Mysteries Without Any Clues

She couldn't have just said that, Ron thought.

Hermione stood awkwardly at the door waiting for a reply.

Oh, shit, she did. "Uh, yeah," Ron said, scooting over and folding the blankets back for her.

Hermione walked quickly to the bed and slid in beside him. Ron pulled the covers back over them and turned on his side to face her. "But, what about your parents?"

"They won't come up here."

"How do you know? I mean my parents-"

"My parents aren't like your parents. Besides, they think we're doing this anyway." She snuggled closer to him, grazing his erection with her hip.

He hissed and jerked against her. "Fuck me," the words slipped out before he could stop them. To his delight Hermione didn't get angry.

"That's the idea," she said softly.

That did it. All his ideas for arguments and the fear of her father killing him for deflowering his daughter, all slipped away as he growled and rolled over on top of her. Something primal in him had been released by her words, but instead of trying to rein it in, he let go of the leash.

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Hermione started to think she'd gone about this all wrong. First of all, Ron suddenly seemed bigger than he ever had before. He was simply everywhere at once. His mouth was plundering hers and his hands were already covering her breasts. She was regretting coming in here in a gown and nothing else. Other clothes, knickers at least, would have helped. She'd left them off thinking it would be awkward to remove them but at least it would have slowed him down. He seemed like a man possessed. She'd never seen him like this. She could hardly think what to do. It wasn't like she wanted to stop, it was just that she hardly had time to react to one thing before he'd moved on to the next. Before she knew it, they were both naked, but there wasn't time to enjoy just that before his mouth was on her breast. He'd moved one of his legs between hers and the friction of it against her was dizzying.

"Ron," she said, intending to ask him to slow down. But he covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply and moved over to the side, which gave her some relief until she realized he'd done that so he could move a hand between her legs. He hadn't done that before. She jerked as he slid a finger into her. Wait a minute! She wanted to shout, but his mouth still covered hers. She went to push against him to try and get his attention, but he moved at the same time so the gesture was lost. He'd moved his hand and shifted on top of her again, this time poised at her entrance. Finally, their height difference worked in her favor; he couldn't kiss her in this position.

"Ron, please," she hissed. But he misinterpreted what she was trying to say and sank into her.

Hermione felt a sharp tear and it was her cry of pain that finally got his attention. He looked down at her, an expression of sheer terror crossing his face. "Hermione?" he said and jerked once. She could feel him spill into her. He collapsed across her chest and she could feel his heart pounding against her breast. He pulled himself together quickly and moved off of her. She whimpered as he pulled out. The moment he was off of her, she shot out of bed and went running to the loo, thankful that there was one connected to the room.

Ron watched her bolt into the bathroom and felt like throwing up. What had he done? She was never going to speak to him again much less ever let him touch her. Harry was going to kill him, that's assuming she didn't tell Mr. Granger, who would certainly kill him first. Ginny would, of course, want to kill him; well the whole family would really. They all loved Hermione. Shit, shit, shit. I'm going to lose her. I've got to do something, say something. He sat up and reached for his pants under the covers, but promptly forgot about them as he saw, to his horror, that there were a couple of drops of blood on the sheets. He looked down and there was a slight smear of blood on him as well. Panic overtook him. He began knocking on the bathroom door. He wanted to pound on it, but didn't want to wake the Grangers.

"Hermione? Are you alright?"

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Hermione was sitting on the toilet trying to pull herself together. This is what you get for throwing yourself at him like some slag. Idiot. At least, you had sense enough to cast the contraception charm before you came to his room, because that dolt certainly didn't think of it, did he? No wonder, there are so many Weasleys. Don't cry, she chastised herself. Don't cry, be a big girl now, you asked for this. You came on to him and he acted like a horny git, big surprise. She trembled in the cold air and deeply regretted not grabbing her nightgown before running to the loo.

Ron was knocking on the door and asking if she was alright.

"I'll be out in a minute." She looked around and realized she didn't have her wand either. Well, that's just great, no wand, no cleaning charm. She cleaned up as best she could with tissues, flushed the toilet, washed her face and went to open the door. She really didn't want to walk into that room naked. The pain between her legs had diminished to a dull soreness, but her emotions felt very raw, some clothing, even a towel would have been nice, but it was a tiny bathroom, so the towels were kept in the main room in a drawer. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and opened the door. She was surprised to see Ron, still naked, sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. When he looked up at her, she could see he'd been crying.

"There's blood on the sheets," he said in a rasp whisper.

Hermione reached for her gown and pulled it on over her head. "Let me get my wand, I'll clean that up."

Ron grabbed her hand. "I don't care about the sheets, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Hermione answered tightly.

"But there's blood—"

"Some girls bleed the first time. It's just something that happens." Especially when some randy git pounds into you before you're ready, she added in her head. She pulled her hand away and walked back to her room for her wand. Once there she did a cleaning charm on herself and pulled on a pair of knickers and a dressing gown.

Ron was still sitting naked on the side of the bed when she got back. She performed a cleaning charm on the sheets and then without asking, one on him as well. He wouldn't look at her. "Well, then," she said. "I guess I'll go to bed now." She turned to leave.

"Hermione?" Ron said.

She looked back at him.

"You said you'd sleep here tonight."

She dropped her eyes and shook her head.

"Please," he said. "That was awful."

She looked up at him her eyes widening. What? I went through that and he didn't even like it? She couldn't look at him anymore.

"Not you," Ron amended. "You were, you are, well, you're just everything. I love you so much and now I've ruined it."

Hermione looked up on the word "love." He'd never said that before.

"Let me have another go. I can do better," he continued.

Hermione sighed. Oh, he just wants another go. "I think I've had enough for tonight."

"No, please," Ron pleaded. "That came out wrong. I don't mean another go for me. I meant one just for you, a proper time. I did it all wrong, all of it. Please, let me have another chance. Let me show you how much I love you, come to bed, please. Just let me hold you if nothing else. Please."

Hermione pressed her hands against her face. He was so earnest. "Only if you put your pants back on," she said slowly.

"Course," he said pulling them on. "Pajama bottoms too?"

Hermione suppressed a smile. "That won't be necessary."

Ron smiled at her and got into bed, holding the covers up for her to follow. She took a deep breath, dropped the dressing gown and got in next to him. She rested her face against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispered.