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After a few moments, I felt the need for more than snuggling. I pulled out my wand again, and set a silencing spell on the door. I looked at Ron, and saw him smiling to himself as he reached for my arm, pulling me close. We were both smiling as our lips met in a tender kiss. We continued like that for a few minutes, when suddenly, Ron lost control. The kiss intensified, and Ron's hands went around to my back, and unzipped it smoothly. It slid off my body as soon as it was completely unzipped, and I stood there in my red pantie set. Ron stared intensely at my nearly naked body, as he removed his suit jacket and tie. I sauntered over to him and... helped. I grabbed his dress shirt and ripped the sides apart, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Someone who didn't know me as well as Ron, someone who only saw the professional lawyer side, would think this very out of character for me. Ron knew better. He chuckled, peeling the shirt off his shoulders.
"You just love tearing my clothes off me." I smirked at him. "I gotta tell you, love. It makes me randy." He accompanied this statement with an eyebrow wiggle, and I couldn't stop my laughter.
"That's going to be your favorite word now, is it?" I asked Ron, remembering that Mrs. Wick had used it earlier.
"Hell yes! It's the best description of how you make me feel." He leaned closer to me, as if there was someone else who could possibly hear him, and taunted, "And I'm sure that it makes you..." He slid his hand under my panties and found my wetness "Hot." I groaned as he slid one finger into my body. He slowly pumped in and out, and I moaned out a plea for more. Ron added a second finger, but didn't increase his speed, or come near my clit.
"Ron!" I pulled his head down by the hair for a kiss. He kissed back, but refused to speed up. "Enough teasing!" I shouted at him, secure in the knowledge that no one from the party could hear us. Ron chuckled deep in his chest, but continued to move slowly. I was getting supremely pissed now. I yanked his hair hard, and he looked at me, amusement deep in his eyes. "I. Want. It. Now." Ron stared into my eyes for a moment.
"Finally." He muttered, whipping himself out of his pants as he pushed my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them quickly, took a deep breath to calm myself down again somewhat, and spread my legs, ready for Ron. Instead of thrusting in straight away, he slapped his cock against my pussy. I shuddered in response to the tease, and whimpered. "You want it Hermione?" He asked me. I nodded my head and waited for his entrance. He softly slapped my cheek with his hand. Not enough to hurt, or even feel warm, really, but enough to get my attention. He definitely had the attention of my temper. I growled at him, unreasonably mad about the slap, and saw the lust bloom on his face as he thrust hard into my body.
"UHHH! I groaned loudly, scraping my nails down his back. Ron pounded his cock into me, going as fast as we ever had. We were usually only this rough with each other after... oh. "Ron!" He didn't respond, although I shouldn't have expected him to, in any other way than groaning his appreciation at me. "Honey, wait." Ron slowed, then finally stopped, his body almost vibrating from holding back.
"Dear God, Mione, please don't make me stop!" He begged. I smiled a little, despite the lust ravaging my system as well.
"Never, love. I just wanted to ask, did you make me wait so I would get mad again?"
"Bloody Hell, Mione! You stopped me to ask a question that you definitely knew the answer to?" He seemed beyond frustrated with me, and started to move again. "Yes, love. I did. Ung. You had calmed yourself after your argument," Panting "while I still had a throbbing hard on caused by the way you handled Robbie. I- Oh God! I needed to get you hotter." Ron ended his statement with a groan, pushing me into orgasm.
"Ron!" I shouted out, coming. He slowed his thrusts, grinding against me with every push in, helping to extend my orgasm. When it finally ended, Ron started thrusting hard again.
"One more, baby." I groaned in denial, but could feel the familiar feeling spreading again. I tightened around him, but Ron continued to move, wanting me to come again. Which I did, damn him. I came so hard that I couldn't make any noise. I just writhed soundlessly until Ron finally succumbed to his own orgasm. "God Mione!" We stayed locked together long after we had stopped shuddering. Ron stroked my hair, and I clung to him, still feeling aftershocks of the earth-shattering orgasms. "Sorry about the slap, baby." He whispered softly.
"It's okay. I think I did need it. It wouldn't have been as good if I had been less angry." I sighed into his chest. "It didn't hurt anyway." I paused for a minute. "Don't do it again without asking though." I told him. He chuckled into my hair.
"Okay." We sat in silence for more time.
"Ron?" I sleepily asked.
"Yeah Mione?"
"Will it always be like this?" He chuckled softly, and pulled out of my body.
"Bloody Hell, I hope so." I smiled against his chest, then raised my lips up to his for a quick kiss.
"I love you Ron." I said, feeling free. Ron smiled, and I could see the love so very clearly in his eyes. It had always been there, I had just never been able to name it, because I was too insecure to realize his feelings for me. I wasn't now.
"I love you too, Hermione." He kissed me once more, then we went about picking up our scattered clothes and putting them back on our bodies. In less than ten minutes, we were more or less presentable. I knew my hair was insane, and probably looked like it was eating my head, but I figured no one would really notice. Ron and I held hands, and I removed the charm from the door, unlocked it, and we rejoined the party. We mingled, fulfilling our duty. I heard many, "Why Hermione, how nicely you've grown up"'s throughout the night, and received them all with grace, even though it was starting to rather annoy me. I had a feeling that the sudden decision that I was now attractive had more to do with Ron by my side than any actual change on my part. We finally made the rounds to the youngest set of dentists in the room, Eric and Stanley, two best friends. I had purposely put off talking to them, knowing what would for sure happen when we did. I introduced them to Ron, after we had greeted each other.
"I'm Ron Weasley." He said. Eric and Stanley were both 26, fresh out of dentistry school, and were a bit immature. I had known them for years, since both their parents were also dentists who worked in the same office as my parents.
"Hermione, nice catch you've got here." Stanley winked at me, and I blushed slightly. Eric put his arms around me.
"Now, Hermione, since you're back from that fancy private school you've been going to for years, you ready to take us up on your promise?" I glanced at Ron, and saw that he was seething with jealousy. Rats. I hadn't wanted this to happen.
"I made that promise when I was 14 and didn't know what it was yet." I said, avoiding the name of what they were implying.
"Now now, Hermione. No shame in calling it what it is." Eric winked at Ron and Ron flushed an even deeper red.
"Yeah, Hermione. Being our bj slave for life isn't that bad." I was so going to kill Stanley. At least, if Ron didn't do it first.
"What?" Ron asked, glaring at the boys.
"Ron, relax." He looked down at me, and I hastily explained. "I lost a bet with them when I was 14. They bet Stanley could name more medical terms than me." I rolled my eyes, and Ron smirked slightly, knowing I have never been able to turn down a challenge. "Stanley won, and they told me I had to be their bj slave for life. I didn't know what it was," I glared at them, still feeling a little sore about being cheated, "And they would never collect anyway." Ron looked like he didn't believe my assurances.
"And why wouldn't they collect, Mione? You're gorgeous, and smart, and hell, you are a queen- oof!" I elbowed him to get him to stop talking, knowing that any information in their hands could be disastrous.
"They bat for the other team, Ron." I said. He looked confused, and I realized he had probably not heard that term before.
"We're gay." Stanley smirked at Ron, and Ron's face went blank for about two seconds. Then he laughed in relief.
"Wow. I was worried I was going to end up killing them for trying to take advantage of you as a kid, then spend the rest of my life locked up away from you." He grinned at the boys. "I think I like you guys."
"I think you found a good one Hermione." Eric mussed my hair.
"Yeah." Stanley added. "Did you notice how he got to call her Mione? What was it she said to us if we ever called her that?" Stanley pretended to think, and as I blushed, Eric snapped his fingers as though suddenly recalling.
"I remember! It was, "If you two prats EVER call me that again, I will kill you, and make it look as though wild animals caused your deaths."" Eric used a sad imitation of my voice, but it made Ron laugh. All three boys then went back and forth, telling 'hilarious' stories about me. Finally, at a quarter to 12, the party started to break up. I had to say that I was glad. I was starting to drag. Ron kept his arm around me as we said goodbye to everyone with my parents. Once all the guests were gone, I asked my parents to go into the other room, so that I could magically clean the house. Even though they knew I was a witch, I would still get in trouble for using magic around them. With the house magically clean, Ron and I bid goodbye, and apparated to just down the road from our flat.
Hi Readers! Once again, it seems like I can only post late at night! My days are so busy with work and school and babysitting, and such! I was thinking about doing a poll, once I finish this story and my twilight story, for which story I should write next. I'm not sure. All of you are welcome to send me your ideas, and if I see a feasible was to use it, I will. One or two more chapters for this story, then it will be done!!! Yay! Thanks for reading!!! It makes me really happy!