Well, very little to say … just that for those of you in this for the smut, you'll love it
Chapter 06
Falling Deeper Into Hell
Tuesday, 15th July 2003
"Do you need anything else from me?" Ron asked Harry as they walked back to their offices.
"Nah, thank you, Mate."
"Okay, I'll pop into Hermione's office, then."
Harry looked at him. "Ah, your assignment," he said, nodding. "How's that going, by the way?"
Ron shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, while inside her body his libido was already raging at the thought of her. "We're getting along, I suppose. Last time wasn't that bad."
Last time was bloody fucking brilliant. Best fuck in ages.
"Well, I'm glad. So, that project of hers … You think it makes sense?"
Ron thought about it. "Dunno. In a way, I think it does, but, to be honest, I still haven't seen anything to change my mind. She's changed hers though. I shook her a bit when we discussed the Halgard case. She hadn't read about the experiments."
Harry screwed his face. "Ugh …"
"Yeah."
"Well, good luck, Mate. See you at lunch?"
"Yes, I should be back by then."
Patting him on the back, Harry marched to his office, and Ron entered his. He grabbed the forms and left the Auror Office. As he walked to the Legal Office, it occurred to him that he hadn't sent her a memo or anything, so it was quite likely she was busy. For a moment, he thought about going back, but then he discarded that idea. Fuck it, he wanted to see her.
That idea almost brought him to a halt, but then he shook his head and continued. Okay, he wanted to see and fuck her. But not now, not here. Later, in the evening …
His cock twitched in his pants.
Not now, Mate. Later.
It ignored him. But well, his cock had always had a mind of its own, after all.
He crossed the Legal Office towards Hermione's office and was about to knock when a strict-looking woman sitting at the desk on the corner, and whom he hadn't seen before, stopped him.
"Ms Granger is in a meeting right now," she told him, her tone stern. "Have you got an appointment?"
"Er — no," he said. "I just —"
"Then you've got to wait," she interrupted. "Once she's done, I'll check if she can receive you. Your name?"
Seriously? Thought Ron.
"Ron Weasley. Auror Office."
Her expression seemed to flicker a bit at his name, but a moment later she had the same stern one as before.
Bloody fantastic, he thought, sitting on a chair.
He waited for ten minutes until her door opened and, to his surprise — and disgust — Percy stepped out. "— meet me for lunch, then? I'll introduce you to Tabitha Hallerthon. She'll be impressed by you, for sure."
"Okay," said Hermione, nodding.
"Good, then —" started to say Percy, when his eyes caught sight of Ron. He frowned.
"Ronald," he said plainly. Hermione, upon hearing his name, almost gasped and turned to look at him. "What are you doing here?"
Ron was about to blurt, 'None of your business,' but managed to hold his tongue. "I need to talk to Hermione," he explained. "I'm helping her, remember?"
Percy snorted. "Helping, yes," he muttered sarcastically.
And fucking her as well, you imbecile, he added mentally, but that didn't give him the satisfaction he was expecting.
"I bet you didn't even make an appointment," continued Percy, studying him behind his glasses.
"I —" he started to say, but the close his mouth, feeling like an idiot. "I didn't think I needed one."
"Hermione is a busy woman, Ronald, with important responsibilities," scolded Percy. "You can't expect her to be able to make time whenever you're bored."
Ron narrowed his eyes. What the fuck? It wasn't as if this was his project. And, certainly, Hermione didn't bother to make appointments when she wanted to see him. He was about to throw a retort, but Hermione, having sensed the tension, spoke first.
"It's okay, Percy. Come in, Ron, I've got half an hour or so."
"It's enough," said Ron, getting up.
She went back to her office and Ron followed her, ignoring Percy. However, to his annoyance, Percy entered as well, closing the door behind him. Ron turned to face him. "I thought you were leaving?" spat Ron. "Did you forget something?"
"This is my girlfriend's office, in case you have forgotten, Ronald," replied Percy, and Ron felt his stomach churning unpleasantly at the reminder.
"And you fear I might attack her?" he retorted.
"Of course not, but I want to make sure you don't make things difficult for her. I don't care what Robards said, if you don't collaborate with her project as you must, I'll make sure you're removed," he threatened.
Ron, red in the face, was about to lash at his brother, but it was Hermione who put an end to the fight. "Percy, that's out of place," she said, and both Ron and Percy looked at her.
"What?" asked Percy, while Ron gaped at her.
"Ron and I had our differences, but, as I told you, we got over them. During our — our last meeting," she continued, and Ron could tell she was blushing a bit, "he was really helpful. Besides, I can fight my own battles, I don't need anyone defending me."
Percy looked uncomfortable now, and maybe a bit humiliated. "I just want to make sure you reach your full potential here," he said, sounding almost hurt.
"I know, and I'm grateful for that, but, as I said, everything is fine."
Percy looked out of words for a moment, then nodded. "All right. I'll see you at lunch, then."
"Yes, see you later."
With one last glare at Ron, Percy left the office, closing the door after him.
"Thanks," said Ron once they were alone.
"For what?"
"For defending me."
Hermione looked down at her desk. "I wasn't defending you, Ron. I just didn't want you two to fight here. And well, to be honest, it's quite uncomfortable having you both here at the same time," she admitted, blushing a bit.
"Because we fuck?" blurted out Ron. Hermione's blush deepened.
"Because we had sex, yes," she said through clenched teeth. "Now, can we please drop that subject? What did you want?" she asked. Almost immediately, an idea seemed to form in her mind, and she frowned. "And I hope it's not a — a quickie or something like that, Ron, or I'll —"
"It's not," interrupted Ron, though he knew he wouldn't mind that one bit. "I just wanted to give you these," he added, placing the forms on top of her desk. "It's a red-level access to our archives. You only need to sign them. Just take into account it is a magically binding contract and the consequences of breaking it are quite harsh."
Hermione opened her mouth and looked over the parchment before fixing her gaze on Ron. "You did it."
"Well, I told you I would, didn't I? I might not be very quick, but I keep my word."
"Red-level access is the topmost one, right?"
"Yeah. You can look into anything, without restrictions."
"Thank you," she said with sincerity.
Ron felt his body get warm under her stare. Fuck, she was so pretty, she made him feel like a bloody teenager.
"You're welcome."
"That's all?" she asked.
"Yeah."
Hermione sat down on her chair and read the parchment carefully before signing it. Her signature flashed for a moment. Then she got up, walked around the desk and gave it back to Ron.
"Thanks again. You didn't have to bring them here. You could have sent me a memo and I would have gone to your office."
Ron shrugged. "I had some time, figured you'd want to have access as soon as possible, in case you needed to go there again."
Hermione nodded.
They moved towards the door, the air in the office getting thick. Before grabbing the doorknob, he looked at her in the eye. "You'll come this evening, then?" he asked.
She gulped silently, then nodded shyly.
Ron couldn't help it and, cupping her cheeks, he kissed her hard. She gasped into his mouth, and then pulled apart.
"Ron …" she said, her tone between a moan and a warning.
"I know, I know, not here. I just — I'm counting the minutes until I can have you again," he confessed bluntly.
He could swear he felt her tremble a little.
"We — we've got to work."
"And we will, but I'm going to have you naked, Hermione Granger, and you're going to love it." He lowered his voice and asked, "Did you masturbate last night?"
She didn't answer, but the way her cheeks reddened was as good as a confession. Ron grinned goofily. "Good. I hope you're wearing that other lingerie set you told me about. Are you?"
She nodded slowly, her blush deepening.
"Shit, I better leave before I'm tempted to find for myself what it looks like on your delectable body. See you later."
And without giving her the opportunity to reply, he opened the door and, after throwing one last smouldering look at her, closed it behind him and left.
— o —
Hours seemed to drag on and on that day. Ron could barely concentrate, feeling the anticipation grow inside him. The moment he stepped into his flat, he went straight to his bedroom and took a quick shower, then put on his best pair of boxers, jeans and a t-shirt. He sat on the couch and grabbed a magazine to read, but was unable to focus on the words, and began to pace the living room watching the minutes pass. Shit, was what was wrong with time? And where the fuck was her? It was already twenty past six, that witch was a workaholic …
Then, a sudden, terrible idea occurred to him and he stopped dead on his tracks.
What if she had changed her mind and had decided not to come?
"No, no, she will. She's got to. She didn't say she wouldn't, right?" he muttered to himself. "And there's the project …"
Shit, was he getting addicted to sex with his brother's girlf—?
The fireplace roared with green flames, breaking his line of thought, and Hermione's head appeared in the flames. "Ron?"
"Yeah," he said quickly. "You can come."
You willcome, with me inside you.
She stepped out of the fireplace, cleaning the soot and stood before him, in her trademark skirt and blouse, without robes. She was also carrying her suitcase, and fuck, she looked good enough to eat …
"Do you — do you want something to drink?" he asked her, his voice hoarse.
She shook her head, looking as nervous as he felt. Ron stared at her for a moment, his body pulling him into different directions at once.
"Fuck it," he growled, then approached her and, before she had time to react, he kissed her.
She gasped into his mouth, but responded at once, causing a wave of relief to flood his body. Feeling confident, he put his arms around her, pressing her body against him, and deepened the kiss.
Shit, how could just kissing feel so good?
His hands roamed her lower back, dipping down to grab a feel of her rounded ass, that ass he was expecting to fuck, and his cock grew hard at once. She felt him against her lower stomach and moaned in such a way that sent shivers of pleasure down his body.
"Stop," she said at last, breaking the kiss. Ron pulled apart a bit — keeping his hands on her ass — and looked at her flushed face.
"Why? I was enjoying myself and so were you."
"We've got to work," she told him, trying to look serious and determined.
"First sex, then work."
"First work, then — then sex," she replied, her voice trembling a little.
They held gazes in a battle of wills, but, in the end, Ron acquiesced.
"Okay."
She moved away from him, leaving him strangely cold, and moved to the small table on one side. Sitting on a chair, she began to take out her notebooks, parchment and files. The meaning of sitting at the table wasn't lost on him: it was much less personal than sitting on the couch.
Ron popped into the kitchen to grab some juice, as he felt a bit parched, and then sat in front of her at the table. He watched her as she opened a couple of files and grabbed ink and a quill. She read a couple of notes and looked at him.
"I've been reading about the Harrowal assault," she told him, adopting a business-like expression.
Ron thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "I remember it, but I was just a Junior Auror when that happened and didn't take part in it."
"I know, but I still want your input on it."
Ron sighed. "I don't know why that case would interest you, regarding this proposal. Wadisha Gourke and her group entered the Harrowals' home, killed them both and one of the Aurors that took part in the mission."
"I know, and, at first, I thought it was another dead end, but then I read about Arnold Coottee. He had just turned seventeen when it happened."
Ron looked at her for a few seconds. "If you read about him, then you know he was the one that killed Auror Abberthon," he said harshly. "He's going to spend his entire life in Azkaban for that, and rightfully so."
"I know what he did, I read the file thoroughly," she replied. "But — do you know something about his parents?"
"No," said Ron. "But I don't know how that would matter."
"Do you remember him from Hogwarts? He's just two years younger than you."
Ron closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember. He had vague memories of him, a small, shy student from Ravenclaw. Not someone you would expect to turn into a murderer. "Just a bit. He kept to himself a lot. I only remember him because he dropped out of Hogwarts in the middle of his fifth year."
Hermione nodded sadly. "His mother died when he was very young. His father was a Death Eater who was imprisoned just after Harry and you defeated Voldemort. He then was raised by an aunt, another pureblood bigot. I investigated a bit and after his father was sent to Azkaban they faced severe monetary troubles. That gang wanted to steal the treasure the Harrowals had at their house."
"Hermione, I hope you aren't using his lack of money as an excuse, because my family was poor, and we never assaulted a house to get more!"
"I know, I know, I didn't mean that," she hastened to say. "I just — he was left without a proper family. Auror Samuel Dobworth says in the report that Coottee seemed desperate, that his attack on Abberthon was not premeditated."
Ron furrowed his brows, but thought about it. It had been a hectic day at work. He remembered the Aurors coming, several of them hurt; he saw the prisoners being dragged, wandless and bound, and, among them, Coottee, the youngest. He had looked terrified, shaking like mad. "Yeah, I remember that. Dobworth said he seemed resigned, ready to be arrested, but that there was an explosion and he reacted, attacking them. Dobworth was my supervisor while I was an Auror in training."
"Was he?" asked Hermione, surprised.
"Yes." He took a deep breath. "Look, Hermione, I see what you're trying to say, but he still killed him. Maybe not in cold blood, but he still did it."
"I know, and I'm not saying otherwise. Just — just that if the Ministry had taken care of him after his dad's imprisonment, instead of leaving his with his mad, bitter Aunt, maybe, just maybe, he could have finished school and have had a better future instead joining a criminal group."
Ron had never considered such an option. "I suppose he could have, yeah," he admitted.
"I'm not saying he was a good person, because clearly he wasn't, but I don't think he wanted to be a murderer, either. If children end up paying for their parents' crimes, the chain of violence will never end, Ron. We must try to help them. Maybe some of them will still end up as criminals, but if we can prevent just a single crime, wouldn't it be worth our efforts?"
"I guess," he conceded. "But about those that are truly sick fucks …" he trailed off.
"I've been thinking about them as well," said Hermione. "You were right. In their case, is not about helping them. They're psychopaths, probably beyond help. To prevent those cases, we must make clear that such crimes would never go unpunished, that they cannot hide behind some powerful Dark wizard. That there's no escape and they will, eventually, pay for their crimes."
Ron stared at her, open-mouthed.
"What?" asked Hermione.
"Did you say I was right?"
"Huh? Er — yes, I guess did. Why? No one has ever told you you were right about something, Ron?" she teased.
"Of course people have told me that, though maybe not as much as I'd have liked. But taking into account you weren't precisely my biggest fan, hearing it from you means a lot," he told her with honesty.
Hermione got a bit flustered. "Well, it's not easy for me to admit I'm wrong, you know. But I think you made me crash into a wall of reality. I — I was wrong about a lot of things when you are concerned, Ron," she confessed, looking into his eyes.
Ron felt his entire body tingle under her gaze. "I was wrong about many things about you as well," he admitted.
"Like what?" she asked with interest.
"Well … I thought you were an insufferable know-it-all," responded Ron. "Uptight and bossy."
"And I'm not?" she asked with a hint of a smile.
"Yes, a bit," he admitted. "But you're not insufferable. Not always, at least. And you make good points. Regarding uptight … well, I can tell you know how to let loose when you want," he added, giving her a lopsided grin.
Hermione's eyes darkened and Ron's cock twitched. He gulped.
"I suppose that's accurate," she said, agreeing with him. "I tend to get carried away sometimes, and I can be more than a bit stubborn, but I can admit it if I'm wrong. I hate it," she added with a smile, making Ron chuckle, "but I can. And I was wrong about not wanting to work with you. Now I get why Robards wanted you in this, and I'm glad he forced us to work together," she confessed.
"Really?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Yeah. When I presented this project and talked about it, no one dared to contradict me. Anyone who tried was crushed by an avalanche of data coming from my mouth, and they ended up agreeing with me, though I'm never sure they do that because they truly are convinced or just to avoid arguing with me. But you don't do that. You argue. You challenge my ideas. Okay, sometimes you do it in a very rude manner, but you force me to reconsider things. And I think that will be very good for my proposal. It might end up being very different from what I had originally in mind, but also much better."
"Whoa," he said, feeling … feeling proud. He felt proud of himself. He felt worthy. And it was amazing. A wave of pure, unadulterated desire for her flooded him. "Hermione, I'm going to take you to my bed now."
"A-are you?" she asked, gulping.
"Yes." He caressed her cheek tenderly, marvelling at her soft skin. "So if you don't want that, you'd better tell me now."
"I —" she paused for a moment, her lower lip trembling. "I want that. Gods, I shouldn't. I shouldn't, but I want that, Ron. So much."
Excited beyond measure, he got up and grabbed her hand. She stood up as well, and then he pulled her behind him to his room, closing the door once she was inside. A moment later, he was snogging her passionately, and she was responding, making the most delicious noises, noises that went straight to his cock, which roared with happiness at the prospect of being inside this girl once more.
After a couple of minutes of frantic kissing and roaming hands, he pulled away, almost breathless, and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her.
"Strip for me."
"What?"
"Strip for me, Hermione. Show me your sexy body in your underwear." She stared at him, looking nervous and unsure. "Come on," he encouraged. "Make me want to pounce your body until you can't walk."
Lust pooled into her eyes, and she bit her lower lip, a gesture that made him want to take it between his lips so he could be the one chewing on its plumpness. Then, slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, swaying her hips a bit. She was clearly out of her element, yet Ron found it incredibly sexy, more than when Lavender (who could dance quite sexily) did it. There was something in Hermione's lack of confidence in her own sexiness that made her even more desirable.
Button after button was opened, revealing the red lace bra underneath. However, her breasts remained behind the sides of the blouse, and Ron groaned, part of him wanting to move to her so he could yank them apart and feast on those tits.
Once completely undone, she started sliding it down her arms, but keeping the front closed with one hand. Ron groaned, moving one hand to caress his cock over his jeans, and Hermione smiled a bit. The effect on him seemed to increase her confidence, and she started to move more, in a rather sensual way. She twisted her body a bit and let the blouse fall over her back, revealing her creamy skin and the back strap of that incredibly sexy bra.
"Hermione …"
"What?"
"Show me your tits."
Her smile broadening, she turned round completely so she was facing away, and then let the blouse fall to the floor. Then, very slowly, she bent at the waist to pick it up, sticking her rounded, sexy ass out. Ron unbuttoned his jeans to alleviate the pressure on his cock.
"Fuck … you're so hot …"
Putting her blouse on a chair, she finally turned to face him, showing him her lace-encased boobs. Shit, the bra was as sexy as the black one, making her already large tits look even better, and he found himself imagining all the wicked things he would love to do to her delectable body.
"Do you like the bra, Ron?" she asked coyly.
"Fuck, yeah. It looks fucking fantastic on you. Now show me the rest. Come on," he added, impatient.
Hermione lowered the zip of her skirt and then wiggled her hips until it slid down her toned legs, revealing the matching panties. They were really tiny, barely covering the triangle of her pussy, and Ron had to grip the duvet of his bed to stop him from throwing himself at her and burying his face between her thighs.
Slowly, she turned round once more, showing him her ass, and Ron let out an animalistic growl. Fuck, it was a thong! A thong! He stared at her open-mouthed and drooling at the sight of her amazingly sexy ass. Her full cheeks were begging for his hands, and her crack, hidden by the narrow string of cloth, was asking him to bury his face in there and eat her out.
"Do you like the view?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder. "You seem quite infatuated with my bum, Ron …"
"Fuck, who wouldn't?" he managed to say, gulping again. "Shit, Hermione, you've got the sexiest, hottest ass ever. Merlin, the things I'm going to do to you …"
"Like what?" she asked as she turned round once more to face him, anticipation clear in her voice.
But Ron was done talking and waiting. Getting up, he quickly took his jeans off and threw himself at her, snogging her with fervour, his hands taking possession of the creamy globes of her ass. He kneaded them with religious fervour, and she moaned into his mouth, welcoming the attention.
"I wanna feast on your pussy," he muttered against her lips. "I want to lick and eat it until all your bones turn into jelly."
"Gods, yes. Please, Ron."
Hearing her beg was too much, and he grabbed her, roughly, and threw her onto the bed, then pounced on her. Spreading her legs wide, he buried his face in her crotch, not bothering to remove her thong, and began to eat her, emitting the most animalistic groans. Hermione moaned in delight and rocked his hips, almost fucking his face, which only drove him wilder.
Tasting her through the lace became insufficient quite soon, and Ron used his fingers to pull the crotch to the side, baring her to his hungry gaze. After licking his lips while enjoying the view, he dove in, licking her feverously. Putting his hands under her knees, he pushed her legs against her chest, getting better access not just to her pussy, but to her ass. Immediately, his tongue began to move from her puckered asshole to her clit and back down. Hermione was now moaning in pure ecstasy, her whimpers mixed with words of encouragement.
"Look at me," he growled, stopping. She opened her eyes and fixed them on his. Holding her gaze, Ron shoved his tongue into her ass, his nose nuzzling her clit, and she arched her back, letting out loud moan. "Don't close your eyes," admonished Ron. "I want you to watch how I tongue your ass."
Hermione opened her eyes again, and Ron shoved his tongue back inside, moving it around. Fuck, he was going to fuck that tight hole with his cock! Anal had always been his fantasy, yet only Lavender had wanted to try. Ron had been ecstatic, as she had a great ass as well. Unfortunately, she hadn't liked it at all. Ron had only been able to put half his cock in her bum and it had been painful for her. He had wanted to stop — well, not wanted, of course — but she had been kind enough to let him finish, as long as he did it quickly, because she wasn't going to let him do that again. Ron had obliged, cumming in barely two minutes, the excitation, tightness and visual stimulation making up for lack of depth.
And now, almost a year later, he had the chance to fuck an even hotter ass … He prayed to Merlin she would like it.
Spurred by his lewd thoughts, he moved his tongue faster, then, in a swift move, switched to her clit and began to suck and lap at it.
She screamed.
"ROOOOOOOON! Gods, gods, Ron, I'm coming! Ohhhhhhh!"
Ron grinned, pleased, and kept sucking her. Even as she recovered, he kept licking her folds, wanting to drink everything she had to offer. Once she was clean, he let her legs fall onto the bed and crawled over her. "You've got the tastiest pussy I've ever eaten, Hermione. I could devour it all day long …" he declared, his eyes boring into hers.
She let out a whimper and Ron kissed her, hard, his tongue invading her mouth while his right hand cupped her tit and started kneading it eagerly.
"Yeah, taste yourself on me," he growled when she began sucking on his tongue in such a way that made his cock envious. Hermione moaned and pressed his body tighter against hers. Ron groaned into her mouth and began grinding his aching dick against her side, eager for her holes.
Hermione seemed to notice it and broke the kiss. "Ron, I need you inside me. Now."
Her words sent another wave of arousal throughout his body, and he growled like a beast. He buried his face in her cleavage and began to kiss and bit the firm flesh of her large tits while he squeezed them with his hands.
"Take this off," he demanded. "I wanna see them bounce while I pound your tight pussy."
Quickly, she arched her back and slid her hands under her back, unclasping the bra. Ron helped her to get it off and threw it away before latching his mouth onto her right nipple, sucking almost desperately.
"Oh, ohhh, Ron!"
"Fuck, I love your tits. I love your tits!" he said before switching to the other He lavished both globes for a bit, leaving them wet and red, until ignoring the demands of his cock became impossible.
Positioning himself between her thighs, which she opened wide, he positioned his dick at her drenched entrance, not bothering to take off her thong, and then, looking into her eyes, plunged deep.
"Fuuuuuck, yes!" he hissed in ecstasy.
"Gods, Ron! Fuck, you're so deep … So deep …"
"Fuck, yeah, and you love it, don't you, Hermione?" he asked, starting to fuck her with slow but deliberate strokes. Shit, her cunt was pure heaven, the way it gripped his thick cock.
"Yes, yes," she practically sobbed, her hands moving to his ass, which he squeezed. "You feel so good inside me, Ron."
"Your boyfriend is the world's greatest idiot," he said, unable to contain himself, yet not wanting to mention Percy's name. "He could be fucking the most amazing pussy, he could be squeezing these firm, big tits …"
"Ah, ah, Ron …" she moaned.
"But his loss, my gain. I'll make sure your hungry pussy gets all the cock and cum it craves, Hermione. I'll fuck you so good you'll cum dreaming about me. I'll fill you so much you'll be leaking my cum for days!" he continued, now truly pounding her.
Merlin, her pussy felt absolutely amazing. None of the other girls he had shagged felt this tight, or this wet, or was so responsive. And to think he had wanted to be at the beach instead of meeting her!
Under him, Hermione let out a loud moan and pulled his head towards hers so she could kiss him. He responded in kind, both swallowing the moans of the other, which only spurred Ron on. He fucked her harder and faster, slamming her onto the bed. The noises of their frantic coupling filled the room, adding to their arousal. Moving away from her mouth, he kissed her jaw, bit her neck, then sucked on her tits. Hermione began to chant his name, pushing his head down against her tits. He felt on the verge of suffocating, his mouth and nose pressed against that amazing, supple flesh, yet he didn't mind. He just wanted to own her, to possess her entirely.
"Ron, I'm about to come again! Oh, gods, oh, gods, you feel so good! Your cock feels so good, I'm so full, Ron! Ahh, ahhhh, gods, don't stop!"
Ron growled, the tight band holding his release snapped, and he buried himself in her to the hilt, exploding like a volcano.
"FUCK, HERMIONE! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"
"Don't stop!" She begged, rocking her hips. "Don't stop, Ron! Oh, gods, yes, like that! Do it hard like that! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
"Fuck, cum! Cum around my cock, milk it!"
She came again, powerfully, her pussy spasming around him in the most delicious way. Ron kept pounding into her, determined not to stop until his balls had emptied completely inside her cunt.
"Oh, gods …" she moaned a minute later, as they recovered. "Oh, gods …"
"Fuck, Hermione … Fuck, you're so fucking good …" he muttered, his face buried in her hair.
Slowly, he disentangled himself from her and lay on the bed beside her. They rested for five minutes or so, without talking, then he turned towards her to admire her perfect, naked body. And despite how strongly he had orgasmed, he could feel his arousal stirring again at the sight of her, hair dishevelled, lips swollen, breasts sweaty and covered in saliva and love bites. His right hand moved, almost on its own, until it was cupping her pussy over her soaked thong.
"What are you doing?" he heard her mutter.
"Cupping your delicious pussy."
"You didn't get enough?"
"I didn't cum twice, like other people," he replied, grinning lopsidedly at her. "And I just love touching your pussy. It's so soft and hot and — fuck …"
She looked at him, her expression half-exasperated, half-amused.
"Don't tell me you don't love when I touch your pussy," he said, rubbing her slit over the fabric." She let out a soft moan.
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me that you love me touching your pussy."
"No!"
Ron's grin widened. Shit, he loved her stubbornness. It was maddening, in every way imaginable.
"Tell me you like me touching your pussy, Hermione," he insisted, his hand sliding under her flimsy panties to rub her directly.
"Mmm … no …" she moaned.
Ron started rubbing her clit with very soft strokes. She bucked her hips in response.
"Come on, tell me."
"I won't."
Ron stopped moving his hand, just cupping her mound with his hand.
"Why did you stop?" she demanded, frowning at him.
"If you don't like it …"
"I didn't say I didn't like it. It is obvious I do, or I wouldn't allow you to do it."
"Well, I need verbal proof, Ms Granger. So, if you want me to keep touching your pretty pussy, you're going to have to say it."
She let out a growl of exasperation, but, eventually, caved in.
"I — I love you touching my — my p-pussy, Ron."
His smile threatened to split open his face. Fuck, that was hot. Hearing her using dirty talk was incredible, and he wanted more.
"That's okay, but due to your previous reluctance, you'll have to do better."
"Better?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah," he said, and moved his hand a bit to encourage her.
She closed her eyes briefly. "I want you to touch my pussy."
"Mmm … not good enough."
"You're the most infuriating man I've ever met, do you know?"
Ron laughed. "Yeah, I do, but I'm also the one who makes you cum harder than ever, the one whose hand is under your sexy thong."
"Fine! I want you to rub my pussy! I want you to finger me, to lick me, to make whatever it requires to make me come hard again! I — I want you to make my pussy gush!"
"Fuuuck!" he groaned, not having expected that. "Shit, yeah! Yeah!" he said, getting once more between her legs. Hurriedly, he took off her thong, then sniffed it deeply before throwing it over his shoulder. "Spread your sexy legs, Hermione, let me see that pussy I'm gonna eat again!"
She complied at once, her expression eager, and Ron buried his face back into her abused cunt, licking and eating, even tasting himself. He didn't mind, though. He was eating his cum that was leaking out of her pussy!
"Ohh, ohhh, Ron, yes! Yes!" she moaned, holding his head against her. "Eat me out. Eat me out!"
For the second time that afternoon, Ron attacked her pussy with relish, quickly taking her to the verge of delirium. His cock throbbed at the sight of her squirming in such a way in her bed, and he felt he could go all night long, as long as she kept moving like that and emitting those sounds.
But before she came again, he grabbed her hips and forced her to roll onto her stomach. Surprised, she looked at him over her shoulder, only to find his eyes focused on her ass.
"Fuck, this is amazing," he commented, squeezing both cheeks at the same time. Using his fingers to spread them, he buried his face in her crack, letting out animalistic grunts, and began to lick her asshole again with fervour. Hermione buried her face on the mattress and let out a loud moan, her fists grabbing handfuls of his duvet.
Ron allowed himself to get lost in that ass, and moved his right hand between her legs to finger her pussy with two fingers. He didn't bother with niceties and started at a frantic pace, the squelching noises from her pussy arousing him even further.
"Ron, Ron! Oh, gods, Rooooooooon!"
"Fuck, cum for me! Cum while I eat your sexy ass, Hermione!"
"Oh, gods, oh, gods, that's too much! Oh, ohhhh, Ron, ohhh, fuuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuuuck, I'm coming again!" she exclaimed with incredulity. "I'm coming again! Oh, gods, gods, gods!"
Ron fingered her until she couldn't stand it anymore, and then moved his hand to her ass and kept kneading both cheeks and licking her ass.
After letting her rest for a minute, he got to his knees and grabbed her by her hips, forcing her to get on all fours, which made his view even better. Fuck, he could stare at that ass forever and not get tired of it.
However, his cock didn't agree with that idea, and demanded for him to do something. It was time to try her ass, but, knowing it was her first time, he thrust back into her wet pussy, burying himself in her to the hilt and causing the flesh of her ass to ripple deliciously.
"Ah!" she gasped at the sudden penetration.
"You look so good like this, bending over for me," he growled as he thrust into her hot, welcoming cunt. "Your ass looks amazing," he added, caressing and squeezing it. "I'm going to enjoy fucking it so bloody much …"
His words caused her to shudder, and she looked again at him, fearful.
"I'll make it good for you," he said, wanting to reassure her. Spreading her cheeks as he fucked her, he put his right forefinger, still coated in her juices, at her rosebud and pushed a bit. The tip of his finger went in, and Ron couldn't help but groan at the sight.
"Fuck, your asshole is so tight, Hermione … Mmm, it's going to feel so good around my thick, big cock …" He began to move the finger in an out in sync with his thrusts in her pussy, wiggling it around a bit. When Hermione arched her back and moaned, pushing her ass back, Ron almost lost it. "Shit, you like it, don't you?" he said, exhilarated. "You like me fucking both your little holes at the same time, don't you, Hermione?" he asked, and, without giving her time to answer, he added, "Let's give you another finger, I need to stretch this little hole a bit, right?"
Slowly, he added his middle finger as well, pushing both fingers into the depths of her bum. The tightness was immense, and the heat … Fuck, her ass was a furnace, perfect for his aching cock. He couldn't wait to be inside it, moving, fucking it …
His cock throbbed, and he slowed down. He didn't want to get too worked up before he entered her ass, he wanted to savour that and not cumming after just a few thrusts. He kept stretching her, however, for another minute. Then he took his cock out and, got out of bed. She looked over her shoulder, and was about to move when he shouted, "Stay like that!"
He grabbed his wand and went back to the bed. Trembling with anticipation, he cast a Lubricating Charm on her asshole and another on his cock. Then, throwing the wand to the side, spread her cheeks once more, almost reverently, and put the tip of his dick against her puckered hole.
"Ready?" he asked, panting hard with arousal.
She looked at him again, a mixture of lust and fear in her eyes. "I — yes …" she muttered feebly.
"I'll go slow," he promised. "Tell me if it hurts."
"O-okay. Go — go on, then."
Fuck, he couldn't believe she was letting him do this. It was a fucking fantasy come true. Slowly, he pressed his dick against her ass. Just seeing the tip nudged between those plump cheeks was amazing, and he couldn't wait for the sensation of being enveloped by the tightness of her rear hole. Holding and pulling on her left cheek with his hand, he used the other to guide his dick, moving it a bit as he applied pressure. Her ass seemed to resist at first, the thickness of his cock making it difficult but then, suddenly, the head popped into her bum, making her squeal loudly.
"Ahhh, Ron!"
"Fuck!" he swore, the hotness and tightness threatening to do him in. "Oh, shit, your ass is so fucking tight!"
"Gods, Ron," she panted. "It's big. It's too big."
"You can do it," he encouraged. "I'll go really slow …"
She nodded at him and lowered her head to the mattress. Ron waited a bit, allowing her ass to stretch more, then pushed again, slowly, really slowly. He moved his hands to he waist, causing her cheeks to close around his penetrating shaft. He couldn't move his eyes away: watching his cock sinking into that amazing, fleshy ass was just too much.
After getting a couple of inches in, he retreated a bit before pushing again, moving really slowly. The pressure was incredible, it felt even better than when he had buggered Lavender. Fuck, he wanted this ass forever!
Slowly, slowly, he began to fuck her, going a bit deeper each time. His hands would frequently leave her waist to roam over those perfect, round globes that felt simply fantastic around his dick. He was truly making an effort not to bury himself hard in her as his libido was demanding. That would feel amazing, but it would hurt her, and he didn't want to hurt her, and not only because it would mean he wouldn't get to do this ever again.
And then, suddenly, she let out a moan. Ron stopped at once, his eyes leaving her ass for the first time to look at her head.
"Don't — don't stop," he heard her say.
"You like it," he muttered, exhilarated. "You like it!"
She didn't turn her head, perhaps embarrassed for liking having a cock in her ass, but, to his utter delight, pushed back against him, albeit softly.
"FUCK!" he shouted, and resumed his thrusts, speeding up a little. Moving was getting a bit easier, and soon he had half his dick in her asshole, which was as far as he had got with Lavender.
Hermione moaned again, and wiggled her ass a bit, whether consciously or unconsciously, Ron didn't know, but it didn't matter. She — liked — it! She liked having his cock up her ass!
Groaning, he began to move faster and faster, sinking his dick deeper and deeper with each thrust. His head was spinning due to how amazingly good this felt, better than any pussy, better than anything else he had ever done.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, your ass feels amazing! So amazing! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, take me! Take me in your tight asshole!"
There was a continuous stream of moans coming from her mouth, and Ron felt on top of the world, fucking Hermione Granger in her perfect ass.
Holding her tightly by her hips, he went harder and harder, until, finally, he dick went balls deep in that glorious, heavenly ass. The slapping noise of his thighs against her cheeks was like celestial music to his ears, and he stopped for a moment, savouring the incredibly tightness. Fuck, he couldn't believe she had taken his entire cock in her ass!
"Fuck, you're incredible," he muttered in awe. "You took it all, Hermione. You took all my big cock in your tight, greedy ass! Fuck, I'm going to fuck you now. Hard."
"Y-yes. Yes, Ron, it — gods, it feels good. I feel so full of you, so stretched I — gods, move, please. Move!"
Ron grunted animalistically and retreated, watching, amazed, how his dick came out of her incredible ass. His hands moved to her supple cheeks, pawing and kneading them roughly, possessively. Shit, he wanted to own her completely, to fuck her to an inch of her life.
"Get ready," he hissed, and then thrust forwards. Hard.
"ROOOON! Oh, gods, oh, gods, I'm — Ohhhhh, I'm coming! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she screamed in disbelief. Ron grunted again, her ass turning even tighter, though he would have sworn it wasn't possible. The spasms around his dick almost pushed him over the edge, and it took all his restraint and self-control to prevent him from cumming.
"Fuck, you're coming just from having your ass full of my cock! Shit, it's so tight and hot!"
Her gave her a few shallow thrusts as she rode out her orgasm, then had to hold her by her hips so she wouldn't fall onto her stomach.
"Oh, gods … Oh, gods, I can't believe — Oh, gods …"
"You love my cock in your ass, right, Hermione?" he taunted, giving into his need and starting to fuck her again. "Say it. Say that you love me cock in your ass."
"I — I love your cock in my ass, Ron …"
"Fuck, yeah, you're a naughty witch!" he shouted, slamming into her ass. "My naughty witch! Shit, take my cock! Take my cock up your ass, Hermione!"
He was now fucking her hard. Not as hard as he would were he in her pussy, but almost. Every nerve in his body was demanding for him to give it to her hard, and he was slowly losing control.
"Fuck, I can't believe I'm fucking this ass!" he shouted, panting heavily. "I've wanted this since the first time I laid my eyes on it! Fuck, it's so fucking good," he grunted, squeezing and kneading it with fervour, pressing her cheeks harder against his dick.
"Oh, ohhhh, gods, Ron! Oh, gods, oh, gods, you're splitting me in half! Oh, fuuuuck …"
"Do you want me to stop, Hermione?" he asked, but without slowing down at all. "Do you want me to stop fucking this tight ass?"
"N-no. No, keep going. It's — it's so — oh, gods — so intense! Gods, I think I'm going to c-come again …"
"Fuck, yes! Cum again! Cum again, you naughty witch! Cum from having your boyfriend's brother's big cock ravaging your tight ass!"
"OH, GODS!" she shrieked. His words seemed to shame and excite her at the same time and, suddenly, her ass clenched again around him, almost trapping him inside the depths of her perfect rear. "Coming! Comingcomingcoming! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Fuuuuck, Hermione! Shit, me too, me too, take my cum! Take my fucking cum!" he hollered. He pounded her ass a few times, his cock so hard he was able to move despite the incredible tightness, and then buried himself in her to the hilt, squeezing her cheeks roughly as he exploded like never before.
Every throb of his cock as he spurted was almost painful, so tight was the grip of her hole, but sent him into a delirium of pure ecstasy. He spurted and spurted, and he feared that, when his balls were empty, he would keep cumming blood.
Hermione, now completely exhausted, fell onto the bed, and Ron fell on top of her, his cock still twitching in her constricting ass. Fuck, it felt amazing, having his hips pressed against those cheeks and his cock buried inside.
"Oh my god … oh my god …" she kept muttering, her voice weak.
"Fucking hell, 'Ermione … Fuck, I had never come so hard … Fuck, I love your ass …" he muttered, peppering her sweaty back with kisses.
Eventually, and despite how good his cock still felt inside her, he took it out, causing them both to groan and knelt between her legs. He couldn't help but stare at that bum. Her cheeks were a bit reddened, and he caressed them. Then, feeling a bit dirty, he spread them to watch her gaping hole. His cum was leaking a bit, and his cock, despite everything, stirred a bit at the sight.
"W-what are you doing?" she asked, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. She had hairs plastered against her face, and looked like a mess. An incredibly beautiful, sexy mess.
"I'm looking at how well-fucked your little asshole is," he said, smirking. And then, unable to resist, he lowered his face to her ass and rubbed his face against it, relishing in the softness of her skin and the firmness of her flesh and giving her an occasional bite or two. "Bloody fuck, I love this ass, Hermione. Mmm, you've got the most perfect ass in the world."
She let out a moan, squirming a little, and Ron laughed, then moved upwards and lay next to her. She rolled onto her back.
"So — you liked it?" she asked, a bit sheepish.
"Hermione, this was the best thing I've ever felt. My cock is so fucking happy." She blushed a bit at his crassness, and he smirked. "But, of course, I think you liked it even more. You came twice."
Her blush deepened, and she broke their eye connection, embarrassed.
"Is — is this your first time?" she asked after a minute of silence. "Doing anal, I mean."
"No," he answered. "My last girlfriend, Lavender, let me try once. She did have a fantastic ass as well, but she didn't like it. She let me finish, but I couldn't get more than half my dick in her. With you, on the other hand … Fuck …"
She nodded, and Ron was almost sure there was a hint of pride in her expression, knowing she could give him much more pleasure than any other woman before. The notion turned him on a bit, and he moved one hand to play with her firm, round tits.
"Fuck, I love these," he muttered.
"What's with men and breasts?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I only know they feel amazing. And yours are fantastic and big … I bet I could put my cock between them and fuck them …" He looked at her astonished face. "Have you ever done that?"
"No!"
"Would you let me?"
"I — Haven't you done enough perverted things to me?" she replied, without giving him an answer.
"No," he responded, grinning at her. "You have no idea about the things I wanna do to you, Hermione," he confessed, his voice husky, while he squeezed her boob with relish. He got closer to her. "You've got no idea," he whispered.
She let out a soft, very sexy moan, and Ron couldn't resist and kissed her hard. She responded eagerly, and he pressed his body against hers, moving his hand to her bum, kneading it roughly. His cock, despite how hard he had cum in her ass, began to harden once more. She gasped when she felt it, and broke the kiss to look down at it.
"You can't be getting hard again," she said with incredulity. "You already ejaculated twice, the last time barely five minutes ago!"
He shrugged again, smiling. "What can I say? You bring the best in me, Ms Granger," he joked, moving to get between her legs.
"You can't penetrate me," she said, stopping him.
"What? Why?"
"Your cock was in my anus, Ron. You can't put it in my vagina without cleaning it first."
"Ah, that," he said, relieved the reason was hygiene and not that she didn't want to. "Mmm, okay, why don't we take this to the shower, then? I think we both need one."
"The shower?"
"Yeah. Surely you had sex in the shower before?"
"Once or twice."
"Time to increase that number, then."
"But — I haven't got clean clothes!"
"Cast a charm on the ones you were wearing. Regarding your panties … You can do without them."
"I can't walk around without knickers, Ron!"
"You only need to take the Floo, Hermione. Come on," he insisted, getting to his feet and pulling on her hand.
She sighed, but let him lead her to the shower. He turned it on, grinning. There was something in the way he grinned that was infectious, and she couldn't help but smile as well.
He got her into the shower and under the water and then kissed her, hard, his hand taking possession of her tits. "Clean my cock, Hermione," he demanded in a low, seductive voice before kissing her just under her ear.
She moaned, tilting her head to the side to give him room, and then reached for the soap. She lathered her hands and then wrapped them around his dick, stroking it.
"Ughhh, fuck, yeah … Mmm, your hands feel so fucking good …"
Hermione moaned again, stroking it with more enthusiasm, and Ron started bucking his hips, almost fucking her tight fist. That wasn't what he wanted, though, so he put his hand over hers, stilling it. "Rinse it."
He took a step back, and she looked down, then used the water to get rid of all the soap.
"Give it a suck, please," he half-demanded, half-begged.
"I thought you wanted to fuck me again?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"And I do, but first I wanna feel those sexy, pretty lips wrapped around me," he explained, tracing them with his thumb. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his gentle caress, then crouched down, her face just in front of his dick, which twitched in excitement.
"Come on," he encouraged, eyeing her and brimming with anticipation.
She leaned forwards and, almost shyly, took her tongue out and licked the tip. Ron let out a groan, the image almost as good as the feeling itself. She gave him a few more licks, growing more and more confident, and finally opened her mouth and took the tip in, suckling noisily.
"Ahh, fuck, yes …"
He raked his fingers through her hair, enjoying her ministrations, and even thrust a bit, wanting to get a bit deeper into her hot mouth. She took him in without complaint, sucking with gusto.
"Fuck, you're amazing, but you've gotta stop," he growled. Hermione looked up at him, lust in her eyes, and gave him one last long suck before releasing him. He grabbed her by her shoulders and then kissed her hard, pressing her against the wall. His hand slid down her flat stomach and between her legs, cupping her pussy. She moaned into his mouth and rocked her hips a bit, seeking more friction. He grinned against her lips and began to rub her clit.
"Ah, Ron …"
"Do you like this?" he whispered against her mouth. "Do you like me touching your pretty pussy, Hermione?"
"Yes …"
"You're wet already. Did sucking my cock excite you?"
"Yes."
"Fuck," he swore, and kissed her again, moving his fingers faster. Then, suddenly, he pulled apart. "Turn around. Put your hands against the wall and stick your ass out."
She stared at him for a bit, perplexed.
"Come on, Hermione," he demanded, impatient.
Slowly, she complied with his request and arched her back, giving him a fantastic view of her sexy ass.
"Mmm, I love this view," he muttered, kneading her plump cheeks. For a moment, he contemplated putting his dick back into her ass, but in the end decided that, having just had her first anal experience, once was enough, so he bent his knees a bit and pointed his cock to her pussy. When the tip was just pressed against her tight entrance, he grabbed her hips and thrust hard, burying himself completely in her, making her gasp.
"Ungh, Hermione, fuck …"
She arched her back even more, and Ron began to fuck her at a medium pace, loving the eroticism of the moment, with them in the shower, her damp hair falling over her back, water running down her skin in rivulets. And, above all, the rhythmic noise of his hips slamming against her ass with each pump.
"Gods, Ron … you're so deep in me …"
"Tell me you love it, Hermione. Tell me you love it's my cock fucking your tight cunt," he demanded, kneading her ass with relish.
"I — I love this. I love it's your — your b-big cock fucking my — my c-cunt …"
"Fuck, I love when you talk dirty!" he exclaimed in delight, grinning like a fool as he intensified his pumping. "You're so hot … so fucking hot …"
She whimpered, pressing her forehead against the tiles. Ron moved his hands up her sides and then cupped her tits, massaging them roughly and pressing his chest against her back. "Mmm, I love squeezing your bit tits while I fuck you deep. Shit, you're every man's fantasy, Hermione …"
"Ohhh, Ron …"
"Rub your pretty pussy for me. I want you to cum all over my cock," he whispered against her ear before biting playfully on her earlobe.
She moaned once more, tilting her head backwards. Ron moved his right hand from her breast and grabbed hers, guiding it down to between her thighs. "Come on, rub yourself. Touch your pretty little clit like you do when you're in your bed at night, thinking about me."
She let out more whimpers, but she began to rub herself, sometimes even reaching lower and touching his cock as it went in and out her tight hole.
"You do that, don't you?" he asked sultrily, his hand going back to her breast. "It's not your boyfriend you think about when you play with your tight little pussy, isn't it? It's me. Me and my big, thick cock."
She turned her head so she could look at him and they held gazes, their eyes full of lust and passion.
"Tell me, Hermione," he demanded, pounding her hard.
"Yes," she confessed. "Yes, I think about you when I touch myself, Ron. Oh gods …"
Ron cupped her chin and held her face, then kissed her hard, muffling their moans. The noises of their coupling filled the stall along with the sound of the water, and Ron knew he wouldn't last much more. Her pussy felt simply incredibly, and her tits, and her lips, her tongue …
"You've gotta cum for me, Hermione, I'm almost there."
"Yes, Ron, yes. Just a bit more. Oh, gods, you feel so good inside me … I never imagined sex could be like this … ahh,fuck, keep going. This is so wrong but I can't stop … I can't stop …"
"Yeah! Knowing I'm fucking your forbidden pussy feels amazing! Fuck, cum for me! Cum hard!"
She began to push back every time he thrust and leaned against the wall once more, eyes closed. They were too far gone to kiss again, the only thing in their minds right now was to reach that wonderful orgasm, to cum long and hard …
She got there first. He felt her body stiffen for a moment and then let out a long wail of pure pleasure that sent shivers down his spine. He gritted his teeth and fucked her as hard as he could, pounding her fluttering pussy until she was done.
"Oh, gods, Ron …"
"Fuck, gonna cum!" he declared. He moved a bit away, so he could look down and see his cock entering and exiting her tight hole, ready to cum deep in her. But the sight of those rounded, big cheeks gave him another idea. "Gonna cum all over your sexy ass!" he told her. "Gonna paint it white with my spunk, Hermione!"
She turned her head at once, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Fuck, here it comes!" He took his cock out and then began to jerk it as fast as he could, his other hand holding her ass. "Ahhhh, cumming! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he shouted as his dick swelled and began to spurt thick globs of cum all over her bum. He moved it from side to side, wanting to cover as much of her unblemished skin with his seed. When it finally stopped spurting, he pushed it against her crack and moved it up and down, wanting to leave every drop on her. "Fuck, Hermione, so good … Oh, that was so good …" he moaned, peppering her shoulder with small kisses.
"Ron …"
"Is this the first time a guy comes all over your ass?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, blushing a little.
He snorted. "What was wrong with the wizards you dated? I can't believe no one of them wanted to do the most perverted things to your ass."
She didn't have an answer for that, so she said nothing. Ron didn't mind, as it was a rhetoric question, after all. He turned her so she was facing him and then kissed her once more, his hands taking possession of her wet breasts again.
"I better stop, or I'll end up fucking you once more," he said, moving away a little, a wide smirk on his face.
She let out an amused snort. "Yes, because that would be horrible for you, wouldn't it?"
He chuckled. "Absolutely awful," he joked. Then tucked a wet, lone strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at her. "You know very well that if it was up to my cock you wouldn't ever go home."
She shook her head, though Ron could tell she was pleased, and they finished showering. Ron exited the stall first and went to his bedroom to get and old robe to put on. Then went back and offered her the one he normally used.
"Thanks," she muttered.
He had just walked back into his bedroom when he heard the Floo activate.
"Ronald?" he heard, and he froze on the spot, panic threatening to overcome him.
Fucking fuck! Percy!
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He had been trained to deal with situations like this. Well, not exactly like this, but stressful ones. He could do this. Trying to appear as normal as possible, he walked towards the living room. Percy's head was in the flames, a scowl on his face.
"What?" he asked, trying to appear annoyed, which wasn't very difficult. Percy had never been in his flat, and, as far as he could remember, he had only Floo-called once or twice.
"Is Hermione here?" he asked.
"Hermione?" he repeated, applying all his training as an Auror to keep calm and hide the truth. He furrowed his brows as in confusion. "Why would she be here?" he asked back. It was then that his eyes caught sight of her suitcase, still on top of the table. It would be hard to spot from Percy's position, but, not wanting to risk it, he walked slowly towards the other direction to keep his brother's eyes away from that point.
Percy narrowed his eyes. "She told me she was going to come here to work on her project, because she's very busy at the office these days," explained Percy.
Ron cursed her mentally. Why the fuck did you tell him that!?
"Well, yeah, as you can see I've just come out of the shower, so I'm alone," he snarled.
"So she didn't come?" he asked, and Ron would have sworn he sounded pleased. "Good, I told her it was a bad idea …" he added, almost to himself. This time, Ron's frown was real.
"She did come," he replied acidly. A few times, added his libido. "She asked what she needed, wrote it down and left."
"And where did she go? She's not at her flat."
"And why would I know where she went? She's your girlfriend, not mine," he retorted, trying to ignore the nasty feeling in his gut at those words.
"There's no need to use that tone, Ronald," Percy spat, glowering at him.
"I'm using the same tone as you, Perce. I was very relaxed after my shower and you're screwing that feeling, so, if there's nothing else I can help you with …" he trailed off in obvious dismissal.
Percy threw him a nasty glare. "Okay. I'll leave you to it, then," he said, and vanished.
The moment he disappeared, Ron put his hands on the back of the couch and sighed, feeling his body get weak once the tension and the adrenaline left it.
"Fuck," he muttered, shaking a bit.
Taking a deep breath, he went back to his room, and found Hermione already there, wearing the robe he had lent her, looking panicked and stiff as a column.
"It's okay," he told her in a calming tone, forgetting his own distress for a moment at the sight of her. "He left."
"Gods …" she muttered, dropping onto the bed and burying her face in her hands. "Oh, gods …"
"Why the fuck did you tell him you would be here?" he couldn't help but ask in a rather harsh tone. He knew this was the last thing she needed, but he just had to vent out.
She looked at him. "I just told him the truth! How could I imagine he would come here looking for me!?"
Ron sighed and sat down next to her, his elbows resting on his knees. "Okay," he said in a calm tone. "It's okay. Nothing happened."
"Something did happen," she replied, looking at him intently. He didn't say anything, because, after all, there was nothing to say. After a few moments of silence, she let out a sigh. "What are we doing, Ron?" she asked, her tone sad.
"Working," he said quickly. "And fucking," he added in a lower voice.
"We're having an affair," she pointed out. Ron stared at her, open-mouthed, as if wanting to argue, but in the end he couldn't. She was right. He hadn't thought about what exactly this thing between them was, but, after fucking quite a few times, it was undeniable: they were having an affair.
Fuck.
"I suppose so, yeah."
"You suppose so?" she hissed, raising her voice.
Ron shrugged. "What do you want me to say, Hermione? Giving it a name or not giving it a name doesn't change anything. You are my brother's girlfriend, and we fuck behind his back. Call it what you want."
She got up quickly with a huff and took off the robe, revealing her nude body. Despite everything, Ron felt a new wave of arousal invade him. Hermione's mind, however, wasn't on sex. She grabbed her clothes and began to put them on hastily, except for her sexy thong. Ron watched her for a moment, and panicked a bit. She was having another guilt attack, and he couldn't let it fester in her brain. So, when he saw she was about to grab the thong, Ron jumped off the bed and snatched it from under her fingers.
"What are you doing? Give me that!" she demanded, stretching her right arm towards him with her palm up.
"No, I don't think so. I think I'll keep it for myself," he declared. "But I promise I'll give it back to you when you wear something else as sexy," he promised with a small smirk, his tone husky.
She looked outraged when she replied, "I'm not going to give you my — my d-dirty panties so you can — can —"
"So I can — what?" he asked, amused.
"Masturbate with them!" she finished.
He put a thoughtful expression on his face. "Wank with them … Umm … Hadn't thought about it, but that's a fantastic idea," he said, grinning.
"Ron Weasley, you infuriating git, give me those!" she exclaimed, taking a step towards him and giving him a deadly glare.
"No."
"Give them to me!"
"Okay, new deal, then: give me a kiss and I'll give them back to you."
"A kiss?" We almost got caught by my boyfriend, your brother, in case you've forgotten! We have just determined we're having an affair, and you want a kiss in exchange for my underwear!?"
Ron nodded, still smiling. "Yeah."
"Urghhhh, Ron!" she yelled, frustrated. "Be serious for once!" she yelled, incensed.
"I am always very serious about your panties or kissing you, Hermione," he said with a completely calm voice that knew would drive her even madder. "Besides, you said it yourself, we're having an affair, so, kissing is expected, right? And giving me your sexy thong is hardly the naughtiest thing you've done today." He approached her and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her towards him until she was flattened against his chest. "Or have you forgotten you let me fuck you in the ass and came twice from it?" he whispered, his mouth barely a couple of inches from hers.
She stared at him, mouth slightly agape. But then, taking Ron completely by surprise, she moved fast, broke free of his grasp, grabbed her thong and yanked it out of Ron's hand.
"Hey!" he protested, trying to get it back. Hermione, however, had already moved out of his reach.
"Aren't Aurors supposed to be on alert all the time?" she taunted him, a small smirk on her face. Ron just glared at her and let out a grunt.
"You distracted me," he replied morosely.
Hermione laughed. "Yeah, right," she said, casting a silent charm to clean the panties.
"Come on, let me have them," he pleaded.
"No," she replied with finality, leaning against the wall to put them on. And despite everything, Ron couldn't help but feel a bit aroused seeing her pulling it up her sexy legs and adjust them under her skirt.
"I'll give you a pair of dirty pants, if you want."
She screwed her face in disgust. "Why would I want that?"
Ron shrugged. "You can rub your pussy with them …"
"You're so disgusting sometimes …" she commented, then left the room and went back to the living room. Ron followed her and saw her grab her suitcase.
"You're leaving?" he asked, not liking the idea.
She looked at him for a moment. "Of course, I'm leaving."
"The way you say it one would thing you feel disgusted by me," he replied, slightly hurt.
"I'm not disgusted by you, though I can't say the same for the things that come out of your mouth sometimes. It's just that it's late."
"It's not that late."
She let out an exasperated sigh. "What do you want, Ron? To have sex again?"
Yes, that would be nice. Later. We could have dinner meanwhile …
"No. Well, unless you want, of course. But I could make dinner …"
"Another sandwich?" she replied, and he felt his ears burn. "Thanks, but no. Besides, I should go talk to Percy," she added, not looking into his eyes.
"Yeah, right, Percy," he said, trying to hide his disgust.
An uncomfortable silence filled the room, until, after a few seconds, she moved towards the fireplace. "Well, see you tomorrow at work, maybe," she said.
"Yeah," he nodded.
With one last look at him, she threw a handful of Floo powder into the flames and, then vanished, leaving the flat silent and cold.
Ron stared at the place where she had been just a few moments before, and then walked to the kitchen, deep in thought.
It was okay, right? He could eat what he wanted without her commenting on his 'unhealthy' habits. They had fucked and it had been amazing, and now he was on his own, free to do as he pleased. Every guy's dream, right?
He made himself a couple of sandwiches, grabbed a beer and moved to the living room, where he turned on the wireless, and ate listening to it.
Yeah, definitely, he was better off alone.
Right?
Right?
Ron was quite assertive and dominant in this chapter, don't you think? And who expected Percy to appear just then? Poor Hermione, that was quite a shock for her. But, when you're doing something that is wrong, this things happen …
Now, there are a few chapters in this story that work as an item. Specifically, six chapters, and the next two are one of those pairs. So, I'll probably post them on Saturday and Sunday, but only if you promise to be generous with your comments!