be having sex," blurted out Luna in her dreamy voice, causing Neville, who has just taken a sip of his drink, to splutter.
Hannah pressed her lips together, as if she was not sure about how to react, while Harry and Ginny burst into raucous laughter.
"We just wanted to stay a bit more with Hermione's parents and enjoying dinner," explained Ron, his ears completely red. "But what would be the problem if we really were having sex?" he added, his tone challenging.
"Oh, I think it would be rather beneficial," responded Luna. "Sex helps to keep Dunderweep wasps away and is rather pleasurable as well."
No one asked what a 'Dunderweep wasp' was. Instead, Ron said, "That settles the question, then. It's important to keep those wasps as far away as possible."
Everyone at the table, save Luna, who was nodding at Ron, shared looks before bursting into loud laughter again.
When they calmed down, Harry took a sip of his drink and then said, changing the subject, "I can't believe it's already the thirty-one of August. It seems it was only yesterday when we came back from Italy."
"I know," said Ginny. "Summer has gone by too quickly. Even though this one was quite long …"
"It feels strange not going back," commented then Neville with longing. "I mean, it's good to start our adult lives, but, after seven years … And well, it's hard to have the memories of our last year marred by the presence of the Carrows."
"Yes," nodded Hannah.
"So you're enjoying the Auror training, Neville?" asked Hermione, who hadn't seen him since the award ceremony.
"Well, it's hard, but yeah, I like it. I don't see myself as an Auror for all my life, mind you, but for me it's a way to honour my parents and help lock away all the Death Eaters. But come a few years, I think I'd like to work as a teacher."
"A teacher? Really?" asked Ron, surprised. Neville had never mentioned that during training.
"Yeah. Not teaching potions, obviously," Neville said, and everyone laughed. "But I see myself teaching Herbology one day. Hogwarts changed us all, our years there shaped us into the people we're today, and I can't imagine a higher honour that forming other young wizards and witches."
"That's amazing, Neville," said Hermione, smiling at him. "What about you, Hannah?"
"Well, you're exactly in my future," she said.
Ginny frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Well, Tom and my grandad are cousins, and he wants to retire, so I'm going to start working here, and in a few months I'll take over. Like Neville, I'm not sure that will be for ever, but I like it here. Working in a pub might not seem very exciting, but I like how lively this is, and how most of the wizards and witches spend time here from time to time. So well, consider yourselves invited to the next round."
"Cheers!" shouted Ron, raising his glass.
They were half-way the promised free round when Seamus, Dean, Parvati and Lavender appeared. Dean was going to Hogwarts as well, and Seamus wanted to send him off 'properly.'
"Well, a free round for you four as well, then," said Hannah, while they gathered more chairs.
"Really?" asked Seamus, grinning. "Ah, Hannah, I always knew you were a special one!" he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"Cut it off, prat," said Neville, kicking his leg playfully.
"Yeah. One'd say I'm not enough for you," said Lavender, though her tone was teasing.
"Oh, you're more than enough, Love," he said, his grin telling everyone what he was thinking about.
"So you're together, then?" asked Ginny.
"Yeah," said Seamus, nodding. "Ain't I a lucky sod?"
"Clearly more than you deserve," Neville answered. He looked at Lavender. "How did you end up with this git?"
Lavender shrugged. "I blame it on the alcohol."
Everyone laughed. Seamus, however, was not fazed in the least.
"Nah, she just felt my large, awesome cock," he replied, grinning. "Most amazing one she's ever seen," he added.
"Merlin, Seamus!" exclaimed Parvati, shaking her head.
"Well, it's true."
"Doubt it, she's seen Ron's," blurted out Hermione, making everyone choke in surprise before they broke into raucous laughter, except for Ron, who looked at his girlfriend completely shocked.
"Hermione!"
"Well, it's true," she said, repeating Seamus's words.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, shut up!" yelled Ginny. "I don't want to hear about Seamus's cock, and much less about my brother's!"
They all laughed again, and ended up having three more rounds, talking and laughing and having a really good time, before they decided to call it a night, as Harry, Ron and Neville had to be up for training early, and Ginny, Dean, Luna and Hermione had to catch the train. After saying their goodbyes, the four friends Apparated to the Burrow, still chatting and smiling.
Ron's parents were already in bed, and the four of them made a brief stop in the kitchen to have some water before heading upstairs for bed.
When they entered his bedroom, Ron immediately closed and Silenced the room, then leant against it, watching as Hermione took off her jacket and put it over his desk chair, his eyes quickly going to how the denim skirt she was wearing framed her ass.
"I still can't believe you said that," he blurted out.
Hermione turned round to look at him.
"That I said what?"
"That thing about my cock. That was really hot," he said.
Hermione's cheeks turned a bit pink. "I said that without thinking," she responded. "But I wanted to wipe that smile off Seamus's face."
"Well, I don't think you managed to do that, Love, but you got my cock going …" he trailed off as he moved, silently, until he was behind her. He wrapped his arms around her middle and then slid his hands up to cup her tits over her t-shit and bra. His cock had already hardened, and he pressed it against her ass.
"Ron …" she said, leaning against him but grabbing his hands so he couldn't continue kneading her. He didn't fail to notice she hadn't muttered his name in the wanton way she used when she was horny. On the contrary, it sounded like when she was about to chastise him for something.
"What?" he said, bucking his hips a bit.
"It's late, I'm tired, and you've got to get up in less than seven hours."
Ron stopped completely. "So — you don't want to have sex, then?" he asked, unable to mask his disappointment.
She pulled his hands away from her and turned on the spot to face him, her face apologetic. "Just tired. Sorry. I really wanted to, you know, before, but I was thinking we were going to come back earlier."
"Oh," he said simply, smacking himself mentally. Fuck, why the hell didn't he say he wanted to come back sooner? In fact, why the fuck had they gone to the fucking Leaky Cauldron? This was the last time he would see her in weeks! Weeks!
She stared at him, and then burst into laughter.
"What?" he asked, dumbfounded. "What are you laughing at?"
She put her hands on his shoulders, shaking her head. "Oh, Ron, do you really think I will pass on the last chance to make love to you before we part?"
"You won't?"
"No," she whispered, her tone getting more seductive.
"So — we will fuck?"
"Oh, dear, we will. We definitely will …" she trailed off, before moving her hands to his neck and bringing his face down so their mouths could meet in a passionate kiss.
"Hermione, that was rather cruel, you know," he said, giving her a hurt look.
She laughed softly. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. Besides, I like knowing I still can surprise you."
"You cheeky witch," he said, his hands moving to her waist, where they slid under her t-shirt to touch her warm, bare skin. "You're going to pay for that, you know."
"Will I?" she asked, her tone coy. "And what are you going to do? Spank me?" she asked, her tone daring.
"Maybe," he said, using his right hand to give her bum a soft slap. "But you might enjoy that, so, as I was the offended party, I think you should make up to me. With your mouth around my cock."
"Oh, and I won't like that, then?"
"You might, but it will please me."
"So — what?" she asked, her fingers playing with the hairs on his nape. "Should I get on my knees?"
He thought about it, and about her suggestion of a spanking, and a naughty idea came to his mind.
"No. I've got other ideas. Undress me."
She looked at him for a few seconds, her eyes darkening with obvious lust. Without breaking their eye connection, she moved her hands down his chest and to the hem of his jumper, lifting it to take it over his head, doing the same to his t-shirt a moment later, so he was standing in his room wearing only his trousers. Hermione slid his hands over his chest, and this time her eyes followed her hands.
"Mmmh, Mum was right, you look fitter. Broader. More … defined," she whispered, biting her lower lip. "I wonder what you can do with a stronger body …"
"Keep going," he told her, her words making his cock throbbing with desire for her. "I'm quite uncomfortable."
"Oh, yes, I imagine," she said, nodding, moving her right hand to cup his bulge, which made him moan. She smiled, and then added, "Let's see what we've got here …"
She undid his trousers slowly — too slowly, in Ron's opinion — and then yanked then down. She crouched down and lifted each of his feet, taking his trainers off before freeing the leg from his trousers. After throwing them to the side, she proceeded to take off his socks.
"You're testing my patience, Hermione," he said, trying to sound strong and dominating and only managing to sound needy and a bit desperate.
"You know me," she said, looking up at him with a serious expression, betrayed by the obvious mirth in her eyes. "I like to be thorough."
"Free my cock. Now," he ordered, and this time, he did sound dominating.
Hermione slid her hands up his thighs, ticking his skin and leaving gooseflesh on their wake, and then caressed his bulge once more before, slowly and carefully, pulling down his boxers and revealing his achingly hard cock.
"Mmmh, Ron, it looks amazing," she said as she slid the boxers down. Ron stepped out of them and stood in front of her, completely naked. "Does it hurt?" she asked innocently, touching the tip with her finger.
"Wrap your hand around it and give it a stroke."
Hermione did as told, acting as if this was her first time with a cock (which only drove Ron wild with lust) and then moved her hand along his shaft, causing him to hiss in relief.
"Aaahh, yes, your hand feels good …" he moaned. Though he had intended to let her give him only one stroke, he let himself enjoy it for a while. "Cup my balls with your other hand and knead them gently," he ordered.
She obeyed and lifted her left hand to massage his balls. Ron moaned again, closing his eyes briefly to enjoy the sensation.
"Stop now," he said after a half a minute. "Get up and take off your clothes. Slowly and sexily."
Hermione got up, and Ron lied on comfortably on the bed, eager to watch the show. Hermione locked eyes with him and, grabbing her t-shirt, lifted it slowly, revealing her creamy stomach and then her delicious breasts, covered in a satin dark blue bra. He fought the need to wank as he watched, and put his arms under his head to avoid temptation. Hermione discarded her t-shirt and moved her hands to the buttons of her skirt. "Do you like the view?" she asked.
"Oh, I do," he nodded. "Go on. Show me the rest."
She undid the three buttons, rather slowly, giving Ron a sneak peek of her black panties.
"Come on," he urged, squirming a bit on the bed. "Take it off, Hermione."
She pushed the skirt down, letting it fall to the floor, and Ron almost groaned. The black knickers were fitting and tiny, framing her pussy perfectly, with a band of lace on top of the waistband.
"Turn around. Let me see the back."
She complied with his request, and Ron couldn't help it any longer. He took his right hand from under his head and moved it to his cock, giving it a couple of strokes. Her panties covered half of her buttocks, clinging deliciously to her skin.
"Take it all off. Quickly," he growled.
Hermione turned round once more and unclasped her bra, letting it fall. Her tits jiggled a bit, and he licked his lips. Fuck, her nipples were really hard and quite mouth-watering.
"Jump."
Hermione, who was about to take her panties off, stopped at once. "What?"
"Jump."
"You want me to jump?" she asked, knitting her brows in confusion.
"Yeah. I want to see your tits bounce."
She arched her eyebrows, staring at him in disbelief for a few seconds. Ron was sure she wouldn't comply, and he was right. However, she shook her upper body, making both tits jiggle and bounce up and down and from side to side. Ron moved his hand faster on his dick. "Fuck, Hermione! That's so sexy!"
She stopped, her cheeks a bit flushed. "Can I take my panties off now?"
"Yeah. But turn around. I want to see that ass."
She spun around and then, sticking out her bum, she pushed her panties down, baring her perfect cheeks. She bent over as she slid the tiny piece of cloth down her smooth legs, giving him a good view of her pussy from behind. He had to use all his self-control to avoid jumping off the bed, shove her against the wall and fuck her hard.
"Now what?" she asked, facing him again.
Ron stared at her nude, perfect body, and remembered his original plan. He scooted closer to the wall and patted the mattress next to him. "Get in here and suck my cock."
Hermione moved to the bed, lying down slowly and seductively, until her face was just next to his cock. Ron shifted a bit and sat up, leaning against the headboard, and moved the hand on his cock to her back, caressing her soft skin down to her ass, which looked fantastic: round, supple, firm. He couldn't help it and gave it a rough squeeze.
"Come on, Hermione. Wrap those pretty lips around my cock. You're going to take me deep in your mouth."
"For how long?" she asked coyly.
"For how long it takes," was his answer.
"For how it takes — to what?" she inquired innocently.
"For you to get to the creamy end."
"Cream?" she said. "But my parents don't let me eat sweet things. They say they're bad for my teeth."
"Not this kind of cream," he said, still caressing her ass. "It's salty, not sweet. And, anyway, this is supposed to be your punishment, so you don't have a say. Just put my cock in your mouth and suck hard."
She looked at him for a few seconds, and then turned her face to look at his cook. Pushing a few strands of hair behind her ear, she approached his dick, already leaking in anticipation and gave it a tentative lick.
"Mmmmh, yeah. Come on, Hermione. Suck it."
"It's not bad," she commented after another couple of licks.
"The final release will taste much better. Thick and hot."
"Mmmh, I like thick and hot," she purred, and then, finally, took his tip into her mouth, sealing her lips around it.
"Aaah, yessss. Use your tongue too. Swirl it around the tip while you suck."
She did as told, moving slowly, as if this was truly the first time. It drove Ron mad with lust. She looked so fucking innocent, and, at the same time, so alluring with his cock in her mouth. After playing with her tongue for a bit, she began to take more on his shaft, her head bobbing up and down. Ron closed his eyes briefly and moaned, his hand still caressing her ass. It was fantastic, to have her blowing him while he could play with that perfect bum. Shit, he was going to miss this so much …
But that thought flew from his mind when she began to suck harder, taking him deeper and deeper. He waited for a bit, until she had developed a good rhythm, and then lifted his hand and brough it down hard, slapping her ass and making that delightful ass ripple deliciously.
"Ahh!" she moaned in surprise, releasing him. "What —?" she started to ask, but was interrupted when he smacked her cheeks again.
"Keep sucking!" he ordered harshly. And when she took him in her mouth again, he added, "You were quite cheeky, so I decided that just one punishment won't be enough. You're going to suck my cock, and suck it hard and deep, and I'll keep spanking your amazing ass. The quicker you make me cum, the sooner I'll stop. Now nod if you got it."
Hermione tilted her head a bit and nodded.
"Good." He spanked her again. "Now suck!"
Hermione began to suck, and this time she forgot about pretences and used all her experience to bring him to orgasm. She took almost all his length with every downstroke, his tip entering her tight throat every time and giving him incredible pleasure. She also moved her hand to his balls, kneading them the way he liked.
"Fuck, fuck, like that!" he moaned as his hand smacked her ass, which was turning red. "Harder, Hermione, deeper! Ohh, fuck, you're amazing!"
Hermione just kept sucking with hunger while she squirmed under his spanking. Ron was now getting closer and closer to bursting, the pleasure of her mouth and tight throat almost too much for his throbbing cock, so instead of delivering regular slaps to her ass, her would give her one and then knead and grope her bountiful flesh. While he did that, his fingers would delve into her crack and, sometimes, between her legs. Her pussy was already soaking.
Hermione began to moan and hum around him, the vibration of her throat doing wonders for his dick. He was lost in the pleasure she was giving him. He smacked her a couple of times, then his hand groped her bum roughly and possessively, mauling those cheeks he so loved and then, assaulted by a sudden impulse, he delved between her legs and shoved his middle finger in her drenched cunt, starting a fast finger-fucking.
She moaned loudly, but she didn't stop sucking. In fact, she went harder at it, swallowing his entire pole and applying an incredibly amount of suction while she kneaded his balls even harder.
"Oh, fuuuck, Hermione, fuuuck, yeah! Shit, get ready, I'm gonna cum hard! FUUUUUCK!" he shouted as he exploded down her throat. Hermione began to swallow, her throat constricting around him, massaging his cock as it unloaded.
When the most of it was over, she lifted her head a bit, and let the last of it to spurt into her mouth. She moaned and sucked, her tongue licking his tip as she kept swallowing, drinking every drop until his cock was completely clean. Then she released him, and his shaft hit his lower stomach, glistening with her saliva.
"Oh, hoy fuck …"
"Did I do well?" she asked, acting coyly once more.
"Fuck, that was amazing. I hope you learned your lesson …"
"I did. Did you enjoy spanking my ass while I sucked you off, Ron?"
"Shit, yeah, it felt amazing."
Hermione shifted on the bed until she was lying next to him, her face close to his. He glanced down at her tits, and then grabbed one with his left hand, kneading it eagerly before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss. He could taste himself in her mouth, and it only aroused him, knowing she had swallowed all his seed and had enjoyed it. The hand on her breast gave her a good squeeze and then moved down her body and to her groin. She opened her legs quickly, and he smiled into the kiss at her eagerness. His hand cupped her dripping pussy and gave it a few good rubs, then used two fingers to trace her slit, getting her even wetter before setting those fingers on her swollen clit, making circles around it.
"Mmmmh, Rooon …" she moaned in pleasure, breaking the kiss. She dropped onto the bed, twisting her body so she was on her back and bit her lower lip, closing her eyes as she enjoyed his ministrations.
"Like this, Hermione?"
"Yes, yes. But use your mouth, please. Eat me out, Ron. Drink my juices. I'm so wet …"
"Shit, yeah, you are." He lowered his head to her tits and sucked on both her nipples for a bit before moving down to settle between her open legs. "Bloody fuck, Hermione, you've got such a juicy pussy. I love it."
Ron used his thumbs to spread her folds, revealing her pink lips, clit and hole, and began to lap the bundle of nerves quickly, causing her to squirm and arch her back on the bed. She cupped her tits and began to knead them fervently as he continued worshipping her pussy. After lapping for a while, he closed his lips around it and sucked hard, making her squeal in pure delight.
"Ohhh, Ron, yes, yes, yes! Just like that, oh, suck it like that!"
"Cum for me," he said, moving his right hand so he could finger her. "Cum for me and give me those tasty juices I love so much."
"Just keep going and I'll cum, Ron! I'll cum hard and you can drink to your heart's content!" Ron, spurred by her words, resumed sucking hard while his fingers worked at a fast pace, pushing her pleasure to new heights. "Oh, gods, gods, Ron, feels so good, so fucking good, oh, oooh, gods, gods, gods, I'm about to cum! Ohh, I'm cumming, Ron, I'm cummiiiiing!"
Ron grunted, the taste, the delicious smell and her moans driving him insane with renewed lust. His cock had hardened completely once more while he sucked her. He kept going as she climaxed, and then extracted his coated fingers and moved his mouth down to suck on her hole, his tongue moving inside so he could collect everything she had to offer. He kept sucking and licking long after her orgasm had ebbed away, just relishing the amazing taste and smell of her delicious pussy, and only stopped when she moved her hands to his hair and pulled.
"Ron, I want you inside. Now."
Ron gave her slit one last long lick and then moved up her body until his cock was against her hole, his face just over hers.
"I want to taste myself on you, and I want you to push you cock in while I do that."
Ron groaned and lowered his face to hers. She kissed him, basically sucking on his mouth. Then he pushed his tongue into hers, and the moment her one touched his, he thrust hard into her, burying his cock in her tight and delectable pussy to the hilt. Hermione moaned loudly, and then sucked on his tongue hard, savouring herself. Ron groaned deeply and began to fuck her hard, one hand gripping hers over her head, the other cupping her ass to press her against him. She shifted her legs, opening them wider, and Ron moved the hand on her bum to her thigh, pulling up higher on his side as he fucked her fast and hard, drowning in the sea of pleasure her cunt offered.
"Hermione, you feel so bloody good … Shit, I can't get enough of you, you're everything to me … Fuck, I need to get closer, to — to —"
"Yes, Ron, yes," she moaned, moving her free hand over his back. "I want that as well, I want you deeper in me, I need to feel you in my soul …"
With a loud growl, he claimed her mouth once more, the kiss forceful and intense and oh, so glorious. He knew he couldn't fuck her at this rate while he kissed her like this, or they would asphyxiate, but he couldn't stop, the need to own her as completely as possible almost overwhelming. His cock was entering and exiting her pussy incredibly fast and hard, his base rubbing her clit with every thrust, and he knew they both would cum soon. Yet he knew it wouldn't be enough, and he didn't care that the next day he would be like an inferi at training, he would fuck her as many times as he could tonight, he would fill her with his seed so many times she would keep in her until they met again …
"Oh, Ron, Ron, I'm just there again! Oh, gods, Ron, I'm — oohh, fuck! — I'm about to cum! Don't stop, please, go harder! Go harder and deeper!"
Ron wasn't sure it was possible to achieve that, but he tried to move even faster, his hips pistoning at top speed. He could almost hear the fantastic, squelching sound of his dick entering her sopping wet pussy over and over and over again.
"Me too. Fuck, me too, your pussy feels so fucking good! It's so tight, so wet and hot! Shit, I love you, I love your tits, I love your pussy! I love — your pussy!" he repeated, his downthrusts hard and powerful.
She came completely undone, her body squirming under his assault as her mouth opened in a silent scream of extreme pleasure. Ron watched her, unable to take his eyes of the incredibly sexy girl she was fucking with all his might and, with a roar, he buried himself as deep as he could and came as well, grunting against her neck while he shot spurt after spurt of his creamy seed into the depths of her hungry pussy.
"Shit, 'Ermyohnee …" he moaned, his hand moving over her side and up to her squashed tits.
"Gods, Ron, it was incredible …" she whispered, kissing his face repeatedly while she caressed his damp hair.
After half a minute, Ron regained enough strength to raise his torso and look down at her. They stared into each other's eyes, basking in the love they shared, communicating without the need to talk at all. In that moment, they couldn't understand each other better it they had been expert legilimens.
Their heads moved at the same time and they kissed, softly, languidly, their hands moving over the other, revelling in the contact of their entwined bodies.
Ron's cock had barely softened, and when she began to tighten her vaginal muscles around him, he went completely hard in a second.
"Hermione …" he whimpered.
"Again, Ron."
"Again."
He kissed her hard, and began to move once more, slowly. Then, after a couple of minutes, he got to his knees and grabbed her thighs from under her knees, pushing her legs against her torso so he could drive deep into her. Hermione moaned loudly and tilted her head backwards, revealing her delicious neck, her tits full and looking amazing as she arched her back.
"Hold your own legs," he told her.
She moved her hands to his and held herself open for him. Ron moved his own hands to her waist and began to fuck her harder and faster while he watched her tits bounce. The sight was just too erotic, and so his hand took frequent detours to knead and massage them.
Her jiggling boobs were not the only sexy sight, though. In this position, he could just look down and watch his cock as it went in and out of her perfect pussy, stretching her lips around his girth. The image made him feel powerful and strong, and he went faster.
"Look at this, Hermione. See how my cock fucks your sexy pussy … Shit, it's amazing …"
She lifted her head a bit to look down, and the moment she lay her eyes on their connection she let out a loud moan, her eyes darkening even further.
"We look so good together, Ron … It feels amazing having you enter and exit and me and seeing it is almost as good … Fuck, your cock is amazing … Always so hard and — ahhh! — ready to go …"
"For you," he grunted as he fucked her harder. "My cock is always ready for you and your tight pussy … your wonderful ass … your sexy mouth …"
Ron's her like this for a while, until her felt she was close. Then he used his right hand to rub her clit fast. Her entire body tensed, her desire coiling tightly, tightly … until it snapped.
"OHHH, FUCK, RON! OH, GODS, I'M COMING! Dontstopdontstopdontstop! I'm cumming so hard!"
Ron didn't stop and kept fucking her while her pussy contracted around him, making him roll his eyes in his sockets due to the amazing sensation. Fuck, her pussy was incredible!
When her body finally sagged in bliss, her bent over her, his cock buried deep in her still fluttering twat, and he kissed her tits, lavishing her nipples before claiming her mouth.
"Good?" he asked against her lips.
She nodded eagerly. "Amazing." She pecked him. "But you're not done …" she added, squeezing him.
"We are not done. Not by a long shot …" he whispered back, and then grabbed her and rolled them over so she was on top of him. "Ride me," he demanded, his hands settling on her hips.
She kissed him, her tits grazing his pecs and arousing him even further, before sitting up and starting a hard, fast pace. She moved her pussy up and down his hard shaft relentlessly, flooding their horny bodies with waves and waves of pure pleasure. Ron's hands moved to her ass, back to her hips and then up to her breasts, which he squeezed with relish. He bucked his own hips to counter her moves, and soon they were fucking at a frantic pace, both of them enjoying it immensely. Ron felt himself getting close, after how hard he had fucked her on top. And now, seeing her like this, so sexy and wanton, he knew he wouldn't last.
"Shit, Hermione, I'm gonna cum, but I want you to keep going until you cum as well."
"Gods, Ron!"
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, move like that!" he begged, thrusting upwards very quickly while he held her by her hips and ass. Unable to move, she just stayed still, taking his pounding. However, she moved a bit to lower her torso so her tits touched his face. He quickly took one in his mouth, sucking greedily while he sped up towards his orgasm.
"Umnnnngh," he groaned around her tit as he felt his balls tighten. "Shit, cumming! Fuck, ahh, fuck! Cumming!"
"Cum in me, Ron!" she demanded, as he kept pounding into her willing body. "Give it all to me!"
Ron gave her a few more thrusts to ensure every drop was deposited in her perfect cunt, and then stopped moving, panting heavily.
"Bloody hell …"
"Mmmh, Ron, you're incredible, your cock is still hard," she said sexily, kissing him. "You got me so hot and bothered again, I'm going to keep riding your awesome dick, okay?"
"Yeah, do it. Use my cock until you cum again."
She began to move, slowly at first, but then sat up and began to ride him furiously, her hips a blur on top of him. Despite his recent orgasm, he moaned at the pleasure her pussy gave him, and he moved his hands to her tits, to rub her nipples and help her going. As she got closer, she arched her back and put her hands on his thighs, leaning backwards as he bounced on top of him. Wanting her to cum hard, he moved his right hand down her tummy and towards her groin, his thumb setting on her clit, which he began to rub expertly.
"Aaah, Ron, yes, like that! Touch my clit like that! Gods, I'm going to cum again! I'm going to cum again, Ron!"
"Yeah, cum for me! Fuck, you're so hot and sexy!"
"Oh, gods, Ron I'm — Ohhh, fuck, yes, yes, yessss!" she screamed as she orgasmed, her body convulsing atop his. Ron watched her, enthralled by her beauty, and, when she came down from her high and fell on top of him, he embraced her, his hands caressing her sweaty back.
"I love you so much …" she whispered.
"I love you too. I adore you, Hermione … My Hermione …" he said kissing her temple.
"I'm going to miss you so much …" she said after a while, her voice laced with emotion, as she looked into his eyes.
"I know. Me too. The idea of not seeing you in weeks is — is —" he shook his head.
"Horrible, I know," he finished for him as she caressed his cheek. "But I'm still here. And I want this night to be unforgettable for us both. Do you want to keep going?"
"Fuck, yes. I want more of you. I want all of you, Hermione …"
"Then have me, Ron. Any way you want."
Ron claimed her mouth again, snogging her senseless, and then pushed her onto her back. He moved down to her sopping pussy, leaking with his cum, and began to suck her clit again. Being still sensitive, she tensed a bit, so Ron opted to lick her slit, not caring about tasting himself. He shoved two fingers in her hole and fucked her for a bit, before moving them to the entrance of her ass. The moment she felt his fingers between her cheeks, she spread her legs wide and raised them, giving him more space. He pushed one finger in her ass, stretching her a bit before adding another, and kept licking her as he moved in her tight asshole.
"It's enough," she said, panting. "Come here, Ron."
Ron, eager, moved up her body and kissed her hard. Hermione held her up and open once more, and Ron, staring into her eyes, used his hand to nudge his cock between her cheeks so the tip was against her tightest hole. "Ready?"
She nodded eagerly. "Fuck my ass, Ron."
Ron grunted as he pushed, shoving his cock past her tight ring and into her sphincter. It felt so snug and so good that he had to close his eyes to savour it.
"Shit, I love your ass …"
"Gods, Ron, I feel so full …"
He pushed until his entire cock was lodged in her asshole and then kissed her, allowing her a moment to adjust before starting to move. He started taking just a couple of inches before thrusting back in, but soon he was extracting it almost completely before burying it again in her ass, his cock sending jolts of amazing pleasure throughout his body.
After a bit, Ron moved one hand to her tits, enjoying both mounds while he fucked her. Sometimes he would lower his face to kiss her, and other he would just stare at her pleasure-ridden face. Shit, it still amazed her, after more than a year of enjoying her ass, that she loved it that much and even could come from that alone.
As she had come four times, he knew this wouldn't happen now, so he decided to enjoy it to the fullest, thinking she was content with this one being just for him. He realised how wrong he was, however, when she moved her right hand between their bodies to touch her clit.
"Shit, Hermione, you wanna cum too!"
"Uh, Ron, yes, yes. I was going to let you enjoy this, but gods, it's so hot, you look so sexy fucking me this way and I can't help it, I want to come again …"
"Shit, yeah! Cum again! Cum with me!" he encouraged, moving faster in her ass. Excited beyond measure, both moved quickly to another climax. Ron reached it first, driving his cock as deep as he could in her ass while he unloaded again in that tight, constricting hole. "Unnnnngh, Hermione, so good! Your ass is so fucking good! Ahh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Gods, Ron, I'm close as well! Keep it in me, please, I want to be full of your cock when I orgasm!" she demanded, her hand moving fast on her clit, almost with desperation.
Ron kissed her and pinched her nipple, pushing her closed towards the edge, which she reached barely a minute later, shouting her pleasure into his mouth.
With a sigh of pleasure and bliss, Ron rolled of her and, sated, they lay on their sides, their hands around the other.
"Love, I can affirm with absolute certainty that we're amazing at fucking," he blurted out, grinning like a fool.
She laughed. "Oh, such nice phrasing, Ron. I must be rubbing off on you."
"You definitely are," he said, his hand moving to her bum.
They kissed again.
And it turned out they were not completely sated, after all. After ten minutes of kisses and caresses, she pulled away and looked into his eyes before saying, "Do you want to fill me again?"
As a response, Ron kissed her hard, and pushing her onto her back, he slipped his hard cock into her pussy, and they made love again. As they had sated their most urgent needs before, this time they made love slowly, savouring every touch, every kiss, every moan. Before finishing, she pushed him so she could get on top, and then they both lay on their sides, his front to her back as he fucked her from behind. Ron tried to touch her clit, but she stopped him, telling him it was a bit sore after so much rubbing that night. So, after a while, she rode him again to finish, and then he put her on her hands and knees, taking her from behind until he came once more in her while he squeezed her ass.
Then, finally satisfied and completely worn out, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
— o —
Ron couldn't believe Hermione had agreed to this. They were flying on his broom over the fields near The Burrow, high in the air. She was in from of him, with her blouse open, and she wasn't wearing a bra. And while she steered, Ron was happily playing with her tits, while he ground his hard cock against her ass.
"Ron?" he heard her ask.
"Yeah, Hermione? Want me to finger you here in the air?"
"Ron?" she said again, only she sounded odd, as if she were far away instead of just in front of him. "Ron, wake up!"
And, suddenly, he was in his bed, with Hermione partially hovering over him, her hair, wild after sleeping, hanging around her face.
"What? Whaddsap?" he asked, still in daze. And then he remembered the night before, and that today she was leaving for Hogwarts. Fuck, he had just fallen asleep, why was she waking him up? "What time is it?" he asked
"A quarter past six."
"A quarter past six?" he repeated, frowning. "Hermione, I haven't got to get up until a quarter to seven!" Training started at half past eight, but all trainees were required to run for half an hour and then shower before that. And 45 minutes were enough to get up, get dressed, have a good breakfast and Apparate to the training facilities.
"I know," she said, looking a bit sheepish. "But I wanted to — well, to say goodbye to you, so I set an alarm for this hour …" She trailed off, saying those words in a way that told Ron that 'say goodbye' meant much more than actually uttering the words.
"So you didn't have enough last night?" he asked, now grinning. He had been having a good dream, though now was quite blurry, but he was sure involved him doing naughty things to Hermione. But well, having the real Hermione do those things were much, much better …
"I just want to take advantage of every minute with you."
Ron couldn't help it: he kissed her. After just a bit, however, Hermione pulled away and reached for her wand, using it to cast Freshening Charms on both their mouths. So, with a minty taste in his tongue, Ron kissed her again, his hands going to her back and then to her ass. Hermione's didn't remain still — she slid her left hand down his stomach until it found his erection, grabbing it tightly.
"What were you dreaming about, Ron?" she asked with a smile.
"Not sure, but I think it involved you naked and my broomstick … My actual broomstick, I mean."
She laughed. "You're so weird," she told him, and then kissed him again. Soon passion took control of their young bodies, and she straddled him. He moved his right hand to her pussy and rubbed her, making sure she was completely wet and ready, before she impaled herself on his cock with a sigh of pleasure.
"How can you be so tight after how much we fucked last night?"
"Does it matter?" she asked, beginning to move.
Ron let out a moan. "Not at all."
"Good. Now let me ride your cock and use your mouth for something useful," she demanded, arching her back letting her breasts hung just in front of his face. Eager, he grabbed them in his hands and kneaded them, before taking her left nipple in his mouth, sucking with gusto and causing her to moan louder and to work her pussy faster.
Ron switched tits, using one hand to knead the other, and the free hand to squeeze her ass. She seemed to really like it, as she moved faster and harder over his dick.
"Mmmh, Ron, you should come with me," she between pants. "We could do this every morning and I'd be much more relaxed in classes … Oh, gods, your cock feels so good …"
"Shit, Hermione, don't tempt me. Come on, you can do it harder. Fuck yourself on my cock!"
Hermione went harder and lifted her torso as her hips bucked repeatedly. Ron watched her tits bounce again and again, his cock getting harder at the sight. Fuck, she really did have amazing boobs, he could play with them all day …
"Mmmmh, oh, gods …" she moaned, and Ron knew for sure she was on the verge of coming. So he moved his right hand to her pussy and used his thumb to rub her.
It was like magic.
After just ten seconds, she snapped her eyes open and her entire body sent rigid for a moment before exploding in orgasmic bliss, her fantastic cunt fluttering around his cock, trying to milk it. Ron watched her as she writhed, until, with a loud moan, she slumped on top of him, panting heavily.
"Merlin, every morning should start like this …" she muttered.
"Definitely," he said, grinning. He was still very hard, though, so, after allowing her a minute of rest, he sat up and manoeuvred them so she was sitting on his crotch, with her legs wrapped around his body. She put her arms around his neck, and he held her by her ass, helping her move up and down his needy dick, her slippery, hot pussy feeling amazing around him. With their gazes locked, sharing the love and lust they felt for each other, they began to move, gaining speed as their passion increased, until the sound of her ass slapping against his thighs filled the room completely. Ron felt himself getting closer to cumming, but he needed a bit more, so, when he noticed he had reached the highest point in this position, her pushed her so she was on her back, and began to pound into her furiously from above.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, gonna cum! Gonna fill your pussy once more!"
"Do it, Ron! I am yours, so mark me as such!"
"Holy fuuuck, Love, aaaah, here it — FUUUCK, YEAH! YEAH!" he shouted as his cock exploded deep in her pussy, shooting torrents of cum into her willing, eager hole.
Hermione held him tightly while he climaxed, as if she wanted their bodies to fuse into one and then, when it was over, she kissed him with as much passion as she could muster.
"Fuck, that was — amazing," he said between pants when they pulled apart. "If I ever shout at you for waking me up early, hex me."
She let out a giggle and kissed him again.
"I'll keep that in mind."
They shared a few more kisses, Ron still half hard inside her, yet neither of them made any gesture to move, both wanting to savour their connection for as long as they could. However, a few minutes later, he moved off her so not to crush her, and she snuggled against him.
"Will you write to me tonight?" he asked her. "And as soon as you know about Hogsmeade visits?"
"Yes," she promised. "I think we'll get more of those this year, or that was what Kingsley suggested last week. I think everyone needs some fun after last year."
"Makes sense. And works wonderfully for us."
"I'll still miss you," she said, caressing the stubble on his cheek. "You and Harry. Hogwarts won't be the same without you."
"I know. What would you do without me pestering you and not having to worry about someone trying to kill the bespectacled git?"
She seemed to think about it. "Mmmh … Study? Sleep without fear?"
"Yes, I suppose," he said, chuckling.
"Oh, yes, and masturbate," she added in the same tone she might have sued to talk about folding her clothes. "Masturbate a lot thinking about my boyfriend and his magical cock."
"Fuck, Hermione!" he shouted, his dick twitching a bit at the image.
"Won't you wank about me?"
"Every day," he promised. "Will you — will you tell me about you fingering yourself?" he asked, hopeful.
She gave him a wicked smile. "Do you want me to write dirty letters to you, Mr Weasley?"
"I do, Ms Granger. And I promise to do the same."
"Then I cannot refuse, can I?" she replied, and kissed him again.
After a couple of minutes, Hermione looked at the time. It was twenty to seven, so she got out of the bed. Ron pouted, but she just smiled at him, and then moved to the window, still completely naked. Ron's eyes roamed over her sexy back and that delicious, amazing ass. His cock hardened completely once more, and he knew he had to have her again, one last time.
So he got up and moved until he was behind her, grabbing her by her waist and nestling his dick in between those plump, round cheeks.
"Hermione, I need you again. Can I?"
She turned her face to look at him. "Yes."
Excited, Ron quickly moved them so she was pushed against the desk. She bent over it, sticking out her perfect ass, and Ron's hand went to it at once, caressing and kneading it almost reverently.
"Merlin, Hermione, your ass … I know I tell you all the time, but, fuck …"
"I love it. You telling me, I mean," she said, spreading her legs.
Ron didn't wait any longer and, positioning his cock at her entrance, rammed it in hard, making them both moan in pleasure. Then, holding onto her hips, he began a fast, hard fucking, knowing they didn't have much time. Hermione took it, moaning loudly, while Ron's eyes were fixed on her rippling ass cheeks. He groped and squeezed them as he fucked, revelling in their shape and feel, wanting to commit every inch of that perfect skin to his memory.
Hermione, meanwhile, used one hand to support herself and the other to knead her tits. Ron angled his thrusts a bit, so he would rub against her sweet spot every time, and both were driven to climax quite quickly.
"Gods, Ron, I'm getting close already! Ohhhh, fuck, you're so good! Mmmmh, fuuuck …"
"Shit, yeah! You're so fucking responsive, I love that you cum so fucking easily! I want you to come for me and milk my cock with your amazing pussy, Hermione! Please, come for me, come around my cock!"
"Ohhhhh, fuuuck, Ron, Ron, Ron, Rooooooon!" she exclaimed, arching her back and raking her nails along the surface of the desk with one hand while the other kept squeezing her tits.
Ron felt her incredibly pussy tighten and spasm around him, and drove into her harder, his groin slapping her ass noisily. The image, the sounds, the smell, all of it was such a turn on that his own arousal coiled quickly under his navel before exploding powerfully. His cock throbbed inside her as he unloaded once more, filling her up with cum while he grunted animalistically.
"Aaah, fuuuuck …" he moaned as he finished, his cock still twitching a bit.
"Oh, Ron …" she moaned softly.
He would have loved to stay in her for another while, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm, but it was getting late, so he took his spent dick out, and then cast a quick Cleaning Charm on them, which would suffice for now. Hermione still had time to have a shower, and he always had one after the run.
They hugged tightly and then kissed again before they started to dress. Ron put on this training robes, while Hermione put on her pyjamas. Then, together, they came down to the kitchen, where Harry, Hermione and Ron's dad were already having breakfast.
"At least!" said his mum when she saw them. "I was about to send for you. It's almost eight, Ron!"
"Well, we came pretty late last night," Ron excused himself. He saw Ginny and Harry share a quick, amused look, but they didn't say anything.
They ate quickly, barely talking, as they could already feel the weight of the impending separation. When they finished, the four got up to say their goodbyes.
"Make sure Hermione doesn't turn the library into her home," Ron told Ginny as he embraced her. "And be sure to prepare a strong Quidditch team! We cannot break our winning streak!"
"Oh, I intend to crush the other houses, don't worry."
Ron laughed, and pulled away. Hermione released Harry as well, and then both couples embraced.
"I'm going to miss you so much," she muttered, almost sobbing. She stomped her foot on the floor. "Shit, I hate getting like this. I don't want to be one of those clingy girlfriends that don't know what to do without their boyfriend!"
Ron smiled and kissed her forehead. "Love, I feel the same way. We've been together every day for months, and even though these last weeks were hard, we still saw each other plenty. This is very hard for me too. I don't want to let you go, either."
She hugged him even tighter.
"You'll tell me all about it when you and Harry find a place to live, right?"
"Of course."
"Don't make it too homey, though," she told him. "The moment I get out of school, you're mine."
"Completely."
They shared a long kiss, and only pulled apart when Harry said it was half-past seven and they had to go.
"I wish I could say goodbye to you at King's Cross."
"I know. But it's okay."
He gave her one last smile, committing her image to memory, and then he and Harry got out of the house. When they reached the border of the property and crossed the wards, he took one last look at her, standing in the doorway with her beautiful face full of longing for him, and then he Disapparated, already aware of the Hermione-shaped hole in his soul.
I hate to separate them, but it must happen! I hope you liked the chapter.
Regarding my other stories, well, I'm still working on them, but I won't give dates. Next update will be to this story as well, in around two weeks. And I tell you that it's going to be a massive chapter, probably the longest of the entire story!
See you!