The first time Hermione Granger thinks about Ron Weasley's penis, she is eleven years old and in her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It is a Wednesday afternoon, and she, Harry, and Ron are sitting at a table in the back of the library trying to find out more information about the Sorcerer's Stone. To Hermione's dismay, the boys quickly get bored and start to entertain themselves by making quiet snorting noises at each other before laughing as if it's the funniest thing in the world.
Hermione huffs as she flips through pages of a rather large book, trying to concentrate while ignoring the two boys who are her only friends. When they don't stop their racket after several minutes though, she starts to get really irritated. "Boys," she mutters under her breath, causing them both to chuckle at her before continuing their silly little game.
Despite trying to focus on the task at hand, Hermione's thoughts start to wander and she begins thinking about the major differences between boys and girls. She wonders why she feels so much older and much more responsible than these two buffoons she spends all of her time with. Although she knows that girls tend to mature faster than boys do, she feels like she's a different species altogether.
Hermione peeks over the top of her book to glance at Harry and Ron, her mouth twitching at their laughing faces in spite of her current annoyance. She loves seeing Harry happy, of course, but her eyes tend to watch Ron more closely as he laughs. For some reason she doesn't understand, Hermione gets a funny feeling in her stomach whenever Ron Weasley smiles. She feels a lot like the way she does on Christmas morning, which confuses her because there's no way that she has feelings for Ron Weasley.
None at all.
Hermione then has the thought that not only is Ron's brain different from hers, but his body is different as well. This implication makes her eyes widen, her cheeks turning pink as she realizes just what she's thinking about. As an eleven year old girl, the thought of boy parts isn't an appealing one, so she hastily pushes the concept out of her mind, determined to think on it no more.
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The second time Hermione thinks about Ron's penis, she is thirteen years old and in her third year at Hogwarts.
The Gryffyndors are all in the common room after a winning quidditch match, most everyone sipping on fizzy drinks that the Weasley twins snuck in the room for celebration purposes.
Seamus Finnegan is making everyone laugh by telling dirty jokes, and after seemingly running out of them he then rounds on Ron.
"Oy, Weasley!" he yells across the room to Ron, who is minding his own business and playing a game of wizard's chess with Dean Thomas.
Ron doesn't answer, but he lifts his head to look at the other boy, his face inquisitive.
"Do gingers actually have ginger pubic hair?" Seamus yells out, a smirk on his face.
Instead of answering, Ron immediately turns a bright scarlet color and calls Seamus a wanker before turning back to the game. Although he makes his next move on the board, Hermione can tell by the look on Ron's face that he is still mortified by what just happened.
She is sympathetic, but as much as she wants to yell out and berate Seamus for being so insensitive and embarrassing Ron like that, Hermione knows that it will only escalate the problem further if she intervenes. So as much as it bothers her, she says nothing and just continues to stroke Crookshanks who is curled up asleep on her lap.
That night as she's laying down alone in her bed though, Hermione can't get the whole scene out of her mind. It replays over and over, Ron's face going from pale to tomato red after hearing Seamus' words, the way that Hermione's own heart stopped when she heard the question.
She finally admits two things to herself.
One, that Ron looked absolutely adorable in that moment, and two, that she really wants to know if his pubic hair matches the hair on his head.
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The third time Hermione thinks about Ron's penis is the following school year.
The Triwizard Tournament is all everybody can talk about, and the other visiting students are everywhere, seemingly taking over their school.
Hermione absolutely hates the way Ron acts whenever one of them, a part veela named Fleur Delacour, is around. When she sees Ron's eyes go starry she knows that the blonde girl is near, and Hermione immediately feels like punching something, preferably Fleur.
Despite her irrational feelings, Hermione knows it's not really the older girl's fault. Fleur, after all, can't help that she was born part veela and enchants the opposite sex just by existing.
Hermione has no right to be jealous.
Oh, but she is.
She finally figured out earlier this year that she has a rather serious crush on her red-headed best friend and has for a while. Hermione can't quite pinpoint when it first started, and it baffles her because it doesn't make any sense, not really.
Why would she have a crush on someone who is capable of riling her up so easily? Ron Weasley is the only person in the world who sparks that kind of furious reaction in her. Sometimes all he has to do is give her a little self satisfied smirk and she wants to both pummel his face and snog him silly. -
Again. It makes zero sense.
Her feelings for Ron are the most un-Hermione-like thing she's ever experienced and it makes her feel nonsensical, which is not like her at all. Hermione isn't the type to think with her emotions, but when it comes to Ron Weasley, it's all she's capable of doing unfortunately.-
It's just a crush though. It will pass soon, she's sure of it.
Just because it will pass, it doesn't stop Hermione from taking notice of every little thing that Ron does. By now she knows every facial expression of his, and can tell exactly what emotion he is feeling with just one glance in his direction.
Something different starts to happen to Ron when Fleur is near, and at first it perturbs Hermione because the look on his face is not one she's used to. Perplexed, she starts to study him during these times and notices a few new things as well.
Whenever Fleur enters the room, Ron tends to stay in a seated position, often bouncing his knee at a frantic pace. Although starry eyed, Ron looks quite pained as he moves his legs up a little higher in his seat and hunches over more than usual, not getting up until several minutes after Fleur is out of sight.
After the third time this happens, Hermione's struck by the thought that the half veela-might be causing Ron to have erections. This thought both infuriates her and causes her whole body to feel extremely hot and flustered.
How innapropriate of him!
Realistically Hermione knows that if her hunch is correct, that it's not entirely his fault, but this doesn't stop the anger she feels.
She wonders what she might have to do to cause that reaction in him before realizing that she's definitely not pretty enough to get Ron's attention, at least not in that way.
Not that she's even remotely ready to have sex at fourteen, because it's not even a thought, but still, Hermione would love to have some sort of reaction like that from Ron. Something that lets her know that she has a chance and lets her know that she is desired by him.
If only she were able to get Ron to see her in that way.
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The first time Hermione gets her first 'look' at Ron's penis is around Christmastime during her fifth year.
By this point, Hermione has admitted to herself that what she feels for Ron goes way beyond a crush, and she does, very much in fact, fancy her red-headed best friend.
When Hermione hears the news about Arthur Weasley being attacked at his job, she leaves her parents on their family holiday just to be there for Ron, Harry, and the rest of the Weasleys over at Grimmauld Place.
The holiday isn't nearly as cheerful this year due to everything bad happening all around them, but Mrs. Weasley puts forth a lot of effort into making it as happy as possible, something they all appreciate.
Harry, in particular, is very down and spends most of his time by himself in his room, much to Ron and Hermione's displeasure. Hermione knows that Ron worries about Harry just as much as she does, and this makes her affection for him grow even stronger. Ron really does care for those closest to him.
One night, Hermione urges him to go to Harry's room and try to talk some sense into him, and although hesitant, Ron agrees. Not even ten minutes after Ron leaves her room though, he's back, a discouraged look on his face.
Hermione is sitting on a chair in front of a small desk, so Ron walks over to her bed and falls back onto it, splaying his arms and legs out as he closes his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh.
"Bloody git didn't talk to me! Pretended to be asleep."
Hermione barely registers Ron's words, her eyes and brain focused on the sight in front of her. Ron's thin pyjama pants leave nothing to the imagination, and in the position he is currently in, Hermione can see the exact shape of what rests in between his legs. Her mouth goes dry and she freezes, unable to do anything except stare.
When her brain finally catches up and she realizes what she's doing, Hermione takes in a sharp breath of air, unintentionally inhaling some of her spit. Choking and unable to breathe, she starts to cough. Loud painful hacks that take over her entire chest.
"Hermione?" Ron asks as he sits up, his face panicked.
Still coughing, Hermione is unable to respond to him, so Ron jumps up and grabs her by the forearms. He lifts her up into a standing position, pulling her body tightly into his with one arm and begins pounding on her back with the other, all the while urging her to breathe.
Her coughs slowly but surely slow down, and Hermione wipes the tears that are running down her face, mortified that she had just nearly choked to death on her own saliva.
"What happened?" Ron asks once she steps away from him, his eyes concerned as he studies her.
"I don't know," Hermione responds in a weak voice.
Oh nothing. I was just ogling your crotch when it caused me to choke.
Ron reaches over and caresses her shoulder. "Well try not to do it again," he says as he gives her a small smile. "Scared the bloody hell outta me."
Hermione flushed at the affectionate gesture, her eyes turning towards his hand on her. Ron seems to realize what he's doing and he pulls his arm away as if he's been burnt, his face turning red.
"Well. I'm going to go to bed," he says much too loudly. "I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"
Before Hermione can respond, Ron turns around and walks out of her room, leaving her alone.
Seeing Ron in those pyjama pants had done something to Hermione, and she knows she will never be able to unsee what she saw. She lays in her bed for hours after that, thinking about pyjama pants.
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Something else significant also happens that year.
It's after Christmas, and they are back at Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron are alone in the common room late one night while Hermione works on an essay, though Ron has long ago pushed his own work aside to silently stare into the fireplace. It makes Hermione feel warm all over at the fact that Ron is still there with her when he could have gone to bed hours ago.
Exhausted, she closes her book and gathers her things, ready to head to bed. Ron's gaze is still transfixed to the fire, and he doesn't notice that she is no longer working.
"Ron?" she asks, causing him to startle and jerk his head in her direction. "Everything okay?"
Ron sighs before giving her a small smile."Yeah. Just thinking."
Hermione walks over and plops her body down next to him on the sofa. "About what?" she asks.
Ron doesn't answer, and Hermione quickly realizes why. Whenever she threw herself down onto the sofa, her skirt had flown up high on her thighs, and right now, it was barely covering her knickers. Ron's eyes are wide and unmoving as he stares down at the exposed skin of her legs, his chest still as if he's not even breathing.
Hermione lets out a small gasp and pulls her skirt down, causing Ron's head to snap in the other direction as if she'd slapped him. Even though he's not facing her, Hermione can see that his face, neck, and ears are more red than she's ever seen them.
Not wanting to make the situation even more awkward, Hermione stands up, making sure her skirt is in the appropriate place.
"I'm going to go up to bed," she says with a yawn. "You probably should as well. We have an early morning quiz, you know."
Ron turns to look up at her, his expression pained. "I...I will...in a minute. You go on ahead, Hermione," he tells her with a tight lipped smile.
Hermione notices the way he's now hunched forward and the way he brings his legs up some. His knuckles are white against the fabric of his trousers, and Hermione's heart starts to race at the implication that seeing her thighs might have caused such a reaction from him.
"I think we should go at the same time," she urges, willing him to tell her no so she can prove her theory.
Ron adamantly shakes his head. "No. I want to stay down here for a while longer." His eyes are no longer meeting hers. "Fire's nice," he adds in explanation.
Hermione bites her lip, almost unable to hide her glee.
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, Ron," she says before turning and sauntering off, her smile so wide it hurts.
x
By the time sixth year rolls around, Hermione thinks about Ron's penis a lot.
It's not as if she doesn't think about every part of Ron Weasley, because she does, of course, but she can't help but be intrigued by the part of him that she has wondered about for a while now.
The fact is, that Hermione is a teenage girl full of hormones and she has lusty urges just like any other girl her age. For the most part though, she is able to push her dirty thoughts aside, things like schoolwork and worry over Harry's well-being taking precedence over her libido.
Although older and looking more like a man every day, Ron is still Ron, and Hermione's feelings for him are as strong as ever. She is determined that this year is going to be their year. If something between them is going to happen, it's going to happen soon and Hermione is going to have to be the one to get the ball rolling.
That year they bicker quite often about trivial stuff, but when she invites Ron to be her date to Slughorn's party, surprisingly he accepts. Hermione isn't too pleased about how the conversation went, but still, she is delighted just the same because it is a step in the right direction.
Soon after that though, things take a change for the worse, and Hermione is left heartbroken and devastated when Ron ends up with Lavender Brown instead.
Seeing him with her, it is the worst kind of feeling there is. It feels like a knife is being twisted in her gut, and she wants to rip her eyes out so she'll never have to see them together again.
Hermione can't stand the pain of losing Ron in more ways than one. Not only did she lose the chance to be in a relationship with him, she's lost her friendship with him and that hurts most of all. She can't go to him for comfort, and she has nobody to talk to because she's never told anyone just how deep her feelings for Ron actually go.
Now, whenever Hermione thinks about Ron's penis, she constantly wonders if he's sticking it inside of Lavender, the thought and mental image making her feel sick and causing her eyes to fill up with tears.
She tries to listen but can't hear much when Ron's precious 'Lav Lav' is whispering and giggling with Parvati late at night. She's positive that Ron is in those quiet conversations and although she longs to know, a part of her is thankful that she can't hear.
x
The first time Hermione sees Ron's penis is when they are on the Horcrux hunt.
It is just after midnight at Grimmauld Place, and half asleep, Hermione wakes to use the loo. She walks into the bathroom, stilling when she hears the shower running, the sound instantly jolting her into awakeness.
There is a crack in the shower curtain, and Hermione nearly cries out in surprise to see Ron in the shower, his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the tiled wall. As if in a trance, Hermione's eyes drop lower and she can't tear her eyes away as Ron's hand moves back and forth as he grips himself, pulling his soft looking skin up and down in long, smooth strokes over and over. Her knees nearly buckle, and she bites her bottom lip so hard that she draws blood.
She finally knows what Ron's penis looks like, and it's even better than she thought it would be. Hermione can't help but imagine it in her hands, in her mouth, in her. He is large, but not comically so, and he is hard, and pink, and perfect. His pubic hair is indeed ginger, although Hermione knows it is darker right now due to the fact that it is wet.
Living in such close proximity with Ron these last few weeks has Hermione's sexual frustration at an all time high, and watching him touching himself like this is almost more than she can handle. It takes all of her willpower, but she manages to step back before closing the door, relieved that Ron did not open his eyes to see her standing there watching him.
Hermione can hardly breathe as she walks back to her room, leaving the door open before laying in her bed. She shuts her eyes tight as her heart beats madly inside of her chest, her body thrumming with desire.
What if Ron had opened his eyes and found her watching him?
What would he have done?
The thought is an exciting one, and Hermione sticks her hand under her blanket and starts to touch herself, imagining a different scenario to the one that played out.
Ron would open his eyes to find her staring, and instead of being embarrassed, he would invite her to join him, demanding she undress before doing so. Hermione would comply and strip her clothes off as fast as possible while Ron's hungry eyes raked all over her naked body. As soon as she was bare, she would step into the shower and Ron would grab her and pull her to him, kissing her like there was no tomorrow. He would grip her waist and lift her up, and then-
Hermione stills as she hears the sound of the bathroom door opening, snatching her hand out of her pyjama bottoms as light spills into the hallway.
Ron passes her doorway, stopping when he notices that it's open. Now dressed, he takes a few steps inside her room, shaking his head full of damp hair before locking eyes with her.
"You okay?" he asks, his voice concerned as he takes in her terrified expression.
Hermione nods. She's sure that she looks a fright, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed as she tries to hide how hot and bothered she currently is. Without meaning to, her eyes travel to Ron's crotch and she shuts them as quick as she can, hoping Ron didn't realize where she had just been looking.
"Hermione?"
When Hermione opens her eyes, Ron is closer, staring down at her in confusion.
"I need to use the loo," she squeaks out before jumping up and making a mad dash, passing and smelling the scent of a clean Ron before she gets to the hallway and clambers into the bathroom, eager to finish what she started underneath the blankets.
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The first time Hermione's body presses against Ron's penis is the night of the final battle.
They end up together in Ron's old four poster bed, the curtains drawn. At first they are laying together in silence, but then Ron turns his head, looking at her in a way that she's never seen him look at her before.
They crash together at the same time, neither of them holding back what they've held back for so long. Tongues dance, hands move and squeeze, not able to get enough. Ron's long arms wrap around Hermione, keeping her front pinned to his front, and Hermione can feel it, hard and ready, pressing against her.
She wants to go further with him, yearns to actually, but right before things take another step further, Ron bursts out into uncontrollable sobs and they have to stop.
Hermione holds him, his tears causing her own to overflow. She tries to let him know that she's there for him, her arms wrapped around his head as he cries into her chest, his hands clutching the back of her shirt.
She tells him over and over that she loves him, that she always has, and after he's calmed down some, he tells her he feels the same way.
He begs her not to leave him, that he couldn't handle it if she did, and Hermione assures him that she won't.
Of course she won't.
x
The first time Hermione touches Rons penis is the day of Fred Weasley's funeral.
Fred is buried in a field near The Burrow. Ron's eyes are cast downwards the entire service, his hand holding Hermione's so tight that it nearly cuts off her circulation.
Hermione can feel the tension radiating off of him. She knows that he's going to eventually explode, and she's scared of what will happen when he does.
Only minutes after the service is finished, Ron is pulling her away, her short legs working hard to keep up with his long ones as he leads her back to the empty house. They make it upstairs together without saying a word, and once they are in his room, Ron locks the door and throws himself at Hermione.
His kisses are hard and insistent, borderline demanding as he shoves his tongue into her mouth, his hand moving to the back of her head and pulling her closer as if trying to melt into her.
Together they fall to his bed where Ron starts to grind himself between her legs, desperation seemingly pouring out of his entire being. His hands make their way up her dress and hook onto her knickers, and he starts to pull them down.
Hermione wants this.
She has for a long time.
She wants him so badly that her whole body aches.
But she doesn't want it to happen because he's upset.
It almost breaks her, but Hermione grabs his hands and stops him from pulling her knickers down any further.
"No, Ron. Not like this," she says softly, regret in her voice.
Ron lets out a pathetic whimper, his body trembling violently as he stills, his head resting on her collarbone as he breathes heavily onto her chest. Hermione holds back tears as she pushes him away from her, his face anguished as he lifts his head and looks at her through wet, blonde lashes.
"Lay back," Hermione whispers as she sits up.
Without breaking eye contact, Ron does as he's told, laying all the way back onto his bright orange Chudley Cannons pillow as he stares up at her, awaiting her next move.
Hermione's heart is racing so fast it threatens to leap out of her chest as she crawls over until she's on her knees between Ron's splayed out legs. Her hands go to the button and zipper of his trousers, undoing them in a matter of seconds. She pauses before doing anything else, staring at Ron's face as she wordlessly asks him for permission.
"Please," he whispers in a raspy voice, his eyes closing as she moves his pants away, freeing his erection.
He bites his lip and groans as she wraps her hand around him and starts to move it up and down. Her hand looks way smaller on him than his hand had of course, but she moves it like she'd seen him do at Grimmauld Place, surprised at how easy it is. Ron gasps when she grips him tighter and starts moving her hand faster, his breath hitching as he releases throaty moans.
It doesn't take long at all before he comes, spilling all over her hand and all over himself, his body twitching at the release, his eyes closed as his hands grasp at the sheets under his fingers.
Hermione lets go of him and grabs her wand, cleaning them both as Ron stays where he is, regaining his breath, his body now relaxed and sated. She touches him again, this time only to put his now flaccid penis back into his pants and trousers.
"Thank you," Ron whispers, his eyes now open as he looks at Hermione with so much love she feels she will drown in it.
x
They have sex for the first time nine days after the final battle.
They are laying in Ron's bed after having done their usual routine of Hermione switching places with Harry, Hermione coming to Ron's room while Harry goes to Ginny's.
They are kissing, slow and sweet. It isn't the frantic and hurried way he had kissed her on the day of Fred's funeral, it is different this time. It feels almost as if he is pouring every ounce of his love into her, like he is letting her know how much she means to him with every move of his lips.
As he runs his hands up and down her sides, Hermione knows that she is ready. Ron must sense it as well, as he says nothing as they slowly start to undress each other, their lips not parting unless they have to, and even then only for a matter of seconds.
Ron grabs her wand and mutters the contraception spell before climbing over her, his hands brushing her cheeks as he stares down at her as if she were the greatest person in the entire world.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you," Hermione replies, her hands squeezing his hips.
Without breaking eye contact, Ron rocks forward, impaling Hermione in one painful thrust.
She screams, and Ron's eyes widen in fear as he watches her, blinking rapidly as if he can't process what's happening.
Hermione winces. "Move, please?" she asks, hoping that him moving will help with the burning sensation she's experiencing.
Ron sighs in what sounds like relief before starting to move.
It isn't perfect.
It hurts, and Ron keeps asking if she's alright.
He seems to be more nervous than Hermione is, so she tries to reassure him with soft kisses that he's doing fine.
It's over very quickly, and Hermione can tell that Ron is embarrassed by this fact.
"It's okay," she soothes, holding him to her as he pants. "We can try again."
Ron nods, and they start to kiss.
The second time is marginally better.
Although she's still sore, it doesn't hurt nearly as much.
Ron tries different angles, repeating his thrust when he finds one that makes her moan.
When she reaches down and starts to touch herself, Ron notices and watches for a minute before moving her hand away and replacing it with his own.
The feeling of what he's doing, coupled with the thought of what they are doing, causes Hermione's body to explode in ecstasy, and she cries out Ron's name as she comes around him.
Ron watches her, a look of shock on his face, and it's only seconds later before he joins her, yelling out a few curse words as he comes.
Afterwards, they hold tightly onto each other, their bodies sweaty and shaky.
Hermione never wants to leave.
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Thanks for reading my first fanfiction. I was going to make this story longer but decided that it ended in a good way so I didn't want to change it. Thanks for reading and please leave a comment if you're able, I'd love to see how this was received. Namaste.
