'The Daily Prophet'
'Shocking news : Voldemort still alive?'
The auror team which took the remaining death eaters under custody had found horcruxes linked with the dark Lord's soul, which can help in bringing him back. Luckily the ministry with the help of Albus Dumbeldore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts was able to solve the crucial case and already destroyed 4 horcruxes, in which one of them were destroyed by the famous boy-who-lived in his second year at Hogwarts.
The past few days have been a blur that she couldn't even think straight about the memories she had been through during the time.
The next day after their breakup she had returned the ring he gifted her during breakfast and fred cried openly like a baby.
She looked around to find George looked furious, ginny sad and harry as usual having a confused expression. But most of all it was ron that annoyed her, he just merely scoffed and shook his head as if he is the wiser, the bastard. The whole problem is because of him barging into her life, even if he doesn't know it. She doesn't see fred nowadays, he always stays more at the shop. George seemed to be miserable as fred.
She felt so guilty but even may it is, she know the purpose of her deal with ron is to overcome her feelings for him and to be happy with fred. But they couldn't quite understand why they hadn't stopped yet.
There were always moans, grunts, and whispering of names during the night time filling the black library, they both desired this closeness between them and it would always go dangerously farther than just a healthy meet. But she didn't complain, and neither did he. It was as if they were each other's drug, and the thought of quenching that...that desire was so mouthwatering that they couldn't help but go farther than the limits.
"Hermione" Ron would mutter once in a while. It was always like that. It was never herm or mione. It was as if he was still trying to be distant from her, so that he wouldn't be hurt if the stupid deal gets over one day.
She loved the sound of her name slipping from his tongue, though. His voice itself was addicting to her, and the moans and whispers he would make drove her mad all the time.
At some times, it would be extremely rough and passionate. He would push her mercilessly against one of the bookcase. She would feel him creating sucking marks and bites all over her body. There would be screams, shoves, and loud panting concealed within the walls of the room.
But other times, it would be so tender and sweet. Instead of fucking her senseless, he would just take it slow at first, giving gentle kisses on her full lips, being a gentleman. There would be a significant number of caresses, too.
No matter what mood they were in, it would always be amazingly perfect.
Usually, they would get so desperate and shed off clothes almost immediately. After the endless encounters they had with one another, it was like they memorized each other's bodies already, and would take less time to caress each and every inch of the other. If rough, ron would always decide to position her against a wall, sometimes what they call doggy-style on the couch or if they were extremely desperate for each other, on the floor itself. Breaking up with fred felt like a freedom, she and ron would never stop with one time nowadays, instead they keep on going till they feel its enough... for now.
He would thrust into her, and her nails would dig deep into his freckled back, a moan escaping from between both of their lips. There was no particular pattern; just continue, continue, and continue. It would suddenly become ultimately erratic, then shift into a slow and easy pattern. Once in a while, he would touch her breasts, and lock his panting lips onto hers, his tongue delving deep inside her. She would wrap her arms and legs around him, getting addicted to the kiss.
She is actually surprised that how soon she gets out of her relationship with fred, the guy who she had a crush for two years, before getting addicted to his brother that too a Slytherin within a few months.
He could ever make her mind blank when she reached the tip of the iceberg, making her too focused on relishing the pleasure he had given her to think about anything else. She didn't know if she had the same effect to him, but she must be at least close to it, because he would close his eyes and make a deep voiced groan, and he would grip her hips so tightly that sometimes it would bruise.
When the pleasure faded, and her thoughts were back, she would always feel the same. Satisfied. Complete. And she knew he felt that too.
She often wondered whether this was right, having sex with him in the name of a deal just after breaking up with his brother. She wondered whether she should break to ron that she wanted to take this to a more serious intimate relationship.
But she could never bring herself to do it. She didn't want to break this thing they had together just because she wanted something more. They were in between the two threads of friendship and romance, and she didn't want to change that.
Instead, she just continued to savor these perfect encounters they had with one another. She could live in those moments forever, if she were to be completely honest. With him, she felt like the whole world disappeared, and they were in their own little planet together. She would let go of the past, her childhood, everything. He would just take her in his arms and make her feel loved. He knew this was what she needed.
She is also somewhat comfortable with others too, but it was like a wall had been raised between them and her. Like Ginny, who didn't show any feelings, always being with her to comfort her can't even look her straight in the eyes, because she knows there is so much sadness.
She shook her head to stop these unwanted thoughts swirling in her mind and opened the muggle post sent through the ministry from her mother.
She read it for few minutes before her eyes widen 'Oh no the Wilson's family function. I totally forgot about that'
It was one of the biggest hospital firm her parents worked for, still run some help here and there. Her mum had specifically remainded her to be there at correct date with her... Boyfriend and that would be tomorrow.
What is she going to do?!
Well she could ask to lend one of her son to go with her or specifically one red headed snake.
She actually thought molly weasley would avoid her like plague after she broke up with fred, but no she cares even more for her now, making sure she wouldn't feel awkward being with them.
"So this is a family party" Mrs. Weasley asked her while they all were sitting around the dinning table.
"Um... more like it, yeah" she said not looking anywhere but the weasley matriarch.
"So... You want fred to go with you to the party then"
"No... I'm thinking of going to it as friends with someone"
"Harry maybe"
"That wouldn't be good , he needs security and my parents will start having doubts about the wizarding world...So, i was thinking more like...Ron?!"
"Oh... Ron...Um.. yeah sure dear, he'll come" said and Hermione glanced at ron, who was shifting uncomfortably in his chair under the glare from fred and george.
"Okay, you both owl me as soon as you get there"
"Don't worry , i got mobile phone, I'll dial harry as soon as we reach there"
"Oh...okay. Now, go on you too" She said waving her hand. Hermione stepped into the hearth, gripping Ron's hand and blushed thinking of the last time they travelled together.
She took a handful before shouting her house name, travelling there.
They both fell down into a polished red carpet covered with soot from the fireplace travel. Ron looked upwards to see a middle aged old women standing there expectantly beaming at the pair.
Hermione jumped up happily enveloping her mother, the two females stayed there in a bone crushing hug, before a man same age as the women hugged the two dearly.
"So. Hermione this young man here is fred?"
"Um no mom, he's Fred's brother" Hermione said and her mother quirked an eyebrow at that confused "Well, we... we broke up mom" She said grimacing.
"Oh sweetheart its alright" her mother said before hugging her again and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Hello Mr & Mrs. Granger, I'm ronald, ronald weasley. You can call me ron" he said interrupting their exchange and introducing himself, showing his Slytherin manners.
"Ron weasley... The ron weasley you mean" Hermione's father said looking at her curiously, Hermione face flushed red.
"Um. Okay then mom, dad. We're tired and i want to show ron his room. So, bye then..." She said, dragging him up the stairs.
"What's up with your dad. Why he was surprised to see me" ron asked curiously.
"Well, i may have written one or two things about you before in my letters to them" she said shrugging.
"And i take it wasn't anything good about me"
"Why should i, when you didn't" she said waving her hands and walking past him swaying her hips, he groaned.
He was first shown to his room, which looked expensive just as the rest of the house.
The Granger's are rich, that's for sure, his room almost had everything, a cupboard, a desk and chair, book shelves, wardrobe, a attached bathroom and somethings she called air conditer and tellyvison. He didn't understand what the heck was that, but it was like magic once he switched on, moving pictures of random people appeared in it. He was in awe to take his eyes off it.
They next went to her room, which was painted full of pink and blue colour, it too had everything his room had but the only difference was it unsurprisingly had a large shelf racks full of big books, it covered almost half the room.
She showed him photo albums of her childhood pics, where it had a picture of her in knickers at the age of 6, he practically drooled looking at the picture and she blushed furiously.
The time passed eventually, they had a good time talking about her family and the prizes she got from her school and extra curricular activities.
He and her parents surprisingly got along well, also there is a fact her father is a chess expert just like ron, they played till they had to go for sleep in which ron won the game all the time.
It is well past midnight, her parents must be in deep sleep she just knows but she is in doubt. Will he come?!... She didn't locked the door because she wants him to come.
She is trying hard not to bring her hands to her aching core. Their rooms are in the same floor, with her parents room downstairs.
She turned and turned but sleep wouldn't come, she wants him...wants that sweet pleasurable pain he give her every night. But she isn't going to lose her self respect for that, after all she is the brightest witch.
Her lips curved upwards as soon as she heard the creak of her bedroom door. She slowly turned to see him closing the door looking at her hungrily.
She got off the bed to stand beside it, standing in her silk gown, only lacy panties inside, her hair in a ponytail.
He waved his wand at the door and the room casting silencing and locking charms and before she knew it her breasts were slammed against the wooden wall, her both hands in his tight grip.
"Do you want to know what I thought after seeing you in your childhood bedroom" He whispered into her ear pressing his weight against her. She could feel a hard bulge growing between his legs and poking her between her buttocks.
"About taking you hard in the same bed where you have been living since you Born, while your parents slept peacefully downstairs not knowing that their daughter is getting fucked upstairs" Hermione was speechless, terrified and not only because of the current situation but also because she couldn't help her own arousal. Ron grabbed her hair with his free hand and forced her head to tilt to the side. His lips met her neck. He traced up and down taking delight in the softness of her skin. He inhaled her scent with his eyes closed, she didn't protest. A moan escaped her lips.
"You want this don't you Hermione?" he asked teasingly. Hermione didn't know how to respond. Her mind kept screaming for her that she need to put a stop to this but her body screamed for more of his attention. He didn't wait for an answer, he turned her around to face him. Her back hit the wall. She felt his lips press against hers, in a passionate kiss. A heat wave passed through her abdomen and she knew there was no point in denying it anymore. She responded to his kiss passionately. Her heartbeat racing a hundred miles an hour. She felt him lift the wand up to her chest and with one quick motion her gown landed on the floor
exposing a pair of perky round breasts with dark nipples. She wanted to protest when he broke the kiss but as soon as she felt his warm tongue rub against her left nipple she closed her eyes and moaned instead.
Ron's strong arm lifted her into the air and she felt his wand disappearing her knickers off. He pushed her down to her knees. She looked up at him confused once before obeying, her desires wanted to give him all the power.
"Take it out" he commanded harshly as he pulled his own top off and to the floor.
With no further delay and extreme confidence, she pulled Ron's pants down and took his massive penis in her hands. He kept silent and felt her hand covering his throbbing flesh. Soft, lightly wet tongue started its journey up and lick up, kiss and down. He couldn't help but grab her bushy ponytail, pulling on it like a lead. The tip of his cock touched the tight muscles of her throat. It was unbelievable. She stroked it gently at first, watching it grow and stiffen in the gentle moonlight. Time seemed to stand still as a hundred thoughts ran through her mind. Part of her was terrified of his rough domination over her, but the rest of her ached with an animalistic urge to have him inside her. Then, after only a moment's more hesitation, She started bobbing her head back and forth. Everything about him was incredible. The smell, the taste, the raw masculinity. She ran her tongue from base to tip and back up again.
Hermione, had given up on being quiet all together. She was sucking and slurping loudly, pulling his cock out of her mouth with an audible pop only long enough to spit on it so that she could slurp the spit back up.
Her lips, her throat, her tongue, everything was so perfect. Feeling of her tight throat muscles was so heavenly, and it ended with light sucking motion and tongue playing. He knew he wouldn't be able to have it too long, but she seemed so lost in her action, loving the feel of his flesh exploring every inch of her mouth. He groaned loudly prepared to move to the next position, without hesitation he threw her on the bed.
Hermione got in position, her head down, with her arms supporting with elbows underneath her breasts. On her knees with her legs spread and her ass in the air. Ron took his position on his knees behind her. Holding his erection in his right hand while the left paid attention to her soaked cunt. He slid two of his fingers inside of her without the smallest warning, coating his cock with her natural lubricant, only to pull them out and spread the moisture on to her anus. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass and pushed forward violently. "Ron! Not there!" Hermione squealed at the dry resistance. He looked down, spat on his cock and pushed harder, this time the tip slipped inside of her.
Hermione squealed and he could sense her body tensing. She instinctively tried to pull away but he had a tight grip on her hips and she wasn't going anywhere! He pushed again as more of his shaft began to disappear into her ass. He could hear Hermione squeal and yelp as he pushed deeper. His grip on her hips tightened. He was completely focused on her ass.
"Please..." Hermione pleaded, "you're too big, I can't take it!"
Hermione's pleas fell upon deaf ears as he got into a steady rhythm, pumping her tight little ass.
"Ronald, please! It hurts!" She screamed out feeling her insides burning like hellfire.
Her begging and the tightness around his cock was too good to stop, he was too close to the big finish.
"Shut your mouth and take your daddy's cock like a good little girl hermione" he muttered groaning in between of his words.
She soon submitted, other than the occasional wince or little squeal she no longer resisted. Allowing him the full pleasure of fucking her little ass. He started thrusting into her harder and deeper just before he was about to cum, but Hermione bit her bottom lip and took it like the good girl he wanted her to be.
He turned her around onto her back and she was shocked to see his cock still erect as a pole, didn't he just come into my arse?!.
He stroked his cock hard, looking at her expectantly. Hermione hesitated already tired for a second but then spread her naked body over the side of the bed with her feet barely touching the floor. She swung her legs up and caught hold of her knees. Ron had a clear view of her puckered anus and glistening cunt. Her lips glowed and swell in the moonlight. He knelt and lowered his head to her crotch. His tongue reached and orbited around her arsehole then slid up to her crack, dividing the lips and finally coming to rest on her clitoris poking out of the folds. Hermione giggled completely taken by surprise and her buttocks trembled but she kept pulling on her knees so that her toes touched the bedspread beside her head and she tried to open her thighs wider.
Ronald lapped at her and her juices started to flow. A drip oozed out of her crack, ran down her perineum and into the lower hole.
Suddenly Ron stopped his nuzzling and pulled himself up to his feet. His cock hard and ready and as the bed was high he could stand upright and rub against her entrance. He pressed against her, the head of his penis delved deeper, disappearing from view and inch after inch of shaft followed it. Hermione gasped as Ron's thick tool penetrated deep into her vagina. He rested when his testicles slapped against her buttocks. She liked this a lot more than the previous anal experience. He gripped her round breasts in each hand and proceeded to withdraw. She saw his magnificent, glistening shaft once more and licked her lips. Hermione groaned but he didn't pull out. His penis paused in the folds of her cunt for a brief moment then his hips thrust with such force that Hermione screeched with surprise and perhaps a little pain.
He pulled out once more bringing another sigh from her mouth. Then another thrust and another cry. He held onto her bum with both hands slamming into her time and time again. With each thrust, Hermione cried, louder and louder and sometimes intelligibly bidding him "Oh My Merlin" and "Yes, oh Yes!". Soon Ronald drawn-out a cry and a final deep thrust. Hermione's legs shook as her own orgasm took hold and for a few moments they remained joined together in that position before Hermione blurted out something that they both didn't expect at the moment "I love you..."
He pulled out of her violently and made to dress himself up properly "Don't be foolish Granger. This is just a fucking deal, there is no love for us"
"A deal for what" She asked furious trying hard to sit on her damaged buttocks
Ron gulped loudly without an answer to give her...
"Yes, that's what I thought. I know you feel something for me ron. Accept it or there will be no more stupid deal"
"Fine, be as it is then" he grumbled before walking out of the door leaving her sobbing hard, covering her face with her hands.