As much as he was trying to focus at the task in his hands, he simply couldn't stop thinking about what had happened that night, moments ago. Hermione liked him. Hermione was in love with him, just like he was was completely, madly in love with her. He, the one and only Ron Weasley, snogged Hermione Granger, the brightest, prettiest girl he'd ever met. His best friend. That was too good to be true, he reckoned.
That feeling was just too much to handle. He was with his father and his brothers, for fuck's sake, but his brain seemed to ignore that fact all at once, since every single amount of blood in his veins were travelling down from the moment his lips met hers and didn't seem to have any rush to go back to the rest of his body. Trying to hide the front of his pants from all those people around him had to be the hardest thing he got to do that day. - Bloody hell! - he cursed under his breath when the friction began to be unbearable.
Of course, he knew what he'd have to do to feel better. That was something he knew too well. And to think how many times he had done that imagining doing exactly what he and Hermione did a couple hours earlier... Well, and much more than that, too, but it all began with a good amount of snogging, he thought smirking to himself.
Finally, the tent and all the tables and chairs seemed to be in place. With that, he mumbled his goodnight to his family and went upstairs to his room.
He wondered if Hermione was already asleep or if she could possibly be in the same state he was on - hormonally speaking -. That was definitely a dirty thought, wasn't it? Hermione, alone in a bedroom just two floors from where he was, thinking about him, unable to stop her hands before touching herself right there where he wanted to touch... And his hand was already frictioning the front of his pants, slowly setting a rhythm that he knew wouldn't last that long. Thinking about Hermione pleasuring herself was Too. Fucking. Much. He couldn't keep that small amount of friction anymore, so he took off his shirt, lowered his pants along with his underwear and took himself in hands, working up and down at the perfect vision of Hermione squeezing her breasts while he slowly but firmly thrust inside her for the first time. How tight would she be? How hot and wet would she get for him? Merlin, he was harder than he's ever been before, and at that moment his fantasie turned from the "slowly but firmly" thrusting into her to fucking her senseless. He could feel his release coming, so he got an even tighter hold of himself just a few seconds before spilling on the floor what he wished to be inside Hermione.
He took his wand, murmured a cleansing charm, put on recently washed underwear and pyjama pants, and finally laid on his bed. He reckoned he'd get some sleep now that he's gotten some satisfaction, but oh, was he wrong. He wasn't feeling any less turned on than he was before. His dick was still hard as a rock. He had just wanked! How was that even possible?
But he knew exactly how. Hermione. She was right there, just two floors above him, maybe even doing the same thing he'd just done... No, but he couldn't keep that train of thought going. They had just admitted their feelings for each other, for fuck's sake. He couldn't just expect that she'd be ready to get physical with him just yet. Could he? Merlin, that girl would be the death of him.
In any case, he wanted to see her. Just to talk to her, snog her a little, tell her how beautiful and clever she was, smell her hair and run his hands on her arms, making her giggle and blush... Yeah, he needed to see her. He got up and was about to take his shirt from the floor when he heard a soft knock on his door.
- Ron? Are you awake? - Hermione asked in the lowest tone she could manage to say.
He got to his door so fast that he barely had his shirt on when he opened it wide to see her petite figure leaning on the wall beside him. She had an apologetically smile crossing her face, but her eyes were sparkling with a mischievous look - Sorry, did I wake you? - she asked.
- Not at all. I was actually thinking about going upstairs. Kinda missed you. - he grinned - Come in. - with that, he took her left hand and pulled her inside.
- So, you couldn't sleep either? I wonder where's your mind going? - she asked with a knowing look, cunningly smiling at him and sitting on his bed, putting her legs up and crossing them in front of her.
- Oh, are you now? I can safely tell you it wasn't going very far away... Just a couple floors above. - he said, smiling slyly at her.
- That's funny... 'Cause my mind was just a couple of floors down. What a coincidence, huh? - she gave him the same smile he was giving her - I need to say this, and don't judge me, but I've kept these kind of comments to myself for six years, so let me pour some out a little... Quidditch has been a great choice for you. - she said that looking shamelessly to his arms, picturing how amazing it'd be to be held by them while they were... Well, occupied moving.
And his ears were bright red, betraying how shy he still felt about himself. But he decided to ignore that. If she was saying that she liked what she saw, he would gladly believe it.
- Well, I aim to please. And don't make me start talking about what puberty's been doing to you. I won't be able to keep it that polite. - he said, clenching his eyes a little, sitting next to his pillow, leaning against the bed - I was really going to see you. I'm too excited to sleep.
- So am I. Kinda worried you'd think I'm mental, but I decided to risk it anyway. - and then her expression changed. She looked at him, her eyes locked on his - Ron, I know that we're going to a fight. Everyday might be our last, but I don't want to forget what I'm feeling right now. Harry needs us and we'll be there for him no matter what. But you have to know that I'm with you. I need you too, in a totally different way. - she blushed so hard she could actually feel how warm her cheeks were.
He felt like his heart was about to explode. She really did say that. - Don't you know by now that whatever you feel, I'm feeling too? We're together. I'm with you, no matter what. Harry will have to put up with me eye-fucking you 24/7, I don't even care. - he chuckled, ears still redder than ever - Come here. - and she did.
He leaned towards her, grabbing her face gently and pressing his lips on hers. She responded enthusiastically, getting as close to him as she could, then lying on his bed, next to him, touching his leg with her leg, going up and down, making him grab her waist more firmly than before.
The snogging next to each other idea didn't last much long, once he was already on top of her, his hands going up her sideways, briefling touching the side of her breasts over her shirt - and he could swear to God she was not wearing any bra. He was kissing her neck when he found a sweet spot just behind her ear that made her let out a soft little moan, and he couldn't believe the reaction he had. His dick actually did a little twist on his underwear. Again, he was sure that girl would be the death of him!
- Ron... Take off your shirt. - she said, hands on the hem of his shirt, and he immediately let her pulled it over his head. With that, she got up just enough to give him access to pull up her shirt too - Equal rights. - she smirked to him.
Ron knew that he hadn't died, but that was the only explanation he had for what was happening at the moment. He died and went to heaven. That's why she was right there, naked from the waist up, her perfect breasts at his mercy. Fucking hell, she couldn't be real.
- You... You're really not wearing any... Fuck, Hermione, you're so fucking hot. Oh my fucking God, you're not wearing a bra. - and he was kissing her again, urgently. His hands ran freely around her breasts, and she moaned in his ears everytime he pinched her nipples just a little stronger. That had to be the best sound he'd ever heard.
Because of his enthusiasm, she felt bold. While he traced kisses from her lips to her neck, then to her breasts, picking one nipple between his teeth, her hand got to the front of his pyjama pants, where he was happier than ever. She grabbed him softly, which caused him to breathe out a soft roar. If she was already feeling a pool forming on her knickers, that was the moment she knew she would have to have him in every way she could. With that thought, she put her hands inside his underwear and got a hold of him, tightly, and moved her hand up and down, tentatively. That made him shiver, actually shiver over her.
- Bloody fuck, Hermione... Can't you be bad at anything?
- No, I also aim to please. - she said in a seductive voice.
With that, he moved a little into her hands, but stopped after feeling how fast that would end if he didn't stop immediately. Instead, he looked at her face while he decided to go down on her. With his face in front of her pyjama pants, he asked - Can I? - his hands on the hem of her pants - Hell, yeah. - she responded, making him grin like the pervert he knew he was.
He took her pyjamas down, leaving her in nothing but her pink knickers. He looked at her, asking for permission. She nodded and took her underwear out herself, getting completely naked in front of him.
She was absolutely perfect. The vision of her wet, glistering center was too fucking much, he couldn't do anything but lower his mouth and gently kiss her there. She seemed to enjoy it, so he kissed her again, open mouthed this time, his tongue pressing on what he had learned from a very informative talk with his older brother, Bill, that was her clitoris. That was the place to work on if you wanted to make the girl cum. That much he knew.
So he kept that rhythm of licking and pressing her clit with his tongue, always aware of her responses. All he cared about was getting her off. Fucking hell, he was eating Hermione out. That was the best night of his life, by far. Her taste was even better than he had imagined all those years. There was nothing wrong about her, she was perfect.
When her legs started to tremble a little bit harder, he put them on his shoulders and kept that soft lick with a gentle press on her clit, knowing not to rush anything, he had to let her feel what she was feeling if he wanted her to get there. And then, little by little, her whole body started to shake, harder, harder, harder... Until she closed her legs around his face, holding him there while she rode out her orgasm, grinding on his face as she came really hard.
When she was done, he got up with the widest grin on his face - Oh, hi there. - he said to the beautifully naked girl lying on his bed.
- That was the best thing I have ever felt. Holy fuck, Ron. - she was even cursing at him. He created a monster! - Of course I have made myself cum before, many times. - she blushed a little by saying that - But, wow. Just wow. Now, come here... I don't think I can wait.
And she pulled him for another passionate kiss. He knew she could taste her on his mouth and that really made him lose the last amount of sense he had. His hands were on his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear, while Hermione helped getting them out with her feet.
Was she really in that big of a rush to shag him? Merlin knew he bloody was. But he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't make her say the exact words of consent to what they were doing. He would never tempt her into doing something she wasn't ready for. - Hermione, are you sure? - he asked in a low voice in her ear, nibbling her earlobe while he felt her hands on him again - I don't want you to feel like you have to do this. You don't have to do anything. - he said, worried.
- I know that, Ron, don't worry. I just really want to fuck. - she said that like she was talking about the weather. Then she guided his hand to her center again, showing him how incredibly wet he was making her feel - Feel that? That's all you, Ron. I don't want you to be gentle. Fuck me hard, please. - she said in that cunning tone she started to use that night - But, you know, this is my first time, so you should start gently. - she laughed nervously - And then, well... You can let yourself go. I know I will.
- I reckon you won't be able to walk properly tomorrow. Sorry in advance. - he grinned at her, while grabbing his wand and quickly casting a contraceptive spell - I won't hurt you for real, though. You know that. - he laughed - But hey, I won't stop until you're trembling again, do you hear me? - he said, grinding at her entrance, feeling the wetness down there and wishing nothing but to just going inside her - Promise me you'll tell me if you want to stop.
- I promise... Fuck, you're driving me insane. - she said, rolling her eyes shut in pleasure. That was all he needed, so he positioned himself and gently, but quickly made his way in.
Nothing could have prepared him for the amount of pleasure that tight, wet place of hers would make him feel. She was all over him. He started moving, and she moved with him, finding the right rhythm. She bit his earlobe while moaning softly at him, and that was the fucking sexiest thing ever. No fantasy of him - and he got many of those - would've ever compare to this.
They moved, his lips on her neck, while he also made soft roars in her ear, which she found incredibly manly and absolutely delicious to hear. At that moment, she felt like getting control, so she crossed her legs around him and switched their positions. She was now straddling him, while his hands laid firmly on her waist. - Ride me. - he demanded, to what she gladly obeyed.
She moved up and down, on a rhythm he was sure it was about to kill him, when she started to tremble a little, and he knew that moment enough to start meeting her movements, up and down, hitting her just on the right spot. So that was it. She was throwing her head back while riding out her second orgasm that night. With that, he grabbed her hair with his right hand while his left laid on her ass. He fucked her senseless that moment, knowing it was his time to let go. And so he did, a few thrusts later, spilling all of him inside her.
She then got up and laid next to him. He quickly pulled her close to him, which she happily accepted, resting her head ons his chest.
- Ron, I don't even know how to say this properly, but fucking hell, you're amazing at this.
- Me? Do you have any idea how hard it was for me not to cum after two seconds of you riding on my dick? Hermione, you're a fucking goddess, that's what you are. - he laughed.
- Well, I'm glad to hear it. For real though, you were really impressive. You made me cum twice, and it was my first time!
- I told you before: I aim to please, babe. - he said, joking - Do you reckon we'll be able to sleep now?
- We can try. If we don't, we already know what to do. - she said, grinning at him.
- We bloody do. Let's try, then. Just know that I'm fully down to test your theory, ok? Don't be shy if I fall asleep and you don't. I'm here for you. - he said in a perverted smile, winking at her.
With that, they drifted to sleep, laying next to each other, holding each other. Ron knew exactly how much he cared for her, how much love he felt for her, and that night was all he always dreamed about. Hermione rested her head on his chest and he couldn't think about a happier moment in his life. That girl would be death of him, he knew that. But she was also the difference between living and just getting by through life. He just hoped he could make her feel like that too.
Little did he know, she already thought so.