I've been reading fics for a long time, and with Ron and Hermione being my absolutely favourite pairing, I've noticed a lack of adult fics for them lately. Time ago I started writing my own smutty stories for myself … and now I finally decided to start publishing some of them.

I'm not an English-native speaker, so I apologise in advance for my mistakes.

Now, I don't condone cheating, and I think it's something really disrespectful. Maybe that's why I find it so hot in fiction.

I must say that this story was inspired by a little one-shot called Late Birthday Present: post/158852933424/late-birthday-present

And now — enjoy!

Ron's Belated Christmas Present

Ron couldn't help but stare at Hermione's back as she walked in front of Harry and him, talking animatedly to his sister. His eyes moved to that bushy hair he so loved and a small grin appeared on his face, thinking about how much he'd like to run his fingers through it. If only he weren't such an —

"You could be a little less obvious, you know," Harry whispered to him, breaking his line of thought.

Ron turned his head to look at his best friend, who had a knowing grin on his face. "What?" he asked, his voice low. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm talking about Hermione, Ron. If Lavender sees you looking at Hermione the way you were, she'd rip your eyes out."

Ron just let out a noncommittal grunt and kept walking, lowering his head and looking at the floor. At first, having a pretty girlfriend like Lavender had boosted his ego, made him feel good, but those feelings had died soon and now, thinking about her only made him sad and frustrated, but he hadn't still gathered the courage enough to break up with her, something he really wanted to do, especially since Hermione had started to talk to him again after he had been poisoned on his birthday.

Well, it was more than that. Yeah, at first, things had gone to normal between them, but, lately, he had seen a change in the way she acted towards him. More, let's say, flirtatious. She tried to spend with him all the time he wasn't around Lavender, talking and laughing, and, as a result, Ron was trying to avoid Lavender as much as he could so he could spend more time with his best friend. In fact, he and Lavender had barely snogged at all in a couple of weeks.

Not that he minded. Snogging was great, yeah, but he'd rather be just sitting with Hermione than having his tongue down Lavender's mouth.

He looked again at Hermione, thinking about the way she had been acting. Not just more carefree — not that she had stopped being bossy or nagging at him to study and do his homework — and flirtatious, but more affectionate, too. She seemed to touch him more when they were sitting together, or when they walked side by side, her hand frequently brushing against his. And at nights, she had started to ask him to stay in the Common Room talking, and then she sat next to him, more closely than she used to, so their thighs rubbed against the other's. During those nights she used to take off her robes, sometimes even unfastening the three top buttons of her shirt, so he could appreciate a bit of her cleavage. Also, her skirt would ride up a bit, allowing him to see more of her shapely legs.

It was not necessary to say that, after those chats, he usually wanked like mad before being able to fall asleep.

Now, he might not be the sharpest person, but he wasn't daft, either. He knew Hermione liked him. He had hoped that she would, of course, but it had been confirmed by the way she had acted after he had got together with Lavender.

Great idea you'd have there, Weasley, the told himself. Now he was stuck with her while he could be with Hermione instead. Fuck, what if she did kiss Viktor Krum? Well, okay, it mattered, but just a bit. He had snogged Lavender countless times — even touched her tits over her clothes on a few occasions — and that didn't mean he fancied Hermione any less.

He shook his head when he realised that they had reached the Great Hall and took a seat next to Harry and in front of Hermione, who gave him a smile. He returned it, feeling instantly better. That was the effect she had on him. Lavender, on the other side, only annoyed him lately.

And just as if the mere thought of her had Conjured her, she dropped onto the bench next to him. Parvati sat down on the other side of her.

"Hi, Won-Won," Lavender said sweetly, giving Ron a peck on his cheek. Ron tensed at the nickname, and he saw Hermione's eyes narrow a bit.

"Lavender, my name is Ron."

"I know, silly," she said with a giggle. "But everyone calls you 'Ron.'"

"Yes, and I happen to like that."

Lavender gaped at him, narrowing her eyes. "You're saying you don't like me calling you that. It's — it's an endearment!" she protested, apparently affronted by him not liking her pet name for him.

"I know. And no, I don't like it."

"Ummh," she huffed. For a moment, Ron hoped she would get annoyed at him, which would give him more freedom, but, a moment later, she relaxed and smiled at him, showing her perfect teeth. "Okay, sweetie. I won't use it anymore if you don't like it."

Ron stared at her, confused, and then looked down at his plate, wondering why he was irritated at Lavender being comprehensive. He felt Hermione's eyes on his and looked up. She gave him a little smile, before focusing on her food once more.

Or so Ron thought, until he felt her foot graze his leg.

For a moment he thought he had imagined it, but then he felt it again. He looked up, and saw Hermione, still eating and apparently untroubled.

He became nervous and excited all at once.

"Ron, are you listening to me?"

"Eh?" he asked, turning his head towards Lavender. "What?"

"I was saying that, as today it's Saturday, we could go for a walk after lunch."

Hermione's foot brushed against his leg once more.

"Eh ..."

Lavender pouted. "Ron, we never do anything together anymore and I miss you. Surely you miss me?" she asked coyly. However, her voice did nothing to him. His mind was focused only on his leg, waiting for that foot to touch him again.

"I've been busy," he replied.

"When we started going out, you had always time for me," she whined. Ron was going to say something, but then he felt Hermione touch his leg again, this time with her toes. Fuck, she had taken off her shoe! His cock began to harden and he almost moaned.

Those toes moved a bit along his calf, just under his trousers and above his socks, touching bare skin, and he forgot about anything else.

"Ron!" he heard Lavender yell.

"What?" he asked, cursing her inwardly from distracting him from the wonderful sensations Hemione was causing in him. He closed his eyes hard for a moment to regain control.

"You're not listening to me!" Lavender shouted.

"Look, exams — exams are close, okay? And the Quidditch final, too," he said quickly. "I'm busy."

"But what about today?"

Ron glanced at Hermione, who, though she seemed to be concentrating on her food, he knew was listening intently.

"I can't," he said. "I told Hermione we would work on our Potions assignment."

Lavender glared at him, and then at Hermione. "What!?" she practically shrieked.

However, Ron couldn't care, because Hermione rewarded him by moving her foot a bit harder against his leg, lifting the hem of his trousers a bit. He wasn't sure what was happening here, but he knew he didn't want it to stop.

"You heard me," he growled at his girlfriend, wishing she would shut up so he could concentrate on Hermione's little, sexy foot.

"Lately, every time I tell you to do something, just the two of us, you have something to do with her!"

"She's got a name, you know," Ron said, irritated. "And she's my best friend."

"And I'm your girlfriend, but it's obvious that does not mean a lot to you!" she scolded him.

"Lavender —" Ron was going to say something else, but his mind went blank when Hermione rubbed her foot even harder against him, going a bit up, now near his knee. He could feel his cock twitching.

"Don't bother!" Lavender yelled, and, getting up, left in a hurry, her face a mask of fury. A moment later, Parvati got up, too, shaking her head, and followed her friend.

"Nice, Ron," Harry commented, amused.

"Shut up, Harry," Ron growled. Then, Hermione stopped caressing his leg with her foot. He dared to look at her, and she gave him a tiny, almost playful smile.

"You should break up with her," she told him, and he knew he was implying much more than just that.

"I know."

"Well, are we going to work on that Potions assignment, then?" she asked him.

"We don't have a Potions assignment," interjected Harry, frowning. "We don't, do we?" he added, unsure.

"No, we don't," said Hermione. "I was joking. But I want to talk to Ron alone for a bit. Do you mind, Harry? We'll join you in the common room later."

Harry's eyes moved from one best friend to another, a hint of suspicion on them. But then he seemed to discard what he was thinking and shook his head. "It's okay. See you later, then."

Hermione got up and motioned for Ron to follow her, which he did, feeling grateful for the robes that were concealing his erection. Ron didn't say anything when they reached the Entrance Hall and neither did when she led him upstairs to the second floor and then along an empty corridor.

"Hermione ...?" he asked, unsure. He still felt astounded at what she had done in the Great Hall, and in front of his girlfriend no less, and felt the need to talk to her.

Hermione stopped and, turning round, faced him, giving him a saucy smile. "Ron, I've just remembered that I didn't give you a Christmas present," she blurted out. "So, do you want it?" she asked, pointing towards a classroom.

Ron furrowed his brows, confused. Of course, he wanted the present, but, shouldn't they go to the Common Room, then? Or did she have it with her?

"Come here, then," she said, and went into the classroom. Ron followed her, and, when they both were inside, she closed the door and silenced and Imperturbed it.

"What is —?" he started saying, but was interrupted by Hermione clashing her mouth upon his. For a moment, he just stood there, frozen, as she moved her perfect lips over his, too stunned to react. However, the moment he realised that Hermione was indeed kissing him he became an active participant, and, putting his arms around her, he returned the kiss with equal passion. After just a minute, Ron felt Hermione's hand on his chest, caressing it, and then going down until they were on his aching cock. He bucked his hips into her hand.

"Fuck, Hermione!" he muttered against her mouth, completely shocked by her actions.

"Take off your robes, Ron."

He didn't understand what was happening, but she didn't have to tell him twice. He quickly discarded them, seeing her doing the same. Once they were done, she snogged him again, putting her hands back on his cock and stroking him through his trousers.

"Hermione, fuck … What — what are you —?" he asked between pants.

"Do you like this, Ron?" she asked huskily, while she stroked him harder. "You must, it feels really hard."

"Fuck, yeah!"

"Good," she said, and then did something Ron would have never expected: she unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, showing her tits to him, encased in a sexy black bra.

"Bloody fucking fuck!" he swore, barely believing that he was seeing Hermione's tits. Fuck, he had imagined her tits hundreds of times, and knew (from summers in his house) that they were by no means small, in fact were (or seemed) a good handful, but seeing them like this, they were even better.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Merlin ..."

Hermione took off her shirt completely and then, taking a deep breath, unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Ron's cock twitched at the sight of her fantastic, round and perky breasts. "Merry Christmas, Ron," she said nervously.

"Fuck, you're perfect, Hermione."

"Am — am I?" she asked, unsure.

"Yeah. Your tits are fucking fantastic," he blurted out, still enthralled by the sight.

Hermione beamed at him and got closer. Looking into his eyes, she opened his trousers and then took his cock in her hand, stroking it and making him hiss.

"Holy fuck, Hermione!" he shouted, almost unable to believe that Hermione was touching his dick. How many times had he dreamt about this? How many times had he wanked fantasising about such scenario?"

"You can touch my breasts while I get you off, Ron. That's your prsent."

"Fucking hell, yeah!" he shouted, delighted, and, as she started stroking him harder, he put his hands on her tits, cupping them almost reverently, and then squeezed them gently.

"Mmmh, yes ..." she moaned, and kissed him once more, still wanking his cock. Ron responded with equal fervour, his hands now massaging those fantastic tits eagerly. They felt gloriously in his hands, and he knew he wouldn't ever tire of touching them.

He grunted against her mouth, almost on the edge by touching her boobs and the work of her hand on his cock. And when he felt her add her other hand and knead his bollocks, he let out a strangled cry.

"Hermione, gonna cum soon!"

Hermione stared at him, her eyes full of lust, her expression full of determination. In a moment, she was on her knees and, and, before Ron could say anything, or even process what she was doing, she wrapped her lips around his shaft and started sucking while her hands kept working him.

Ron screamed and thrust forwards, burying his cock even deeper into her glorious, hot mouth. He felt the tip touch the back on her throat, and, when she sucked hard, moaning around his pole, he lost it.

"Cumming!" he yelled, and groaned as he felt his cock spurting into her mouth while she swallowed it all, which only added to the extraordinary pleasure she was making him feel.

When she was done and got up, her breasts jiggling enticingly with her movement, Ron had to grab the teacher's desk to steady himself, because his legs had turned into jelly.

"Liked it?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Bloody hell, yeah ... That was — that was fucking awesome!"

She smiled at him, and then began to gather her clothes while he watched her, still having difficulties to assimilate that Hermione Granger had showed him her tits, let him touch them and allowed him to cum in her mouth while he was still going out with another girl.

Holy fuck, he thought. Yet, as he watched her putting her bra back on Ron couldn't feel guilt, just disappointment because she was hiding her amazing body. When would he see those tits again?

The girl you love has just made you cum, you git, a voice told him.

Well, that's right, he though, feeling better, and then tucked his cock back into his pants, buttoner his trousers and put his robe back on.

"Merry Christmas, Ron," she repeated, a smile on her beautiful face. Next she put her arms round his neck and snogged him for a bit, though not as passionately. Ron embraced her as well, moving his hands up and down her back, and just enjoyed the kiss.

"Thank you for your present, Hermione." he told her, a stupid grin on his face.

"You liked it, then?" she asked, smirking.

"Best Christmas present in history," he responded, and she laughed. Then they pulled apart and left the classroom to join Harry in the common room.