Second chapter!

I'm happy by the reception of this fic, I hope you keep liking it as things progress.

I mentioned that Ron and Hermione are a bit OOC in this fic, and that's not just due to the cheating thing, which I already said is something I can't imagine the canon characters ever doing, but because they grew up differently. Hermione never met Ron and Harry, so she's a bit more uptight (in a way) than canon!Hermione. In the case of Ron, he can be a bit more childish, though, due to the way Voldemort is defeated here, he matured in a way that doesn't do in the books, which in a way makes up for the lack of Hermione's influence in his life.

Initially, I had devised the idea of Voldemort being defeated after fourth year as a way to get rid of him, and didn't give it a lot of thought — remember this was originally just a smutty fic. However, as the story unfolded, my mind couldn't rest so in the end I know how it happened and, though it is not very relevant to the story, it is important for Ron's development as person.

Now, things are about to get interesting. Despite Ron and Hermione's mutual dislike of each other, it's undeniable there's some tension between them. And thing's are about to get hot …


Chapter 02

The Worst Assignment Ever

Monday, 7th July 2003

"So — what do you think about Hermione?" asked Harry as they sat down in Ron's office just before lunch.

"What?" replied Ron, looking at him. "Who?"

"Hermione. Percy's girlfriend. You met her yesterday," explained Harry, looking at him as if he were daft.

Ron forced himself to keep calm and put an expression of disgust on his face. "Ah, her. Well, she's an infuriating know-it-all that thinks she's better than everyone else," he said.

"You think so?" asked Harry, a bit surprised. "I found her nice. And Ginny said she liked her."

"Yeah, well, maybe she was nice to you, the Boy-Who-Lived. She was an absolute nightmare to me. Though I suppose Percy never told her what a failure you are."

"He told her you were a failure?" asked Harry, gaping at him.

Ron shrugged. "That, or something like that," he said.

"That's very wrong," mumbled Harry, shaking his head. "He really treats you horribly, Percy."

"Tell me something I didn't know, Harry."

"I think Hermione's too nice for him, actually."

"If you think so ..." Ron said, shrugging and avoiding his friend's gaze. No need to let him suspect something had happened between them last evening. And well, besides being hot, he really had found her horrible. Just thinking about her made his blood boil.

"We might have to work with her," added Harry casually.

"Hopefully not," replied Ron, his guts twisting at the idea. "That's the last thing I need, someone else to go and tell Percy everything I do is wrong."

"You don't do everything wrong," argued Harry. "You're an excellent Auror, Ron, and you know it."

"Well, tell him that. Or her. She told me she couldn't understand how you could be friends with me."

"What!?" Harry exclaimed, and furrowed his brows, clearly offended. They took the mickey out of the other all the time, but they were fiercely protective of one another.

"What you heard. Percy spoke to her about me, so, apparently, Ms Perfect Grades knows everything there's to know."

"Hum," said Harry, still frowning. "Well, she's an idiot, then," he stated.

"Exactly!" exclaimed Ron, happy to have his best friend on his side.

"Though I suppose that the fact that you crashed against her didn't do much for her opinion about you."

"That was an accident!" shouted Ron. "besides, I thought you were on my side," he added grumpily. "Anyway, enough talk about Percy and his stupid girlfriend. Why don't we go for an early lunch? I'm famished."

Harry laughed. "When aren't you?"

"Shut up, Potter. And just for that, you're paying to—"

"Weasley, Potter!" someone shouted from outside the office.

Startled, they turned towards the door to see Gawain Robards, Head of the Auror Office and their boss, standing under the doorframe.

"Good morning, Sir," said Harry politely.

"'Morning, boys. Come with me, you two, I need to introduce you to someone."

Ron and Harry shared a look. "Some new recruit?" asked Ron, though it was odd. New recruits usually arrived after summer.

"No, no, just come with me."

Intrigued, they got up and followed him to his office, where someone else was already waiting for them. Ron's eyes widened in horror.

It was Hermione.

"Let me introduce you to Ms Granger, who is going to be appointed Deputy Head of Legal Office this week. Although I'd bet you have met her already," said Robards jovially, sitting on his chair.

"Yeah. Yesterday, to be exact," said Harry. "Hi, Hermione," he greeted her in a polite, though not friendly voice. Ron, on the other hand, said nothing. He had a bad feeling about this. Why would Robards introduce them specifically to the new Deputy Head of the Legal Office?

"Hi, Harry. It's good to see you," she said, giving him a small, nervous smile. She didn't even look at Ron.

Ron clenched his teeth, trying not to look at her despite how difficult it was. She had her hair in a ponytail again and was wearing perfectly immaculate work robes. Everything about her spoke about decorum and efficiency. She could have been a young Professor McGonagall, in fact. The idea made him chuckle, and his ears turned pink when he realised the other three had heard him and had turned their heads to look at him, even Hermione, though she had a look of absolute disdain on her face.

"Something funny, Weasley?"

"Er — no, no, Sir. Sorry."

"Well, the question is that, besides dealing with inner workings of the Legal Office, Ms Granger main project is a proposal that focuses on crime prevention. This proposal will define changes and actions that will affect many branches of the Ministry and a few aspects of our society. The purpose, obviously, to take proactive actions to prevent future crimes. And to do that, she needs to investigate the kind of crimes we deal with. By revising cases of the last years, she'll gather the necessary information to make that proposal that, hopefully, will lead to reduced crime rates in the future.

"To do that, she needs consulting with us, the Auror office, and that's why you're here."

Ron was invaded with sudden dread. Revising the cases of the last years? For someone who hated paperwork, like him, there couldn't be a worst assignment.

"Ah," managed to say Harry, who hated paperwork as much as Ron did.

"Are you serious?" Ron asked his boss before he could force himself to shut up. He didn't miss that glare Hermione threw him.

"Completely serious, Weasley. And let me tell you that Minister Shacklebolt and Mr Knowton have given their full support to the project, so I expect you to help Ms Granger as much as she needs."

"But — how is this going to prevent crimes?" Ron insisted, finding the entire idea ridiculous.

Hermione folded her arms tightly in front o her chest and looked at him. "Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" she started to explain, as if he were daft. "Instead of just acting when a crime is committed, we could determine the ones most likely to occur. And taking into account the circumstances, social status and economic background of criminals, we could address the issues that lead people to commit those crimes, instead of just being reactive and act once the damage has already been done," she finished, a proud look on her face.

"Well, we're Aurors, fighting Dark wizards and catching them is what we do," replied Ron.

"Well, thank you very much for that valuable piece of information, Ronald, but I was already aware of that," she retorted, addressing him as if he were stupid. "But it would be better if people could be helped before they commit a crime, don't you think?"

"Helped?" repeated Ron angrily. "Sorry to tell you this, Ms Granger, but the people we deal with is not precisely the kind you'd like to help!"

"That's what you say," replied Hermione, talking as if he were a child unable to understand important things. "In any case, it's obvious you're not the right person to help me with this. Sir," she continued, turning to look at Robards. "I think it would be enough if I had just one Auror as a contact. I don't want to keep your people out of their duties, after all. I'm pretty sure I can manage having just Harry as a consultant."

Harry opened his eyes wide at her statement. For his part, Ron knew he should be glad. After all, the last thing he wanted was to work with her, especially in such a shitty assignment. However, her obvious dismissal made him feel like a disposable piece of parchment. As if he were stupid or useless.

"Well ..." started to say Harry, obviously — at least to Ron — unhappy about the idea. "I suppose I could. Though I might not be available for days, I'm working on a Smuggling case right now."

It was half an excuse, as Ron knew. After all, they were a team and Ron wasn't even assigned to it. He would only intervene if there was some fight and Harry required assistance.

"Potter, you'll only provide insight when required. As you said, you have your hands full with that case. Meanwhile, Ms Granger, you can work with Weasley. He's got no major case assigned at the moment, so he has more time. Besides, it's obvious he doesn't believe in your project, and I think his views might prove useful when confronted with yours."

"Oh," said Hermione, clearly disappointed. Yet, she smiled, trying to hide it. "Well, I suppose you might be right," she accepted out of politeness, though it was clear to Ron she disagreed completely.

"Well, everything arranged then," said Robards, clapping. "You may go. Keep me informed about your progress."

Harry and Ron got up at once, but Hermione addressed Robards once more, "Sir, if you don't mind, I would like to be able to consult the Auror Archives. I'm convinced it would be very valuable, as they hold complimentary information that is not present in the files we store in the Legal Office. Could someone show me them, or grant me access?"

Robards nodded. "Weasley can take you there, this way you can ask him any questions that might arise." He looked at Ron. "Show her the Archives, Weasley."

"Now?"

"Yes. Now."

"But, Sir, I was —"

"I'm pretty sure whichever you were about to do can wait," Robards cut in, his tone sharp. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got another meeting with the Head of International Magical Cooperation in ten minutes. Off you go."

Hermione thanked Robards and the three left the office in an uncomfortable silence.

"Well ... Come and fetch me before going to lunch," Harry told Ron. "Bye, Hermione."

"Goodbye, Harry."

"Shall we, then?" said Hermione stiffly, turning to face Ron but avoiding his gaze.

Ron, however, fixed his glare on her, fuming. "I hope you are happy!" he hissed. "Now I've got to delay my lunch just because you couldn't wait to see the damned archives!"

Upon hearing his complaint, Hermione finally looked into his eyes, looking equally angry. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I should have remembered how important food is for you! My fault!" she exclaimed sarcastically.

"At lunchtime it is important, yes!" he retorted, starting to walk towards the archives. "But no, Ms Perfect couldn't wait a few hours!"

"Don't swear!" replied Hermione, hurrying to catch up to him. "And wait for me, Ronald!"

" I thought you were in a hurry?" he threw at her. "Because I haven't got all day, you know," he mumbled angrily, opening the door to the corridor that led to the archives and the three meeting rooms.

He heard Hermione snort. "Well, by what Mr Robards say, it's not as if you have a case, right?" she said scathingly. "Harry has one but you, his partner, don't. I think that speaks volumes."

"What the fuck does that mean!?" shouted Ron, stopping dead on his tracks and turning to confront her.

She had to make a forceful stop not to crash against him.

"I think it's pretty clear what I mean," she said with superiority. "Well, to anyone with half a brain, at least."

"Percy the Great has been talking about me again, right? I suppose he told you lots of stories about what a failure he thinks I am!"

"He —"

"Fuck him!" shouted Ron, not bothering to let her explain. "He knows nothing! And if you were half as smart as you think you are you'd wonder why the fuck he talks so much about me!"

"He talks about all of you, you're his family!"

Ron snorted, then turned his back to her and resumed walking towards the door at the end. He drew his wand and mumbled a few words, then touched the doorknob. It flashed green and the door opened. He walked in, with Hermione in tow. The moment they were inside, the lights turned on automatically and then the door closed once more.

"And these, Ms Granger, are the Auror archives," said Ron with mock reverence, waving at the filing cabinets covering the entire place.

Hermione, however, either didn't get his mockery or ignored him, enthralled by the amount of documentation in the room.

"This is amazing," she declared sincerely, looking all around in awe.

"Yes, fucking fantastic. Who wouldn't want to be here with Percy's girlfriend while they could be having lunch with their best mate?" he added sarcastically, folding his arms in front of his chest.

Hermione threw him a glare.

"Well, you've already showed them to me. So thanks, Ronald. Now you can go have your precious lunch. I wouldn't want to get in the way of your important job."

"And how would you get out once you're done, then?" retorted Ron, happy to be able to point out a flaw in her knowledge. "Unless you plan on sleeping here, because only Aurors can open that door. Besides, you're barking if you think I'll leave you alone with all these files!"

Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. "And what, may I ask, do you think I'm going to do with them, Ronald? Steal them? Burn them?"

Ron just shrugged. "You're with Percy. I wouldn't put doing anything to climb up the ladder past you."

"What!?"

"You heard me. Clearly, you're as ambitious as he is."

"Well, for starters, ambition is not a bad thing! That said, it doesn't mean I'd do anything dodgy to go up the ranks! For your information, I truly believe in the project I'm working on! Don't pretend to know me, Ronald Weasley!"

"Ah, but you can pretend to know me, right?"

"I'm with your brother and we talk; but I bet no one has talked to you about me before, so it's not the same!"

"Oh, you talk!" Ron mocked her.

"Yes, we do! Maybe if you had enough brain to sustain a conversation you'd have a girlfriend as well!"

That was a low blow, but Ron wasn't going to let her get the upper hand. "And tell me, when you both talk about me, do you mention that you eagerly sucked my tongue in my old room?"

Hermione took a step back, shocked, her face flushing. "That — that never happened!"

Ron laughed, filled with a perverse glee at having made her uncomfortable. "Well, unless I have gone barmy, I'm pretty sure it did. I clearly remember how much you enjoyed having my hands on your tits."

Hermione's face went red with rage. "You — you filthy —"

"The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

"You're — you're —" she started, too worked up to be able to finish the sentence. She shook her head. "I can assure you I didn't enjoy your hands on my breasts! At all!"

"No? Considering the way you were rubbing yourself against my cock I'd think otherwise."

"You're — you're an asshole, Ronald Weasley! An utter asshole! What kind of person kisses his brother's girlfriend?"

"What kind of girlfriend snogs her boyfriend's brother?" he replied.

"You started it!"

"You responded. And quite eagerly."

"Uuuungh, you're the most infuriating man I've ever met!"

"Well, you're not my favourite person in the world, either!"

"That didn't seem to matter to you when you were masturbating over me!"

Ron felt his ears grow hot. "Well, you're hot. That doesn't mean you're not annoying as hell and an absolute pain in the ass."

Hermione opened and closed her mouth, gaping as a fish. It was as if her brain had ceased functioning. Then, without another word, she whipped around and walked away, getting lost between the cabinets.

"Where the hell are you going?" Ron asked, running after her.

"Leave me alone, you idiot!"

"Well, it's your fault I'm here, you know! It's your fault I'm assigned to this stupid project! I certainly didn't ask for this!"

"It's not stupid!" shouted Hermione angrily. "If something here is stupid, that's you!"

"Oh, great retort, Ms Granger!" mocked Ron.

"Well, I've got to lower my standards to be at your level!" she countered.

Fuck, was she infuriating!

"Are you suggesting I'm dumb?"

She snorted derisively. "Percy told me you were thick and lazy, now I think he exaggerated your good qualities."

"Percy, Percy, fucking Percy! Do you believe everything that git tells you?"

"Why shouldn't I? He's my boyfriend, and he is serious, responsible and intelligent. I can't understand how you two can be siblings!"

That hurt. That hurt a lot. Ron had been in his brothers' shadows for a long time, and hearing Hermione reminding him of that so blatantly was like stabbing him with a knife and twisting it.

"Oh, your boyfriend!" yelled Ron mockingly. "Such a fantastic boyfriend he is that won't even shag you! I bet he hasn't even touched your tits over your clothes!"

Hermione sent him a venomous glare, yet he saw her blushing. "Well, that's — that's nothing of your business, what we do or don't do! And stop being so crude!"

This time it was Ron's time to snort. "So you're admitting I am right. What a pathetic boyfriend."

"He respects me! He doesn't — he doesn't think about me as a piece of meat, like you probably do with the girls you date! That's probably why you're alone when all your siblings are married or in stable relationships! Which girl would want to be with a foul-mouthed, rude and lazy moron like you?"

That stung, even though Charlie was single as well. He clenched his fists. "What are you implying?" he hissed. "For your information, I do respect my girlfriends, none of them has ever had any concern regarding that! And yes, I make sure they know I'm attracted to them, and none of them have ever complained about it in the past! In fact, they were quite happy about getting my cock!"

"You're such a filthy, perverted pig! Not that that's a surprise, given the way you eat!"

"Well, I'd rather be filthy and perverted than an insufferable, uptight swot that not even his boyfriend wants to shag," he spat. He had just finished saying that when another idea that surely would incense her popped into his mind, so he quickly added, "And about my eating habits, they prove useful when I'm eating pussy. But you probably have never got yours eaten. You surely think is dirty or something like that."

Hermione turned the colour of a tomato, and she began to shake with fury. "You disgusting, foul, filthy piece of shit!" she shouted, and then, to his absolute surprise, she slapped him. Hard.

Ron stared at her open-mouthed, his cheek stinging.

"What the fuck!?"

Hermione seemed as shocked by her own actions as Ron. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if she was going to apologise, but then her expression hardened. "See what you made me do! You — you drive me mad! You bring the worse in me!"

"So you attack me and it's my fault?" he shouted, glaring at her. Well, he had already received the slap, so he might as well earn it. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her. Hard.

Hermione, caught by surprise, gasped into his mouth and then seemed to melt into it. However, before he could start to savour the kiss, she put both hands on his chest and shoved him backwards.

"Don't you dare put your filthy mouth on mine, you wanker!"

Ron smiled smugly at her. "Well, you slapped me, I kiss you. Don't pretend you didn't like it."

"I didn't! I don't like anything about you, you're the worst man I've ever met! You're — you're —" she closed her mouth, as if unable to find a word bad enough to describe him. And then, to his utter shock, she grabbed the front of his robes, pulled him towards her and kissed him.

Ron was caught completely by surprise, but as soon as his brain caught with what was happening, he groaned in delight and returned it, his cock growing hard in barely a second. His hands went to her waist and he squeezed her body, deepening the kiss. She moaned, responding with equal ferocity.

"So I can't kiss you but you can kiss me?" he asked breathlessly when they pulled away to get some air.

Hermione, who was already completely flustered, turned a darkened shade of red.

"I was just checking what a horribly kisser you are!" she snapped childishly.

"Horrible, huh?" he said dangerously. "Let's see, then," he added, and kissed her again. Hermione moaned once more, melting into him, and Ron took advantage of that to move his hands to her curvy, perfect ass and squeeze. Fuck, it felt amazing. His cock roared in approval and he began to knead those cheeks, pressing her more against him, and she almost purred in delight. Wanting more, he shoved his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it, almost desperately.

Fuck, he had never felt like this, so consumed with rage and lust, disliking someone so much and yet burned by passion for her. He couldn't understand this, but he knew one thing: he wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted to show her what he was capable of, that he could play her body perfectly and make her scream his name.

Moving his hands to her face, he cupped her cheeks and broke the kiss. She opened her eyes, staring at him dazedly.

"Enough of this. I won't just snog you like a teenager, Hermione. I'm going to rip your panties off you and then I'm going to eat your cunt until you can't walk," he said bluntly.

She let out a gasp, staring at him in disbelief. "N-no, no, I've — I —"

"Have you ever had your cunt eaten, Hermione?" he asked in a low, husky voice, not letting her finish. "Has someone put their head between your smooth legs and feasted on you until you scream?"

"N-No ..." she admitted, and Ron frowned.

"No?" he repeated, astounded. "Why the hell not? Was your previous boyfriend a moron as well?

"No!" she exclaimed, then her blush deepened. "H-he offered, but — it was embarrassing, having him l-lick me there …"

Ron stared at her, shocked. Embarrassing? But that thought soon gave way to another, the fact that no one has ever tasted her cunt, and if he did it, he would be the first. Groaning, Ron kissed her again, and moved his right hand down her body, making a brief pause to caress her tits. Roughly, he grabbed both sides of her robe and pulled, sending buttons flying everywhere and revealing the blouse and skirt she was wearing underneath.

"You broke my — Mmmph!" she moaned when Ron silenced her with another snog. Then he moved his hand downwards, to the edge of her skirt. Quickly, he slid it under it and upwards until he was cupping her mound over her panties. They were drenched.

He smiled into the kiss, the desire to bury his face into her pussy almost overwhelming.

"You're dripping, Ms Granger. You want me to eat you out, don't you?"

"I — I —"

"You do. You want me to do to you what you never let your loser boyfriends do. You want my dirty mouth on your cunt. But — know what? I won't do it unless you tell me to do it." He stared into her pretty brown eyes. "Ask me, Hermione. Tell me you want my filthy mouth on your pussy. Tell me you want to use my disgusting eating habits to make you cum," he whispered as he continued to rub her slit over the fabric of her knickers.

She stared back at him, almost trembling, the desire evident in her face. Yet she was still resisting, so he kept rubbing her, pressing harder against her clit. Fuck, her pussy felt really good on his hand, he couldn't wait to see it. To eat it. To fuck it.

She whimpered.

"Tell me, Hermione."

"I — Eat m-me," she said in a really low, trembling voice.

"What did you say?"

"Eat me. I — I want you to — to eat me," she repeated, this time louder, though she was blushing like mad. He had to admit that, mad as he was at her, she looked fucking adorable all shy like this.

"Gladly," he said and, pushing them back towards the tables at the end of the room, lifted her by her waist and put her onto a table. His eyes boring into hers, he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart. Hermione watched him, her eyes full of lust, but also fear.

Breaking eye contact, he pushed her skirt upwards, slowly, wanting to savour the moment. Hermione whimpered again, and lifted her bum a bit, allowing him to bunch the skirt at her waist, revealing the tiny, white panties she was wearing. Panties with lace at the waistband, innocent, yet incredibly sexy and alluring.

"Mmm, nice," he said, moving his thumb over her crotch. "Very nice, Hermione. Now help me take them off."

She lifted her ass again when Ron hooked his fingers around the narrow waistband. He pulled, dragging them down her incredibly toned, smooth legs, and finally revealing the treasure he had been wanting to uncover since he had met her. Shit, her pussy looked fantastic. She had hair, but neat and trimmed, and her pink slit was visible and glistening with juices. His mouth watered at the sight.

"Such a pretty pussy," he commented, looking up at her with a wicked smile. She blushed again and looked away, but, as he moved his face closer, he saw her observing him again, her gaze full of anticipation. "I'm going to fucking eat you whole. I'm going to eat you so good you'll cum just thinking about it," he stated, then, finally, buried his face in her curls. The taste and smell made him groan animalistically, and he opened his mouth wide, sucking all of it. Hermione let out a moan of both surprise and pleasure and she moved a bit away. That wouldn't do, so Ron put his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, and used his tongue to trace her slit from bottom to top, lapping at her clit. She moaned again, and bucked her hips, but this time against his face. Pleased, Ron began to devour her, feasting on her like a starved man would do on the presence of the tastiest dishes in the world. He lapped and sucked, sometimes opening his mouth as much as he could to take her entire pussy in. She tasted divine, and he couldn't get enough. His cock throbbed in his pants, hard like never before. Fuck, how could an insufferable witch like her have a pussy so good?

But that was a question for other time. Right now, it was pussy-eating time, and Ron was eager to do it. He wanted to suck it dry, then make her cum until she was dripping, only to eat her again. Her juices were better than beer, than firewhiskey, and there was no way he could ever get his fill, so he sucked and sucked, he shoved his tongue into her incredibly tight hole, then went back to her clit. Hermione was now moaning wantonly and loudly, and fuck if those weren't the most erotic noises he had ever heard. He looked up at her as he feasted on her perfect cunt, and she stared back, her eyes open wide in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe such pleasure was possible. That only prompted Ron to eat her harder, to want to make it better. Their eye connection only made it hotter, dirtier, sexier. He wanted to bury his entire self in her pussy, to milk for every bit of pleasure it could give. Hermione, in response, bucked her hips increasingly harder, and, after a couple of minutes, also moved her hands to his head to hold him against her.

"Yeah," he said, making a pause. "Push me into your pussy, Hermione."

She moaned again, closing her eyes briefly, and then did as told, practically humping his face. Ron growled in delight and resumed eating her, now focusing on her clit. Her cries and moans reaching a crescendo. He knew she was getting close, so she moved his right hand from her hip and, quickly and precisely, shoved a finger into her hole.

It was as if a lightning bolt had struck her. She arched her back and her entire body when rigid, her hands putting an enormous amount of pressure on his head. Her hips rocked frantically as she cried her pleasure to the heavens while the intense orgasm wrecked her body.

"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods!" she chanted, still convulsing. Ron kept sucking and fingering her, eager to make it as intense and powerful as possible. In his experience, women didn't stand this for long, becoming too sensitive, yet Hermione kept fucking his face and moaning, her climax lasting and lasting as she drenched his finger, his chin and the table under her.

Finally, after what seemed like a hour, she finally pulled on his hair, pushing him off her. She sagged against the wall behind her, panting heavily, looking utterly shagged and hot as fuck.

Ron, smiling smugly, got up, brushing his chin. Hermione looked at him, still in a daze, and the flush on her cheeks darkened when she realised she had covered his face with her juices.

Ron pressed his body against hers, pulling her torso towards his so his face was inches away from hers. "What do you have to say for my eating habits now, Ms Granger?" he taunted. "You didn't seem to mind when you were cumming like there was no tomorrow with my face buried in your pretty pussy."

"I — I —" she said stupidly.

His eyes focused on her bare pussy, and he knew there was no way he could wait any longer. Quickly, he took off his robes, unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them and his pants, freeing his cock. He gave it a stroke and groaned. Fuck, he had never been this hard before.

"What — what are you doing?" he heard her ask, a slight tremor in her voice. Ron looked at her face and found her staring at his dick.

"What do you think I'm doing? Taking my cock out so I can finally fuck you."

"But I — I —"

Ron pressed his body back against hers, grabbing her by her hips so his prick was touching her scorching cunt. "See how fucking hard eating your pussy got me. You got your orgasm, Ms Granger, and now I wanna cum as well. Deep inside you."

"It's — it's too big ..." she managed to say, conveying her fear. Ron couldn't help but smirk. She didn't say no!

"Yeah, I've got quite a nice cock, haven't I? But don't worry it'll fit." And, without further ado, he put the tip at her entrance, just between her folds. Just being there felt amazing, and he couldn't imagine how good it would be once he was buried in her. Shit, it had been too long without a pussy, and Hermione's was simply exquisite.

He looked at her face. "Look down," he demanded. "See how my cock fucks your cunt."

Hermione, perhaps involuntarily, did look down. His arousal peaking, he thrust forwards, powerfully, pulling on her hips, and his cock burrowed in, stretching her pussy until it was completely lodged in it.

Hermione gasped loudly, her body tensing.

Ron let out a groan of pure pleasure. Fuck, she was so fucking tight! Waves of joy flooded his body from his trapped dick, and he knew he could cum at once, just by the sheer pressure of her snug hole.

"Oh, shit, Hermione! Fuck, your pussy feels so bloody good! Fuck, I'm gonna fuck you hard! I need to fuck so bloody hard!"

He wasn't an animal, however, so, after checking she wasn't in pain, he took his dick back until only the tip was in, then plunged back, going balls deep.

"Aahhh!"

"Fuuuck!"

Pausing for another moment to savour her tightness, he took in her dishevelled appearance: her swollen lips, her flushed cheeks, her bright eyes. Only one thing distorted this image, and it was her hair, still tied in that ponytail. It just didn't suit her.

"Untie your hair," he told her, and she blinked a few times, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying.

"What?"

"Untie your hair, Hermione," he repeated, bucking his hips a bit. "I want you looking wild while I'm fucking you, not prim and proper."

She stared at him again, and Ron was going to repeat his demand when, finally, she took her hands to his hair and pulled the hair tie off, then shook her head a bit. Her hair, bushy and wild, seemed to grow and fall around her head, with a few curls over her face. Ron opened his mouth, feeling mesmerised by the sight. Fuck, she looked simply amazing like this.

"Much better," he muttered, still in awe.

Unable to resist her any longer, he looked down and, staring at dick stretching her pussy lips, he began to move in and out, slowly at first, enjoying the sight of his cock glistening with her juices. But soon that was not enough, his entire body demanding more, and he went faster and harder, fucking her pussy with vigour.

Hermione began to moan loudly, her eyes the size of saucers, which only made his own lust increase.

"Fuck, you feel so good! So fucking good! This is the best, tightest pussy I've ever fucked! Ungh, shit, take my cock! Watch your juicy cunt take my fucking cock!"

"Oh gods! Oh, gods, Ron! Oh gods, oh gods, ohgods!" she chanted as he fucked her relentlessly.

"Unngh, yeah! Fuck, take it! Take it!" He hadn't completely forgot about their previous fight, about the fact that he despised her. Yet that fury, that rage only fuelled his lust, making him fuck her harder than he had ever fucked any other woman. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and he knew he wouldn't last long. It had been too long without a pussy, and hers was simply sensational.

However, he didn't want to cum without having seen those fantastic tits so, slowing down for a moment, he tore apart her shirt, revealing the matching bra she was wearing. It contained her tits perfectly and he groaned seeing them jiggle inside the cups. Forcefully, he yanked them down and his hands took possession of both globes, kneading them with hunger as he kept fucking her. "Shit, you've got such fantastic tits! Been wanting to squeeze them since yesterday! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

As the intensity grew, he was forced to release her breasts and hold her by her hips, pulling her towards him every time he thrust. The wet noise of dick plunging balls deep into wet pussy filled the room along with their moans and groans. As he got nearer and nearer to release, his eyes kept flickering from her stretched pussy to her bouncing tits, until, to his surprise and utter delight, she put her own hands on them and began to knead both mounds.

"Fuck, yeah, touch yourself! Fuck, you're so fucking hot!"

"Oh, gods! Oh, gods, I'm going to come again! I'm going to come again!" she whimpered, her tone full of disbelief, as if she hadn't thought possible to cum twice during a fuck.

"Fuck, yeah, come on my fucking cock!" he yelled, unable to hide his grin. He was finally fucking a girl, one of the hottest he had ever met, with the most perfect pussy, and she was about to cum for the second time. If that was not reason enough to grin like a fool, he didn't know what was.

"Godsgodsgodsgods, I'm there! Ohhhhhh, I'm right there!"

Ron wanted nothing more than seeing her cum and then fill her with his spunk, yet, a wicked idea went through his lust-addled mind and he slowed down. She fixed her eyes on him, glaring at him with desperation.

"What are you doing? Don't stop! Don't stop!"

"Scream my name," he demanded.

"I — what?"

"I want you to scream my name. I want you acknowledge who's fucking you."

"I — I — you — you sodding prick —!"

Ron smirked at her, then thrust hard a couple of times, turning her protest into another moan. "Yeah, it's my prick the one fucking you so good your pussy is gushing. Now scream my name, Hermione!" he shouted.

"Ron!"

"Shit, yeah! Who's fucking you! Who's pounding your tight pussy hard with his big dick, huh?" he asked, once more fucking her at top speed.

"You! You! Gods, don't stop! Don't stop!" surrendering completely to the sensations coursing her body.

"Fuck, yeah! Now take my cock! Take all my cock and cum!"

"Ohgodsohgodsohgods, Ron! RON! RON! ROOOOON!" her cries were music to his ears. His cock throbbed as her incredible cunt spasmed in orgasm, almost milking him. Ron groaned in extreme pleasure, fucking her as she climaxed hard, her body seizing on top of the table. Shit, and he had thought she was an uptight prude unable to break one rule ... It turned out she was wanton and passionate as hell, and the best fucking shag of his life.

Her kept moving until she rode out her orgasm, and now he needed to finish, desperately. And though he could have easily succumbed to the pleasures of her still fluttering pussy, there was something else he wanted, in case he didn't have another chance to fuck her.

Taking his glistening dick out, he pulled her off the table.

"Ah — what?" she asked, still in the post-orgasmic daze.

"Turn over," he growled. "Show me that ass."

He didn't know if she understood him, at least in a conscious level, yet she did as told. At once, Ron pushed on her back, making her bend over. He quickly flicked her skirt up, baring to him that ass he had dreaming about since he had clashed into her yesterday morning.

"Fuck, fuck!" he swore, his hands cupping those glorious cheeks. Shit, her tits were fantastic, but that ass ... fuck, that ass was divine. His cock throbbed, desperate and, as he gave her a good, rough squeeze, he felt he could cum just touching it, leaving it covered in his semen ...

He had to clench his teeth to prevent that image from making him explode.

Not wanting to tempt fate, he aligned himself with her entrance and, with a rough thrust, buried himself in her again, his hips and lower belly smacking against her perfect ass noisily.

"Ahhh, fuck, your cunt's even tighter from behind!" he groaned, marvelled at the incredible pleasure. Holy shit, her pussy truly was sensational!

He gave her a couple of thrusts, then pushed hard against her. Lifting his hands, he spanked both cheeks, making her squeal. Groaning animalistically, he repeated the action, then squeezed hard, relishing the way her fleshy globes jiggled. "Shit, you're got such an amazing ass, Hermione! Fuck, such a sexy, perfect ass!" he declared, and then began to move, as hard as he could, throwing himself into the fuck, drowning into the ocean of pleasure that was her pussy and her ass in his hands.

"Gods, Ron ... Oh, gods, too hard ... you're going too hard ..." she whimpered.

"Fucking take it!" he growled. "Fuck, gonna cum so deep in your fucking pussy, Hermione! You'll be leaking my spunk for days!"

"Oh, gods! Oh, gods, Ron!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, take it, take it!" he exclaimed through clenched teeth, drops of sweat running down his face due to the intensity with which he was fucking her. He looked at her mane of bushing hair, falling in curls over her clothed back, and he couldn't help but run his fingers through it. Shit, it felt amazing! Why the hell did she tie it at all?

However, more pressing matters reclaimed his attention. The pressure in his balls was reaching its limit, and he looked back at his dick moving between those cunt lips. Holding onto her ass possessively, he rutted harder against her. His cock swelled inside her abused pussy, his sac contracted, and he got ready for what he knew was going to be an amazing orgasm.

"FUCK, FUCK, CUMMING! CUMMING DEEP IN YOUR FUCKING PUSSY! UUUUUNGHHHH!" he roared as his cock erupted, shooting spurts of cum with such force he feared she would feel them in her mouth. He didn't know for how long his cock pulsed, flooding his body with the most amazing pleasure he had ever felt. He kept thrusting and thrusting, intent on milking himself within her snug cunt until there wasn't a single drop left in his balls.

"Oh, fuck ... Oh, holy bloody fuck, Hermione ..." he moaned, collapsing onto her back as they both panted, extenuated. His cock was still buried in her, and her muscles clenched at times, as if wanting to get more from him.

This had been, definitely, the most intense orgasm of his fucking life.

After a couple of minutes in which neither of them said anything, he lifted his body and, regrettably, took his cock out. At once, her pussy began to leak cum, and he couldn't help but smirk. Shit, he would love to put all of that back into her.

Unable to stand, he dropped onto one the chairs, panting, as he admired her reddened ass and her swollen quim. Shit, she looked bloody fantastic. If only he could also fuck her tight, perfect bum ...

His train of thoughts, that would have led to another erection despite him feeling as if there was not a single drop of semen left in his body, was interrupted by her moving, slowly, to turn around. Ron looked into her face, but she avoided his gaze.

He watched her take her wand to clean the cum running down her thighs, and that made him remember he hadn't cast the charm.

"Fuck!" he swore, panicking. "Are you on the potion or something?" he asked. "I can cast the charm —"

"Yes, I'm on the potion," she said dryly.

Ron let out a sigh of relief and sagged again on the chair.

"Do you mind getting dressed?" she asked, still not looking at him while she used her wand to fix her blouse and arrange her clothes.

"Why? You didn't mind I had my cock out when you were begging me to keep fucking you."

She blushed a deep red colour, yet her eyes, now devoid of the passion that had burned in them minutes before, filled again with dislike and hatred. "Shut up! This — this was a mistake. A horrible mistake!"

"A mistake?"

This time she faced him, glaring. "Yes! Maybe cheating is okay to you, Ronald, but I've never cheated in my life! And now I've just — we've —"

"We fucked?"

"Do you have to be so crude? Yes, we had sex! On Ministry premises! Gods, what if someone had come here? Oh, gods! Oh, gods!" she moaned anxiously, burying her face in her hands as if she couldn't stand the mere idea.

"It's rare someone comes here, you know. And we'd known if they did. I'm not an idiot."

"Well, still! I was supposed to be working! Investigating! Not — not fornicating with my boyfriend's brother! Oh, gods, you're Percy's brother!" she exclaimed, utterly horrified. "What have I done? Gods, what have I done!?" she sobbed, completely distressed.

Ron didn't know what to say. On one hand, he was angry at her. He even felt a bit used, although technically he had used her as well. But yeah, she was Percy's girlfriend, and, no matter how much he disliked Percy, shagging his girlfriend was wrong.

But it was bloody amazing. The best fuck of our lives, argued his libido.

Yes, that was undeniable. And he knew that, if chance presented itself, it would be too hard to resist fucking her again.

He was going to have to avoid her, though how that would be possible, with him working with her, he didn't know.

Sighing, he got up and, after cleaning himself with his wand, he pulled his pants and trousers up.

"Look, we got caught in the moment —"

"That's just an excuse!" she yelled at him. "We're not mindless animals, Ronald! Well, at least I am not." She glared in a way that made him almost flinch. "All of this is your fault," she spat at him. "You get on my nerves, make me unable to think straight —"

"My fault?" he replied, scowling at her. "What the fuck, Hermione!? I didn't force you, didn't I? If it is someone's fault, then it's yours! It isn't as if it was me who asked to be here working with you in this stupid project," he retorted angrily.

"Well, I didn't ask for you, either! If I knew they were going to assign you, I would have thought about other alternatives!"

He couldn't deny that those words stung, though he wasn't sure why. It wasn't as if he wanted to work with her, after all.

"You know what!? If I'm so useless, then I'll just leave! You can stay here and read whatever you want! Just don't bother me again!" he shouted.

"What do you mean, you're leav—?" she started to say, but stopped midsentence when she saw him turn away and walk away from her in long strides. "Ron! Ronald, wait!" she yelled, hurrying after him.

"What?" he shouted, not bothering to stop or turn to look at her. "You clearly find me disgusting, despite how much you enjoyed when I was fucking you! Well, you're on your own, then!"

"You can't leave me here, you said —!"

"Then come out with me, or stay here and wait for someone else to come, I don't bloody care either way!" he shouted, incensed.

"Merlin, you're so — so —! I was supposed to investigate, you idiot! I — I didn't make any progress! Merlin's sake, Ronald, will you stop!?"

"No! I don't fucking care about this stupid project, Hermione!" he replied, still moving.

Hermione let out a groan of pure frustration. "Well, I do! I do care about my job even if you don't care about yours!

Ron stopped so suddenly she almost crashed onto his back. He turned round to face her, practically spitting fire. "Don't ever talk about my job, Granger! You know nothing, you understand!? Nothing!"

And, without another word, he opened the door and walked out, holding it just long enough so she could get out, then stormed off without another word.

"Let's go get lunch," he growled at Harry when he reached his office.

"Already? I thought you'd be in the archives for almost an hour. It's been just about thirty minutes."

"It's been long fucking enough!" shouted Ron. "Come on."

Harry followed Ron, looking at him oddly. "What the hell happened? Did you get in a row with Hermione?"

"Yeah," he said, not giving more details.

A row, followed by a bloody fantastic fuck, then another bloody row.

Harry sighed, shaking his head. "Look, she's Percy's girlfriend, you're going to have to get along with her."

"I don't need another reminder she's Percy's fucking girlfriend, Harry!" he exclaimed, hoping his best friend would mistake the colour in his ears for anger. "If I don't see her ever again, it'll be too soon."

"You know that's not going to happen, right?"

"Yeah, I know," he said, sighing. "Someone must have cursed me with bad luck or something."

Harry laughed. "Come on, Mate, it can't be that bad."

It can, Ron thought sombrely. It can, Harry.


Well, things got hotter indeed! They're a bit fucked, aren't they? Of course now their passion burned Hermione feels horribly guilty. In Ron's case, his relationship with Percy makes him not feel as bad as he should — though, again, Percy's attitude towards Ron DOES NOT justify his actions.

Please, tell me what you think and see you in a few days!