Well, I'm back!
I'm working on something with record2record, though that won't be published soon, as he's rather busy, and, as this is practically completed, I decided to post it.
This is not the story I had promised you long ago (very long ago), that one is still in the works. But this came to my mind one day and I just couldn't shake it off.
A few of you had asked me to write a fic where Hermione cheats with Ron, and I have always refused. I wrote an story that involved infidelity (Belated Presents), and I didn't think I could write another, because cheating is, in my opinion, something neither Hermione nor Ron would eve do. However, as I said, this popped into my mind and wouldn't go, so I decided to write it. Initially, it was going to be just a few chapters, basically a crack!fic, pure smut with the infidelity kink, but, like it happened with 'The Case that Changed Everything,' it grew and grew, and though it's still mostly smut, the story turned much more serious. In the end it does have a plot, which grows more important as the story progresses.
For reasons that will be explained, both Ron and Hermione will be a bit out of character in this story. So is Percy, for plot reasons.
Again, I remind you that this involves infidelity, so if it's not your cup of tea, leave now. And if you decide to read, know that in any way do I condone infidelity, neither do I justify it. What happens in the story is WRONG, despite the circumstances, but well, people is not perfect, right?
Chapter 1
A Change of Plans
Friday, 4th July 2003
"Ron? Ron, are you there?"
Frowning, Ron crossed the door that separated the kitchen of his flat from the living room, where the fireplace was, and found his mother's head floating in the middle of the green flames.
"Mum? What's up?"
"Hi, dear. Just wanted to make sure you'll be at home for lunch this Sunday."
Ron let out a sigh. "Mum, I told you last week I wouldn't. I've got plans a couple of blokes from work. We're going to the beach."
"Well, you can go to the beach another day," replied his mum sternly. "You've got to come."
"Another day? They're going this Sunday!" protested Ron. "And since when is Sunday lunch mandatory? We've got our own lives now, you know."
"There's no need to use that tone with me, young man," scolded his mother. In times like this, it didn't matter that he was twenty-three years old, was a hero or had a good job as an Auror and earned a good salary that allowed him to have this nice flat. Despite how proud she was of him, his mum always could make him feel like he was twelve. Sometimes he wondered if that was a common skill in mothers or was just Molly Weasley's special power. However, this time he was going to put his foot down.
"Well, sorry, but I'm not going. I'm really looking forward to this day." He loved his family, and lunches at The Burrow were always amazing, but not as amazing as a beach full of Muggle girls clad in tiny bikinis. Hopefully, he would put an end to six months without a woman touching his dick.
"You are coming," insisted his mother, her tone final. "Percy is bringing his girlfriend and he wants the family to meet her!"
At this, all thoughts of beaches and bikini-clad girls flew out of Ron's mind and he just stared at his mother open-mouthed. "Percy has a girlfriend?"
"Yes. And he wants to introduce her officially to the family. According to him, she's a really well-mannered, polite and intelligent girl, so you'd better be on your best behaviour!"
Ron grunted in displeasure. "Well, I've got no interest in meeting Percy's girlfriend, thank you very much. So I'll go to the beach instead and this way you won't have to worry about my behaviour," stated Ron.
"Ronald, I know you and Percy don't usually see eye to eye, but he's your brother and this is the first time he brings a girlfriend for us to meet, so you'll be there, and with a smile on your face!" she finished, her eyes flashing dangerously.
And, without giving him time to reply, she disappeared, leaving him with his mouth open.
Ron just stared at the fireplace, too furious and too shocked to do anything.
"FUUUCK!" he swore loudly. Oh, this was fucking fantastic! So, instead of going to the beach with Malcolm and Carlyle, he had to go to The Burrow to meet Percy's stupid girlfriend! Because it was really important for Percy!
He snorted.
"As if he has ever shown any interest in anything that is important to me, unless it was to criticise," he mumbled angrily, summoning a beer from the cooling cabinet. "Fucking moron," he added as he sat on the couch, cursing his luck. Percy had a girlfriend ...
He shook his head. If there was a woman that liked Percy, then he was sure he didn't want to meet her. He had only had one girlfriend, as far as Ron knew, a Ravenclaw prefect. They had been together for a year during Percy's last year at Hogwarts, yet Ron had never seen them do as much as hold hands. He wondered about this new girl. She probably was uptight, boring as hell, judgmental and controlling, just like him.
Percy was, after all, Ron's most hated brother. Well, okay, maybe the word 'hated' was a bit too strong, but Ron certainly disliked him. Percy never wasted an opportunity to criticise him. At Hogwarts, he had even given him detention a few times. And even when Ron himself had become a prefect, after all that shit with Voldemort, Percy, instead of congratulating him, had muttered that 'Hogwarts was lowering its standards,' and had told Ron not to 'screw it and embarrass the family.' Even after Ron had managed to get into the Aurors, Percy had just made derisive comments, saying that he had been 'lucky,' and that he'd better acted like a proper employee of the Ministry of Magic. Lucky! Fuck, he had really wanted to show the asshole the kind of things he could do with his wand. But that would only cause problems in the family, so he had refrained.
And that wanker had managed to get a girlfriend? A serious one, no doubt, if she was willing to meet his family. It was almost an insult, that Percy the Prince of Prats was shagging a girl while he had to resort to using his hand since his break-up with Lavender.
Life was certainly unfair.
He thought about ignoring his mother's request and not going, but then he would be on the receiving end of a sound telling off. Though, if he managed to chat up a girl and have a nice shag, it would be worth it, right? Certainly a better way to spend the first weekend of July than listening to Percy and his girlfriend.
- o -
Sunday, 6th July 2003
"Hey, Mate," greeted Harry, Ron's best mate and Ginny's husband, as soon as Ron exited the Floo on Sunday.
"Hi."
"You don't look very happy," commented Harry, studying him.
"Why would I be?" he replied, his tone morose. "It's too hot, and instead of being at the beach with the guys, I'm here to meet Percy's fucking girlfriend," he explained, lowering his voice at the end.
"I imagine."
"I mean, Percy, a girlfriend? How can there be two witches out there crazy enough to be with him?"
Harry chuckled. "I know. I almost couldn't believe it when he told me on Friday."
"He told you in person?" asked Ron, frowning.
"Yeah. He Flooed us on Friday night."
"Well, at least he had the decency to talk to you directly," grumbled Ron. But that wasn't very surprising. Though he and Harry used to get roughly the same marks at Hogwarts, Percy always congratulated Harry and chastised Ron. Of course, Harry was the Boy Who Lived, and he had defeated Lord Voldemort, as a baby and back in the summer after fourth year. He always seemed to forget, however, that Ron had been there as well and had paid a lot for it.
Their talk was interrupted when Ron's mum and Ginny came out from the kitchen.
"Ah, you're here, Ron. Good," said his Mum.
"Yeah, fantastic," he muttered grumpily.
"Good to see you happy," said Ginny with a teasing smile. Ron waited until his mother turned to grab something from a cupboard before showing her the finger.
"Fred and George are out there putting the tables. You and Harry go and help them," his mum ordered before checking the clock. "They must be about to arrive. Please, make sure your father isn't doing anything stupid in the shed."
"Okay," said Ron with resignation, and he and Harry exited the house.
The tables were almost ready, as Angelina and Katie, Fred and George's wives, were levitating plates and cutlery upon them while the three boys used their wands to place chairs all around.
"Ronniekins and the boy who lived!" yelled George with a big grin. "Ready to meet Perce's girlfriend?"
"I guess," said Harry with a smile.
"No," replied Ron grumpily. She had managed to screw his perfect Sunday even before meeting him.
Everyone chuckled.
"My theory is that she's a statue animated by magic," piped up Fred, causing Harry and George to burst into laughter. "That's the only possible explanation."
"Fred!" yelled Angelina.
"What? You know it's true. I remember when he was with Penelope Clearwater at Hogwarts. If passion were heat, they would have frozen the Black Lake."
Angelina shook her head, but George and Harry laughed. Ron didn't, but he agreed wholeheartedly.
Harry and he helped the others with the final arrangements and were ready to sit down and have some drinks when Fleur and Bill came out, with their daughter Victoire in tow. Five years old, Victoire was really cute and vivacious and had the entire family, especially Ron's mum, wrapped around her little finger. She kissed and hugged everyone and then the adults sat down, talking and watching her play on a blanket spread next to the table. Angelina and Katie looked particularly enthralled by the five-year-old girl, something understandable as both were about three months pregnant (Angelina) and three and a half (Katie).
"Need to pop into the loo," Ron told Harry, putting his beer on the table. He hurried towards the house and went upstairs. After alleviating himself, he ran back down, taking three steps at a time, and was almost in the living room when the Floo activated and someone exited the fireplace.
"Watch it!" Ron yelled, unable to stop. He hit the back of the person, who let out a loud 'ouch!' and they fell onto the floor.
"RON!" he heard Percy shout, his tone angry.
"Fuck," muttered Ron, rubbing his forehead.
"Hermione, are you all right?" he heard Percy ask in a concerned tone. Ron opened his eyes and saw the girl he had run into got to her knees with Percy's help. He was about to say something, but found himself just behind her ass, and all coherent thoughts flew his mind.
Holy — buggering — fuck! What an ass!
It was perfectly rounded, and thick, but not in a disproportionate way. The girl was wearing tight denim shorts that delved into her crack, making it even more delectable. The impulse to stretch his arm and squeeze one of those juicy cheeks became almost unbearable.
"It's okay, Percy, I'm fine," he heard the girl say, though she sounded a bit pained.
"Ron, you almost killed my girlfriend, you clumsy idiot!" yelled Percy, glaring at him. Ron was about to say he was sorry when his brain processed the meaning of his words.
Shit, I'm ogling Percy's girlfriend's ass!
Quickly, he got up, muttering an apology. The girl — Hermione, was it? — turned round to face him, not looking very impressed by him. In fact, she could be staring at some disgusting bug. Ron, however, was almost speechless. She was really pretty, with a cute nose covered in freckles and beautiful, expressive chocolate eyes. She had brown hair, tied in a tight knot, though some curls had freed themselves, and was wearing a tank top — nothing very revealing, mind you — but it was clear that she had a fantastic rack as well.
All in all, she was smoking hot. How the hell had he managed to make such a sexy witch fall for him?
"You shouldn't run that way inside the house," the girl scolded him with narrowed eyes, taking him out of his reverie. "You could kill someone."
"I know, I'm sorry —"
"I'm always telling him to be careful, but he behaves like a ten-year-old child."
"I —"
"Come on, Hermione, I'll introduce you to the rest of the family," said Percy, grabbing her hand and pulling without letting Ron finish. Hermione turned, ignoring him as well, and Ron frowned. Well, sexy or not, she was certainly uptight. It wasn't as if he had crashed into her on purpose, right? And he had apologised.
However, uptight or not, as he watched them walk to the door, his eyes went back to that ass, and he felt his cock react.
Shit. I can't get a fucking hard-on because of Percy's girlfriend! How the hell has the fucking moron managed to get her?
"I can't believe that asshole is getting some from such a hot girl while I must wank in the shower," he muttered grumpily.
Shaking his head, he followed them outside. Percy was already introducing the rest of the family. Well, everyone but Fleur, whom Hermione already knew. Apparently, Hermione had gone to Beauxbatons, which explained why they had never met at Hogwarts despite being about his and Harry's age.
Ron watched as she talked politely to the rest of the family, shaking everyone's hand or even giving them a hug — maybe she wasn't as uptight as Percy? In any case, he didn't receive neither one nor the other, so he was the only one who didn't get to feel her skin or, something much better, those tits pressed against his chest.
She's Percy's girlfriend, you wanker!
Who cares? replied his libido. It's not as if Percy has any respect for you ... Getting to feel those tits would be only fair, giving all the shit he throws at us
"So, Hermione, you're working at the Ministry, then?" asked Ron's dad when they sat down for lunch. She was sitting just in front of Harry, which was distracting, and it meant Percy was next to her and in front of him, which was annoying.
"Yes. I started four months ago, but I have been working between here and Paris as I looked for a flat. It was hard, but Percy helped me a lot, facilitating that I could use a temporal Floo connection to Paris," she explained, smiling at him. "And a couple of months ago I finally moved back to Britain for good."
"Your parents are British, I assume," added his mother.
"Yes. They're Muggle dentists," she said, and Ron saw his dad's eyes lit up in joy. "They moved to Toulouse at the start of 1990, shortly after I turned ten, so I went to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts. But I think they never really felt at home in France, despite loving the country and the city, so they came back two years ago. Since then, I've wanted to return as well. I love France, but I missed my family."
She had turned ten towards the end of 1989 … So she was a few months older than him, realised Ron.
"She's going to be Deputy Head of the Legal Office," added Percy proudly, looking quite smug.
Ron groaned internally. The Legal Office. That meant they were likely to interact, as the Legal Office acted as official prosecution in all Auror cases.
"She's brilliant like that," continued Percy. "In a couple of years I see her running it, then she could move and join the Minister staff and we could work together."
"Percy thinks the best of me, but I'm not sure, I'm just starting," replied Hermione humbly. Well, that certainly was not something she had in common with Percy. Unless it was fake humility, of course …
Percy dismissed it. "You're much better than any of them. And I can always put a good word for you," he insisted, grinning.
"I know, and I'm glad you think so highly of me, but I'm not sure I want to work directly for the Minister —"
"Nonsense, that's where the power is, Hermione. You and I would be unstoppable there," interrupted Percy. Ron saw his mum beam.
"Oh, that's amazing, Hermione!" she said. Hermione smiled back yet — was there some reluctance? Ron shook his head internally. Maybe he was imagining things, because no one else seemed to have noticed. So he turned towards Harry and started to talk to him about the next Cannons match while he reached with his fork for another delicious roll. And, of course, given the shitty luck he was having, it turned out Hermione had been reaching for the same one.
"Hey!" she protested when he snatched it from under her fork.
"Eh? Whab?" he asked, his mouth already full. In front of him, Hermione looked disgusted, and Percy was giving him a murderous glare.
"Do you always have to be so rude?" he hissed angrily. "Hermione, dear, please ignore him."
"It's okay," she said, though her expression indicated clearly that it wasn't.
"Ron, be more considerate! Hermione is our guest!" scolded his mum.
Ron felt his ears turn red in embarrassment. Fuck, what was this girl's problem? It wasn't as if that one was the last roll, his mum always made food enough for an army! Couldn't she just take another?
Determined to ignore Percy and his annoying girlfriend for the rest of the meal, Ron resumed talking to Harry and Ginny. Eventually, lunch was finished and, of course, Hermione offered to help cleaning the table, despite Ron's mum's protests. Ron had to refrain his desire to snort. Meanwhile, Ginny, Angelina, Katie and Fleur took Victoire to the pond. The rest of the Weasley brothers — except Percy — decided to prepare for a Quidditch match, leaving Ron and Harry to finish cleaning, saying they had barely helped get the table ready.
Some time later, Ron was in the kitchen, putting the rest of the cake in the cooling cabinet — after helping himself to another portion, of course — when Hermione entered, carrying a few plates. She saw him with his hand full of cake and his mouth dirty after taking a good mouthful and frowned at him in disgust.
"Can't you eat like a normal person?" she spat.
"Uh?" he replied, getting annoyed. Okay, maybe his manners were not the best, but he was in his parents' house, alone in the kitchen. Who was she to tell him what to do or how to do it!?
"I was alone," he said after swallowing. "And I don't remember inviting you to watch me enjoying my mum's cake, so you are free to go."
She put the plates down and glared at him, placing her hands on her hips. "You're really as rude and bad-mannered as Percy told me you were. I wonder how you can be best friends with Harry Potter. He looks so — so grown up compared to you!"
Ron saw red. He loved Harry to pieces, but it had been quite frequently that people overlooked Ron while fawning over him. Even after defeating Voldemort — which Ron had no problem admitting had been mostly Harry's doing — many people completely disregarded his role, though he had spent more than two months in St Mungo's after saving Harry's life and enduring a terrible, poisonous bite on his right leg. And now this girl, who, despite being a know-it-all (she had spent half lunch talking about books and her classes at Beauxbatons), knew nothing about him, dared to question his relationship with his best friend and belittle him? Who the hell did she think she was?
"Well, I'd say that rude is when a guest comes to your house and insults you when knowing nothing about you, then gives her opinion without being asked!"
Ron saw Hermione blush — something that he had to admit only made her prettier — but she didn't back down. "I know about you. I've read books and Percy has —"
"Oh, you read a book and Percy's talked about me!" he mocked cruelly, fuelled by pure anger. "That makes you an expert about me, right? Well, Percy is a prat, and, amazing as they can be," he said, his tone filled with derision, "books are not the best way to know about people!" he finished, yelling, and then stormed out, leaving her completely speechless.
"Ron! You're playing, right?" asked Fred, who was coming out of the shed with the brooms. He noticed his expression and furrowed his brow. "What's got your knickers in a twist?"
"I'm playing," he affirmed, ignoring the second question. He was eager for something physical to get rid of his mounting frustration. "Can I play beater?"
"You're a shitty beater, but even if you weren't, you know we never use beaters, not even when the girls play. You'll play Keeper," he stated.
"They're not playing? Not even Ginny?"
"Nah. She said she plays too much Quidditch already. They want to get to know Hermione better."
Ron snorted, and Fred laughed. "Didn't like her?" he teased.
"She's so full of herself," replied Ron angrily. "An uptight know-it-all that thinks she's better than anyone."
Fred laughed again. "Well, she's Percy's girlfriend," he pointed out, passing Ron his broomstick. "But I've got to admit she's hot. I wonder how he managed to get her."
"Probably telling her about his plans about how to run the Ministry and how he has to tell everyone how to do their job properly."
Fred guffawed.
They approached the others. Bill was asking Percy if he wanted to participate, which was almost a ritual: they asked him out of politeness, and he always refused.
"I've got to pop into the office," he said with an air of importance. "There's an emergency."
Ron let out a snort. "Yeah, probably the plaque on his door caught some dirt," he muttered, and Fred had to put his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.
"Oh," said Hermione, who had come out as well. "Do you need any help?"
"No, no," said Percy. "You stay here if you want."
"I probably should go home, if you're leaving."
"No, no, no," interjected Ginny vehemently. "You promised us a girl chat, so you're staying."
"I didn't exactly promise —"
"You're staying," stated Angelina, wrapping an arm around her. "Victoire wants to go to the pond, we can sit next to it, talk and have drinks."
"Okay," accepted Hermione.
Ron, his brothers and Harry marched towards the pitch with the women in tow.
"Do not miss me much, losers!" yelled Ginny at them when they crossed the orchard next to the pond.
"We love you too, Gin!" shouted George as they continued walking.
Playing Quidditch always helped Ron forget about his problems, so he let himself get lost in it. He enjoyed the match a lot, even managing to make a few spectacular saves. It was too hot, however, so, after almost an hour, he told the others he needed a drink and got off his broom.
"Go and fetch some for us, then," said Bill, throwing himself on the ground under a tree.
Ron could have Summoned the drinks, but he wanted to use the bathroom again and wash his sweaty face. He marched towards the house, passing near the pond, where the girls were talking while Victoire played happily in the water. Ron could hear them talk and laugh, though they couldn't yet see him. He was about to cross the trees to where they were sitting when he heard Fleur say, "Come on, 'Ermione, tell us about Percy. 'Ow is 'e in bed?"
Ron froze on the spot.
"Urgh, Fleur!" protested Ginny.
"What? I am curious. 'E seems so serious ... and 'Ermione is ze first girlfriend 'e's brought 'ere."
"I — I —" Hermione stammered. "I doubt that's appropriate, that I talk about our intimacy."
"Intimacy!" laughed Fleur. "Oh, you're so cute! Come on, 'Ermione, don't be shy, you're among friends and family."
Ron, hiding behind a tree and a few bushes, looked through them. Hermione was looking down, clearly uncomfortable. However, seeing the eager looks on the other girls' faces (even Ginny's, despite her initial discomfort) she finally relented and answered.
"Well, to be honest, we haven't — er — not yet."
"You haven't shagged him yet?" asked Ginny, shocked.
Hermione shook her head. Fleur threw Ginny a warning look, nodding towards Victoire, who, thankfully, was in her own world as she played with her enchanted ducks.
"Why not?" inquired Ginny, lowering her voice.
Hermione seemed to consider whether to respond or not, but, in the end, she obliged. "To be honest, I don't know. I mean, we've been together just for over two months and a half, but well, we're in our twenties ... Apparently, he wants to wait until marriage."
The girls gaped at her.
"Really?" asked Katie.
"Typical Percy," said Ginny, shaking her head. She was the only one who didn't seem surprised. Behind the trees, Ron had to stifle a laugh. He certainly was a moron. He had such a hot girl and he wasn't trying to fuck her? What the fuck was wrong with him?
"But you — you want to?"
Hermione took her time to answer. "Well — yes. It's natural, right? I mean, I'm not very experienced, but neither I am a virgin. I've had a couple of boyfriends before him and I had sex with both, though neither of those relationships were a very long one."
"Maybe it's him the virgin one," suggested Fleur, and they all laughed, except Hermione.
"He's twenty-seven!" exclaimed Katie.
"Maybe 'e's very traditional," added Fleur, shrugging. "If 'e really wants to wait until marriage …"
"Well, I assure you, I wouldn't marry a man I haven't shagged. Imagine finding during your wedding night that he's horrible at it?" commented Angelina, horrified. "It's like a good broom, you must test it before buying it."
The girls burst into raucous laughter.
"I toast to that," said Ginny, still laughing, raising her glass.
"I agree completely," added Fleur.
"It's my boyfriend you're talking about, you know," scolded Hermione, slightly offended. "And for Merlin's sake, we've been dating for less than three months, no one has talked about marriage."
"We know, we know," said Ginny in a pacifying tone. "But, seeing the wonderful sisters-in-law you'll get, how can you not want to marry into the family?" she joked, and the others laughed and cheered.
"Have you tried to seduce him?" inquired Angelina, still grinning. "You know, some lingerie, a coy look ... you've got the body for that."
"No!" exclaimed Hermione, scandalised. "I'm not that desperate, you know."
"Fine, fine … It was just a question …"
"As women, we expect to be respected if we want to wait, so he deserves the same respect. Though …" Hermione started, then shut up.
"Though what?" demanded Ginny.
"Though — I wouldn't be opposed to some action," Hermione confessed, and the other girls cheered again. Ron, feeling his cock starting to grow, walked away, taking a turn to go to the house without being seen by the girls. Maybe Hermione wasn't really that uptight ...
Once in the bathroom, he couldn't help but keep thinking about what he had heard. So Hermione the swot wasn't getting any and she wanted some. He couldn't help but imagine her, on a bed, naked, her big tits jiggling as she came hard ... Or on her hands and knees, that round ass jiggling as she got fucked deep …
"Fuck," he muttered, his cock throbbing insistently. He tried to resist, knowing it was wrong to fantasise about the girlfriend of one of his brothers (even if the brother was Percy), moreover, a girl he loathed. Yet ...
As he knew it would eventually happen, five minutes later he had his large cock out and was stroking it with purpose over the toilet as he imagined Hermione bent over in front of him, her hair loose and shaking as he slammed against her perfect ass. The image was so good he soon felt very close to cumming.
"Fuck, Hermione!" he growled as his cock swelled, ready to burst.
And just at the same time the first stream flew off the tip, hitting the wall, the door opened and Hermione looked in.
"OH, GODS!"
"Fuck!" he shouted as his cock kept spurting, painting the wall with two more splashes before the rest started leaking onto the toilet. "Don't you know how to knock!?" he yelled, mortified, trying to hide his dick.
Hermione was frozen in place, her mouth hanging open. Her eyes, the size of saucers, were fixed on his cock.
"Can you go away!?" shouted Ron as he hurriedly pulled up his pants and trousers, his ears burning.
"You — you moaned m-m-my name!" she managed to say, regaining control of her body and looking up at his face. She was completely flustered.
Fuck. Holy — buggering — fuck. He was screwed. He didn't know if there was a potion opposite to Felix Felicis, but, if there was, he surely had drunk some.
He felt his ears grow hotter than the fucking Sun, and turned away so he could put his dick back into his pants. He was finishing when he heard her shut the door and leave.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he swore, hitting his head against the wall. Grabbing his wand, he cleaned the mess he had made as he considered what to do. Fuck, what if she told Percy? Sod that — what if Percy told his mum?
"Fucking shit!"
He had to talk to her. He had to apologise. Fuck, if they were going to interact at work, he had to clear the air. Now.
"What a fucking shitty day," he muttered, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Why the hell hadn't he gone to the beach? A hundred reprimands from his mum would be better than this, that was for sure!
"You've outdone yourself, young man," the mirror told him.
"Thanks," he replied sarcastically before leaving the bathroom. He looked up and down and heard the sound of someone pacing upstairs. Hoping it was Hermione, he went up until he reached his room. She was there, walking in circles in front of the window.
"What are you doing here, you disgusting pervert?" she asked the moment she saw him, retreating a bit as if fearing he would assault her.
Okay, he had wanked over her, but she had no right to insult him. He got in defensive mode at once.
"Well, you're in my room, so it should be me the one asking that question."
Surprised, she looked around. "I should have imagined. Full of Quidditch posters. What are you, a twelve-year-old?"
Ron was about to reply, but his Auror training kicked in. Okay, she was embarrassed, that was understandable. He could be the bigger person, right? After all, he had come here to clear the air and put things right. Yelling at her wouldn't help.
"Well, I put them when I was around that age. I don't live here anymore."
"Mmm."
"Look, about what happened —"
"I don't want to talk about it," she interrupted. "I don't want to think about it! You — you were — you were —" She closed her mouth, unable to finish the sentence. Yet, he caught her eyes darting to his crotch.
"I was wanking, yeah. Every guy does it, it's not a big deal."
"You were fantasising about me!"
"Well, you're hot," he blurted out without thinking.
Yeah, shove your foot deeper into your gob, you idiot!
Hermione stared at him open-mouthed, then blinked a few times as if trying to process what he had said.
"I'm your brother's girlfriend, you pig!"
Corralled, and unable to defend such an action, Ron shouted in return, "Well, I was in the bathroom, maybe you should learn to knock before entering!"
"The door was not closed, you idiot! And whether I saw you or not changes nothing! You were masturbating about your brother's girlfriend!" she insisted.
Ron frowned, incensed. "Well, it's not as if you're getting any from him, right? Maybe you can wank as well, now you've finally seen a cock!" he yelled back, any filter he could have vanishing under the rage she awakened in him.
Hermione acted as if he had slapped her, taking another step backwards. "How do you —? You spied on us!" she accused, fuming.
"I did not!" he defended himself, his ears turning pink. "I — The pond is in the way coming from where we play Quidditch!"
"You're — you're —"
"I'm what?"
"Childish! Infuriating! A — a wanker!"
At that, Ron couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I suppose I am. But I have an excuse. I haven't got a girlfriend, after all."
"No surprise there!" she retorted.
"What the fuck does that mean?" he growled, any trace of laughter vanishing as he frowned at her.
At this, Hermione, red in the face, moved purposedly towards the door. As Ron was in her way, she shoved him to the side.
"Hey!" he protested, grabbing her arm.
"Let me go, you perverted brute!" she shouted, yanking her arm free from his grasp. "You are disgusting! You — you aren't half the wizard Percy is! I can't believe you're brothers!"
Her words made him see red. Insulting him was bad, but — comparing him to Percy? That was the last straw.
"Well, at least I know what to do with a girlfriend! Or maybe it's you're such a prude he can't get it up around you!"
Hermione shoved him again and he hit the wall. "Well, it seems I'm good enough to get yours up!"
They stared into each other's eyes, glaring, like dragons about to spit fire. Ron had never met a witch that could get him so worked up. He wanted to yell at her, to curse her, to —
To fuck her.
And before he could reason with himself, he reached for her, grabbed her shoulders and crashed his mouth against hers, snogging her wildly.
She let out a muffled groan of protest at first but, before Ron could pull away after realising what he had done, she threw her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with a passion. Ron grew hard immediately and pushed her against the wall, shoving his tongue into her mouth with a groan. Fuck, she tasted so fucking good!
He ground his cock against her lower stomach, feeling those wonderful tits pressed against his chest. Needing to feel more, he used his body to hold her against the wall as they snogged like mad and put his hands on them.
His cock throbbed the moment his fingers closed over them. Fuck, they were big and firm and felt so fucking good, even through her top and her bra. He felt an almost overwhelming need to rip her clothes off and suck them until her couldn't breathe.
Hermione moaned when he began to squeeze her breasts, grinding against him in return and tightening the grip on his neck.
Then, suddenly, she stopped moving her lips. Ron opened his eyes and saw hers had become the size of saucers.
"What —?" he started to ask, but was interrupted when she shoved him away.
"I'm — I'm your brother's girlfriend!" she hissed, completely horrified. "How could you — you —!"
Ron, whose lust-addled brain had conveniently forgotten about that little detail, felt instantly ashamed, despite his arousal, which was clearly noticeable. He saw Hermione glance at it once before focusing again on his face.
"Well, you returned the kiss," he replied, looking away.
"I've never, in all my —" she started to say, shaking her head. She was flushed and embarrassed, though to Ron she looked incredibly sexy. "This didn't happen," she warned him, her tone menacing. "Ever."
"Right," said Ron flatly.
Hermione threw him one last undecipherable look and then stormed off.
Ron stood in the same spot for a minute, wondering what the hell had happened. Fuck, he had snogged Percy's girlfriend ... Not just that: he had fondled her tits!
Fuck, and what tits they were! Even now, despite knowing how wrong it was, he couldn't help but wish he could touch them again, preferably without clothes. Brushing his face, he moved to his old bed and throw himself onto it, face down, wishing for his erection to go. It had started to soften when he remembered he was supposed to take drinks to the others.
"Fuck," he said, getting up. He climbed down the stairs, glad that no one else was in the house, and grabbed a bag, putting a bottle of water, cans of beer and bottles of pumpkin juice into it, along with a few glasses; then left the house, only to find that his brothers were already coming.
"There you are!" shouted Fred, frowning. "We could have died of thirst, waiting for you, you prat!"
"Sorry," said Ron. "I told you I had to use the loo."
"Unnecessary information, Ron," he heard Percy say from behind him, and Ron almost jumped on the spot, startled. Apparently, the git was back, and Hermione was next to him, trying to look normal and inconspicuous but failing miserably.
"I didn't say anything crude, Perce," he retorted.
"Percy, I should go. I promised my parents I'd visit them before dinner, and I want to have a shower first," he heard Hermione say hurriedly as he passed his brothers the drinks he had grabbed for them.
"Well, at least he was going to bring us something," teased Harry.
"Oh, yes, it's getting a bit late. Sorry I had to go, but this was important," he heard Percy reply.
Hermione said goodbye to Ron's parents, thanking them for having her, and gave Ginny and the other girls a quick hug, then waved everyone else off and left. She didn't look at him once.
Ron didn't know whether to feel relieved or humiliated.
That evening, as he got into the shower, he couldn't help but thinking about Hermione again, about her body against his, her perfect tits in his hands ... He wanked again, imagining her bent over for him as he took her hard from behind. It felt good, yet, when he came with a loud shout, splashing the wall with his cum, guilt and shame flooded him again.
"Fucking buggering fuck," he muttered, still panting.
But then he remembered Percy's scowl and harsh words and he knew he could live with the guilt.
In any case, meeting Percy's new girlfriend had been much more interesting than he could have anticipated.
Well, if you got here, I hoped you liked the first chapter. Yeah, not smut yet, but it'll come soon.
I plan on publishing this story fairly quickly, as long as you show interest in it. If it's well received updates should come every few days. The entire story should be completed in less than two months.
The Romione fandom has been a bit down lately, I hope some of you will be inspired to write more fics!