I am so so so so sorry this took forever to write. Truth be told, I had a very hard time with this chapter and I'm still not completely satisfied with it. That and life got very much in the way.

I should be wrapping this story up soon. I had so much fun writing it, especially the dynamics with Blaise and Rashida. I will most definitely make a fic for them on their own, they are just too cute.

Also, I am currently moving these pics over to Wattpad. Don't worry, whatever new fics I come up with shall always be posted here, but I like over there too. It is also giving me an opportunity to edit and revamp my fics, so I will be doing a lot of that with them as well. So, if you read any of them over and you see some new things or see some ish taken out, that is why. The Royals, Twelve Kisses, The All Knowing Luna Lovegood, Rescue Me, The Lives Of The Broken, and Diamonds and Rubies have all been edited and revamped.

Anyways, on with the fic :)


Chapter 39: Nervous

Ron made his way towards the Room of Requirement wondering for what Hermione could have wanted. Her note didn't explain much at all, just said there was a surprise for him. For her to be breaking the rules, it must have been really serious. Hermione rarely broke the rules. Bent them maybe, but hardly ever break them.

He hoped that it wasn't anything bad, despite the letter saying surprise. Surprises were usually good, but you never knew when it Hermione. Weren't they doing well? Wasn't she happy with him? He was most certainly over the moon happy with her. Had he done something wrong?

His mind flashbacked to a few days ago when they were getting pretty cozy in his bed. He remembered he had rubbed his hand up her smooth caramel colored thigh. She seemed like she liked it at first, and then his hand made it to her soft spot and she really seemed to enjoy that. But then after a couple of minutes, she wanted to stop. She said she wasn't ready. And while he respected that 100%, he just couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something wrong and she wasn't telling him. He felt like maybe blue had rushed things, and she was now going to let him have it. He was not looking forward to a cross Hermione.

He had finally made it to the seventh floor without being detected. He also had Harry's map, and it had said that Filch wasn't too far from him, so he crouched down against the wall trying to make his tall and bulky self as small as he could, so that the cloak could cover up every inch of him. He watched as Mrs. Norris sniffed around, more than likely catching the scent of his cologne that Hermione loved for him to wear. The cat looked confused as she turned her head towards him and saw absolutely nothing at all. He held his breath as Filch and Mrs. Norris passed slowly by him and went down the stairs.

He let out a sigh of relief and stood up in front of the tapestry. He then thought of getting to Hermione, as she really didn't give instructions on how to gain entry to the room. A minute later, an old door appeared. A door that looked belonged in a classroom.

He opened the door and walked in, closing the door after himself. He looked around and noticed that the room resembled the school library to a tee. Even down to Madam Pince's rickety looking desk.

"Hermione? Where are you?" he whispered.

He walked the aisles of books until he got to the study area. Then his mouth fell open.

There Hermione was sitting stretched out on one of the tables wearing something that he had only seen in one of Dean's muggle Playboy bunny books his cousin sent him from America. She had on these somewhat big black frames, making her look like a tantalizing nerd. She had books stacked up around her. Ron had never been turned on by the library and literature in his life.

Her legs, despite her height, were long, smooth, inviting. She had on high heels, which only added to the illusion. The fact that even though she was only pretending to read, yet she looked like she was thoroughly interested in the book made Ron think that maybe she should study a bit harder. Especially when the subject material was her.

"Oh there you are. Took you long enough." said Hermione, continuing to pretend to read.

Ron didn't say anything. He really didn't know what to say. He was too busy trying to decide if he was dreaming, or if he had died and gone to heaven. No way was this reality.

Hermione peeked over the book and chuckled at Ron's stunned face. "Yes Ron, I'm really here. Looking like this." she said as if Ron was wearing the question on his forehead.

Ron finally gained his senses back. Somewhat.

"Hermione, you look... Blimey..." he manage to spit out.

"This has been a bit of a fantasy of mine." said Hermione in a forced voice of confidence as she got up and walked towards Ron. She could tell that she had to be the assertive on, which was fine by her. "Me and you, late night studying in a dark corner of the library. You taking my virginity against a shelf of books."

Ron breathed in deep. He felt myself hardening even more as she put a delicate finger on his bottom lip.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "The other night, I thought I had done something wrong."

"I think I am. I am of age, you know. Usually, girls my age would have tried to do something by now. Like the other night. Which, I didn't have a problem with" said Hermione, blushing from ear to ear.

"Oh." said Ron, trying not to hold his breath. "Well, good. I didn't have a problem with it either."

"Don't be scared of this, Ron. I want this. I want you." whispered Hermione in his ear as she put her hands behind his neck, gently playing with his hair.

Ron seemed to relax a bit at her touch. He lowered his head and proceeded to meet his lips with hers.

Now Ron and Hermione had snogged plenty of times since that day during the Christmas holiday. However, this kiss felt much different. The kiss seemed to transfer every emotion both parties

were feeling back and forth to each other. He could feel Hermione's timidness and longing for him, while Hermione could feel Ron's hesitation and lust for her.

He felt the sheer silk back of Hermione's negligee in between his fingertips. The material felt wonderful, however, it blocked her smooth skin that was underneath it, the skin that was begging to be touched.

Ron gently picked Hermione up and placed her back on the table she was sitting on. He was in between her legs, his hand slipping up her thigh as the kiss deepened.

His kisses moved down to Hermione's awaiting neck, waking up something in the both of them. All the nervousness that the both of them felt had leapt out the window, and was replaced by the urge to rip each other's clothes off, which Hermione proceeded to do, as she took Ron's shirt and ripped it open, unapologetically popping the buttons off.

Not skipping a beat, Ron took the bottom of the thin material that Hermione was wearing and lifted it over her head and off her body, tossing it over to where his shirt was residing on the floor. He placed gentle kisses down her chest, causing Hermione to make delightful sounds as he explored her breasts with his hands and mouth.

When Hermione moved her hands to his belt buckle, Ron froze.

"What's the matter?" asked Hermione. "Did I do something wrong?"

Ron hesitated before answering. "I may be rubbish." he said shyly, blushing.

"Its our first time, Ron. I'm pretty sure I'll be rubbish too." giggled Hermione.

"No you won't." said Ron as he kissed her neck, allowing Hermione to go back to unbuckling his belt. "You'll be brilliant. You're brilliant at everything."

Hermione blushed as she felt Ron's strong but delicate hand brush over her lacy knickers. The fact that the thin material is what separated Ron's fingers from fully touching her sent a wave of excitement through her body.

Hermione laid back on the table (which she had put a cushioning charm on, so it felt as if she was laying back on a soft bed) as Ron slid her knickers off of her legs. He looked at Hermione's fully naked form and licked his lips with desire.

He quickly dropped his pants and boxers, kicking them to the side. Hermione scooted up on the table so that Ron could climb over top of her. He hovered over her, kissing her Los gently and nervously. His excitement causing him to not fully know what to do.

"Hermione, I-"

"It's okay." whispered Hermione in Ron's ear. "Just...be gentle. I heard it hurts for us girls the first time."

The comment made Ron even more nervous. "I don't want to hurt you. What if I-"

"Ron..."

"But I'm a right size, what if-"

"It'll be okay, I promise." said Hermione, getting frustrated.

"You say that now." said Ron. "But if I hurt you, you will be pissed off and then not-"

"Ronald Weasley, I swear to Merlin, if you don't get inside me right now, you will die a virgin in the next ten seconds." threatened Hermione.

Ron couldn't help but laugh. "Are you truly demanding me to fuck you?"

"RONALD!"

Ron thrusted into Hermione, not wanting to be as quick as he was, but at the same time, not wanting her to chew his head off. Hermione gasped as she felt as if her insides were ripping open. A single tear fell from her right eye.

"Oh shit!" yelled Ron. "Do I-"

"Don't...move." said Hermione. "Just a second."

She adjusted herself a bit and in an instant, the pain seemed to have disappeared. Ron felt as if he could move, so he pulled out and then slowly moved back inside of her.

This time, the pain was replaced by sheer pleasure. Hermione moaned in delight as Ron moved back and forth in and out of her. He kissed and nibbled at her neck, trying to concentrate on not making this a quick ending, despite the fact that Hermione's nails scratching down his back was making him want to do otherwise.

He soon got into a rhythm as Hermione whispered his name over and over. He lifted up as he plunged deeper into her core, causing her to cry out in delight.

He felt her walls squeezing tighter around him, the sensation willing him to let it all go. He opened his eyes and looked at Hermione's lust filled face. He regretted looking at her, because as soon as he did, he let himself go inside of her.

Ron truly felt defeated. He had always planned in his head that they would go for hours when they first made love. It didn't even seem like they were at it for ten minutes.

Hermione smiled an almost drunken grin as she looked up at Ron. Her smile fades when she saw the disappointment in his eyes.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" she asked worriedly.

"I'm so sorry." he repeated as he pulled out of her and sat on the table.

Hermione was confused. "Sorry for what?" she asked, getting up and sitting beside him.

"I didn't mean to just finish that quick. It was supposed to be special and I fucked it up." said Ron, looking down at the ground.

Hermione tried her best, but laughter flew out of her mouth.

Ron scoffed. "Oh yeah laugh. That makes me feel loads better." he said in an a sarcastic tone.

Hermione hopped out the table and stood in front of Ron. "No no, I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you or anything. You were brilliant, Ron, you really were. This was our first time, is all. Neither one of us were going to last that long. I've read in books that most guys don't even last as long as you did when they lose their virginity. Don't feel bad. I loved it."

Ron looked up and Hermione. "Really? Because I pictured out first time lasting much longer than this."

"I'm positive." said Hermione, kissing Ron on the lips. "So sure, that I wouldn't mind giving it another go right now. That is, if you're up for it. And it looks like you very much are." said Hermione, looking down at Ron's already hardening member.

"Come here, you minx" said Ron, snatching Hermione up in his arms.