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Chapter 08

Night of Fun

Thursday, 17th July 2003

"What!?" she exclaimed, shocked. "Are you mad?"

He smiled lopsidedly at her. "Maybe I just want to check what kind of panties you own," he said. "In which drawer do you keep them?" he asked, looking at both nightstands, each with three drawers.

When she didn't answer, he turned his head to look at her, and found her staring at her with her mouth open.

"Well?" he said.

"You're serious," she muttered.

"Of course I am. Come on, which one is it?"

"Ron, you're an absolute pervert!"

He rolled his eyes. "Wow, that's a brilliant deduction, Ms Obvious," he replied, his voice full of sarcasm. "However, I wouldn't say I'm a pervert just for wanting to see your panties. That's mere curiosity. Now, if I told you I'd love to wank and cum all over them …" he trailed off.

"RON!" she yelled, her face twisted with distaste. "That's disgusting!"

"No, it isn't. You can look into my pants drawer whenever you want. And if you want to rub your pussy with them, I'd be happy to let you."

"Oh, gods!" she exclaimed. "You're — you're —"

"I'm what?" he said, amused.

"I don't know!" she yelled, throwing her arms up. "No one has invented the word yet!"

He walked towards her, still smiling. Fuck, he truly enjoyed this banter with her, and riling her up was an added bonus. "Come on, which drawer is it?" he asked again, putting his hands on her waist and caressing her sides. "Let me see," he pleaded, his tone husky.

For a few moments, they just stared at each other: Ron, with a small, playful smile; Hermione, with incredulity. Finally, to his absolute joy, she sighed with resignation and pulled on the second drawer of the dresser.

Ron looked down and felt a surge or arousal at the sight of her perfectly organised collection of panties (all of them neatly folded) on one side, and her bras on the other. He felt a bit disappointed that she hadn't bought more sexy lingerie, as he could see only the red and black pairs. Of course, there were other really nice ones, satiny or with a bit of lace on the waistband, but most of them were practical and made of cotton, in several colours. Yet, as he looked, he felt his arousal grow a bit, because these were Hermione's panties, the ones that covered her perfect pussy …

"You haven't bought more sexy ones," he told her, and she huffed.

"I'm not going to buy sexy underwear just because you tell me so, Ronald. Besides, the last thing you need is something that makes you even hornier."

He nodded. "Yeah, good point. I'd love for you to have more, though. Maybe I could buy them for you? We could go to a lingerie shop and —"

"I already told you once I'm not going to go to a lingerie shop with you!" she denied, entwining her arms in front of her chest. "Now, are you going to choose or what?"

Ron looked down. His first option would have been the red thong or the black lace knickers, but he preferred to save those for when they were going to have sex. So, after a bit, he chose a satiny pair that looked quite small as well. "These," he said, giving them to her.

"I haven't got a matching bra for those, in case you're wondering," she said, looking a bit annoyed.

"Don't care. Don't wear one. Your tits are young and firm, you don't need anything to hold them — except my hands," he added as an afterthought.

She snatched them from his hand. "Okay. Now, can you finish putting your clothes on and leave me alone to do the same?"

"Nope," he denied. "I want to see you putting them on."

"Oh, gods, you're unbelievable! And infuriating! And a git!"

"And yet you are doing what I say, though you could refuse."

She stared at him as if she had been hit by a bludger, and then shook her head.

"Yes, I must be completely insane, it's the only explanation for this," she muttered as she moved to the bed. She took off her robe and then sat down to put the knickers on. Ron watched, mesmerised. If he hadn't come three times less than half an hour ago, he would have jumped her and fucked her again, with her panties still on her ankles. As he couldn't, he just watched as she pulled them up and adjusted them on her waist. His cock, despite everything, stirred a bit.

"Happy?" she asked, looking at him. He nodded, watching her tits jiggle a bit. Fuck, weren't they fantastic?

"Very," he said.

"Good! Now let's finish, we still have to work on the project!"

"As long as you invite me for dinner …"

"What!?" she asked with incredulity.

He shrugged, smiling innocently at her. "Well, we had a pretty intense fuck, Hermione. I'm hungry."

"So now I've got to feed you?"

"I made dinner for you when you came to my flat."

"That was just a sandwich," she replied.

"I don't mind a sandwich, as long as it's edible ..."

Muttering under her breath things that sounded like 'Damn him' and 'Damn me for being weak and stupid,' (which, to be honest, amused him a lot), she put her sexy shorts back on and a new t-shirt (without a bra, to Ron's delight), and then they went to the kitchen.

"I'm not much of a cook," she told him, opening her cooling cabinet. "But, fortunately for you, I like to have food at home."

Ron looked into the cabinet and frowned a bit. Too many 'healthy' things for his taste. "You don't have bacon?" he asked.

"I don't like bacon."

"You're mad," he told her.

"I must be, it's the only explanation as to why I'm putting up with you," she retorted, shaking her head. "What about a vegetal sandwich instead?" she suggested.

"A vegetal sandwich?" he repeated, looking at her as if she had gone completely insane. "Do you think I'm a rabbit or something like that?"

"Don't be an idiot, Ron."

"I'm not. I'm telling you I don't like that."

"Care to make a bet?"

He eyes her suspiciously. "Mmm, no?"

"Afraid of losing?" she teased, a devilish gleam in her eyes.

"Of course not."

"Okay then. I'll make you one. Grab what you want to drink and a couple of glasses from that cabinet. Just water for me."

Ron nodded and got the things while she worked. He saw her using lettuce, tomato, cheese and other things whose name he didn't know, and then put some sort of sauce on it before putting the bread on top. "Ready."

He looked at it, and, though he would have loved to make a face at it, the truth is that it didn't look bad, and he was hungry. Sitting down, he took it and gave it a tentative bite, under the attentive look of Hermione.

"Well?" she asked after he had swallowed.

"Passable," he said noncommittally, though it was good. Not as good as a bacon one, of course, but good.

"Passable?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"You can leave it, if you don't like it."

He looked at the sandwich, then at her, then at the sandwich again. "No, I'll eat it."

Hermione grinned, a victorious expression on his face. "See? And you won't go to bed with insane amounts of saturated fat in your stomach."

Ron just grunted, taking another bite.

"Well, can we talk about the case, then?" she asked, and he nodded.

"We can, but I didn't take part in that case, and neither did Harry."

"I know," she said, "but you know the details, right?"

Ron nodded again, sadly. "Yeah. If I'm not mistaken, the name of the boy was Daniel, wasn't it? Daniel Asphalose."

"Daniel Garrick Asphalose, yes."

"He was in Slytherin. During his third year, a Muggleborn boy that lived near his family, I don't remember his name —"

"Anthony Arple,"

"Yeah, Arple. Well, Arple started at Hogwarts that year and was sorted into Ravenclaw. He saw Daniel and recognised him, and was surprised that he was a wizard as well, so he tried to talk to him. After that, Daniel started to get bullied by some of his friends for being friends with a Muggleborn, though he always denied having anything to do with him. But Arple kept trying, so, in return, Daniel started to treat him with cruelty and derision. Arple didn't understand why he was that way and kept insisting, and so, one day, barely one month after the start of the term, Daniel used the Gut-Twisting Curse against him. Fortunately, as he was rather young, the curse was not powerful, and Arple survived, but I think he had to spend a long time at St Mungo's," finished Ron.

Hermione nodded sadly. "Yes. Around three months. And then he was so scared, so traumatised, that he decided not to go back to Hogwarts."

"Oh," said Ron. "I didn't know that."

"Yes. His parents agreed completely. They were rather livid after what had happened. The school had a hard time convincing his parents to allow a tutor into their home so at least he could learn to control his magic. Meanwhile, Daniel Asphalose —"

"— Was put under house confinement, and his wand was destroyed," finished Ron.

"Exactly."

"Some members of the Wizengamot wanted to put him in Azkaban," Ron added. "Did you know that?"

"What!?" she exclaimed, astounded.

"Yeah … they said we didn't need another Tom Riddle, that if he was capable of killing at such a young age, he was too dangerous to be free."

A thoughtful expression appeared on her face. For a minute, neither of them spoke, focusing just on their food. Then, Hermione seemed to break out of her reverie and looked at him.

"What do you think?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

Ron took a deep breath before answering. "To be honest, I was conflicted. I mean, the boy tried to murder another student, and using a really nasty curse. Yes, he was quite young, and I get he was pressured by his mates, that he found himself between a rock and hard place, but — I dunno, it made me think about Draco Malfoy, and the idea of being sympathetic to that little piece of shit was horrible. However, seeing how scared he was in that interrogation room at the Ministry …" He shook his head.

"Who is Draco Malfoy?" she asked, curious.

As they finished their sandwiches, Ron told her about Malfoy, about his supremacist views, his nasty attempts to get him and Harry expelled, the way he revelled in the terror climate after the Chaļmber of Secrets had been opened, his attempts to get Hagrid sacked and Buckbeak the Hippogriff executed, his happiness after the return of Voldemort … Ron had no doubt that, had Harry not defeated the evil wizard that same summer, he would have ended as a Death Eater like his father.

"Oh," Hermione said when he finished.

"So you see, on one hand, Asphalose gave me a nasty feeling, on the other, seeing him so scared … But then I imagined poor Anthony Arple in St Mungo's, which reminded me of my own experience. I thought about his parents, who didn't understand magic, being told that another child had tried to murder their only son … I remembered when Harry and I found out about Ginny being taken to the Chamber of Secrets —"

"What!?" exclaimed Hermione, horrified.

"Oh, yeah … I told you that Voldemort's old diary caused the Chamber of Secrets to be opened. Well, it did so by possessing Ginny. It was Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, who gave it to her."

"That's horrible!" yelled Hermione, appalled.

"It was. We didn't know if we would find her alive. To make things worse, part of the chamber entrance collapsed and I couldn't even go further. I had to wait for Harry, and I could only think about how I was about to lose my sister and that I should have kept a closer eye on her," he finished, his expression painful.

"Oh, Ron …" she said, looking at him with sympathy.

"So, with all that in mind, I found it hard to be sympathetic to him. Yes, he was a child as well, but at thirteen, I knew that killing was a very bad thing, and no one had had to tell me. So he should have known that as well. I'm fairly sure he didn't want anyone else to kill him, so he must have known neither would Anthony."

"Yes, but not everyone is capable of thinking that way, especially in stressful situations," countered Hermione. "His Pureblood friends pressured him into proving he wasn't a blood traitor and that can be too much for a child."

"Yeah, but he still used the curse, Hermione. He could have attacked him with another hex, or hit him, but he chose to use that horrible spell. Maybe he wouldn't have done it by himself, but he was capable of murder. Many people aren't, even when pushed."

"I know, and I get that. But being able to kill, and actually killing, are different things. What I'm trying to say is that, once at Hogwarts, he was left among the wrong crowd. You say there are people that would never kill, and you're right; we also talked about others than are naturally evil, and maybe there's not much that can be done to steer them to the right direction, but in cases like this one, when someone can go both ways … It's our moral obligation to guide them to the light, to protect them from bad influences. I mean, why does Hogwarts allow students to parrot all that pureblood supremacy nonsense?"

"It's not allowed," replied Ron, feeling obligated to defend the school. However, it came to his mind that, during his second year, Slytherin's password had been 'Pureblood,' and no one had done anything about it.

Hermione seemed to think so, because she arched an eyebrow at him. "Are you saying that if I had gone to Hogwarts I wouldn't have been called 'Mudblood,' Ron?" she challenged.

Ron, who had heard Malfoy and others use the word quite frequently, stayed silent.

"See?" she continued, feeling vindicated. "We need to establish active policies to avoid things like these. To protect people from feeling pressured into following such ideas. This would help children to avoid being dragged towards the dark side, even if they are not good people. After all, one thing is to be evil, and another to commit a murder," she added passionately.

"I suppose," conceded Ron.

"Even those who are unredeemable would refrain, seeing that their actions have consequences. If that boy, Draco Malfoy, had been punished, or even expulsed, for using such derogatory language, he would have stopped. Yes, he might still think that way, but he wouldn't have said it in public, and so other people wouldn't find it normal. But no one did anything to put an end to it. And when that kind of ideas are spread, and no one does nothing to stop it, the ones saying them feel vindicated and gain confidence, and we know how that ends.

"Look at it this way," she added, now clearly on fire, "Voldemort had lots of followers, but, once he disappeared, did they continue with their lives of violence? No, most of them lay low or just fled, they didn't dare to keep committing the same crimes as when he was in power."

"Yeah, 'cause most of them are a bunch of cowards," explained Ron, clenching his jaw.

"Exactly!" exclaimed Hermione, excited. "Most of those people are cowards, Ron! It must be crystal clear that some attitudes, that certain language, won't be tolerated, and that must be instilled into children at a young age! Will that prevent every crime? No, certainly, but if we can just avoid a ten percent of them, it will be worth it." She looked into his eyes. "You said that, when you faced Voldemort, you were simply trying to help Harry, to protect him. So, if with this we can save one child, just one, it's our duty to do it."

"You're right," agreed Ron, more convinced this time. "To be honest, when the chamber was opened, many of us wondered why all students in Slytherin house weren't expelled, why it was allowed that some of them roamed the halls as if they owned the place, revelling in the fear."

"Well, I doubt every Slytherin was evil, Ron —" argued Hermione.

"I know, I know," he cut her in. "And after all, no one from Slytherin was responsible. Well, not exactly true, Tom Riddle was a Slytherin, and Lucius Malfoy was another, but well, there were good Slytherins. I know a couple from the Auror Office."

She nodded. "Exactly. We just need to stop that house — or any other group — from becoming a haven for supremacists, to stop new members from being pressured into that way of thinking, to be conditioned from the moment they set foot at Hogwarts."

Ron nodded. "You're right," he said. "You're completely right."

"You think so?" she asked, a bit surprised.

"Yeah. The Ministry should do something about that. If there had been policies to prevent that supremacist bullshit to spread, maybe there wouldn't have been so many Death Eaters," he said hotly.

She beamed at him. "Exactly. I get that many of them might still have become that, but just having one Dark wizard less would be good, wouldn't it?"

"Definitely," said Ron.

Hermione summoned her notes and began to write furiously, looking really excited in a way that almost turned Ron on. Shit, it was amazing how passionate she was, about everything. Besides, he was starting to see, for the first time, what she was trying to achieve, and he like it.

He liked it a lot.

"You've helped me a lot today," she commented after a bit, still writing. "Your insight about Hogwarts is invaluable, Ron. It's very different from Beauxbatons, and it will help me make the proposal much more specific to the needs of Wizarding Britain," she finished, giving him a warm smile.

"I'm glad to be of help," he muttered, feeling his body reacting in funny ways to her compliments and her smile.

They certainly had come a long way since that first day at The Burrow. Merlin, had it been just a couple of weeks ago?

He watched her as she finished writing and then put her notes away, looking happy.

"Well, I think that's it for now. There are a few more cases I want to review, but this looks promising. As I said in the meeting yesterday, I'm fairly sure I'll have a first draft ready by the end of August, taking into account I'll take a couple of weeks of holiday in that month."

"So you were serious, then?" he asked, surprised.

"Of course I'm serious. I'm very serious about my work, Ron. I never make a promise I can't keep.

"Hermione, that's impressive, but you haven't got to do everything right away, you know. You can take your time."

"I know, but I'm very excited about this project, and — well, Percy said that if we could get something ready by October we would cause a great impression," she said, looking away from Ron when she mentioned his name.

Ron felt his stomach turn unpleasantly at the mention of his brother. However, this time he pushed the fact that he was Hermione's boyfriend aside.

As an Auror, one of the things he had learnt was how to look for connections between crimes committed and potential benefit. And, the moment he heard 'October,' his mind made an immediate connection.

This was Kingsley's seventh year as Minister (excluding the ten months he had been an interim one), so this was an election year, and the voting was scheduled to take place at the middle of November. If the proposal was ready in October, it could be made public just in time for the campaign. It was clear that Hermione loved being praised by her work, and, though she was really intelligent, she could be a bit naïve at times. He could see how others could try and use her for their own benefit. Was the Ministry using her a bit? Knowing Kingsley, that seemed unlikely.

But the idea of bringing Hermione's reforms to Britain hadn't been Kingsley's, right? No, it had been Percy the one to suggest it.

Percy, whose dream was to become Minister one day.

Was he using Hermione, his own girlfriend? Ron knew he was capable of that, Percy wasn't precisely what one would call a romantic. But he didn't have solid proof of any of this, and, besides, he knew he wasn't completely objective when it came to him. Maybe he was just imagining things, so he decided not to say anything.

"Ron?"

He shook his head and looked at her, realising he had got lost in his thoughts.

"Sorry, got distracted."

She nodded, and an uncomfortable silence fell over the room. Once the topic of work was exhausted, what could they talk about? It wasn't as if they were friends, right? And giving their affair, maybe talking about personal things was not advisable. Should he just leave? It was past eight, after all … But the truth was that he didn't want to go. So, what could he —?

He looked at the shelves in the living room

"I know you said you loved reading, but, holy shit, Hermione. How many books have you got?"

She looked a bit taken aback by his question, but seemed to welcome it. "I never counted them."

"Have you read all of them?"

She nodded. "Several of them more than once."

"Bloody hell."

"And I've got still more at my parents' house."

"More?"

"Yes, more," she replied, a bit exasperated. "Now, if you're going to mock me for my hobbies, you can just go home. I already fed you, after all."

Yeah, he could. And maybe he should … but, again, he didn't want to.

"I'm not mocking you. I'm just surprised, that's all. I've never met anyone that liked to read so much," he defended himself. Not even Percy.

"My parents like to read as well, so they passed that to me. I've always been curious, since I was little, and books had the answers to all those questions I had. Besides …" she trailed off.

"Besides — what?" he asked with interest.

She looked away from him, her expression reminiscing. "I — I didn't have friends when I was young, so I got lost in books. They never were mean to me, never mocked me for my teeth or my hair, and always gave me fun." She looked at him, somewhat fiercely. "You probably find that ridiculous, or even stupid. 'Poor Hermione, the boring girl whose friends are books,' but —"

"I don't think it's stupid," he replied, cutting her in. "Childhood is not easy. In my case, I had to deal with being poor, with having all my robes and books second-hand. Ask Fleur the kind of robes I wore to the Yule Ball … I think my date regretted accepting going with me the moment she saw me in them and, to be honest, I couldn't blame her." He let out a sigh. "You get through that shit the way you can. If your way were burying yourself in books, then that's okay."

"Yes, you deal with it the way you can," she said, nodding and staring at him with an odd expression on her face. For a moment, Ron could see a small Hermione, with her bushy hair, walking along a corridor carrying lots of books against her chest while other, faceless children whispered about her …

He felt a sudden, odd urge to wrap her in a hug.

Fuck, he thought. That was not a good line of thought. It was rather dangerous, in fact. He looked around, searching for a change of topic. His eyes fell on the TV and an idea popped into his mind.

"Can you turn it on?" he asked, nodding towards the TV.

Hermione's eyes flickered between Ron and it. "The telly?"

"Yeah. I've never seen one working. Well, I have, in some places in London, but never really paid attention to it, you know?"

"You have never watched TV?" she asked, astonished.

"No. I grew up in the Wizarding world, remember?"

"Okay," she said. She walked into the living room, with Ron behind her, and approached the coffee table, where she grabbed a strange, rectangular, black device with coloured points. She touched it, pointing it to the TV, and suddenly it was turned on.

"Whoa! Muggles have magic wands as well!?" he inquired, astounded.

Hermione let out a laugh. "No, you idiot! This is called a remote," she said, showing it to him. "It sends a signal to the TV, based on the buttons I press, that allows me to control it."

Ron grabbed the remote almost reverently, examining it in awe. "Dad would go crazy with this," he commented.

Hermione laughed again. "Yes, he seems a bit fascinated by Muggle things, I got that."

"I think 'fascinated' is putting it mildly," said Ron, and she chuckled. "So, what are all these buttons for?"

"To change channels, to increase or decrease volume and things like that."

"Channels," repeated Ron. "That's like stations in the wireless, right?"

"Yes," nodded Hermione. "So — what do you want to watch?"

Ron shrugged. "No idea."

Hermione took the remote again and began to switch channels, until she settled on one where a man and a woman were driving a car at top speed while being pursued by another.

"This looks like an action film," mused Hermione. "I think you might like it."

"What's an action film?"

"You know what a film is?"

"Yeah, more or less."

"Well, in action films the plot usually revolves around people running, fighting, shooting and other things no one would ever do in real life."

Ron's eyes opened in delight. "Shooting? You mean with pistols and such?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, yes, let's watch that!" he exclaimed, excited.

Hermione couldn't help but smile at his eagerness, and they sat down on the couch in silence, watching the screen. Barely a couple of minutes after starting, the man and the woman stopped the car at an abandoned building and ran, while the guys in the second car began to shoot at them.

"Oh, they're in trouble!" said Ron, thrilled. "They could do with a Shield Charm. No bullet can go through one of those."

Hermione laughed. "Well, if they could cast Shield Charms, they could also Disapparate, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I bet they'd love to be able to do that as well."

"Sure they would," she nodded, amused.

They kept watching as the protagonists hid behind a partially crumpled wall and both fired back with their own guns. One of their shots hit one of the three pursuers in a leg and he fell down, yelling and cursing.

The couple took advantage of the moment to run again. They managed to reach a wood and got lost between the trees. They ran and ran amongst them until, exhausted, they stopped to catch their breaths and to listen.

"We must have lost them," commented the girl.

"We can't be sure. We need to go on," replied the man.

After a few moments, they resumed walking. Then there was a change of scene and suddenly it was almost night.

"Look," said the girl, pointing to the side.

There was some kind of cottage there, and they approached it warily. After calling, they decided it was empty and they forced the door to enter.

"Isn't that illegal?" commented Ron, arching an eyebrow.

Hermione responded, "Well, they are being chased by people who want to kill them, so I doubt they care very much."

"Right," nodded Ron. As the man and the woman settled inside the cottage, drinking water and looking for anything useful, Ron looked at Hermione. "You don't like it?" he asked her.

"I'm not much into TV, to be honest," she confessed. "There're a couple of shows I like, and sometimes I watch some documentaries, but action films are not my cup of tea. They normally have useless girls that must be rescued by some strong man, and men fighting and shooting over nothing. Besides, some scenes are simply too farfetched to be believable."

Ron looked at the TV again. The man and the woman had sat down on a couch and were now resting as they talked.

"Well, why would you like it to be believable?" asked Ron. "You wouldn't need a film for that, right? Besides, isn't the purpose of a film to be entertaining?"

Hermione tilted her head a bit, thinking about it. "I suppose you've got a point, but I still don't like them."

"And this girl doesn't look useless. She used the gun as well as the man."

"A rarity," pointed out Hermione.

"Why?" asked Ron. "In the Wizarding world, no one thinks wizards are better at magic than witches."

"And that's good, though I wouldn't say there's absolutely no sexism. Less than in the Muggle world, however," she conceded.

Ron was about to nod, but, from the corner of his eye, he saw the man and the woman in the film kiss passionately. Soon, they were groping each other. The man took off his dirty, ripped t-shirt, showing a really muscular body, then he lifted the girl's tank top over her head, revealing her sexy black bra. Ron's eyes became the size of saucers.

"Merlin's dirty pants, are they going to fuck!?" he shouted, astounded.

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed.

"What? It's an honest question!"

"Well, it seems they're going to have sex, yes," answered Hermione.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, delighted. As they kissed again, the man unhooked the girl's bra and let it fall, revealing her creamy, round breasts, and Ron couldn't help but feel his cock stiffen a bit. "Whoa, nice tits!" he blurted out without thinking.

"Ron!"

"What? It's true," he said unashamedly, watching the man lower his mouth to them as they lay down on the rug on the floor. "But there's no reason for you to get jealous, Hermione, yours are better."

"I wasn't jealous," she replied,. He glanced at her and saw she was blushing a bit. "But thanks, I suppose …"

"You're welcome," he muttered, again concentrated on the film. However, as they started unbuttoning their jeans, the image faded into black and then it was morning. "Hey!" he protested, frowning. "I wanted to see them fuck …"

"Ron, this is not a porn film," she explained, shaking her head.

"Porn films?"

"Films that basically consist on people having explicit sex. And by explicit, I mean really, really explicit," explained Hermione.

"Muggles make films were people just fuck?" asked Ron, shocked. "Holy fuck, Muggles are amazing!"

"Don't tell me there's nothing like that in the wizarding world …" said Hermione sceptically.

"Moving pictures, yes, in certain magazines … But nothing like this. I mean, I could hear her moan …" He made a brief pause, then addressed her again, "So, Muggles make films where people fuck?"

"Yes," she responded tiredly.

"And they put them on TV just like that?"

"No — at least not in normal channels," she explained. "They're usually sold in videotapes."

"Videotapes?"

She got up and approached the shelves surrounding the TV, then grabbed one rectangular case. "Something like this," she said. "You put the videotape in the video player —" she pointed at device under the TV "— and the contents are shown in the screen. This way you can watch it whenever you want."

Ron arched an eyebrow at her. "And have you got any of those porn films?" he asked with a smirk.

"Of course not!" she denied hotly, putting the videotape back in the shelf.

"So you have never watched one?"

"Well, I —"

"You did!" he shouted, excited.

"Just a few minutes!" she replied, blushing like mad. "Just once, and only because I was a bit curious. But they're completely ridiculous."

"So you didn't touch your pretty little pussy watching it?" he insisted, feeling hornier and hornier as the conversation progressed.

"For your information, I don't need to watch films to masturbate, Ron," she responded flatly. "I'm perfectly capable of imagining my own fantasies."

"Yeah? And what are those fantasies about?" he inquired.

"I'm not going to tell you that!" she said, avoiding his gaze.

"Come on, Hermione, tell me: how many of those fantasies of yours are about me?" he pressed, his lips curving into a smirk.

"You're getting randy!" she shouted, narrowing her eyes and glancing at his crotch, where a bulge was clearly visible.

Ron looked down and then shrugged with fake shyness. "Well, I saw that girl's tits, and now I can't stop imagining you touching yourself and moaning my name …"

"You're incredible," she stated, staring at him with disbelief.

"Well, unlike someone, I only came three times …" he replied, and he saw her blush prettily. Feeling a bit bold, he got up and approached her. "Do you want to do something about it?" he asked in a low, deep tone. "I told you, though her tits were nice, I'd rather touch yours …" he added boldly, cupping and kneading them over her t-shirt.

She moaned, her eyes boring into his, and then, to his delight, she put her left hand on the back of his neck and kissed him hard, her other hand pressing against his crotch.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered into her hungry mouth. He kept squeezing her tits over her t-shirt, then moved one hand to cup her ass over those sexy shorts, pressing her entire body against his. Moving the other hand, she quickly opened his jeans, giving his cock some needed relief, and shoved her right hand inside his boxers, wrapping it around him and stroking him eagerly.

"Is this what you had in mind when you asked me if I wanted to do something about it, Ron?" she asked against his lips, her tone aggressive.

"Fuck, yeah!" he groaned. "Blimey, Hermione, your hand feels so fucking good …"

"You're so hard," she whispered, looking down between them. "After how strongly you ejaculated, you are still so hard, so — so unyielding … I swear your cock could go through a wall …"

"I only want it to go into your pussy or your ass," he replied.

She looked into his eyes before saying, "I want it in my — in my pussy." Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, but she didn't avert her gaze.

"Fuck, you didn't get enough, did you, horny witch?" he asked, lifting her by her ass and forcing her to throw one arm around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"So it seems," she admitted.

Ron took them back to the couch and sat down, with her straddling him. She kissed him again and them moved a bit. Reaching for her wand, she quickly vanished his jeans and boxers, feeing his cock completely, then grinded her crotch against it.

"Fuck, Hermione, fuck," he moaned, loving her eagerness, his hands squeezing that ass with pure relish.

"I want you inside me," she muttered, her eyes full of lust. "I want you to fuck me again."

Ron wondered why she hadn't got rid of her shorts as well, only to conclude that she wanted him to take care of them. So, possessed by animalistic desire, he slid his fingers into one of the leg holes, then pulled as hard as he could, ripping them off her.

"Oh, gods!" she squealed, looking, if possible, even hornier.

Lifting her a bit, he pushed her panties to the side and fingered her cunt a bit, though she was completely ready for him. She rocked her hips into his hands, fucking his finger, and he put his thumb against her clit.

"Oh, ohhh, Ron, gods! That feels amazing, but I want your cock! I want your cock stretching me out!"

"As you fucking wish," he muttered, taking his finger out. She moved her own hand to her panties and kept them to the side while he positioned her entrance over his tip. Then, to his utter delight, she slammed down hard.

"Ahhh, fuck!" he exclaimed when her perfect pussy clamped down around him.

"Oh, gods, yessss!" she moaned in pure delight, a bright smile etched upon her face. She stayed still for a moment, just rotating her hips a little, as if savouring him inside her, then began to move. Ron moved his right hand to her face and showed her the finger he had pushed inside her.

"Suck it."

Keeping her smouldering gaze on him, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his finger, sucking and licking it as if it were his cock. The feeling and the image made his actual cock twitch in her cunt.

"Fuck, Hermione, you drive me mad. Ride me, and ride me hard."

She changed the slow rotating motion for a fast, vertical one. Ron groaned as he felt her pussy move along his dick, sending waves of ecstasy through his horny body. She kept her eyes fixed on him as she moved up and then slammed down with all her force, and, despite the lust fogging his brain, he had enough thought capacity to marvel at the way she could be berating him at one moment and then fucking him like her life depended on her the next minute.

She certainly was raw, pure passion, and he loved it. His other girlfriends had been rather sexual, especially Lavender, yet this was something else. He had come more times in a day with Lavender — he could remember one weekend when they had spent the entire Saturday in bed — yet no one had made him cum three times in less than one hour, then hard again barely another hour later. He was sure that, if he spent one day in bed with Hermione, he would die for lack of juices.

Watching her pleasure-ridden face, Ron moved his hands to her perfect, curvy ass and squeezed hard, eliciting new moans from her.

"Fuck, yeah, like that, Hermione. Shit, you're amazing, the way you're riding my cock … Ah, fuck …"

"I love this," she moaned. "Oh, gods, I love this. Your cock … Oh, gods, ohhhh …"

"Fuck!"

His eyes moved down from her face to her bouncing tits, and he thought that that t-shirt should go. As if she had performed legeremency on him, she grabbed its hem and pulled upwards, revealing her breasts. Then, putting her hands on his head, arched her back and pulled him towards them.

"Suck them, Ron," she said, her voice filled with want.

Ron didn't have to be told twice: he opened his mouth and swallowed her right nipple hungrily, sucking with pure devotion. Hermione moaned louder, raking her fingers through his hair and riding him harder.

"Ohhhhh, oh, gods, yes … Mmm, more, Ron, more … Yes, yes, like that, mmm … Now the other! Now the other!"

Ron switched tits and applied the same treatment to the left one. He felt about to burst, with her wet, hot pussy moving fast over his dick and his mouth full of those creamy globes of flesh.

"Fuck, they're so big, I fuckin' love them!" he growled, burying his face between them and shaking it from side to side. Hermione laughed and did the same, slapping his cheeks. "Holy fuck, Hermione!"

"Like being surrounded by my boobs, Ron?" she teased.

"Shit, yeah!" he exclaimed before sucking on them once more. Hard.

"Ahhh, yes, yessss! Gods, Ron, I'm getting close … I'm getting close …"

Ron could only grumble, still sucking with gusto. However, as she got closer and closer to her release, her movements became erratic and he was forced to release her. So he just leaned against the back of the couch and watched as they bounced freely, his hands squeezing her ass.

"Right there … Right there … Gods, I'm right there, Ron!"

Ron looked between her legs and his balls tightened. "Fuck, yes, cum on my cock … Shit, your pussy looks amazing devouring it … It loves my cock, doesn't it?"

"Yes, yes, it —" she started to say, but she couldn't finish. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened and then she let out a cry of pure pleasure as she came powerfully. "Ohhh, ohhhh, ROOOON! Gods, gods, gods, I'm cumming! I'm — Oh, fuck, that's so good, so good!"

Ron grunted, the spasms of her pussy threatening to make him cum. Holding onto her hips, he began to thrust upwards, adding to her pleasure. She fixed her eyes on him, her mouth open in a silent scream. Growling, he pulled her against him, then, with his face between her tits, he fucked her from below as hard as he could, his balls slapping her ass. He moved his hands back to it and squeezed roughly, relishing the feel of those plump cheeks as he soared towards his own completion. His cock was now entering and exiting her wet, well-fucked pussy at top speed, and he knew he couldn't stop. Even if his entire family Apparated right around them, he would have kept fucking that delicious cunt.

"Urghhhh, gonna cum! Gonna cum!"

"Do it," she said, caressing his head and keeping him between her breasts. "Come in me, Ron. I want it deep in me," she muttered, her voice weak.

"Fuck, yeah, I will! Here it comes, 'Ermione, here it — Ahh, fuck, YES! Fuck, yes, cumming! Cumming! Unnghhhhhh!" he shouted, burying himself to the hilt in her.

He felt his cock spurt and spurt with astounding power, sending him into delirium which each shot.

"Ah, ahhh, Hermione, ahh, fuuuck …" he muttered when, at last, his orgasm subsided, leaving his cock still twitching in her clutching depths. He rested his head against the back of the couch, panting, feeling happy and blissfully sated. Fuck, the way this woman made him cum …

"Someone enjoyed himself," she said, smiling, her cheeks still flushed.

"You're one to talk," he replied, caressing her ass reverently.

"I won't deny it was good."

"Good? No, good doesn't even come close."

She laughed and got off him, making him miss her warmth at once. He saw his cum drift down her inner thighs, and he couldn't help but smile proudly.

"What?" she asked, sitting next to him to rest.

"I love cumming inside you," he said with a smirk.

He expected her to shake her head, or to reprimand him, but she startled him when she opened her eyes wide and quickly reached for her wand to cast a Cleaning Charm. "What?" she said, noticing his stare. "I don't want to make a mess on the couch."

"You could clean it later."

"It's much better if I don't get it dirty in the first place."

"I guess," he accepted, leaning towards her. "But I like the idea of my cum inside you," he added, pushing two fingers into her pussy.

Hermione gasped loudly. "Ah, Ron …"

"Your twat is so hot …" he commented, then kissed her, still moving his fingers inside.

"If you make me come again, I won't return the favour, so don't whine I got off more times than you," she said against her lips, her voice already strained.

"I won't. You think you can cum again?"

"Yes."

"Wicked!" he said with a big, goofy smile, and began to finger her faster, his thumb moving over her clit. His mouth descended towards her breasts, and she lay back against the arm, her long, wild hair falling toward the floor. Ron moved a bit and slid his left hand under her, his hand caressing her bum and hip as he worked her. To his delight, it didn't' take her long until she was on the verge again, her moans getting louder and louder as she squirmed under his ministrations.

Fuck, Ron loved to see her like this. She was so fucking delicious, so responsive, so hot, so amazing. He would happily spend hours and hours just making her cum. And what was also amazing, seeing her like this and the way her thigh was rubbing against his dick was making him hard once more!

Excited, he sucked harder on those fantastic tits, moving his thumb and fingers expertly. She arched her back, running her fingers through his hair and keeping him against his chest, clearly on the verge of orgasm.

"Gods, don't stop, Ron, don't stop, don't stop!" she pleaded.

But, before he could achieve release, Ron did stop.

"What are you doing!?" she demanded when he took his fingers out of her hole.

Ron lifted his head and just smiled at her. Then, moving quickly, he got between her legs and, putting the tip of his hardened cock against her entrance, he thrust hard, burying himself in her.

"OH, GODS!" she exclaimed, opening her eyes wide.

"Ah, fuck, so tight and wet!"

Ron manoeuvred a little, kneeling on the couch, and lifted her legs, his arms under her knees, then began hammering into her with total abandon, his eyes moving between her jiggling tits and her stretched pussy.

"OH, FUUUUUUUCK!" she swore loudly, clenching rhythmically around his cock as she came powerfully.

"Fuck, Hermione!" he shouted through gritted teeth, loving the pressure of her vaginal muscles massaging him.

"Oh, gods, Ron, don't stop! Oh, don't stop, don't stop!"

"Fuck, never!" he shouted, and fucked her even harder, slamming against the back of her thighs and her ass. "Shit, your pussy is perfect," he grunted. "I fucking love this pussy!"

"I love your cock!" she screamed. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!"

Ron continued fucking her even as her orgasm subsided, leaving her in a dazed state. Whimpering softly, she looked at him, her hands caressing her tits as he used her for his pleasure.

"Gonna cum again," he muttered, not bothering to hold back. "Deep in your tight pussy, fuck!"

"Gods, Ron … Oh, gods, you're so hard … How can you be so hard again? Oh, gods …"

"Watching you cum makes me hard," he panted, gripping her legs harder as he pounded her. "Your tight pussy makes me hard. Fuck, you feel so bloody good … Gonna cum again …"

"Come," she said, almost pleadingly, her entire body being shaken by his powerful thrust. "Come in me …"

"Fuck, yes, yes, I'm going to cum, going to fill you up, cream your hot pussy ... Ungh, ungh, Hermione, yes, grip my cock like that … Ohhh, fuck, fuck, I'm almost there — Ahh, fuck, yes, yesssss!" he groaned when his cock swelled and exploded once more, flooding her pussy with more semen and his body with pure ecstasy. He kept thrusting hard and deep, wanting his bollocks to spill every drop into her.

Finally, spent, he fell over her, using his arms to avoid crushing her smaller body.

She caressed his sweaty forehead, pushing a few strands of hair aside. "I can't believe we did it two times in a row after what we did in my bedroom," she commented.

"Neither can I, but I won't complain, it was amazing."

He turned his face towards the TV, which, he realised, was still on. The man and the woman were now talking to another guy in a house, but Ron didn't care and looked back at the sexy, sweaty witch under him.

"I like you like this" he blurted out.

She arched an eyebrow. "You mean naked and with your cock inside me?"

He laughed. "Yes, that too, but I meant your hair, all dishevelled and wild. So different than the image you show at the Ministry."

"I hardly can go to work like this, Ron," she replied.

"Shame," he said with a smile, and moved off her. His eyes darted, at once, to her groin, expecting her to be leaking his seed, even though, after cumming four times before, there hadn't been much left.

She shook her head, having seen him look, and grabbed her wand to clean then both. "I should take another shower," she said.

"Care for company?" he offered with a playful smile.

"Not this time," she refused. "You seem to never get enough and I'm tired and a bit sore, to be honest."

Ron's grin widened. "That's the kettle calling the cauldron black, don't you think? You seemed quite eager, after all."

"Mmm," she replied.

Ron got up and gathered his clothes before putting them on again, his eyes flickering towards the TV as the couple, along another guy, engaged in another shooting with their foes.

"I should get one of these," he muttered. "It's way better than the wireless."

"You have electricity in your flat?" she asked, grabbing her ripped shorts to repair them.

"No."

"Then there's no point in you getting one. TVs don't work with magic like a magical wireless would."

"Well, then I suppose I'll have to come over, won't I? To watch it," he replied, grinning at her.

"Good night, Ron," was her only reply.

He shrugged, and, after blowing her a kiss, went to the fireplace and disappeared, feeling her eyes trained on his back.

Well, their relationship is progressing beyond just sex, they're getting to know more about each other. Besides, if in previous chapters Ron's views had changed Hermione's ideas about her proposal, here it's the other way around: Hermione's views are affecting Ron and the way he sees things.

I hope you enjoyed the back-to-back posting of chapters. Next one will be posted around the middle of week, like always. Have a good weekend and, if you feel bored, write some Romione smut …