Romione Quickiefest Entry.

Prompt: Deathly Hallows

Pairing: Romione

Rating: M for language and adult themes

Thoughts are in italics

The night before in Grimmauld Place, before the Ministry break-in. Hermione's thoughts are keeping her awake and only a certain redhead can soothe her mind.

"Ron...Ronnie...Ron!" whispered Hermione loudly in Ron's ear.

Ron groaned as her turned to face Hermione, who had just woken him up from a extremely delightful dream.

'What issit?" he croaked, turning to face Hermione, who was laying beside him.

"Sorry to wake you up, but I've been thinking." said Hermione.

Ron sleepily rolled his eyes. "You're always thinking, Hermione." he joked.

Hermione ignored his playful jab. "I've been thinking about if we were to die tomorrow."

That woke Ron up a bit more." why would you think about that?"

"Well, it isn't like it isn't a possibility, Ron. We could be here now, and then the next day, gone"

"I don't know if I like this conversation."

"I was just thinking about how I haven't done a lot of things that most teenaged girls would have done by now." continued Hermione. "I've only been kissed about three times, not even a proper snog. Everything else has always been just hugs."

"Are you talking about sex?" asked Ron, now fully awake.

Hermione blushed. "Not full on sex. Just like a bit of foreplay and touching. Normally, girls my age have at least touched themselves down there, but I haven't."

Ron couldn't help but picture Hermione touching herself while she was alone in the shower. A fantasy that he had played in his head many times.

"Have you?" asked Hermione.

"Have I what, touched you?" asked Ron stupidly.

Hermione laughed. "No no silly. Have you touched yourself before. I mean like full on masturbation."

Ron hesitated. "Yeah...I have a time or two." said Ron, his voice shaky.

"Only a time or two?" asked Hermione.

"Well, maybe a lot more than two. I just wouldn't imagine you wanting to hear about it."

"Well I did ask, didn't I?" smirked Hermione.

"That's right. You did." said Ron. "I guess the real answer is many times. But blokes don't really call it touching yourself. Wanking is the term we use."

"Oh. Well, when you...wank...what do you think about?" asked Hermione, curiously.

Ron felt as if he were falling into a trap. No way did Hermione want to hear about him getting off.

"Well, the general answer would be girls. Actually, one girl in particular." said Ron, actually shocked at himself for saying that much.

"Oh...like Lavender?" asked Hermione, begging inside that he would say no.

Ron felt insulted. "Hell no. Never. Not even when I was dating her."

"So you and Lavender never...you know..."

"Never what?"

"Don't make me say it."

"I've only snogged her, Hermione. She may have wanted to, but to be honest, I was never interested."

Hermione sighed in relief. She would have gone mental if Ron had sex with that ditzy bint.

"So you haven't even touched her? Or any girl for that matter?"

"Never." said Ron.

"Oh."

Hermione suddenly felt vulnerable, a feeling she absolutely hated. However, she had what you would call an itch, and it had been begging to be scratched. She just didn't know how to approach the situation.

"If I asked you to do something, would you promise not to go all barmy on me?" asked Hermione as she looked into Ron's hypnotizing cerulean eyes.

Ron tried to process his thoughts. 'Is she really going to-'

"Would you touch me, Ron?"

'She really did.'

"I'm...I'm sorry?" said Ron, acting as if he hears her wrong. She couldn't have said what she just said, his mind was playing tricks on him.

"You don't have to. But I just wanted to have this experience just in case something happened tomorrow. And I trust you. I trust you with everything, and I know you wouldn't hurt me." said Hermione, her face burning.

Ron contemplated her request. Of course, he saw this as potentially the best night of his life, but he was still nervous. Afraid that he would ruin it.

"If it's truly what you want me to do, I'll do it. But, I want to to be proper about this" said Ron, rubbing his hand against Hermione's cheek.

He nervously kissed her on the lips. He looked at Hermione, trying to gage her feelings about it. He didn't want to mess anything up.

She closed her eyes and melted into Ron's kiss, taking in the softness of his lips. She had dreamed about kissing him for so long, and this was better than what her mind came up with.

Ron rubbed her smooth exposed thigh as he brought his kisses down to her neck, the feeling of her soft, creamy skin was making the blood rush to his hardening member. He didn't know if Hermione would be offended if she felt it against her leg as he scooted closer to her.

When his hand reached her knickers, Hermione gasped. "Are you sure? I'll go slow, okay?" he asked one more time. Hermione simply nodded. She was scared to speak.

Ron stuck his hand inside of her knickers and placed a finger onto Hermione's wetness. Her eyes went wide, she caught her breath, and let out a tiny hum.

"Bloody hell." said Ron, captivated by the expression on Hermione's face as he moved his finger gently on her most sensitive spot. She closed her eyes as her breathing got heavier. His touch was taking her into another world.

He slid a finger into her warmth, the tightness surrounding it. He found his penis envying his finger, as he moved it in and out of her. He explored her walls as if they were sacred.

Hermione's breath quickened as Ron's finger twitched and turned inside of her.

"Faster." she whispered, and Ron picked up speed, enjoying the beautiful song her moans were making that he was causing her to do.

She had often thought of Ron touching her down there. Probably more than she normally should have. She didn't imagine that it would feel this good.

"Ron...I think I'm..."

Before she could get the word out, she felt a rush of wetness almost pour out of her. Ron was amazed that he had actually made Hermione come as hard as he did, and with only his finger. She felt herself pulsing uncontrollably, as if her own body was mad that it was over.

"That was amazing." she said breathlessly. All Ron could do was nod in agreement.

"That was bloody brilliant." he whispered.

Hermione blushed as she now realized Ron's hard cock was against her thigh.

"Would you mind if I returned the favor?"