A Mutual Present

"Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you?" Hermione asked, smiling at him.

Ron laughed. "You know I am, little know-it-all," he replied jokingly, poking her on the ribs to tickle her. She laughed and slapped his hand, and both laughed.

Ron looked at Hermione, feeling completely happy. They were walking back to the main entrance of the castle, after an Apparition lesson in Hogsmeade. Ron had managed to Apparate without a flaw, and afterwards, they had had so much fun. And now, as they climbed up the front steps, Ron was thinking about why the hell he couldn't have this all the time, every day, when the very reason almost popped up out of nowhere in front of them.

"Oh, there you are!" someone shrieked angrily.

"Lavender!" he yelled, and both he and Hermione jumped away from each other.

"Oh, remembered me, have you?" she yelled, yes eyes blazing with anger. "What the hell were you doing with her!?"

"We had Apparition lessons, as you very well know," Ron explained, already tired of this.

"Apparition lessons?" she hissed. "Don't make me laugh, Ron! You two looked like — like you had been on a date! Together!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Ron groaned, willing his ears not to sell him out. This hadn't been a date, but Lavender had enough reasons to be jealous.

"Ridiculous?" she repeated, affronted. "You two were laughing and joking! You were tickling her!"

"Well, we're friends," he defended himself, knowing very well it was a lie.

"You never laugh with me anymore. Don't even talk to me!"

"We've never talked, Lavender. Just snogged."

"You almost sound disappointed!" Lavender accused him. "You didn't complain so much the first weeks, then you couldn't get enough of me!"

Ron threw a covert glance at Hermione, who looked very uncomfortable.

"Well, this is between you two. I'll see you in the common room, Ron ..." she said, starting to move to leave them.

"No, you won't!" Lavender shrieked, getting on her way. "You think you can steal my boyfriend and just walk away, making dates for later?"

"Dates?" Hermione asked, bewildered. "I didn't make any date, I just said —"

"I know what you said! I don't want you around him!"

"What?" Hermione asked, bewildered.

"You must be joking," Ron replied, now getting angry.

"I'm not! I'm tired of feeling that you'd rather be with her than with me! I'm your girlfriend!"

"Are you making me choose?"

"No, I'm telling you I don't want you alone with her! And that's it!"

"Well, that's too bad, because she's my best friend, and I'll keep seeing her and spending time with her."

"I'm your girlfriend!" she repeated angrily.

"If that implies me not seeing Hermione, then I'd rather you'd not be," Ron blurted out.

Both Lavender and Hermione stared at him, surprised.

"WHAT?" Lavender asked after a few seconds, completely taken aback. It was clear she wasn't expecting that response.

"What you've heard."

Lavender stared at him for a bit, her expression blank, and then became completely furious. "Well then! Consider yourself dumped, Ronald Weasley, Worst Boyfriend of the Year!" she yelled, and shoving him in the chest, she turned round and disappeared into the castle, sobbing.

Ron and Hermione stared at the door, both of them silent.

"Well, that — that was easy," Ron said after a while.

Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I just had to laugh with you and touch your ribs."

Hermione kept staring at him, and then broke into a laugh. "You're an idiot, you know?"

"I suppose," he said, shrugging. "But, on the bright side, I'm free."

"Yes, you are," she nodded, staring into his eyes.

"Free to spend my time as I want, or even to — to go out with someone else," he added.

"Yes. And ... well, have — have you someone in mind?"

"Maybe," he said huskily, moving a step closer to her.

"May I know her name?"

"Well, she drives me crazy," Ron said, moving another step closer to her. "And she gives the most wonderful gifts, even if they come a bit late."

"I see," she nodded, also moving a step closer to him, so they were now almost touching.

"Can we go somewhere private?" he asked in a low voice. "To — to talk?"

"Yes," she said eagerly.

Grinning at her, Ron grabbed her hand and ran towards the castle. They climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, and then Ron guided them towards a door they both knew too well.

"Ron, this is the prefects' bathroom."

"I know," he said, his ears turning pink. "But, you know, it's private," he added, a bit unsure.

"Okay," she nodded, a little smile on her face.

Beaming at her, Ron muttered the password and they both went in. Then Ron closed the door, making sure no other prefect or Quidditch Captain could enter.

They stared at one another, both knowing what they wanted, and yet unable to say anything. Ron found the situation ridiculous. After all, they had given each other oral sex, hadn't they? Shouldn't they be above this?

"This is odd, isn't it?" commented Hermione.

"Yeah."

"But it shouldn't," she continued. "I mean, after — after everything we've done …" she trailed off.

"I know," he agreed, glad that she had broken the ice. "Hermione ..."

"Yes?"

"I fancy you. I have for a long time."

"I fancy you too, Ron."

They stared into each other for a bit, an unsure smile in their faces, and then, at once, they were kissing. Passionately.

After an indeterminate time of intense snogging, Ron slid his hands down to her ass, which he kneaded, marvelling about its roundness and softness, and delighted with the soft moans she let out every time he squeezed her cheeks. His cock was already iron-hard.

"Does — does this mean I'm your new girlfriend now?" she asked, panting, her lips brushing slightly against his while she talked.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Fuck, yes, Hermione. I want you. And I want you to know that I'm sorry for — well, for the whole Lavender thing ..."

"It's all right," Hermione muttered reassuringly. "It's over now. We're together."

"We are."

"And now that we are ... well, I was thinking we should give each other a present to celebrate."

Ron's eyes lit up at her words. "That is a fantastic idea," he said, nodding eagerly.

"So ... what do you want, Ron? As a present?" she asked coyly.

"I —" Ron knew what he wanted to ask for, but could he?

"Say it, Ron," she told him, her eyes fixed on his while she caressed his face.

"Your pussy," he blurted out, enthralled by her eyes and her swollen lips. "I want your pussy, Hermione."

"Then it's yours," she muttered, causing his dick to twitch and his head to spin.

Holy fuck …

"But it's only fair I give something back to you," he managed to say after a few seconds.

"Your cock," was her immediate response. They hold their gazes for a moment, their eyes filled with lust, and then kissed again, hungrily, as if they wanted to devour each other.

"Do you fancy a bath?" he asked her between kisses, their wandering hands roaming over each other's bodies.

"That sounds wonderful," she muttered in response.

So Ron moved away from her, and began turning on the faucets, filling the immense tub. Afterwards, he turned round to face her again, and he froze on the spot, rendered speechless by the sight in front of him.

Hermione had taken off her robes, shirt and skirt, and was standing there in just a simple, yet incredibly sexy, black bra and matching tiny black panties. Fuck, she looked good enough to eat. She blushed under his intense gaze.

"What — what do you think?" she asked, looking nervous and unsure.

"Fucking hell, Hermione, you — you're so sexy. So beautiful," he told her, still in awe. "Come 'ere."

She walked towards him, daring to sway her hips invitingly, and Ron's cock twitched again. "You're overdressed, Mr Weasley," she joked.

"Yes," he nodded, and began to undress quickly, discarding his clothes until he was just in his tented boxers. He saw Hermione looking at his bulge.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes," she affirmed. "I like it ... a lot."

They kissed again, and Ron relished the feel of her skin against his. His hands roamed over her bum, grabbing handfuls of it before moving up her torso to cup her breasts. Meanwhile, Hermione's explored his own ass before moving to his front and cupping his bulge. He hissed in pleasure.

"Take this fucking thing off," he demanded, his hands squeezing her boobs over her bra.

Hermione released his cock and unsnapped it. At once, Ron lowered the straps and took it off her, revealing her perfect tits to him for the second time. He ogled her for a few moments, enjoying the way they moved up and down with her breathing, and then cupped them again before lowering his head and sucking on her right nipple.

"Oh, oh, Ron …" she moaned, sliding her fingers through his hair. Ron kept sucking on her, switching breasts every half a minute or so. "Ron ... Mmh, the tub is ... ah ... ready," she moaned.

"Good," he said, releasing her tits and looking behind him. Without stopping to think, he lowered his pants and, completely nude, jumped into the tub, splashing water all around. He resurfaced, completely wet, and looked at Hermione, who was watching him with desire all over her face, looking positively edible in those tiny black knickers. "Get in here," he told her.

Hermione bit her lower lip, making Ron's cock twitch once more, and then, grabbing the waistband of her panties, lowered them down her legs, slowly, seductively. Ron groaned when her perfect pussy was revealed to him. Allowing him to enjoy the sight of her nude body, she moved slowly towards the tub and got into the water in a much more graceful way than him.

She approached him, the bottom of her hair already wet, and they kissed once more. Ron's hands explored her body avidly, wishing he'd had more than two. Right now he had one on her bum and other on her tits, but it wasn't nearly enough. So he began to suck on her nipples once more, and moved the hand to her pussy, running his fingers through her wet curls. She moaned loudly, and, immediately, he felt her grab his cock in her soft, little hand and start to stroke it.

"Oh, fuck, Hermione!"

"I think you're a bit too tense, Ron," she commented, half-joking.

"You can say that," he replied, brushing her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned again. The image of her face contorted in pleasure made him twitch.

"I think it would be better if we relieved that tension first, don't you think?" she suggested huskily.

"What do you -?"

"Sit on the edge of the tub, Ron."

Ron stared at her, not understanding, but then she gave him a particularly good stroke on his cock, and he just complied. He sat on the edge of the tub, his feet in the hot water, with his erect cock protruding from his groin. He watched Hermione study it with hunger in her eyes, and he felt it twitch again.

Hermione didn't waste time. Putting her hands on his thighs, she forced him to spread them, and, holding his gaze, she lowered her head and took him in her mouth. Deep.

"Fuck, yes!"

She didn't bother teasing him, and went right for the prize, bobbing her head quickly, closing her lips tightly around him to give him as much pleasure as possible. Meanwhile, her wicked tongue swirled around his head, doing sinful things to him. He knew he wouldn't last long. She seemed to be gagging for his seed, and hell, he wasn't going to deny her.

"Hermione, gonna cum!" he warned.

"Mmmh," she moaned around him, taking him deeper. Ron felt his bollocks tighten and put his hand on her head. Unable to restrain himself, he pushed her down on him and thrust upwards, forcing his cock into her throat. When she just sucked harder, he exploded, flooding her with spurts and spurts of his thick cum.

"Fuuuuck, yes, yes, yessssssss!"

Hermione released his cock slowly, slurping on it, and then swallowed audibly, staring into his eyes. He almost went hard again just seeing her do that.

"That was fucking awesome," he said, panting a bit. "But now it's your turn."

"Yes, please," she moaned.

Ron got back into the tub and turned them around, pressing her against the border before kissing her again, realising he was just savouring himself through her. Oddly, the idea excited him and made his want to taste her grow. Grabbing her by her waist, he put her where he had been sitting moments before and began to kiss her down her body: first the neck, then her breasts, her tummy, and, when she spread her thighs wide, her glistening folds. She let out a moan.

Ron began to eat her out hungrily, practically snogging her pussy, relishing in her taste. He thrust his tongue inside her as deep as possible, using his hands to rub her clit. He could feel her buck against his face and he redoubled efforts, wanting her to cum soon and hard. He could feel his own cock hardening again. The idea of having it where his tongue currently was sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.

It didn't take long for Hermione to reach the point of no return, and when Ron sensed this, he switched his mouth and hand, sucking on her clit while fingering her aching hole, and, in seconds, she was climaxing hard, pulling on his hair.

"Ah, ah, ah, Rooon, yes, yes, I'm coming!" she screamed, her body spasming around his fingers. He kept sucking and fucking her, trying to extract even the last bit of pleasure from her, and only when she sagged against him did he stop and held her in his arms. "Mmmh, that was wonderful," she sighed contentedly.

"It was, but I hope we're not done," he commented, pressing her against him so she could feel his reawakened erection.

She smiled at him. "No, of course not," she confirmed, and kissed him with desire. Touching the other, they moved across the pool towards a set of stairs that descended into the water. There, she made him sit before taking hold of his cock in her hands. She stroked him softly.

"Fuck, yeah ..."

With her eyes fixed on his, Hermione straddled his thighs, and pointed his member against her pussy. She bit her lower lip, fighting a moan when his tip touched her folds.

"Do it, Hermione," he begged. "Please, get me inside you."

Slowly, she slid down his cock. Ron moaned at the sensation of her tight walls enveloping him, until he felt a barrier against his tip. He saw Hermione brace herself, and, raising her body a bit, she let herself fall on him, impaling herself on his cock. She let out a cry of pain.

"He-Hermione!" he yelled, trying not to succumb to the pleasure her tight cunt was giving him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she said quickly, her eyes tight shut. "Just - just a moment ..."

Ron held onto her hips, trying not to thrust upwards despite how hard it was, because she felt too fucking good. So, trying to distract them both, he put his hands on her neck and brought her mouth to his. They kissed, slowly at first, and then more passionately. He moved his hands to her tits and started kneading them, and then felt her starting to move her hips, her pussy sliding up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, oh, fuck, Hermione," he moaned against her lips. "You feel so good, so hot and tight … Merlin, this is incredible, a million times better than any fantasy."

"Yes, I know, Ron, you feel so good, too. So big inside me. This — this feels really great."

"Move, please," he begged her. "Ride me harder."

"Oh, yes, yes, Ron," she said, starting to move harder and faster. After a bit, he shifted his hands to her hips and ass, to help her move more rapidly. His eyes rolled inside his sockets, overcome by the pleasure she was giving him. Fuck, he never wanted to leave her tight, warm body.

Her movements became more erratic. They could feel the water surrounding them, their bodies splashing in it, making their sex even more special. Ron knew he wasn't going to last. Her mouth had felt incredible, but it couldn't compare with her pussy. He began to thrust upwards to counter her movements, enthralled by the way her body was moving atop his, by the sight of her bouncing breasts. Fuck, she was a goddess, and he wanted her to cum with him. So he moved one hand to her curls and began to caress her clit hard, in sync with their thrusts. Hermione screamed. "Oh, yes, yes, Ron, touch me! Touch me!"

"Fuck, I'm about to cum, Hermione!"

"Just a bit more, Ron, please, just a bit more!" she begged, moving faster, using one hand to squeeze her own tits. The image of her touching herself was too much for Ron.

"Hermione, I wanna cum in your pussy!" he blurted out. "Can I?" he asked, realising they had not cast any charm.

"Yes, yes!" she yelled. "I'm — I'm safe. Just — just hold it for a bit, Ron, I'm almost there!"

Ron closed his eyes, trying to cancel the visual stimulation that was her body riding his cock. He tried to think about Snape, or Hagrid and Madame Maxime together, all the while rubbing her clit harder.

Finally, when he thought he would simply explode, he felt her movements become shakier, and her pussy began to contract around him.

"Ron, oh, oh, oh, Rooon!" she screamed in pleasure. Ron snapped his eyes open, and contemplated, astounded, how Hermione orgasmed around his cock, her face a mask of bliss.

"Fuuuuuuck! he yelled, and exploded inside her, filling her eager pussy with streams and streams of his hot spunk. He thrust upwards madly, relishing the feeling of cumming so deep inside her clenching cunt.

"Oh, Merlin!" she moaned, when they were done, her body lying on top of his, both panting heavily.

"Yeah," he nodded, his eyes closed, his body tingling with the pleasure of his strong climax.

"I love you, Ron," she blurted out. Ron opened his eyes and stared at her, shocked. She was watching him, completely serious.

"Yeah?" he asked, and immediately smacked himself mentally, wondering what was wrong with him. 'yeah?' What kind of response was that?

"Yes."

"I love you too," he said at last, and embraced her, enjoying the feel of her naked, wet body against his. "I love you too."

She smiled, and raising her head, kissed him on the mouth, softly and lovingly.

Definitely, mutual presents were the best ones.

Yes, Lavender was annoying in HBP, but I think that, in her way, she cared for Ron, and she doesn't deserve being lied at and cheated on, but that's how this little piece came out.

Now, this is the second short story I'm publishing today and I hope you like it. If you did, I could ask for a review, but … I think what I'd really like is more Ron and Hermione fics with loads of smut 😊.

So I decided to start a little challenge, or game, or whatever you want to call it. When I write a one-shot, or a chapter of a multi-chaptered fic, I'm going to propose an idea, and someone should write a fic about it. Then they could do the same an propose something. Maybe this way we could get lots and lots of fics!

In 7 – 10 days I'm going to start publishing a very long story with loads and loads of smut. I started writing it years ago, so it needs some revising before I can start posting. But if I'm pleased with the amount of new fics (or new chapters) — whether they use the theme of the challenge or not — I could be persuaded to revise faster and, as a consequence, publish sooner. Besides, that way you could post your own challenges, and I could write in response to them, too!

So come on, people, let your imagination run wild and write! Write! Write! I gave you one one-shot and one short-story, so I've been generous in advance.

The challenge, or idea I propose with this fic is simple, and as the first, the same I used for The Joys of Making up: Dominant Hermione. The more, the better!