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Chapter 8- Ron & Hermione, act 2
July 27, 1998
The Hogwarts Board of Governors and Wizarding Examinations Authority worked together to transform the Ministry of Magic Conference Room Number Eight to an acceptable testing center. At 8:00 a.m. 39 young wizards and witches waited outside the room and read the testing schedule posted on the door.
Monday July 27
Astronomy, 09:00 -11:30 Observations, 22:30-24:00
History of Magic, 13:00 -15:00.
Divination, 14:00.-16:00.
Tuesday July 28
Herbology, 09:00-12:00
Charms, 13:00.-16:00
Wednesday July 29
Potions, 08:00.-14:00
Transfiguration, 15:00.-17:00.
Thursday July 30
Arithmancy, 08:30-11:00.
Ancient Runes, 13:00-15:00
Friday July 31
DADA, 08:00-12:30
Care of Magical Creatures, 13:00-14:30
Muggle Studies, 15:00-17:00
"Why do the History of Magic and Divination tests overlap?" Ron wondered.
"Because not many people take the Divination NEWT, and even fewer the History of Magic," Hermione said.
"Correct, Miss Granger. A grand total of 6 people chose to take a History of Magic NEWT, and 13 the Divination NEWT," a Wizard said when he emerged from the testing room. "I am Henry Blaney, Head of the Wizarding Examination Authority and I am pleased to see all of you here this morning. We will work diligently to grade the tests as they are finished and everyone should have their results by the weekend. At this time, I would ask those of you taking the Astronomy NEWT to please come inside. Good luck to all of you."
Hermione gave Ron a quick good luck kiss that earned the giggles of the witches around them. Everyone had seen their picture in the paper.
"Hermione, I think that picture in the paper was so sweet!" declared Mandy Brocklehurst. Lisa Turpin was nodding eagerly beside her.
"It looks like the cover from one of my mum's bodice rippers!" Susan Bones declared.
It was clear to Hermione that the small crowd wanted her to comment on the relationship. What can I say? In a for a penny, in for a pound!
"Quidditch has done his body good?" Hermione offered.
The girls giggled, tittered and squealed and pressed her for details.
"Lisa, Susan, everyone; there's nothing sordid going on, I am not pregnant, nor are we marrying next week, despite what gossip you read in the paper. It's just a normal, ordinary relationship, that's it. That photographer just got lucky."
"Yeah, so did you," Lisa said.
"Aww come on Hermione, with the two of you, it's anything but ordinary," Susan said.
The Grangers would be at their office so Hermione would have the house to herself. When she, Ron and Harry finished their Astronomy tests, she would make them lunch. An hour and half later, Hermione, Ron and Harry emerged from the testing room, weary but confident that they had done well.
"It's why they're called Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests," Harry said.
Hermione went on ahead to the Ministry exit and apparated home. She had the Herbology and Charms tests tomorrow, so she planned to get in some last minute studying this evening. At home, she went to the den with a Herbology book and lounged on the sofa, e waiting for the guys.
"Coming to Hermione's for lunch?" Ron asked. "I'm headed over there after I pick up something from the library."
"No, you two go ahead, I'm taking Ginny shopping for her school things," Harry said. He felt like a third wheel around the two.
"All right, but she makes wicked grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and you're missing it."
"Tell her I'll see her tomorrow."
Ron arrived at the Granger home and softly knocked on the back door. He opened the door a bit and poked his head in. No Hermione in the kitchen or dining room. He heard soft snoring from the den and made his way there. He smiled at the sight that greeted him. Hermione was sprawled out on the sofa in her favorite comfortable track pants and t-shirt. A book (Floral Wonders of Africa) rested on her chest, one of her hands rested on her abdomen, the other above her head. In sleep, her mouth was slightly open and her lips occasionally pursed. He wanted to kiss that sweet, sexy mouth, so he did just that, knelt next to the sofa and gently pressed his lips to hers. She mumbled something and slowly opened her eyes, smiling sleepily at him.
"Mmm, hi there," she said, her voice husky in her waking state. She stretched and groaned, causing her t-shirt to ride up, revealing her smooth, toned stomach. He knew right then and there that he had to wake up with that the rest of his life. She sat up and rubbed her neck.
"How did you do on the test?"
"It was hard, but I think I did well."
"You must be hungry and I promised lunch. Harry didn't come?"
"No, he's taking Ginny to get her school things."
They chatted as she made chips and grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and took a pitcher from the cooler.
"Is that tea?" Ron asked.
"Yes, I saw it like this on the internet and thought I'd give it a try. Apparently, the Americans drink it cold and sweetened, by the glass. Not very British, I'm afraid."
"Well, they are Americans. If you're game, so am I."
They toasted each other and carefully tasted the cold, sweet tea.
"Not bad," Ron said and smacked his lips.
After lunch, she excused herself to shower and change clothes. Ron was taking her to dinner that night. He heard the upstairs shower start and decided to see what her room looked like. He heard her humming in the shower and went down the hallway to a door adorned with a large wooden 'H.' He cautiously pushed open the door and was greeted with pleasant scents of flowers, baby powder and musk. The room was decorated with light blue curtains and walls, beige bedcovers, brown carpeting and oak furniture. The bookshelf was filled to capacity and more books were stacked on the floor.
"I need more shelves," was heard from behind.
He turned around and Hermione was there in a bathrobe, running her hands through her damp hair. She sat down at her mirror, mumbled a charm and dried her hair with her wand then started running a brush through it.
"Let me," he said, taking the brush from her hand. "I always wondered what you did with it."
He slowly brushed her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. "Your hair is amazing," he said, holding a handful and letting it fall through his fingers. He brought another handful to his nose and breathed in. "Strawberries."
She put some lotion in her hands and applied it to her neck.
"Again, let me," he said softly, rubbing in the lotion where she had started. "Where else does it go?"
"All over," she said casually.
He felt his pants become tighter in front at the thought of her rubbing lotion on her own body.
"Would you like to-"
"Yes." What bloke would say no?
"Since that night, I've wanted you to touch me again," she said softly.
"I've wanted to touch you again," he said.
She gave him the lotion. "Then by all means, get to work."
He put some on his hands and started at her feet, making her squirm. She was ticklish there. He slowly moved up her legs, carefully slipping the robe aside to apply the lotion to her thighs. He swallowed and closed his eyes briefly when he caught a whiff of her arousal, which in turn made his arousal even more prominent. He was surprised when she grabbed his face and kissed him, her tongue seeking his, suckling on his bottom lip. His hands traveled up her legs as if they were spelled, delving into her robe and gently ran his hands over her stomach, hips and back up to her breasts. He had to stop and look at what he was feeling. They were perfect. Without hesitation, he leaned in and tentatively flicked an erect nipple with his tongue. She hissed and arched her back. He pulled her closer and buried his face in them, licking, nipping and suckling on them, losing himself to her gasps and moans of delight. His erection was now pleasant but painful, causing him to moan. Her lips brushed his ear.
"Go sit on the bed, love," she whispered.
"Parents...?"
"Not for hours."
She took his hands and led him to her bed. "Sit back and relax."
"What?"
"I want to make you feel as good as you've made me feel."
He had no response when she dropped to her knees, unbuttoned his pants with a wink and slowly unzipped them.
"Lift your bum."
He did and she slid his pants to his thighs and heard a sexy chuckle. "Silk boxers? I would have never thought."
"You like?" he asked in a shaky voice.
She nodded, bit her bottom lip and ran her hands up his legs and ran her fingertips across the tented boxers. He shuddered in anticipation.
Okay, remember what the article said! I should have used a bigger pickle to practice with! she thought. It's now or never! She pulled the waistband down and was almost swiped in the nose with his erect, pulsing cock. She ran her hands over the soft hair at the base, eliciting a groan from him. She gently squeezed his cock and slowly moved her hand down, then up. He made a strangled sound.
"You like?" she asked. He slowly nodded.
She stroked harder and faster, causing his bum to raise from the bed. As she stroked, she looked up to see his eyes closed, mouth open and leaning back on his hands, his hips moving in time with her hand. She smiled at the power she held, literally, in her hands. She loved knowing she could make him feel this good.
"Would you like me to use my mouth?"
He nodded quickly, unable to form a coherent sentence. When she took the head in her mouth, he whimpered and groaned. When she took the whole of him into her mouth, he cried out.
"More...yes.." he gasped. It didn't take long for his hips to build a rhythm with her mouth and after just a minute he stiffened, shuddered and thrust harder into her mouth, breathing heavily as his release shot into her mouth.
She was so aroused at this point that it was almost dizzying. She looked at Ron who was looking down at her in adoration.
"Amazing...you did that..." he whispered and pulled her into the bed with him. "Mind if I return the favor?"
She shook her head and let her head fall on his shoulder when he palmed her sex.
Just after four p.m. the Grangers returned home after a rather slow dental day, closing the office early. They heard talk from Hermione's room and went upstairs. Halfway up they heard "No love, no shoes on the bed" then "Yes mum" from Ron. Hermione snorted softly and said "Don't bring her into this, I beg you." They arrived at the open door to a harmless scene of Hermione sitting at her mirror putting the finishing touches on her hair. Ron was sprawled on the bed with a book. You would have never known what they did earlier by the sight of it. He rose from the bed when he saw them.
"Hi Mum, hi Daddy, how was work?" she asked.
"Slow day," Ian said.
"I'm almost done here, Ron's taking me to dinner," she said.
"Sounds fun," Elizabeth said.
They left the room, but not before Elizabeth saw Hermione give Ron a quick wink.
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