Let's see what happens with Morgana!
Chapter 16
Success
Wednesday, 30th July 2003
It was almost ten o'clock when Ron walked into his office the next morning. The visit to his cousin Ophelia had taken him almost an hour, and though upon arriving at his flat he had eaten some dinner, took a quick shower and jumped straight into bed, sleep hadn't come easily. His mind had been plagued with thoughts of Hermione, the way they had worked together or how amazing she had been with Morgana.
Exhaustion had won, eventually, and then he had slept for eleven straight hours, knowing he didn't have to come early. However, once he had woken up, he hadn't been able to stay in bed, eager to know how Hermione and Morgana had spent the night.
The first thing he did after sitting down on his chair and checking his mail was to send Hermione a memo asking her whether she was free and if they could meet.
To his surprise, instead of replying, she appeared on his door barely ten minutes later.
"Hi," she said, walking into his office. "How are you? Did you rest?"
"Yeah," he nodded. He took a good look at her and his brows furrowed in concern. "What about you? You look tired."
"It was a rough night," she admitted, dropping onto one of the chairs.
"Morgana?"
She nodded again. "Nightmares. Quite a few of them. I think I spent half the night in her room."
"Well, it's understandable, I guess," said Ron sadly. "And she was comfortable with you being in her room?"
"Hard to say," answered Hermione. "She has trouble voicing her needs. She probably thinks it makes her weak or something like that. But in the end, she had no one else."
"Yeah, I wonder if she ever saw another person that weren't her parents."
Hermione shrugged. "I tried to avoid that particular subject. I ordered pizza for dinner, which she loved," she told him, smiling, and he chuckled, "and we talked about safe topics, like her hobbies or other things she liked. We even watched TV for a bit, and she was quite astonished about it. There was a TV in the house they were occupying, but neither she nor her parents touched, not knowing how it worked. I also told her pizza was a Muggle recipe, and I think all that shook her a little, seeing real proof that Muggles are not inferior beings despite not having magic."
"Yeah, I can imagine. It'll be good for her, though, all this culture shock."
"I think so, too," nodded Hermione. "By the way, I talked to Lewis a few minutes ago, and the date of the trial has been set: this Friday at half past eleven. The deal with the Canadian Ministry is sorted, too, so they will be extradited on Monday or Tuesday."
"Good."
"Did you talk to your cousin?"
"Yes, and she's interested. She was a bit discouraged at first by the fact the girl is practically a teenager — she's always wanted a baby — but in the end she seemed to like the idea. She felt bad for her and, besides, she had lost hope she would ever get to adopt a child, so she's willing to meet her and see how it goes. I told her to think about it overnight, and to be here by twelve o'clock if she still wants to meet her."
"That's excellent news, Ron!" exclaimed Hermione, grinning. "I hope it all goes well and Morgana and she get along."
"And that she wants to be separated from you," added Ron with a smile.
She returned it shyly. "Yes, that too. To be honest, I even contemplated adopting her myself, but I'm too young, and I have no time. She needs a mother, and I'd be more like an old sister, if anything. Your cousin has your Mum to help her, and I can't imagine anyone more maternal."
"Well, she had plenty of practice," joked Ron.
"Who had plenty of practice in what?" asked Harry, making Ron and Hermione to turn their heads towards the open door.
"Hey, Mate," said Ron.
"Good morning, Harry."
"Good morning."
"We were discussing Morgana," explained Hermione. "Ron's cousin Ophelia seems to want to adopt her."
"That's good news," nodded Harry, sitting on the other chair. "Where is she, by the way?"
"In my office," responded Hermione. "I didn't think leaving her at my flat would be a good idea, and she didn't like it, either. So she's there, sitting on the floor of my office and reading those comics Ron lent her."
Ron laughed. "I knew she'd end up loving them."
"They're funny," nodded Harry. Then his face turned grim. "Have you told her the trial will be on Friday?"
"Yes. She simply nodded and kept reading — or pretending to, at least."
"Poor girl. Bastards as the Coulthards are, they're her parents. And once they're extradited it might be years until she sees them again. Maybe until she turns seventeen."
Those last words made something click in Ron's mind, and he looked at Harry.
"Talking about age, are we on for a few drinks tomorrow after work to celebrate your birthday?" he asked. "I mean, with all this shit about the Coulthards we didn't make any plans."
"Yeah, we'll go to the Leaky," nodded Harry. "It'll be fun."
"Oh, right, your birthday is on the thirty-first!" exclaimed Hermione. "Well, happy birthday, in case I don't get to see you tomorrow, Harry."
"You know when my birthday is?" asked Harry, surprised.
Ron rolled his eyes at his friend. "And who doesn't?"
"Shut up, prat."
"Shame it falls on a workday, right?" smiled Hermione.
"Oh, I don't mind," replied Harry dismissively. "We'll have a few drinks with friends, and then we'll celebrate it this Sunday at The Burrow. Ginny's birthday is on the eleventh, and as we'll be on holiday by then, Molly will throw a joint birthday party for us." He gave her a pointed stared. "You'll come, of course."
"Er — what?"
"Well, Percy will be back on Sunday, right? You must come. I know it might seem impossible, but the food will be even better than usual."
"I'm sure it will, but I wasn't planning —"
"No excuses," stated Harry firmly, raising a hand. "You've got to come. Ginny would kill me if I didn't invite you. Besides, this way you can meet Charlie. He'll be in the country just for a week. And Sirius, my godfather. He's been on a trip for a few weeks but came back yesterday and will also be there."
"Sounds amazing, really, but I haven't talked with Percy about this, and —"
"Well, you're talking to us." He looked at Ron. "Tell her she must come, Ron."
"Yeah, of course, you've gotta come," nodded Ron, trying to sound normal.
Harry checked his watch. "Well, I must go. Ron, there's a meeting in ten minutes to sort out new assignments. Will you attend?"
"Yeah. My cousin won't be here until twelve."
"Okay. See you in a moment, then. Goodbye, Hermione."
"Goodbye, Harry."
The moment Harry left the office, Hermione buried her face in her hands and exhaled. "Oh, gods," she moaned, shaking her head. She lifted her face to look at Ron. "Why do I keep getting entangled in your family's celebrations?" she asked sadly. "I feel so guilty, Ron. Everyone treats me like I am one of you, but I'm not. It'll only make them angrier at me once I break up with Percy. And I can't pretend everything's fine for another lunch! I'll end up getting sick!"
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he said, contrite. "It's my fault for bringing up the subject. I didn't expect him to invite you to the party."
"I can't invent an excuse, can't I?" she asked with a pleading look.
"You can try, but Mum has been planning this party for weeks," said Ron, secretly hoping she wouldn't try to avoid coming. He could understand her discomfort, of course, but he had got so accustomed at her presence at Sunday lunches, and he knew something would be missing if she wasn't there. Yeah, soon she would stop coming at all, but Ron tried not to think about that and what her breaking with Percy would mean for them.
She got up, letting out a sigh. "Well, it's fate, I suppose. But whatever happens, I'm breaking up with Percy afterwards. I can't keep going on like this."
Ron just nodded.
"Come to my office once your cousin is here, will you?"
"I will."
"See you later, Ron," she said a bit dejectedly, and then left.
Ron stared at the open door for a bit, lost in thoughts of her, then got up to go to the meeting.
— o —
"Are you completely convinced of this?" Ron asked Ophelia as they arrived at Hermione's office. "This is the last chance."
Ophelia let out a sigh of impatience. "Yes, Ronald, for the umpteenth time, I'm completely, absolutely sure. Can we go in now? I really want to meet that girl," she said with obvious eagerness.
"Yes, yes. Just remember, Morgana is quite smart, be as honest as possible to her. If she thinks you're lying about something, she won't trust you."
"Okay."
Ron looked at Mrs Leatherskin, who was watching them. "Can you tell Hermione Granger I'm here with Ophelia Prewett?"
Hermione must have told her that she was waiting for them, because she didn't make any comment or face and just informed Hermione at once.
"Go in."
Ron opened the door and entered the office. Hermione was getting up. He gave her a smile, which she returned. Then turned to the left, towards the small sitting area on the corner that had to sofas and a small table. The table had been moved away, and Morgana was sitting on the floor, on top of the rug, comics spread all around her. She looked up at him with curiosity, but also certain wariness.
"Hi, Morgana," he said brightly. "How are you?"
"I'm okay," she said nonchalantly, though she certainly looked tired. He heard his cousin step into the office behind him, and Morgana's eyes quickly shifted from him to her. He glanced at Ophelia and saw she was studying Morgana with the same interest.
He took a couple of steps to the side. "This is my cousin Ophelia Prewett," he introduced. "Ophelia, these are Hermione Granger and Morgana Coulthard."
"Pleased to meet you," said Hermione, giving her a smile and stretching out her hand. Ophelia took it and shook it firmly, grinning at her.
"So you're Percy's girlfriend, right?" she asked conversationally.
"Yes, yes, I am," said Hermione, trying to hide her discomfort at the question.
"And you're Morgana," said Ophelia, turning to look at the girl.
"Yeah," she said, her tone guarded.
"I get Ron explained everything to you?" asked Hermione, adopting her most professional voice.
"Yes, he did," confirmed Ophelia.
"Perfect. Basically, you two need to talk to each other, to see if you really want to try living together and parent and child. I want to make it very clear that, if one of you doesn't want to, then there's no deal, understood?"
"Perfectly," responded Ophelia. Morgana just nodded.
"Okay, I'd give you privacy, but a Ministry official must be present," explained Hermione apologetically. "Sorry for that. Please, act as if I weren't here."
"It's okay," said Ophelia, giving her a smile.
Hermione went back to her chair, and Ron moved one of those in front of her desk to sit next to her. Fortunately, Hermione's office was rather spacious.
Ophelia, meanwhile, sat on the couch next to the front wall. "I see you like Martin Miggs," she commented to break the ice.
Morgana looked up at her. "You want to be my mother," she replied rather bluntly. "Why?"
"Well," said Ophelia, caught by surprise. "I've always wanted to have children, but, unluckily, I couldn't, and —"
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why couldn't you have children?" inquired the girl.
Ophelia hesitated for a moment, pondering what to say, then her expression saddened. "My husband died in a tragic accident," she explained, the pain evident in her voice, "and I lost the child we were expecting. The healers told me I wouldn't ever have children of my own. But I really wanted them, so I decided to adopt. I've been waiting for years, so when Ron told me you needed a parent —"
"I already have parents," Morgana cut in.
"I know," said Ophelia, trying to sound composed. "And I want you to know that I don't intend to replace them, Morgana. But you need a parent figure, and I've always wanted to have a daughter. We've both lost people we loved, though in different ways, and I think we could be good to each other. I know that a parent-child relationship is a bond that will take time to develop, but I'm really willing to try."
"But you don't want me," argued Morgana. "You just want a child. I just happen to be the first one available."
Ophelia opened her mouth, seeking for an appropriate reply.
"She's sharp, Morgana," commented Ron in a low voice.
"You've got no idea," muttered Hermione in response.
"It's true that you — well, that you're the first one available," they heard Ophelia say after a bit. "To be completely honest, though, I always imagined adopting a baby, but, despite you being almost a teenager, I really want to get to know you. And, it by the end of the day we have nothing in common, or we aren't sure of this, we just part ways. We've got nothing to lose, and much to gain, don't you think?"
"You have a choice," replied Morgana. "But I don't, not really. I mean, if I don't want you, then what?" she asked. "If I had a say, I'd rather stay with Hermione."
Ophelia looked at Hermione, who blushed a bit. "Morgana, I told you, I'm not ready to be the parent figure you need," she said, her tone apologetic. "I can be your friend, even an older sister of sorts, but that's not what you need right now. Besides, I'm very busy, you'd be alone most of the time."
"I don't mind that," said Morgana.
"I know this is hard for you," intervened Ophelia, "and that we've just met, but I really believe this can work. You seem to be a smart girl, capable and resourceful, but you're still a child. And I promise to take care of you, and, above everything, to never abandon you."
Morgana looked at the floor, thoughtful.
"This should be supervised by a social worker," Hermione told Ron in a whisper. "It would make things much smoother. But there's nothing like that in the Ministry."
"I think you're doing fine," replied Ron. Then, after a moment, he asked, "Muggle have those, don't they? Social workers?"
"Yes."
"Why don't we train our own?" he suggested. "I mean, they could learn from the Muggles. You could add that to your proposal."
She gave him the most radiant smile. "Ron, that's a wonderful idea! I had already included the addition of a new office for social working, but making them learn from Muggles — that's brilliant! Why didn't I think of it?"
"Thanks," he said, feeling a bit taller at her compliments, and had to remind himself that they were not alone in the office to stop himself from snogging her. He turned his head towards Morgana and Ophelia to get those thoughts out of his head.
"Will you get me more Martin Miggs comics?" asked Morgana, rather bluntly.
The question caught Ophelia a bit by surprise, but she nodded. "Yes, if you like them."
"You can keep those," interjected Ron.
Morgana turned her head to look at him. "Really?"
"Yeah. I don't need them anymore. In fact, I'll give you my entire collection, I've got at least another forty or so. They're a bit worn-out, because I inherited many of them from my brothers, but they're readable."
"You truly don't mind giving them to me?" Morgana asked, clearly surprised.
"Nah. Besides, if you end up living with Ophelia, you'll be like my cousin, and well, family gives gifts to each other. So you can consider those your first gift from your cousin Ron."
Morgana looked at the comics, then at Ophelia, then at Ron.
"What if I don't want to live with her?"
"You can still keep them."
Morgana looked at the comics again, her expression pensieve. Her mouth twitched a bit. It was as if she wanted to say something but didn't know what or how.
Ophelia put a hand on her shoulder. "I think the word you're looking for is 'thanks,' dear," she said softly.
"Thanks," said Morgana, the word sounding a bit strange coming from her. "Thanks, Ron."
Ophelia smiled.
"What about school?" asked then Morgana, addressing Ophelia again. "Will you force me to go?"
"You don't want to go?"
Morgana shrugged. "I don't like the idea much."
"Well, school is not mandatory, so I could teach you at home if you wanted, but I think you'd enjoy school. My time at Hogwarts was one of the best of my life."
"But what if I don't like the other children?"
"You won't like some," said Ophelia. "But you'll find one, or a few, that you will like, and once you do, you won't be able to imagine your life without them."
"Like Ron and Harry Potter?"
Ophelia smiled at him. "Yes, like Ron and Harry Potter."
"I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow," intervened Hermione. "And if you don't feel ready to go to school come September, we can arrange something. Maybe you could attend some classes but don't stay in the school until you feel comfortable to do so."
Ophelia nodded. "That sounds right. I'm sure Dumbledore will be okay with that. He's always been determined to help every child to learn magic, no matter the circumstances."
Morgana seemed to think about it, though she didn't look convinced. She looked at Hermione. "And if I decide to go live with her, could I still see you?" she asked.
Hermione was touched by the question. "Of course you can. Whenever you need anything, or if you just want to chat, you can call me."
Morgana nodded, visibly relieved.
"Would you like to go out for lunch?" suggested Ophelia, looking at all of them. "We can go to Diagon Alley. My treat," she added. "You can tell Percy as well, if you want," she told Hermione. "It's been a while since last time I've seen him."
"Er — Percy is abroad, on a work trip," explained Hermione.
"Ah. Well, the four of us, then? Can you come, Ronald?"
"Yeah, I think I can. Can you wait for half an hour or so?"
"No problem."
About forty minutes later, the four of them were walking along Diagon Alley, which Morgana seemed to love. At first she looked a bit uncomfortable among so many people, but soon her curiosity won and she enjoyed peering through the shop windows, marvelled at everything in display. But no other shop had as much an impact on her as Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Ron suggested they go in, and soon Morgana was overwhelmed by the noises and the displays of magic. George was in Hogsmeade, but Fred was there, and Ron took him aside for a few minutes to explain to him who Morgana was.
"It's amazing that you are trying to help her," said Fred, sincerely impressed.
"Yeah."
"And it is no less amazing how well you seem to get along with Hermione now," he added with a smirk. "Remember what you told me that first Sunday she came to The Burrow?"
"Yeah, I do," Ron growled. "Bad first impression, that's all."
Fred laughed. "Understatement of the century."
"Shut up, Fred."
Fred laughed again, then watched Morgana for a bit. "Know what? I'll let her choose anything she likes. For free."
"Really?"
"Yeah. We make an exorbitant amount of money with this shop, the less I can do is to use part of it to help those in need, right? As long as you don't mind, being an investor and all that."
Ron raised an eyebrow at him.
"What? I wanted your opinion," Fred declared, his voice full of mirth.
"You two never ask my opinion on anything you do, git. But it doesn't matter in this case because I think it's a great idea."
Morgana was shocked, but delighted, when Fred told her she could take anything she wanted.
They got out ten minutes later, carrying a large bag with several items from the shop and headed for the restaurant.
Lunch went smoothly. Morgana seemed much happier and open after a couple of hours outside. She ate with good appetite and talked quite a lot. Ron and Hermione shared a few glances, glad that she seemed to be warming up to Ophelia, who seemed completely hooked on the girl's cleverness and sharp intelligence.
Once back at the Ministry, Hermione made Ophelia and Morgana sit down in front of her desk.
"Well, have you made a decision?" she asked them. "If you choose to go along with this, then you'll live together for a trial period of one month. After that month, you can decide whether to formalise the adoption, or go your separate ways."
Ophelia nodded. "I want this," she declared vehemently.
Morgana didn't say anything for a few moments, but then nodded as well. "Okay, let's try," she said.
Ophelia beamed at her.
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Hermione happily. She opened a folder and took a couple of parchments. I need you both to sign this agreement. Once that's done, you'll have temporary custody of Morgana, Ophelia."
They both signed, and the parchments flashed briefly, acknowledging the magically binding contract.
"We can go home, then?" asked Ophelia.
Hermione nodded. "Yes. I'll pop into my flat to get Morgana's things, then I'll accompany you, if you don't mind."
"Not at all."
"Well, I must go back to work as well," announced Ron. "Morgana, I'll visit you later today or tomorrow to give you the rest of my comic collection."
The girl gave him a small smile. "Thanks."
Ron wandered back to his office, deep in thought. It was almost incredible, the way things had turned out. Just thirty-six hours before, Morgana was in a path that would, most likely, end with her becoming a criminal. Now she was starting a new life, and though she wasn't out of danger yet, she had a good chance.
And all thanks to Hermione. Ron was still amazed at how their conversations about her proposal had changed his own views, and how that change meant hope for this girl.
He was still thinking about her when he reached Harry's office, who was revising a few reports.
"How did it go?" he asked with interest.
"They both agreed to try living together," answered Ron. "Morgana will move to Ophelia's this afternoon to start the trial period."
"That's fantastic!" exclaimed Harry.
"Yeah, it's pretty good."
"You've done something great, Mate," said Harry, grinning at him proudly.
"It was all Hermione."
"That's not true. You took pity on that girl, despite what she did to Isolde and did everything you could to ensure she would get a chance at a better life."
"She was just a child."
"I think Hermione is a good influence on you," blurted out Harry.
"What? Why do you say that?"
Harry shrugged. "It's obvious, at least to me."
"Yeah, well, are we going to revise those reports about cursed objects in Oxfordshire?" Ron replied, wanting to change the subject.
Harry looked at him, as if seizing him up.
"What?" asked Ron. "Have I grown another head?"
"No. But — I don't know, I think that —" Harry started to say, but Ron didn't let him finish.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, can we get on with this? I wanna go home early."
"Well, your grumpiness hasn't changed," commented Harry, throwing a folder at him.
"Idiot."
"Prat."
— o —
Later that afternoon, Ron had just finished getting dressed after a long shower when the Floo activated and Hermione's head appeared among the flames.
"Hi," she said.
"Hey," responded Ron, dropping onto the couch in front of her.
"I just wanted to tell you that Morgana has already moved into your cousin's. She's got a nice house, I think Morgana liked it."
"Good," said Ron. "Tomorrow I'll get the rest of my comics and take them to her."
She smiled. "That's really nice of you, Ron."
Ron shrugged. "I haven't read those in a long time."
"Still."
Silence fell between them.
"Well, that was all. I'll —"
"Do you want a cup of tea?" he blurted out quickly.
She stared up at him, almost hesitant, but then her face broke into a bright smile. "Yes, that would be nice."
She stepped into his flat, still in her work robes and followed Ron into the kitchen.
"So you have your flat again just to yourself," commented Ron as he put the kettle on.
"Yes."
"How was your brief incursion into parenthood?" he asked teasingly, smiling lopsidedly at her.
"Well, I wouldn't call it that, but, if you want to know, I'd say — challenging."
"Challenging."
Hermione nodded. "Yes. Especially due to her nightmares."
"Yeah, it's awful dealing with that," he said sombrely, thinking of Harry.
Hermione, who knew nothing about that, gave him a curious look.
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind. What would you have done if my cousin hadn't wanted to take her in?" he inquired with genuine interest, changing the subject.
Hermione sighed. "I don't know. I suppose I could have kept her with me for a few days. But what I told her is true, Ron: I'm not ready to be a parent of any kind." She shook he head. "I thought a lot about it last night, that we should be ready for cases like this in the future. We can't depend on just someone agreeing to take people in. So I added to the proposal a plan to create a database of shelter houses, families that would be willing to take children in when needed."
"And how would that work? People would sign in?"
"Exactly. This way, when another case like Morgana's comes up, those children will have a place to go, even if it's not a definitive one."
Ron nodded as he grabbed the kettle and began to pour tea into two cups. "Sounds like a good idea."
"But the proposal must be approved first, and it'll take time to implement everything in it. Months, if not years. The same to train social workers. Let's hope we don't have another case like Morgana's until then. Well, of course I hope we never need any of this, but, well, if there is, hopefully it'll happen when we're ready. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done if not for Ophelia. I'm so relieved you knew she wanted to adopt."
"To be honest, the first option that came to my mind were my own parents," confessed Ron. "It was thinking of them that I remembered Ophelia."
"Your parents?"
"Yeah. As you said, Morgana needs a Mum, and I can't think of anyone better than mine."
"Yes, your Mum and Dad are amazing," agreed Hermione, her expression a bit sad. "You think they would have taken her in?"
"I'm sure. I think Mum finds The Burrow a bit lonely these days, even though she's got Victoire there almost on a daily basis while Bill and Fleur work."
Hermione smiled. "I can't imagine a better place to grow."
"That's because you never had to live with Fred and George," joked Ron, and she laughed.
They moved back to the living room and sat on the couch, taking sips of their tea.
"I want to thank you again," she said, putting her cup down. "You were amazing with her, Ron. I know she's got issues, Morgana, but I really think we saved her. And by doing that, we might have put in motion the changes that might save many more in the future."
"I told you, you inspired me. I probably wouldn't have reacted the same way a few months ago."
Hermione blushed a bit at the compliment, but gave him a bright, tender smile. "But you helped me shape my ideas. Yes, I think Morgana is the perfect example that my proposal can do much good, but you gave it perspective. We want to save her, and others like her, but we can't forget she's dangerous, and we need to be prepared for tough cases. Morgana will visit a mind healer at St Mungo's once a week at least until she starts school to make sure she receives proper help if needed. And the professors at Hogwarts must be informed of her circumstances and keep an eye on her as well. We don't want another Daniel Asphalose."
"No, we don't."
"And that's thanks to you," she stated vehemently, looking at him intensely.
He managed to take his eyes away from hers. "I guess," he mumbled humbly.
"It's not a guess, it's the truth. You're an amazing man, Ron. Really."
Something awakened inside him at her compliment. He stared into her brown, beautiful eyes, and the connection became almost magical, flooding him with warmth.
And before he could think about what he was going to do, he was kissing her. Ardently.
And she responded with equal passion.
"Fuck, I want you. I want you so fucking much," he whispered against her lips.
"Me too," she replied between frantic kisses. "I shouldn't. I should go home, but I — I can't."
They stared into each other's eyes once more, their mouths separated by barely an inch.
"What do you want, then?" he asked her, his tone husky.
"I want you, Ron. I want you to fuck me the way — Mmmphhhh!" her words were muffled by his mouth taking possession of hers. They snogged and snogged. They moved until Hermione was lying on her back and Ron was on top of her, his hands caressing her sides.
"Too many clothes," he growled. "Take 'em off!"
She put her hands on his chest and pushed. Ron got to his knees, and they stared into each other's eyes as her chest heaved. Then she moved her fingers to her buttons and began to undo them quickly. Ron watched, mesmerised, as the blouse underneath was revealed, then her skirt. She sat up and flung the robes away. At once, Ron pounced on her, kissing her again. He grabbed both sides of her blouse and pulled with force, ripping the buttons off it.
"Ron!" she yelled against his mouth.
"It was between me and your tits," was his only explanation before he claimed her mouth again. She whimpered, but surrendered to the kiss almost at once. Delighted, he moved his hands to her breasts, sliding them under her bra so he could knead both globes directly. She moaned, bucking her hips against him and causing his already straining erection to grow harder.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"Ron, I want your mouth on me," she pleaded, kissing his jaw.
"Where?"
She looked directly into her eyes.
"Everywhere."
"Gladly," he said huskily, and kissed her again. However, he only spent a few seconds on her lips, then moved to her jaw, her earlobe, her neck. Hermione moaned, tilting her head and giving him space to work his magic. Ron took his tongue out and licked her, drunk on the taste of her skin. He lifted his face to look at her, his eyes trained on the way her tits heaved under the sexy black lace bra she was wearing. Fuck, they looked bloody amazing. "Did you put this on for me?" he asked with a smirk, caressing her over the lace.
The rosy tint on her cheeks deepened a bit.
"No," she lied.
"I love that you want to look sexy for me," he declared, and then buried his face in her cleavage. Hermione's hands flew to his head, caressing his scalp, as he nipped and licked at those perfect globes. Eventually, he slid his hands under her back and, after a few tries, undid the claps, then pushed the cups upwards. Her breasts jiggled deliciously and Ron couldn't resist it: he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily.
"Oh, gods!"
Ron sucked and sucked, his hand moving to cup the other one. Fuck, they were so round and full, and she was so fucking responsive! He could do this all day and wouldn't get tired.
After a minute, he moved to the left one, taking as much of her flesh in his mouth as he could. Hermione kept moaning and bucking her hips, and Ron had to resist his impulse to just fuck her.
After another minute tending to her left tit, he felt her hands pushing him down on her body. At first he acted as if he hadn't noticed, but then she pushed harder.
He released her nipple, making the breast wobble deliciously and looked at her. "Someone is eager."
"Don't be a prat."
"Tell me what you want."
"I already told you."
"Be more specific."
She let out a frustrated huff. "Do you have to play these games?"
He just shrugged.
"Uggh, you're so infuriating! Okay, I want your mouth between my legs!"
He arched an eyebrow at her.
"I want you to eat my pussy! Is that enough?"
"Fuck, you make me so horny when you say 'pussy,'" he confessed, then slid down her body. Hermione, eager, unzipped her skirt and helped him take it off her. Ron licked his lips, his eyes on her matching panties. "Fuck, you look positively sinful in these," he commented, awed. "But now they've gotta go. I want what's underneath them."
"Yes, Ron, yes," she pleaded, her previous annoyance forgotten, arching her back and raising her bum so he could peel them off her body. Ron complied, finally revealing that tight little pussy he hadn't seen in two days.
Too fucking long, in his opinion.
He threw the panties over his shoulder, and she opened her legs unashamedly, watching him with anticipation.
"You've got such a sexy, pretty pussy, Hermione …" He breathed deeply, revelling in her scent, then gave her slit a long lick.
"Ohh, Ron …"
"And so tasty … Fuck, gonna devour it. Gonna devour you and then I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."
"Do it," she said, gulping. "Please, Ron!"
Ron lowered his face and went straight to work, licking and sucking with fervour. His hands moved under her, cupping her ass briefly, then looped his arms around her toned thighs, spreading her even further for him. He shoved his tongue into her drenched hole as deep as he could, making her rock her pelvis against his face, then moved to her clit, sucking on it almost desperately. Hermione whimpered and moaned, kneading her own tits. Ron sucked and lapped, pushing her nearer and nearer to her orgasm. However, when he felt she was about to cum, he released her clit.
"Ron!" she yelled.
He smirked at her. "You said 'everywhere,' Hermione," he said as the only explanation. Then, before she could say anything else, he put his hands under her knees and pushed until her thighs were almost touching her breasts, and giving him a fantastic view of both her pussy and her ass.
He gave her pussy another lick, then moved down, between her cheeks, and pressed his tongue against her rosebud, moving it in small circles.
"Oh, god!"
He did that a few more times, then moved his mouth to her cheeks, nipping at them, before delving again into her crack, thrusting his tongue into her asshole.
Hermione moaned, clutching at her left breast, and moved the right one to her clit, rubbing it. Ron watched, horny as hell, and worked his tongue harder, pushing it deeper into her rectum. Hermione squealed, rubbing herself harder.
"Ron, don't stop! Don't stop, I'm right there! Oh, gods, I'm right — Ahhhh, fuuuuuck!" she screamed, her body shuddering in pleasure as she orgasmed.
Ron kept going as she rode it out, then moved back up and licked her pussy again, tasting her juices once more.
"That looked like it felt good," he said, smirking at her.
"Don't look that smug," she replied, panting. "I did part of the work."
Ron laughed and crawled up her body. Made a pause to give her nipples a hard suck then kissed her. She responded in kind, not minding at all that he tasted like her.
Ron's hands moved over her torso, feeling her stomach, her sides, then her back before sliding down to cup her fleshy, perfect ass.
"I want to suck you," she whispered between kisses, making his cock throb in anticipation.
"Shit, yeah!" he exclaimed excitedly.
"You're rather overdressed," she added, biting on his lower lip and pulling while she grabbed the hem of the t-shirt he had put on.
Groaning, Ron knelt up and took it off. Meanwhile, her hands flew to the button of his jeans, undoing them and lowering the zip. A moment later, her hand was on him and Ron moaned, closing his eyes briefly to savour the sensation.
"Fuck …"
"You're so hard," she commented seductively. "Did you miss me, Ron?"
"Desperately," he admitted without thinking.
She pushed him so he felt on his ass on the couch, then got up. After discarding her blouse and her bra, which basically left her with only her shoes on, she hovered over him and shimmied his jeans and boxers down his legs, making his cock bob. Once he was as naked as her, she got between her open legs and, giving him a sultry look, took him into her perfect, hot mouth.
"Oh, fuck, yes," he sighed in pleasure. He forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch her, because she looked positively sinful like this, taking his cock, her hair loose and framing her face …
And it was then that he realised something.
"Your hair …" he groaned.
"What?" she asked, releasing his cock and taking it in her hand.
"Your hair. These last few days, you've been wearing it down."
She smiled, looking down. "Well, yes. I like it better down as well." She fixed her eyes back on him. "I get it you don't mind?"
"Not at all." He stretched his hand and touched one of her curls. "I love it this way. You're so sexy, Hermione."
She grinned. "Maybe that is because my face is just near to your cock and my hand is wrapped around it?"
"Well, that helps of course, but no, it's not just that."
She shook her head, making her hair bounce a bit, and Ron groaned. She smirked a bit and then, looking straight into his eyes, she took him back into her mouth, sucking greedily.
"Fuuuck, Hermione!"
She took him deeper and deeper, sucking on him as if her life depended on it. It was as if for the few seconds they had been talking she had developed a ravenous hunger for him. Not that Ron minded, it felt simply incredible.
Hermione, relishing the power she had over him, took him into her throat, her hands moving to her balls. Ron couldn't help but rock his hips, wanting to go even deeper. She swallowed him, bobbing her head faster, and he felt about to burst. He was going to cum and he wasn't going to hold back.
"Fuck, Hermione, so close! Don't stop! Keep going! Fuck, keep going!"
For a moment, Hermione went harder, as if she wanted nothing but his cum, but then, abruptly, she stopped.
"What're you doing?" he asked, looking at her. "Why did you stop?"
"I want you inside me," she said, moving over his body and straddling his legs.
"Not gonna last," he warned her. "If you take me into your tight pussy right now I'm going to explode."
Hermione seemed unfazed by his admission. But instead of impaling herself on his cock, she lowered her body over his, his cock nestled between her folds, and kissed him softly, seductively. "Let's give you a few minutes, then," she said, rubbing herself against him.
Ron groaned. "That's not helping."
"Get me more aroused," she said. "Touch my breasts, Ron."
Ron grabbed them, squeezing, and kissed her again. She kept rubbing against him, the tip of his cock touching her clit every time. She moaned and rocked her hips harder, her mouth slightly opened. Ron couldn't help but stare at her, transfixed, as he played with her perfect tits, which felt so large and firm in his hands.
"Gods, it feels so big against me, Ron," she moaned, kissing his cheeks as she raked her fingers through his hair. "I want you inside me. I need to feel you stretching me," she moaned, moving faster against him.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're driving me mad. Your pussy is so wet and hot …"
She kissed him hard, almost desperately, and then sat up again. Giving him a feral gaze, she grabbed his throbbing cock and angled it, then took it in. To the hilt.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Fuck!"
"Mmm, so big! Gods, Ron, I love this. Sex with you is — Ohhhh, fuck!" she blurted out, starting to move up and down on him.
Ron's eyes rolled in his sockets. Merlin, she felt fantastic. It didn't matter how many times he had been inside her in the past, it never ceased to amaze him. His hands moved to her hips, and then his right to her clit to stimulate her further. He needed her to cum quickly, because he wasn't going to last.
"Ohhh, yess!" she moaned when his thumb touched the swollen nub. "More, Ron! Gods, I'm already close!"
"Fuck, 'Ermione!"
"I love this," she repeated, almost sobbing as she bounced on his cock, looking like the fucking goddess of sex. "I love this, Ron!"
"Me too! Fuck, I'm getting close! You'd better finish soon!"
"Tell me how I feel, Ron," she demanded as she rode him harder, her tits jiggling, her hair wild. "Tell me how my pussy feels around your cock."
"Tight," he growled. "So tight and slick and fuck, it makes me wanna cum …"
His words seemed to spur her, and she let out a growl of pure pleasure, throwing her had backwards. Ron felt her cunt clamp down on his cock and swore, rubbing her clit harder.
"I'm COMING!" she shouted. "I'm coming, coming, coooooomiiing! Fuuuck, Ron!"
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck!" He thrust upwards, no longer holding back, and moved his hands to her ass. And just as her orgasm started died down, his started, and he burst inside her, blinding lights exploding before his eyelids and leaving him dizzy with pleasure
She collapsed on top of him, both panting heavily. Hermione's hair was all over Ron's face, tickling him, but he didn't mind. He loved its texture, and the unique scent of her shampoo. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of her body atop his: her ragged breathing against his neck, her large tits crushed against his chest, her rounded ass in his hands, her still fluttering pussy around his cock …
It all kept him half-hard.
He moved his hands up her back, so he was almost embracing her, and he loved the feeling. However, his mind soon drifted to the fact that she was still Percy's girlfriend, even though she was going to dump him. But — then what? One would think this would make things easier for them, for whichever this was, but the truth was that, once she was free, there would not be a real connection between them. Outside work, at least.
That thought left an unpleasant feeling in his gut, so he tried to push it away. And the best way to do that was focusing on her perfect, delicious body. He moved his mouth to her ear and bit on her earlobe, causing her to gasp. She lifted her head, her curls cascading around her face in total disarray, and he smiled at her.
"Tired?" he asked cheekily.
She tightened her cunt in response, and Ron groaned.
"No," she said, biting her lower lip. "Not at all. What about you? Did I wear you out, Mr Weasley?"
Ron thrust his hips, making her feel his hardening cock. "What do you think?"
"Let's move to the bedroom," she whispered, rocking her hips a bit. "I want more of you."
He grinned. "That's what I like to hear," he said, throwing his legs off the couch so he was sitting, with her still astride him. She put her hands around his neck.
"Take me there," she ordered. "Show me how strong you Aurors are."
"Oh, I'll show you fine," he declared, holding her by her ass and getting up with a hop. The movement caused him to go deeper into her pussy and both groaned in pleasure.
"Fuck, I'd keep my cock inside you all the fucking time," he said as he moved towards his bedroom. "Your pussy is glorious."
Hermione smiled, then kissed him. He slowed down, moving carefully as they snogged, not wanting to bump into the walls or a doorframe. She tightened her embrace around his neck, pressing those fantastic tits against his chest, and he squeezed her ass in response. Once in his room, he was about to throw he onto the bed when she broke the kiss and moved her mouth to his ear.
"Make me cum once more, Ron, and then you can fuck me in the ass."
Ron would be lying if he said he hadn't planned to ask for that, but having her offering it was a million times better. He loved that she liked it so much.
Instead of throwing her onto the bed as he had planned, he lifted her higher, so his face was at level with her chest (which caused his cock to slip out of her pussy), and took one breast into his mouth, sucking hungrily. Hermione moaned, holding his head, and rocked her hips a bit against his stomach.
Ron switched to her other tit and gave it the same treatment, then put her on the bed. Standing at the foot, he contemplated her naked glory, aroused beyond belief. Fuck, was she hot …
"Ron, come here."
Ron couldn't refuse. He got between her legs and delved into her pussy licking it once more, savouring their combined juices. Hermione moaned, delighted, and pressed his face harder into her.
"Gods, I love it when you go down on me," she muttered. "I love your mouth, Ron. Keep going, please ... Keep going!"
Ron ate her out with fervour, then shoved two fingers into her already abused cunt, causing her to buck her hips in response. He curled them and caressed her sweet spot while he sucked on her clitoris. Such a combination soon had Hermione moaning and panting like crazy. He considered making her cum and go straight for her ass, but he wanted to feel her pussy once more, so he just took his fingers out and, lifting his face, sucked them clean while she watched him.
"I was close," she whined.
"Oh, I know. Want my cock?" he asked cheekily.
"Yes," she muttered, her eyes burning with lust. "Deep and hard, Ron."
He moved until he was next to her, then turned her onto her left side and pressed himself against her from behind.
"I'm going to take you like this," he whispered into her ear.
"Do it," she pleaded, raising her right leg and moving her ass against his cock.
Ron rubbed himself against her for a bit, then grabbed his shaft and put the tip at her entrance. At once, Hermione pushed backwards and took him in.
They both moaned.
"Fuck, I love being inside you."
"And I love having you inside me. Now move, Ron, make me come."
He moved his hand to her tits, kneading them as he began to thrust, his hips slapping her ass noisily. She put her own hand on her hip, pulling him towards her, and Ron went faster, burying himself in her to the hilt with each thrust.
"Like that. Oh, gods, like that!"
"You like this, uh?" he grunted, pinching her nipple. "You like my fat cock stretching your tight little pussy?"
"Yes! Yes, gods, yes, yes, yes!"
"Take it, then! Take it all! Fuck!"
Her moans and the way her pussy was starting to tighten around him drove him wild, and he went harder. He wanted to feel her spasming around him, cumming hard, so he could switch to her amazing ass and cum in it.
"Ron, harder! Ohhhh, I'm just there! Harder!" she demanded, slapping his ass.
Ron grunted and squeezed her breast roughly, then bucked his hips as fast and hard as he could, pushing her over the edge.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhh, RON!"
"Cum! Fuck, cum!"
"I'm cumming! Oh, gods, I'm cummiiiiing!" she hollered.
Ron kept slamming into her, closing his own eyes to savour her tightness, until she was completely spent.
"Oh, gods … Oh, Ron …" she moaned, her voice weak.
"Shit, Hermione, you're fucking amazing …"
"Hmmm," she muttered, panting.
"I'm not done," he whispered against her ear, and he felt her body shudder. "I want your hot, tight ass, Hermione. I want to fuck it hard and deep."
"And I want you to do it." She turned her head towards him. "Fuck me in the ass, Ron …"
Ron took his cock out of her pussy, glistening with her juices. Still looking at him over her shoulder, she put her right hand on her right ass cheek and pulled, spreading herself for him.
Ron's cock throbbed at the sight. He shoved a finger into her slick pussy, coating it, and then, slowly, pushed it into her ass.
"Ahhh …"
"It's so fucking tight," he muttered. "Fuck, I'm going to enjoy this so much, Hermione …"
"Now, Ron. Do it now," she almost begged, squirming.
Ron took his finger out and, grabbing his cock, put it against her asshole.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice husky.
She pushed against him. "Do it!"
Ron pushed, then her rim gave in and suddenly he was inside her clutching rear hole, experiencing once more that amazing tightness that never became old.
"Oh, fuck … fuck …"
"Ron … so big …"
"More," he said, grabbing her hips and pushing, going deeper and deeper into her ass until his hips and lower belly touched her plump cheeks. "Shit, Hermione. Unngh …"
"Gods, Ron, I feel so full. So full of your cock …"
"Yeah, you are," he said, giving ha tentative thrust. "Bloody hell, Hermione, this feels amazing. I love your hot, tight ass!"
"Fuck me," she demanded through gritted teeth. "Fuck me, Ron."
He pressed himself more against her and kissed her naked shoulder as he began to move in her.
The pleasure was overwhelming.
She moaned loudly, taking his thrusts and pushing back for more. Ron kept gripping her hip, pulling her against him every time he surged forward. As their passion grew, he started pounding her recklessly, pleasure radiating from his cock.
"Hermione, ungh … Fuck … Close …"
He slid his left arm under her and used his hand to grab her tits, kneading them eagerly. But after a bit, he needed more, so he shifted, pushing her onto her stomach and straddling her ass. Once in that position, he resumed pounding her with total abandon.
"Rooooon!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Oh, gods, you're going so hard! So hard!"
"Want me to stop?" he asked, still moving. "Want me to take my cock out of your sweet ass, Hermione?"
"N-no. Gods, no! I love it! I love it!" she said, squirming, grabbing at the bedspread.
Ron reached out for the pillow and then took his cock out. Kneeling behind her, he grabbed her hips. "Up," he demanded.
She did as asked, arching her back. Ron shoved the pillow under her hips, then put his hands on her ass, massaging it roughly. "You look so fuckable like this," he said, his eyes fixed on her gaping hole. "Take me deep again."
He settled between her legs and pushed his cock back into her ass, forcefully, moaning at the sensation.
He resumed fucking her, watching his dick going in and out of that incredibly tight hole. Her ass rippled with each thrust, and he couldn't help but give it a few slaps. She moaned in response.
"Cum," he told her. "Prove how much you like this. Cum hard and milk my cock!"
"I — Oh, gods!"
"Cum for me!" he yelled.
Hermione began to rock her hips, her moans becoming louder.
"Oh, gods, oh, gods, Ron, that's so good! Ohhh, don't stop! Don't stop, I'm going to cum!"
Ron felt his own stamina ebbing away, her ass was too tight and felt too bloody good to resist for long. But he was determined not to cum until she spasmed around him. So he went a bit slower, but giving deeper thrusts. Hermione reacted moaning louder, until, suddenly, her entire body stilled for a moment, then shuddered as her ass clenched rhythmically around his cock, almost milking him.
"Oh, gods, gods, gods, Rooon! Yes, yes, yesssss!" she shouted against the bedspread, practically sinking her fingers into the the mattress.
Ron kept thrusting, the added tightness pushing him to his own climax. With a hard, deep thrust, he let it go, roaring in ecstasy as he came in long, powerful spurts inside her ass.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he shouted, giving a few, last thrusts so every drop of his cum ended in the hot depths of her asshole. "Fuck, Hermione …" he groaned, falling on top of her, panting heavily.
"Gods, Ron …"
"Are you okay?" he asked, caressing her arm.
"Hmm, yes, Ron, I feel wonderful … Wonderful …" she said, her voice full of bliss.
Ron savoured the tightness of her ass for half a minute or so, then got off her. She pushed the pillow away from her, throwing it the floor carelessly, then rolled onto her back. Her tits jiggled and Ron couldn't help but grab one and squeeze. "That was my pillow, you know," he commented, amused.
"Are you never satisfied?" she asked, ignoring his comment, a hint of a smile grazing her lips.
"Nope," he said, lowering his face and taking the nipple in his mouth.
"Ah, Ron!" she moaned.
"Fuck, I love your tits," he said after releasing her.
"I hadn't noticed."
He chuckled and gave her another suck before lying on his back next to her.
"Want a shower? I'll let you use part of my unlimited supply of hot water."
"How generous of you," said Hermione ironically. "I just have to wash your cock in exchange, right?"
He gave her a lopsided smile. "If you really want to, I'll let you."
Shaking her head, she got up. Ron stayed there, watching her fantastic body until she disappeared through the bathroom door. A moment later, he heard the water in the shower.
Frowning, he sat up.
Hermione's head appeared through the door. "Are you coming or not?"
Grinning, he jumped out of the bed and practically ran towards the bathroom. She was stepped into the stall when he walked in, and stopped a moment to watch the water fell over her perfect body.
Then he joined her under the spray. She smiled up at him, and a second later he was kissing her. She responded eagerly, moving her hands up and down his chest, sending shivers of pleasure all over his body. Ron buried his hands in her hair, sliding his fingers through her curls. He then moved his kisses to her neck, and Ron slid his hands down her back, to her plump ass, squeezing. Hermione lifted her right leg, curling it around his thigh.
"You want more?" he asked teasingly.
"Yes." She kissed him again. "Yes. I — I just can't help it."
Her words drove Ron wild. Hoisting her up, he thrust into her eager pussy, and started pounding her into the wall.
"You never fail to get me hard as a rock," he grunted as he fucked her. "You turn me on so fucking much!"
"Oh, gods, Ron, yes! Harder, I want it harder!"
"I'll give it to you harder," he growled. He put his arms under her knees and lifted her legs so her knees were almost at level with his shoulders, which opened her completely to him, the resumed his frantic thrusts. Hermione's hold on his neck was almost painful, but he didn't mind one bit. It was glorious, and so fucking invigorating, seeing her like this, completely lost in the sex, her body overcome with pleasure.
Pleasure he was giving her.
Not that she gave less: her sweet, hot, tight pussy was amazing, and he felt in heaven as his cock moved inside it, feeling her walls pressing his shaft. And the bouncing of those tits … Fuck …
"I want you to cum again," he panted. "I want you to cum hard, and then I'm going to burst all over your tits!"
She opened her eyes. "A-again?"
"Yeah. I loved covering you the other time, and I wanna do it again." He stared at her for a moment. "You'll let me, right, Hermione? You want me to claim them as mine, to feel my spunk all over them."
"I — Fuck, Ron …"
"Yeah, take my cock, Hermione!" he growled, thrusting hard. "Take my cock deep in your fantastic cunt."
"Oh, gods, I'm going to come again, Ron! I'm — Oh, gods! Oh, oh, ohhhhh! Fuuuuuuck!" she screamed, her quim convulsing around his thrusting cock. Ron didn't stop, however. Grunting animalistically, he kept fucking her, prolonging her orgasm, making it even more intense.
Finally, he knelt on the floor and, carefully, let her down. She looked at him, her expression dazed with bliss.
"That was incredible, Ron …"
"Yeah," he nodded. "But I want to cum as well."
"On my breasts?"
"Yeah," he said, glancing down at them. "Can I?"
"It's 'may I.'"
Ron rolled his eyes. "Okay, may I cum all over your tits?"
Hermione seemed to ponder it for a bit. "Well, after such an orgasm, I suppose I can't deny you that."
Grinning goofily, Ron got up, eager, and Hermione crouched down before him. He began to jerk his already throbbing cock, and she lifted up her tits, offering them to him.
"Cum on my tits, Ron."
Ron had not expected her to say that, and her moment his brain processed his words, he couldn't hold back. Grunting in pure pleasure, he aimed at her boobs and exploded. Spurts of his seed flew from the tip and landed on her globes. Hermione watched it with genuine interest and obvious arousal and, to Ron's surprise, she took the tip into her mouth as he finished, swallowing the last drops.
"Oh, fuck …" he moaned, leaning against the wall, his legs weak.
"I think I'm starting to like this, dirty as it is," she commented, getting up. He opened his eyes and looked at her tits, but the water had already washed most of his cum off them. He grinned at her.
"Glad you're seeing things my way," he told her. "The reason I like it is obvious, by, what's yours?" he inquired, curious.
"I love seeing you lose control like that," she explained, blushing a bit.
Ron's grin brightened. Fuck, could she be more amazing?
They finished washing up and dried themselves with magic. Hermione wrapped herself in a towel and went to the living room to retrieve her clothes and her wand. She cast a Cleaning Charm on them.
"I can lend you something of mine, if you want," he offered her. He said it as a joke, yet the moment the words left his mouth he couldn't help but imagine it.
And he liked the image.
"It's okay, I'll change at home."
"You're leaving?" he asked, disappointed, as he watched her put her blouse and skirt on — without bothering with her panties.
"I talked to my Mum yesterday and told her about Morgana. She made me promise I'd inform her about today's events."
"Okay," nodded Ron.
A slightly awkward silence descended upon them.
"I talked to Hagrid," he remembered suddenly. "He'll be there at the gates to take you to Dumbledore's office."
"Thanks, Ron."
She grabbed her robes, and seeing her like this, with then hanging on her arm, her black lace panties clutched in her hand, he felt the arousal starting to fill up his body once more.
"Would you like to have dinner tomorrow?" he blurted out. "With me, I mean."
Hermione turned to look at him.
"Ron …"
"What?" he said, not liking her tone at all.
"Look, I know this might sound hypocritical, after everything, especially when I was the one that came here today, but — Please, I need to regain some semblance of control. Can we not — not have sex again? I need to break up with Percy first."
Ron did get it, but that didn't prevent him from feeling disappointed. "I didn't say anything about sex, Hermione. Just dinner."
She gave him a pointed look. "Ron, we both know how that would end."
He couldn't deny it. "Okay. After — after you break up with him, then?" he asked hopefully.
"Maybe," she said, not promising anything. Ron didn't like that either. She threw a handful of powder into the fireplace, and it burst with green flames.
"Hermione," he called before she could step in. She turned her head towards him.
"What?"
"We make a good team, right?" he asked.
She smiled at him. "We do make a great team, Ron. Good night."
"Good night," he responded, watching her vanish into the flames.
He took a deep breath and then sighed, feeling oddly down after such an amazing time with her. But he had a feeling this might be the last time, and he couldn't help but feel terribly depressed at the thought.
Well, that's it! Morgana seems to be doing well, right?
And now Hermione has to come to The Burrow again …
I await your comments.
See you this weekend!