Risk Me - Chapter 4
Enjoy! I promise it makes up in spades for the lack of sexual activity in chapter three.
After unpacking Hermione's trunk, and Hermione performing a clever bit of charm work to conjure up a bed, Ginny and Hermione went down to the kitchen.
The Weasley's kitchen was quite packed; what appeared to be every last member of the Order Of The Phoenix was crammed into one room, including several new faces.
"Hello, Professor Moody!" Hermione said cheerily, squeezing her way through the crowd with Ginny close behind.
"Ar, hello Miss Granger. Had a good holiday, have you?" Moody replied, his magical eye whizzing in it's socket to watch Ginny elbow a warlock hard in the side in order to push through the crowd.
"Oh yes, it's been lovely." Hermione replied.
"Oy, Mad-Eye, what are all these people doing here?" Ginny said angrily. (The warlock had stomped on her foot in retaliation.)
"New members for the Order," Moody growled. "You can imagine the turnout following Dumbledore's funeral. He had a lot of loyal friends, and they've decided to join up now he's been murdered. A lot of good it'll do him now, eh? We'll be apparating to a secure location near the headquarters soon as Lupin and Tonks arrive. Molly's bringing Bill from St. Mungo's as well, apparently he's fit to travel now."
Just then, Harry entered flanked by Lupin and Tonks. Ginny eyed him carefully, but he showed no sign of being upset, so, she assumed everything had gone smoothly.
Slowly, in two's and three's, all the witches and wizards turned on their heels and disappeared into thin air.
Harry eyed Ginny sexily and winked at her. Ginny smiled in return. Hermione stifled a giggle and quickly turned away. At that moment, Ron came bolting down the stairs.
"I can't apparate! What's going on?!" Ron said furiously. "I've just tried to get down here from my bedroom three times and it's just not working!"
"Oh, Ronald." Hermione said exasperatedly, "Of course they've put extra protection on the house now all the Order members have left. Do you really think they'd leave us here unprotected? I bet we can't even get out the front door."
"When did you get here?" Ron gasped incredulously.
"Well, I thought after, well, after your last letter, I thought we ought to have a word." Hermione said, choosing her words carefully.
Ginny gaped at Hermione, however, Hermione showed no hints on her face. After Ron and Hermione disappeared up the stairs, Ginny put it from her mind and turned to face Harry.
He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Alright? You seemed a little off this morning."
Ginny smiled and took his hand. "I'm alright now. Everything go okay at your Aunt and Uncles?"
"Yeah." Harry replied, lowering his voice and stepping closer. "But I don't want to talk about that. Not just now."
Ginny gave him her sexiest look and he walked her gently into the kitchen counter top. She kissed him hungrily, and his tongue burrowed new paths in her mouth. He inched closer, pinning her against the counter and ground his hips roughly into hers. Ginny moaned loudly. "Shh!" Harry hissed, "Ron and Hermione!"
"Are probably as busy as we are." She whispered huskily. "Also, it's not easy to remain so quiet!"
"You're ridiculous." Harry breathed in her ear.
"Oh, am I?" Ginny shoved him off forcefully, and in one fluid movement she had grasped the waistband of his jeans 'round the front and brought the pants down with her as she fell to her knees. Harry goggled her as she began kissing him. She kissed him between her hips, above his penis, down his shaft. She wrapped her lips adeptly over her teeth and took him into her mouth. She applied smooth pressure up and down, up and down and then tightened her jaw slightly. Harry gasped for breath, Ginny withdrew. "Not so easy, now, is it?"
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Upstairs, Ron and Hermione had turned to face each other awkwardly in Ron's bedroom.
"So," Hermione began matter-of-factly "We should talk about your letter."
"Er, right." Ron said evasively.
"Don't you want to know how I feel?"
"Yeah, I do." Ron replied quietly.
"Well, I think you're appalling for asking me that in a letter!" Hermione said angrily.
"Oh yeah?" Ron said, firing up. "Well, maybe if you'd actually been here I would've been able to ask you in person, wouldn't I?"
"I'm so, so sorry," Hermione snarled, "For wanting to see my family for the first time in nearly two years!"
Ron didn't seem to be able to think of a satisfactory reply, so instead he glared wordlessly at Hermione until, finally, he dropped his gaze.
"So, er, did you think of an answer, then?"
Hermione stared at him incredulously. "You're actually serious about this? You want us to get married?!"
"Well...yeah." Ron said helplessly.
She stepped closer to him, taking his hand in hers. "We've been seeing each other for less than a month!" Though she said this in a voice much softer than her previous one.
"Yeah, I know." Ron said uncomfortably, still not meeting her gaze. "It's just, you know, I wanted to...well, you know, before anything happens..."
"Nothing's going to happen to us." Hermione said quietly. She caught his eyes and held them, leaning forward to kiss him gently. He met her lips with eagerness. Admittedly, he used a bit too much tongue, but Hermione enjoyed it all the same.
"Don't you remember? The Order's said it was like this last time when You-Know-Who was in power. But, we can take it slow, you know."
"Or, we could, you know, not." Ron said slyly.
"Ron! We can't just--"
"No, I mean, we could NOT take it slow.." He jerked his head towards his small bed in the corner.
Hermione bit her lip anxiously.
"I know, I mean, I know you're not. Well, I know you've never done that before. But, well, I haven't either. And I thought, you know, we could just get it done together." Ron finally looked up, staring at her with excited anticipation.
"Er..Yes." Hermione decided firmly. "Yes, that would be.. amazing. I really want to."
Ron beamed at her. He stepped closer and tentatively started undoing the buttons on her blouse. She watched his progress slowly, thinking of the deception she was stoking.
Vickor had been something else entirely. He had wrapped a strong hand around her head and kissed her face and neck with a sort of fierce yet gentle passion. He suggested they undress separately, and when Hermione stepped out from behind his closet door, he had stared not at her body, but into her eyes, his own blazing with warmth. He had been passionate, silent, and gentle. He listened to her small gasps and moans without making any noises of his own. He watched her carefully the entire time and took her firmly in his arms once they were finished. He whispered how much he loved her and vowed to keep her safe and happy for the rest of forever.
Ron was clumsy and apologetic, but his determination was what made Hermione love him so entirely. His bed was cluttered with bits of parchment, books and novelties from Fred and George's shop, so, Hermione instead backed up against a wall and hiked up her skirt. Ron was fully erect before he dropped his pants. He stepped up to Hermione awkwardly and positioned himself under her, stooping a bit.
"Er, ready then?" he said tentatively. Hermione kissed him softly and then nodded. Ron stood up a bit taller, and his brow furrowed in confusion when he met a solid barrier blocking his path.
"You've, er, got to push a bit." Hermione said gently.
"Right." Ron muttered, embarrassed. He put in effort, thrusting his hips slowly and then winced. Hermione did too. He pushed again and got a little deeper. Hermione was taking deep breaths. Ron's face set and he thrust powerfully, Hermione gasped in exotic pain. Ron grinned with a nervous sort of pride and he continued his powerful rhythmic thrusting, soon drenched in sweat. Hermione sighed with happiness and relief once he was fully inside. She felt slightly intoxicated with Ron's body interlocked in hers. They smiled at each other and Ron blushed slightly. "This is it."
"Yes. And it's perfect. I really love you, so much." Hermione said quietly, not meeting his gaze.
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