Four Days of Fantasies
Chapter 2— One Down, Three to Go.
Ron woke with a start. He'd just had the most gloriously vivid dream about Hermione pleasuring herself in front of him. Wait, that wasn't a dream! That had actually happened! Ron smiled to himself, and snuggled closer to Hermione. With a sigh, she smiled up at him as her eyes blinked open.
"Hey you," Ron murmured.
"Hey yourself," she mumbled, with a stretch and a yawn.
"Last night was…brilliant! I feel like I have a bloody hang over!" He chuckled.
"Mmm, yes, you did seem to pass out there a bit."
"So…what's the plan for today?" Ron asked, sheepishly.
"You'll just have to wait and see tonight."
He groaned, loudly, "Tonight! I can't wait that long!"
"You can and you will. We both have to go to work—we will not skive off…" Hermione cut in before he could suggest it. "…besides, the wait will make it all the better."
"Says you," Ron pouted. Hermione pulled that bottom lip of his into her mouth and sucked on it, causing lust to stir within him instantly. Much to Ron's dismay, she quickly pulled away before the kiss could get too deep, and then she practically glided into the bathroom. The last thing Ron wanted to do was leave the bed, but after his performance yesterday, he knew he had better get to work, and be on time about it.
An hour and a half later, Ron found himself doing something he hadn't done in quite a while, thoroughly snogging Hermione in the middle of her office. After having a quick breakfast at the Atrium canteen, they had gone into work together. Something they hadn't done in quite a while. Ron walked Hermione to her office, taking every opportunity to pinch her heavenly bum. He was feeling very much like he had when he'd first started dating her, and it was glorious.
"Ron!" Hermione panted. "We have to stop, you have to get to work or you'll be late."
As much as he hated to remove his hands from her warm arse, he knew she was right. So with one last searing kiss, he reluctantly left her office.
Ron gleefully shook Marshall's hand, startling the poor man terribly, but Ron didn't care, he was on the top of the world! Not only did Hermione want to stay with him, but she was going to give him a different fantasy every night until his birthday. He smiled like a pillock all the way to the Auror department.
Harry seemed to have been waiting for Ron, and the minute he stepped through the door, Harry grabbed him and shoved him into an empty office.
"All right, Ron?" Harry asked, a bit anxiously as he fixed him with intense green eyes.
"Yeah, mate…are you?" Ron returned, rather concerned with his friend's intensity.
"I'm fine!" Harry practically shouted. "You were the one who was out in space yesterday, and almost had a royal cock-up. Then you shout out that Hermione is leaving you, and run off without explaining!"
"Oh, that." Ron had forgotten he'd said that to Harry yesterday.
"Yeah that! What the hell is going on? Are you and Hermione all right?"
"Yeah, yeah, we're fine, mate." Harry visibly sighed in relief.
"Well what the hell happened?" he asked, and Ron hesitated for a moment, but this was Harry, if he couldn't talk to him about it, then who could he talk to.
"Well, we just haven't been able to spend a lot of time with each other lately. She's been working a lot and well, I rather blew up at her yesterday about her new assistant…her new male assistant." Harry seemed to understand what that meant. After all, Ron's jealousy was legendary.
Ron continued, "Well I was certain that she was done with me, but when I got home last night she was…" Ron paused to allow a dreamy sort of expression to creep over his face. "…she was wearing nothing but tiny black knickers and she—"
"Oi! Ron, I don't want to hear that!" Harry shouted, covering his ears.
"Why not? We're blokes, we can talk about this stuff," Ron chuckled.
"No we can't! Hermione is very much like a sister to me. I can't listen to that!"
"Oh come on Harry, you're being ridiculous. We've known each other long enough. We should be able to talk about these things like two adults."
"Fine," Harry said. "Let me tell you what your sister did to me last night, and this morning for that matter! She's got some mouth on her—"
"Bloody hell, Harry!" Ron shouted over Harry's laughter. "That's different and you know it!"
"Why, because Hermione isn't my blood?" Harry spat, looking quite serious suddenly, and just a bit hurt. "Doesn't make her any less of a sister to me, doesn't make me love her less or be any less willing to die for her! That's not fair if you think you can come to me and discuss Hermione, but I have no one to go to about Ginny!" Harry finished in a huff, and Ron felt like shite.
"I'm sorry, mate. That's not how I meant it. I know Hermione looks at you like a brother, and I know she's family to you, too. It's just weird hearing about Ginny, is all." Ron paused, and hoped that Harry understood, because he certainly considered him a brother.
"You know Ginny and Hermione talk about us don't you?" Ron said, to fill the awkward silence, but that statement only seemed to make it worse. Harry's cheeks colored slightly, and then they both burst into a fit of laughter.
"All I'm saying, Harry, is that we should be able to talk about what's going on in our life…all of it," he paused with a shrug of his shoulders, and then began pacing.
"I'm not saying that I want to know how talented my sister's mouth is…" Ron glared at Harry, and at least Harry had the grace to look sheepish, knowing that his joke went a bit too far. "…but if things are going wrong, we should be able to talk about that. And, if things are going really right, we should be able to talk about that too," he sighed. "The last six months have been pretty lonely for me, and I had no one to talk to about it…except for my journals." Ron finished, feeling as though he had been a bit whingey, but Harry seemed to understand what he was trying to convey.
"You're right, I'm sorry, mate. I should've noticed that you were not yourself these last few months. If you want to talk, I'll listen." The two men stood with another heavy silence between them. Should they hug? What is appropriate behavior when you bond with a man like this? Ron gave Harry's shoulder a hearty clap, and that seemed to do the trick.
"So all is well now?" Harry asked.
"More than well, mate. Hermione's got the next three nights planned just to fulfill my fantasies." Ron cheesed wide, as Harry goggled at him.
"You're kidding!"
"'Fraid not," Ron said, with a smirk at Harry's shocked expression.
"Well, maybe it's not such a bad idea that Ginny and Hermione talk about this stuff," Harry said, looking hopeful. The two of them howled with laughter as they headed out of the office and over to their pre-shift briefing.
Ron hurriedly scribbled his name on the form he had just completed. It was the last of many required for the arrest he and Harry had made earlier on their shift. Harry chuckled as Ron breezed passed him with one destination in mind. Hermione!
Once again, he Apparated home to a dark and silent flat. This time his heart was thudding for an entirely different reason. Ron wondered where Hermione was, but he assumed he should start looking in the bedroom. After all, the flat was not that big.
He traveled down the small hallway, and pushed open the door. There was a distinct thump in his chest, and simultaneously, a thump in his trousers at the sight that greeted him. Hermione was seated in the exact same position as she was the night before, only this time she wasn't wearing the black silk dressing gown. In fact, she wasn't wearing anything at all.
"Hi," she whispered, and looked up at him with an angelic smile. Ron found it a bit much that he was yet again rendered speechless by the sight before him. It's not as if he'd never seen her naked before but God, it never became any less amazing.
This time, however, Ron's brain seemed to snap into gear a lot quicker than before. He stepped into the room as Hermione stood, and stepped up to him, then kissed him tenderly on the lips. Quickly, it became deep and sultry with Ron's massive erection digging into her stomach. He began to maneuver them to the bed, but Hermione protested.
"Ron, wait!"
"What?" he breathed.
"This is not your fantasy."
"I beg to differ," he said, and attacked her neck with his hot tongue. For a moment, he seemed to be winning the battle, because Hermione moaned and arched into him.
"No, Ron!" She pushed him off her, causing a loud growl to escape his throat. "Come on, you won't be sorry, I promise." She took his hand, and led him toward the bathroom.
"How could I be sorry, whatever this fantasy is, it involves you being starkers," he mumbled, and slid his large hand over her bum, then squeezed.
"Well, I won't be the only one," Hermione said, and pushed open the bathroom door to reveal the magnificent transformation it had under gone. Ron's jaw dropped as he gaped at the massive space that looked nothing like it did that morning. It was filled with ivory candles floating in the air and the only other thing in the bathroom was an enormous sunken tub. Gone were the vanity sink and toilet.
"What did you do? How did you do it?" Ron stared at Hermione with wonderment.
"Oh, well I banished the sink and toilet, then expanded that wall, she pointed, "then enlarged the tub. Oh and I made it an in-ground."
"Oh, is that all?" Ron remarked with a tone mixed with sarcasm and amazement. But he quickly forgot how amazing the bathroom was, as Hermione was now undressing him. She tossed his robes to the floor and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
Ron couldn't help himself, he had to touch her. Reverently, he ran his hand along her sides in slow circles. Her skin was the softest living thing he had ever felt and he longed to taste it. Hermione pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and let that fall to the floor. Methodically, she ran her delicate hands over his taut chest, and down to the rippling muscles of his stomach. The next instant, she was tugging at his belt in an eager but gentle fashion.
Ron took this opportunity to simply stare at his wonderful witch. She had grown into a remarkably beautiful woman. As he thought of this, his hands absently stroked her hair, and before he could stop himself, he was pulling her face toward him for a kiss. She sank into him as her hands slipped into the sides of his trousers to push them down past his hips.
Hermione pulled away gently, apparently intent on finishing the task at hand. Ron began looking around the bathroom, and reveled in the fact that Hermione was absolutely perfect. Looking in the tub, Ron noticed the water looked to be a golden color or perhaps it was from the glare of the many candles.
"Is there something in the water?" Ron asked, and Hermione looked up at him with a devilish grin.
"Champagne," she said, as she tugged on Ron's boxers pulling them down around his ankles. When Hermione was once again face to face with Ron, however, his expression was not one of anticipation and desire. He looked rather confused and working toward angry.
"Cham—champagne? How did you…" he breathed, but the realization hit him like a brick. No, she didn't. She wouldn't. But as soon as his fierce blue eyes met her guilty brown ones, Ron knew.
"You read my journal!" he shouted, and it wasn't a question. Taking a step back, Ron stumbled a bit over the boxers still around his ankles, and then he kicked them off angrily. Hermione's mouth hung open as though she were waiting for a valid excuse to simply fly right into it.
"You did, didn't you? Why? Why would you do that?" Ron whinged, feeling inexplicably betrayed.
"Ron, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! It was an accident I swear!" She pleaded with him, stepping forward to place a hand on his chest. He didn't attempt to remove it, probably because most of his mental faculties seemed to have shut down.
"You can't accidentally read something, especially not a book!" He fixed her with a wide-eyed accusatory glare. "I'm so stupid! You were acting so oddly yesterday, so much so that I thought you were Polyjuiced! But I'm so bloody desperate for some attention from you that I didn't even see what was in my face! Of course you read it, why else would you let me—" he snapped his mouth shut, feeling a little perverted after what he'd done last night.
"You invaded my privacy! Why would you do that?" Ron was really shouting now, and he wanted desperately to stop because with every word, Hermione flinched. Tears were brimming in the wells of her eyes, but had not fallen yet.
"Ron, please, let me explain. I…I have never, ever read your journal before the other night," she was beginning to tremble and although he was furious with her, his natural instinct was to hold her until she was okay, but he fought against it. Her voice quivered as she continued.
"You were passed out and as I tried to move you, the book fell open. I saw my name and something just…just went off inside of me. I…I felt terribly insecure, and I needed to know what you had written about me," she panted rapidly as she explained. "I knew I shouldn't have been doing it, but I couldn't stop myself! I'm so sorry!" Now both hands were on his chest, and it was as if she was anchoring him to the world, because it would surely spin off its axis if Ron could no longer trust Hermione.
"In the past five years, I've never even had the desire to read that journal, but lately be—because of what's been going on with us, I was afraid th—that you might want to leave me," she whispered that last part. "I was frightened, and I gave into it…I'm sorry." Hermione finished sadly, and stared at Ron with pleading eyes.
"Please say something," she begged. "I know what to do with a shouting Ron, or a Ron that's throwing a tantrum but…but I can't handle a silent Ron," when he still didn't speak, Hermione continued, "I only read about four pages, Ron—"
"Hermione, stop." He cut in, and she instantly stopped speaking. Her hands trembled, still in their position splayed across his chest. Ron looked down at the floor, unable to meet her eyes.
"I…I don't really know how to feel about this," he whispered. Hermione stepped closer to him, gripping his shoulders in sheer desperation.
"Ron, just see that it was an isolated incident. It has never happened before and it will NEVER happen again…I promise! But…but it got us here." She gestured wildly around the romantic bathroom. "All I want to do is please you…please, let's not waste this night. Let's just get in the bath and enjoy ourselves. Please Ron…please!" Hermione stared at him groveling with her eyes, and Ron must have given a slight nod because she seemed to relax a bit and put a shaking hand into his to led him over to the tub.
Ron was numb as he followed Hermione mindlessly. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew he was not ready to get into that tub. Before his brain could allow his mouth to voice a protest, he was stepping into the warm bubbly champagne.
Ron shivered as he went deeper into the liquid. He sat on a bench-like groove that ran around the inside of the tub and caused the champagne to rest below his shoulders. The fluid sparkled and fizzed around him making delightful sensations burst on his skin. It was…fantastic! Unfortunately, the mood was not at all conducive to such splendor. Silence gripped the couple as Ron sat on one side of the large bath and Hermione on the other.
"Are you all right?" she asked, timidly. Ron could see that she was trembling as if she was cold, when in actuality, it was very warm in there. It took a moment before his true feelings were suddenly able to be articulated.
"I…I just feel…violated, Hermione," he whispered, feeling a touch dramatic, but that was how he truly felt. The silence stretched as Ron looked down into the sparkling gold liquid. Suddenly, Hermione burst into tears so violently, it scared Ron. He was on his feet in an instant, sloshing over to her and pulling her up into his arms.
"Shh…don't cry, love. I'm sorry, don't cry." Ron held her tight to him, stroking a hand through her hair. He felt like shit. He knew in his heart that Hermione would never do anything to hurt him, and he also knew that he could trust her.
More than anything, Ron felt embarrassed. Those things he wrote in that book were private because they were silly. Silly, simple thoughts from a silly simple man, and if he really thought about it, he should be jumping for joy that Hermione had read the bloody thing and still wanted to be with him, because clearly, it was filled with the ravings of a lunatic.
"Don't ap—apologize, you…you have nothing to be sor—sorry about!" Hermione hiccupped more, and then took a few calming breaths. "I've ruined everything, haven't I?" Her voice was low and held a defeated tone that Ron had never heard before.
"No, you haven't, Hermione. I was just surprised and reacted badly. I'm just embarrassed, is all," he kissed the top of her head as she pulled back to look at him. She was utterly beautiful in that moment. Merlin, he could never stay angry with her. Honestly, everything she did, she did out of love for him.
"Why would you be embarrassed? Ron, the things you wrote were beautiful." She reached up a quivering hand and caressed his cheek. "You're a beautiful man and everything in your head is pure beauty, Ron. I wish you could see you, the way I see you. Then you'd know…you'd know how perfect you are." Her head fell forward to his chest again, and Ron couldn't speak for the lump in his throat. The silence lasted long moments as they held each other and swayed slightly in the bubbly.
"Is this really what it feels like to be inside me?" Hermione asked, indicating the champagne. Ron looked at her for a moment, and then suddenly they both burst into laughter.
"Not really, love, no. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote that. As wonderful as this feels, nothing can compare to the feeling of being inside you," he whispered. His voice had suddenly taken on a husky tone and within an instant they were frantically kissing.
Ron stumbled backward and landed awkwardly on the seat, Hermione still clinging to him. She straddled his lap as her tongue delved deep into his mouth. Ron moaned, and pulled her closer. They were sloshing around in the champagne as they groped and fondled each other.
Ron's hot mouth blazed a trail down Hermione's neck and shoulder until he reached her breasts. Wow, if he thought they were sweet before, it was nothing compared to Hermione's breasts dipped in champagne. He sucked her sweet flesh into his mouth, swallowing down some of the sweet liquid in the process.
Hermione moaned loudly and arched into him. Ron worked his tongue around her deftly, causing Hermione to thrash about. He moved over to pay equal attention to her other breast. She began to grind her hips on his lap, and Ron momentarily lost his ability to move. The fizzing from the champagne combined with the delectable friction from Hermione's pelvis was threatening to send him into a massive eruption. Ron stilled her undulations with firm hands as he let her succulent breast slip from his mouth.
"Lay back, love," he whispered. Hermione seemed confused, but nevertheless complied, arching back so that her wild curls became saturated with the sweet liquid.
"All the way…can you float?" Ron instructed further as a wicked idea took life in his head.
"Um…yeah, I think so." Hermione hesitated for a moment, then she spread her arms and arched back even further, kicking her feet out until she made a graceful ark with her body and floated on the surface.
"Whoa, you looked like a Mermaid doing that!" Ron said in amazement.
"Ugh Ron, Mermaids are horrible looking creatures," Hermione snorted, causing Ron to color slightly and chuckle.
"Oh, yeah they are, but I meant what Muggles think Mermaids look like, and that's damn sexy!" He pulled her foot to him, and sucked her big toe into his mouth causing her to giggle.
Ron got on his knees and dunked his head under. He thought it best not to open his eyes since this was not water and he was in no hurry to find out if champagne burned. When he popped his head back up, he was right between Hermione's legs. Perfect.
He ran his tongue up her thigh and was rewarded by the shiver that traveled through her body. The sweet taste put a smile on his face, and he lapped at her juicy flesh eagerly. Hermione moaned and squirmed again. Ron slowly and tortuously kissed his way up her inner thigh until he was at her center. He paused and blew his warm breath over her, causing Hermione's body to quiver.
"Ron, please!" she begged. Not being one to ever be able to resist a begging Hermione, he immediately obliged, and plunged face first into her sweet folds. She screamed her delight and attempted to grab his head, but was unable to reach him and maintain her posture for floating.
Ron lapped at her greedily, taking in great mouthfuls of champagne in the process. Hermione moaned and thrashed about sending waves of the liquid over the sides of the tub and onto the floor. Ron paused, evilly knowing he had her right at the edge. Hermione raised her head slightly, apparently trying to see why he was stopping.
"You're going to go under if you keep trying to look at me." Ron chastised with a smirk.
"I want to see and I can't seem to get a grip on anything," she panted. "I can't reach your head and the edges of the tub are too slippery."
"And you absolutely have to grab onto something?" Ron asked as he lazily kissed the inside of her thigh. He already knew the answer to that question. Hermione always gripped something when he pleased her with his mouth. Usually it was his hair, so much so that he was worried he'd soon be balding like his father. Other times, she gripped the sheets. She'd actually ripped them once. So he knew it was killing her not to have something to hold onto. Ron placed a gentle kiss on the soft wet lips between her legs, then stood and trudged over to the edge of the tub.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"Just a tic, love," Ron whispered, then stretched his long arm out and pulled his robes to him. He removed his wand from the inside pocket then turned back to her. Hermione eyed him curiously as he raised his wand and mumbled a spell. Before she could question him, a large mirror appeared on the ceiling. His wand waved again and all the candles floated to the perimeter of the room.
"Oh, my," Hermione breathed, as she looked up at herself floating in effervescent golden liquid.
"Liked that, did you?" Ron smirked, but he was not finished yet. One last flick of his wand and brass handles appeared on either side of the tub. Hermione instantly reached out and gripped them.
"Impressive, Mr. Weasley," she said with a sly smile at his beaming face. Ron looked up at her in the mirror. With her arms and legs spread wide, it reminded him of a time in sixth year, when he secretly watched her lying in the snow making an angel. They weren't speaking at the time so he stayed off in the distance and gazed at her longingly. Ron smiled as he tossed his wand to the floor then resumed his position on his knees between her legs.
"If you think that was impressive, you haven't seen anything yet, Miss Granger!"
"Ooh, am I in for—" Whatever Hermione was going to say, died in her throat as Ron's mouth clamped down on her sweet center. Hermione instantly tightened her grip on the brass handles.
Before long she was writhing and moaning frantically. With her legs draped over his shoulders and her ankles crossed behind his back, Hermione had Ron's head secured right where she needed it.
The champagne sloshed and splashed wildly under her rolling hips. Waves of it seemed to fill Ron's mouth and some even went up his nose. He knew he'd have to do something soon, otherwise, he risked drowning for sure.
Having learned early on how to get Hermione off quickly, Ron knew what he had to do. It was a skill that came quite naturally to him, surprisingly enough. It only confirmed to him that he was made to love this woman. While there were many techniques he could use to get an orgasm out of Hermione, one sure way was to kiss her down there like he was kissing her mouth. No fast tongue flicking or any of that nonsense, but simple smoldering, passionate kissing.
Ron began to work his lips and tongue in an intimate kiss. Instantly, Hermione stilled, she seemed to know what was coming. Ron didn't do this to her often because she came so hard the first time, she passed out. Scared him to death!
"Oh…Ron…please…yes!" she screamed, holding her hips as still as she could manage with her legs quivering as madly as they were. Ron held her bum to him as if he was holding a bowl of tantalizing food to his mouth.
Hermione was moaning and screaming so loudly now, Ron was afraid that the neighbors would think he was murdering her. Suddenly, her screams got caught in her throat and gave way to choking and gasping. Her body began to quake and Ron could feel her inner muscles spasm against his mouth.
After a few intense moments like this, Hermione's body went limp. So limp that Ron feared she had passed out again, but a quick look at her face showed that her eyes were still open. However, if it weren't for the rise and fall of her chest, Ron would have been certain that she had died; her stare was so blank and sated.
He pulled her hips to him as he floated backward and took a seat on the groove in the side of the tub. Ron placed Hermione's pliant body on his lap, peppering tender kisses on her neck and shoulders.
"All right there, love bug?" he hissed in her ear. She moaned and pulled her head back to fix him with a dazed look.
"One day, you're going to do that to me and I'm going to slip into a coma or something," she whispered, and smiled hazily at him.
"Surely you're not complaining are you?" he asked, with a quirked eyebrow.
"Absolutely not, I'm just warning you, when I end up in St. Mungo's you'll be the one to tell my parents, and yours, what you did to me." She chucked and so did he. Hermione leaned forward and kissed him soundly. Just as Ron was getting into it, she pulled away, slid off his lap and sank down under the surface.
A split second later, he felt her hot mouth close around him. Ron sucked in a massive breath. The sensation was out of this world! The tiny bursting bubbles from the champagne, coupled with the skilled suction of Hermione's mouth, were proving to send him over the edge far too quickly. However, Hermione popped up a moment later gasping for breath.
"Oh my!" she panted. "I thought I could hold my breath longer. I swallowed so much champagne…it's really good though." She coughed a bit.
"Here, stand up," she said instructively, and Ron complied without hesitation. The liquid came to his hips leaving just a little more than the head of his manhood poking through the surface.
Hermione sank to her knees and was in perfect position to set to work on him. Ron moaned and let his head fall back heavily to the wall. She had a rhythm going with her mouth twisting and sucking while her hand pumped up and down. Then she released him with a loud slurp, and dipped under the surface to suck his bollocks into her mouth.
"Fuck!" Ron shouted, as Hermione began to pump him shaft vigorously while she continuing her treatment under the water. He wanted desperately to sit down, his legs felt like jelly. It wouldn't be much longer before he exploded. His head was swimming now and he was certain it was a combination of what Hermione was doing and what had to have been a full bottle of champagne he had ingested.
Ron reached out clumsy hands and latched onto Hermione's hair. She brought her mouth back to his member, and Ron growled loudly as she pumped her mouth vigorously, gently squeezing his bollocks with one hand. Ron timidly thrust his hips, trying unsuccessfully, to keep from going into a full-fledged hump of her mouth. Hermione seemed to encourage exactly that as she gripped his buttocks and pulled him to her.
As she took him deeper, she began to moan in the back of her throat and that was Ron's undoing. The vibrations caused a chain reactions deep from within his balls that he felt travel the length of his shaft and explode into Hermione's mouth. It was so forceful that Ron lost all control of his legs and dropped hard to the seat. Hermione immediately chased him under the surface catching, it again for a few last sucks.
By the time she came up for air, Ron was barely able to remain in a seated position. He felt her plant delicate kisses along his jaw line, but he was too dizzy and too knackered to respond. Then he heard Hermione giggle and that caused his eyes to open thickly as if they had been coated in molasses.
"I think I might be a little tipsy," she giggled again, and much to his surprise, Ron giggled as well. Then he knew he must be pissed because…he does not giggle!
"My goodness, I swallowed a stone of that stuff!" Hermione said with a smile, and her eyes did look a bit unfocused. Ron suddenly realized that they needed to get out while they still had enough of their wits about them. Two intoxicated people in an oversized tub were a recipe for disaster.
"Come on, let's get out," Ron stood and felt as though he weighed a thousand pounds. He helped Hermione up and the two of them slipped and stumbled into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed.
"Bloody hell! The room is spinning!" Ron groaned. He was amazed how something so marvelous could turn so nauseating in only a matter of minutes. He felt Hermione sit up beside him, but was unable to open his eyes for fear he'd retch all over the place. She was moving and jostling the bed far too much, but suddenly he felt fine, great even. He opened his eyes and saw that Hermione had her wand in her hand.
"Sobering charm," she smiled then pointed the wand at herself and mumbled the spell. A second later she aimed her wand toward the bathroom and gave it a very complicated movement. Ron heard rumbling and scraping noises coming from inside and assumed the bathroom was being returned to normal. Flopping back on the bed, Hermione gave a great sigh.
"The charm sobered us, but did nothing about the exhaustion," she said and Ron groaned in agreement. Then he pulled her wet body to him, wrapped them in a blanket and they were both sleeping soundly in a matter of minutes.
The next day, Ron stumbled through work, exhausted but still excited about what he might find when he got home. Hermione had taken the day off, stating that she had lots of preparation to do. Ron was certainly astounded that she was not only coming home at a normal hour, but had actually taken a day off. He couldn't help but feel special. This was his last shift before the weekend and he was looking forward to having some time off. Never before had he anticipated his birthday as much as he did now. He could only imagine what the last fantasy would entail.
Currently, he sat in the small park across from their flat. Hermione had given him strict instructions not to return before six in the evening. Unfortunately, he was through with his shift an hour early. One side effect to having vanquished Voldemort, sometimes it was slow to be an Auror. Now, Ron had time to waste.
Reflecting on what had happened over the last two days, Ron found he was quite surprised that he'd had two of the best orgasms of his life, and had not actually shagged. He also found that he didn't really care if he shagged tonight either.
Ron thought for sure that he'd be dwelling on the fact that Hermione had read his journal, but he wasn't. He actually believed her when she said that she hadn't read much. Honestly, he couldn't say that if he had been in her position, he wouldn't have done the same thing. In fact he knew he probably would have. His fear that she wanted to leave him would have certainly been motive enough for him to snoop through her personal items.
Bloody hell! It was 6:01! He'd wasted a whole minute…thinking! Ron snorted, then Apparated into the flat and quickly removed his robes, tossing them over the back of the sofa. He knew Hermione would fuss about that later, but he needed to get to that bedroom. When he pushed open the door, he was shocked to find it empty with the exception of a changing partition on the far side of the room. Ron hoped that Hermione was behind it.
"Ron? Is that you?" she called from behind the screen, and Ron breathed a sigh filled with anticipation.
"Yeah, it's me," he said, as he stepped further into the room. He was about to asked if she had forgotten about the fantasy for tonight, but it never made it out of his throat because Hermione stepped from behind the screen wearing…her Hogwarts uniform! Only it wasn't quite the same. The pleated skirt was at least a few inches shorter than Ron remembered and the blouse was certainly a lot tighter.
Hermione bit her lip and looked up at him behind a heavy veil of lashes. Before Ron's mind could even register what he was doing, his feet were already moving and he had grabbed Hermione in his arms crushing her to him with a passionate kiss. His hands were roaming frantically…Ron was nearly out of his mind.
Because he and Hermione didn't get together until after they left Hogwarts, he'd never had a chance to indulge in all the lusty thoughts he'd had about her in that bloody uniform. And he'd had many! He was so hard it was threatening to have him doubled over in pain. The roar was quieted a bit as had Hermione pressed against him in the most fantastic way, causing him to groan with need as his hands traveled up her skirt, mauling her arse savagely.
"Ron!" Hermione pushed away from him, panting. Ron groaned.
"Hermione!" he mocked her tone.
"This is not your fantasy!" she breathed. Ron rolled his eyes as his hands continued to roam under her skirt.
"You obviously didn't read much of my journal because I go on for at least three pages on just how much this is my fantasy! I also spent quite a few pages talking about how wonderful it would be to come home and find you starkers!" He smiled down at her thinking about finding her that way last night. Hermione looked a little uncomfortable at the mention of the journal, but she recovered quickly.
"Well then, consider yourself lucky that you are getting more of your fantasies fulfilled," She smiled coyly then picked up her wand and gave it a wave. Ron heard a pop behind him and turned to see a rather large old fashion camera sitting on a wooden tripod. It was positioned right at the bed and before Ron could question, he heard Hermione whisper something else. He turned toward their four poster bed to see that it was now lavishly decorated with crimson hangings, gold satin sheets and rose petals sprinkled about. Ron looked back at the camera, then at the bed and finally at Hermione.
"What's all this?" He stared dumbly.
"Well, I thought you might like to take some pictures…of me," she said shyly, then looked away.
"Oh." Ron swallowed. "Um…yeah, sure," he finished uncertainly. Hermione stepped away from him and over to the camera and Ron's eyes followed her, mesmerized by that snug uniform.
"All you have to do is look down into this—"
"What did you do to your uniform?" Ron interrupted, and Hermione seemed to be thrown by his question as she stared blankly at him for a moment.
"Oh," her cheeks colored slightly. "Nothing…it's…it's from fifth year," she whispered, and blushed crimson. "I suppose I've filled out in certain areas since then."
"I'll say!" Ron stepped up close and ran his hands up the back of her thighs. That uniform was driving him bonkers. Hermione tried to continue with her explanation and ignore what his hands were doing.
"Look down in here and you'll be able to see the shot you want, then…" she picked up a cord attached to the camera. "…press this button and that's it." She turned in his arms. "Have you heard a thing I've said?"
"Mmm, yeah sure," Ron answered distractedly, now kissing her neck. Hermione pulled away, much to Ron's dismay. She backed up until she reached the bed. Then she crawled to the center and sat with her legs crossed in front of her, looking very much like a school girl. They stared at each other for a moment.
"Well, Ron, what do you want me to do?"
"Oh!" Ron jolted slightly, and stepped toward the camera. He really had no idea what to do so he simply looked between Hermione and the camera a few times.
"Well, how do you want me to pose?" She offered, seeming to understand his difficulty.
"Er…well, maybe…maybe I'll take one like this first." He pressed the button on the end of the cord and a loud pop accompanied by a flash of light resounded in the room. Ron smiled; this is going to be fun.
"How about you…er…um…undo a few buttons?" His ears burned red, but he quickly forgot his embarrassment as Hermione studiously complied. Her plump cleavage peeped out at him and Ron felt his trousers go tight even more. He quickly pressed the button allowing for the pop and flash.
"Er…open the top completely…please." He added as an after thought, thinking that he sounded a touch bossy. Hermione obeyed without hesitation. She pulled the blouse open to reveal a white laced bra.
"Aren't you going to snap the picture?" Hermione asked after several minutes of Ron goggling at her.
"Oh, right." He snapped the picture, and Hermione began to absently caress herself while she waited for him to decide what his next shot would be. Ron, however, found her current actions quite picture worthy and snapped another one.
"Keep doing that." He practically moaned as he adjusted himself. Hermione uncrossed her legs and gave him a delicious glimpse of her white lace knickers.
"Lift your skirt, love," Ron whispered with a slight cringe, because he sounded almost like a letch, but was nevertheless pleased when she followed his instructions. He eagerly snapped the picture. Then Hermione seemed to grow inpatient of this step by step instruction and she began to calmly pose herself.
Ron was so shocked by this that he failed to capture the first few poses. However, when Hermione turned her back to him, bent over on all fours and flipped her skirt up over her bum, Ron snapped away like a mad man.
She pulled the shirt off and soon the skirt followed, Ron captured it all. He must've snapped at least six pictures of Hermione in those glorious white knickers and matching bra, but it was her knee socks that had Ron stroking himself through his trousers.
They always drove him mad in school. He constantly wanted to know what the curve of her calf looked like under them and found himself mesmerized whenever she would pull them down to give her leg a scratch because of the itchy wool.
Hermione unhooked the bra and tossed it toward Ron, pulling him out of his daze. Then she turned away from him again and got on all fours. She looked over her shoulder and said, "You know, if you press that white button on the side, it will take pictures automatically every sixty seconds…if you wanted to join me."
It took Ron a moment to catch on to what she was saying. However, when he did, he removed his clothing, and pressed the button practically all in one go. By the time he reached the bed, Ron was only wearing his socks.
Climbing on the bed, he positioned himself behind Hermione. He was so hard he was actually in pain. His hands shook as he smoothed them over her back then dipped it underneath and caressed her breasts. She moaned and backed into him.
Ron couldn't take it any longer. He tugged at her knickers trying to pull them down, but in his desperate need, he actually ripped them off. Hermione shrieked, but seemed to be pleased by the aggressive action. Ron trembled with anticipation. He didn't want to just ram himself into her. After all, it had been a few weeks since he had been inside her.
Ron ran his hand down her soft buttocks then further between her legs, and was surprised to find that she was extremely wet. She moaned and opened her legs wider. That was really all Ron could take. He guided himself toward her entrance, and she arched her back, prepared to take him on as Ron went in for the plunge.
"Fuck!" he shouted, as her tightness threatened to cause him to explode that very second. His body quaked as he held himself still.
"You okay, love?" he bit out, knowing that he needed to make sure she was all right before he began to move.
"Yes," she grunted, but her face was in the pillow and she was trembling terribly. He didn't believe her, but before he could say anything, she wriggled her arse and began to move against him.
"Merlin!" Ron wailed, then grabbed onto her hips, and began to thrust earnestly. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were screwed shut. A loud pop and flash startled him, and he looked over his shoulder at the camera. He'd completely forgotten about that contraption.
Ron tried to still himself from exploding right away, but it was difficult to say the least. Everything was threatening to send him over the edge. The sounds of heavy breathing, inarticulate grunts, flesh slapping flesh and every few seconds, a pop and flash from the camera were all threatening to have him finishing early.
Then he looked down and saw the way Hermione's arse jiggled every time he banged against it and he nearly bit through his lip to keep from coming. Ron could feel his balls tightening and knew he it would be over very soon. So quickly, he slipped a hand underneath Hermione, seeking out her juicy folds and began massaging her nub. She screamed out, her face still in the pillow until Ron took his other hand and snatched it away.
"I…want…to…hear…you!" Ron grunted with each thrust. Hermione was moaning so loudly now, he was doubtful that she had even heard him. Suddenly he felt her inner muscles clamp down on him so firmly that Ron had no choice but to leap over that cliff right along with her. With some fiercely sporadic thrusts, Ron emptied himself inside Hermione with a shout and a string of curse words so loud he was close to losing his voice.
Hermione fell forward in a dead heap, quickly followed by Ron. His heart was hammering in his chest and he was panting loudly as if he had run a mile…backward. They lay there, unmoving for several long moments. The camera was still snapping photos until Hermione reached out a noodle limp arm, grabbed her wand and flicked it toward the contraption, stilling it.
Several hours later Ron awoke, not even realizing that he had fallen asleep. They were both still lying on top of the covers and practically in the same position they were in when they slumped to the bed post-climax. He raised an arm that felt as heavy as lead and rubbed his face.
After a trip to the loo, Ron went to Hermione and scooped her up in his arms. She stirred slightly, but snuggled into him. He then awkwardly picked up her wand, mumbled the spell to pull the covers back and then he placed her back on the bed. After he climbed over her, he tucked them in neatly and pulled Hermione to him. Ron kissed her on the mouth and mumbled, "I love you." She smiled sleepily and gurgled something that sounded like, "me too."
AN: One more fantasy and one more chapter. Hope you all enjoyed this. Please leave a review!
Thanks,
Karen
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