Romione goodness. Smutty, Romione goodness lol. This chapter isn't all that important to the plot, so if smuttiness isn't your thing, you don't have to read it. And I'll be sure to get to the Luka mystery soon. Ron and Hermione deserved their moment lol.
This rewinds back to the night before.
You make it look like it's magic
Cause I see nobody, nobody
But you, you, you
I'm never confused
Hey, hey
I'm so used to being used
So I love when you call unexpected
Cause I hate when the moment's expected
So I'ma care for you, you, you
I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah
Cause girl you're perfect
You're always worth it
And you deserve it
The way you work it
Cause girl you earned it, yeah
Girl you earned it, yeah
-The Weeknd Earned It
Chapter Thirty-One: Lost Innocence
Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Daphne went to the head's dorm after dinner. They spent a good portion of the night talking and laughing at the various things they had heard about the holidays of their peers.
Ron then challenged Harry to a game of chess, which Harry grudgingly obliged. He hated playing Ron in chess. In the going on eight years of knowing him, he never won a single game against him. Ron was the king of chess.
Hermione and Daphne watched the first two games, but then grew bored what hung Harry get humiliated. So they started their own conversation.
Hermione really liked Daphne. She didn't think that she would, being as Daphne was indeed a Slytherin, however, from the interaction and conversations that they would have, she eventually came to be as close to Hermione as Ginny was.
"I've got something to show you." whispered Hermione, directing Daphne to her and Ron's bedroom. Daphne followed, anxious to see what it was. She loved a good intrigue.
Hermione closed the door, giggling. "Goodness I'm so nervous to show you this, but I needed a girl's opinion. And since this is for Ron, I couldn't very well ask Ginny.
Daphne looked at Hermione in wonder. "Okay, what is it? I'll close my eyes while you get it." she said, covering her eyes.
Hermione went to her drawer and pulled out some items that she laid on the bed. "Okay, you can look."
Daphne looked on the bed and giggled. "Why Hermione Granger, I knew you weren't that sweet innocent bookworm you would lead people to believe."
"I am actually. Ron and I have never...done anything." said Hermione, thankful that her brown skin didn't show her immense blushing. "This is a late Christmas present. After we found our parents, we stayed at their home and couldn't, well you know."
"Well I'm sure Ron will love the wrapping." giggled Daphne.
"Yeah but which one? I got these two in Australia, and I don't know which one I should wear." said Hermione.
Daphne looked quizzically at the two decisions in front of her, and then back at Hermione. "The red. For sure. Red for passion, and it will look positively sinful against your skin."
"That's what I was leaning towards. Thanks Daph. Here, you can have the blue since you helped me." said Hermione handing her the other.
"Thanks Hermione!" exclaimed Daphne, happily. "I have just the shoes for it. I know somebody that will definitely love this. Want me to tell Harry to leave?"
"No, you two stay until after curfew so Ron can walk you back to Slytherin. That will give me time to get ready."
An hour later, Ron walked Harry and Daphne back to their house so they wouldn't get in trouble. While he was gone, Hermione got to work. She knew that she had at least 15 minutes until Ron would be back as Slytherin was clear across the other side of the castle and she had instructed Daphne to walk slow.
She quickly freshened up, using the soap and lotion that she knew Ron loved smelling on her, and put on what Daphne had picked. She then dimmed the lights, placing a couple soft bluebells around the room. She thought about turning on the radio for some soft music, but then she thought otherwise. She didn't need this to be a full on muggle teen movie about first times.
When she was done, she thought about if she should wait in the loo until he came in the room, and then come out, or should she put on Ron's cloak and then take it off at some point. She thought the cloak would be best.
She draped the cloak over her, fastening the chest button. She then sat down on the sofa that she and Ron had transfigured from Ron's bed that they didn't use, as since the first night, they had slept together in her bed. She picked up a book and read as she waited.
She didn't have to wait long, because Ron was back about five minutes later. He walked into the room and froze, instantly noticing the bluebells in the room and the dimmed lighting.
"What's all this?" he asked as he looked around the room.
"Your Christmas present of course." said Hermione in a low voice, getting up from the sofa. "Remember I told you that I was to give it to you here?"
"Yeah, I do. Is that my cloak?" asked Ron, slowly, realizing the change in Hermione's voice.
"Well, Happy Christmas." she said as she unhooked the button and let the cloak drop.
Ron's eyes grew wide and lustful, his "soldier" went to full attention. There was his amazing girlfriend, standing in front of him wearing something that he had only seen in Fred, George, and Dean's dirty muggle magazines. She had on a red bustier that pushed up her breasts to the point to where he could see the top of them spilling out of it, matched with red lacy knickers that had cords that latched onto knee high tights that were also red with black bows at the top. Her feet were in black red bottom stilettos.
"Bloody hell." said Ron in a deep and husky voice, causing Hermione to give him a seductive smile.
"So I take it, you like?" asked Hermione, walking towards him and twisting a strand of her hair, something that she knew Ron loved to see her do, although she couldn't understand why it turned him on.
"Liking it is an understatement. You look sexy as fuck." said Ron, not giving a care if he was to be scolded for his language or not. From the way Hermione was looking at him, he figured he wouldn't.
"Are you just going the stand there and stare all night?" asked Hermione as she stopped in front of him, looking up at him, chocolate eyes filled with wanting.
Ron looked as if he didn't know where he wanted to put his hands first. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, making sure that this wasn't just a dream.
Hermione sighed. "Well, if you want to wait.. " she said, turning around, bending down slowly to pick up Ron's cloak off the floor, the gesture giving Ron a full view.
Ron couldn't resist. He brought his hand back and slapped Hermione's butt. Hard. Hermione screamed out in both surprise and enjoyment, ase she stood up fast and turned to face him again. Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione tightly, crashing his lips into hers.
Hermione stuck her tongue into Ron's mouth aggressively, causing Ron to harden even more with anticipation. She clawed at his shirt, desperate to get it off, surprising him with the way she seemed simply primal.
"Hermione wait!" said Ron, breaking the kiss. "Are you sure you want to be like this about it? This is our first time you know. Don't girls like it to be all special? Tender and slow?"
Hermione grinned seductively as she rubbed up his leg. "I've waited way too long to be tender about things, Ronald. And since when have I been like other girls?"
Ron licked his lips, tasting the cherry flavor of Hermione's gloss. "I guess never would be the proper answer."
"But, if you want it to be all nice and slow, we can do that."
Ron smirked as he grabbed Hermione by her hair and pulled back, causing Hermione to gasp with excitement. "Not with that outfit. Ain't shit tender and slow about this."
Ron then attacked her neck, his bites and kisses making Hermione moan as she ran her fingers through Ron's hair.
He nibbled a trail from her neck to her exposed chest, biting the top of her spilling breast.
"Mmmmm, chocolate." said Ron, making Hermione giggle. "Am I allowed to unwrap my my present? All except for the heels. They're dead sexy."
Hermione blushed as she allowed Ron to unzip the bustier and fling it off of her. He gazed upon her naked torso, thinking about how her body was truly a work of art.
"Come 'ere." he whispered to an obedient Hermione. He twirled her around and grasped firmly onto her breast as he kissed her collarbone and shoulder from one side to the other. He massaged her nipples in a mix of hardness and softness, causing Hermione to whimper as she felt a welcoming wetness below. She felt she wanted to just rip her knickers off and have him ravage her, but this build up felt wonderful as he turned her around and pushed her onto the bed and took off his shirt.
His mouth found her nipples and he soon had Hermione making sounds she didn't know she could make as his mouth explored. Her left hand gripped his hair as her right hand made its way to his pants, worked its way into them, and grabbed at his rock hard dick. Ron hissed as Hermione gripped him tightly. She took her other hand and unzipped his jeans so she could stroke him better. She needed all the room she could get. She knew her man had length, but she underestimated just how much he actually had, and how big he would be in her hand.
"Fuck Hermione, that feels good." moaned Ron and he stood up and allowed his jeans to drop and Hermione to sit up. She had never seen Ron's all before, and she found herself mesmerized and anxious, causing her already soaked knickers to become even more drenched with her juices.
She looked at the sight in front of her, and then up at its owner and gave him an evil grin.
"Wait, Mione, what are going to- HOLY SHIT!" he exclaimed as Hermione had stuck him into his mouth. His eyes went into his head and he breathed heavily, the sensation of Hermione's warm mouth on him was almost too much for him at that moment.
"Dammit woman! I'm going to need you to stop if you want to do this." sighed Ron as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He looked down and seemed as if he could look nowhere else as Hermione locked eyes on him, slowly moving her mouth off of him.
"Merlin, who are you and what have you done with my Hermione?" asked Ron, almost stricken dumb.
Hermione giggled as she pulled the strings that was holding her knickers onto her body and threw them across the room. Ron licked his lips hungrily as he pushed Hermione further into the bed and positioned himself in between her legs.
His lips met hers with such passion, he almost lost everything, but he was determine to make sure he was the best he could be for her. After the display she showed, she deserves their first time to be one of their best times.
He ran his hand up her leg and up her thigh, scratching back down, causing Hermione to hiss against his lips, her body ready and begging for Ron to take her.
"Are you ready? Shit, I forgot the-"
"I already drank a foolproof potion , Ron. It'll be okay." whispered Hermione. "Just, be gentle at first. Please."
Ron nodded, his lips returning to hers as he entered her slowly. He almost lost it there with the tightness surrounding him as he and Hermione lost their innocence in one gentle thrust.
The two gasped, one from the sensation, the other from the sharp pain. The pain quickly turned into pleasure as Ron moved in and out of her. Soon, they fell into a comfortable and wonderful rhythm that almost made the both of them tear up from the sheer bliss of the moment.
Hermione scratched hard at his back as Ron ran his fingers through her soft locks. Their bodies soon gained minds of their own as they let raw emotion take over. Ron thruster faster and harder, as Hermione arched and pulled up at his strong arms for him to gain deeper access.
Soon the both of them reached a beautiful climax together, ending with Ron almost flopping on top of her, happily exhausted, as Hermione planted gentle kisses on his cheek.
No words needed to be said. No words really could be said, as both of them shortly fell asleep, both of them very much worn out.
