Next chapter. Not much to say, except that I hope you like it, and that I'm working on replying to all your reviews and comments. But the weather is nice, and my girlfriend and I are just enjoying our last days being just two.
I hope you like this!
Chapter 22
Meetings
Friday, 29th August, 2003
The kitchen at The Burrow was completely crowded, and every one of his siblings and their significant others seemed to be talking at once. He tried to say something to Harry, but to no avail. Frustrated, he tried to move his chair to get up, but he was stuck between Fred and George and was unable to move.
And then, to make things worse, he felt an odd sensation on his crotch. He looked down, but saw nothing, yet the sensation was still there, and he found himself getting hard.
His trousers were now tented, and he could feel, quite clearly, as if a small, soft hand were stroking him.
To his horror, he moaned, and everyone looked at him.
"Ron, you pervert!" shouted Fred.
"Ron …"
"What's wrong with you!?" added George.
"I — I —"
"Ron."
He opened his eyes, and, after a moment of confusion, he realised he wasn't at The Burrow, but in his bed, with Hermione, who was currently propped onto her right elbow, with her left hand under his pants and stroking him with determination.
"Fuck, 'Ermione … Whatcha doin'?"
She smiled at him, her features visible thanks to the light coming from the window. "Good morning," she said, still stroking him.
"Ohh, fuck, what are you d-doing? Oh, shit!"
"I woke up," she said innocently, stroking him harder, "and was bored, and, to be honest, also horny …"
He stared at her, completely dumbfounded. "What time is it?"
"It's a quarter to seven," she said. "Too early to get up, so …" she trailed off.
"So you decided to abuse me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She shrugged. "As I said, I was horny."
"And you didn't think about masturbating and letting me sleep?" he inquired.
"Why would I masturbate when I have you right here?"
"Because I was sleeping?"
"It's your fault," she said, her hand still on his cock. "You got me used to a certain level of sexual satisfaction, so you'd better get ready and comply with your boyfriend duties."
Ron couldn't help but laugh. "And what if I don't want to?"
She squeezed his dick and arched an eyebrow. "Really?" she moved her face closer to his. "You don't want to put this big thing in my tight, hot, slick pussy?" she asked in a low, seductive voice.
"Bloody hell, woman I've created a monster …"
She chuckled. "Create? No, I don't think so. The beast was already here, but you opened the cage, Ron. And now you must deal with the consequences …" she added, putting one leg on top of his and moving her soft, bare thigh along his.
Ron stared at her for a moment, his arousal growing fast. "Come here then, you horny witch," he growled, reaching for her and pulling her body towards him. They kissed, and he moved his hands over her back and side, over the t-shirt she usually wore when she slept at his flat. She kept stroking him, more leisurely this time. He groaned against her mouth and moved his own hands lower, over her hips, then bunched the t-shirt up so he could touch her naked ass.
"Mmm, I love you never wear panties in bed," he groaned.
"Easier access," she whispered. "You, on the other side …"
As a response, Ron lifted his bum a bit. She knelt on the bed, throwing the covers off them, and pushed his pants down, freeing his erection. She didn't bother taking them off completely, and straddled him.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're scorching," he moaned when his cock was nestled between her folds.
"Mmm, yes," she moaned, rubbing herself against him and coating the underside of his cock in her juices. With her eyes fixed on his, she grasped the hem of the t-shirt and took it off, throwing it to the side.
Ron groaned again at the sight of her jiggling tits, and his hands went to them. He kneaded and squeezed, revelling in their firmness.
"You didn't have enough last night, then?" he growled, using his thumbs to rub her nipples, which hardened completely.
She kept moving atop him, her hands on his chest. "Last night was last night, now it's the morning …"
"True," he said. "Now be a good girl then and take all my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours."
She rubbed herself against him a couple of times, then raised her hips and, grabbing his dick in her hand, held it so she could lower herself around it. Both moaned at the connection, relishing that first penetration that always stretched her.
"Hermione …" he grunted, moving his hands to her hips, his fingers grazing the curve of her ass.
"Gods, Ron, I love the way you feel inside me … hot … big … I want to come around your cock so badly …"
"Then move," he demanded. "Use my cock. Fuck me hard."
Her eyes darkened, and, putting her hands on his chest again, she began to move, quickly gaining speed until she was riding him furiously. The noise of her ass slapping against his thighs filled the room, along with their moans and groans. Ron used his hands to help her along, and bucked his hips to counter her downthrusts.
"Oh, Ron … Ron … I love waking up with you … Fuck …"
Ron groaned, unable to talk. He could only watch her as she bounced on his cock, her own tits moving deliciously. After a bit, Hermione must have thought they were moving too much, in fact, because she grabbed his hands and moved them up to her chest. Ron cupped them gladly, squeezing again. She arched her back, moaning, and moved even harder.
As their passion grew, she leaned backwards, causing Ron to lose hold of her tits. She put her hands on his legs, just above his knees, and began to buck her hips fast and hard, causing his cock to rub against the front wall of her pussy. Ron groaned, not knowing where to look, if at her wildly bouncing tits, or at the way her cunt devoured his cock. She threw her head backwards, lost in pleasure, a stream of continuous, loud moans escaping her mouth.
"Ron, rub my clit! Rub my clit!" she ordered.
Putting one hand on her hips, he moved his right hand to her groin, his thumb rubbing her clit fast.
She practically screamed in ecstasy.
Ron felt her pussy tighten around him as she moved, and tried help her move even harder. Her movements became erratic until, with a loud squeal, she convulsed and came around him, squeezing his cock rhythmically.
"GOOOOODS, RON! Oh, oh, ohhhh, don't stop! Keep rubbing me, don't stop! don't stopdontstop!"
Groaning at her amazing tightness, Ron kept rubbing her, making her already powerful orgasm last longer.
Spent, she fell over him, panting heavily.
"That was great," she said after a bit, looking blissfully satisfied. Then pecked his lips and rolled off him, facing the other way but snugging against him. "Now I think I could sleep another half an hour …"
"WHAT!?" he replied, astounded. "You're not serious, are you? You're gonna leave me like this?"
"Well, you complained because you wanted to sleep, didn't you? So …" Ron blinked a few times, unable to utter a word. Then she turned her head to look at him and let out giggle. "You're so gullible …"
"I am — Oh, you'll see, you little devil," he threatened, getting to his feet. "On your hands and knees. Now," he demanded.
She smiled at him again. "And if stay like this, then what?" she defied him.
Ron narrowed his eyes, then gave her a soft spank.
"Ouch!"
"On your hands and knees, Hermione."
She stared back at him, but then, to his delight, moved and got in position, giving him one of his favourite views in the world.
"That's it," he groaned, massaging her rounded cheeks. "Just for you cheekiness, I'm going to pound your tight little pussy hard from behind, and you're gonna take every inch of my cock until I cum inside you."
She let out a soft moan.
Ron quickly got into position, then, with a precise, hard thrust, buried himself in her body.
"Fuck, so tight …" he groaned in pleasure. "Get ready, witch."
"I'm more than ready, it's you who's stalling," she replied.
"You'd better hold yourself, 'cause I'm gonna fuck you into the wall," he growled, then took his cock almost out and shoved it back inside with full force, almost causing her to fall onto her front. She whimpered, but Ron didn't relent: he started fucking her as hard and fast as he could, slamming into her perfect ass. Not happy with just that, he spanked her a few times, alternating hands and cheeks, until her bum was a soft shade of red. Hermione, now with a hand against the headboard to resist his thrusts, moaned non-stop.
Ron felt in bliss, fucking her hard like this. She was so wet and hot and tight, not matter how many times they had sex, and he intended to enjoy her body to the fullest. As he felt he was approaching his own climax, he grabbed her ass and spread it, allowing him to go deeper but also to get a glimpse of her tight, puckered asshole. He briefly contemplated taking his cock out and buggering her, but, in the end, he decided this felt too good to stop. Besides, there was something primal in filling her pussy to the brim with his semen.
"Your pussy's gonna make me cum," he grunted, going even harder. "Shit, it feels so fucking good around my cock!"
"Gods, Ron … You're an animal …"
"Too much — for you, little witch?" he teased, as he panted. "Too much for — ungh! — your tight, wet pussy?"
"No!" she replied loudly. She looked at him over her shoulder. "Don't you dare stop! I can take everything you give to me!"
"You sure?" he asked. "Take this, then!" he shouted, and went even harder. He knew he couldn't keep this rhythm for long, but he was so fucking close already.
He thrust and thrust, and thrust, feeling his excitation coil in his lower stomach until, with a roar, it snapped violently, and he burst inside her. Overwhelmed by the force of his climax, he spanked her ass with both hands, thrusting erratically as he emptied himself inside her perfect, welcoming cunt.
"Fuuuuuuck!" he groaned.
"Gods, Ron, you — you almost made me come again," she confessed, panting.
Her words seemed to reinvigorate him. Slipping his cock out of her abused pussy, he pushed her down onto her stomach, then forced her to roll onto her back.
"Ron, what —?" she started to ask, but his question was forgotten when he dove into her quim and latched his mouth around her clit. He sucked and lapped passionately, drawing a loud moan from her. "Oh, godsssss!"
Her hands flew to his head and held onto his hair, pulling almost painfully. She hadn't been lying when she had said she had been close, because she began to hump his face, moaning incoherently.
Ron sucked hard, holding her legs open, drowning in her scent and her taste, determined to make her cum again. The building could start to crumble and he wouldn't stop.
"Make me come!" she demanded as her body started to tremble. "Gods, make me come!"
Ron sucked even harder, and she flew over the edge, screaming in ecstasy, pulling on his hair so hard he wouldn't have been surprised to find two bald spots on it next time he looked into the mirror. However, he kept sucking her, and didn't stop until she pushed him away, too sensitive to stand more.
"Oh gods … Oh gods, Ron … I wasn't expecting — Gods …"
He fell on the bed next to her, tired. "You liked it."
"I loved it," she admitted. She gave him a look of pure adoration. "You do realise I might start groping you every time I wake before you, right?" she asked.
Ron laughed. "Well, despite my previous complaint, I'd be happy to have more morning fucks on workdays. I might stop dreading waking up to go to the Ministry …"
She laughed happily. "I'm glad I can help making your mornings more fun, Ron."
He kissed her, then tickled her. They continued like that, kissing and laughing and teasing each other, until they decided to have a shower before breakfast.
Later, as they ate at the kitchen table, he reached for her hand. "Are you ready for today?" he asked, a bit of concern on his voice.
She took some time to answer. "I think so. The meeting itself is not a problem, because I'm fairly confident about the proposal. I like what I prepared. You like it as well. Professor Dumbledore was very happy about it, and Professor McGonagall was impressed."
Ron let out a chuckle. "Just impressed? What was what she said to you? 'It's a shame you went to live in France, Hogwarts missed a brilliant student, one I'd have loved to teach'?"
Hermione's cheeks turned pink, but she smiled. "Something like that, yeah."
"You're such a sucker for praise," he teased her.
"Oh, shut up," she replied, smacking his arm. Then her face turned serious again. "No, my only worry is that Percy will be there and I don't know what to expect. I haven't seen him once since that day and —" She shook her head, her expression anxious.
Ron grabbed her hand again and squeezed it reassuringly. "It'll be okay. This is also his project, isn't it?"
She nodded.
"You still want to go to Harry and Ginny's tonight? If you're not sure I can cancel it."
"You can't cancel a dinner the very same day, they probably bought things, or prepared food in advance, or —"
"It's just Harry and Ginny, Hermione, not a formal reservation at a restaurant," he cut in.
"Still, it would be very rude."
Ron shrugged. "We Weasleys don't mind rude."
"Clearly, but still. We said we'd go, so we'll go."
"As you say."
Hermione cast a charm on the dishes so they would wash themselves and they headed towards the fireplace. Once there, Ron put his arms around her.
"Look, if I can, I'll pay a visit to you after the meeting, right?"
She nodded, smiling at him. "Thank you."
"In case I can't — well, then we'll meet here for lunch?"
"All right."
"It'll be fine, you'll see."
They kissed softly, then Hermione travelled to her flat, where she would use the Floo to go to the Ministry. An exaggerated precaution, in Ron's opinion, but she was adamant about it.
His mind drifted briefly to her meeting, and he prayed to Merlin that Percy wouldn't behave like the asshole he was, because if he did, he'd have to smash his glasses into his face, which would cause problems, both at work and with his mum and dad.
He shook his head, pushing those thoughts to the bottom of his mind, then stepped into the fireplace.
His hope that he would be around to be able to check on Hermione was cut short when Stonewood told him that he and Harry had to Apparate to a small village in Oxfordshire, as there were suspicions of dangerous Dark magic happening in the area. Since being promoted to Senior Aurors the year before, more often than not they were in charge of teams of Junior Aurors or even trainees, so he was glad when he was assigned to a case with his best friend.
"So — is Hermione ready for tonight?" Harry asked him as they took a walk around the village, dressed in Muggle clothes.
"Yes. To be honest, I think that the meeting she's got today has put the dinner to the bottom of her pile of worries."
Harry nodded. "You saw her today, then?"
"She slept at my flat."
Harry watched him carefully. "So, things are going well between you, then? I mean she spent — how many? Three nights with you this week?"
"Yeah," confirmed Ron, unable to hide the goofy grin forming on his face. Three nights at his flat, besides another at hers, which made four out of five. It was a lot, taking into account they were supposed to take things slow. And yet, to Ron it was not enough, because he would spend every single night with her. "Things are going good."
"More than good, if that sickening expression on your face is any indication."
Ron felt his ears burn. "Shut up, Harry. Do I have to remind you about that stupid face you put on when we go to Ginny's matches?"
Harry had the decency to blush. "Mmm, no, not at all."
Ron checked the map he was carrying. "Should we go to the North? It seems to be the centre of the activity, though, according to our registries, no wizard or witch lives in 50 miles around here …"
"Yeah, let's go."
They headed North after bordering the church. "I'm glad things are going well between you and Hermione," said Harry after a bit, a smile on his face. "You look happy."
He grinned at Harry. "I am." He contemplated whether to be completely honest with Harry, because they usually didn't have this kind of talks. In the end, he decided to tell him, because he was excited and hopeful and he felt the need to share it, to shout it out loud, in fact. "Harry, I'm in love with her."
Harry stopped dead on the spot, forcing Ron to do the same.
"Really?"
"Yeah," he said, a bit sheepishly.
"You've never — I mean, you have never said such a thing before."
"Because I had never felt this way before."
Harry kept staring at him, then his face broke into a wide grin. "I'm happy for you, Mate. You deserve it. More than anyone I know."
"Thanks, Harry," he said, deeply touched. Feeling that things were getting too emotional, he added, "Now let's go find the source of this."
"Yeah."
— o —
After saying goodbye to Harry upon returning to the Ministry, he ran to Hermione's office, anxious to know about her meeting, but her office was closed, and Mrs Leatherskin seemed to have left already. Assuming she had already gone home, he went back to the Atrium and used the Floo to travel to her flat.
He was about to call her name when he saw her, sitting on the couch, with her feet on the cushion and her knees against her chest, a bit startled by his sudden apparition.
"Hi, Ron," she said, her tone sad, though she tried to force a smile onto her face. "How was your day?"
"Harry and I had to go to Oxfordshire," he explained, casting a Cleaning Charm on himself and approaching her. He sat next to her, looking at her with concern. "How was the meeting?" he asked nervously.
"Good. Kingsley and the others liked my ideas."
"Really?" he said, confused. Why wasn't she ecstatic, then?
She nodded. "Yes. They want me to finish the draft so it can be presented to the Ministry and then voted."
"That's fantastic!" he exclaimed, grinning at her. "But — why do you look so sad, then? Has something else happened?"
She looked away from him. "Percy."
Ron's expression darkened at the mention of his older brother. "What did the prat did to you?" he demanded. The irony that just a few weeks before it was Percy who was asking her this question about him, Ron, was not lost on him.
"He just kept arguing some of my ideas," explained Hermione. "He was never rude, of course, but he clearly implied I had 'deviated' from the right path in the last weeks, that I hadn't consulted the last changes with him."
Ron clenched his jaw. "I see. But you don't mind people challenging your ideas, I know it from experience, so that can't be all of it."
She looked at him, her beautiful brown eyes shiny.
"They mostly agreed with me, but Kingsley suggested Percy should take a look at the final draft before it is presented." He gave him a look of pure anguish. "What if he changes it? What if he makes it worse just to spite me? And I know I'm implying horrible things about him, but —"
"But what?"
"Nothing. I'll find a way," she said, looking way. "Let's have lunch, you must be famished."
He put his hands on her shoulders and stopped her, then forced her to look at him. "Hermione, what else?"
She pressed her lips together. "I — I talked to him after the meeting," she explained, her voice shaky. "I wanted to apologise for what I had done, but he didn't want to hear about it. He said I was just another of your slags, and that it had been a mistake to trust and help me. That I was now trying to get all the glory for the proposal and that he wasn't going to allow it. I — I was too shocked to reply, and then he just left."
"Fucking prick," Ron swore. He felt the need to break something or, at least, call Percy every insult he could come with, and he had a pretty good imagination for that kind of thing. However, he knew that wasn't what Hermione needed so, instead, he pulled her towards him and embraced her. "I'm sorry, Hermione."
"It's not your fault. I cheated. I —"
"Stop blaming yourself. Okay, you cheated, but what he did is even worse. And besides, isn't he always saying that work is the most important thing? And now he lets a personal issue to get in the way of things?" He ranted, incensed. He took a calming breath, then exhaled it slowly and cupped her chin gently, forcing him to look upwards. "And you're not a slag, Hermione. Don't ever let anyone call you that!"
She smiled at him. "Thanks, Ron, but I don't mind that. I think I deserve it, for what I did …"
"Then what does he deserve after what he did?" replied Ron angrily.
Hermione shrugged. "His conscience is only his. Mine is mine."
Ron sighed and kissed her forehead. "I'll talk to him."
"Ron —"
"I won't hit him," he promised, "even though that's what he deserves. It's just that this has got to do with me more than you. If you had got involved with anyone but me, he wouldn't act this way towards you."
"I betrayed him."
"No. I mean, yeah," he amended, when Hermione arched an eyebrow at him. "But deep down, you didn't, at least from his point of view. I mean, he wanted you because you could make this proposal, right? And you're still doing that. So, in a way — and I know it sounds horrible — you're keeping your part of the deal."
Hermione grimaced. "Yes, it sounds horrible."
"I'll talk to him and make him see he still can gain from this," he continued. "Ginny was right, this is what he wants. So he gets the credit he wants, and we can be together without causing another rift in the family."
"I feel like the only thing I do is causing you trouble."
"No," he denied vehemently. "You make me happy, Hermione," he confessed. "I want this. I'm not letting you go, no matter what."
She stared at him, her eyes bright with emotion, and then kissed him passionately. He responded to the kiss, and they snogged until the need of air pulled them apart.
"You're incredibly sweet and caring, Ronald Weasley. I can't believe I used to call you 'rude.'"
Ron laughed. "Believe me, you'll be doing that again in no time." He pecked her lips. "Look, the weather is good. Why don't we have lunch and go out for a walk? We could stop by that ice cream place and have a couple of sundaes. My treat."
She nodded. "Sounds good."
"Then we can come back with enough time for a long shower before going to Harry and Ginny's."
"A really long shower?" she asked, grinning mischievously at him.
"Really long shower."
"In your flat, then. My water supply is not unlimited, after all."
"Yeah, my flat," he nodded happily.
"Okay. Let's go then," she said, much more animated. She kissed him again, then got off him and ran towards her bedroom to change. Ron followed her with his eyes, a smile on his face.
They had a really good time together as they wandered around Muggle London. Ron made sure to either have her laughing or explaining things to him, so, by the time they went back to her flat, a couple of hours later, she was in a completely different mood than the one he had found her in.
They took the promised long shower, which included Ron using his oral skills on her from behind, then her returning the favour on her knees. Once they were satisfied, they finished washing and got out to get ready. Ron had gone to his flat for a change of clothes, and simply put on his most comfortable, faded jeans and a t-shirt. Hermione, on the other hand, spent a while trying to decide what to wear.
"Hermione, it's just Harry and Ginny," he said, bored.
"For you it's just Ginny, but for me is the sister of the man I cheated on. I want to look nice …"
"Why? Ginny's not into girls," he joked. She threw him a glare.
"Ron, this is serious! I want to look perfect. If I choose a look too casual she might think I don't care, but I don't want to dress too smartly and overdo it, either …"
Ron stared at her in disbelief, but understood she was nervous and this was her way to deal with it. "We're having dinner at their house. Why don't you put those jeans?" he suggested, pointing at one of the pairs on the bed. "They're nice but not too nice. Then you can wear one of your blouses."
She tilted her head, giving it some thought. "That might work, yes."
"But just let me think you're overthinking this. Don't get surprised if they are in pyjamas and slippers."
She stared at him, the jeans in her hand. "You're joking, right?"
He smiled at her. He was. Well, mostly.
Half an hour later, after Hermione finished dressing, fixing her hair and getting ready, they took the Floo to Harry and Ginny's house. Harry, dressed in just jeans and a t-shirt, was putting plates on the table, and turned round when he heard the noise. He smiled at them.
"Hi, guys."
"Hey, Mate," replied Ron. Hermione moved beside him, glancing around briefly before giving Harry a small, nervous smile. "Good evening, Harry."
Having heard people talking, Ginny came in from the kitchen, an apron tied to her waist. She looked at Ron and Hermione.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi, sister."
"Hello, Ginny," said Hermione, her voice trembling a bit.
For a moment, no one talked, then Ginny put a wide grin on her face. "Do you fancy something to drink? Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."
"I want a beer," said Ron quickly.
"I'm fine, thanks," responded Hermione.
Harry summoned a couple of beers and gave one to Ron. "So, Hermione, Ron told me you had a meeting about your proposal. Did it go well?"
Ron cursed Harry inwardly, then himself. He should have told him Percy would be there, but he avoided mentioning his older brother as much as he could, especially when talking about anything Hermione-related.
"Yes," she answered, giving him a forced smile. "Thanks for asking."
"So — what are we having for dinner?" asked Ron, trying to break the tension in the room. "I'm famished."
"When aren't you?" retorted Harry with a smirk.
"Shut up, Harry. I'm tall and fit, not a scrawny boy like you."
"I'm not scrawny."
"You —" started to say Ron, but was interrupted by Ginny.
"Oh, shut up, you two," she demanded, sounding exasperated. "Why don't you make yourselves useful? Finish setting the table and watch the oven," she ordered, taking off her apron. "I'll show Hermione the house."
Ron glanced at Hermione, who looked suddenly terrified at the prospect of being alone with Ginny. Yet she gave him a small nod, telling him it was okay. Ron nodded as well and followed Harry to the kitchen while the girls stayed in the dining room.
"She won't kill Hermione, right?" asked Ron in a low voice.
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's your sister, you git."
"Exactly."
"They'll be fine. She is on your side."
"Yeah," said Ron, unsure, glancing at the door.
— o —
Meanwhile, in the living room, Ginny and Hermione were staring at each other, neither of them sure of what to tell the other. In the end, it was the younger girl who broke the ice. "Well, this is the living and dining room," she explained, even though it was obvious. "That's the kitchen," she added, pointing to the door the boys have disappeared through, "and this hallway leads to the downstairs bathroom and the office," she explained, opening both doors.
"Nice," commented Hermione, feeling like an idiot. God, she had had talks with this woman, had even shared confidences, and now everything was so awkward. Why had she agreed to do this? It was too soon, she was not ready —
"Let's go upstairs," said Ginny, interrupting her train of thoughts.
Hermione nodded again. Ginny climbed up the stairs, with Hermione in tow. The first floor had three small bedrooms, a master one with an ensuite, and another bathroom.
"It's really nice," said Hermione, feeling even more stupid for saying the word 'nice' again. "Harry's parents lived here, didn't they?" she asked.
Ginny looked at her. "In the village, yes, but this is not their house. We bought this one because Harry wanted to live here, to keep a connection with his parents. They're buried in the local graveyard. But he didn't want to live in the same house. Too many bad memories."
Hermione nodded. "It's so sad, what happened to him. So unfair."
"Yes, Ron told you, right? Everything."
Hermione nodded again, not sure if she had betrayed Ron's trust. This was something very personal, after all, and she, Hermione, was little more than a stranger.
"He's never told anyone else," commented Ginny. "Well, he's shared bits of it, of course, but never the whole story."
"I hope you're not mad about that?" pleaded Hermione. "I know you've got many reasons to be, Ginny, and to distrust me, but I swear I won't tell anyone. And I truly care about Ron."
Ginny didn't respond. She opened a door at the end of the corridor that led to a balcony that looked towards the rest of the village. She rested her arms on the railing.
"He looks happy. Ron, I mean," she said.
"I hope he is," replied Hermione, moving next to her and looking outside. "He — he makes me happy. He's utterly ridiculous at times, and says the most absurd things, but he makes me laugh so much," she added with a smile.
Ginny chuckled.
Hermione turned to face Ginny, her expression becoming serious. "Ginny, I know what I did was horrible. Percy —"
"Percy is a prat," interrupted Ginny, a scowl on her face. "I can't believe what he did. Well, I guess I can." She shook her head. "But yeah, that doesn't exactly make what you did right. But, as I said, Ron looks happy, and Ron is my favourite brother. I know it doesn't look like that, because we're always teasing the other, but, being the youngest …" she trailed off. "I can see how much he cares for you. And you seem genuinely ashamed of what you did, and you had to endure being Percy's girlfriend for almost three months, or something like that. I think that's punishment enough."
Hermione felt almost on the verge of tears. "I am. I am ashamed. Though I won't lie and pretend I didn't like what was happening with Ron, because I did. But believe me, I never wanted to cause trouble, or hurt anyone. I know that going out with Ron is, in many ways, wrong. To be honest, when he came to see me and asked me out, I wanted to refuse. I mean, not really wanted," she amended, "but I felt it was what I had to do. But — well, your brother has his ways to always convince me, so here I am."
Ginny nodded. "But you really want to be with him. You said you were happy with him."
She nodded. "I am. Ron can be rude and a prat sometimes, but he — well, he just makes everything brighter, if you know what I mean."
"He does," agreed Ginny. She smiled at Hermione and put her hand on top of Hermione's on the railing. "Look, things didn't happen in the best way, of course, but they happened. And, as I said, he looks happy, and that's the most important thing to me." She made a pause, then added, in a softer voice, "You can stop being so tense, Hermione. I'm not going to hex you."
Hermione exhaled, feeling the anxiety she had been accumulating dissolve, at least partially, and grinned at Ginny, trying to fight off the tears threatening to spill.
"Thank you. I — I truly liked your family, and I hated myself for what I was doing, but — that thing with Ron …"
Ginny laughed. "Yes, I know. I mean, I don't," she amended herself, realising what she had said. "Ron is a prat most of the time, but there's something about him that draws people. He's very loyal, and when he cares about someone he's fiercely protective. He was like that with me, and with Harry. And yes, he's funny. You never get bored with him."
Hermione nodded vehemently, agreeing with everything Ginny had said. "Yes."
"I think you make a good couple," continued Ginny. "Even that first day, when you kept clashing, it was like two wands connecting or something like that."
Hermione tried not to blush, remembering that first kiss that had left her very angry and so incredibly aroused. "I've wanted to kill him so many times," she said.
Ginny laughed. "I'm familiar with the feeling." They fell silent for a bit, then Ginny looked at her again. "Look," she added, her tone serious once more, "Harry and I are okay with this, with you two together. But things with my family might take some time."
"I know, and I understand," said Hermione. "The last thing I want is to cause more problems, Ginny. If your parents never wanted to talk to me again, I'd wouldn't hold it against them."
"They'll come around," promised Ginny. "It's not only the cheating part, you know. All of us are a bit in shock about Percy's behaviour. Of course, we knew he was incredibly ambitious, and that he and Ron didn't get along. But we didn't imagine things were so awful. Not even Harry, and that's saying a lot."
Hermione couldn't help but think about the things Percy had told her about Ron, and her jaw tightened. She didn't say anything, though. Despite everything, it felt wrong, saying bad things about Percy to his sister.
"He didn't want your parents too worry," she said at last.
Ginny shook her head. "Let's not talk more about that," she said. "Tell me, things are going well between you, then? He looks happy, and when he told us about Italy he couldn't stop grinning like a fool. It was a bit sickening, to be honest."
Hermione's mind was suddenly filled with images of their days — and nights! — in Naples, and she felt her cheeks burn.
Ginny laughed. "I get lack of 'action' is not a problem with Ron?"
"No," confessed Hermione, giving Ginny a conspiratorial smile. "I've been getting more action than ever before."
Ginny almost doubled with laughter, and a moment later Hermione was laughing with her.
— o —
The oven emitted a long beep, indicating dinner was ready. Harry used his wand to open it and take the tray out.
"What the hell are they doing?" asked Ron, feeling slightly anxious. "They left almost ten minutes ago."
"You worry too much," said Harry nonchalantly, taking the tray to the living room while Ron carried the bowl of salad and the bread.
"Ginny can be quite scary," replied Ron.
"Can't deny that," laughed Harry.
Ron fetched two new beers, and had just given Harry his when they heard a noise and Ginny and Hermione appeared on the staircase, laughing. Both Harry and Ron stared at them, perplexed.
"Everything okay?" asked Ron tentatively.
Hermione grinned at him. "Yes."
"What, were you wondering if I was stuffing her body somewhere, Ron?" inquired Ginny with a raised eyebrow.
"No," responded Ron unconvincingly.
"You're such an idiot …" She shook her head. "Come on, let's have dinner."
They sat down, Ron and Hermione in front of Harry and Ginny. The four of them were now much more relaxed than before, and Ron's mouth began to salivate at the smell of the roasted chicken. Harry poured wine for everyone while they put food on their plates.
"This tastes fantastic, Ginny," commented Hermione. "I mean, I assume you did it —"
"Oh, she did," assured Harry, grinning. "I'm just the breakfast expert."
"It tastes much better than your sandwiches, Ron," Hermione teased him.
"Ha, ha," he said sarcastically. "Spoke the famous chef …"
"I'm better than you," replied Hermione, giving him a playful shove.
"Which is not saying much," pointed out Harry with a smile.
"Shut up, you idiot," said Ron. "I can make an excellent breakfast as well."
"That's true," conceded Hermione, grinning at him.
"At least some of my efforts are appreciated," said Ron.
Still smiling, Hermione took a sip of her wine and directed her attention to Harry and Ginny. "So, how was your holiday? South of France, wasn't it?"
"It was great," responded Harry with a dreamy smile. "Amazing weather, wonderful beaches, a beautiful redhead by my side …" he added, smiling sideways at Ginny.
Ginny looked at Hermione, then said, "The poor guy still thinks flattery works on me."
"And it doesn't?" asked Hermione.
"A bit, but don't tell him," replied Ginny in a low, conspiratorial voice. Both girls dissolved into giggles.
Harry chuckled, but Ron raised an eyebrow at them. "You disappear for ten minutes and come back as best friends?" he inquired. He looked at Harry. "You haven't got a secret stash of dragon bone powder or something like that, right?"
Harry stared at Ginny in mock horror. "Ginny! You didn't share our secret stash with Hermione, didn't you? It's for our special nights!"
Ginny tried to look contrite. "Sorry, honey," he said, in an overly sweet voice that didn't suit her at all, "but seeing that Hermione is dating Ron, I thought she really needed it."
"When you put it that way …"
Hermione was making an obvious effort not to guffaw, covering her mouth with her hand. Ron, on the other hand, scowled.
"You two are prats," he declared before filling his mouth with more food.
"Mostly, it was relaxing," said Harry, going back to the subject of their holidays. "Exactly what I needed."
Hermione nodded. "I know what you mean. Disconnecting for a while. I needed some distance too," she explained, her expression serious, almost apologetic. "Of course, my brain has a way to never stop going about things and never letting me rest. Then Ron appeared and — well …"
"He drove you completely nuts," finished Ginny with a knowing nod. "I understand, don't worry."
Harry and Hermione burst into new fits of laughter.
"Oh, you don't know how much I love being your source of amusement!" he growled. He pointed his fork at Ginny. "You're lucky you're a good cook."
"I love you too, dear brother," she replied with as smirk.
"No, now seriously, I really had fun when he came," admitted Hermione, still smiling brightly. "We enjoyed the beach, we even visited a couple of museums —"
"Ron, museums?" asked Ginny, astounded. "Wow."
"Hey!" protested Ron, offended. "The way you said that, one would think I'm an uncultured idiot."
"You are an idiot," stated Ginny. "Well, Harry is like that as well. If you go on holiday with both of them you end up lying about all day and doing nothing."
"Since when is this about me?" interjected Harry. "We go to places and see things."
"I know, I know," Ginny said, patting his hand. "You're amazing, dear. It's just Ron's influence."
"You're in the right way to get a massive tickling," Ron threatened. He looked at Hermione. "She can't stand it. Tickle her sides and she'll pee all over herself."
"I won't!" yelled Ginny, her ears turning red.
Ron laughed. "Oh, ask your ears, dear sister."
"Harry, tell Hermione that's not true!"
Harry, who was grinning, just shrugged. "Sorry, love, but …"
Ginny huffed and looked again at Hermione. "See? They're prats."
Hermione laughed happily. Then, after a minute, she got up. "Excuse me, but I've got to go to the loo."
They nodded at her, and she disappeared into the hallway. The moment she was out of hearing range, Ron looked at his sister and brother-in-law.
"Thank you," he said sincerely.
"What for?" asked Harry.
"For all this. For the jokes. Not that I'm giving you permission to tease me whenever you fancy, but you're making her feel welcomed and relaxed. She was very nervous before coming."
"We like Hermione, Ron," said Ginny. "And you look truly happy, in a way we've never seen before."
Ron nodded.
Hermione came back, giving them a smile. The rest of the dinner went smoothly, between jokes and stories, and, when it was time to leave, Ron felt truly hopeful.
Hermione gave Ginny and Harry two heartfelt hugs before taking the Floo, and Ron thanked them again.
"See you on Sunday?" asked Ginny.
Ron nodded. "Yeah. We have lunch with her parents tomorrow."
"Well, good luck, then," said Harry patting his shoulder.
"Behave," warned Ginny, causing Ron to roll his eyes.
Hermione was waiting for him in front of the fireplace. The moment he stepped out, she hugged him tightly.
"Tonight went well, don't you think?" he asked, caressing the back of her head.
"Yes. Better than I could have expected."
Ron pecked her forehead. "What did you and Ginny talk about when she showed you the house?"
Hermione gave him a devilish smile. "That's between her and me."
"Oh, come on! You won't tell me anything?"
"Nope. Now let's go to bed, Mr Weasley, tomorrow is going to be another intense day."
Ron watched her go, still wondering. Then told himself that, as long as things were okay, it didn't matter.
— o —
Saturday, 30th August 2003
The Sun was shining brightly in Bedford when they Apparated there. A perfect day for a barbecue, in Hermione's words. As they walked towards the Grangers' house, hand in hand, Ron couldn't deny he felt nervous. He was glad he was wearing his best short-sleeved, button-down shirt (which was rather fresh) and denim shorts, because he was already sweating. Hermione, to his delight and torture, was also wearing a short-sleeved, body-fitting blouse and the same shorts she had worn the day they had met.
Despite her assurances that everything would go smoothly, because her parents were really laid-back and had always trusted her decisions completely, he could tell she looked nervous when she opened the front door.
"Mum? Dad?"
"In the kitchen, dear!"
Giving him a smile over her shoulder, she walked in, with Ron in tow, and headed for the kitchen.
"Hi, Mum."
Mrs Granger was preparing a bowl of salad, and lifted her head, grinning widely. "Good morning, dear. Ron, welcome."
"Good morning," he said, sounding rather sheepishly.
"I know introductions are not necessary, but — Ron, my mum. Mum, Ron Weasley, my boyfriend." Ron smiled, feeling his stomach flip a bit upon hearing 'my boyfriend' coming from her lips.
"Mrs Granger," said Ron with a nod.
"Please, call me Jean," said Mrs Granger, focusing her friendly eyes on him. "Seems you were successful," she added, smirking.
Ron felt his ears burn a bit. "Er — yeah. I owe you a lot."
Jean Granger laughed. "Well, as long as you keep Hermione smiling, I'll consider myself paid."
"Mum!" exclaimed Hermione.
"I'll try my best," promised Ron with a grin.
Hermione shook her head. "Where's Dad?"
"He's already preparing the meat." She looked at Ron. "I hope you like it, Ron."
"I like any kind of meat, except corned beef," said Ron. "I'm sure I'll love it."
"Well, if you don't, don't worry, because you won't leave hungry. Hermione told me how much you liked it, so I made another lemon and meringue pie," she said.
Ron tried with all his might to keep a straight face. "Oh, yes, I really loved it," he said, throwing a quick glance at Hermione, who looked away. "Thank you so much."
"Let's go say hi to Dad," suggested Hermione, diverting the conversation from the pie.
Her mum nodded and they went back to the living room. She opened the backdoor and stepped out. Before Hermione could follow her, Ron put his hands on her waist from behind and whispered into her ear, "Do you think we could take the leftovers?"
He felt her shiver at his words. "Ron!" she hissed. "Don't make me think about that right now."
"Okay, okay," he said, grinning, and released her.
They got out and approached her father. Ron looked curiously at the device in which he was preparing the meat. It was making a hissing noise and emitting smoke, and Ron felt his mouth water at the smell.
"Hi, honey," greeted Hermione's dad, smiling at his daughter. "How're you doing?"
"Good," responded Hermione, giving him a quick hug. "Dad, this is Ron Weasley, my boyfriend," she added, when she pulled away from him.
Mr Granger fixed his eyes in him, and, though they were kind, Ron could tell he was studying him.
"Welcome to our house, Ron," he said with a smile. "I hope you like the menu. Hermione told us you love meat."
"Thank you, Mr Granger. And yeah, I do. It smells amazing."
"Oh, don't be so formal, you can call me William — or rather, Will."
Ron approached the device and watched it with interest.
"I know you wizarding fold can do this faster, but I like watching the meat cook slowly," commented Mr Granger.
"Well, with magic it's easier and a bit faster, but food has to be cooked the same way," explained Ron. He then looked around at their backyard, which was quite spacious and well-maintained. The grass was neatly mown, and the flowers adorning the walls surrounding it looked healthy. Towards the right side, there were a few trees, with a small table and garden chairs in their shade, and towards the left, facing the lane that led to the street, were the garages for their two cars. Ron didn't know much about cars, but they looked good and quite expensive.
"You have a really nice house," he commented.
"Thank you," said Hermione's dad. "But it's just a normal, suburban house. I'm sure yours is much more interesting, being all magical."
"It's okay, I guess," said Ron. "But it's not as beautiful."
"I think your house is amazing, Ron," interjected Hermione.
"It's quite chaotic."
"Yes, but it's cosy. Warm. Sometimes I feel this one is too big for just the three of us."
"But you have never lived here, right?" asked Ron. "I mean, you just came back from France."
"Oh, this house has been ours since Hermione was about one year old," intervened Mr Granger as he turned some pieces of meat. "We never sold it when we moved to France. We used to come three of four times every year."
"Oh," nodded Ron.
"Why don't you show it to him, Hermione?" suggested her mum. "Lunch won't be ready in at least half an hour, right?"
"Yes," confirmed her husband.
"Okay. Come on, Ron."
Ron followed her, his eyes darting briefly to her shapely bum.
"Do you want something to drink?" she asked him as they walked into the living room again.
"No, I'm fine."
Hermione explained a bit of the living room to him, then, as he had already seen the kitchen, moved to the office, which also acted as a library.
"So, some of these are yours?" asked Ron with a smirk, pointing at the bookcases.
"No," responded Hermione. "All these belong to my parents."
"And you haven't read them?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well, many of them, yes," admitted Hermione sheepishly. "But mine are in my room, upstairs. Come on, let's finish the ground floor.
The rest of the ground floor contained a small room containing what, according to Hermione's explanations, were washing and drying machines and other cleaning utils, and a bathroom. After seeing it, they climbed the stairs. The first floor had the master bedroom, another bathroom, two small guest rooms and Hermione's bedroom.
Ron was eager to see it. Giving they had moved to France when she was ten, it probably had been decorated when she was a child, and Ron wondered how Hermione was back then.
However, when she opened the door and revealed it, it wasn't at all what Ron had expected. The walls were painted in a soft blue. The queen size bed was also covered in a blue, fluffy-looking bedspread and surrounded by rugs that invited to walk barefooted. There was a desk just in front of the large window, which faced the backyard, and, besides a large wardrobe, the rest of the walls were covered by bookcases.
Certainly, it didn't look like a small child's bedroom.
Hermione watched, quite eagerly, while he looked all around. "Well, what do you think?" she asked at last.
"It's nice," he said. "Though I expected it to be a bit more childish."
"I changed the furniture and the decoration when I was a teenager, Ron."
Ron focused on her, and couldn't help but imagine her in that bed, sleeping, dreaming … fantasising?
"am I the first man who enters this room?" he asked with a lopsided smile.
Hermione furrowed her brow. "You know very well I lost my virginity at Beauxbatons."
"But you never slept here with Antoine? He never came?"
"No."
"So — no other boys?"
"There were no more boys, as you very well know."
"But you told me your parents have a really intense social life. That they would celebrate parties here, and invite friends."
"Yes, they did that during the summer."
"And surely they had sons your age?"
"Yes," she confirmed. She folded her arms under her chest. "Where are you going with this?"
"It's just, surely during some of those parties you sneaked a boy up here, just for a snog … maybe a bit of groping …"
She gaped at him. "Are you getting turned on by the idea of some boy touching me here?"
"No. I'm getting turned on by the idea of you being naughty in this room …" he said huskily, approaching her. She took a step back.
"Well, forget about it, because I never snogged — or anything else — anyone here. I told you, there were no one before Louis."
"And you never wanted to?" he pressed. "I mean, you were a teenage girl, you must have had a crush on any of the boys coming?"
She huffed, but the way she averted her eyes told him he had guessed correctly.
"Come on, tell me."
She glared at him. "Why do you care?" she replied. "It was just physical attraction, and he was a self-centred idiot too full of himself. I would never have let him touch me in any way."
"Ah, so there was someone, then!" he exclaimed in triumph. "What was his name?"
Hermione huffed. "Gabriel, but, as I told you, he was an idiot and we barely talked."
"No? So he never tried anything?"
"No!"
"But surely he realised how hot you were? If he was a boy, I'm sure he looked at your tits …" he said, touching one of them with the tips of his fingers.
"Ron," she said warningly.
Ron knew he should stop, yet he only felt emboldened. The nervousness for having lunch with her parents seemed to have vanished, crushed by the force of the fantasy forming in his mind. Quickly, he moved behind her and embraced her, putting his hands on her belly.
"I'm sure he noticed you, any boy with a cock would," he whispered against her ear, and was pleased to feel her shivering a bit. "I imagine him watching you walk into the house, going upstairs … his eyes trained on your ass, his cock getting hard in his trousers as he eyed the sway of your hips … He would wonder if you were still a virgin, and how good your tight teenage pussy would feel around his cock as he fucked you."
Ron's cock was now hard as rock, and he couldn't help but press it against her ass. Making her whimper.
"Ron, my parents are out there …" she said, almost pleading.
"But he was a bad boy, wasn't he, Hermione? The kind that doesn't care much about what parents want. Maybe he would feel it even more exciting. So he would sneak upstairs, come into your room, then close the door behind him. You would ask what he wanted, and he would flash you a charming smile and move towards you, like stalking a prey …"
"This — this is ridiculous, Ron, I would have —"
"Shush," he cut in, putting a hand over her mouth. "You must be quiet, Hermione. We don't want your parents and the rest of the guests to find out what a naughty girl you are, do you?"
"What are you —?"
He muffled her again, then kissed her neck. "Hermione Granger," he said in an odd, deep, sultry voice. "You have certainly grown up, haven't you?" he added, moving his hands to cup her tits.
"S-stop this," she said. "Ron, serious— ah!" she gasped when he gave her a good squeeze.
"I don't know who that Ron is, Hermione, but I'm not him; I'm Gabriel. And I know when a girl fancies me. We can have our fun, though. Just you and me. No one has to know," he whispered, breathing into her ear and causing her to shiver again. At the same time, he began to unbutton her blouse.
"What are you doing?" she asked, turning her head to face him.
He gave her his most brilliant grin. "As I said, you filled up quite nicely in all the right places, Hermione. I want to see your tits."
"I'm telling you, my parents — Mmmph!" she protested when he kissed her. He finished opening her blouse and put both hands at the top of her shorts. Then broke the kiss, flashing her another grin. "Nice lips," he commented. "Now — what about the lower ones?" he asked and, boldly, shoved his right hand under her shorts and her knickers so he was touching her pussy directly.
"Ron!" she hissed.
His look hardened. "Told you, I'm not that Ron. But you'll learn, I'll have you screaming my name in a bit." He began to rub her slit and, to his delight, she closed her eyes briefly and let out a silent moan. "I always dreaded these parties, coming here while I could be out there looking for some hot pussy. But this year I'm going to enjoy it. "You have quite a nice pussy, Hermione. Wet. Hot. And — are you wearing lace panties? I'm starting to think you're not as innocent and you pretend to be."
"S-seriously, we must stop, my parents will wonder where I'm — Ohhh!" Her protest was drowned when he managed to shove a finger in her.
"Fuck, you're cunt's so hot. I can't wait to be balls deep inside it."
Using his other hand, he unbuttoned her shorts, giving himself more space, and began to finger her. His left hand moved back up, to squeeze her bra-covered tits.
"Lace as well," he said, grinning, then leaned forward to see over her shoulder. "Mmmh, pink lace … Very sexy, Hermione … Fuck, you've really got nice tits. I'm pretty sure every boy down there wants to fuck you. But they'll just have to wank. I'm going to be be the only one plundering your sweet cunt today."
"Oh, gods …" she moaned as he fingered her faster, no longer bothering to ask him to stop. Instead, she began to move her hips, causing a delicious friction between her ass and his clothed cock.
"Do you like this?" he asked her, sliding his hand under the bra to knead her breasts directly. "I'm good with my hands, ain't I?"
"Y-yes," she moaned. "Gods …"
"Look at me," he ordered her.
Slowly, she complied with his request. Ron looked at her, relishing the expression of pleasure on her face. He kissed her, hard, then moved his left hand down her belly to her crotch, sliding two fingers over her swollen clitoris.
"Naughty girl," he whispered against her lips. "Getting off while her parents and friends are just downstairs. What would they say if they could see you know, prim and proper Hermione Granger moaning like a slut while being fingered?"
As he said that, he began to rub her clit with a precise motion, and Hermione came undone. She kissed him to muffle her screams, and Ron swallowed them hungrily. Hearing her and feeling her pussy clamp down on his fingers almost made him come in his pants. Fuck, she was incredible!
"Liked it, didn't you?" he asked smugly. She just panted, looking flustered and quite shocked about what had just happened. "But now I want my pleasure too."
Before she could say anything, he pushed her towards the bed, then forced her to spin around to face him. His eyes darted down to her heaving tits, almost spilling from that sexy pink bra. He put his hands on her shoulders and threw her onto the bed.
"No, we don't have —"
"We do," he replied, cutting her protest. "I'm not going to leave this room without cumming, Hermione. You must learn that it's not nice to leave a guy like this," he added, opening his jeans and shoving them and his boxers down enough to free his aching, hard cock. Hermione stared at him, eyes bulging.
"It's too b-big!" she stuttered in fear, and Ron had to restrain himself to stay in character and not jump. She was playing along!
"Yeah, it is. Will feel amazing when it goes deep in your virgin twat," he said, giving himself a few strokes. Then grabbed her shorts and knickers and tugged them violently. She fell onto her back, legs up, as he took them off her. Once naked from the waist down, he knelt on the floor and spread her legs, his eyes focusing on her drenched pussy.
"Fuck, so sexy," he said. Leaning in, he gave her a tentative lick.
"What — What are you d-d-doing!?" she asked.
"Tasting you. And, oh, Hermione, you have one of the tastiest pussies I've ever tried. But we haven't got time for this. I need to fuck you now."
Mounting her, he positioned himself at her entrance with one hand while using the other for support.
"Will — will it hurt?"
He smiled at her. "With a cock like mine? A bit, probably. But don't worry, it'll feel amazing soon."
"G-go slow," she begged.
He gave him a fake look of sympathy. "Oh, it's easier if I go fast, you'll see," he said, and then, staring into her eyes, thrust hard, burying himself in her to the hilt.
"Fuuuuck!" he groaned in pleasure. She was so wet and still so tight …
"OH, GODS!"
"Shhh," he said, savouring his tightness. "You'd better be quiet, Love, you don't want anyone from the party to come up here and find you with your legs open, right?"
"N-no."
"Good. Now let's enjoy this hot, tight pussy."
Ron began to move, fast and with purpose, slamming powerfully into her. Hermione couldn't help it and moaned, though she put one hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.
"Shit, you feel so fucking good!" he declared, his voice strained. "I've never had a pussy so tight! Unnngh, you'll make me cum in no time! Ahhh, shit, now this is a good party! Take my cock, Hermione. Take all of it! Fuuuck!"
"Oh, gods!" she moaned through her fingers. "Gods, you're so deep. Ohh, ohhhhh!"
"You like it, uh?" he asked, grinning, as he thrust harder and faster. "Innocent and proper my ass, you love cock!"
She didn't answer, but kept moaning, though trying to keep a low volume. Ron, meanwhile, threw himself into the fuck, her cunt gripping him so tightly. And the sight of her juicy tits jiggling inside her bra only made him even more aroused.
"I want you to cum again," he demanded. "I want you to show me how much you like your first fuck, how much your tight, juicy pussy loves my cock!"
Hermione moved her legs, though he didn't know whether consciously or not, and wrapped them around him. This allowed him to go even deeper, and he did, pounding her pussy happily.
"Cum for me, Hermione. Cum hard."
And she did. She arched her back and put her hands on her mouth, muffling her screams of pleasure. Ron closed his eyes briefly, revelling in the way her cunt fluttered around his invading cock.
"Uuungh, like that! Fuck, your pussy is perfect! Shit, I'm gonna cum too! Deep!"
"No!" she managed to say, still in the throes of orgasm. "Please no, I'm — I'm not on the pill, I might get p-pregnant!"
Ron almost exploded when he heard her say such a thing. Shit, she was playing her part so fucking well!
"I can't stop," he growled, still fucking her. "Your pussy feels so good, and I want to cum inside!"
"Please, no!"
He stopped moving. "Okay. I won't cum in your pussy, but I still want to cum inside you."
Her eyes opened wide. "M-my mouth?" she asked shyly. "You want me to — to swallow it?"
Her expression, her shyness, the mixture between excitation and fear … It was perfect. She was fucking perfect.
He gave her a wicked grin. "Not exactly," he said. Then, before she could ask, he pulled out and forced her onto her stomach.
"Your tits were not the only thing I've been watching, Hermione …" she trailed off, grabbing her ass and squeezing it before spreading it and revealing her puckered hole.
"N-no. N-no, please, not there! That's so dirty and you're too big and it'll hurt!"
He laughed. "Yeah, a bit, he said, straddling her ass, and moving his eager dick into position. "But I gave you pleasure, sweetie. You want to return to favour, right? Good girls are not selfish …"
"I — I —"
"You're a naughty girl who loves cock, you'll probably like it in the ass as well. Now brace yourself, because I'm fucking horny."
"O-okay, but go slow, please …"
He laughed, and then pushed. He hadn't cast a Lubrication charm, only had her juices, so, even though she was accustomed to this, he pushed slowly. Her ass opened for him and he let a guttural growl of pleasure when his cock sank into her perfect, tightest hole.
"Unngh, Hermione … Shit, I hope you stay for the entire Summer, we'll have so much fun. Fuck, your ass is so tight …"
"Oh gods, you're too big! Please, please, finish soon, you're too big!" she squealed.
Ron's arousal grew tenfold. No longer caring about the roleplaying, he began to fuck her ass hard, seeking his own release. Hermione moaned under him, but all his senses were now focused on his cock and how good it felt as it entered and exited her asshole.
"You like it, right?" he asked into her ear, feeling his orgasm approach like a rampant hippogriff. "You like it in the ass, Hermione?"
"Y-yes," she responded. "F-fuck my ass and f-finish, please …"
Ron couldn't resist anymore. His cock throbbed and he buried himself to the hilt before exploding like a fucking volcano. The pleasure was so intense he had to bit his lip to stop himself from screaming her name as he ejaculated into the clutching depths of her incredible, sexy ass.
"Oh, fuck … Oh, fuck, Hermione, this was the best fuck I've had in the entire Summer … No other girl let me fuck them in the ass …" he muttered against the back of her neck.
Hermione didn't respond. She had her face buried in the bedspread as she panted.
Now that his lust for her had been sated, Ron began to wonder for how long they had stayed here. Remembering he had seen a clock on her bedside table, he lifted his head and looked at it. They had been here for almost fifteen minutes.
Slowly, he pulled out of her ass and, reaching for his wand, cast a Cleaning charm on them both. Hermione rolled onto her back and looked at him.
"Gods, Ron, you're completely crazy! My parents will be wondering where we are!"
Ron smiled at her. "Well, if I'm crazy you're as well." He pulled up his boxers and jeans and then joined her on the bed. "You loved it," he said, cupping her breast over her bra and pecking her lips."
"I did, but it doesn't mean —"
"Shush," he said, putting a finger over her lips. "Remember you're dating a seasoned Auror. We are experts in covert operations."
Leaving her slightly bewildered, he got up and approached the window. He looked down and saw her parents were still next to the barbecue. He looked back at Hermione. "Just tell them you were showing me your photos, books and childhood memories."
She blinked a few times, staring at him. "Why are you so — so calm? You were anxious this morning!"
Ron smirked at her. "Well, I fucked you in your childhood bedroom, even in the ass, and made true one of your fantasies … How can I not be relaxed?"
She shook her head at him and began to redress. "This was not one of my fantasies, by the way," she denied. "And cast a Refreshening Charm, this room reeks of sex."
Ron cast the charm. "It was, you just didn't know it until now."
She threw him a glare. Ron kept smiling at her and, eventually, she let out a sigh and shook her head.
"What am I going to do with you?"
"Whatever you want," he said, opening the door before sitting next to her again. "Come on, you loved it. You played along. When you said that about the pill … Fuck."
She blushed. "It's your fault, you get me to do things that —" She sighed again. "Okay, I loved it. Happy?"
Ron grinned goofily at her. "Very. And I won't even be mad if you truly thought about that Gabriel guy while we were at it."
Liar.
"I didn't think about him, you prat. I told you, he was attractive, yes, but nothing else. I always thought he was an asshole."
Ron's expression turned a bit serious and he grabbed her hand. "Look, some of the things I said … I was just acting like a self-centred prick. I would never call you a slut."
Hermione smiled at him. "I know, Ron. Don't worry. I'm aware you have an amazing talent to act like an asshole," she teased.
He let out a laugh. "I guess I have some talent, yeah. You were pretty convinced I am one during our first meetings."
She stared at him. "No, not really. Rude, obnoxious and bad-mannered, yes, but not a true asshole, even though I called you that."
Ron laughed and gave her a brief kiss. "It's good to know." He got up and began to look at some of the pictures on the bookcases. "Tell me something about your childhood here. Something funny," he asked.
"I doubt you'd call anything I used to do 'funny,'" replied Hermione.
"I'm sure that —"
"Hermione?" they heard her mother call from the bottom of the stairs.
She almost jumped on the bed, her eyes wide.
"Act normal!" Ron whispered.
Hermione gulped. "Yes, Mum?" she yelled back.
"The food is almost ready!"
She moved off the bed and stepped into the hallway. "We'll be down in a minute," she said, looking towards the stairs.
"Okay."
Hermione made sure they looked exactly like when they had arrived and that her parents wouldn't know what they had been up to before heading down.
"You always tell me your parents are quite liberal," commented Ron when Hermione checked her appearance in the mirror one last time. "I mean, they know we stayed together in Naples, right?"
"Yes. And they are very liberal, but that doesn't mean I want them knowing we had sex in here."
"Okay."
They exited her room and went downstairs. Hermione's mum was carrying a stack of plates towards the table. "Your house is really nice," commented Ron quickly, grinning at her. "And I see that passion for books runs in the family."
Mrs Granger laughed. "It does, though Hermione seems to like them twice as much her father and me combined."
Ron chuckled. "Yeah."
"I'm right here, you know," said Hermione, mock glaring at them.
Her mum flashed her a grin. "Can you bring the rest of the cutlery from the kitchen, dear?" she asked, then looked at Ron. "Do you mind helping Will bring the trays with the meat?"
"Not at all," said Ron, and headed for the door. The moment his back was towards Mrs Granger, he let out sigh. Despite how confident he had wanted to appear in front of Hermione, he was relieved their little tryst had gone unnoticed.
Mr Granger was checking on the last pieces of meat on the grill.
"I came to help you bring the trays inside," said Ron.
Mr Granger nodded at him. "Thanks, Ron."
Ron watched as Mr Granger moved and turned the meat so it cooked for all sides. But before moving all of it to the trays, he said, "May I talk to you about something, now we're alone?"
"Er — yeah," responded Ron, feeling a bit afraid. Mr Granger seemed to notice his sudden discomfort, because he smiled.
"Oh, I'm not going to give you the 'you'd-better-don't-hurt-my-daughter speech," he said quickly. "Jean and I have always trusted Hermione's decisions. We raised her to be responsible and, well, she's smarter than either of us. Besides, she would be livid if I did such a thing. She would call me an overprotective, chauvinistic father, and I definitely don't want that," he added, chuckling.
Ron laughed, relieved. "Yeah, that sounds exactly like her."
"Look, I don't know much about how this happened. I mean, her ending up with you, when six weeks ago she was dating your brother. I just didn't ask. As I said, I trust Hermione. Besides, taking into account how I was in my early twenties, I'm not very fit to give anyone advice about their love lives. That doesn't mean I don't worry a bit, of course. She's my daughter and I want her to be happy."
"I understand," said Ron. "Look, Mr — I mean, Will, I care a lot about your daughter. I know that we didn't have the best start, and that our relationship isn't very conventional, but I do care about her. No other girl has ever made me feel the way she does. And I know this must sound like empty words, but they aren't. I think you know about Morgana Coulthard?"
"Yes, she told us about her. We're really proud of what you two achieved with that girl."
Ron nodded. "Well, a couple of months ago I wouldn't have been able to see her the way I see her now. And if now I can, it's all thanks to Hermione. She's incredibly beautiful and attractive, of course, but she's also smart, intelligent, kind, and funny. She helped me to be a better person, Will."
Mr Granger nodded. "She thinks highly of you as well. But what really worries me is — well, how is your family taking this? She really liked them, and I don't want her to suffer because they won't accept your relationship."
Ron let out a sigh. "Well, it's not easy, of course. But I promise you, I'm working on that. Believe me when I say I want Hermione in my life for a long, long time."
Mr Granger seemed to contemplate his response, and then nodded. "Okay. You seem a good man, Ron, and I trust Hermione, so I'll let you two to deal with this." He looked at the trays. "Let's take this inside. I don't know about you, but I'm famished."
"Yeah," nodded Ron. "It really smells amazing."
Ron took out his wand and made the trays float. "No risk of burning ourselves this way," he explained.
"Feel free," smiled Mr Granger. "I love magic!"
"What too you two so long?" asked Hermione when they walked inside.
"There were a few pieces that weren't properly cooked yet," explained her dad as Ron lowered the trays on the table.
"Everything's ready, then?" asked Hermione's mum, coming from the kitchen with a bottle of red wine.
"Yes, dear," said her husband.
"Okay, sit down, all of you!"
Hermione's parents were really easy-going, and Ron soon felt comfortable around them. For obvious reasons, they avoided questions about his family, but Ron delighted them with stories about his job as an Auror and his time at Hogwarts. In turn, he asked a lot of questions about their work as dentists and about Hermione as a child.
Hermione seemed elated at how well things were going, and didn't stop smiling, her feet touching his under the table.
After lunch, Hermione and Ron took care of the dishes with magic, and the four of them went for a walk around the neighbourhood to show Ron the places Hermione had visited as a child, like her school or her favourite bookshop. When they went back, Hermione's parents went inside to get refreshments, telling Hermione and Ron to go sit down in the yard.
"It's going really well, don't you think?" asked Hermione once they were seated on the chairs.
"Yeah," nodded Ron. "Your mum and dad are amazing."
She grinned at him. "You're having a good time, then?"
"Yeah. The highlight of the day was the visit to your room, though." He squeezed her bare thigh as he smirked at her. "Do you think we could get away with another romp in there?"
"You're a complete pervert," she muttered, smacking his arm playfully. "I've been thinking about that the entire afternoon."
"Have you?" he asked, delighted. "Doesn't that make you the pervert?"
"Yeah, because you haven't been thinking about it," she replied sarcastically.
Ron just shrugged, still smiling. He looked at the house, watching her parents move in the kitchen through the window.
"Did I tell you this is the first time I meet my girlfriend's parents?"
"Really?" asked Hermione, a bit surprised.
"Yeah. Well, I met Lavender's mum, but only because we ran into her in Diagon Alley once. She said I should go there for lunch, but I never did. We broke up just a couple of weeks after that day."
"And she never went to The Burrow?"
Ron shook his head. "Nope. We had dinner a few times with some of my brothers, mainly Harry and Ginny, but never with my parents."
"And she didn't mind?"
"She did. It's one of the things that came out when we broke up. Along with the fact I clearly didn't want to us to move in together."
"But you agreed to meet mine," pointed out Hermione.
"Yeah, I did."
They stared into each other's eyes for a bit.
"Did you meet Louis's or Antoine's parents?" he asked after a moment, needing a distraction so he wouldn't jump her and snog her senseless.
"I met Antoine's," answered Hermione. "They were nice, though I think you would have thought they were a bit stuck-up.
Ron burst into laughter. "Well, that's something you won't ever said about my family!"
"I love your family the way it is."
Ron stopped laughing and grabbed her hand. "I wish things with them were as easy as with yours," commented Ron.
"It would be, if we had done things right," replied Hermione. Ron couldn't deny that, and just nodded.
I'll fix that, he thought as her parents came out of the house with trays and drinks. I want everything with you, Hermione.
And that's it! I hope you liked the scene in Hermione's bedroom, is one of my favourite sex scenes in the story. I also hope you liked Hermione's POV as she talked to Ginny, and Ron meeting Hermione's parents 'oficially.'
Now, let me tell you that, if it doesn't happen before, the birthday of my child is scheduled for next Tuesday. That means I won't publish in the middle of the week, but I hope I can upload next chapter on the weekend, because I think all of you will love it.
My intention when I started publishing, and one of the reasons I updated at least twice a week, was that I wanted you to have read the part when Ron and Hermione get together before the birth. I achieved that, so, even though of course the rest of the story is important, I think it's easier to wait for. Not much, however! There are only three chapters left, after all!
Wish me luck!