'Ron?' He was sure he could hear someone calling his name, but he could have sworn that he'd just died and gone to Heaven so surely not ...

'Ron! Say something!'

'Huh?' He knew that voice. That was his own voice. So maybe he was still alive, then. He shook his head, then opened his eyes to see Hermione kneeling in front of him, her expression a mixture of impatience and fear.

'Sorry, 'Mione, I just ...' He was finding it really hard to think, but looking at her sat like this in front of him made him remember why. 'Wait, were you being serious?!'

Wrong thing to say. Hermione huffed, her cheeks turning bright red. She scrambled off their bed and started to make her way towards the bedroom door. He shot after her, which was made harder by his leg bones feeling as though they had been replaced with jelly, and caught her hand just as she reached for the door handle.

'Wait! I'm sorry, Love, you know what I'm like with words, especially when I'm ... distracted ... tell me again?' She turned to look at him, her eyes still somewhat angry and, possibly, hurt? He hated the thought that he'd inadvertently hurt her, and he reached out to cup her face in his hand, stroking his thumb across her cheek bone in the way he knew she liked. She sighed and closed her eyes, nuzzling lightly into his hand. When she looked at him again, he put on his best lost-puppy pout and ducked his head to peer at her through a fringe of long, ginger hair. 'Please?'

She cracked and giggled at him, and wound her fingers through his as she turned to face him properly. She playfully slapped his arm with her free hand, and he grinned back, running his thumb over her knuckles.

'OK, I'll tell you, but this is kind of embarrassing for me to admit so please don't judge me.' She was looking nervous again, so he lifted her chin with one finger and leaned down to kiss her lips softly.

'I could never judge you, 'Mione,' he replied sincerely, and she smiled at him again.

'OK, here goes nothing ...' she gripped his hand tightly and he held his breath, waiting for her to speak. When she did, her words came out rushed. 'I've been having fantasies about you being dominant in the bedroom.'

'See,' he said, shaking his head again, 'that's what I thought you said the first time.'

'Then why did you react that way?!' She dropped his hand to cross her arms over her chest, a frown creasing between her eyebrows.

'Because that's naughty, Love. And the thought of you being naughty makes me go all ... spacey,' he grinned at her. She rolled her eyes and sighed, but he caught the twitch of her lips as she fought off a smile, and knew he'd put her back at ease. 'I mean, Hermione Granger, having naughty fantasies? That in itself is pretty unbelievable. Having fantasies about me? Still very hard to understand. Having naughty fantasies about me? That's just ...' he took a step closer to her, and heard her breath hitch as she looked up at him, her hands dropping to her sides. 'Well, that's just dirty. And the thought of you being dirty ...' He stepped closer to her again, and this time she took a step backwards, her gaze rivetted on his. 'Well, you know what that does to me.'

Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lower lip as he leaned closer to her. He made sure not to touch her, and when she swayed towards him he leaned away again.

'So tell me,' he murmured, his voice low and husky with his sudden lust. 'What exactly have you fantasised about?'

'I ...' she swallowed hard, looking dazed. 'I've thought about you ... telling me what to do.'

'Oh, really?' he purred. 'And do you obey me?'

'Yes,' she breathed, then looked down. 'And if I don't, I get punished.'

'Look at me, 'Mione.' His tone was suddenly commanding, if not a little sharp. Her head snapped up, and he could have sworn that she pressed her thighs together. Fuck, was this really happening? He forced himself to focus. 'And what do you get if you're a good girl?'

'I ... oh Ron, I can't -'

'Yes, you can.' His tone was softer this time, and she gulped again, and yes she fucking did press her thighs together. Ron felt a nearly painful throb in his boxers and did his best to ignore it as he raised an eyebrow at Hermione. 'Well?'

'If I'm good I get to cum.' It was almost too much. He'd only just regained feeling in his legs but at her words he nearly buckled to the floor. He clenched his jaw in an attempt to regain control, and when he looked into her eyes again he saw lust shining there.

'That sounds like a very fair arrangement,' he commented, thankfully sounding a lot more in control of himself than he felt. 'What else do you think about?'

'I-I think about you being rough with me. N-not just ... you know ... hard sex, but generally r-rough, heavy handed.' Merlin, she sounded so innocent right now, and hearing her saying these things to him in that tone of voice? Ron mentally reminded himself to try and figure out later what he'd ever done to deserve this. Later. For now, though ...

'You think you'd like me to be rough with you, 'Mione?' he asked. She nodded, and without warning he stepped quickly into her, grabbing the tops of her arms as he went, taking her with him and slamming her back against the door, his body pressing firmly into hers. She let out a noise, a delicious little sound, how could he describe it?

A whimper. That was the only word for it. She'd made this noise before, but it sounded so much filthier in this context. Slightly concerned he had hurt her, he leaned back to look in her eyes, but he knew the look she gave him back all too well. She was turned on right now. Very turned on. Satisfied she wasn't hurt, he slid his hands down her arms to her wrists and suddenly pulled them over her head, pinning them there with one big hand wrapped around both of them. She pressed her hips into his and he ground her against the door as he bent down to kiss her, passionately. He caught her lower lip between his teeth and bit down, a little harder than he usually would, and was rewarded as she gasped into his mouth and writhed against him. He released her lip and leaned away again, sliding a knee between her legs and trapping her against the door with his hips. He leaned close, so that she'd feel his breath on her mouth.

'Was that what you had in mind, Love?' he whispered gruffly. Her gaze bored into his face as she nodded silently. He sighed, and shook his head. 'You can do better than that. I want you to use your words when I ask you a question.' He reached out his free hand, and stroked it over her right breast, feeling her nipple standing out against the thin material of her tank top. He pinched the hard bud between his fingertips, and Hermione's head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut. 'I'm still waiting for an answer, 'Mione.'

When she remained silent, he twisted her nipple. She bucked against him as her eyes shot open and she gasped out, 'Yes, yes that's what I had in mind.'

'But that's not all you've been thinking about, right?' He chuckled as she looked at him, slightly confused.

'How did you-'

'It's very simple, really,' he smirked, and leaned forward to nip at her neck. Again she struggled against his hold on her wrists, but he just tightened his grip. This only seemed to turn her on more, and she made that delicious noise again. Gods, he wished he could record that sound and listen to it all day, every day. He licked a trail from her collarbone to her ear, where he hovered to whisper, 'I know that's not all you've thought of, 'Mione. I know, because I've had these fantasies too.'

He heard her gasp, and he lifted his head from her neck so that he could take in the look on her face. Shocked, disbelieving, hopeful, horny - all perfectly displayed across her beautiful features. He grinned as his fingertips stroked slowly up her throat, raising goosebumps on her skin as he went.

'It's true,' he continued. 'For a few years now, actually, whenever I've thought about us ... intimately, there's been some element of it where I'm in charge. For once,' he chuckled, and she shot him a brief challenging glare before her eyes melted again when he grazed his thumb along her jaw. She suddenly looked down and shook her head lightly, and he cupped her chin to tilt her head back so that he could search her eyes. 'What is it, Love?'

'Why ...' She was a little breathless, so he eased his body slightly away from her to allow her to stand a little straighter. He didn't let go of her hands. She cleared her throat and tried again. 'Why didn't you say something?'

'How could I?' She frowned, clearly confused. He continued, 'Well, think about it. We'd just gone through a war, and we were both still healing. You were off back to school, I was going to be helping George for the year so I knew that I wouldn't have much time to come and visit you. How could I tell you something like that, and then send you off? You'd either have thought me a creepy bastard and chucked me there and then, which I probably wouldn't have survived -' She opened her mouth to interrupt, but he pressed a finger to her lips and spoke quickly over her. 'I'm serious, Love. I think that on top of everything else would have done me in. So it was that, or the tiniest, slightest, minutest chance that you were willing for us to try it, and for us to start getting into it, and then have to stop it all again while you were away. Which could have done me just as much damage, if I'm honest. Remember, I had a hard enough time keeping my hands off you after we first made love. Imagine what I'd have been like if I'd had a taste of this fantasy with you, just to have it taken away again?'

He smiled down at her, a little unsure now. It was a lot to have shared with her, and he waited to see how she'd react. His thumb was absent-mindedly stroking the inside of one of her wrists, and his other hand had travelled automatically to rub at the back of his neck.

'And now?' Her voice was quiet, a little shaky, but her eyes remained on his, and he could still see her need in them. This was all the reassurance he needed.

'Well, now,' he chuckled, and pressed his weight into her again. 'Now we live together. Now I get to come home to you most nights. Now -' his voice was low and heavy with his lust so the next words came out in a growl '- I can do whatever I want to you, and no-one can hear you scream.'

With this, he pulled her wrists upwards a little more, forcing her up onto her tip-toes. Her surprised squeak turned into a high, breathy moan as his hand found the gap between her top and her shorts, and his rough fingers grasped her hip tightly. His face found her neck again and he bit down, sucking and licking at the spot until he knew he'd left his mark.

'Would you like that, 'Mione?' he panted, lifting his head again to watch her face as he rolled his hips against hers, pressing his rock-hard erection against her hip bone and grinning when her eyes rolled into her head at the feeling. 'Would you like me to take control, to have you completely at my mercy, to know that it's only over when I'm ready for it to be? Answer me.'

'Oh, Ron, yes. Please, I want that so badly, I've wanted it for so long!' She almost sobbed as her desire burned through her, she was limp against him and he could feel the heat pulsing from her centre as his thigh pressed harder between hers, keeping her upright. He was about to respond, when something she'd said made him think back to the start of the evening.

'Wait, how long?'

'W-what?' She tried to focus on him through her lust, struggling to shake it off and staring at him almost drunkenly.

'You just said that you've wanted this for so long, and earlier you said you've been having fantasies, not that you have fantasies.'

'Get to the point, Ronald,' she snapped, and he fought the urge to chuckle as her cheeks turned pink again. He loved it when she was frustrated like this, it usually made her quite insistent in bed ... No, concentrate.

'Well,' he said slowly. 'I said earlier that I'd been having these fantasies for a few years, but I thought it was just from being a randy teenage boy struggling with self-control. But maybe it wasn't just that. So I was wondering, how long have you been having these fantasies?'

'Ron, does that really matter right now?'

'Going off the colour your pretty face is, I rather think it does.' Her glare was sharp and he could see her clench her jaw as she exhaled through her nose, but all of this only served to turn him on further and make him want to tease her more. 'Fuck, you're so sexy when you're like this. C'mon, fair's fair, I told you, now you tell me. 'Mione, tell me.'

She pressed her lips together and raised her chin defiantly. For some reason, her challenge tipped him over the edge. His growl rolled deep in his chest, and he dropped her wrists to grab her shoulders and spin her away from him so that her front was pushed into the wood of the door. Without thinking, he followed his fantasy through. He raised a hand and brought it down sharply, but not particularly hard, across Hermione's round, pert arse. The noise of the slap, mingled with the sound of her cry, reverberated around the room and he stood frozen to the spot, ready for her to hex him or Apparate or worse ... cry. He'd crossed the line, oh fuck, how was he ever going to-

'Ron?' Her voice was so soft, and he was convinced that this was it, it was all over. 7 years' worth of build up and he'd ruined it all in 5 seconds.

'Yes?' His own voice was strangled with fear and tension as he waited for her to continue. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, and he nearly passed out at her expression. He had never seen her this turned on before. He could almost feel the heat from her eyes as her desire sparked there, and he slowly started to register that her breathing was very fast and she was actually pushing her arse away from the door, towards him.

'I've thought about this for years. At nights, in my dorm bed. From around the age of 15, I think.' She kept eye contact with him as she said all of this, and he started to relax. She wasn't leaving.

'Hermione, I -'

'You didn't hurt me, Ronald. At least, not in a way I didn't want you to. It actually felt ... really good. I've always loved the feel of your hands, and part of my fantasies were wondering how your hands would feel on different parts of me, in different parts of me ... '

'Fuck, 'Mione.'

'Do you remember when you came back from that mission, last month?' He nodded slowly, still wary as he listened. 'That was the first time you'd ever spanked me. Gods, the way it made me feel ... It helped me realised what I wanted. I want this, Ron. And I trust you, completely. You'll know if you're going to do something I might not be comfortable with, just like you know when I need a hug or when I need to stop thinking about something.' He was speechless at this, and he just continued to stare at her. She held his gaze steadily as she said, 'I want to try this with you. No-one else can make me feel this way and I wouldn't want anyone else to have control over me. If we find it's not for us then that's fine, I'll still want to fuck you.' She winked at him, and her casual use of the swear snapped him out of his trance.

'Turn around,' he instructed, and she obeyed, pressing her back to the door. He stepped in to stand over her, and she laced her hands around his neck. 'If this gets too much, if you're not comfortable about anything we do, you say so and it stops immediately. Agreed?'

'Agreed,' she smiled up at him. He kissed her, hard. She returned his kiss, her hands pulling at his shaggy hair as he scratched his short nails gently up her sides, lifting her shirt slightly as he went. After a few moments he broke their kiss, both of them panting heavily. He shook his head, chuckling, and she raised an eyebrow at him in silent question.

'It's just so unusual to think that Hermione Granger, the straight-laced, rule-loving book worm, has such a kinky side!' He laughed again as she pouted at his description of her, and kissed her affectionately. 'But I suppose it makes sense, it always the ones you'd least expect it from, eh?' He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she laughed with him this time. They kissed again, their contact becoming passionate as their hands explored each other over their clothes, teeth nipping at soft flesh and tongues warring with each other and smoothing over heated skin, sighs and moans filling the air between them until Ron had another thought.

'When you said you thought about this in your dorm room ...' he mumbled into her cleavage, where he'd been sucking and licking the soft tops of her breasts. She suddenly stiffened in his arms, and he looked up to see her cheeks flushing pink as she avoided his eyes. 'Look at me.' She reluctantly dragged her gaze to meet his, and a thrill went through him at her obedience. He stood a little straighter so that she had to tilt her head back to look at him. 'What did you mean by that?' She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. ''Mione, I think we've both learned this evening what happens when you disobey me. Are you going to tell me, or do I need to spank it out of you?' His tone was half-teasing, but when her blush deepened and she bit into her own lower lip he felt weak at the knees again with his sudden realisation. 'Oh fuck, you ... you actually want me to punish you, don't you?!'

She hung her head, trying to hide from him, but he caught her chin and made her look back up at him.

'Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is?' he snarled. She whined as he pressed his mouth to hers, opening her lips willingly to allow his tongue entry. He lost it when she sucked on his tongue. He pulled away from her, grabbed her hand and marched her back to the bed, where he sat down on the edge and roughly pulled her forwards until she was bent over his knees, her hands just touching the floor and her stomach pressing against his hard cock. He held her down with one hand in the middle of her back, and raised his other hand in the air. She looked over her shoulder at him, panting as she took in what was happening.

'Tell me.' His voice was soft, but the command in it was clear. He waited, watching her, and finally she very slowly shook her head. He brought his hand down as he had before, and this time her cry was more of a wail. It almost sounded like his name. He rubbed her arse carefully, and waited for her to look at him. When she did, he raised his hand again.

'Tell me.' Slightly harsher this time.

'I ... oh, I can't-'

Smack. She moaned, and again he rubbed her until she looked at him. The fire in her eyes gave him an idea, and instead of raising his hand straight away, this time he slid it between her legs, just slightly away from her core. As he stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs, her eyes rolled in her head and she hung down against him, whimpering and moaning, grinding her hips as she sought contact. The hand that was holding her down traced slowly up her back and into her hair, his long fingers winding around a handful of curls and he pulled, harder than usual. This time she definitely moaned his name, and he felt his erection twitch against her stomach. Without warning, he removed his hand from between her legs and brought it down one last time against the round, soft flesh of her rear.

'Tell me!' This time, his words were hard, and this time she spoke.

'I-I used to t-touch m-myself. In my b-bed, thinking about you d-doing these things to me. I-I used to whisper your n-name when I came. R-Ron, please!'

He pulled her up from his knees and, standing quickly, pushed her backwards onto the bed so that she fell onto her back. She stared up at him, breathing hard, her hair standing out erratically and her legs parted. He could see her nipples standing up against her top, and she had a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead and chest.

'Show me.'

'W-wha-'

'You heard me, 'Mione. I want you to show me how you would touch yourself when you imagined us doing this. So show me. Now.'

'Ron ...' she moaned, her eyes closing. Her hands went to the hem of her tank top, which she slowly lifted up over her breasts, leaving it scrunched up under her chin. Her small fingers shakily caressed down her chest, and she sighed when she reached her breasts. She slowly rubbed circles around her nipples, and when she pinched them between her fingers she bit her lip to quieten her groan as her back arched slightly off the bed. Ron's cock pulsed again in his trousers, he was scared to blink in case he missed anything that was happening in front of him.

'Ron,' she whispered again, and one hand continued to squeeze at her tits while the other snaked down her toned stomach, teasing herself as she feathered light touches over her hip bones. Her head fell back and her hips bucked slightly, and Ron felt his mouth go dry. As she sank back to the bed, her hand moved to the button of her shorts, which she quickly undid. Her zipper followed, and her hand crept back up her body until her fingertips met with the lace edging on her panties. At an agonising pace, Hermione's fingers sank below the elastic of her knickers, and when she reached her centre her back arched again, this time harder and higher. 'Oh Ron, yes ...' she breathed, and he saw her hand moving in slow circles below the material. It was too much to bear. He leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around the waistband of her shorts and knickers.

'Open your eyes, 'Mione.' His voice was thick with his lust. She obeyed, and her chocolate brown eyes clashed with his brilliant blues. As she focused on him, he tightened his grip and roughly pulled her shorts and knickers from her body in one smooth movement. She gave a little cry of ecstasy and the fingers on her clit, now free from restriction and bare for him to see, became more urgent in their motions. As he looked down at her, he raised her knickers and slowly ran a finger down the gusset.

'These are absolutely soaked,' he growled as he maintained eye contact with her. She nodded as her stroking continued. 'What could you possibly have been imagining that made you so wet?'

'I-I ...'

''Mione.' His voice was slightly threatening, and she whimpered at the sound and her pace increased. Fuck, if his voice alone could do that to her ...

'I was imagining that you were ... fucking me.'

'Is that all?'

'No!' She blushed and shook her head wildly. 'No, you were ... taking me from behind and ... you were going so hard, so fast ... you were pulling my hair and talking dirty to me and ... and ...'

He needed friction. He unzipped his own trousers and pushed them and his boxers down. When his erection stood free, tall and full of blood and pulsing, her eyes locked onto it and her rubbing became furious. She was biting her lip so hard he was momentarily worried she'd hurt herself. His hand wrapped around his member, and he stroked himself at a leisurely pace, waiting until her eyes returned to his before he prompted, 'And ... ?'

'And ... you p-put your thumb in my ass.' Ron staggered slightly, gripping himself tighter than he'd meant to. It had the desired effect of stopping him from spraying cum over Hermione at those words, but it was still a while before he could speak, let alone continue the movement of his hand.

'Fuck, you really are a dirty little witch, aren't you?' he panted. She nodded, and he noticed her breathing increase at his words. He decided to continue, to say the things he'd often imagined he might say in his fantasies. 'But I think that's OK, you know why?' She shook her head, never breaking their eye contact. 'Because you're my dirty little witch.' She gasped, and moaned as her fingers sped up again, going at an almost impossible pace against her slick folds. 'Now, show me. Show me how you would cum, all those times when you thought about me, about us, when you were all alone in that bed at night. Show me how you cum for me.'

At his words, Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head again. She let out a strangled scream that was partly his name, and her hand was a blur before it stuttered to a halt. She slowly lowered herself back onto the bed, and her breathing slowed as she opened her eyes and peered at him from below her heavy lids. A slow smile spread across her flushed face, and she raised her hand to her mouth and, sticking out her tongue, licked her juices from her fingers, moaning softly at the taste.

'Fuck.' It was too much for Ron. He lunged forward and grabbed her hips in his hands, flipping her over so that she landed face down on the bed with a squeal. He pulled at her waist, forcing her arse into the air so that she rested on her knees in front of him. He stuck out his tongue and dragged it roughly up her slit, causing her to whine in protest when he hit her over-sensitive clit. He groaned at the taste of her, and licked her swollen folds again before climbing onto the bed behind her. He positioned himself so that his tip pressed against her entrance, but paused there.

He reached down, wrapped his hand into the hair at the back of her head, and pulled upwards, causing her to scramble to her knees with a grunt of pain. He would have thought that he'd gone too far if he hadn't felt a fresh wave of her fluids leak out of her and drip down the stiff shaft of his ready cock. He held her hair tightly in one hand and, steadying her by gripping her hip with his other hand, he ploughed forwards, driving into her to the hilt. She screamed, and he paused there, feeling her throb around him as she adjusted to him inside her.

'What do you want, 'Mione?'

'Again,' she sobbed.

'Again, what?'

'Again, please!' At her words, he pulled completely out of her, and thrust straight back in, hard and fast. She screamed again, but he heard another desperate 'please!' almost immediately. He pulled out again.

'I like your manners, Miss Granger. They sound very pretty-' this last word was punctuated by another vicious thrust, and she arched her back so hard that he could almost see her face from behind. He rubbed his hand down her back and, still fully sheathed, he leaned towards her ear. This deepened the angle of his cock inside her and her muscles clenched around him, causing him to moan and bite into her shoulder. She pushed her arse back into his hips, and he tugged at her hair, which made her go still. When he could speak again, he continued, 'But I also love it when you say filthy things. What was it you said, my love, about what you imagined me doing?'

'Ron ... please ...'

'Let's see if I can remember.' He straightened up again and stayed still, pretending to think. 'Oh that's right!' he mock-exclaimed, and slid his hand between himself and Hermione to press the pad of his thumb against her puckered arse hole. She whimpered and clenched around him again, almost painfully. He chuckled, then quickly pulled his cock out of her tight, wet pussy. She whined and leaned back, seeking him wantonly.

'Patience, dirty girl,' he growled, and she stilled under him. Taking his slicked cock in his hand, he moved it between Hermione's perfect buttcheeks and slowly, teasingly, rubbed the length of it against her other hole. She tensed slightly, but he rested a hand on her back lightly. 'Don't worry, Love, I'm not going to try that. Not tonight, anyway,' he teased, then groaned when he saw a familiar shiver run through her. 'Gods, Hermione, you'll be the death of me at this rate.'

She looked shyly over her shoulder at him and wriggled her hips back against him so that his cock was caught between his stomach and the firm flesh of her behind. Swearing, he slapped her arse, repositioned himself at her core and, tightening his grip in her hair once more, thrust home into her hot wet pussy. She screamed, and he had to focus not to cum at the sound.

'Tell me what you want, 'Mione.'

'Fuck me, Ron, fill me with your cum. Please, I can't stand it any more, take me as hard and fast as you can, mark me, destroy me, take what's yours, please!' At her words he set up a pace faster and harder than he'd ever dared go with her before. She lost the ability to speak but her screams drove him on. He slid his hand between them again and pressed his thumb gently against her now lubricated puckered hole. It slid in almost immediately to the first knuckle, and with it Hermione came undone. She pulsed around him, and he fought to keep thrusting, pushing his own release away as she rode hers out, choking out his name.

'That's it, Love, I want my name to always be on your lips any time you cum, do you understand?'

'Yes, Ron!' As her clenching eased, he renewed his pace, and with it his thumb slid further into her arse.

'Fuck, you're so tight everywhere, 'Mione.'

'Ron, I -' He felt her squeezing again already.

'Oh no, you got away with one, you told me you only get to cum if you're a good girl. Isn't that right, Miss Granger?' She only whimpered, and he pulled her hair tighter. 'I said, isn't that right, Miss Granger?'

'Yes, Sir.' Fuck, there it was. The change. Suddenly she was entirely submissive, he could do whatever he wanted to her and she would do whatever he said. The feeling of power flooding him felt like hot lava, but with it came the insatiable drive to make sure her needs were met. It was a strange feeling, but it felt right that one would not do without the other. He eased his fingers from her curls and stroked her hair back, still thrusting hard into her as he experienced the shift in his mindset. It seemed that this new part of him was what spoke next.

'And do you think you've been a good girl?'

'Yes, Sir!'

'And what do good girls get?'

'They - ah - they get to c-cum, Sir!'

"That's right, Miss Granger. They get to cum while their holes are used and claimed and filled. Whose holes are these that I'm using?'

'Yours, Sir, always yours!'

'Good girl. Are you close?'

'Yes, please, I don't know how long I can -'

'It's OK, I'm almost there, I want you to cum with me, but only when I say.'

'Yes, Sir!'

'Fuck, 'Mione, I love it when you talk like that. OK, good girl, get ready ... oh fuck ... oh fuck OK cum with me, 'Mione, cum now, oh fuck!'

'Oh, Ron!' She came hard, her walls pulsing around him, pulling his own orgasm from him. His thrusting became erratic as he groaned her name and spilled hot streams of cum into her, only stilling when he started seeing white spots in his vision. She collapsed completely to the bed and he followed her down, trying not to crush her as he sloppily kissed her shoulder and neck. She was panting under him, her skin hot and flushed. As they both regained oxygen, he heard her sigh softly and she shifted slightly under him. He eased himself out of her to lie down next to her, and suddenly she let out a pained moan and winced slightly. He immediately scooped her to his chest.

''Mione, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I went too much too fast, didn't I? I'm such a twat, I'm so sorry-'

'Ron,' she giggled, cutting off his flow. 'I'm fine. Might be walking a bit bow-legged for a couple of days, but it was absolutely perfect. Just how I've imagined.'

'Really?' He heard the pride in his own voice and cringed, but she laughed and kissed his shoulder softly.

'Yes, really. In fact, I think we should try something new every night, don't you?' She smiled up at him, and kissed his mouth, gently nibbling his lower lip. His softening cock throbbed, and he pulled his mouth from hers with a groan of discomfort.

'Oh Love, please, no more! I don't think I can take it.'

'But I have so much more that I want to tell you about, Ron! So many things I've imagined us doing ...'

'I'm sure you do, but if you tell me right now I'm pretty sure I'd implode.' He looked at her as seriously as he could, and she giggled as she snuggled her face into the crook of his neck. Sighing contentedly, he traced his hand down her back to her arse, and was surprised to feel raised bumps there. Bumps in the shape of ... fingers ...

'Miss Granger, I do believe someone has marked you!'

'Well, Ronald, I think it's only right that someone marks their property as their own. Wouldn't you agree?'

'Absolutely.' He scooped her tighter to him, and breathed out, 'Mine.'