Xmas Toothpaste Smudge Kiss
The doorbell rang at the Burrow that Christmas, interrupting the caroling going on inside.
"Ginny! Get the door, dear," Mrs. Weasley ordered. The snow that suddenly swept inside brought Harry with it.
"There he is! Oh, I hope you're not too cold, Harry dear!"
"Hi, Mrs. Weasley." Harry gave her a hug, followed by Ginny, Ron and Hermione.
"Why didn't you let us know you were coming?" Mrs. Weasley fussed. "Hedwig didn't give us that much advance notice!"
"I couldn't. Dumbledore-"
"Oh, that man! But, what would we do without him?" the Weasley matriarch trailed off as she noticed Ron pointing at Hermione.
"You've, uh, gotta bit of toothpaste," he said sheepishly as Hermione glanced at him curiously. Before she could react, he had pecked her on the cheek. Hermione blinked in surprise before she glanced away, giggling. The toothpaste smudge was now on Ron's mouth. That was her favorite redhead, always trying to be clumsily helpful - but very rarely actually helping.
"Come on, Ronald, I'll help you wash it off," she laughed. Taking him by the hand, she led him into the nearest bathroom, closing the door behind them.
"Quick dab with a paper towel and you'll be right as rain," she said briskly. She opened the cupboard…which was bare. She looked under the sink. Still no paper towels. Then, she noticed there were no regular towels, either. "Your Mum must be doing them in the laundry. No matter. All you need is water." She turned on the tap, but nothing happened.
"I forgot! Dad had to turn the water off this morning to fix the water heater. He must have not reset it," Ron mentioned.
Hermione exhaled long and slowly. No towels, paper or otherwise. Not even water. There seemed to be only one way to get the toothpaste off. Do it as Ron had done for her.
"Come here," she said simply, beckoning him. When Ron came forward, she seized his face and brought his lips down against her own. She tasted the toothpaste immediately and made quick work of it, slipping her tongue against his mouth ever so slightly so that she could swallow it. Once she was satisfied it was gone, she unexpectedly noticed the other wonderful tastes of Ron's lips…
No, she had to focus. She quickly backed up, breaking the kiss. Her face was now permanently flushed and, oddly, she was breathing heavily.
"There," she exhaled. "It's gone…" She glanced up just in time to see Ron practically run into her; next second, they were in each other's arms. Ron was kissing her as though he had wanted to for ages, and Hermione was kissing him back just as desperately. She vaguely realized her feet were no longer on the ground, they were laced around Ron's waist. Her back was up against the bathroom wall, and she shivered with unleashed glee at the touch of Ron's hands upon her bum, holding her in place.
"Merlin!" Ron muttered as Hermione's head tipped back, allowing him access to the soft, creamy length of her neck.
"I need…you…to…" Hermione panted as she closed her eyes and let out a groan. Ron's body tightened at the earthy, very un-Hermione-ish sound.
"Ron, I need…you to….to touch me," she finished in a rush. "Please touch me." And she guided his hands from her bum and placed them on her breasts. Ron kneaded them as if he had been doing so all his life, and Hermione very nearly cried out. Boldly, she yanked the sky-blue tank top over her head and cast it aside, Ron moaned at the sight of her braless breasts. He now began to undo the ties on her blue-and-pink-striped pajama pants and slip them off. Hermione shook violently at this action. It felt so good. But, was she really ready to lose her virginity at 17, even if it was to the boy - no, man - she had loved since she was a little girl?
No. Suddenly, halting their make-out session, that last thought was given a voice.
"No," she breathed softly. "Ron, I'm sorry, but I'm not ready for this." To his eternal credit, Ron stopped at once and gave her a fleeting final kiss on the lips.
"I understand." Hermione beamed at him, finding an even higher level of respect for him as he ceded to her wishes without so much as a complaint. Their happiness was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley's screech:
"RON! HERMIONE! Where are you?! Does it really take that long to wipe off toothpaste?!"
"She'll have our heads if she finds us like this! Quick!" Ron frantically helped Hermione put her pajamas back on, and they raced out of the bathroom. They explained to Mrs. Weasley that they had been talking, and she seemed to belief them, to their relief.
