A/N- Hello! Sorry again for running a bit behind schedule, I'm sure this chapter will make up for it because it has little snippets of smut and tension! Yay..ok so I feel it is important to point out that the characters are still blissfully unaware of their simmering attraction so the slow build will return but I had to give you something ;-D WARNING- THIS CHAPTER FEATURES RON/HERMIONE SMUT. If you find this yucky or it turns you off that was fully intended. Ron is no Snape and this smut is not meant to be sexy so please stick with me for the good stuff!
The title of this story is a line from the song 'Poison and Wine' by The Civil Wars- Full credit to them, I do not make any money from this etc.
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NOT FOR YOUNG UNS'- THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT (THE NICE KIND NOT THE ICK KIND)
DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN ANY OF HARRY POTTER…NOT HIS TOE, HIS LEFT EAR, NADA. I ALSO DO NOT OWN SNAPE OR ALAN RICKMAN DESPITE THAT BEING MY ULTIMATE GOAL IN LIFE. I MAKE NO MONEY FROM THIS, IT IS PURELY FOR MY OWN (AND HOPEFULLY SOME OTHER PEOPLE'S ENTERTAINMENT. JKR IS THE GOD OF THE POTTERVERSE AND I AM A HUMBLE FAN HAVING A BIT OF FUN.
Rating= M (lovely inappropriate lemons and swear words)
X~X
Hermione woke up the next day with a smile on her face. It took her a moment to register this strange occurrence but when she did, she buried herself under her covers sighed contentedly. Something about this morning made her feel decidedly giddy, she couldn't quite decipher exactly what had caused this refreshing change to her mood but she was going to enjoy it. She threw her covers back dramatically and jumped out of bed, sniggering when she clocked her fetching socks. Professor Snape made fun of my socks. He teased me, she thought incredulously. She began rifling through her wardrobe and found herself saying "Those socks are an abomination" in a low, sarcastic voice before letting out a giggle. She began gathering her toiletries for her morning routine when she was interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door.
"Who is it?" she called out cheerfully
"It's me! Let me in Mione!" She heard Ginny exclaim.
She skipped over to the door and opened it wide, beaming beautifully at a rather excitable looking Ginny. "Morning Sunshine, come on in!"
Ginny stood in the doorway staring at Hermione as if she had three heads. After a moment, she shuffled in to the room suspiciously, her eyes never leaving Hermione's face as they were narrowed slightly in contemplation. "Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?" She asked sounding deadly serious.
"Ha ha," Hermione began sardonically as she rolled her eyes. "Has it really been that long since you've seen me in a good mood?"
"Honestly? Yes." Ginny answered sincerely as she sat on the edge of Hermione's bed.
"Oh come on Gin, I know I've been a little out-of-sorts what with missing the boys and feeling a bit bored, but have I really been that bad?" Hermione asked as she grabbed a towel from her drawers.
"Yes." Ginny stated plainly. "Truthfully Hermione, that's why I haven't spent much time with you."
Hermione felt her good mood falter for a moment, how she was feeling must have shown as Ginny jumped up and enveloped her in a hug as she tried to apologise. "Ginny…I-"
"No don't, Hermione, I'm sorry. I've been such a terrible friend to you, but…you just seemed so different and distant. At first I thought maybe it was because you wanted to hang out with people from your own year; but you don't do much of that either," Ginny blurted out honestly. "With me being captain of the Quidditch team now I have so little time left to get all my work done and socialise…I just…well honestly? Ginny asked as she pulled back and looked Hermione squarely in the eyes waiting for her friend's permission.
Hermione nodded eagerly. "Go on Ginny, I promise I won't take offense."
"Anytime I thought about spending time with you; you were studying, hanging out with Dean or well…depressing to be around. I know it's selfish, but I just want to have fun this year," Ginny stated with an impatient huff as she sat back down on Hermione's bed.
Hermione looked over at Ginny fondly. They were so very different from one another yet somehow their relationship worked. She thought of Ginny as a kind of sister rather than just a friend. They wouldn't necessarily choose to hang out with each other as their hobbies, interests and temperaments were so dissimilar, but they were always there for each other. Hermione walked over to Ginny and sat down beside her. She leant towards Ginny and gently nudged her with her shoulder.
"Ginny, we're not friends," Hermione affirmed sadly.
Ginny's head snapped up and she looked at Hermione with an expression of hurt and anger on her face. For a moment Hermione was concerned she was going to be on the receiving end of Ginny's legendary temper.
"Ginny we're… so much more than that. We're family, you and I. You are like a sister to me. You didn't spend much time hanging out with Ron or…Fred and George at Hogwarts." Hermione gulped at the mention of the much missed Weasley. "That doesn't mean you didn't love them more than everybody else in the building. I know what we mean to each other; and I don't feel the need to spend every minute of the day proving it," she finished as she picked up Ginny's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Ginny smiled warmly. "You're right Hermione; you are like an older, much, much, much wiser sister," she grinned deviously before hopping back to her feet and dragging Hermione up with her. "Anyways, I came to tell you some exciting news." She began spinning Hermione round gleefully.
"Before I throw up, would you care to share this exciting news?" Hermione asked her good mood increasing under the influence of the enthusiastic girl in front of her.
"Our boys are coming to Hogwarts!" She practically squealed.
Hermione stopped spinning, rooting her feet firmly to the floor and stared at Ginny. Harry and Ron were coming to Hogwarts? What for? How long would they be here? Would things between her and Ron be any easier after all this time apart?
"What…when…why?" Hermione spluttered.
"Geez Hermione, I thought you were supposed to be intelligent and eloquent," Ginny teased in a snobby voice before letting out a snigger. "Professor McGonagall has demanded somebody from the shop come to discuss the effects of the Skiving Snackbox with Madam Pomfrey. Did you hear that an anti-sickness potion Pomfrey uses has been causing a reaction when mixed with the new improved puking pastilles?" Ginny rambled. "Oh Merlin, you should have seen the state of-"
"Ginny, focus!" Hermione interrupted her gossip.
"Right, sorry." Ginny nodded "Yeah, so George suggested Ron do it so he can visit you, and then Ron mentioned it to Harry and he decided to tag along!" she began bouncing animatedly. "They asked McGonagall and she said yes...obviously!" She finished with a grin.
"Wow, I can't believe I'm going to see the boys! When are they coming?" Hermione asked happily.
"Today! They will be here in an hour; isn't that amazing! Anyway I have to go and find something sexy to wear for Harry," she finished with a wink as she headed for the door.
Hermione stood in the middle of her bedroom, still as a statue. An hour? Shit, shit, shit, shit!
"What are you going to wear?" Ginny asked drawing her attention back to the present.
"My uniform? I mean…it is a Friday. I have two classes today and don't you have three?" Hermione asked her brow furrowed in confusion.
"McGonagall says as long as we go to our morning classes we can take the afternoon off, since we're so far ahead," Ginny said innocently.
"We are far ahead?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at her.
"Well part of us are," she giggled mischievously. "Anyway find something pretty to wear under your robes; don't worry I got permission. See ya!" She rambled as she darted out the door.
Hermione began pacing her room nervously. This is good, I miss the boys I'm going to spend the day with them, this is…exciting. Gods except I'm angry at Ron for being such a shitty boyfriend, and I really don't have the energy to fight him. She began raking through her wardrobe with a groan, well, there goes my good mood.
X~X
Why on earth did I throw Miss Granger a lifeline? Thiswas the first thought in his mind when Severus awoke the next morning. Now I have just offered to spend even more time with her than the school curriculum already enforces. He lay in his bed, stroking his bare chest absent-mindedly as he stared up at the ceiling.
Severus Snape loved his bed. It was a king-size, four-poster with the most sumptuous silk sheets, and the mattress was actually magical. He had charmed it to relieve aches and pains for after particularly difficult meetings with The Dark Lord, and back then he found himself overwhelmed with joy whenever he actually made it to his bed. To him, his bed was symbolic. It was his peaceful sanctuary, his safe haven and that is why despite his constant levels of high energy he found it bloody impossible to get up in the mornings. He felt a strange kind of energy today however. It was almost like he wanted to get up, wanted to walk the halls, and wanted to teach the…no, perhaps not. I feel almost cheerful, he thought with a shudder of disgust.
What has changed since I awoke yesterday morning? He thought about his day and decided that the only real change was that now he would be offering Granger extra tuition and guidance with Potions. Am I really that bored? Why am I suddenly filled with a new sense of liveliness and vigour? Am I that pathetic that having students to teach at the weekends makes me want to leap out of bed and whistle? It was not merely that Severus had students to teach on the weekends; it was that he had one excellent student to teach. As he threw his covers back and launched himself out of bed purposefully, he decided that not only would these extra classes help relieve some boredom for himself they would also benefit Granger tremendously. Not only would her potions skills improve, but perhaps it would pull her out of this low mood she seemed to have settled into.
Why does she feel so redundant? Is it some kind of trauma from her experience, he thought as he turned his shower on and removed his charcoal grey, cotton trousers. Severus Snape was all too aware of the emotional trauma fighting in a war or simply surviving a war can have on a person. Obviously she has matured greatly since before the war but that does not explain the dramatic change in Miss Granger since the beginning of the school year. During the first few weeks of the term, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the resident Know-It-All seemed to also have a good handle on post-traumatic stress syndrome. Severus thought, as placed his hand under the stream of water, testing the temperature. Obviously she would forever carry the baggage and scars the last few years had provided her with, however she seemed to be functioning well. She seemed happy, annoyingly chatty, and disgustingly enthusiastic when it came to class. She was as much the same girl she had always been. Then it all changed. He had gradually noticed her transforming over the last few months, becoming more subdued, and he often observed her wandering the castle listlessly. She was becoming a shadow of her former self, but nobody seemed to notice. She would paint on a smile and chat away with Professor McGonagall and Minerva would quite happily walk away thinking her favourite pupil was fine. But Severus Snape knew better; after all he was a spy. He caught Hermione in her unguarded moments, and he knew she was far from fine. He wished it was some quiet Ravenclaw or disheartened Slytherin he had noticed floundering but annoyingly it was the classic Gryffindor. Unfortunately, her house affiliation did not make it any less necessary for him to help a student in need.
That is why I am offering her a focus, he thought as he stepped under the scalding hot water, steam rising around his lean, firm body. He remembered their meeting the night before, how fragile and delicate she had looked with her tired eyes and unruly hair tumbling around her drawn face. Then an image of those god-awful socks popped into his head, and he let out a dark chuckle. She was enormously enjoyable to mock, he thought as he lathered the soap bubbles and massaged them into the pale skin of his arms and chest. I also find it amusing when she mocks me, he admitted to himself; lucky little madam, there are not many who would get away with it. As Severus reminisced on his recent encounters with Hermione Granger he began to sport an impressive erection but he did not make the connection. Just a typical bodily function in the morning, he thought as he took his rigid cock in his hand and began to pleasure himself at a leisurely pace. He stroked himself up and down from the thick base up to the swollen head and back again, the water from the scorching shower only adding to his natural lubrication. And, if at the moment of climax the faceless female who was conjured up by his mind seemed to resemble the Gryffindor Princess with her tumbling curls and slender curves, he did not notice…
X~X
Hermione left her bedroom with a sigh and headed down the stairs towards the common room. She had been tempted to wear some unflattering, shapeless clothes on the off chance that Ron managed to get her alone at some point. She didn't want to look too attractive or, worst of all, sexy. But then she had considered Professor Snape's reaction to her socks and decided it would be prudent to dress nicely so as not to damage her reputation. If a man like Professor Snape notices my socks, what will the entire student body say if I do not dress nicely for my boyfriend? People are far more observant than I give them credit for. She had gone for camel coloured skinny jeans, which accented her curvaceous yet toned rear, a cream tunic-style blouse, which although classy did highlight her 'charms' considerably. On her feet she had a pair of cream ballet pumps, and she had decided to wear her hair down with only a minor smoothing charm applied. Her locks were miraculously behaving and today were playing the part of warm golden curls which were in no way frizzy. She had found herself getting carried away with the freedom non-uniform dress was providing her and had even applied a little light make up. Her skin was glowing, her hair was shining and a light slick of lip balm and eyeliner lead to her being pleasantly surprised by her reflection in the mirror. She had her robes over the crook of her arm and when she walked into the common room, she heard someone let out an exaggerated whistle.
"Wow Hermione, you look really nice." Dean offered awkwardly. Hermione couldn't help but notice the way he audibly gulped after speaking.
"Aw, thanks Dean," she offered sincerely whilst reaching out to rub his arm affectionately. "Have you seen Ginny?"
"Ehh yeah," he began uncertainly, attempting to tear his eyes away from his friend. "She was here a minute ago, but she said something about not waiting any bloody longer and then marched out the portrait hole. Come to think of it she was looking a little…different today; what are you to up to? You heading out somewhere?" Dean asked as he folded his arms across his broad chest.
"No," she began, rolling her eyes at Ginny's impatience. "Harry and Ron are visiting for the day; I only found out an hour ago."
"Wow, that's great. I can't wait to see them," Dean said enthusiastically with a smile before looking Hermione up and down. "You found out an hour ago? Nice work Granger," he finished with a wink.
"Come on, let's head down to breakfast," she said with a shake of her head and a chuckle.
X~X
Well, there goes my good mood, Severus thought upon entering the hall and spotting the school's visitors for the day. Why that bloody Weasley and The-Boy-Who-Lived-For-Popping-Up-At- Any-Opportunity, were here he had no idea. Potter looks well enough…relaxed, carefree. Good for him, Severus thought genuinely. He deserves a bit of peace. As do I, so he better not even think about coming up to me and trying to engage me in a conversation. He watched as the female Weasley came running in the hall and attacked Potter, practically knocking him over. Gods what the hell is she wearing?
"Oh dear," Minerva began with her lips pursed in distaste. "I had hoped Miss Weasley would have shown some sense and not dressed inappropriately when I allowed her and Miss Granger a non-uniform, half day."
"Excuse me?" Severus drawled, surprised that Minerva was engaging him in a conversation that had nothing to do with timetables or budgets.
"As you well know I need to discuss those blasted sweets with a representative from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes." She uttered the name of the business as if it were something entirely despicable. "Mr Weasley asked if he could bring Mr Potter along to spend some time with the girls, and I agreed. " She finished sneaking a glance at her Potions Master's reaction.
"Why on earth would you do a thing like that?" He groaned. "And why does that mean Miss Weasley is allowed to dress like a common prostitute?"
"I offered the girls some freedom with their attire since I decided to give them the afternoon off, but I had hoped they would wear something more along the lines of…that." Minerva finished with a smile and point at the doorway.
Severus followed her directing gesture and found himself staring at a girl who was almost unrecognizable. Hermione Granger was walking into the hall laughing at something Dean Thomas had said, and she looked like an entirely different person. She looked so much older and well…prettier. I am not completely ignorant, I can acknowledge that she is an attractive girl but I did not realise that she was such a stunning young woman, he thought almost ashamedly. Her clothes, hair, make-up everything about her was elegant and understated. Alarmingly different from her usual frizzy ponytail and ghastly cartoon socks, he thought with a snort of amusement. He suddenly became aware that Minerva was observing him closely and attempted to arrange his features into a look of indifference.
"Yes, I suppose what Miss Granger is wearing is appropriate, although I do not see why they could not have just worn their uniforms." He remarked before taking a bite of his toast and sneakily returning his glance to the entrance. At that moment, Hermione began scanning the hall nervously and as though she felt his eyes on her she looked up and smiled tentatively before being attacked by the male Weasley. Blast, he thought as his vision was blocked by the lanky red-head. Why do all Weasley's insist on attacking others as a show of affection? What is wrong with them?
"I do love a good romance, Severus. Don't you think Miss Granger will benefit from the attention her attire will garner her?" Minerva asked as she hid her grin behind her cup delighted that Hermione was finally being noticed for the beauty she was.
"Of course you do," he muttered with an eye-roll. He looked around the hall and noticed many of the male students were admiring Miss Granger. "Unfortunately your plan for true-love has backfired," he scoffed sarcastically. "It is not only Mr Weasley enjoying the view; there seems to be a lot of males in the room realising the little know-it-all is an attractive young woman."
"Oh yes, I had noticed some coming to that realisation." She smirked at the many male students staring at Hermione before observing Professor Snape's line of vision and subsequent curious expression and then wondering if she hadn't just made a very big mistake.
X~X
Why the hell is everyone staring at me? Where are the boys? Hermione thought after Dean had walked away. She scanned the hall and felt an overwhelming urge to look up at the teacher's table. When she did she locked eyes with Professor Snape. She remembered their meeting the night before and felt a strange rush of fondness for her moody Professor. He was staring at her and there was something odd about his expression; he looked vulnerable, human and younger. She offered him a smile and was just realising that she really must look away when she was attacked by Ron. Dammit, I lost eye contact with Professor Snape, she thought as she struggled to breath.
"Ronald…too tight…can't breathe," she managed to gasp out.
"Oh shit…sorry Mione." He offered as he let go of her and smiled awkwardly. "You look beautiful."
His endearing blush which accompanied the praise he offered her melted some of her anger towards him. "Mione? Oh thank goodness, you do remember who I am? It's been so long since you wrote me a letter I thought perhaps you had forgotten me," she teased as she prodded him playfully in the stomach.
"I'm so sorry Mione…I just miss you, and writing letters to you makes me sad. It's not the same as being with you," he finished with a grin as he intertwined his fingers with hers.
"Well I expect more in future…aim for at least two this time?" She smiled and then let out a chuckle before making her way over to Harry and Ginny, dragging Ron along behind her.
"Harry!" She let go of Ron's hand and pulled Harry into a hug. She felt his comforting familiarity wrapped around her and let out a sigh…"I think I've missed you most of all Scarecrow," she whispered with a smile as she reached up and ruffled his messy hair.
"I've missed you too; it's great to be back here," he murmured with a fond smile before searching for a seat at the table. The Golden Trio sat down to breakfast with their unofficial fourth member and some old Gryffindor friends. Hermione felt a calm wash over her. This is bliss.
X~X
If Ginny keeps fidgeting like that I am going to kick her, Hermione thought uncharitably as she watched the girl beside her drum her quill off the desk with one hand, bite the nails of her other hand and bounce impatiently in her seat.
"Ginny!"
"What? Gods I'm so bored I just want to get out of here and see Harry," Ginny whined. "Why did I take Advanced Arithmacy…it's so bloody boring and there is no way I'm going to pass."
Hermione shook her head and let out a laugh. It was lovely how keen Ginny was to spend time with her boyfriend. Hermione had to admit that she was looking forward to the end of class and getting the chance to spend time with both her boys. She had felt a twinge of attraction with Ron she hadn't felt in a while. When he hugged her she had felt that nervous excitement and the need to be thoroughly snogged. Actually I suppose I felt that way before I even saw him…it must have been anticipation. She tried to listen to the lecture, but Ginny's enthusiasm for the end of class was infectious, and she found herself wishing the minutes away till she could meet the boys.
At the end of the class Ginny jumped out her seat, stripped her robes off and sauntered out the room. That skirt is shameful, and the top is far too low cut; she looks like a bloody prostitute, Hermione thought with a frown as she packed up her things. As she exited the classroom she found Ginny 'working her corner' with an amorous Harry Potter. Hermione cleared her throat thinking she sounded alarmingly like Umbridge when she did so, ewww.
"Oh…Hey Hermione," Harry offered self-consciously as he attempted to disentangle himself from Ginny…who hadn't even noticed Hermione was there. "Are you looking for Ron? His meeting should be finishing up any minute."
"Oh great, I'll just head up to Professor McGonagall's office and wait for him outside. Bye!" She couldn't get away from the infatuated couple quick enough.
On the way she popped into the common room to check Ron hadn't made it back already. He hadn't. She dropped off her bag and her robes and then made her way up the stairs. Whilst walking along the corridor that led to Professor McGonagall's office she heard heavy, exaggerated footsteps behind her.
"I thought it best to walk noisily in the hope that I will avoid finding myself on the end of your wand… again," Professor Snape drawled as he fell into line with her.
"You're safe, I knew it was you. I heard your robes billowing," she smirked before turning her head to take in his reaction. He was attempting to glare but his amusement shone through. As she reached the entrance to the office, she stopped and leant back against the wall. She was surprised when Professor Snape stopped also and leaned in towards her.
"I think you forget who you are talking to Miss Granger, remember I can assign detention and deduct points," his low smooth voice spoke menacingly.
"I know Sir. I just thought in light of your comment about my socks, we were at a place where we could be honest with each other. Whilst remaining professionally courteous, of course," she offered seriously.
"Yes, those socks were an abomination," he snorted. "I was offering my opinion in the hope that you would see sense and burn them."
"Yes and your robes do billow a lot…and audibly," she countered with a raised brow. She was acting as though she was perfectly calm but inside her stomach was in knots.
"Perhaps."
She stared at him disbelievingly. He was smirking but had yet to pull back from his earlier threatening stance. Hermione tried to breathe deeply and heard her breath hitch. He showed no reaction and remained glued to the spot staring at her. God, where's Ron, I really need a snog, she thought.
"Are we still on for tomorrow Sir?" She spoke, her voice huskier than usual due to her suddenly dry mouth. She noticed his nostrils flaring, and for a moment thought he was angry about their weekend meetings.
"Yes, of course," he answered as the staircase began to move signalling somebody was exiting the office. He suddenly stepped away from her and crossed his arms across his chest.
"I'm looking forward to it," she declared sincerely. He said nothing but he looked at her in genuine surprise. They maintained eye contact which was only broken when Ron spoke.
"Hey Mione, you waiting for me?" He smiled kindly as he walked over to her and took her hand. Embarrassed by him being openly affectionate with her in front of two of her professors, Hermione's eyes darted around nervously catching Professor Snape's eye and noticing his pointed look and ensuing sneer at their joined hands.
"Ehh yeah…come on. Goodbye Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape." She rushed out before attempting to pull Ron away.
"Miss Granger, Mr Weasley." Professor Snape replied politely, inclining his head before sweeping past Minerva and up the stairs.
"Have fun you two and be good." Minerva twittered fondly as she watched two of her favourite students walk off together. If she could have seen Professor Snape's expression she would have noticed his eye-roll and sneer were alarmingly fierce, even by his usual standards.
X~X
Hermione and Ron had walked slowly back to the Gryffindor common room holding hands and discussing how their last few months had been spent. When they got back to the common room it was completely deserted due to the fact it was lunchtime.
"Harry and Ginny must have headed down to lunch already, come on," Hermione muttered pulling him back towards the portrait-hole.
"Maybe they are hanging out in Ginny's room…you go and check," Ron said in disgust.
"No way! I'm not getting in the way of that!" Hermione laughed.
"Maybe we could hang out in your room?" Ron asked nervously. "You're not up the girl's staircase anymore are you? Didn't you say you had a private room?"
"Well yes but-"
"Can boys still not go up to the private rooms?" Ron grimaced.
Hermione contemplated lying but one look at his earnest face and she just couldn't. She also found herself in the mood for a snogging session; three months without a good snog would do that to a girl. "No they can, it's just…can you imagine if we got caught?" She bit her lip anxiously.
"We won't; which way is it?" Ron practically growled. Hermione took his hand and led him up to her room. As soon as she opened the door; she found herself pushed up against the wall by a passionate Ron.
"Fuck you look amazing…you're so beautiful," he declared before kissing her. Being pushed up against a wall and kissed was exactly what she needed. She felt like she had been waiting for this since she had been standing outside the office earlier. Ron kicked the door shut with his foot and dragged her over to the bed, never breaking the slightly sloppy kiss he was giving her. He lay down on top of her and ground his erection against her core; even through two pairs of jeans she felt it acutely. She let out a moan, which only turned Ron on even more. He began unbuttoning her shirt and she found that unlike before, she was happy with it. She needed something, she just didn't know what.
"Merlin, your body is amazing. Can I..?" He looked down at her bra.
"Can you what?" She asked breathlessly.
"Can I touch your boobs?"
She cringed at his uncouth ways of seduction. A man should know when the time is right and just go for it and calling them boobs is just pathetic.
"I suppose so-"
No sooner had she began to speak he had shoved his hands under her bra and began pawing at her. The feel of a man's hands on her nipples was exciting enough for Hermione to ignore the clumsy squeezing he was doing.
"Fu-uck Mione, you're so bloody perfect," he shouted as he continued to thrust against her and squeeze.
Don't be an idiot Ronald, it's the nipples that get a girl going stop ignoring them, she thought desperately. She was too turned on to care though but what she couldn't wrap her head around was why she was so turned on. Most of Ron's actions were turning her off, so why did she still feel that underlying desperate need?
"Sit up." Ron demanded pulling her upright and stripping her shirt from her. He reached round her back and tried for several minutes to unclasp her bra. Eventually Hermione reached back and did it for him, watching his face as he looked at her bare chest.
"Ron?"
"Hmm?" He asked never removing his eyes from her chest.
Hermione got fed up waiting for him to snap back to reality so pulled at the bottom of his t-shirt until he realised what she was doing and chucked it off. She lay back down on the bed and pulled him to her. She let out a hiss when she felt his naked chest against her own; her head was back, her eyes were closed and she was so turned on.
"Mione you feel-"
"Shh Ronald, stop talking." Hearing his voice was slightly off putting.
"Sorry, can I?"
"Can you what?" She huffed out. Then she felt his fingers at the buttons of her jeans. Fuck yes, I need him to touch me, she thought. "Yes, whatever Ron." Just man up and do it, twenty questions isn't sexy, she thought taking three minutes to unbutton her buttons, he unceremoniously shoved his fingers down her jeans and cupped her.
"Ohh," she moaned
"Are you supposed to be this wet?"
"Ronald please shut up!"
"Right, sorry." He sat back and pulled her jeans down and eventually off her.
"Fuck, your body is amazing."
"Thanks, are you gonna…?"
"Oh right yeah," he mumbled cupping her once more but under her knickers this time.
"Mmmm"
"Fuck, it's so sexy when you make that noise Mione."
"Well, see what other noises you can get me to make," she whispered in a husky voice which she knew would turn him on.
"Ehhh…oh right."
He fumbled around for a while; Hermione wasn't too bothered, any contact felt good at this point. She was so desperate for release that every little movement affected her sensitive core. Particularly when he accidently found her clitoris a few times as he clumsily felt his way around. Eventually he gingerly found the place he was looking for.
"Is that where I?"
"Yes!" She ground out in frustration. And then he suddenly thrust two fingers in her…hard.
"Ouch Ron, too hard!"
"Oh sorry, I don't know what I'm doing."
Yes I can tell, was what she thought but "It's fine, I think your better than you think you are" was what she said. He beamed at her and then started pushing his fingers in and out really fast. It felt…nice but it wasn't getting her anywhere.
"Are you gonna come?" He asked after approximately thirty seconds.
"Erm, I don't think so. Maybe I'm just nervous," She offered helpfully.
"Oh, right. Well shall we just do it now then?"
"What? Ron, I'm not going to have sex with you today!"
"You're not?"
"No."
"Oh…"
"Should I keep fingering you?" Hermione cringed and felt completely turned off.
"No, it's ok. Let's worry about you now," she huffed knowing his selfish needs would get him off of her.
"Ok, if you're sure?" He asked fairly sweetly.
"Yes I'm sure." She said with a fond smile trying not to let her sexual frustration ruin her opinion of her boyfriend.
X~X
By the time Ron and Hermione left her room, she felt she was proficient in the art of hand jobs. She had even very briefly ventured into the art of blow jobs, but frankly after a minute down there she had reached her limit, it just wasn't for her. He smelt like he hadn't showered that day plus he kept thrusting into her mouth and making her gag. When they entered the Great Hall, Ron was walking with the most pronounced swagger ever; and he had the biggest grin on his face. Oh gods Ron, way to make it totally obvious, Hermione thought. She sheepishly sneaked in behind him entirely unaware that her dishevelled hair and swollen lips made her look thoroughly shagged.
Professor Snape gripped his fork painfully tight in his hand. Stupid girl, I thought she had more sense that that, he sneered. Look at her, she looks like she's been fucked every which way by that smug little shit. I thought she was better than that, he thought disappointedly not entirely sure why he cared so much. He suddenly heard laughter erupt from the Gryffindor table and noticed that Hermione was bright red and not amused. She stood up and stormed out furiously. He watched Ginny glare at her brother before storming out after her friend. Hmmm this could be my chance to overhear what is going on, he thought as he strode determinedly out of the hall. He placed disillusionment and silencing charms on himself and sneaked round the corner. He paused and listened; he could hear sobbing coming from where he had the Porridge-gate intervention with Miss Granger about her eating habits. He slowly made his way closer and listened carefully.
"Eugh he's such a knobhead Hermione, just ignore him!" A voice he recognised as Miss Weasley's soothed.
"We've never even had sex, why would he say that? He made it sound like we've been at it for months. We've hardly done anything!" Miss Granger said sadly.
They've never had sex? Hardly done anything? Good, he thought. Maybe she isn't just another little hormonal fool.
"He's just a bloke, showing off to his mates. You do look like you've been fucked every which way." Miss Weasley very astutely observed.
"Well I haven't." She sniffled crossly. "Wait, how exactly do I look like I've been fucked?"
Merlin I hope she never says fuck near me again that was almost arousing coming from such an innocent.
"Your lips are all swollen and pink and your hair…well."
"My hair is always a disaster; you remember what it gets like in potions with all the steam?"
"True," Miss Weasley laughed.
True, he thought with a snort.
"I always bite my lips till they get like this. Admit it, if I had come in to the hall like this any other day you would think I had been studying a complicated potion, wouldn't you?"
"True," Miss Weasley laughed again.
True, he thought, feeling some remorse for misjudging her so badly.
"Merlin Hermione, I'd give anything to look so effortlessly sexual. You look hot," Ginny said enviously.
Hermione's answering laugh was the last thing he heard as he walked off.
Effortlessly sexual? Hot? The Know-It-All? he thought as he headed for his chambers. If I were Miss Weasley I would have gone with a lie a bit more plausible, he thought with a snort as he entered his chambers. And if he was lying to himself at that particular moment, he did not notice…
X~X
Hermione lay in her bed that night feeling utterly miserable. Ron had left without saying goodbye to her. She felt disgusted with herself for getting so carried away earlier. What was I thinking? She groaned in embarrassment when she remembered how wanton she had seemed earlier. As she lay in her purple shorts and strappy top set, she flung the covers off herself. She felt warmth spreading through her, part embarrassment, part arousal. What's with the sudden rush of hormones Granger? She began tracing patterns over her chest with her fingers and considering all the different times she had felt aroused today. In the hall before she saw Ron, outside the office before she saw Ron, being pushed up against the wall by Ron. Her hand was casually working its way down her body, briefly stopping off to slowly trace each nipple through her top until they were rock hard. Each time she rubbed her nipples, she felt a jolt of excitement head straight for the apex of her thighs. Eventually she reached the waistband of her tiny shorts and with a guilty moan, slid her hand under and began to fervently explore her folds, running her finger up the length of her slit to circle her clit lazily, panting and moaning as she grew wetter. Then she plunged a finger deep inside herself, twisting and curling before adding another. She began to picture some faceless man doing this to her. A man who knew where everything was as well as she did; a man who knew to curl his fingers to hit that spot and a man who knew exactly how, and when, to sweep upwards and tease the sensitive bud. As she reached her climax the image of the faceless man pushed her over the edge more beautifully than she had ever managed before. And if the faceless man who was conjured up by her mind seemed to resemble her Potions professor, with his long dark hair, pale skin and long, skilful fingers, she did not notice…
A/N- A tad in denial are they not? I would love to hear your thoughts.
Next chapter- Their first weekend working together plus a plan is made for an excursion for the following weekend. Hmmm. ;-D