Dreams Come True
Author's Note: Originally published on January 28, 2010
A completely nude Hermione sat cross-legged on her plush carpet, resisting the strong urge to rub her aching clit. She was facing an equally naked Ron—his lean freckled body flushing crimson as he slowly stroked his erection. She could see nothing but raw desire in his eyes.
She hadn't envisioned this when, at the last minute, she'd placed the seemingly innocent parchment in his Christmas stocking. It stated that she'd participate in any activity of his choosing, no complaints. He could even decide what she would wear.
Quidditch was to blame for the note. Ron attended many matches, wearing his Cannons robes with pride and charming his face to a garish shade of orange—making him look like an oversized carrot. He was always nagging her to attend matches with him, and he'd promised he would make her go someday, wearing the same ridiculous outfit.
She thought this would be a fun way for him to make that fantasy come true. As she looked at the items laid out in front of her, it was evident he had a much different thought in mind. She knew it would be naughty... and they would both love it.
"Put them on," Ron's eager voice instructed.
Hermione spread her legs out in front of her, watching as he licked his lips. Lifting her bum, she buttoned the familiar pleated skirt around her waist before seductively pulling the white knee socks up her smooth calves and slipping on the black leather shoes. A pillow was all that remained between them.
Ron scooted forward and placed the pillow behind her, his warm breath tickling her ear. He lifted her legs and pulled her close, the skirt bunching around her waist, her thighs resting on top of his. They were separated by inches when his fingers found her wetness, eliciting a moan. As they locked eyes, Hermione took hold of his jutting member, her hand sliding up and down in time with his ministrations.
"Do you remember our prefect rounds, Hermione? Merlin, I used to wank like mad afterwards. I'd dream about pulling you into a classroom, tearing off your robes, and shagging you senseless. You would scream my name, over and over."
He gently pushed her backwards until her head was cushioned by the pillow. Getting up on his knees, he straightened her legs so that her ankles were resting on his shoulders, before plunging his hard cock deep into her soaking cunt.
"Ohhhhh!"
"This is how I would fuck you in my dreams, Hermione, on top of some professor's desk."
"I fantasised, too... of you wanting me... taking me. Oh Ron, more... please."
Ron fucked Hermione even harder, pushing forward, practically bending her in half. She loved his delicious weight on her as he relentlessly pounded her heated center, lightly pinching her sensitive nipples. She screamed as she came, and he climaxed a moment later, shouting her name.
Ron collapsed between her splayed legs and into her warm embrace.
"Best gift ever, Hermione."