Well, you were simply amazing with your reviews, so I decided to give you an early treat. As I said, this chapter and the next work as a unit. Originally, both chapters were one, but it just was too long, so I decided to split it.
Enjoy!
Chapter 07
Days of Work
Wednesday, 16th July 2003
Next day, Ron was asked to help with the patrol team in Hogsmeade, as one of the Aurors assigned there was sick, and didn't return to the Ministry until after lunchtime. When he entered his office, he found a note asking him to a meeting in Room C at three. As he had one hour and Harry was not in his office, he decided, with resignation, to revise some reports of his never-diminishing pile.
After an hour that seemed to last for a whole day, he got up and headed to the meeting room, hoping the meeting was to assign him a new, real case. However, to his surprise, he found Robards, Hermione, Knowton and, to his disgust, Percy, who frowned at him.
"Hi," he said.
"You're late, Ronald," Percy scolded.
Ron frowned. "It's not three o'clock yet," he replied, checking his watch.
"The rest of us, who are far busier than you, are already here," Percy insisted.
"Well, it's not my fault you came early," retorted Ron, his jaw tensed.
"It's okay," said Robards, settling the argument. Ron took a seat next to Hermione but not too close. She looked at him and gave him a very small smile that instantly made him feel better.
"Well," said Knowton, looking at Percy. "Mr Weasley, you called for this meeting, so …" he trailed off.
"Yes," said Percy with an air of such importance that Ron had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. "I think it's important that all of us are informed about how Hermione's project is going, and as she is working closely with the Auror Office, I requested their presence to make sure there are not any problems. As you know, I, in the name of the Minister's Office, proposed this when we hired Hermione. This proposal could have a great impact in the long run, and we should make sure everything's going smoothly."
Ron had to exert all his self-control not to gape at Percy. What the fuck was he saying? He had been the original proposer of this project? It wasn't Hermione's idea?
"Okay," said Knowton, who didn't look very convinced of the necessity of the meeting. "But — for how long have they been working on it? A week? Half a month?"
"I've been working on this with Auror Weasley for a couple of weeks, Sir," explained Hermione.
"And you think we should already have a meeting? I don't think there can be much progress, given both Ms Granger and Mr Weasley have other occupations."
"Well, I already managed to gather loads of information, Sir," Hermione disagreed politely. "And I must thank Mr Robards for giving me full access to the Auror Archives, I know that's rather unusual even for high-ranked officials like me."
"Well, you come highly recommended, Ms Granger," said Robards, and Hermione smiled, blushing a bit.
Fuck, she is really pretty, thought Ron, before chastising himself for it and looking away from her.
"Thank you," said Hermione. "Anyway, Auror Weasley has given me a good insight into some aspects I hadn't contemplated, and I firmly believe they will make the proposal much better, more complete. After all, Britain has unique idiosyncrasies, both regarding its society and the nature of the crimes committed, and these talks with Ron have helped me a lot."
Ron felt suddenly warm at her praise and gave her a small smile. However, he didn't miss the way Percy screwed his face at the mention of his contribution. Wanker.
"That's excellent news, Ms Granger," said Knowton approvingly.
"So Mr Weasley was a good choice, then?" asked Robards, and Ron could tell he was almost smiling and that the question was more a jab at Percy than an actual question. Ron had to force himself to remain serious as well.
"Er — yes, yes, as I said, he has given me new points of view I hadn't considered. His experience will be very useful in my investigation, I'm sure."
"He's only one Auror, though," interjected Percy, trying to search for another way to belittle him. "I think you should contemplate talking to other Aurors in the future. Harry Potter, for example, or other Aurors with more experience."
Hermione looked a bit surprised, though a moment later she was nodding. Ron had the impression, however, that it was just a polite gesture. Was it possible that she disagreed with Percy? "I guess that could be helpful," she said. "In any case, I'm confident I'll be able to have first draft of the proposal by the end of August. But before that, I'll have another meeting with you, to discuss it."
"By the end of August?" replied Knowton, astounded. "Already?"
"Yes," nodded Hermione. Besides her, Percy huffed with pride, a smug smile gracing his lips.
"That's — well, that's impressive," added Knowton. He checked his watch. "Well, I've got another meeting," he said, getting to his feet. "Keep up the good work, Ms Granger," he told her, then, after saying goodbye, left, followed by Robards.
"I'll accompany you to your office, Hermione," said Percy, grabbing his things.
"There's no need, Percy."
"I don't mind," Percy insisted, smiling in a way that made Ron want to wipe it out of his stupid face.
"Okay," she accepted. Then she looked at Ron. "See you, Ron."
"Yeah," nodded Ron.
They left, and he waited another minute before going to his own office.
That afternoon, after work, Ron took a very quick shower and got into comfortable clothes to wait for Hermione, already anticipating the things they could do. Would she let him to fuck her again in the ass? He hoped so, because it had been the most amazing sexual experience of his life. And to think barely a week before he had got mad at her for intruding into his free time!
He shook his head. Life could get really crazy sometimes.
"I wonder if she managed to get more sexy underwear," he mused, imagining the possibilities. His cock got hard, but he resisted the temptation to rub himself. Hermione could to that for him, right?
Ron waited, and waited, yet she never came. Finally, at a quarter past seven, he decided to make himself some dinner, knowing full well she wasn't going to come. He cut bread almost viciously and then went back to his living room muttering angrily.
Where the fuck was she? And if she wasn't going to come, why the hell hadn't her told him, at least? He had more things to do than to wait for her, after all! He wasn't just someone to be used and then ditched without an explanation, he had his fucking pride!
He went to bed rather early that night, still angry, yet, when he finally fell asleep, what he was feeling was, mainly, disappointment.
— o —
Thursday, 17th July 2003
"Is Ms Granger in her office?" he asked the strict-looking woman in the corner desk.
"Yes," she replied. "Have you got an appointment?"
"No."
"Well, she's busy."
"She's always busy," he retorted angrily. "Can you tell her I'm here?"
She frowned at him. "And you are …?" she asked, though Ron felt she remembered full well who he was.
"Auror Ron Weasley."
The witch grabbed a little sphere and talked to it. "Ms Granger?"
"Yes, Mrs Leatherskin?"
"Auror Ron Weasley is here to see you. But if you're busy, I can tell him to leave."
Ron could tell she was praying for that. What the fuck had he done to her? Ron awaited Hermione's response, that took ten long, very long seconds to arrive.
"Tell him to come in."
"You can enter," said the witch. Ron knew he was being childish, but he hadn't had the fuck he had been expecting last night, and the woman was utterly unfriendly, so he smirked at her, as if saying, 'Take that, you cow.'
"Thank you very much," he said in an exaggerated, false grateful tone.
The witch narrowed her eyes, and Ron's smile widened. It disappeared, however, when he turned towards Hermione's door. Taking a deep breath, he opened it and went in, closing it behind him.
"Ron, what a surprise," she said, looking at him from her chair.
"Where were you yesterday?" he blurted out. "Why the hell didn't you come?"
Hermione's friendly expression changed immediately. "I couldn't. I had other plans."
"Well, you could have, at least, told me! I spent the evening waiting at home!"
She looked at him, a bit perplexed, and blinked a few times. "You waited for me? Well, I'm sorry, but Percy invited me to dinner, so I couldn't go."
"Ah, very nice," he said sarcastically. He knew he was being irrational and a bit of an ass, but, right now, he didn't care. "So I was waiting for you to work on your project and you were out with the prat."
Her expression turned angry. "What do you want, Ronald?" she spat, furious. "He's my boyfriend."
Ron snorted. "Well, did he fuck you like I did, Hermione? Your precious boyfriend?" he blurted out without thinking.
She frowned, throwing him a deadly glare. "What the hell is your problem, Ron? Are you jealous? Or is it just that you didn't get the fuck you expected?"
Well, yes, partially it was that, but —
"Because I'm not your personal slag!" she added fiercely.
"I never said you were such a thing!" he shouted. "You're not a slag!"
"Then don't treat me as one!"
"I am not! I just — I just think that, after everything, at least I deserved to know you weren't coming," he tried to explain. "But it seems you were too occupied having dinner with your boyfriend," he added, his anger rising again.
"Yes, I was!" she shouted. "He took me to dinner and we had a nice conversation! Is what couples do! What's your problem with that?"
"A nice conversation," he repeated with distaste. "About what? Work, right?" he spat.
"And what if it was about work?" she replied, her tone defensive. "We both happen to care a lot about it!"
"So what? He talked about how you should try to get Harry involved again? Or other Aurors with more experience?" he asked acidly.
She looked away, now a bit embarrassed. "Well, yes," she confirmed, her voice much lower.
Ron grunted, disgusted. "And what the fuck was that shit about the project being his idea?" he asked, glaring at her. "I thought it was yours!"
His question seemed to take her by surprise, and she took a deep breath, then sighed. "Well, it was, and it wasn't," she responded.
Ron arched an eyebrow. "Ah, that clarifies everything," he commented ironically.
She took a deep breath. "I made a similar proposal while working in France," she began. "Well, it wasn't as advanced as what I'm trying to do here, but it was based on the same ideas. It finally was implemented six months ago, and I received a lot of attention from the press for it, which, to be honest, I hadn't expected. Some people even said it was an historical advance in social rights," she added, half-proud and half-embarrassed.
"Okay," he said simply, waiting for her to continue talking.
"When the plan was approved and implemented, I knew that, instead of starting another project there, I really wanted to come back here. My parents had moved, as you know, and I missed England. And that's how I met Percy. He knew some people in the Ministry from the time he had been in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and, through them, he found out I wanted to move to Britain. So he sought me out and told me there was a post in the Legal Office that would suit me. He informed me the Ministry was thinking about implementing something similar to what I had done in France, that Wizarding Britain lacked a lot in social rights. I was eager for a new challenge, and I liked the idea of working in the Legal Office. It offered me the opportunity I was looking for here, back home, so I accepted immediately. Once here, it became obvious to me that the criminality rate was higher than in France, that's why the proposal I'm trying to implement here has such a strong focus on crime prevention. That was something the Minister really liked, so he gave us the go ahead and, well, the rest is history," she finished.
Ron listened to her, arms folded, and then nodded.
"So, in conclusion, the proposal was my idea, but implementing it here was his."
Ron dropped onto a chair and sighed. "I see."
She got off her chair and walked around the table, leaning against it just in front of him. "Look, Ron, I'm sorry I didn't warn you about not going. We hadn't made an appointment and I didn't really think you would be waiting for me."
Ron nodded. "You're right," he admitted. What could he say? He didn't really have a reason to be angry at her. "Sorry for yelling at you. You may not have noticed, but sometimes I act like a prat."
She laughed. "No, really?"
Her laugh made him smile. "But I'm still a bit mad at you for not coming. I'm not going to pretend I didn't miss our fun. So, I think you must make it up to me."
She arched her eyebrows at him. "I must make it up to you?"
"Yeah."
"And how must I do that, may I ask?"
"You could show me what kind of panties you're wearing," he blurted out, smirking at her.
"What!? No!" she exclaimed.
"Come on," he said, getting up and standing just in front of her. "I want to know if there is lace, or transparencies, or satin, or —"
"Did you spend the evening thinking about my underwear?" she asked, her expression halfway between amusement and disbelief.
He shrugged, an innocent smile on his face. "Maybe. I do like your underwear. Especially when it's on the floor of my bedroom."
She blushed prettily and looked away. "Yes, well, we're not in your bedroom, are we?"
"No, but —"
"But nothing," she cut him in, moving back to the other side of the desk, probably to put some distance between them. "Is there something you really need, Ron?" she inquired, switching to a business-like tone.
"Well, as I said —"
"Something not raunchy or inappropriate for work?" she interrupted, giving him a pointed glare.
"Er — well, no," he confessed.
She sat down on her chair. "Well, then, as you see, I'm quite busy."
"Will I see you this afternoon?" he asked, hopeful.
She seemed to think about it, her fingers thumping the surface rhythmically. "Yes, I suppose we should meet. You know about the Asphalose case?"
Ron searched his memory for the name. "Yeah," he said after a bit, his tone serious as well. "About a couple of years ago, I think. A Hogwarts student who almost killed a first year."
Hermione nodded. "Yes. I want to talk about that case."
"Okay," he said, getting up. "See you later, then."
"See you, Ron."
He was about to leave her office when another idea came to him, and he turned around once more. "Know what? You know where I live, but I have no idea where your house is. Maybe we could meet there this time."
She seemed a bit taken aback by his suggestion, and clearly was a bit uncomfortable about it.
"I won't criticise your house," he assured.
"No, it's not that, it's just — What if — what if Percy decides to come?" she asked, biting her lip nervously.
Ron raised an eyebrow at her, his lips curving into a small smile. "And? We will be working, right, Ms Granger? Or what do you think we will be doing?"
Hermione blushed furiously and looked down. "I —" she started to say, but shut up again. "Forget it."
"You can always block the Floo," he suggested.
"Yes, I suppose," she responded in a low voice.
"Your address, then?"
"What?"
"Your address, Hermione."
"Ah, ah, of course. Er — Upper North Street, number 27, sixth floor."
Ron stared at her. "I'm not going to go there walking, Hermione," he said patiently. "Your Floo address."
"Ungh," she muttered, as if angry at herself. "Just Hermione Granger's flat."
"Okay. See you at — what? Half-past six?"
She nodded. "Yes, that's fine."
"Okay, then. See you, Ms Granger," he said teasingly before leaving her room. He was so fucking happy he could have jumped, but restrained himself and, instead, gave the witch at the desk his brightest smile. "Have a good morning, Mrs Leatherskin!"
The witch looked at him, startled, an expression of utter disbelief on her face. Ron walked away laughing to himself.
After leaving work that afternoon, he went to his flat and took a quick flat, putting on his best pair of boxers; ones that, in his opinion, looked great on his bum. Then put on jeans and a nice t-shirt and waited. Though he could feel the anticipation filling him, he tried to distract himself by thinking about the Asphalose case, which had been quite a shock, as no Hogwarts student had tried to kill another since Tom Riddle had been there. Ron wondered what she wanted to discuss. Asphalose was a little piece of shit, after all.
Five minutes after half-past six (he didn't go in time so not to appear too eager) he went to the fireplace and threw his head in, muttering the address.
He emerged in a beautiful living room with light-blue walls, a couch and a couple of armchairs. And bookcases. Bookcases everywhere, all of them packed with books. He also noticed that everything was neat and pristine.
"Hermione?" he asked.
"Come in!" he heard her yell from a corridor.
He stepped out of the fireplace and looked around. The living room was of a similar size than his, though she didn't have a dinner table, instead, she had a TV, something that resembled a wireless but looked much more advanced, and a small desk in a corner. He was studying the TV when he heard steps behind him and turned round.
"Hi, Her— Fucking hell!" he couldn't help but exclaim at the sight of her. She was wearing form-fitting shorts that revealed her toned, smooth legs, and a tank top that, without being too revealing, showed her perfect, large tits.
"What?" she asked, a bit startled.
He moved towards her, devouring her with his eyes. "You look so bloody hot."
"What?" she repeated, looking down. "It's just clothes I use at home when it's hot and —"
"You don't know how badly I want to fuck you right now," he blurted out.
"Is it sex the only thing you think about?" she asked, cowering a bit under the intensity of his gaze. She took a step back, but Ron moved, standing just in front of her. "Ron, we must work on the project," she added.
"We will," he said, his cock already hard. "But, first, I'm going to take you, Hermione. In every — fucking — hole."
She let out a soft gasp. "I — I —"
"I'm going to kiss you now, so if you don't want that, you'd better tell me at once," he stated.
"I — Ron, I —" she stammered, flushing. "This is — We shouldn't —"
He arched an eyebrow at her, staring at her intensely. Her cheeks turned even redder. "Gods, I'm going to hell …" she muttered, her tone pained. But then, to his utter delight, she nodded. "Kiss me. Kiss me, Ron."
Letting out a deep growl, he cupped her cheeks and then crashed his mouth against hers, kissing her hungrily. He swallowed her moan and shoved his tongue past her lips, where it was greeted by hers. Groaning, he moved his hands down her sides and to her ass, which he cupped over the shorts before squeezing eagerly.
She moaned again, and Ron pushed her against the wall, intensifying the kiss. She raised her right leg a bit, caressing the outside of his leg with her inner thigh. Ron moved his left hand from her bum to it and lifted it more, making her wrap it around his hip, then pressed his hardened cock against her crotch, causing her to whimper into his mouth.
After a couple of minutes he broke the kiss, needing air, and looked at her flustered face. She opened her eyes as well, and staring at him with eyes dazedly, her eyes full of lust.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asked huskily.
"The — the — the door on the left," she muttered, nodding towards the corridor.
Grabbing her by the ass, he lifted her up, and she instinctively wrapped them around his waist. He had started to walk when she stopped him. "Stop, stop!"
"What?" he asked impatiently. She wasn't going to change her mind, right?
"The — the Floo network," she said.
"Oh, right."
She grabbed her wand and flicked it against the fireplace, making it emit a sucking noise.
"Done," she said.
"Good, now you're mine to ravage," he declared, and kissed her again. She responded eagerly, her hands raking through his hair as he moved along the corridor. He touched the wall, fumbling, until he found the door, then opened it and went it. He pulled apart a bit to look around. It was quite cosy, also painted in light blue, with white curtains, a large bed, a chair and large wardrobe that occupied an entire side of the room.
"Do you like it?"
"It's not very girly."
She frowned at him. "What do you mean?" she asked, smacking his left shoulder.
He grinned. "It's okay, Hermione. Inviting," he added. "But what I like the most is that I'm the first guy that's going to fuck you here."
She blushed again. "You're so presumptuous …"
"But it's true, isn't it?"
"You know it is."
"Good. By the time I'm done with you, this room will reek of sex."
"You're so cru—Mmmmph!" she protested when he kissed her again, hard. He moved them to the bed and put her down, lying over her, pressing his cock hard against her covered pussy. His hand moved up her back a bit, under her tank top, to caress her skin, then slid it back down, under her shorts and — to his delight — lace knickers and grabbed a handful of her bum, massaging it with relish.
"Fuck, I love this ass," he muttered against her lips. "I'm going to fuck it again, Hermione. Hard and deep."
She whimpered again, desire pooling her brown eyes, making them almost dark.
"Fuck, I wanna see all of you," he said and raised his body, then pushed her tank top up and over her tits, revealing the same black lace bra she had worn three days ago. "Shit, your tits look amazing in this," he commented, kneading them over the lace.
"Mmm, Ron …"
Hungry for her, he lowered his face and, pulling down the cups he latched his mouth around one nipple and sucked hard, making her moan louder and arch her back. Ron smiled and sucked harder, relishing the taste of her breast before switching to the other. Fuck, her tits were large and so fucking tasty, he could suck and play with them for days and days and not get bored.
Hermione let him suck on her for a bit, then, with a bit of a struggle, as he didn't stop, she took her tank top off and reached behind her to unclasp her bra, then threw it off. Now that both tits were completely free, Ron gave her a bright smile and buried his face in them, kneading them with his hands while he licked and bit all over those delightful mounds of flesh. After a bit, he focused on the right one, sucking hard, and slid his hand down her belly and under her shorts and panties, cupping her pussy. She opened her legs and moaned, bucking her hips a bit, seeking friction. And Ron wasn't in the mood to deny her, he wanted to see her cum. So he began to rub her with his palm, his fingers teasing her drenched entrance. He played with her for a bit, increasing her arousal, then moved his fingers to her clit and began to rub her in circles.
"Ohhhhh, RON!"
"Mmm, mmmm," he muttered, his mouth full of tit. Hermione arched her back and rocked her hips wantonly, in obvious need of release. Suddenly, Ron shoved a finger inside her, making her gasp audibly, and then began to rub her clit from outside with his thumb and from inside with his forefinger.
She came spectacularly, shouting his name in prayer that made his cock throb.
"Oh, gods … Oh, gods …" she muttered in bliss.
"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy when you cum," he muttered, watching her relaxed expression. "You should cum all the fucking time."
That made her laugh a bit. "Wonderful, but impractical," she responded. She caressed his hair tenderly, still a bit dazed. "Thanks for that. It felt fantastic."
"We're just starting," he said eagerly, getting to his knees. He took off his t-shirt and then unbuttoned his jeans while she watched him, which only aroused him more. "Ah, much better," he moaned in relief, palming his cock over his boxers once the jeans were opened. "See how hard you make me?" he asked, giving her a feral look. "Do you see it, Hermione?"
"Yes," she muttered, her hand moving to cup his bulge. She rubbed him a bit and he groaned, closing his eyes for a moment. He lay next to her, on her back, and turned to look at her.
"Finish undressing me," he told her. "Take my cock out and suck it. I want to see those pretty, plump lips around me."
Hermione bit her bottom lip and moved until she was kneeling on the bed, straddling his left leg. Ron couldn't help but stare at the way her wonderful tits jiggled. Fuck, they truly were amazing …
Slowly, she grabbed the waistband of his trousers and pulled. Ron lifted his hips a bit to help her and watched, getting more and more turned on, how she stripped him. Once the trousers were on the floor, she grabbed the waistband of his tented boxers and pulled it over his hard dick, revealing it in all its glory.
"Gods, Ron, it really is so big …" she muttered as she got rid of his boxers.
Ron loved hearing her talk about his cock and wanted more. "Yeah? What more?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Tell me about my cock, Hermione."
She looked down at it, and wrapped her small, delicate fingers around the shaft, giving it a little stroke. Ron groaned.
"As I said, it's — it's really big, but, above everything, it's hard. Gods, it's so hard …" she said, tightening her grip and moving her hand up and down.
"Fuck, Hermione … Do you like it? Do you like how hard it is for you?" he managed to say.
"Yes," she confessed, moving her head closer to it. "Yes, Ron, it — it enters me so easily, stretching me and it — it feels amazing," she finished.
"Fuck," he swore as he sat up. Cupping her face, her brought her mouth to his for a long, passionate kiss that made her moan. Putting his left hand on the back of her head, he kept snogging her, moving the right to her breast, which he squeezed with relish.
"Now suck me," he demanded, his breath hot on her lips. "Suck me hard."
He lay on the bed once more and, gently but firmly, pushed her head down towards his cock. Hermione glanced at him, then opened her mouth and enveloped the head in her mouth, giving him a soft suck.
"Fuck, yeah … Suck my cock. Show me how much you love my cock by sucking it hard and deep."
Hermione put both hands on his hips and began to move her head up and down his shaft, taking a bit more every time. Ron bucked his hips a bit, wanting to get more cock inside her delicious, hot mouth. She moaned around him, savouring his taste, and he had to use all his willpower not to get too wild and fuck her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Hermione sensed his need, however, and sped up, sucking harder every time she went up. Looking again into his eyes, she moved her right hand to his bollocks and began to knead them wantonly.
"Unngh, unggh, Hermione, yesss! Fuck, yeah, play with my balls and suck my cock! Fuck, feels so bloody good!"
She threw herself to the task, clearly as aroused as him, and blowed him with gusto, taking more and more of his huge dick into her gob. Ron caressed her hair, resisting the urge to shove her down so he could bury his entire dick in her throat.
As she sucked and sucked, making the most arousing little noises, Ron found himself getting closer and closer to his release, having yet not decided whether he wanted to cum first in her mouth or not. She seemed to realise that as well, because, after almost four minutes of this heavenly treatment, she lifted her mouth off him, a trail of saliva and precum connecting his tip and her lips.
"Do you want to come in my mouth?" she asked, using her hand to stroke him a bit.
"Do you want me to — to swallow you come, Ron?" she teased.
Hearing her talking like that almost made him explode against his face.
"Do you want me to? Do you want to drink my cum, Hermione?"
"I —" she thought about it for a moment. "I'd do it, but I'd rather have you inside me."
Growling, he moved as fast as he could and, grabbing her, threw her onto the bed, hovering over her like a predator about to feast on its prey. "You want my big cock stretching your pussy, then? You want me to cum in your tight little hole, Hermione?"
She nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes, Ron."
"Fuck," he grunted. Scooting down a bit, he yanked those sexy panties down, revealing her juicy, tight pussy to his hungry gaze. "Open your legs, show me how wet you are."
She did as told, and Ron let out another groan. Fuck, she was dripping, and her pussy looked open and swollen, ready to receive his cock.
"I need to pound this pussy. Hard," he stated, then moved on top of her. "Guide me in."
He didn't need her help, but the idea of her putting his cock into her pussy was so fucking hot he needed to feel it.
She reached between then and grasped his dick, still wet with her saliva, then put the head between her swollen lips.
Fuck, he hadn't even entered her yet and the heat was scorching. She truly had the most amazing pussy in the world.
"Now tell me," he said, resisting the urge to ram it in.
She stared into his eyes for a bit, then, after swallowing, whispered, "Fuck me, Ron."
Ron lowered his body over hers and claimed her mouth before pushing with force and burying his entire dick in her hole.
Her loud moan and his groan of delight mixed between their lips, then Ron resumed kissing her frantically, moving his hips a bit to get some friction while still being buried balls deep in her cunt.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, your cunt is heaven. Shit, I'm gonna fuck you so hard no other cock will ever be enough," he growled. Hermione whimpered, her hands moving to his back, then his ass. She opened her legs wider, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper and then, raising her head a bit, whispered against his ear.
"Do it. Fuck me hard, Ron. Make me forget my own name."
"Fuck, yes!" he hissed, and after kissing her again, began to pound her with animalistic lust. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips, countering his thrusts and making it even more amazing. He arched his own back as he plunged into her over and over, unable to understand how her tight pussy could give him so much pleasure. She was so wet, so tight, so hot … her hole clenched around him every time he retreated, as if wanting to suck it into its depths, and Ron was happy to oblige, slamming into her immediately, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the room along their moans and grunts of pleasure.
He used his left hand to support his weight so his right was free to roam over her body, and he used it to caress her sides, to squeeze her tits, to cup her ass. Everything about her drove him mad with lust and desire, and he wished he could stay like this forever, fucking her, hearing those sexy, delightful moans, watching her face, alight with pure pleasure …
"Fuck, you're so hot, Hermione. So hot and so sexy, and I want to cum in you again and again and again. Ungh, fuck, take my cock. Take my cock deep!"
"Ohhh, gods, Ron! You're so big and hard inside me! Gods I feel so full … Ohhh, ohhhh, gods …"
"Cum for me. I want you to cum for me."
"Keep going, then! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
Her words spurred him on, and he went even harder, if that was possible. The bed creaked loudly, and he feared they would end breaking it. He didn't care, though. The fucking floor could crumble down and he would continue fucking her among the debris. He would not take his cock out of her perfect pussy without cumming long and hard.
However, given the blowjob and his current pace, he felt his resistance ebbing away and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Shit, you've gotta cum, I'm getting close!"
She opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment. Then, to his surprise, he pushed him with shocking force and rolled him onto his back, the straddled him with determination.
"I'm going to ride you now."
"Fuck, yeah!" he exclaimed. "Ahhh, fuck, Hermone!" he groaned when she impaled herself on his dick and began bouncing on his lap like a woman possessed. "Fuck, fuck, like that! Shit, you're so fucking sexy!"
He watched her large tits bounce as she rode him, her pussy gripping him in the most amazing way. Her hair moved all around her as she moved fast and hard, her face showing utter determination, her eyes so full of lust her gaze almost burned him.
Shit, how could he have thought this girl might be a boring prude?
He sensed her breathing become more ragged and moved his hands from her hips to squeeze her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her hard nipples.
"Ohh, ohh, yes, yes, Ron! Touch me! Gods, I'm about to come! Oh, ohhh, you feel so good inside me! So fucking good! Ohhh, I'm coming, Ron, I'm coming!" she said, looking down at him with big eyes.
"Fuck, yes, I can feel your pussy getting tighter! Cum for me! Cum on my cock, Hermione!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Ron, I'm — Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, gods, I'm coming! I'm coming, coming, coming!" she exclaimed in ecstasy, slamming down with all her might. Ron thrust upwards, feeling himself about to snap. Her pussy was spasming and fluttering in the most amazing way and he knew he couldn't resist anymore.
He held it in until she had ridden out her own orgasm, then grabbed her fleshy, round ass and pressed her against him while he fucked her from below with frantic thrusts.
She fell onto his chest, squealing, and looked into his eyes, mouth agape, as he sought him own release within her body.
"Oh, gods, Ron! Oh, gods, oh, gods, you're going so hard! Oh, gods, don't stop! Don't stop, fill me up!"
Ron let out an inhuman growl and thrust upwards as powerfully as he could, his balls slapping her ass cheeks noisily, and then, squeezing her cheeks with raw, uncontrolled need, exploded like a volcano, pouring stream after stream of hot cum into the depths of her hungry pussy.
"Ahhhhh, yesssss! Unnngh, Hermione, Hermione, I'm cumming! Fuuuck, fuuuuuuck!"
Hermione moaned as well, moving her own hips, then lowered her face and kissed him, hard. They swallowed each other moans as his cock finished pouring all the content of his balls into her while still feeling her pussy spasming from time to time.
"Holy — fuck," he managed to say after a bit. "Holy fuck, Hermione …"
"Mmm," she purred, her forehead against his. "It was incredible, Ron …"
"That's an understatement," he replied. "We may have to invent our own words to describe this. Gods, you made me cum so fucking hard."
She smiled at him, clearly proud. "Well, I can't complain, either. My body is still tingling …"
He grinned at her, his hands still massaging her ass cheeks. "That was so hot, when you got on top," he told her. "I won't ever complain about your bossiness …"
"I'm not bossy!" she protested.
"Of course you are. And it was amazing. You fucking milked my balls dry," he said crudely.
"That means you're done, then?" she taunted him, and then clenched her pussy around him.
"Ah, Hermione …"
With a chuckle, she rolled off him and lay on her back, sprawled on the bed. Ron instantly missed her warmth and turned to face her, propping his head on his left arm.
"Seems you are," she said, looking at his flaccid cock. "Though, even like this, is quite … substantial," she added, tracing the underside vein with a finger.
Ron stared at her while she looked down at his cock, and a feeling he didn't recognise invaded him, something that made him feel good, and comfortable. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't care. He loved being like this with Hermione, especially when she showed her true nature and acted freely.
"Give me a few minutes," he said, realising he hadn't answered her. She arched an eyebrow at him, then looked down at his crotch again, still moving her finger over him.
The movement of her arm made her breasts jiggle and he moved his free hand to cup and knead them softly.
"Can't keep your hands off them, can't you?" she commented with an amused expression.
"No," he admitted without any shame. "I fucking love these big tits. And, anyway, you can't talk, as you seem to be quite enthralled by my cock."
"Only when it's hard," she admitted with surprising honesty.
"Do you want it to get hard again?" he asked huskily, pinching her nipple and making her squeal a bit. "'Cause I'm not done with you. I still want a go at your perfect, tight ass."
She gasped. "And what makes you think I'm going to let you do that to me again?"
"You loved it," he said, moving closer to her mouth, and he felt her shiver a little. "And so did I. I can't get it out of my head, how good my cock felt constricted by your clutching asshole, and I want that again. And again. And you're going to let me do it."
She shivered again as she stared at him, her mouth slightly opened. Ron leaned over her and moved his hand from her breast to her side, then down, down, until he was cupping her ass once more. His cock began to react, and she felt it against her leg, because she let out a gasp and looked down.
"See?" he said, smirking. "It's getting hard, the way you like it so much, so it can penetrate your ass, Hermione …"
"Gods, Ron …"
"Tell me you're going to take me deep in the ass."
"I —"
"Say it."
"I'm going to take you deep in my ass," she muttered, and his cock twitched, already hard as a rock.
He kissed her roughly, powerfully, as if wanting to own her, and she moaned into his mouth, her hands moving to caress his chest. That wasn't what he wanted, though, so he grabbed her left one and took it to his erect cock. She moaned again and wrapped it around him, stroking softly. Ron groaned in pleasure and moved his hand back to her ass, pulling her a bit against him so they were now lying on their sides, his left arm cradling her neck, not letting her go. She moved even closer to him, and he muttered a soft fuck, feeling her firm tits against his chest. His hand on her ass slid down to between her legs and he shoved a finger in her pussy from behind.
"Ah, Ron …!" she gasped, breaking the kiss.
"Mmm, so wet, Hermione …"
"Oh, gods," she moaned, opening her legs a little to let him move his finger freely inside her.
"Your pussy is so hot and wet and tight … I think I'm going to fuck it again after filling your ass up …"
"Ohh, Ron …"
"You'd love that, wouldn't you, my naughty witch?" he teased, taking his finger out of her pussy and sliding it up her crack until it was pressed against her rosebud, which he began to caress.
"Yes …" she moaned, completely lost in the sensations he was causing in her body with his hands, mouth and words.
"You're a fucking sex goddess, Hermione, and I'm gonna worship every inch of your body," he added, then pushed his finger into her ass.
"Ron …" she moaned, staring at him with something he could only be adoration.
"Your asshole is so hot and tight," he whispered, wiggling his finger. "You're perfect," he added, kissing her along her jaw. "I told you already," he continued after biting on her earlobe, "but I'll say it again: your boyfriends are morons, idiots that didn't know what to do with a sexy vixen like you, but I do know, and I plan on enjoying your body to the fullest."
She moaned again, rocking her hips a bit — causing his finger to go deeper into her ass — and he began to lick her ear. Meanwhile, she hadn't stopped stroking his cock, and sped up her movements, making him hiss in delight.
"Not so fast, Hermione. The only place where I'm going to blow my load is your ass."
"Do it then," she said, almost desperate. "Come on, Ron, I — I'm —" she started to say.
"Horny?" he completed.
"Yes," she confessed. She moved her head and looked into his eyes. "This is wrong, so wrong, and I can't believe I'm having an affair with you, but I can't help it. And now I need to have you inside me, and if you want to be in my ass, then I'll have you in my ass, but I need it now."
"Fuck, yes!" he exclaimed happily, and kissed her hard. Then, eager, he got up.
"Put one pillow under your hips so your ass is in the air," he ordered. "I'm going to truly pound you into the mattress."
Biting her lip, she hurried to comply, placing a pillow in the middle of the bed and then lying on top of him. Ron moved behind her, his cock throbbing at the incredible sight she presented. She looked so sexy, so fuckable like this, with that masterpiece in the air. He spread her legs and knelt between them, his hand moving to her plump, juicy cheeks, which he kneaded with relish, using his thumbs to part them and reveal her tightest hole, the one he wanted to fuck so badly, slightly dilated due to his previous fingerplay.
"Fuck, you can't even imagine how good your ass is," he muttered in awe.
Hermione turned her head to look at him and smiled at his enraptured expression.
"You're so weird …" she said.
"No, weird is having this masterpiece and not doing the most depraved things to it," he replied, then spread her cheeks and dove in, licking her.
"Ahhh, Ron!"
"Fuck, love your ass," he muttered between licks. He pulled a bit apart and spat on it, then pushed his finger inside, his cock throbbing in envy. He moved it around a bit and then took it out, replacing it with his eager tongue. He tongued her for a while, making her squirm and moan deliciously.
It was not enough for him, though, and, after a couple of minutes, he moved one hand to her pussy and fingered her, making sure to touch her sweet spot. It was as if a lighting bolt had struck her and she spasmed and trembled, pushing back against his face and finger.
"Someone is eager," he joked, moving away from her.
"Ron … Now …" she pleaded, looking at him over her shoulder.
"Okay, then, you want my big cock in your ass and you're going to get it. Brace yourself, naughty witch," he warned. He reached for his wand and cast a Lubrication Charm on his cock and her asshole and she squirmed a bit at the sensation. "Spread your ass for me," he asked.
A bit reluctantly, she reached behind her with her hands and parted her cheeks, giving him a perfect view of her puckered hole and her glistening pussy.
"Fuck, you can't imagine how hot that is," he growled, getting closer. He leaned over and put the tip of his dick against her back entrance, using his hand to push it into her hole. She squirmed again.
"Merlin, Hermione," he moaned, a shiver running down his spine at the incredible sensation.
"Keep going, Ron," she told him, her voice strained.
Ron put his hands on either side of her, then pushed down, slowly but firmly, his eyes trained on his dick. It sank deeper into her hole, and Ron groaned at the image. Seeing his cock being swallowed by that sumptuous, hot flesh was beyond amazing.
"Oh, fuck … Oh, fuck, Hermione, this feels so good … Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight and hot … Unghh …"
She released her cheeks, which slapped against his dick, making it throb and grabbed fistfuls of her duvet as she took more and more cock into her butt.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice showing the effort he had to make not to bury himself in her to the hilt in one hard thrust.
"Just a bit uncomfortable," he heard her mutter. "It's just your cock is so huge, Ron …"
"Yeah, and it feels heavenly in your perfect ass. Fuck, take me deep … Take me deep …" he growled, pushing.
Hermione arched her back even more, as if pushing upwards, and another inch of his dick sank into her butt, flooding his body with waves and waves of pure ecstasy.
"Gods, Ron … oh, gods, you're splitting me in half …"
He lowered his face so his mouth was close to her ear. "I can stop," he muttered huskily. "But you don't want that, do you, Hermione? No, you want me to plunder your ass, to fuck you hard and deep. Am I right?"
He saw her tighten her fists around the duvet.
"Yes," she said, her voice muffled.
"Look at me and say that again."
She turned her head and looked at him. "Keep going. Keep going, Ron."
Giving her a bright, goofy smile, he used his left hand to cup her face and pulled her into a kiss. As their lips moved, he let his own weight push his cock deeper into her ass, until, finally, his hips touched her cheeks.
"Fuck, I'm balls deep in your backdoor," he growled. "Mmm, you take my cock so well, Hermione … Ahh, your ass feels amazing around my dick … Gonna fuck you hard …"
"Oh, gods …"
Using both hands for support once more, he raised his hips, extracting his cock from her hole until only the tip was in, and then watched as he plunged it back in, her ass rippling deliciously when his hips hit the bouncy flesh.
"Oh, fuck …" he moaned as she squealed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, each word accompanied by a hard thrust into her ass. She felt even tighter in this position, and he knew he wasn't going to last, not with the pressure all around and the way her anal muscles massaged his cock, and that without considering the incredibly arousing image of his dick entering and exiting her ass, which was a wonder in itself.
Under him, Hermione was also moaning, taking his hard cock like a champion as she squirmed. Ron let his own lust dominate him and began to fuck her as hard as he could, ravaging her ass wildly. He wanted more, though, so, eventually, he lay over her back and slid his hands under her to cup her tits, squeezing them with relish.
"Ahh, ahh, fuck, this is the fucking paradise, Hermione! Fuck, I love your ass! I love your tits! I — fuuuuuuck!"
"Don't stop! Ohhhh, don't stop, Ron, it's so intense! So intense! Gods, I'm going to cum! I need to cum!"
Wanting her to unravel, Ron moved his right hand under her to her pussy and began to rub her clit fast while still thrusting into her ass. Hermione arched her back and raised her head from the bead, screaming.
"OH, YES! Yes, Ron, yes, touch me! Oh, gods, oh, gods, I'm going to cum! Make me cum! Make me cum!"
"Fuck, yeah, cum! Cum and milk my cock with your ass, Hermione! I want you to squirt all over the pillow!"
"Goooods, Rooooooooooon! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck!" she cried, orgasming powerfully. Her ass clenched so tightly around him that he had to stop moving, hissing.
"Shit, Hermione, you're gonna break my cock! Ah, fuck!"
But she didn't hear him, still coming undone. Ron remained still until she had ridden it, and, once he felt her sag against the bed, he moved his hand back to her breast and resumed fucking her.
"Now's my turn," he growled, increasing his pace. "I'm going to cum so deep in your ass you'll taste my cum in your mouth, Hermione! Ah, fuck, take it! Take it hard!"
"Ron … Oh, gods, Ron …" she muttered almost incoherently, her voice weak.
"Oh, shit, here it comes, Hermione! Here — thrust — it — thrust — comes! Aahhhh, FUCKING TAKE IT!" he shouted as his cock throbbed and then erupted, buried in the scorching depths of her ass. "Unnngh, cumming! Cumming, cumming, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!"
She arched her back again, moving her ass a bit and then, to his delight, she moved one hand under her body.
"Shit, you're touching yourself! Yeah, fuck, cum for me again! Cum with my cock in your ass!"
"Ohgodsohgodsohgods, I'm there again! I've never — Oh, oohh, fuuckkk!"
Ron kept fucking her, even though he had emptied himself in her, his hands massaging her tits with relish. He wanted to feel that delicious tightness milking him for the last drop of cum.
"Coming again! Coming, coming! OH MY GOD! OHHHHHHH!"
Her ass spasmed once more around him and Ron's eyes rolled into their sockets. His cock, buried in that amazing tightness, swelled again, to his surprise and utter delight.
"Fuck, you got me hard again!" he exclaimed in awe. "Shit, your ass must be hungry for more of my cum! Fuck, take me then!
He resumed fucking her as she enjoyed the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
"Gods, Ron, I can't believe you're hard again! Gods, you're so hard! How can you be so hard!?" she yelled, almost shrieking as she took his pounding.
"Fuck, I don't know, but I'm gonna enjoy it! Fuck, love this ass! Love fucking this ass! Unngh, take my cock! Take me deep!"
She was moaning continuously now, but Ron felt he needed a change. So, releasing her tits, he got on his knees and grabbed her hips, his thumbs digging into the jiggling flesh of her ass. He pulled her ass up in the air and then shoved his cock back in with a single thrust, resuming fucking her at a fast pace, his eyes fixed on her stretched hole as it was being destroyed by his dick. Fuck, there couldn't be a sexier image.
"Fuck, Hermione, your ass is perfect!" he grunted, panting heavily. "Fuck, I feel so powerful, so hard when I'm fucking you! Shit, I love this! Ahhh, take me deep! Take me deep!" he yelled, completely dominated by his own lust for her.
"Gods, Ron … Oh, gods …"
"Shit, I wanna you to cum again while I pound your tight ass! I wanna cum with your ass milking my prick!"
"Can't …" she moaned feebly. "I can't …"
"Yeah, you do! You're Hermione Granger, an overachiever! Now cum again! Cum for me!"
"Oh, gods, Ron!"
"Cum for me and I'll eat your pussy for hours! Cum for me and I'll make your pussy gush!" he said, giving her a particularly hard thrust accompanied by a slap on her right cheek.
"Oh, gods!" she cried, raising her head and looking at him.
"Yeah, look at me! Watch how I pound your ass, Hermione! Watch the pleasure in my face! Fuck, you're perfect! Uuuungh!"
She stared at him as he had said, and then he smacked her ass again, this time with both hands and grabbed handfuls of her flesh while still fucking her.
"This ass in mine … Only mine!"
"Yours … yours, Ron, gods … Oh, gods, oh, gods!"
"Mine!" repeated Ron, smacking her again and making her yelp. "Mine to cum in! Fuuuuuck, fuck, fuck, it's coming! Ahhh, fuuuuuuck, take my cum! Take my — fucking — cuuuum! Shit, shit, shit, cumming again! Ahhh, cumming again!"
"Gods, Ron, me too! Ohhhhh, I can't believe that — Oh, gods, oh, gods, oh, gods!"
Ron felt her ass spasm around him, sucking his cum into her, and he roared like an animal as he felt his balls being drained.
The moment his cock stopped twitching, his body gave up and he fell on the bed, exhausted. He hadn't, in all his entire life, had a fuck like this one.
Hermione also fell back onto her stomach, panting heavily.
"Oh, gods …" she kept muttering. "Oh, gods …"
"Fuck, Hermione, that was simply fucking amazing …"
"Yes …" she muttered almost inaudibly. "God, I can't move …"
He looked at him, a smug smile curving his lips. "Fucked you well, did I?"
She merely grunted, and Ron laughed. Smiling widely after the sensational sex, he rolled onto her back and let out a sigh of pure contentment, then palmed his deflated cock, silently praising it for all the pleasure and for its spectacular performance. Still touching himself, he looked at Hermione's body, his eyes moving to her still raised ass, which looked truly fantastic. As he watched, she moved a bit, lifting her face off the bed — and looking utterly sexy with strands of hair plastered against his forehead and cheeks, and rolled to the side, causing her big tits to jiggle deliciously. It was proof of how strongly Ron had cum that his cock didn't even twitch at the image. She stared at him, blinking a bit, and then looked down at the pillow.
"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed, remembering. Making an effort, he sat up and looked at it. His smile become even brighter when he saw it was soaked. "Mmm, I really made your pussy gush, Hermione!"
Hermione groaned again and buried her face in her hands. "Shut up, Ron."
"Why? It's fucking hot."
"It's a bit embarrassing the mess I made."
"Why? You came good, didn't you? You won't hear me complain about the mess I left in your ass …"
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Ron …"
"What?" he asked, amused.
"Do you always have to be so crude and nasty?"
"After assfucking you twice in a row? Yeah."
She shook her head and got off the bed slowly. Ron couldn't help but admire her nude body. "I need a shower," she commented.
"That's what I call a great idea," he replied, getting up as well.
She stared at him. "Who said you can come with me?"
"Come on, I need a shower as well, we'll save water this way."
She snorted. "You're saying you won't try anything in the shower?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Ron lifted one hand and put his best good-boy face. "I promise. Just a shower."
She shook her head and just moved towards the bathroom, with Ron just behind her. He watched, enthralled, how she turned on the water and then, when it was hot enough, got into the tub and pulled the curtains.
Ron moved and got in as well. "I would have imagined a practical girl like you would have a shower stall instead of a tub," he commented, watching her soak her hair under the spray.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Well, for starters, this flat is not mine, and I like having a tub. I enjoy relaxing in the water with a good book, especially during winter."
Ron couldn't help but imagine that scene. He saw her lying under the water, completely focused on a book, with floating candles all around her as steam from the water filled the bathroom. Then, he would enter, completely naked, and watch her for a bit. And once she had realised he was there, he would take the book off her hands, put it away, then climb into the tub with her, settling between her open legs —
"What are you doing?" he heard her ask, breaking his fantasy. To his horror, he found he was touching his cock, which, though still soft, had swelled a bit.
"Er — washing my dick," he explained. "I mean, I had it up your ass, you know …"
"And you always put that face when you wash your dick?" she inquired, looking as if she hadn't believed a word he had said.
Knowing lying would be useless, he just shrugged. "When I fantasise about a hot girl in a bath, yeah."
She opened her mouth, gaping at him. "You're — you're unbelievable!" she exclaimed. "You ejaculated three times, Ron! And you promised you wouldn't do — Mmmphhhh!" she moaned when he claimed her mouth in a kiss. His hands went to her tits and kneaded them gently while he pressed her against the wall.
"I lied," he said after a minute, his mouth still barely an inch away from hers. "You should know I can't have you naked and wet and not touching you."
She stared at him, her expression flickering, as if she wasn't sure whether to kiss him again or slap him.
"Yes, this is my fault. I should know by now that you're a horny prat."
"Yeah, I am," he admitted. "My cock seems to have had enough, however. But I could wash you. Can I?" he asked, grabbing the bottle of soap and lathering his hands with it.
"You want to wash me?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Like this," he added, and moved one hand to her ass and the other to her pussy. He began to rub her crack and her slit, and she couldn't help but moan, closing her eyes briefly. Ron smiled. "You like that, don't you?"
"I —"
"Don't deny it," he whispered huskily. He slipped one finger into her asshole and focused the other hand on her clit. She began to grind against him on instinct.
"I — I —"
"I can stop, if you'd rather," he interrupted, stilling his hands.
"No," she whispered automatically, before she could control herself. Then, realising there was no point in denying it, she looked into his eyes. "Keep going. Wash me."
"As the lady wants," he said, and continued rubbing and fingering her. She moaned and then put her arms around his neck for support and opened her legs wide. Ron grinned at her, and she kissed him. Hard.
"I love making you cum," he said against her lips. "Shit, shame my cock is still dead, or I'd fuck you again. But I reckon you drained my balls completely in the bed …"
She kissed him again, and his surprise and delight, moved her hands from her neck to his crotch and began to rub him, trying to coax his dick back to life.
He couldn't deny if felt amazing, having her play with it, but, before he could get hard, she broke the kiss and began to moan louder, her eyes fixed on his.
"Don't stop," she breathed, rocking her hips faster between his hands. "Don't stop, Ron. Don't stop!"
"I won't," he said, rubbing her more and pushing the finger in her ass deeper. "Now let me see you cumming. Cum for me, Hermione. Cum hard."
She arched her back, tilted her head backwards and her body became almost rigid. Then, with a loud scream of his name, she came, her ass clutching his finger deliciously.
"Fuck, yeah, like that!" he encouraged as she rode his hands.
"Oh, gods, Ron … Oh, gods, I can't believe I had another one in me … Fuck …" she said after it was over, sagging against him. He put his arms around her to hold her and kissed her temple.
"I did know," he whispered against her ear. "You're a horny witch, Hermione."
"Mmm," she muttered against his chest, panting. They both remained silent until, half a minute later she added, "I'm thinking that you said you were going to wash me, and, instead, you got me dirty once more."
Ron laughed. "Yeah, sorry for that."
"Don't be, it was wonderful." She looked up at him and gave him a peck on his lips. "Thanks."
"Well, I am an Auror, I live to serve," he joked.
She let out a laugh and reached for the soap. "You didn't get much from this, though," she said, glancing at his cock.
"Don't worry. Besides, I can always ask for you to repay me at another moment."
"Why do the words 'at another moment' coming from your mouth give me an uneasy feeling?" she asked.
Ron shrugged, giving her his most innocent smile. "Dunno. You must be untrustful by nature …"
"Sure," she said, her tone sarcastic.
They finished the shower and got out. They dried themselves magically, Hermione put her bathrobe on, and then got back to her room to get dressed.
"Are you going to put on underwear?" he asked her as he put on his boxers.
Hermione, who was combing her hair in front of the mirror on top of her dresser, stopped to look at him. "What kind of question is that? Of course I'm putting on underwear!"
"And — can I choose it?"
I know, I know, a bit of a cliffhanger, but I just liked this point to break the chapters. Will Hermione let Ron choose her underwear?
I promise I won't make you wait much for the next chapter, but, in exchange, if you don't read this chapter before I publish the next, I'd be very thankful if you comment on both.
Next chapter, Ron and Hermione will discuss the Asphalose case, among other things, and I think you'll like it.
By the way, if you're wondering why the Legal Office secretary, Mrs Leatherskin treats Ron that way … To be honest, I have no idea. She just came to my mind like that. I think she's just rude to everyone …
Now, as a side note, have you noticed that the amount of new Romione fics (especially smutty ones) has basically decreased to zero, or near zero? Please, writers out there, make an effort! And you, readers, if you see a new fic you like, review and comment, it's the best way to encourage writers!
See you soon!