Hi again!
One little detail you may have noticed but I forgot to comment is the fact that Ron and Harry have offices. Yes, I know the in the Auror Office Aurors work in cubicles. But of course, as I imagined Ron and Hermione doing really dirty things at work, a cubicle was not an option
By the way, this story will be 22 chapters long, unless I decide to split a chapter while revising.
And now, the chapter! Will Ron and Hermione manage to be civil?
Chapter 04
It Won't Happen Again
Friday, 11th July 2003
"Fuck, I need a shower," said Ron as they Apparated back to the Ministry with Harry. One of the members of Harry's team was bed-ridden with a severe case of dragon pox, and his friend had asked him to accompany him to the house of the brother of one of the main suspects in the smuggling case. Only what should have been a visit had turned into a pursuit.
"Me too," said Harry.
"Then go and have one. You can release me," said the bound man they had brought with them, a little piece of shit called Armand Cudderton.
"Yeah, right," snorted Ron.
"I didn't do anything!" protested Cudderton.
Harry arched an eyebrow at him. "You started running the moment you saw us!"
"And running is now illegal, innit?"
"No, but escaping from Aurors is. And so is attacking them," grunted Ron.
"I didn't attack you!"
"You used Tripping Jinxes on us!"
"That — that was just a laugh! I didn't mean any harm!"
"You can explain that to the Wizengamot during the trial," said Harry sombrely.
"Trial? Come on, Potter, you can't be serious!"
"I'm very serious. Of course, it would help you if you answered our questions and told us about your brother."
Cudderton growled and closed his mouth.
Harry looked at Ron. "I'll get him processed," he told him. "You go and have a shower. Thanks for your help, by the way."
"You're welcome, Mate. Much better than being here all morning, even if this wanker made me fall face down in a puddle of mud."
Harry laughed. "Yeah, I guess so."
Harry grabbed Cudderton and pushed him towards the corridor leading to the detention cells, and Ron went to his office, eager to grab a change of clothes he always kept there for emergencies, take a relaxing shower, then pass the rest of the morning and enjoy his weekend. But the moment he entered his office he was confronted with the presence of none other than Hermione Granger.
"At last! I've been —" she exclaimed when she saw him enter, but stopped talking the moment she saw him. "What in the name of Merlin has happened to you? You're covered in mud, Ronald!"
She didn't sound worried. She sounded disgusted.
Ron, too shocked at first to reply, grunted. "What the hell are you doing in my office?" he asked in return.
"Well, I sent you a memo, requesting for a meeting, but when you didn't reply, I came here looking for you."
"And who gave you permission to enter my office?"
She blushed a bit at that. "Well, another Auror told me you were out, but the door wasn't locked, so I supposed you wouldn't mind —"
"Well, for future reference, I do mind!" he cut her in. "Regarding my appearance, I went into a field mission with Harry. I'm not covered in mud just because I like it, you know."
"You could have used a Cleaning Charm."
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's what I worry about when going after a suspect, cleaning," he muttered angrily.
Not having anything to reply to that, she chose to get into the reason for her visit. "Anyway, I came to return the files I borrowed and to discuss a few things with you, because you and Harry were assigned to one of the cases. I want to check a few facts so I can revise at home what I've written so far."
"At home?" he repeated, staring at her as if she had grown another head. "You're aware that today is Friday, right?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Ronald, I happen to know the day of the week, but thanks. What I do or don't do out of work hours is not any of your concern but, for your information, if I read it at home, I can do it without distractions. Anyway, I've already lost almost an hour waiting for you, so let's get into it," she stated, sitting on the chair and getting ready to work.
Ron just stared at her, astonished. What the bloody fuck? She had been the one suggesting they try to be more civil, so why was she acting like this, then? She hadn't contacted him at all since Tuesday and now she was again treating him as if he were at her command?
Of course, he had to admit that, after having a fantastic fuck two days in a row, going without hadn't helped his mood at all.
"Well, if you were waiting, it's not my fault. I was in a mission and I'm not at your beck and call. I've been here all day yesterday and the day before, so if you didn't come sooner it's your fault, not mine," he replied harshly. "You'll have to wait; as you can see, I'm in dire need of a shower."
She scowled at him. "And how long will it take for you to be presentable, then?" she asked, folding her arms under her chest so tightly he feared they would break.
"Dunno. Fifteen minutes or so."
She frowned again, displeased by his news. "Can't it be sooner?"
"No, it bloody can't!" he snapped. "What the fuck has crawled up your ass?"
"I won't dignify such a rude question with a response," she said, huffing.
Ron swore under his breath. "What's the hurry, by the way?"
She looked at him as if she couldn't believe he was asking that. "What's the hurry? I want to make progress in this, Ronald!"
"Bloody hell, woman, you started it this week!"
"And? Is that an excuse to be lazy?"
"Shit, you can relax a bit, you know, it's not as if they're gonna fire you if you don't finish it tomorrow!"
"For your information, I'm not used to procrastination, Ronald, and I've got no intention to start now!"
"Well, sorry if criminals don't decide to commit crimes according to your timetable! Know what, add to that stupid proposal of yours to teach people not to break the law when you're working!"
"That's — that's absurd! I'm not saying you don't do your job, but if you had made the effort to give me access to the Archives, as you said you would, I could be doing something productive meanwhile!" shouted Hermione.
To be honest, Ron had completely forgotten about that, but, incensed as he was, he wasn't going to take the blame. "Well, you didn't bother to come here and work on it, did you? So don't fucking blame me! I'm not at your disposal, Your Highness!"
"I —" she started to say, but, in that moment, Ron's wand began to glow and vibrate, emitting a loud noise.
"Shit!"
"What's that?" asked Hermione, startled.
"I need to go. There's an emergency."
"Oh." She let out a breath. "Okay. I'll just work on something else, then. Contact me in the afternoon and we'll work on this."
"The afternoon?" he repeated, frowning. "My shift ends at lunch, you know."
"And you can't come here even for a couple of hours?"
A couple of hours? On a Friday afternoon? This witch was completely barmy.
"No, I bloody can't! Sorry, but this will have to wait 'till Monday." And, without anther word, Ron left his office and sprinted off towards the Apparition Room.
— o —
"Fucking morons," he muttered to himself when, three hours later, he finally stumbled out of the fireplace and into his flat, still covered in mud but now also in ash. Garlan Shafiq had died three days ago, and his two sons and daughter had, apparently, disagreed about his will. Today, that disagreement had reached new levels and words had given way to wands. Given that the three had children of their own, the fight had turned into a small war. Now, two of those idiots were in Azkaban. The third, along with other five members of the family, were in St Mungo's. At least they wouldn't have to worry about the family manor: it had burned down to the ground. It was a fucking miracle no one had died.
Shaking his head, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of pumpkin juice, drank it and filled it again. Then he made himself a sandwich and ate it ravenously. He was putting the dirty dishes in the basin after finishing when he heard the Floo activate.
"Fuck, not another emergency," he muttered to himself, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. He stopped dead on his tracks when he saw Hermione's head floating in the flames. "Hermione?" he asked. What the fuck was she doing in his Floo?
"Hi," she said nonchalantly, as if they were lifelong friends. "I'm glad you're back. May I come?"
Come? What the hell?
"What are you doing here?"
"I'd explain if you let me come. It's not comfortable talking like this, you know," she said impatiently.
His first impulse was to tell her to fuck off and leave him alone, yet … Hermione in his flat …
He was sure he was going to regret this, but he nodded. "Okay, come in."
Her head disappeared and, a moment later, her entire body stepped out of the blames, still wearing her work robes. Ron watched her as she used her wand to clean herself of the soot, then took a quick glance around, her eyes lingering on the unordered collection of books in his shelf, the disorganised magazines on the coffee table and the dirty glass he had left there last night.
Ron narrowed his eyes, ready for her attack. Okay, he wasn't the tidiest bloke out there, but he wasn't a complete slob, either. But probably she scheduled an emergence cleaning every time a bit of dust fell on top of something in her flat so, for her, his living room must look like the epitome of chaos.
She didn't say anything, however, and continued looking around for almost a minute.
"What are you doing here, Hermione?" he asked, out of patience. "Is there something you need, or have you come just to check if I'm living in a pigsty?"
She blushed a bit and focused her eyes on him, her gaze roaming over his dirty clothes.
"You look worse than in the morning," she commented disapprovingly. "Weren't you in a hurry to take a shower?"
"I was called to an emergency, in case you don't remember."
"That was four hours ago."
"Emergencies don't tend to have deadlines, you know. Now, what the hell do you want? This is the second time you get between me and a shower, and I'm dying to take one and relax at last."
"I told you this morning, I need to talk to you so I can finish this part before Monday."
He stared at her open-mouthed. "Are you serious? You come to my flat, on a Friday afternoon, for this?"
"It's important!"
"Shit, how can you be so —" he started to say, when another, more important question popped into his mind. "Who the hell gave you my Floo address?" he asked, frowning at her.
"I asked Percy," she answered, and had the decency to look embarrassed, even though just a little bit. "He advised me not to come, but I really want to finish this …" she added, as if that was a valid reason to pester him after a horrible morning.
"And who the fuck allowed Percy to give my address to anyone without asking me first!?" he yelled, furious. "And you — do you have any respect for other people's privacy? This is my fucking free time, Hermione!"
"Well, sorry for intruding into your private time, Ronald, but I want to finish this!"
"You had three days to ask me about anything! Why the fuck did you wait until Friday?"
"I — I —" she stammered, her cheeks blushing.
And then he simply knew.
"You were avoiding me."
"No!" she replied, a bit too quickly.
"You were," insisted Ron, studying her. "Why?"
"Well, it's not as if we are each other's favourite person, right?" she defended herself, entwining her arms under her chest.
"But we agreed to try and be civil," he countered. "So — what? Afraid of being alone with me?" he taunted.
Hermione huffed. "As if!"
Ron looked at her for a bit, contemplating what to do. Part of him was screaming at him to kick her out, but he didn't want more problems at work regarding this, and it seemed she wasn't going to stop pestering him, so he let out a deep sigh. "Okay. You're already here, and you won't stop harassing me, will you? And if I tell you to leave Percy is capable of telling Mum on Sunday that I was rude to you or anything and I'll end up being scolded." He took a deep breath. "Well, let's do this, then. Just wait here while I take a shower and then I'll answer your bloody questions."
"Thanks," muttered Hermione, extracting a bag from her pocket and enlarging it.
Ron shook his head and went to his room. He took off his clothes, throwing them on a pile on the floor and stepped into the shower. As he washed his body, he couldn't help but think that Hermione was in his flat, just a few yards away from him. Maybe he could have invited her to join? To help him clean, if she was so disgusted with his state …
His cock hardened, eager.
Ron, however, forced himself to ignore it and exited the stall. He cast a Drying Charm on himself and, naked, walked into his room, still thinking about Hermione. On one hand, it was exciting having her here; on the other, she truly had a nerve intruding into his free time as if he didn't have anything better to do than answer her stupid questions. She certainly could drive him —
"BLOODY FUCK!" he shouted, pain radiating from the toes on his right foot. He had hit one of the bed legs, and it hurt like hell.
A moment later, the door of the room opened violently and Hermione came in practically running. "What!? What happ—? OH GODS!"
"What the bloody fuck, Hermione!?"
"I heard you yell and — Gods, you're completely naked!"
"Well, that happens when you just had a shower, you know!" he shouted, his ears burning.
The pain was now diminishing, and he took a look at her, who was still staring at him. Well, more precisely, at his cock, which was still hard as a rock.
"Like the view?" he hissed, glaring at her.
"I — I —" she stuttered, blushing fiercely. "Well, if you're — if you're fine I'll — I'll —"
Hearing her stutter made him forget about how angry he was and look at this from another, much nicer perspective: he was naked, and she was staring at his cock.
"You could stay and kiss it better, you know," he teased, smiling lopsidedly at her.
She looked at his face, then, involuntarily, her eyes flickered once more to his cock, which twitched a bit, excited.
Hermione let out a whimper that caused a shiver to run down his spine.
Ron, still limping a bit, moved slowly towards her, his cock pointing in her direction. "Know what? I don't think I could concentrate in this state … If you really want to work on your project, I think we should do something about this, don't you think?"
His words seemed to make her snap out of her daze. "We said that wouldn't happen again!" she exclaimed, retreating a bit.
"You said that, not me. And, anyway, we also said we wouldn't fight again, either, and see how well that worked. Besides, we're not at the Ministry. And I'm not ashamed to admit I missed our little encounters."
"But — but —"
"Come on, Hermione. You came to my flat."
"I didn't come to — to have sex with you!"
"No? And the idea hasn't even crossed your mind?"
"No!" she repeated again, but the flush on her cheeks told him otherwise.
"That's why you've been avoiding me, right?" he inquired, putting his hands on her shoulders. "You were afraid of succumbing to temptation again, weren't you?"
She looked away, but didn't deny it. "What happened was wrong."
"But it felt so bloody good." He moved his face closer to her ear. "You've been the star of my wanking fantasies, Hermione. Have you been dreaming about me? About my cock in you? Maybe you touched yourself thinking about it?"
She let out a throaty moan, and Ron's cock throbbed. He was careful not to touch her, however, except for his hands.
"You did it, didn't you?" he insisted, grinning. Inwardly, he was practically jumping in joy. This might not be an utter shitty day, after all …
"I — I —" she gaped at him a few times, like a fish out of water. Ron forced himself not to laugh. It was incredibly satisfying — and funny — leaving Hermione Granger, who always had something to say, speechless. "I didn't come here for this, Ron. I really want to work on the — the —"
"The project?" he helped.
"Yes. The project."
"And we still can. But it'll be easier if we relax first, right? If we relieve the tension …" he said huskily, moving his hand down her arm and then to her slim waist.
"It's wrong," she muttered, her resolve faltering. "It's wrong."
"I saw three siblings and their families duel each other over an inheritance, even though they're already filthy rich … That's wrong, Hermione. This … this is just naughty. Don't you feel a bit naughty?"
"I — I don't know what you mean …" she said, looking away. She was completely flustered.
"Yes, you do. And now I'm going to kiss you. But only if you, explicitly, tell me to do so. Otherwise I'll put clothes on and you won't see my cock again."
She stared into his eyes intensely. Ron could almost see her conflicting desires fighting for control. A few seconds passed, the air between them getting thick.
"K-kiss me," she said at last, her voice trembling. "Gods, I want you to kiss me."
His libido roared in utter delight, and he smashed his lips against hers. She whimpered and he shoved his tongue into her mouth, where she welcomed it with hers. He groaned in pleasure. He put his hands on her glorious ass and pressed her body against his, his cock trapped between their bellies. She put her own hands around his neck, bringing his mouth closer to hers, as if she wanted their lips to fuse together.
"Fuck, you drive me mad, in every sense," he muttered against her plump, swollen lips.
"The feeling is mutual," she whispered.
He grinned like a child and squeezed her bum again. "Good. And now that I've kissed these lips —" (he gave her a peck) "— I wanna kiss the others."
"The —? Oh."
"Yeah. Do you want me to eat your pretty, tasty pussy again, Hermione?"
"I — gods, yes."
"Then ask me."
She groaned in frustration. "Can't you just do it? Have you got to play these games?"
"Games are fun, Hermione. And I really want to have loads of fun with you. So tell me."
"Eat me out."
He arched an eyebrow at her.
"Eat my sex, Ron."
He shook his head. "Not good enough."
Her already flushed cheeks turned crimson. "Eat my pussy," she mumbled.
"What? I'm not sure I heard correctly."
She threw him a glare that, were they in other situation, would have made him retreat in fear for his life.
"Eat my — my p-pussy."
"Almost there. Come on, Hermione. Not up to a challenge?"
"You're the most insufferable —"
"Uh, uh," he said, putting a finger on her lips to silence her. "You're talking to the guy you want to go down on you. I'd be nice."
Her jaw tightened. "Eat my fucking pussy, Ron!" she shouted.
His cock almost jumped.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it!" Quickly, he took off her robes, leaving her in just another combination of skirt and blouse. He moved a bit away. "Take it all off," he ordered, grasping his cock in his hand and pumping it lazily.
Hermione's gaze followed the movements of his hand, and he could see the lust in her eyes.
"Come on, Hermione."
Getting out of her daze, she quickly undid her blouse, throwing it over the back of the chair in his room. Ron couldn't help but chuckle. Even when drunk with lust, she was so fucking neat.
The blouse was followed by her skirt, and soon she was standing in front of him in just her purple underwear and her heels. Nothing fancy, yet it looked so good on her he had to repress a groan.
"Get on the bed."
She was quickly to obey, clearly as turned on as him. She lay on her back and then spread her legs wide, her bum at the edge of the mattress. Grinning, Ron knelt between her legs and caressed the soft skin of her smooth thighs. Locking his gaze with hers, he pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, revealing her damp mound, and licked his lips. "Do you want me to be messy while eating you out, Hermione? In the same way you'd hate to see me at the table?"
She nodded her head. "Gods, yes."
Unable to resist anymore, Ron lowered his mouth to her folds and began to lap, savouring her delicious juices. He lapped her slit, sometimes shallowly, sometimes pushing deep to part her folds. She arched her back and moaned in pure relief.
Ron did it like that for a bit, and then pulled her knickers down to bare her. She helped him and then spread herself wide open, unashamedly.
"Now I'm going to eat your pussy so good you won't want to leave my bed. Ever. And I want you to free your tits and play with them meanwhile, is that clear?"
"Yes. Please, Ron, get to it. Please."
"Fuck, I love hearing you beg," he commented before delving again into her juicy cunt. He ate her as if she were the tastiest meal ever and he was starving. Hermione squirmed and trashed on the bed, moaning loudly while she kneaded and squeezed her tits in a way that made his own hands envious. After a bit, he shoved a couple of fingers in her dripping hole and curved them, rubbing her front wall while he sucked on her clit.
"Oh, gods! Oh, gods, Ron, that feels so good! That feels so fucking good! Don't stop! Gods, don't stop!"
"Never," he grunted before sucking again, determined to make her pass out the moment she came.
And come she did. He felt her entire body get rigid for a moment, and then she exploded. Juices flooded his pumping fingers as she orgasmed, screaming to the heavens.
"OHHHHHHHHH! OH, OH, OH, GODS, YESSSSS!"
Ron kept lapping at her, his eyes fixed on her pleasure-ridden face. Finally, when she pressed her thighs against his face to stop him, he lifted his head and licked his lips. He crawled over her body until he was just over her. When, after almost half a minute she opened her eyes, they shared an intense look and then he kissed her hard.
"Taste yourself on my tongue," he growled before shoving it into her mouth.
Hermione moaned around him and sucked in a way that almost made him cum then and there. Fuck, she was pure passion, this witch. What the fuck was she doing with an icicle like Percy?
"Did you like it?" he asked, and she nodded quickly.
"I loved it, but you already knew that, right?
"Yeah," he admitted, grinning goofily.
"You're such a smug prat …"
"I won't deny it. Now, we're not finished, aren't we?"
"I guess not," she responded.
Smiling wickedly at her, Ron went back to the bottom of the bed and stood in front of her. He admired her curvy, incredibly sexy body. Fuck, was she hot. Perfect tits, perfect pussy, toned, smooth legs, flat belly, plump lips …
He was only missing her ass.
"Turn over," he demanded.
"What?"
"Turn over, Hermione. I wanna see your ass."
A bit reluctantly, she rolled onto her belly. Ron pulled on her legs so her middle was at the edge of the bed and she was almost kneeling on the floor. This position made her ass stand out even more, and he groaned at the sight.
"Fuck, you have no idea how fucking sexy your ass is," he commented, kneeling behind her. "Thick, fleshy, firm, round …" he added before smacking both cheeks noisily.
"Ah, Ron!"
"Fuck, even the noise it makes when I spank it is perfect," he added, squeezing with relish. "That day at the Burrow, when I crashed into you, your ass in those shorts was the first thing I noticed from you, and fuck, I wanted nothing but to rip them off you and bury my face in it …"
Hermione let out a moan.
"Gods, Ron …"
"Fuck, I'm gonna do that," he said. Using his hands to spread her cheeks, he revealed her puckered hole, which looked tight and inviting and buried his head in her crack, taking out his tongue to lick at her tight ring of muscles.
"RON!" she yelled, shocked. "You — you're licking —" She was unable to finish the sentence, but shook her ass a bit, as if trying to push him away. He, however, grasped her globes even more firmly. "Don't! I wanna taste it!" he growled and went at it again. Hermione looked at him over her shoulder, completely taken aback. But when he pushed his tongue again against her hole and fixed his eyes on hers, she couldn't help but close them briefly and let out a moan.
Yeah!
"You love it, right?"
"It's — it's so dirty …"
"It is," he admitted, lifting his head but keeping his hands on her ass, kneading her flesh fervently. "But what I want you to learn, Ms Granger, is that dirty is not always bad. Sometimes, it can be very good."
And without another word, he resumed rimming her asshole, licking at it with relish. Sometimes he traced her entire crack, stopping at the entrance of her pussy. When that happened, she bucked her hips, as if wanting to get his tongue inside her. But Ron always went back to her asshole, coating it with saliva.
In a few minutes, she was moaning as loudly as when he was eating her pussy, and he couldn't help but grin proudly. He kept licking her ass, pushing his tongue against the rosebud, willing it to yield, until it finally did. And then he shoved a couple of fingers into her pussy, fucking her fast and hard while he wiggled his tongue inside her tight hole.
"Oh, gods! Oh, fuck, I can't believe — Oh, gods! Oh, gods, this is so — I'm so close! I'm so close again, Ron!"
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, still fingering her. "Do you want me to stop eating your ass, Hermione?"
"NO! Keep going! Keep going, I'm so damn close and I need to come!" she begged, desperate.
Ron felt his entire body shudder with pleasure at her words and the raw need in them and intensified his assault on both her pussy and ass, determined to make her cum so hard she would never forget it.
Hermione grabbed fistfuls of his quilt as she raced towards release like a stampede of hippogriffs.
"Oh, gods, just there! Just there! Ah, ahhh, AAAAH, ROOOON!
Ron felt her pussy clench around his fingers but kept moving them at a fast pace, wanting her orgasm to be long and strong. Her asshole also clenched around his tongue, and he swore inwardly, his cock throbbing in envy.
Her entire body convulsed as she rode it out, yet Ron kept going and going, until, at last, she sagged on top of the bed, panting heavily.
"Oh, my God … Oh, my god …"
Ron extracted his fingers and stood up, revelling in the sight of her so utterly spent. Shit, she really had an incredible ass. He had to restrain himself not to plunge his cock into her pussy from behind and fuck her until he had emptied his balls deep inside her. Not that that would have been bad, but he wanted something else first. So he climbed onto the bed and lay by her his hands caressing her back.
"Still there?" he asked, smiling.
She turned her head to look at him, and he had to supress a moan. Several curls were plastered against her face, giving her a wild look very different than the one she had while at the Ministry and that made her seem so prim and proper. Ron liked this image much more.
"You — you put your tongue in my — in my butt …" she said, as if needing confirmation it hadn't been some sort of dream.
"I did. You really have a sexy, curvy ass, Hermione. And well, you enjoyed it, right?"
"Yes. I can't believe it felt that good."
Grabbing her, he rolled her over so she was on her back and hovered over her, staring directly into her eyes. "We're not done, not by a long shot," he told her. "Now you're going to suck my cock until I cum in your mouth, and then I'll fuck you so hard you'll soak your panties every time you remember it."
She let out a soft whimper, and Ron cupped one of her tits, kneading eagerly. "Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"Yes," she said.
"Have you ever made a man come in your mouth?"
"No."
"Good. Another first for you today. But well, you love learning, right?"
"I — yes, I do, but —"
"No buts," he cut in, silencing her. "Now get here, I got so fucking hard making you cum, and I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my dick." Ron moved to so he was sitting at the edge of the mattress, his feet on the floor. Hermione watched him and then moved, slowly, a bit unsure. She got out of the bed and then knelt on the floor between his parted legs.
"Grab it," he told her, his voice laced with need and desire.
Almost shyly, she wrapped her fingers around his girth and then gave him a tentative stroke. Ron moaned in delight. "Mmm, yeah. Now put it in your mouth, come on."
"Ron, it's — it's too big. I mean, I only did this with one man and his wasn't like — like this."
"You'd better get to practice, then. Come on, Hermione, I'm dying to have my cock in your mouth. Suck it."
She kept stroking him and then leaned forwards until her lips were a mere inch away from his dick. Ron held his breath, the image so fucking erotic he feared he could cum all over her face.
"Lick it first," he said quickly.
She glanced at him, then focused again on his cock. Taking her tongue out, she pressed it against the underside of his shaft, moving it up and down.
"Ah, Hermione … More."
Gaining some confidence, she began to lap at his cock, moving her tongue all over it, even licking the small drop of precum at the tip. Soon, his member was glistening with her saliva, and he knew he couldn't deny himself any longer.
"Enough. Now suck it. And don't forget to play with my balls."
Hermione eyed his cock again, almost apprehensively, but then opened her mouth and took the tip in, sliding her lips over it.
"Ah, fuck …" he moaned, both at the view and the feeling. He loved having his cock sucked, and it had been way too long. He was eager to see what Hermione could do to him.
Encouraged by his moan, she took about three inches in and began to bob her head, her right hand going to cup and knead his bollocks.
"Merlin, Hermione, yes … Use your tongue as well …. Fuck, yeah, like that!"
Locking her gaze with his, she took even more into her mouth and sucked hard when retreating. Ron couldn't help it and began to buck his hips a bit, eager for her to take more of him and the pleasures her mouth could give him.
"Come on, take more," he told her, his voice raw and husky as he put his hands on her bushy, wild hair to help her a bit. Hermione froze for a moment but, when he didn't force her, she resumed sucking.
Ron couldn't stop watching her.
This wasn't the best blowjob he had got, at least not yet, but there was something insanely sexy in the way Hermione Granger was tending to his cock, in the soft suckling noises she made. Fuck, he wanted to cum in her mouth so badly!
"Suck me harder," he groaned, bucking his hips a bit more. When she took him without gagging or protesting, he became a bit more forceful, wanting to feed her more cock. She sucked harder and moved faster, the hand in his balls kneading more fervently. "Yes, like massage my balls like that … Feel how full they are … and you're going to take all that cum down your throat, won't you?"
She hummed a bit. He didn't get what she was trying to say, but when she just sucked harder, his tip entering her throat, he forgot about it.
"Ahhh, fuck, yes! Yes, Hermione, like that! Fuck, like that! Take my cock! Fuck, you'll be such a good cocksucker with all the practice you're going to get! Mmm, ahhh, Merlin, that's good! Missed a good, hot mouth 'round my dick … Shit, do it harder, come on, give me pleasure, Hermione … Fuck, I'm getting close …" he growled, almost fucking her mouth.
Hermione, hearing him, went at it even harder, determined to make him cum, and Ron didn't try to hold back. He could have, as he was enjoying this a lot, but he was also eager for more. They were in his flat, alone, so there was no hurry, and he planned to take advantage of that to fuck her to his heart content.
"Ungh, Hermione, gonna cum … Come on, suck that cock … Suck it …"
His balls tightened in her hand, and Ron put both of his on her head, encouraging her as he bucked a bit harder, going just a bit deeper.
"Here it comes!" he shouted as an explosion of pure ecstasy filled his body. His cock swelled and erupted, filling her mouth with stream after stream of hot cum. He resisted the need to close his eyes so he could watch her suck and swallow him. "Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, so fucking good! Unggh, drink it all! Fuck, drink it all Hermione!"
Hermione choked a bit under the force of his orgasm, but kept sucking and swallowing around him, making it even better. Ron kept rocking his hips while holding her head, silently conveying that she should keep sucking until there was nothing left.
Finally, spent, he fell onto the bed, panting, with a smile of pure satisfaction on his face. Hermione stayed there, on her knees, looking like she couldn't believe she had done that.
"Did you like it?" he asked. "Did you like the taste of my cum, Hermione?"
"I — I don't know. It was — odd."
With an effort, he sat back up and cupped her cheeks. "You'll learn to love it, 'cause I plan on giving you a good mouthful every chance I get," he whispered to her, making her moan softly.
"Did — did I do it well?" she asked sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.
"Yeah, it was amazing, for your first time. Did you like it?" he asked, putting his hand under her chin and forcing her to look up at him. "Did you like having my big cock in your mouth?"
"I — yes," she finally admitted, her cheeks blushing crimson.
Ron beamed, feeling on top of the world. "Good. Now come here, we're not done. I still want to fuck that sweet pussy of yours."
She looked at him, surprised. "But — but you just — I mean, you just ejaculated."
"I'm aware, but I can go more than once," he said as he pulled her towards him. They both fell onto the bed, her in his arms and straddling his right leg. His hands went straight to her ass, which he kneaded roughly. "Get me hard. Play with my cock while we snog."
His mouth claimed hers and Hermione moaned, surrendering to the kiss and his eager hands. Then, to his delight, he felt hers on his dick, which was starting to rise once more. He grunted as he snogged her, pressing her against his body. He could feel her damp pussy on his thigh and couldn't help but lift it a little, moving it so he could rub her. Hermione moaned, clearly liking it, and her hips began to rock a bit, seeking more contact.
He broke the kiss and looked up at her lust-filled, flushed face. "Once I'm completely hard, I want you to ride my cock as if your life depended on it. You like it on top, right?"
"Yes," she said. "It's my favourite position."
Ron let out a chuckle. "Why doesn't it surprise me?"
"Shut up," she replied, and then kissed him again, her hand still fondling his cock and balls. Grinning inwardly at her eagerness, he threw himself into the kiss while he kept kneading her round cheeks.
"Come on, get my cock into your cunt. I'm completely hard and I need to feel your juicy, tight pussy around me."
Quickly, she straddled him. Ron watched avidly as she took his cock in her small hand and positioned her at the entrance of her pretty pussy. He felt it twitch just at the sight.
And then she lowered her body on his, letting out a loud gasp when his girth stretched her.
"Fuck, Hermione, so tight! Unggh, look how that hot pussy of yours swallow my cock!" he exclaimed, unable to take his eyes of it. "Fuck, it loves it, right? Your sexy, perfect pussy loves my fat cock!"
"Oh, gods, Ron … Oh, you're so deep," she moaned once she had taken all of him inside her body.
"Fuck, yeah!" he groaned, his hands moving up her sides to cup her tits. "Come on, ride me. Move that pussy! Fuck me!"
Clearly excited by his words, Hermione began to move, raising her body until almost all his cock was out, then slamming down powerfully, taking it to the hilt.
The pleasure was intense, and the noise of her ass hitting his thighs, delicious.
Ron watched her, enthralled, while she rode him hard. He kept kneading her big tits, relishing their firmness and fullness. His eyes travelled between her face and her pussy. He loved watching his cock entering and exiting her at such a fast pace.
"Ungh, like that, Hermione! Take my cock! Fuck, you're so fucking good!"
"Shut up and suck my nipples!" she demanded, pushing her chest against his face.
Ron was momentarily stunned, not used to her being bossy during sex, but he couldn't deny he liked it, so her moved his hands to her hips and, digging his fingers into the supple flesh of her ass, captured a breast into his mouth and began to suck greedily.
She moaned loudly and, holding his head, pulled it against her body.
"Mmm!" Ron moaned, his voice muffled. He was in heaven, his cock being repeatedly encased in the tightest of pussies, his hands on her curvaceous hips and ass, and a large tit in his mouth
"Suck harder! Gods, suck harder, I'm about to come! I'm about to come!"
Ron sucked and sucked, trying to get even more of her boob into his mouth, his tongue flickering the hard nipple.
Suddenly, she arched her back and her grip on his hair became almost painful as her body was seized by a powerful orgasm. His cock was trapped inside a vice-like furnace, though she didn't stop moving, rocking her hips fast and hard against him.
"OHHHH, OHHHH GODS! OH GODS!" she screamed as she came for the third time that afternoon.
Ron groaned, feeling the delicious spasms of her pussy around him and tried to help her move even when she was too far gone to do it by herself. Finally, he fell onto his back again, pulling her with him. However, he didn't stop. The pressure on his cock was too good, so he bent his knees a bit and used his feet to thrust upwards while he held her with his hands on her ass. Grunting, he grabbed handfuls of that juicy flesh as he fucked her like a man possessed, eager to give her another good load. He wanted to fill her tight pussy to the brim with cum.
"Fuuuuuck, Hermione! Shit, you feel so bloody good! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum inside you! Gonna fill your tight, hot pussy!"
"D-do it!" she almost begged. "Do it, Ron … I — I want to feel you coming inside me …"
"FUUUCK!" he roared, her words being the last straw. His cock literally exploded inside her cunt as he fucked her hard, his balls slapping her ass as they unloaded, over and over, until he couldn't move anymore and his body sagged, spent, on the bed. "Holy fuck, I came so good!"
"Gods, Ron …" she muttered, her head on his chest.
"Don't say it wasn't amazing," he whispered into her ear, his hands still kneading her bum greedily.
"I wasn't going to," she replied. "It was amazing."
Ron couldn't help but smile smugly. "So, what about that bullshit about this not happening again?"
He felt her stiffen, then she got off him and sat on the bed, facing away. He watched her for a moment, and was about to ask what the problem was when he heard her mutter, "What's wrong with me?"
"Well, you've got your issues, but you're not that bad. Especially in bed. Merlin, you fuck like a goddess," he teased. But then she turned to face him, her eyes shooting daggers, and he realised he had said the wrong thing.
"This is not a joke, Ron!" she yelled as she got up and began to gather her clothes. "I'm not like this! I'm not the kind of person that cheats on her boyfriend, you know! Especially with her boyfriend's brother!"
Ron watched her, stunned by her strong reaction.
"You're not good to me. I'm losing my mind and this cannot go on."
"I didn't force you to do anything, Hermione," replied Ron seriously.
"I never said you did! But this keeps happening, and then I feel bad. I don't know how I can look at Percy, after betraying him in such a way!" She finished dressing and shook her head. "Coming here was a mistake. I should have never done it," she muttered, and then left the room. Frowning, Ron got out of the bed, and hurried to put on his pants, then went to the living room but just in time to see her disappear through the flames.
"Fuck," he said, letting out a sigh. "Bloody fuck."
No, they can't . And yes, Hermione was quite annoying in this chapter.
By the way, are you, perhaps, wondering if they're going to work on Hermione's proposal at some point?
Anyway, I know this chapter wasn't the most interesting, but I loved the sex and — well, little steps
Please, tell me what you think, and I'll give you a new chapter this weekend!