Up To No Good
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of Harry Potter created by J.K. Rowling.
Contains mature/ sexual content!
Bloody Hell, Hermione.
The last weeks had become a blur. From hunting for horcruxes to fighting for their life at the battle of Hogwarts. It had felt painful and intense and unreal. Ron hadn't completely grasped the gap Fred had left in his life. He caught himself waiting for his older brother to just pop up behind a corner in the burrow and make a daft joke. Ron had tried his best to support his mother any way possible, but most days it felt like there really wasn't anything one could do for Molly. She cooked frantically or remodeled the whole garden only to dig it up the next day.
One morning he had gone outside to help her, his mother being elbow deep in the dirt, replanting the rose bushes that lined the house.
‚Need a hand, mum?', he said quietly.
As she looked up, something snapped, her face flushed and sweaty, she growled, ‚Ron, for the love of Merlin, no! No, you cannot help me.'
Ron was quite astounded by her reaction, but as she got to her feet and grabbed his hand, she turned softer, ‚I'm sorry, it's just, I am dealing with this and I love you for wanting to help me overcome losing ... Fred.' A look of devastation crossed her face as she said his name, ‚'I will sort this out in due time, but I will need to do it in my own pace... Why don't you go out, live a little, travel, who knows, even go see Charlie? I don't want to burden you with taking care of your grieving mother.'
Ron looked up, a tear forming in his eyes, ‚I am grieving, too, you know. It's not just your son that's gone, but also my brother.'
Molly hugged him tight, little sobs escaping her mouth and tears rolling down her cheeks, ‚I know, Ron, I'm sorry...'
As she let him go, she tried her best at a smile and again encouraged, ‚You should still see what's out there, my son. When was the last time you saw Harry and Hermione?'
Ron sighed, ‚Yeah, I guess, you're right. I should go see them. '
You do that.'
To be fair, it had been a while since he had seen his two bestfriends. After the battle ended the three of them didn't really know what to do with themselves. They had continuously been fighting towards a shared goal, destroying Voldemort. They had schemed and planned, but never for what was going to happen once it was over. Harry had been the first to take action, moving into Grimmauld Place and Ginny joining him. Ron of course had had a feeling about the two of them being more than just friends, but was really quite surprised by his bestfriend's eagerness and bravery in sweeping Ron's little sister off her feet, after attaining his blessing of course.
As for Hermione, there of course had been that kiss they had shared in the Chamber of Secrets. It had felt to Ron like an epiphany. The shining moment depicting happiness, it had felt like a cut between life before and life now. Her lips had felt like the most perfect match to his and their kiss had been passionate, hungry, fed by the war going on around them. But that had been it so far. After the battle, Hermione was determined to try and relieve her parents of the Obliviate spell she had put them under. She missed them dearly, but they were in Australia and she was hesitant to go. So instead, she had been staying with Harry and Ginny. What a thirdwheel, Ron had thought jokingly. Tonight he was going to join them and see what happens. He missed Hermione dearly, more than anything and anyone in this world. However, there was a sense of caution when thinking about her so freely, like she was still this unattainable girl he had been dreaming about for ages.
As he opened the front door of 12 Grimmauld Place after a rather hazardous, windy flight to London, he could hear the low buzzing of people talking and laughing in the kitchens. The place still looked almost the same to when they sought asylum there while hunting for horcruxes. Except someone had started stripping the tall walls of their dark wallpapers, leaving raw concrete wall above the wood paneling. In the corner of the hallway stood a box with different metal tools Ron did not recognize. Was Harry renovating this place without magic?
When Ron opened the kitchen door and the smell of good food, the sound of his bestfriends' voices and the warmth of the hearth in the corner hit him, he got this feeling of ‚Oh, how much I missed this.'
Harry jumped up, a fat grin on his face, ‚Mate, how are you?!', giving him a boyish greeting. Ginny gave him a brief hug and smiled broadly, ‚What a surprise.'
Hermione got up hesitantly and as he pulled her in his arms, he ingested her scent, delicious and warm. Ron couldn't help but hug her tight, lift her off her feet and spin her around, his lips grazing the soft skin on her neck. ‚I missed you so much', he whispered almost inaudibly. It took everything out of him not to kiss her right there and he came to the same conclusion as back in the Chamber. He would do anything and everything for this girl and he never wanted to let her go. As he did, however, let go of their embrace, her facial expression was a mixture of happiness and nervousness.
After they had supper and one or two butter beers too many, they were all caught up on each other's life. Harry and Ginny were planning to renovate the place before returning to their respective occupations of training to be an auror and a healer which Ron thought suited Ginny well. After the couple had said Goodnight and Ron and Hermione were left by themselves, silence fall at the table and all that could be heard was the fire crackling in the background.
‚So you missed me…', Hermione said jokingly, her hand reaching out to meet his in the middle of the table.
‚I guess you could say so.', Ron smirked, intertwining his fingers with hers.
‚Well, I was… confused.', she said seriously, a little frown appearing between her brows, ‚I mean, one minute we're in the Chamber, kissing and the next you're off to go home… alone. You realize what that felt like to me? You not even asking wether I wanted to come?'
Hermione's cheeks turned bright red and her eyes glistened with tears she was visibly fighting back. It broke Ron's heart to watch her like that. He took a moment to collect his words, ‚I … am sorry. I really am. I realize it was not what you expected and I promise, it wasn't what I wanted at that time,', he took a deep breath and his voice began to shake, ‚I wanted and still want nothing more than to be with you, Hermione. I just, I needed to be there for Mom, even though I now know my help wasn't really … necessary.' He looked up at her, the girl pushing away tears from her cheeks.
She bit her lip, ‚I mean, I know it must be terrible for your mother, simply horrid. I never wanted to keep you from helping your family. It's just…', her voice became small and shy, ‚I missed you so much.'
Ron got up, walked around the table, sat down next to her and pulled her close. Her body seemed to fit perfectly in the nook of his shoulder. As she turned her head up to face him, he looked deeply in her eyes and he just knew. She's the one. ‚I love you, Hermione.' It prompted her to sit up, her lips suddenly and forcefully meeting his and it was the same magic of back at Hogwarts. Their mouths consumed each other and he knew exactly what to do, because he just knows her better than any one. His hands on her neck, he pulled her closer. When they came up for air, Hermione said, panting, ‚I love you too, Ronald.' A chuckle escaping him at hearing his full name. Their kiss continued for a while and Ron could've sworn it was sending sparks across the kitchen. Their bodies intertwined, there was a want to get closer and the heat between them started to grow.
Ron felt the rush of the butter beer hit him as he pushed Hermione back to lay her torso flat on the bench. He leant over her, continuing to cradle her neck, their lips playing a delicious game. Their bodies pressed against each other, Ron felt a throb below his belt. Her curves just felt too bloody good against him. ‚If we keep going, I don't think I can restrict myself, Hermione. You're so hot.'
She looked at him mischievously, ‚I don't want you to stop, but do you think we should move this upstairs?'
Ron picked her up, carrying her in his two arms, they continued kissing as he walked up the stairs, pushing open the door of the bedroom Hermione directed him to. It ironically had been the one he had shared with Harry when they spent Christmas here during their fifth year. The sheets of the heavy four-poster-bed were tucked in perfectly and you could just generally tell, someone as neat as Hermione must live here. As he put her down, she sat up at the edge of the bed, pulling him in, her kiss becoming more urgent. All the while she had thrown her cardigan off the bed and signaled him to unbutton her crisp, white shirt. He fumbled for a moment until he went impatient and just ripped it opened, her laughing, ‚Ron…'. She quickly rid herself of her jeans and got up on her knees to pull Ron's sweater over his head as he stood in front of the bed, holding her at her bare waist. Climbing on top of her only wearing his pants, pulled his torso close with her legs intertwined behind his body. He looked down and consumed her sight, she was even more gorgeous as he had always imagined. Her perky breasts were encased in a dark blue bra, that pushed them together in a mind-boggling way. Her waist was narrow and there was the cutest little mole next to her belly button which he had never seen. Her thong was made of lace and semi-transparent in a way that almost made him gasp as he could see her mound shining through the material. Oh, how excited he was to get in there. ‚You are absolutely gorgeous…', he sighed, kissing her neck and between her soft breasts, cupping one with his hand. Hermione arched her back and undid the bra, pulling it over her arms and throwing it off the bed. The release of her delicious tits prompted him to grab them a little harder than anticipated which she seemed to enjoy as she moaned softly at his touch. His mouth quickly found his way to her soft pinkt nipples which he encased. He played with them, sucking on them gently, sending goosebumps across her body, her hands in his hair.
As their lips reunited, she rolled herself gently on top of him, by flipping him with his back on the bed. ‚My turn to look at you…', she smiled. Taking seat direct on the crotch area of his pants, her hand travelled down his chin, over his broad chest. trailing the freckles with her finger tips down to his abs which over the past year have strengthened and were now quite defined. Her touch reached his belt and as she started undoing it she also began slightly tilting her hips back and forth, creating friction between them. Ron's erection intensifying, he closed his eyes for a second, and let a little moan escape his mouth as he felt the delicate curve of the parting between her legs against him.
Hermione got up, pulling the pants and socks slowly off of Ron, ridding herself of her high stockings in the process. His boxers presented a big bulge which she eyed curiously and as she stood at the edge of the bed, she started pushing her fingers under the waist band, driving Ron insane. When she finally pulled them down and off of him, it only took her a second, to take in his size, nod approvingly and start wrapping her hand around, sending waves of lust through his body. In a swift little motion, she got to her knees, parting his legs with her body and just like Ron had fantasized about at least a dozen times, she started taking his member in her mouth, her curly-haired head bopping up and down. He felt her forcing her mouth down to the base of his penis, taking in his full length, making Ron prop himself up on his elbow, grabbing her hair with one hand and throw back his head, hissing, ‚Bloody hell, Hermione. Get over here.'
She got up and in one move he threw her on the bed, turning his entire body around, his dick finding his way back in Hermione's mouth while he grabbed both her legs, parting them and holding aside her thong with one hand. As the movements of her mouth around his erection started to intensify, he began placing his mouth directly on her slit, slowly sending his tongues up and down before encasing her pearl with suction, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. Hermione moaned loudly, ‚This feels so good, Ron. Don't stop.' As he increased the speed of his movements around her clitoris, he started inserting first one, then two fingers inside her slid. It was dripping in her juice and as he finger-fucked her harder and harder, her vocalization intensified and it only took a couple more strokes of his long fingers and a little more suction around her pearl for her to be sent into climax. He felt himself edging as Hermione grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white, ebbs of moans escaping her mouth around his steel-hard cock. Her waves of orgasm made her entire body shake and once it subsided and he had turned around, there was a spark in her eyes as she laughed, ‚Well done, Ronald. Very well indeed.'
He smirked, positioning his body to lay with his head to the head board where Hermione joined him. She lay on her stomach, kissing him almost innocently, her finger lingering on his chest.
As she turned around, her backside faced him and he couldn't help but slap her round, peachy ass, massaging it with his hand while whispering in her hair, ‚Want to keep going?'
Instead of responding, Hermione pushed her backside into him, tilting her hips so her slit pressed against his still fully erect cock. ‚I've dreamed about this for so long…', Hermione admitted. This left Ron a bit speechless, never having thought she, too, was fantasizing about this exact moment. When he found words, all he could say was, ‚You drive me mad.'
She continued rocking her hips against his dick, lubing it with her juice. Grabbing it, he rubbed it one, two, three times against her pearl which was still flushed and swollen. He was so ready to have her and couldn't wait any longer, so Ron began pushing slowly but surely into her slit which accommodated him well, her tight walls warm and moist around him. His tempo increased and as he pushed himself into her, she squealed lightly, grabbing his hand and pulling it around her body to rest between her legs on her clitoris. He kissed her neck and as he pumped into her again and again he started massaging her sex with his whole flat hand only interrupted by cupping her breasts every so often, playing with her nipples and then returning back to stimulating her pearl. Executing complicated acrobatics, Hermione lifted her leg, letting Ron enter even deeper into her. His movements pushed Hermione more and more on her stomach and he drew out, only to position her flat on her stomach, her back arched slightly, so her rear was lifted. Ron grabbed onto her hips and pushed his erection into her, leaning down over her back, holding her in place just where he needed it most. His hand travelled back down under her to meet her clit which he massaged forcefully, Hermione's moans of approval increasing. The thought and feeling of fucking the love of his life, feeling her slit tighten around him, sent Ron over the edge and he pushed himself into her hard, as she squealed. He felt tighten and twitch underneath him as he felt his lust take over completely, his whole body exploding in climax and his juices filling her up to the rim. They pressed themselves into each other, costing out every last whim of their orgasm.
They held each other in a loving embrace, their skin warm and sticky against each other and lay there for a while.
‚So,' Ron said jokingly once the initial post-sex exhaustion had worn off, ‚you're pretty good at this.'
Hermione play-punched him in his chest and turned around to caress his cheek, slowly placing herself underneath him, her hand traveling down to his rear, pushing it between her legs. Ron raised a brow as she said smirkingly, ‚Ready for round two?'.