Sorry for the delay, I know I usually post every two weeks, but — what can I say? It's summer, and, to be honest, I've been working on several other fics, so I focused a bit less in this one.

Anyway, I hope you like it. For the first time in this fic, we'll have a bit of Hermione's POV, at the beginning. I hadn't planned that, but I found it useful as we move towards the end of the story.

Enjoy!

Chapter 32

Through the Looking Glass

That night, after dinner, Hermione went back to her room, and now was leaning against the headboard with Advanced Arithmancy: Beyond the Numbers laid on her bent legs. However, despite how much she was trying, she was unable to grasp the meaning of what she was reading. Her mind kept drifting towards the hours spent with Ron at his flat. Gods, it had been amazing, and she could still feel a delicious soreness between her legs to prove it had been real. She closed her eyes for a moment, almost feeling again those heated kisses, his hands on her breasts, his cock inside her, pounding relentlessly, over and over and over again. It was amazing that he seemed to be able to go again and again, without barely any refractory period. Not that she complained, giving how satisfied she was. And —

"I seriously doubt that book can bring such a smile to a person, even if that person is you," she heard Ginny said, and her eyes snapped open at once.

"Ginny," she said, feeling her cheeks burning. "Didn't heard you come in."

"Clearly," said the red-headed girl with a smirk. "Fantasising about my brother?" she asked, and her previous smile turned into a grimace. "Disgusting."

"Ginny!" she exclaimed, her tone admonishing. "I wasn't fantasising."

Ginny let out a snort of pure disbelief.

"Well, okay, maybe I was thinking about him …"

"Must have been a good shag."

Event though Ginny was her best female friend, they didn't really talk about the most intimate aspects of their relationships. Of course, she had been the first to know when Ginny and Harry had done it, and she had told Ginny as well, but without details. Ginny wanted to know about her brother as much as Hermione wanted to know about Harry. Yet, in this moment, she needed to talk to someone. She needed to know …

"To be precise, they were several fantastic shags," she clarified.

"So, my brother is good, right? He must be, you always have this look after being with him. It's almost sickening, to be honest."

"He's fantastic," declared Hermione. She looked at the other girl intently. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

Ginny approached her and sat on the bed, resting her right leg on top of the mattress. "Of course."

"What is your record? Of times doing it in a row, I mean."

Ginny arched an eyebrow. "Well, today we did it, then talked a bit, then did it again. But — what exactly do you mean by 'in a row'?"

"I mean without barely making a pause for recovery."

"Well, three, I think, but that only once. Normally it's two. But well, if you mean in a session, that'd be four, with maybe twenty or thirty minutes in between after the second round. Why do you ask? Ron needs more rest?" she asked with a smirk.

"It's the opposite, in fact," replied Hermione, looking down at her hands. "I've only been with him, so I can't compare, but what you say sounds normal, according to what I've read on men and sex. But Ron is not normal at all. I mean, he can — he can always get it up again. I mean, today we did it five times without barely a pause. Then, after a short break, we did it again, another brief pause and again, then once more in the shower and finally two times in a row before we went back to Hogsmeade."

When Hermione finished talking, she looked at Ginny, who was staring at her completely astounded.

"You're having me on," she said.

"No."

"But — but you're telling me you did it ten times in — what? Three hours?"

Hermione nodded. "Yeah."

"Fuck, Hermione," Ginny exclaimed, staring at her in awe. "How the hell are you able to walk at all?"

She shrugged. "This is rather normal for us. Well, not ten times, but three or four yes, unless we've got no time. I mean, that last night at the Burrow we did it at least six or seven times or so."

"But that's — that's —" Ginny didn't seem to be able to find words. "I mean, he's a teenager, yeah, but fuck … And I thought that that time Harry and I did it five times was sort of a world record or so!"

"So you also think it's not normal."

"Clearly it isn't. Though of course it must be amazing, if you're able to stand it."

Hermione couldn't help but smile, her cheeks blushing a bit. "It really is amazing."

Ginny laughed. "Now I understand that look you have on your face when you're thinking about my brother."

"I really love him," Hermione said. "And well, of course, when we're together it's fantastic. But I wonder how that's possible. Could it be some kind of magic? Though I asked him once and he had no idea what I was talking about."

Ginny shrugged. "Why does it matter? Every person is different, Hermione. So my brother is some kind of stallion in bed. Well, putting aside that that simple thought is utterly disturbing, I don't see the problem. So, if you want any advice, stop thinking and just enjoy it."

Hermione looked down at the open book on her legs, though not really seeing it. She always had been a curious person, and it wasn't in her nature to simply ignore how thinks worked, but well, maybe Ginny was right. Maybe Ron was simply very gifted in that area. And well, she wasn't going to complain about it. She had an amazing boyfriend that adored her, that made her laugh and enjoy life and which was always ready to have sex with her. Yes, she would simply be grateful and enjoy it.

She looked at Ginny and smiled at her. "Know what? I think you're right. I'm a lucky girl and I enjoy my time with Ron very much. No reason to overthink it. I mean, we have enough to worry about with the NEWTs coming."

Ginny beamed at her. "That's the attitude! And well, as we're talking about our boyfriends, come on, be sincere: did you really comply with Harry's request of not doing anything outside Ron's bedroom? I mean, you already said you did it in the shower, but I suppose that's understandable."

Hermione wondered whether to tell the truth or not for a few seconds, but, in the end, as they were being uncharacteristically open about their sex lives, she decided to go with it. "Well, the last two times, he — he took me on the kitchen counter. Just in front of the window," she confessed, her cheeks burning, partly due to embarrassment and partly due to the effect of the memories in her body.

"Ohh!" Ginny squealed. "So my brother gets Hermione Granger to break the rules! Don't worry, I won't tell Harry."

"Please. I think he knows more than enough about my sex life. It must have been really hard for him to know that we were together when he was separated from you while on the run, but he encouraged us to have time alone."

"He loves you two very much, and he is really happy for you. I think he feels a bit guilty about everything you had to endure for being his friends, so he wants to make sure you're very happy."

Hermione shook her head, smiling fondly. "Typical Harry. But I wouldn't have him any other way."

"Neither would I," said Ginny, and both girls let out a laugh.

"Now, Ginevra Weasley, tell me: where did you two go to shag?"

"Grimmauld Place, obviously," said Ginny. "I know, not the most romantic place in the world, but after a month, I wouldn't have minded if we did it in a dungeon. We had fun." And then, with a smirk, she added, "I feel really well-fucked."

"Ginny!"

Ginny laughed. "What? It's the truth. Though, of course, when comparing to what you did …" She shook her head. "You give the word 'well-fucked' an entire new meaning, Hermione."

Hermione threw a pillow towards Ginny's face. Ginny dodged it easily, however, and both girls laughed again.

They were still at it when Hermione noticed her mirror glowing on top of her bedside table.

"What's that?" Ginny asked, furrowing her brow.

Hermione reached for it and took it in her hands. At once, her own image vanished, being replaced by Ron's smiling face.

"Hi, Love," he said.

"Hi," Hermione responded, the smile on her face mirroring his. Merlin, she had seen him barely four hours ago and yet she was missing him terribly already.

"Is that Ron?" Ginny asked, astonished.

"Ginny?" asked Ron, frowning.

As an explanation, Hermione turned the mirror to face Ginny.

"Holy fuck! A two-way mirror!" exclaimed Ginny, astonished. "Where did you got it? Did you buy it for her?"

"She made it herself," Hermione heard Ron explain, pride evident in his voice. "And hello to you, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah, I saw you hours ago, don't be so whiny." She looked at Hermione over the mirror. "You really made this?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes."

"Shit, aren't you a genius? I want one as well, for Harry and me. Is it difficult to make?"

"Not really," said Hermione.

"So you'll make one for me?"

"If you want."

"Oh, you're the best, Hermione!"

"Okay, okay, you got what you wanted, brat," interrupted Ron. "Now why don't you go pestering someone else and let me talk in private with my girlfriend?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You'd better be kind to me, or I'll tell Harry about your little tryst in the kitchen!"

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed.

Ginny just shrugged. "Well, I'll leave you two to it. Say hello to Harry for me, prat!" she yelled at Ron, and then left the room. Hermione turned the mirror so she could see Ron, and immediately noticed how red his ears were.

"You told her!?" he asked, not pleased about it at all. "I thought you and Ginny didn't discuss your — well, these things with one another."

"And we usually don't," said Hermione sheepishly. "But today — well, it just happened. Sorry for telling her that. But she won't tell Harry, I promise."

"Yeah, I know. It's okay, I suppose."

"I didn't count on talking to you today, but I'm really glad you called. I was already missing you," she admitted, moving her fingers over the surface of the mirror, wishing she could touch Ron's freckled face instead.

Ron smiled sweetly at her. "I know. I couldn't stop thinking about you, either. Today was amazing." His smile turned into a wicked one. "I'm almost hard, you know, just remembering."

"After coming ten times you still want to wank?" she asked incredulously, her previous chat with Ginny coming to her mind.

Ron just shrugged, still smiling. "What can I say? I'm just mad about you."

"Well, I couldn't stop thinking about it as well," she confessed. "I tried to read my Arithmancy book and couldn't. So if I fail, I'll blame you."

"Blame me?"

"Yeah. For being so irresistible. And so good with —" She checked that she was truly alone, even though no one had opened the door, and then added, "your cock."

Ron let out a loud laugh. "Love, you're not helping me at all. I think I might have to use those sexy pink panties you lent me. At this rate, you'll have to give me another pair soon."

Hermione laughed. "Ron, I'm not going to give you a pair of my knickers every week. I need them, you know."

"What for? I'd prefer you without them," he joked, smiling lopsidedly at her. "Though you looked fucking hot in those pink ones …"

"Well, that was the purpose of wearing them."

"Absolute success, Love. So what? Will you be taking care of yourself as well?" he asked, unable to mask how eager he was for an affirmative response.

Hermione chuckled. "I hate to ruin your fantasy, Ron, but no. I'm a bit sore, so no more orgasms today. But I'm very, very satisfied, so don't worry about me. Enjoy yourself."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I will," he stated, and then fell silent, staring at her thoughtfully.

"What?" asked Hermione.

"I was thinking that these mirrors are amazing, but fuck, seeing you and not being able to touch you — It's really hard."

"I know," she nodded sadly. "I feel the same. I wish I could kiss you."

"Mmmh," said Ron, adopting a thoughtful expression again.

"What are you thinking about?"

"We could kiss the mirror at the same time. I know it's stupid, that we won't touch the other, but — dunno." His ears turned pink again, and he looked suddenly embarrassed. "Forget it, it really is a silly idea …"

"Yes, it is, but I still want to do it, Ron."

"Really?"

"Yes."

They stared into each other, and then, at the same time, both moved their mirrors closer to their faces. Ron's lips touched the mirror first, and then Hermione pressed hers against the same spot. The glass was cold, nothing like Ron's hot lips, and she couldn't taste him at all, but still, she felt closer to him in a way, and that was the only thing that mattered.

They pulled away after just a few seconds, and they cleaned the surface.

"You won't tell Ginny we kiss mirrors, right?" he asked her. "Because maybe it's silly, and it was nothing like truly kissing your amazing lips, but I liked it. And if word reached George and Fred's ears that I enjoy kissing mirrors, I won't hear the end of it. Ever. I'll have to move to Russia or something."

Hermione let out a giggle. "Don't worry, this will be our little secret. And sorry again for telling Ginny. It's just — she's the only one I feel at least a bit comfortable talking about these things."

"It's okay," said Ron, shrugging. "You haven't got to worry about me telling Harry, though. The last thing I need is hearing about him and Ginny."

"Good. And Harry already knows too much."

"Yeah, that too."

She let out a sigh. "I think I'm going to call it a night," she told him. "It's not late, but someone put me to a lot of work, and I want to do something productive tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is Sunday!"

Hermione shrugged. "You know who I am, do you?"

He let out a chuckle. "Yeah, I suppose. Well, I, for a change, plan to do nothing at all. After how hectic the last weekends were, I just want to be lazy."

"Don't you have anything to study? Or homework?"

"Hermioneee!"

"Okay, okay," she said, relenting. "You're doing amazing anyway, I know you don't need me pestering you. It's just a hard habit to break."

"I like you pestering me, always helps me to work. But not tomorrow. I deserve a break."

"Yes, you do. You've been working really hard. And I know I've already told you, but I'm really proud of you, Ron."

"Thanks, Love. You know that means the world to me."

"Well, I hate to leave you, but if we don't put an end to this, we'll spend the whole night chatting."

"Yeah."

"Thanks for calling. I didn't expect to talk to you tonight, but I loved it."

"Me too. You really are a genius for making these." He gave him a look full of love. "Sleep well, Love. Dream about me."

"I'll try. You enjoy your wank," she added with a smirk.

He laughed. "Oh, I always do, don't worry about that," he declared, and then his face turned serious. "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you, Ron. Good night."

They kissed through the mirror once more, and then they turned them off. Hermione stared at her reflection for a bit, and then, letting out another sigh, she put the mirror back on her bedside table, along with her book. Then she changed into her pyjamas and got into bed, letting thoughts about Ron lull her into sleep with a smile on her face.

— o —

Ron and Harry fell onto the couch the moment they stepped into their flat, not bothering to take off their muddy boots or they damp cloaks. They had spent a gruelling two hours of combat under the rain, and they were absolutely exhausted.

"Fuck, I'm dead," sighed Ron.

"Me too," agreed Harry. "This is insane."

"Think we've only got another two months left, and then we'll be Aurors in practice, Mate."

"Two months …" whined Harry. "Why did we get into this? As if we hadn't had enough last year …"

"It's our dream to become Aurors, remember?"

"Yeah. We must be completely insane."

Making an effort, Ron lifted his wand over the back of the couch and flicked it, making the kettle fill itself with water and then float to the stove.

"Nice," said Harry.

"Thank Merlin for Magic. Imagine having to get up to go to the kitchen and make tea …"

"Absolutely dreadful," nodded Harry, and then, looking at the rug, added, "Magic is the best thing ever. Especially taking into account the mess we'd just made."

Ron glanced at it and shrugged. "It could be worse."

"I can always be worse, but it's pretty bad."

"No, I meant it could be worse if Hermione were living with us. She'd skin us alive."

"Merlin, yeah. These are the only moments you're glad to be living with me instead of her, right?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"Damn right. Though looking at the whole picture I'd exchange you for her without a second thought."

"Thanks," replied Harry sarcastically. "It's nice to feel appreciated."

After a couple of minutes, they finally got up, took off their cloaks, and Ron went to the kitchen to finish preparing tea while Harry tried to clean the mud they had brought with them.

"What do you want for dinner?" asked Ron as he poured tea in two mugs.

Harry shrugged. "A sandwich will do."

"We could pop into the Burrow …" suggested Ron.

"Sounds good, but we already went there twice this week and we're going tomorrow for lunch. I feel like we're taking advantage of your mother."

"Oh, come on," said Ron, scoffing. "She loves feeding us, thrives on it, in fact. It makes her feel needed."

"Even so. We're adults, we should manage by ourselves. Let's just make sandwiches, okay? I want to take a shower, drop onto the couch and not have to move at all until tomorrow."

"Okay," nodded Ron.

They took showers and then had sandwiches in front of the TV, followed by a good portion of the treacle tart Ron's mum had given them on Thursday. They watched the TV for a bit, but soon they retired to their rooms. Harry wanted to talk to Ginny through the mirror Hermione had sent him, and Ron hoped he could see Hermione. They hadn't talked yesterday, and he was missing her a lot.

He took off his pyjama trousers and jumped onto his bed just on his boxers and an old t-shirt, and opened his bedside table to grab the mirror.

"Hermione."

The mirror glowed for half a minute, its light pulsing, and then it switched off. Ron sighed and put the mirror down. She probably was still in the common room, doing her homework, or maybe chatting with Ginny. He looked around, wondering what to do, and finally accioed Strategy and Tactic: A Field Guide, and began to read. This was his best subject, the one in which he excelled above all others. So, of course, he should be studying potions, but that was just too boring for a Saturday night. This one was much better, so he opened it and began to read.

He was completely engrossed reading about an example in which a group of three Aurors had to raid a house on the top of a hill with four or five foes inside, when a soft glow distracted him. With a big grin forming on his face, he grabbed the mirror and Hermione's face appeared, returning his smile.

"Hi, Ron."

"Hey, Love," he whispered.

"Sorry for not answering before, we were playing a card game in the common room."

"It's okay."

"Have you been waiting for long?"

"Nah, about twenty minutes or so. But I was studying, so don't worry."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Studying? On a Saturday night? Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?"

"Ha, ha," he replied sarcastically. "Very funny. To be honest, it's your fault. You've been a terrible influence on me."

"Yeah, right," said Hermione with a sarcastic nod.

"Exams are close, and I want to be ready," he told her, his voice serious. "I want to be the best at Strategical and Tactical Analysis."

"You will," she told him, her voice full of confidence and pride. "I've got absolute faith in you, Ron."

Ron grinned, feeling himself become taller. "I know. And it means a lot."

It was then that Ron noticed that she wasn't wearing her uniform, her pyjamas or a nightdress, but one of his t-shirts.

"Mmmh, you look good in my clothes," he told her.

She looked down at her body and then laughed. "It's not the first time you see me in them."

"Yeah, but it's always good. Are you alone?" he asked, his voice getting huskier.

"I am."

"What are you wearing under that t-shirt?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow at the question, but then her expression turned mischievous. "You'd like to know, wouldn't you?"

"Fuck, yeah. But you haven't got to tell me."

"Haven't I?" she asked, surprised.

"No, you could show me instead."

She laughed. "I could."

At this, Ron sat up on the bed, eagerness filling him. "Really? Fuck, Hermione, yeah! I've been dying to see your tits!"

"Just seeing them?"

"Well, I'd rather be in there with you, or have you here with me so I could fondle them, but as that's impossible — unless you manage to turn these mirrors into some kind of portal, which, by the way, would be amazing — there's not much else we can do."

Instead of answering, Hermione bit her lower lip, as if she were pondering something.

"Ron, have you — have you ever heard of phone sex?" she asked, a bit shyly.

Ron furrowed his brow. "Phone sex?" The words conjured the image of a couple fucking in a phone box, which was absolutely barmy. He shook his head to get rid of the idea and focused on Hermione. "A phone isn't just used to talk to other people? How can you use it for sex?" And just then another idea crossed his mind, and his eyes became the size of saucers. "Don't tell me women use the — the handset to — to —"

"NO!" she exclaimed. "That's completely ridiculous, Ron!"

"Hey, it's you who said it," he defended himself. "And I'm not one to judge. Your pussy, your rules …"

Hermione stared at him in disbelief and then dissolved into fits of laughter.

"Oh, gods, Ron, I really, really love you …" she said, still laughing.

Ron watched her, mildly amused. "I'm glad I'm such a source of fun to you. Now, care to explain me what phone sex is?"

"Well, it's something some Muggle couples do. If they've got to stay away from each other, they sometimes call their partner and they — well, they talk and masturbate together, hearing the other do the same."

"Holy fuck! Really? That's wicked!" he exclaimed. And then he realised what she was proposing, and his cock twitched. "And you're suggesting we do that? But we haven't got phones —" he started to say, but cut himself when he realised what she was suggesting. "Fuck, you want to use the mirrors!"

She nodded. "Yes. We will be able to see the other, so it'll be much better."

"Bloody buggering fuck, Hermione, you're fucking incredible! So you want to do that?"

She nodded again. "I miss you, Ron. And if I can't have you touching me, at least I'll have you talking dirty to me, and we can cum together."

"Fuck, yes! Let's do that!"

He saw Hermione take her wand and cast Imperturbable and Silencing Charms around her bed. Ron did the same, there was no need for Harry to hear him wanking. Once everything was taken care of, he lay down on the bed, getting comfortable.

"Now, what are you wearing under that t-shirt?" he asked eagerly.

"Let's make a deal," she responded. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Ron didn't wait a second. He put the mirror down and took off the t-shirt, throwing it aside. Then grabbed the mirror again and lifted it so she could see his torso. To his disappointment, however, she still had her t-shirt on.

"Hey, you're still completely dressed!"

"Ron, you could have done that a bit more sensually, you know."

"Sensually?" he asked, confused. "You mean more slowly? Well, I could, but it's not as if you could have seen me, I can't take off my clothes with the mirror in my hands."

"You know you're a wizard, right?" she asked, shaking her head. And to prove her point she cast a spell at the mirror and dropped her hands onto her stomach. The mirror, however, floated above her.

"Oh. Right. Good idea."

"To be honest, I didn't mind so much," she admitted, biting her lower lip. Her eyes were dark with lust. "I really love the view. Shame I can't touch you."

"Yeah. Now, please, Hermione …"

Smiling seductively at him, she sat up. The mirror moved on its own, so he had a complete view of her sitting cross-legged on the bed. She was wearing flannel bottoms, but, to Ron, she looked as sexy as hell. With her eyes fixed on him, she moved her hands to the hem of her top and, slowly, she lifted it, revealing first her flat stomach. Ron gulped, not blinking at all as anticipation filled him and, when finally her plain white bra was revealed, he let out a gasp. Hermione threw the t-shirt to the side, causing her breasts to jiggle a bit, the firm, creamy flesh moving inside the cups.

"Fuck, Hermione. Shit, I really want to touch you right now."

"Really?" she said, her lips curved in a teasing smile. "And how would you do that? Like this?" she inquired, cupping her tits and kneading them softly.

"No."

She nodded. "You're right. You'd be too eager, wouldn't you, Ron? You'd be much rougher," she said and squeezed them, her hands moving with more desire. She closed her eyes for a moment and opened her mouth, enjoying her own touches.

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot," he breathed out. "Does it feel good, Hermione? Do you like your perfect, large tits to be touched and squeezed?"

"Mmmh, yes, Ron. They're very sensitive, as you know. I can imagine your big hands cupping them, playing with my nipples …"

Ron's right hand went to his cock, caressing the hardness over his boxers.

"Take the bra off, I want to see them bounce freely."

She observed him with a shrewd look. "Are you touching your cock, Ron?"

"Yeah. And it's so fucking hard."

"For me?"

"For you."

"Show me your body, Ron, and I'll show you my bare tits."

Ron grabbed his wand and casted the same spell she had. Then made the mirror move down his body, until it was floating just over his crotch.

"Mmmmh, Ron, it looks so big and hard … I wish I could take it in my hands … my mouth … my pussy …"

"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned. "How can you be so bloody good at this?"

"It's just I want you so much, Ron. You look so strong and sexy … From this position it's as if I were on top of you. Would you like that? Having me on top of you?"

"Yeah. Riding my cock," he let out in a throaty voice.

"Yes, riding your wonderful cock. It'd feel so good inside me …" she moaned, and Ron realised her hand had delved under her bottoms and was now moving over her groin.

"Are you touching your pretty pussy, Hermione?"

"Mmmh, yes …"

"Are you wet?"

"Very wet. My panties are soaked."

"Bloody fuck, woman! Come on, take off your bra," he demanded, putting the mirror in front of his face so he could have a better view.

Hermione, reluctantly, took her hand from under her trousers and moved them to her back. She unclasped her bra and then, slowly, pushed the straps down her arms until the garment fell on her lap, revealing Ron's favourite tits in the world. They looked as good and ripe as he remembered and he wished, more than anything, he could bury his face between them and lavish them completely until they were wet and raw and she was moaning wantonly.

"Do they look good, Ron?" she asked, her voice still husky and seductive, in a way that made each word coming from her mouth to cause shivers down his spine. "Would you like to touch them? To suck them? To do this?" she added, and pinched her nipples, which were now hard and two pebbles. "Ohhh, Ron … They're so hard. Your mouth would feel so good around them … lapping … sucking … even biting …"

Ron couldn't resist it any longer. He slid his right hand under his boxers and grasped his throbbing dick, stroking it.

"Wet your fingers, Hermione, and then caress them. Coat them in your saliva, imagine it's mine."

"Mmmmh, yes …" she said, complying. Ron watched her, enthralled, her face a mask of pleasure.

"Take it all off. I want to see your pussy. Now, Hermione, please. I need to see it so fucking badly!"

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "You first. Show me your cock, Ron. Show me how hard and big it is, how it throbs for me. Is it throbbing?"

"Fuck, Hermione, I could come right now."

"Don't," she warned him. "I'm not done playing with you, Ron."

Ron nodded and moved the mirror again. Then, with his eyes fixed on her face, he lowered his boxers, slowly. His cock twitched under her lustful gaze. When he revealed the reddened tip, she let out a moan.

"Mmmh, Ron … It looks delicious, you don't know how badly I want to suck it."

"Fuck, yeah! I'd love to have your pretty mouth wrapped around my dick, Hermione. You'd suck it really hard, wouldn't you?" he asked as he uncovered his entire shaft and his balls. "To the hilt?"

"Yes. I'd suck it really good, Ron. I'd suck it until you couldn't stand it, and then I'd take it deep in my throat until you gave me all that hot, tasty cum I love so much."

Ron couldn't help it and began to jack off fast, unable to resist her words, those words that conjured images and sensations of utmost pleasure from a week ago.

"Mmmh, Ron, yes, stroke it. Wank for me. Harder."

"Hermione, fuck, I'm so fucking close, I'm —"

"Cum for me, Ron. I want to see it. Let me see that cock exploding!"

"Fuck, Hermione … Fuck!" he yelled as he jerked his dick faster.

"Cup your balls, Ron."

He did as told and moved his hand faster, his desire coiling and ready to snap.

"Shit, Hermione, cumming! CUMMING!"

"Yes, Ron, yes! Gods, it's so hot! So hot!"

Ron kept stroking to milk himself completely as he spurted and spurted onto his stomach, creating a pool of cum. When it finally was over, he let out a sigh of pure pleasure and let his hand fall to the side, his slightly deflated dick resting on his thigh.

"Fuck, Hermione, I didn't want to cum so soon …"

"I didn't mind, Ron, it made me even wetter. I love watching you cum, it's amazing. And it's not as if you can't get hard again, after all."

"You're right. My cock will be ready to go the moment I see your pretty pussy. So — why don't you show it to me?"

She bit her lip and nodded. Slowly, she lay down, her wild hair creating a halo around her face. Ron used his wand to clean himself and watched and her hands descended over her stomach and towards her bottoms. She hooked her fingers around the waistband and lifted her but to push them down, revealing her simple knickers. Ron's eyes zeroed on the fabric covering her pussy, which had a rather visible wet spot on it.

Hermione finished taking off her bottoms and put them aside, then let the mirror move over her, giving Ron a fantastic view of her almost nude body.

His cock was completely hard again.

"Fuck, Hermione, I'd pound you into the mattress so hard the bed would break. Shit, you look so fucking hot. Come on, take your panties off, please."

Smiling at him, she repeated the process she had used with her bottoms, only a bit more slowly. She pushed her knickers down, revealing the trimmed curls of her pussy. But before Ron got to see all of it, she lifted her legs a to take them off, blocking his view.

Once they were off, she twirled them in her hand playfully. And then, at last, she opened her legs to him.

"Oh, fuck, Hermione …" he moaned at the sight of her beautiful, slick pussy. "Looks good enough to eat!"

"Ohh, I'd wish you could eat it, Ron," she moaned, letting two fingers touch her hairs at the top of her mound.

"Touch it," Ron ordered, his voice deep. "Touch your pussy, Hermione."

The mirror moved again, so it was now closer to her cunt, but slightly angled, so he could also see her face, resting on the pillow. She fixed her yes on his, and then slid her fingers lower, using two fingers to spread her lips, showing the wet pinkness of her cunt. Her clit was slightly swollen already, and Ron opened his mouth, his breathing quickening, as if he were about to lap at it. Then she slid her fingers over it, slowly, and she let out a soft moan, closing her eyes for a moment. Ron watched, enraptured, as she touched herself, her left hand moving to cup her left breast, which she kneaded gently.

Ron was already stroking his cock, wishing with all his heart that he could be on top of her, about to fuck her delectable body. Watching her like this while not being able to touch her was, at the same time, wonderful and a torture. And then an idea struck him, one that could help him imagine he was fucking her.

"Hermione, that toy you said you have. Use it."

Hermione stopped moving her hand and looked at him. "You want that?"

"Yeah. You said you gave it the same shape as my cock, and I want to feel I'm fucking you. Come on, I want to see your pretty pussy speared by my dick, even if it's a fake one."

"Okay," she said, and then moved. The upper part of her body disappeared from view, and he heard her rummage through her trunk. Then, a moment later, she reappeared, with something that, effectively, looked like his cock if it were detached from his body, and Ron had to admit that was a bit weird.

"So — how do you use it?" he inquired. "You pump it with your hand?"

"The first time I did that, yes, but it's a bit tiring. So for the second time I enchanted it so it can move on its own and responds to my commands. That way I can use my hands to caress myself or rub my clit."

"It responds to your commands?" he asked in awe.

"Yes. It understands 'faster,' 'harder,' 'slower,' 'gentler,' and 'stop.' It helps me feel as if I were talking to you."

Fuck, that opened a new level of possibilities. "And — is there a possibility I can control it?"

She stared at him for a moment, and then nodded. "I can enchant it to respond to your voice as well."

"Shit, do that, please."

Hermione moved her wand over the toy, and it glowed briefly.

"Now suck it."

Hermione smiled at him, and then opened her mouth, sliding the fake cock into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and sucked, moving it up and down, as if he were on top of her fucking her mouth. His own cock twitched in envy in his hand. He slowed down his strokes, not wanting to get close so soon, and just enjoyed the sight. Hermione seemed caught on the act, or maybe it was the fantasy running through her mind, but she was sucking with relish and dedication while her free hand roamed over her body. After a minute or so, though, she stopped and took it out. He could see it was glistening with her saliva.

"You liked sucking it, right?" he taunted. "Does it taste good, Hermione."

"It's not bad, but your cock tastes much better, Ron. I want to suck your cock, not this toy."

"Fuck, Hermione, I'd love for you to suck my cock as well. But as that's impossible, why don't we get to main course? Put it in your pussy."

Hermione bit her lower lip again and moved the fake dick down her body, between her tits, over her stomach and, finally, to her cunt. She rubbed the tip against her swollen clit, playing with herself and moaning and driving Ron to the point of insanity.

"Come on, Love, put it in," he demanded, his voice strained. "I want to see it in you, there's nothing sexier than seeing your pretty pussy stretched around my prick, and though it's not really my prick, I'm dying to see it anyway."

Hermione slid the tip a few times along the length of her slit, and then put it at her entrance. Ron watched, gulping loudly, as she started to push it in. The envy he felt in that moment for the toy was almost unbearable. He gripped his dick harder as it twitched.

"Fuck, Hermione, that's so hot. Does it feel good? Does it fill you up?"

"Oh, yes, Ron, it's so good," she said almost moaning. "It's not the same as having yours in me, though."

"I know, but it'll have to do, Love. I'll help to make it better than the other times. Now put it deep and let me control it."

She shoved it in to the hilt, and then released it. It was a bit weird, seeing a couple of inches protruding out of her pussy, but it was also hot and a turn-on.

"Now touch your tits. Hold them and caress them slowly," he orderd. She complied and let out another soft moan which sent shivers down Ron's spine. "Are you ready to be fucked, Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron, please."

"Faster," he whispered, and, at once, the dildo began to move slowly, three or four inches coming out before pushing itself back in. Hermione spread her legs further and moaned, arching her back.

"Oh, Ron …" she moaned, her eyes closed. "Talk to me, please ... I want to feel it's you the one between my legs, fucking me."

"Yeah, it's me," he stated, his voice deep and husky. "I'm over you, my hands on either side of your head, and I'm pumping in and out of your fantastic, tight pussy."

"Does it feel good for you?" she asked.

"It feels amazing, Love," he responded. He grabbed his wand and cast a Lubricating Charm on his cock, so it was more slippery, trying to replicate the feel of her velvety cunt as much as possible, and then resumed stroking. "Your cunt is tight and wet and hot, everything a man could dream about, and so this slow pace isn't enough. Harder."

They toy moved at the same pace, but now more of it came out before pushing in with force, reaching deeper.

"Aah, Ron, yes, yes! Harder, please, I love it hard!"

"I'll give it hard to you, Hermione," he blurted out, his eyes devouring her squirming body. Fuck, could something, someone, be sexier that her? He doubted it. "My cock feels amazing inside your delicious twat, but I want more, so one of my hands moves to your left tit, squeezing it roughly …"

Hermione, driven by his words, did was he had said, her little hand squeezing hard, her fingers digging into the supple flesh.

"Yeah, like that. Your tits feel so good, and touching them make me hornier. So I go faster." The toy sped up and she arched again, her own hips bucking in rhythm with the thrusts. "Aaah, yeah, like this, Hermione," he groaned, moving his hand in sync with the dildo, as if he was the one fucking her. "You feel so bloody good … So fucking good … Faster! Harder!"

The toy sped up again, going even deeper and making her rock on the bed. She let out a loud yelp of "RON!" as she was fucked relentlessly.

"Fuck, yeah, like that! Like that! Now touch your clit. Rub it hard, let's make you cum! I want you to squirt on the bed, Hermione, to completely drench my dick!"

Hermione moved her right hand to her clit and began to rub in frantically, her moans filling Ron's ears and sending shivers down his entire body. His balls contracted, the pleasure growing quickly. He would cum soon …

"Mmmh, you're so sexy, so hot, so delicious … Your pussy is amazingly tight despite how much I fuck it, I can't get enough …"

"Gods, Ron, ohhhh …!"

"Let's put it to work," he growled. "Harder! Faster!"

The toy became almost a blur in her cunt, getting almost completely out before ramming itself back in with full force. Hermione let out a cry so loud he feared it would break the enchantments protecting her privacy.

"Too much!" she moaned. "Gods, it's too much, Ron!"

"You can take it," he told her, his hand moving over his dick at full speed. "Take that cock deep, Hermione. I wanna see you cumming hard!"

"Gods, gods, Ron, I can't I — Ohhhh, oh, fuck, fuck, Ron, I'm cumming! Gods, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her entire body convulsing. Ron, on the brink of release as well, stopped moving his hand, savouring the sight of her orgasming girlfriend. "Ron, please, please, cannot stand it anymore …" she begged as her climax ebbed away and the dildo kept the same pace.

"Stop," he said, and, at once, the fake dick went still, buried in her.

"Oh, Merlin …" she moaned through small body tremors. She looked exhausted, but utterly satisfied.

"My turn now," he growled.

At his words, Hermione opened her eyes, eager. "Do it against the mirror, Ron. I want to see it!"

Ron shifted on the bed so he was on his knees and positioned the mirror just in front of his dick, slightly angled so he could see it. Hermione made hers move so it was floating just over her face, but away enough so he could see the swell of her tits.

The image was too much, and he began to wank fast and hard, eager to cum, imagining it would be all over her. She stared at him hungrily, barely blinking, her eyes fixed on his cock.

"Come on, Ron," she encouraged. "Give me all that cum. Cum for me. Cum on me."

Ron felt what was left of his self-control snap, and his cock swelled on his hand before exploding, stream after stream of hot cum flying out from the tip and impacting on the mirror.

"Unnngh, fuuuuuck!" he shouted, part of his mind aware that she was moaning as well, seeing him cum. He kept stroking himself frantically, draining his balls, and did not stop until no more cum flew from the tip. Looking down at the mirror, he saw that almost the entirety of its surface was covered in splashes of his seed. "Bloody hell …" he sighed, his body tingling in bliss. He fell onto the bed, breathing heavily.

"Gods, Ron, there is so much … I wish I could taste it …"

"Fuck, yes. And I'd love to taste your cunt," he said, still panting. He grabbed her wand and vanished the mess so he could see Hermione again. "How are you?" he asked.

"Mmmh, Ron, you rocked me quite hard," she purred contentedly.

"Yeah, sorry. I think I loss control for a bit."

"Don't be sorry! It was amazing. Really."

He nodded and smiled at her, feeling proud. "It was fantastic for me as well. This was the best wanking session I've had in my entire life."

"I've got to agree on that."

He lay on his side and grabbed the mirror, holding it against the mattress with a finger on its border. Hermione did the same, somewhat giving them the impression of being next to each other.

"I really miss you," he told her.

"I miss you as well, Ron. I can't wait for the next Hogsmeade visit."

He grinned widely. "Will you want a repeat of the previous one?"

"Well, it's still three weeks away so I can't promise anything …"

"Hermio-neeee!"

"But I'm pretty sure I will," she added with a grin.

"Good. I'm already thinking of things to do to your amazing body."

"Mmmh, you know I love it when you apply yourself."

"Love, I know I can be a lazy ass most of the time, but when it comes to making you cum, I always try to give my best."

"Yes, you do. One of the many, many things I love about you."

"I love you as well. So much."

"Why?" she asked them, catching him by surprise. He blinked a few times, not really knowing what to say.

"You — you want me to say things I love about you?"

She nodded.

"Hermione …" he groaned.

"Come on, Ron. It can't be that hard, can it?"

"No, it's not that. It's just — well, it'll sound corny …"

"So what? You've sounded corny before. You are sweet, Ron."

"Something you promised you wouldn't tell anyone."

"And I haven't," she assured him before adding, with a pouty voice, "Please, Ron."

Damn her. She knew he wasn't able to resist her when she begged him like that.

He let out a sigh, and then fell silent for a moment while he thought about where to begin.

"I love your hair," he started. "I adore how it's so wild and untamed, how it reveals your wild side, that passion inside you. I love how expressive your eyes are. I can read you completely just staring into them. I love the way your mouth curves into a smile when you see me after being apart, even if only for an hour. I love the way you bite your bottom lip when you work or are worried or thinking hard about something. I love the way you always think the best of people. I love the way you always find it in you to fight for those no one fights for, even if they themselves don't want you to. I love the way your mind works and how incredible your ideas are. I love watching you read, it's amazing, cute and at the same time incredibly sexy to see you curled in your pyjamas completely engrossed in a book. I love the way you make me feel, as if I'm capable of anything. I love the way you complement me, making me a better person and a better wizard. I love your laugh. Gods, your laugh is amazing. Next to hearing you cum, it's the most amazing sound in the world. Making you laugh is like being a bit tipsy, it gives me such a high I myself feel a bit giddy. And your smile! When you smile at me, the world seems a much better place, and no matter what might be troubling me it becomes much less important. I love how organised you are. It drives me a bit nuts, yeah, but I also love you driving me nuts. I love the way you make me feel, Hermione; whether you make me laugh or moan or angry life is never dull with you. I love your cute nose. I love your tits, and your round ass, and your legs. I love your lips. I love your pussy. I love the sounds you make when we make love. I love the pleasure you give me. I love your naughty side. I love that even though I might be the horniest bloke on Earth, your desire for me matches my own for you. I love when you make me laugh. I love when you make me want to pull my hair in frustration. I love —" he made a pause. "I just love you. All of you."

Hermione's eyes were bright with emotion and unshed tears, and almost a minute passed until she was able to reply.

"Gods, Ron …" she said. "I love you so much. So very much. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever told me."

"Well, I hope you remember it, because I don't know if I can repeat it."

"If we were together, I'd be straddling you and about to make love to you again," she confessed, which made him groan.

"See? Now I'm all horny again."

She smiled sweetly at him. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"You'd better."

She leaned closer, and she pressed her lips against the glass. Ron did the same, pressing his own against the same point.

"I feel sleepy," she told him. "That orgasm wore me out."

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired too."

"Let's not turn the mirrors off," she suggested. "I want to feel asleep hearing your breathing."

"What about my snores?"

"I love those as well."

"You're absolutely barmy, y'know?"

She chuckled. "Yes. Is that a problem?"

He smiled back and shook his head. "No. I love that you're barmy."

Hermione let out a laugh, and then they stared into each other's eyes for a few more minutes, enjoying the comfortable silence. "Goodnight, Ron," she said at last, turning the lights off.

"Good night, Love," he replied, doing the same.

Well, I hope you liked my version of 'phone sex'! If you ask me, it's much better than our Muggle version of it!

Now, regarding my other stories, I know you probably are tired of me talking about them but not publishing any (except for 'Weasleys' Wondrous Wand'). Well, I know, I probably shouldn't have said anything.

The question is that, as a reader, and I imagine it has happened to you as well, I hate when someone starts a fic, it catches my attention, the author promises to update 'soon', and that 'soon' never arrives, or it becomes every six months or so. For me, there're few things more frustrating than that.

And I don't say this as criticism, as each person has their own circumstances, and sometimes people must take breaks due to real life issues, and then they continue. But as someone who has suffered after finding awesome fics unfinished and with little to no possibility of ever being finished, I promise I'd never start a multichapter fic I couldn't finish. That, for me, means that either I have it completely written, or at least a great part of it but have planned the rest and I know it can be terminated. I'd rather not publish anything, than to start it and then, in chapter five, say the fic has been put 'on hiatus' because of writer's block or whichever.

So, yeah, I have a few other fics I've been working on, and some of them have more than eight chapters (my kind, lengthy chapters), but, until I'm completely convinced I can deliver regular updates, I won't upload them.

Discovering Ourselves is different, because, though it is a story, it really doesn't have a major plot, so technically I could end it whenever I want.

This said, I'm confident I'll give you other stories within the summer. Meanwhile, why not writing your own? And if it is a R/Hr one with lots of smut, the better!