Author's Note: We are finally here. The official end. This chapter is in Ron's POV. It's also long, but it felt right to be one chapter (sweet and smutty all in one).
Thank you so much for reading and sticking with me. I hope you enjoyed it!
Epilogue
Ron paced down the sidewalk towards Hermione's flat.
It had been almost a week since he'd sprinted from the secluded apparition point to Hermione's doorstep in only his pajama bottoms. Despite it being a few blocks, it felt like a thousand-year trek.
His body had levitated him out of sleep after their talk on the balcony, and all he could do was run through Grimmauld Place like a Hippogriff with its head cut off and then dart out of the front door as he raced to Hermione.
I don't need a fantasy at all. I just want you to take me to my bedroom and shag me senseless.
His bare feet padded against the asphalt as he rounded the turn to Hermione's building. Ron was sure that if it had not been for her baby possum bobblehead by the door, he would have accidentally barged into another unsuspecting flat.
When she opened the door, time stopped. Her frizzy hair spiraled out unevenly, her face was splotchy, her oversized t-shirt hung off her shoulder, pajama shorts peeking from under her shirt. She was perfect, and Ron knew he was a goner.
If he had been thinking, he would have tried to come up with something heartfelt and meaningful to say in this pivotal moment. Any decent guy would take their time, wait for her to make the next move. Ron's mind, however, was unavailable, and his self-control took a backseat to his desires. He barged in, grabbing her the way he had imagined for so many nights. He pressed his lips to her like he'd wanted for so long. He lifted her up and lost himself in her embrace as he'd wished they'd done so many months ago. And then, they became one.
Ron tried to brush the intimate memories out of his mind as he knocked on her door. The baby possum bobblehead glared at him as if it knew what he'd been thinking. Before he had a chance to nudge its judgmental stare in another direction, the front door whisked open, a gust of air mixed with a floral perfume issued out.
"Hi," Hermione grinned, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
He grabbed her arm and held her there, deepening their kiss before they finally released.
Hermione blushed and found her balance.
"You look beautiful," Ron complimented, taking a moment to appreciate her summer dress, which slid higher up her thighs than normal.
"Thanks."
If Ron hadn't been paying attention, he would have missed the sly grin that played across her features. Ron chose not to respond, recognizing that this was only one of the subtle tactics she'd deployed the past week to get him into bed. And it nearly worked...again.
After their romp, Ron's senses returned to him, and all he could think about was starting their relationship by getting to know each other again. Though his body was in control that morning, he wanted to spend time with her, to be best friends.
Although slightly put out, Hermione agreed. They'd both decided to put their sexual relationship on hold until they had a chance to date, reconnect and get to know each other in this new light.
Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. They'd spent nearly every evening talking and cooking dinner together, then resisting the lure of the bedroom as he bid her goodnight.
"Ready to go?" Ron asked.
Hermione responded by lacing her fingers in his as she locked the door.
It didn't take long for them to walk to the apparition point. He couldn't explain it, but holding hands with her felt right, and he planned to never let go...except for now, of course.
"Are you sure this is necessary?" Hermione rubbed over his knuckles with her thumb, urging him to reconsider. He nodded and dropped his hand from hers.
"Stay at least five feet apart at all times, no lingering looks, no footsie under the table," Ron listed off, trying to think of any other potential hazards.
Hermione bit her lip.
"No biting your lip like that, either," Ron added, his body responding to her on instinct now.
"They're going to find out eventually," Hermione sighed. "We couldn't keep it from Harry for more than a day."
"Because you blurted it out at Grimmauld Place the next morning," Ron retorted.
Hermione shrugged and crossed her arms.
"I know, I know," Ron brushed his thumb along her jaw. "I just can't let him have this one. It will literally kill me if he knows that he is the sole reason we got together."
Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded. He gave her a quick kiss of appreciation and apparated to the Burrow, Hermione following behind a moment later.
When they'd arrived separately, Ron had been pushed aside by his mum and the rest of the clan. They proceeded to scoop Hermione into a welcoming hug, babbling about how it had been ages. Ron didn't mind. In all honesty, it brought him a sense of peace and joy he didn't realize he'd needed. She was already beloved by the family, and eventually, she would be his family too.
Ron sauntered to Harry and Ginny, attempting to act nonchalant and keep his distance from his secret girlfriend. Harry rolled his eyes, and Ginny gave him a knowing eyebrow raise.
"So you didn't arrive together?" George interrogated, stepping between Harry and Ron. George's shit-eating grin was unmistakable, and Ron did everything in his power to keep his features unreadable.
Ron issued a simple, 'nope' as they followed the Weasley clan into the kitchen, where a large spread of piping hot dishes were splayed on the table.
He knew most of the family would attend, but he didn't realize everyone would be here and already seated. His mum appeared to have added an extendable charm to the table to accommodate them.
Dinner lasted ages, and the conversation never slowed. At every opportunity, a new topic popped up, and more discussion ensued. Every so often, George would pipe in with a suggestive comment or a leading question. Hermione tried to ignore it, blushing at one point and turning her attention to Fleur or Harry, who sat nearby.
Ron did a decent job guiding George's comments somewhere innocuous, but eventually, the conversation reached a head.
"Hermione, it is so good to see you at the Weasley Family Dinner again. We've missed you," George called across the table to her. There were few 'here here's' as Hermione gave a gracious nod.
"What has kept you away? A boyfriend we don't know about?" George looked over at Ron.
Ron couldn't help but strangle his fork.
"Busy with work. You know how it is," Hermione answered. Ron could read Hermione's thoughts and knew she was wondering why they even needed this charade, but Ron was determined to beat George at his own game.
"Right, right," George mused as the conversation picked up again. "So, you're saying you are currently single, Hermione?"
Ron glanced sideways over at Hermione for her response. She was looking back at him with an unsure expression.
"That's right," she responded between tight lips.
"Great news!" George emphasized, waving his hands in the air.
"George, don't," Ginny warned. "It's just a game."
A few of the other family members quieted to listen in. Ron made a note of this odd behavior, and tried to keep his calm and decipher what was happening amongst his family. What game?
Ron watched as George gave Ginny a daring look and then turned his full attention to Hermione.
"I was wondering if you would want to go to dinner with me sometime?" George asked her.
Ron's ears started to ring, and he could feel the volcano inside of him building up, having trouble comprehending what had just happened.
Hermione choked on her water.
"George Fabien Weasley," their mum hissed. George shrugged, and the entire room was silent, half horror-stricken, and half amused, scanning back and forth between Ron and Hermione. Harry was shaking his head and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"That is very sweet of you-" Hermione sputtered.
For the second time in a week, Ron's body acted on pure adrenaline and instinct. He jumped up, his chair skidding back against the hardwood floor as he slammed his hands down on either side of his plate. The entire table rumbled and everyone froze in place, Hermione included.
"You fucking wanker," Ron hollered over the table.
The Burrow had never been this quiet, and everyone held their breath waiting for the volcano that was Ron to erupt. And Ron was ready too. His boiling point had been reached and he was ready to blow his top.
Then, he looked over at Hermione. His Hermione, who was giving him a soft and endearing look, full of love and caring. Then as if the light had appeared through the clouds, everything cleared away, and somehow it didn't matter anymore.
Ron cleared his throat, his composure returning, and he was feeling better.
"So, Hermione and I have an announcement," Ron shared, making eye contact with everyone in the room. Each member had a different expression splayed on their face, unsure of Ron's unsuspecting change in temperament. "We're together...officially."
His eyes landed on Hermione, and he couldn't help but swell at the heartfelt look she was sending to him.
After a moment, the entire table erupted in whoops and hollers of congratulations. Half of them muttering 'finally' under their breath.
Ron glanced over at George, who was sitting back in his chair with a smug grin. Ron was about to turn his attention back to Hermione when he caught wind of George leaning to Bill.
"Pay up, chumps," George elbowed Bill and leaned over to Charlie. The wolfish brother rolled his eyes.
"Pay what up?" Ron asked.
For some reason, the entire table went quiet again, glancing down at their plates or off towards a distant wall. In fact, the only person who wasn't awkward and avoiding his gaze was Hermione, who was also looking around with a confused expression.
"It's nothing, son," his dad tried to shush away.
Ron looked over to his best mate. Harry would surely be able to clarify the situation.
They made eye contact and Harry gave him a pleading look. "I'd like to say, officially, that I wasn't involved and I had nothing to do with it."
Ron felt his stomach churn. Something was happening.
"You started it, George," Ginny chided.
George took another breath and eventually spoke up, "There may or may not have been a family pool going as to when you two would get together."
Hermione and Ron locked eyes, cheeks simultaneously burning.
"And I won!" George grinned at him.
Before Ron could retort, Percy piped in.
"Well, we can't be sure that you won. We don't know when they started dating."
"Well?" Ron's mum interjected. Ron's eyes widened, realizing that every member of the Weasley household had been in on this conversation.
"We...uhh…," Ron glanced over at Hermione, unsure of what to say.
Hey, after having fantasy pirate sex last week, I eventually stormed over to Hermione's flat, and we shagged our brains out.
Hermione gave him a warning look.
"I set them up on a blind date," George finally chimed in. "Last Saturday. And apparently, it all worked out."
"That's not fair," Charlie jumped in. "You can't instigate it, or it doesn't count."
"Yeah, like Mum didn't instigate Hermione coming over last month on her turn."
"George Weasley," his mum hissed again, sending embarrassed shakes of head to Ron and Hermione.
Ron eventually sat back down, his energy to be upset with his family subsiding as Hermione slid her leg under the table to touch his. Honestly, none of this even mattered. He had exactly what he'd always fantasized about, and that was all that he needed.
After another few hours of chatting and reconnecting with family, it was time to leave.
Before Hermione and Ron could apparate away, George snuck up to Hermione and gave her shoulder a squeeze.
"Sorry you got pulled into the crossfire, Hermione. You know I was only taking the mickey."
Hermione gave him a stern look, which eventually turned into a smile. "Of course, George."
"And here's a gift...you know...for being a good sport."
George surreptitiously handed a small box covered in brown paper, secured neatly with heart-shaped string.
"Thanks?" Hermione responded.
"Open it later," he winked.
"Oi," Ron retorted, punching his brother in the shoulder. "You better watch your back."
George grabbed Ron and gave a solid hug. "You just made me seventy galleons richer. I'm on your side now," he chuckled. "I'm happy for you little, brother."
Ron gave him an extra squeeze, then grabbed Hermione's hand, and they apparated away.
Ron fell backwards onto Hermione's couch, relief spreading across his body. The Burrow trip was over, and it was just the two of them. Back in their safe space, together.
"I can't believe they were betting on us," Ron called.
"I know, right? I feel like we should at least get a portion of those winnings," she called back from her room.
"Yeah, we deserve a gift for that ridiculous behavior," Ron grumbled.
After a minute, Hermione walked out of her room in her knee-length fuzzy socks, pajama shorts and oversized shirt.
"Well, George did give us this," she offered, sitting next to Ron, placing the box in her lap.
Ron couldn't help but snort. Any gift from George was bound to be trouble.
She ignored his sarcastic noises and began unwrapping the box.
Ron helped her lift the top off the box, his curiosity spiking, and she pulled out the notecard on top.
"Could use your help testing one more thing… - George"
Hermione pulled out the second, larger notecard. It was deep blue, with silver embossed cursive. Ron glanced down in the box, and there were two vials sitting side by side with midnight blue sparkling liquid swirling inside.
Forbidden Fantasy Charm for Couples
Are you ready to take your love life to a whole new level? This isn't for amateurs, folks. This is the real deal. With the newly patented Forbidden Fantasy Charm, you can enjoy a full intimate experience with your partner, with longer playtime, a real person to fantasize with and be able to submerge yourself in the most spectacular and tantalizing scenarios you've only ever dreamed about.
Instructions: You and your partner should each drink one vial and go to sleep at the same time. The charm will cater to both of you but will favor the person who drinks theirs first.
Both their bodies went rigid, not looking at the other.
Ron was sure that this had to be the ultimate prank. It had been six days since they had sworn off sex with one another to rebuild their connection and George was yet again meddling in their love life, tempting them with something unrealistic that could only lead to trouble.
"I mean…" Hermione tapered off, trying to come up with something to say.
"Right…" Ron justified. "It's not like we should…"
They finally made eye contact, both searching for the right answer.
"...it's not like we'd be having sex for real though," Hermione suggested after a moment.
"Exactly...," Ron continued, supporting his girlfriend, "we'd just be sleeping and helping George test a new product."
Hermione nodded.
It only took a moment before they leapt off the couch and were careening to the bedroom. Hermione was already in her pajamas, so she scuttled under her covers and plucked the vials from the box. Ron pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts, sliding into the opposite side in just his boxers.
Hermione handed him the vial. Ron's heart began to thump. He could feel himself getting hard just thinking about what they were about to do. He kept his face neutral as he pulled off the stopper.
"So, it says the charm caters to the person that drinks first…" she said as if she had memorized the card.
Ron looked down at his vial, then over to Hermione. He could tell she was thinking the same thing. Then, they both shot their liquid down, attempting to outpace the other. Ron wasn't sure who would take effect first, but the taste was even more alluring than the Deeply Dreaming Charm.
Ron leaned back on the bed. Hermione lay on the pillow next to him, her eyes already closing. Ron could feel the pull of the charm taking effect, and then, everything slowly faded away.
Before Ron's vision came into focus, the first thing he noticed was that his back was against a stone wall. The stone that reminded him of Hogwarts, but where everything about Hogwarts was bathed in warmth, this stone was cold.
He scanned the shadowed hallway. Flickering light danced off of inanimate figures in Knight's armor and artwork from medieval times covering the walls. Though he knew the illusion had just begun, he could clearly recount how he'd arrived here. In the dead of night, he'd snuck across a moat, used his roped grappling hook to scale the castle wall and slid into the castle undetected.
He peered down at his outfit. His dragonhide trousers were gripping his thighs so tight he was sure they were painted on. Despite their snug nature, he found that they were easy to maneuver in. His sleeveless dragonhide vest was knitted together on the sides with a crisscross of leather string. The rope he'd used to scale the walls (minus the grappling hook) was wrapped across his chest. His shoulders and arms were in full view from the glow of the torchlight, highlighting every muscle and groove along his long arms. He wasn't sure if it was the fantasy that caused them to appear more muscular or whether he'd spent more time than he realized in the gym these past few months.
Ron didn't move as torchlights began to magically light in a row down the corridor as if leading him to his desired destination. He didn't question it and raced down the carpeted hallway, past large stone doorways and alternate paths. He cut left, then right, innately knowing exactly what he was looking for.
Then, a pair of double doors with bold and gothic etchings came into view. The guards were conveniently away from their post. Ron took a moment to congratulate himself on his sly thieving skills and pushed the doors open, careful not to make a sound.
Ron was struck silent by the magnificence of the room. It reminded him of the Lost and Found Room in the Room of Requirement if it had been filled with treasure instead of forgotten trinkets. Mountains of silver trinkets, gold statues, sculptures, and jewels covered every corner. Ron weaved around the room, running his hands through treasure chests of gold coins. He whooped when he spotted the king's crown and plopped it on his head with a self-satisfied grin. Then, he sauntered over to the center of the room and fell backwards into the gold-encrusted coronation chair in the center of the room. He picked up the coronation sceptre lying next to him, waving to his imaginary audience.
"You thought it would be that easy, did you?" Her sultry voice bounced off every corner of the room as if she was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
Ron leapt out of the coronation chair, the crown toppling to the floor. His body shocked back into the actual storyline. He knew exactly what he was supposed to be doing, but for some reason, the fantasy didn't give him a clue as to what Hermione would be up to. Maybe that was one of the differences between the Dreaming Deeply Charm and this one. This time there were two players.
His body buzzed. He spun around, trying to keep any potential line of attack protected.
Hermione came into view, appearing from behind a large pile of bejeweled artifacts. Upon seeing her, his trousers became uncomfortably tight.
He wasn't the only one in a dragonhide outfit. Despite having the same material, hers appeared to be more of a uniform and more structured for combat. The uniform was form-fitting, accentuating her every curve, from her chest and down to her hips. Her hair wasn't its normal free-flowing curls. Instead, it was back with small braids coiled intricately around the back of her head and falling down to her shoulders. She looked like a warrior, and he almost gave up, wanting her to take him then and there.
"And you are?" Ron flirted.
"The last thing you'll ever see," she replied, eyes twinkling in the torchlight.
"Right…" Ron grinned, pacing towards a nearby sculpture.
"Don't move," she growled.
Ron wasn't sure why, but his body urged him to run and not confront her, so he listened to his instincts and darted around the sculpture and out of sight.
"Get back here!" Hermione yelled. "You are under arrest!"
Ron sprinted his way around the room and found his way to the door. Unfortunately, she took the more direct path and was right behind him.
They raced down the hallway, and Ron cut into a nearby room.
"Of bloody course," Ron groaned. In this room, there were shelves upon shelves of books rising up to the ceiling.
"I know you're in here," her singsong voice rang out. He slid his way along a row of books trying to shift his way around the maze of shelves and out of sight.
Ron's heart raced, trying to determine whether he should hide or escape into another room. Before he had a chance to decide, Hermione was around the corner and heading towards him.
Her fist charged through the air, and he barely managed to shift his head before her fist made contact with the books.
Hermione didn't wait. She began attacking Ron with a flurry of punches and kicks. He deflected and sidestepped to the best of his ability, but he could tell that he was the thief in this scenario, with the skills of cunning and running, and she was the fighter with the intention to beat him to a pulp.
"This was supposed to be a fantasy!" Ron squeaked and he barely missed a kick to the chest as they skidded around bookshelves, books tumbling to the floor in their wake.
Hermione gave him a wicked grin and shot an elbow out, attempting to incapacitate him. He grabbed it and dragged her to him, planting a hard kiss on her lips. She froze for a moment, and he knew instantly how he was going to escape. He felt her body relax, and he took his moment and shoved her into the bookshelf. The wind knocked out of her as she doubled over, but Ron somehow knew that she was fine as he took off out of the room and down another hall.
"Not fair," she whined from somewhere behind him.
"All's fair in love and war," he called back as he zipped out of the room and began running down the hallway for another place to hide.
He ran as far as he could until a specific corridor called to him. He took his opportunity and paced through an open entryway into what Ron could only assume was the largest and most pristine kitchen he'd ever seen. He paced around the room, eyeing the delectable desserts plated and ready to be served. He gathered that the castle's residents were preparing for a big event.
No one was in the kitchen, but there were chocolate sculptures, fountains, and an endless supply of chocolate syrup in gravy boats. There were perfect piles of strawberries covered in chocolate and some filled with cream cheese frosting. There were mini cream puffs and pumpkin cake towers. There were mini cinnamon rolls and caramel apple bites. Ron's mouth watered, and he couldn't help but pop a cinnamon roll in his mouth as he rounded the long island of treats.
"That was a very poor decision, Ron," Hermione said as she jogged into the room, out of breath.
"Admit it, Hermione, you'll never be able to catch me," he teased, popping another treat into his mouth. They squared off on either side of the island as if it was a game of tag, and Hermione was it.
Hermione's eyes narrowed, and Ron figured she would dart around the kitchen island and go after him again. Instead, she looked down at the treats on the table and paused.
Ron squirmed. She was up to something. He knew Hermione, and she had a strategic mind. He also understood fairly well what her goal was in this storyline: to catch him and take him down to the dungeon. Ron took a moment to imagine what she would do to him in the dungeon, then wondered why on earth he was trying to run away.
"Maybe I can't catch you," she said sweetly, "but maybe I don't need to."
Ron's heart stopped as he watched her pull the string from the center of her dragonhide vest. She took a step towards him, her vest opening up in the front as she slowly slid it down over her shoulders, revealing that there was nothing under her outfit.
Ron choked on the caramel apple bite as he came into full view of her.
"That's not going to work," he whimpered, but they both knew he was already done for. He couldn't help but take a few paces towards her but stopped trying to prevent himself from giving in. He needed to escape. That was his storyline.
She gave a pout and glanced down at the island, spotting something. She picked up a gravy boat filled to the brim with chocolate syrup.
"No," Ron moaned, knowing full well what she was about to do. With a seductive smile, Hermione poured a line of chocolate sauce atop of her bare breasts.
"Oh hell," Ron whined as his body took him all the way to her. She hadn't moved as the chocolate ran down her chest, leaving trails of warm liquid rolling over her nipples.
He stared down at them, unable to contain himself. She was right, she didn't need to chase him. Food and sex with Hermione. What could be better? This must be his fantasy.
"Are you hungry?" Hermione asked as her lips wrapped around a chocolate strawberry and biting into it, never breaking eye contact with him.
Ron tried to fight, tried to run, but it was useless. Without any preamble, he grabbed her around her bare waist and dragged her to him, crashing his lips into hers. It was an uncontrollable desire that overwhelmed him, and all he could do was go deeper and press further into her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, begging for more, and she wholeheartedly agreed, seemingly as eager as he was to explore each other. Her mouth hinted of strawberry and chocolate as they battled each other's desire with more intensity and lust. Ron eventually broke away, drawing a deep breath and kissing along her bare neck.
She moaned, and Ron felt his temperature rising. She arched back as he kissed lower and lower, finally making contact with the chocolate. He licked down her chest and couldn't help but wrap his lips around her nipples, swirling and licking away the chocolate.
Ron was sure he would lose his mind as she tripped backwards against the island, arching back further and making the most delectable moaning sounds. He licked all the way across to her other nipple, where he continued on. Hermione spent her time roaming her hands up and down his arms, but as his ministrations continued, she couldn't help but wrap her hands around his neck as if holding on for dear life. Plates clanked and pushed aside behind her as he sucked and licked chocolate off every inch of available skin.
She dragged him back up to her lips, and they continued exploring each other's mouths, trying desperately to quench an unattainable hunger.
"Okay, Hermione, you can take me prisoner," he joked between kisses. "I'll surrender. There's no way I'm leaving now."
Hermione stopped and pulled back. For a moment, Ron wasn't sure if he'd said something wrong, but a smile played on the edges of her lips.
"In that case…" She reached for his rope and then vest, pulling both off. She slid her hands down his chest, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. It had been a week since they'd been intimate, and Ron had been making a solid effort not to cross the lines of touching like this. They knew the moment they pressed themselves together, there would be no stopping the lust. And they were right because here he was stripping down so they could eat food off of each other.
Hermione squatted to peel his trousers off. The release felt good as his manhood had been tenting in his pants. He went to pull her trousers off, but she stopped him and shoved him backwards into a chair at the end of the island.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked, frustrated.
Hermione grabbed another treat and popped it in her mouth as she reached for his rope.
Ron gulped. He was currently sitting naked on a chair in a kitchen as Hermione wrapped his upper torso and arms in rope and tied it in the back.
"You surrendered," Hermione explained as she walked her way around him back to the front, running her hands along his neck. Ron wanted to reach out and suck on those chocolate fingers, but she was too far away.
His heart picked up as she straddled him. She still had trousers on, but he could see in her lust-filled eyes that she could feel him pressing up against her center.
"You are mine to play with now," she whispered into his ear. Ron groaned. His normal fantasies didn't even compare to this. Now he was with his real girlfriend, and she had tied him up ready to have her way with him.
He tried to lean forward to kiss her, but she shook her finger 'no' and pulled herself off of him.
He watched her with curiosity as she looked back at the kitchen island. She finally landed on another gravy boat, this time filled with white chocolate. She picked it up and sauntered back over to him, sliding off her shoes.
"What are you-?" Ron started but was interrupted as Hermione began pouring white chocolate down his abdomen and over the top of his thighs. Ron already knew he had a sweet tooth and passion for food, but he had not realized until now that Hermione had gained so much pleasure from the experience. He could see the self-satisfaction and desire in her eyes as she let a stream of chocolate slide across his manhood, coating it in white-hot syrupy liquid.
"Oh fuck," Ron choked as Hermione got down on her knees.
"Not yet," Hermione responded. Then, without hesitation, she took him in her mouth.
Ron's body couldn't decide if it wanted to relax or go rigid, so it vacillated in pleasure between the two as she took him in and out, licking and rolling her tongue over his tip.
He wanted desperately to grab her and hold her, and maybe even stop her, because it was driving him to the edge. Instead, once he managed to open his eyes, he looked down at her, letting out a shaky breath as she licked and swirled, driving him closer and closer to oblivion.
"Mio-...Mione, you've got to stop," he choked out, squirming and trying to keep himself from losing it too early.
Hermione locked eyes with him, and he could tell in that instant that she wasn't going to. That she was in control and she was going to drive him over the edge. Somehow that made his mind and body go even further down the path of insanity, and his body started quaking, unable to hold still.
Hermione added her hands and went faster, pushing him into her as far as she was able.
"Oh no, Mione," he stuttered as she continued. Then as if a flip had switched, he was rocketing in the chair, unable to move as he unloaded into her mouth. Hermione hadn't retreated and didn't seem phased at all that she had just tasted him. She continued as he rolled through this moment of ecstasy, and then finally he slumped over. His body had racked so hard that he was sure he would need a long nap to recover. Eventually, he lifted his head and opened his eyes, which felt as though they had been glued shut.
Hermione was standing up and wiping herself off a bit.
"That was...indescribable," he finished, unsure it quite covered how he was feeling.
Hermione turned and blushed but didn't forget her storyline.
"Well, I'm not done with you yet." She walked around behind him and released the rope constraints. Ron rubbed his arms and stood up, pulling her in for a long sensual kiss.
They stayed like that for a moment until Hermione looked down in surprise. Ron followed her line of sight.
"That didn't take long," she mused, looking down at him fully erect again.
Ron inched his fingers around her trouser waistband and helped shimmy them down. Although he had just finished, his body couldn't help but want her in him. She seemed to flash the same thoughts across her features as they pressed themselves up against one another.
Hermione didn't waste time, obviously teeming with her own desires as she shoved porcelain plates and treats off the island. They crashed to the floor, shattering, but she ignored it as she shoved him up onto the empty space on the island. Ron gathered where she was headed as she climbed up after him, straddling him as he lay back surrounded by orange tarts and chocolate strawberries.
"Merlin, you are amazing," he crooned as she kissed her way down his chest. She kissed in all the right places, and he had never realized before how much he enjoyed being loved and worshipped by her. It was as if he were her plaything, and he had to surrender to her aggressive side. Just the thought of what she was about to do made him twitch with pleasure.
They rolled around on the island and over the varieties of treats, enjoying roving and exploring one another. Then, once Hermione was back on top again, she sat upright, pulling up enough to situate herself above his manhood. There was a silent pause where they looked each other in the eye. Hermione gave a ravenous grin as she plunged onto him.
Ron was driven to delirium as she pressed herself up and down onto him over and over again. Her braids and breasts bounced with her. The frenzy sent pulsing euphoria through him like an earthquake, rocking him to his core. He grabbed her hips and thrust his pelvis upward, matching her rhythm as she arched backwards in her own pleasure. The intensity was all consuming, and the plates were vibrating and falling off of the edge of the island as they drove closer to climax.
Deeper and deeper they went, with a litany of moans and groans of pleasure growing louder and louder in synchronous pleasure as they tipped over the edge in joining ecstasy, shaking violently against one another. After another minute of oblivion, they slowly came back to themselves.
"Love you," she squeaked as she attempted to catch her breath as she sat atop of him, her hands resting against his chest.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down into another smoldering kiss. When they broke apart, Ron finally responded. "Love you too, Mione."
They pulled themselves off of the island, looking down at their situation. Somehow during the excitement, they became not only covered by a mixture of chocolates but also a variety of treats. Ron's fiery red hair was matted down, Hermione's crevices were caked with mini pastries and tarts.
"I think we need to get clean," Ron laughed, sliding a finger down Hermione's chest and licking off the chocolate.
"You'd think that the fantasy would have ended by now," Hermione mused, though she didn't appear disappointed.
"Maybe that's what it meant by 'longer playtime'," Ron suggested. Hermione shrugged and put on Ron's dragonhide vest, which was the only item between the two that would cover most of her private areas. Ron felt disgusting sliding on his trousers and opted to use an oversized hand towel and portion of his rope to cover himself as they left in search of the royal washroom. Ron hoped it would be a combination of a waterfall and the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts. His mind slid right into the idea of waterfall sex and hoped the dream would last long enough to give it a try.
For whatever reason, both knew that the castle was empty. So, hands linked they began exploring. They wandered in and out of rooms getting a few seductive ideas in the process.
"Maybe it's down there?" Hermione posed, pointing to a staircase that descended down into a dark and foreboding area.
"Looks more like the entrance to the dungeon," Ron surmised, looking at the way the gold inlay and crown molding disappeared into cold stone through this passageway.
Hermione glanced up at him and bumped him with her hip.
"Maybe we should check to be sure?" she instigated. Ron couldn't help but be amazed at Hermione's openness with him. Barely over a week ago, she had been flighty and awkward around him, and now she was confident and, to his extreme pleasure, as interested in having him as much as he was having her.
"Definitely," Ron laughed as he dragged her down the passageway.
A chill crept into the air as they got deeper and deeper. There were noises coming from below that they couldn't distinguish. The torches were already lit down here as they wandered down an empty corridor, which eventually opened up into a sadistic torture room.
Hermione and Ron stopped short. Apparently, they weren't the only two in this dreamscape. Ron could only assume it was part of his fantasy? Or Hermione's? Was she into group BDSM?
Ron got an immediate response as Hermione jerked him to a stop, squeezing his hand and shifting slightly.
There were two additional figures in this torture dungeon. One was hanging upside down by his ankles, his pale, toned form on full display. Then, there was a feminine form in tall stilettos and black leather lingerie with a horsewhip.
"You've been a bad boy," the female voice echoed across the dungeon walls.
"Oh my god," Hermione sucked in her breath. Maybe Ron had been intentionally ignorant, but it wasn't until Hermione spoke that the reality smacked him in the face.
The dominatrix dressed woman and the naked torture subject whipped their head towards Hermione's words, just as surprised as they were. Hermione and Ron stood frozen, nearly naked, caked in desserts.
Looking back at him were the surprised and blazing eyes of his sister and their best friend.
The dungeon filled with silence. No one moved. No one spoke. Harry reached up, trying to cover his manly bits while upside down.
Ron thought he was going to be sick.
"Okay, so…" Ginny started. "Why don't we just pretend this never happened?"
"Gladly," Hermione chuckled, grabbing Ron's hand and dragging him out of the room.
"I'm going to murder George," he croaked as they climbed the stairs. Before they reached the top though, the tension broke, and they bent over in a fit of laughter.
After an inordinate amount of time cackling and washing away the awkward moment, Ron allowed Hermione to guide him through the castle to continue exploring their lust-filled fantasy.
Ron heard the birds chirp, and he opened his eyes to Hermione's room and Hermione's bed. He felt well-rested and every moment swam back into the forefront of his memory. The treasure room, the library, the food and playtime in the kitchen. He skimmed over the dungeon as he thought about their time together in the royal shower room. That had been particularly enjoyable.
Hermione shifted. Her frizzy mane covered the pillow, and he stared at her as she came to. Despite the amazing fantasy, he couldn't help but remain firmly rooted in the fact that this was by and far the sexiest version of Hermione there was (the dragonhide version from last night coming in a close second).
"Morning," Hermione yawned, stretching her arms and legs.
"Morning," Ron responded.
She turned on her side and smiled at him with her splotchy face and groggy eyes. She looked satisfied and relaxed.
"Well, that was fun." Hermione's eyes seemed to glaze over as she said it, reliving last night's events.
Ron didn't say anything, he just watched her.
She caught the silence and frowned. "It was fun, right?"
Despite having had imaginary sex with Hermione multiple times, Ron recognized that while it felt real, it was still a dream, and his body groaned in pent up desire.
Hermione's face grew more concerned as he contemplated his next move. On the one hand, he was the one that proposed they not have sex, but she had agreed and they had worked really hard all week keeping their promise to each other. On the other hand, all he wanted to do was have his way with her, for real.
"Ron?" she questioned.
"Screw it," Ron growled as he rolled over onto Hermione, taking his lips in hers. Her happy squeals were muffled as they turned their fantasies into reality.
The End
