I Think It's Beginning to Rain

Hermione was shocked at her body's response to Ron's words. She'd intended to just let him hold her as she fell asleep. Lying in his arms was good, and things before had gone so badly, she really wasn't in a rush for a repeat, but her body apparently had different ideas. Desire began to stir. She sighed, trying to think what to say. "Could you just kiss me?" she whispered, embarrassed to be asking.

Ron nodded. "I can do that." He licked his lips before cupping her face in his hand. His thumb grazed her earlobe sending shivers down her spine. He brushed his lips against hers with such gentleness it was as if he was afraid a firmer kiss might bruise her. The kiss was warm and chaste; she eventually deepened it. He seemed intent on not pushing her in any way. They kissed for a long time. He kept one hand on her face and the other on her waist. She was aching for his hands to move, but she kept waiting. Finally, in frustration, she moved the hand on her waist up to her breast. She trembled when his thumb grazed her nipple.

"You alright?" he whispered, stilling his hand.

"Yes."

He tugged the hem of her gown. "You want me to take this off?"

She could feel herself blush as she whispered, "Yes."

The cool air of the room felt good against her heated flesh as Ron resumed kissing her. His hands caressed her breasts until the ache between her legs seemed unbearable.

"I want to kiss you all over," he said in her ear. "Would that be all right?"

Hermione had lost all language ability, so she could only nod. He started on her neck, giving it such loving attention with his lips and tongue, she thought she might melt right into the bed. By the time his lips touched her breasts, she was pretty sure she had a small orgasm just from that. She jerked against him and he looked up at her. He smiled and kissed her bellybutton, pulled the covers over his head and moved down. If she had reservations, it was too late. He began with soft kisses on her hips and thighs; everywhere but where she needed him to be. She waited for him to move to the center, but he waited as well. Finally, realizing he wasn't going to do it for her, she pulled off her knickers and threw them across the room and he descended. The next few minutes swirled in a haze of desire and need fueled by the actions of his tongue. She found herself panting and uttering short nonsense syllables. When he slid in the first finger, her back arched off the bed, and he stopped everything.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," she panted. "Please, please don't stop."

He resumed and slid in a second finger while at the same time his other hand came up to stroke her breast. And the world stopped. Hermione would consider later that this must be why the French referred to orgasm as 'le petite mort.' In the moment, she simply rode the wave and shuddered through aftershocks. Ron came out from under the covers and lay beside her. Scandalously, he licked his fingers as he watched her come down.

She knew she should be embarrassed to lay there naked in front of him, flushed and completely relaxed, but she couldn't bring herself to even pull the sheet up until her flesh finally goose pimpled from the chill and she trembled from cold instead of passion. Ron reached over and pulled his wand off the nightstand and did a cleansing charm on both of them. Hermione stretched lazily and reached for her nightgown.

"I'll be right back," she told Ron, pulling the gown over her head as she headed for the loo.

When she came back, Ron was straightening the sheets and blankets. She couldn't help noticing how tented his shorts were.

"Hermione," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

She stood between his legs and he took her hands. "The next time we do this," he said, his voice very serious. "I promise we'll do it in the right order, you first, then me, and I'll go slow getting inside. I don't know what happened tonight, I just got so excited-"

"It was my fault," Hermione said, kneeling in front of him. "I came on too strong."

"No," Ron said. "No, not at all, I just wasn't expecting-I'm so sorry."

Hermione shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Let's forget that ever happened, and we'll start with the second time as our first time."

Ron grinned. "Liked that better, did you?"

Hermione could feel her face reddening, but she answered honestly. "Much."

"I really do love you," he said, his blue eyes serious again.

"I love you too," she said, pushing his fringe back from his eyes.

He leaned down and kissed her. She let her hands trail down his chest and stomach to the thin line of hair that disappeared into his pants.

She slipped her hand through the front flap and wrapped it around him. He broke the kiss gulping for air. She moved her hand, tracing his shape, watching him as she touched him. She tugged at the hem of his pants with her other hand. "Mind if I take these off?" she asked with a smile.

"Go ahead," his voice cracked like it hadn't done in ages. He stood to make it easier to get his pants off. When he sat back down she took him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and made sure to keep her teeth out of the way. Periodically, she looked up through a curtain of hair to see what he liked. His head was thrown back and his fists were clenched tight holding on to the sheets.

"Hermione, stop," he hissed. "Or I'm going to—"

She looked up at him again, but this time, he was looking down at her. Holding eye contact, she took him deeper. He told her later how sexy it was that she swallowed. She didn't mention it was either that or choke.

He sat back heavily on the bed. She sat next to him and curled her fingers through his.

"I didn't mean for you to do that," he said softly.

She looked at him.

"It was brilliant, much-he almost said 'much better than Lavender' but caught himself-more than I expected. I just wanted this time to be about you."

"We're not counting the first time, remember? Besides, I couldn't very well leave you in that state."

"You could have."

"But I didn't want to."

Ron leaned over and kissed her cheek. Then he turned her hand over in his and kissed the back of it. "You really are amazing. How did I get to be so lucky?"

"I suppose it was fated, really," Hermione said, smiling.

"How so?"

"You're the first boy I ever saw use his wand."

Ron laughed. "You're a bad girl."

Hermione grinned. "I don't know what you mean."