The second instalment is ready! Ron and Hermione were earlier in their relationship at this point so I have tried to write this accordingly.
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Chapter 2: Ron and Hermione
"Harry, will you come in here a moment?"
It was Ginny. Ron came to an abrupt halt, but Hermione took him by the elbow and tugged him on up the stairs.
"What are you doing?" Ron hissed to Hermione as he watched Harry walk nervously into the room, and heard Ginny firmly close the door behind them. "That's my sister!"
"Yes, and your best friend," Hermione urged as she continued to pull him up the stairs. "You need to give them some space, Ron, we don't know when they're going to see each other again."
"Exactly! I don't want him hurting her and then running off and not coming back!" Ron argued as they entered his room.
"I know," Hermione said, closing the door behind her, "but I know that Harry doesn't want that either. You have to trust him."
She turned to face Ron with a sympathetic expression on her face then reached out her arms and folded them around him, feeling him relax into her embrace, the tension slipping away.
"Besides, it's his birthday, you have to let him have some fun," Hermione said, with her head still resting on Ron's shoulder. She instantly felt Ron tense again, then whispered in his ear "plus, that gives us the chance to have some time to ourselves," before leaning back to look him in the eyes, raising her eyebrows invitingly, their bodies still firmly pressed together in the tiny attic bedroom.
"What do you mean?" Ron said with a grin splitting across his face – he knew exactly where this was going.
"Don't be a tease, Ronald," Hermione scolded, rolling her eyes before leaning in, pausing with her lips millimetres from Ron's, and then pulling him into a deep and gentle kiss. Hermione had been wanting to do this for months, years even – she thought the impending life-or-death adventure must have made her bolder.
She started to move her lips against Ron's, parting them so that she could run her tongue along his smooth front teeth, her heart racing in her chest, beating in her ears, deafening her from the inside. She had her right hand in his thick, flaming red hair, her left around his back; both of his were around her waist, pulling them together more and more tightly.
They kissed for what felt like both forever and no time at all, breathing in each other's scent, moving their bodies with the rhythm. Ron pushed forward a few inches, so that Hermione was sandwiched between him and the wall, right on top of one of the Chudley Cannons posters. She instinctively widened her stance a little and pushed down with the hand that was on Ron's back to pull him in closer, as they continued to kiss. She could feel something firm where their bodies met at the hips, even through her jeans, and knowing what it was gave her goose bumps in places she didn't think possible.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ron said, breaking the kiss but keeping their bodies locked in the firm embrace, his face millimetres from hers.
"Not really," she panted as she leaned across and flicked the lock on the door "but no time like the present, you never know when we might get a second chance, or if we ever will".
That was all the encouragement Ron needed to lean back in and resume where they left off, in a kiss that was fraught, tense, and full of unsaid words.
Hermione instinctively started to move her hips and grind against the rigid mound between them, both hands now firmly squeezing Ron around the waist, encouraging him to do the same, trying to alleviate the uncomfortable ache she was feeling between her legs. She felt Ron shift and grunt uncomfortably against her. "Are you alright?" she questioned.
"Yeah, just running out of space," he said, turning red in the face. Hermione didn't immediately understand what he was trying to say, but as she reached down between them with her hand and felt how tightly pressed against his jeans he was, she understood. She swiftly undid the button and zip, and let his trousers slide down his legs.
She glanced down and could see him springing much more freely against his underwear.
"Why is everything you own maroon?" she teased.
"Oh, shush," Ron said, laughing as he pushed her against the wall again and continued kissing her with renewed vigour.
Hardly believing how confident she was being, Hermione barely broke the kiss as she reached down and unbuttoned her own jeans and kicked them off into a pile in the corner. She briefly pulled away to take off his shirt, then her own, and cast them aside too. She grasped one of his hands and placed it on her bra, encouraging him to explore the textured material, and to caress her breasts as they continued to move their lips in perfect time.
Parting her legs even further, she pulled Ron close to her again and began bucking her hips against his now upward facing erection. The tingling between her legs was increasing, as was an accompanying dampness. Moving against Ron like this felt almost too good to be true, it was just the way she had spent many lonesome nights imagining.
Ron pulled away from the kiss and grabbed her by the hand, leading her over to his bed. He lay down first then encouraged her to climb on top, upright, legs spread and straddling his hips. Feeling him throbbing between her legs, she started to slide back and forth, looking down into his face and not breaking eye contact. She looked for a sign of encouragement; taking his eyes widening, mouth dropping open, and slight gasp as such, she continued to grind against him with renewed fervour.
Hermione could feel the muscles in her lower back and upper thighs tensing with the threat of release. With Ron's hands on her hips, she could feel the fabric between them getting more and more damp until he unexpectedly removed one hand and hooked a finger into the lace, moving it to one side so they were now only one layer apart. She braced her own hands against his chest, arms straight, aiding the momentum.
Hermione was panting, barely holding in her gasps and grunts.
"Muffliato!" Ron called as he grabbed his wand off the bedside table and pointed it at the bedroom door, sensing Hermione's receding self-control.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she continued to slide back and forth against his bulging erection, the heat building between her thighs. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, casting it off onto the floor, and letting more of her body fall free to be taken in by Ron's eyes. Her own eyes still closed, she reached down and pulled Ron's hands from her hips and placed them purposefully upon her breasts, and was sure she heard Ron swallow in response.
"I'm close, Ron" she panted after another few back and forth movements, "do you mind if I…"
"Nope, no, not at all," Ron replied eagerly.
Hermione let out a low moan then moved Ron's hands once more, this time to his sides, before lowering her body flat against his, head on his shoulder, hand in his hair. She increased the pressure of her weight on him where their hips met and increased the speed; her hand moved carelessly down over his face and two fingers ended up inside his mouth. He sucked. She groaned.
Back and forth, back and forth she moved, until she tensed, paused, and let out an animalistic groan then bucked against Ron again, this time in synchronisation with the clenches and flickers of the muscles in her pelvis. The sweet release. She relaxed against him, her weight falling on him fully, and let her fingers slide out of his mouth, as her pants and whimpers receded alongside her orgasm.
Hermione paused, her face inches from Ron's, their bare chests pressed together as she lay on top of him. She smiled, then leaned in for a kiss, sliding slightly off his chest as her left hand reached inside his underwear and found the ridge of his still-hard erection.
Ron succumbed, and let his head drop back against the pillow with a groan as Hermione's fingers delicately grazed from base to tip and back again and she whispered "your turn." She patted his hips as an indication to raise them off the bed, and pulled down his remaining item of clothing, his erection finally fully free and resting proudly against his abdomen, glistening at the tip.
She lay down next to him again and leaned in for a kiss, whilst letting her hand wander freely; caressing and teasing. She made her thumb and index finger form an "O" at the tip, squeezed and pushed her hand down the length, then back up. Then down again. Then up again.
"You need to breathe Ron," she whispered, noticing his tense, red face as she leaned in to kiss the side of his neck, just below his ear.
He took a deep, shuddering breath. "I don't think I'm going to last very long," he said in a strained reply.
"Don't worry about that," Hermione said, as she continued to move her hand up and down, slightly increasing the pace.
Ron rested his head back fully on the pillow, inhaling and exhaling in short and sharp gasps whilst his hips involuntarily bucked against the bed, threading himself faster through Hermione's hand. It wasn't long before his whole body tensed and he let out one long breath as his arousal and release unspooled onto his stomach.
Hermione slowed the pace then stopped, leaned down for one more kiss, and laid on the bed next to Ron, nestling into his arms with their legs entwined and running her fingers lazily through the silky substance on his stomach. She could not stop the thoughts of what could happen next from running through her mind. They were setting off on the most important adventure of their lives mere days from now, and part of her knew that this experience was only going to make matters more difficult. She was going to share her musings with Ron but as she looked up into his face, head still leaning back against the pillow, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, without a care in the world, she couldn't bring herself to disturb the peace. Instead, she let him rest and burrowed herself closer into the embrace.