DISCLAIMER: Sadly I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, there would be an eigth book completely dedicated to Ron and Hermione. They deserve it. ;)
Chapter 6:
I pulled back the covers of the bed and got in next to Ron. His eyes were closed but I knew he was awake or else he'd be snoring.
"I wonder what thinks of me now", I said.
"She won't think of you any diffrently. She's walked in on Bill and Fleur twice and she didn't think any diffrently of Fleur", Ron said.
"She used to hate Fleur", I said.
"Yeah, well you're diffrent", Ron said. I snuggled up next to him and rested my hand on his chest.
"What do you mean?", I asked.
"Well for one, she's always liked you and I doubt she'd change her mind over something like that. By now she should know we've done more than kiss", Ron said.
"But until we came to the Burrow on Tuesday, we hadn't done anything more than make kiss", I replied.
"Well she should've thought that we did more than that", Ron replied, "Speaking of which, why now? When we're at my parents' house?"
"I don't really know", I replied truthfully.
"I wonder if she's really going to tell my dad", Ron muttered.
"Well if she thought we did more than kiss, surely your dad will think we did more. Therefore he'd understand the situation a little better. Men are more sex driven than women you know", I said.
"I beg to differ", Ron said, "I mean, who was the one who suggested it in the first place?"
"Well that was only because I figured you'd want to do something fun after spending your day out there where it's really hot", I lied. But how would it seem if I were to say, I wanted to shag you so you'd think about us progressing in our relationship. That sounded wrong and manipulative to me, so of course it would sound wrong to him.
"Well why didn't you just offer me a game of wizards chess or to go swimming by the lake or something like you usually do?", Ron asked.
"Well maybe because I didn't feel like going swimming with you. Maybe I just felt like shagging", I said.
"Which proves that women aren't the saints you claim to be. You're just as sex driven as a man. No wonder you liked to hang with the boys", Ron said jokingly. But I wasn't laughing. I was only getting angry.
I jumped up and turned on the light.
"What are you doing?", Ron asked. But I ignored him.
I crawled back on the bed and then onto him. I straddled him and kissed him as passionately as I could. I pulled away at least 30 seconds later.
"What was that for?", Ron asked.
"Do you want to shag me now?", I asked him.
"Yes", he replied.
"Ha! That proves that men are more sex driven than women. You could get randy off of a kiss. It would take a lot more than that for me", I said.
"Well that's not fair", Ron said.
"How?", I asked him.
"When it comes to you I'm randy all the time. It's not like I could help it you're gorgeous. Any man would get randy if you kissed them. Your beautiful", Ron said defensively. I smiled at him.
"Ron, I never thought I'd say this but, you are the sweetest guy ever", I said jokingly. I kissed him again. But this time the only thing I wanted to prove was how much I loved him.
"I love you Hermione", Ron said.
"I love you too", I replied.
He sat up and kissed me again. I began to run my fingers through his hair again. He broke the kiss.
"What is it with you and my hair?", he asked jokingly.
"I don't know, just don't ever cut it and our sex life will live forever", I replied. He smiled and I smiled back. Then we went back to kissing. But this time I broke it before either of us could enjoy it. I trailed kisses from the corner of his mouth to his jawline, and finally to his neck. He let out a small groan of pleasure. Iran my hand down his torso and then his boxers. I reached under them and grabbed his cock and gripped it tightly. Causing him to groan even louder. I kissed him again, vigorously. I nibbled at his bottom lip and glided my tongue across his.
I stroked his cock and wiped a little bit of pre cum off of the tip of it. I pulled out my hand from his boxers and licked it off my fingers. He moaned a little and kissed me again.
"Lie down", he said. I followed his command and lied down. He straddled me and ran his hands up my shirt and cupped my breasts in his hands causing my spine to shiver. He took his hand off my left breast and ran it down to my pussy and under my knickers and began to rub his fingers over my clit. I moaned his name and ranmy fingers through his hair again. I tugged at it and he lifted his head.
"Come here", I said. He took took his hand from under my knickers and looked at me.
"What? You didn't like it?", Ron asked.
"No I didn't like it, I loved it", I said to him, "I just wanted to kiss you again."
He smiled and pressed his lips against mine. Our tongues kept colliding but it was okay because I could still taste him.
Suddenly we heard the door open to reveal a tired looking Mr. Weasley.
"Ron, Hermione I- oh my", said. He didn't look tired anymore. Just panic stricken.
"Dad!", Ron said jumping up. I jumped up too.
"Er, maybe I'll come back some other time", said. And with that he shut the door.
I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Can't a girl have a full shag session without being interrupted?
The door opened again. It was still Mr. Weasley. Again.
"We need to talk", said.
"I know what you're going to say dad. Respect this house and Hermione. And from now on keep what we do intimately private", Ron said. hesitated for a moment.
"I'm glad we had this talk son", said, and left the room.
Ron and I stayed silent for a second.
"I guess we should just go to sleep now, huh?", Ron asked. I nodded and got into bed. He lied down next to me and stared up at the ceiling.
"What's wrong?", I asked.
"I'm sick of getting interrupted when I'm shagging you", Ron said. I gave him a small kiss and straddled him again.
"Well at least we had a good time, right?", I asked.
"Absolutely", Ron said.
"So now that we know everyone's asleep, we can finish what we started right?", I asked. He sat up and grinned at me.
"Yeah, now that you bring it up", Ron said.
"Hey Ron?", I asked. He was already beginning to suck my neck.
"Yeah?", Ron muttered.
"I just realized something", I said.
"What", he asked.
"We're not virgings anymore", I said. It was true. Ron had officially taken away my sexual innocence.
"Well you aren't", said Ron.
"What?", I asked. He pulled away for a moment.
"I didn't lose my virginity today", Ron said.
"What do you mean", I asked.
"In sixth year. Lavender and I-er- we might've shagged a couple of times in sixth year", Ron said. He tried to continue leaving his imprint on my neck but I pulled away.
"You what?", I asked.
"I shagged Lavender in sixth year", Ron said.
I froze. I had never considered that. And now that I thought about it, it made sense. They did date for months, and he and I weren't talking.
"Are you mad?", Ron asked. I was. But I wanted to know more so I wasn't going to tell him.
"What else did you and her do?", I asked.
"Nothing. That's the most we ever did. Honestly 'Mione. Are you mad at me?", Ron asked. I shook my head, my truthfully I was furious.
I felt like somone punched me in the stomach. I knew it was the past and he couldn't change it. And I couldn't either. Which was the worst part of it all. Images of the two of them shagging flashed through my head. It made me feel sick to my stomach. Just knowing that his cock, the same one I put in my mouth, and he put in my vagina- was the same cock that was in Lavender's filfthy mouth and Lavender's crotch!
He tried to put his arm around me, but I pulled away without really thinking. I lied down and turned away from him, and scooted away from him as far as possible without falling off.
"Hermione you can't honestly be upset with me for something that happened so long ago?", Ron said. I knew he was looking at me for a reply, but I didn't respond.
Once he realised I was ignoring him, he groaned and turned around and lied down.
He was right. I shouldn't be mad at him for being a teenage boy. And I wasn't. The main reason I was so upset with him was just the thought that he was willing to shag Lavender within the several months he and her were dating, and it took the both of us fourteen years of friendship and two and a half years of dating to get to that point.
So how could I expect him to want to want to marry me now?
That question ran through my head all night. At one point, I even got up and went into Ginny's room and slept in my old bed.
I knew it was unfair to be upset with him for something like that but I couldn't help it. I was hurt.
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Sincerely,
Jay