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Late Birthday Present (Half Blood Prince AU)

Rated: M

He shouldn't have been there. He should have been anywhere but there. Unfortunately there he was, sitting in the common room on his birthday, with his ear being talked off by Lavender Brown.

He didn't know what the hell she was talking about. He was far too busy thinking about someone else. Someone that he would have loved to have spent his entire day with.

He made sure to nod and say "uh huh, no, I totally agree" at the right times, but his mind was focused on his female brunette best friend, not the blonde beside of him.

Suddenly, she came through the portrait hole, with Harry and Ginny in tow. He instantly straightened up on the sofa, as Hermione's eyes darted from him to Lavender, and then back on him. She gave him a weak smile. They had just gotten back to being friends with each other after that poisoning fiasco, and everything seemed brand new again.

"Ron, I need you to come with me for a minute, if that's okay." said Hermione, hesitantly.

"Excuse me, but as you can tell, we are having a conversation." huffed Lavender as she clung to Ron's arm. Hermione gave Ron a look of pleading, with a hint of disgust.

"We can finish this later, Lav." said Ron. " I want to see what she wants."

"Well, I'm coming with you." said Lavender, firmly. "She may try something. I don't trust her, Won-Won."

Hermione smirked and let out a tiny chuckle. Won-Won. The worst nickname she could have ever given the boy. She had to know it embarrassed him.

"Well I don't care what you think." said Ron, standing up and walking over to Hermione. "She's my best mate, and she needs me."

Hermione hooked her arm with Ron, looked back at Lavender, and gave her a conniving wink as she and Ron headed out of the hole.

They walked in silence until they approached an empty classroom. Hermione took Ron by the hand and led him in, locking and casting a silencing charm on the door.

"So, what's wrong?" asked Ron.

"Nothing's the matter. I...I just wanted to give you a belated birthday present." said Hermione, suddenly nervous.

"Oh." said Ron. "You didn't have to get me anything, Mione. The fact that we are talking again was enough of a present for me."

"I know. And technically I didn't buy it nor did I make it. Honestly, I feel rather silly even wanting to do this. However, I just can't hold it back anymore." said Hermione, her voice suddenly turning seductive.

Ron began to become intrigued. He had never heard Hermione speak to him in this tone, never seen her look at him the way she was looking at him at that moment. He felt himself growing hard in his jeans.

And then, she kissed him.

Ron couldn't believe what was happening to him. Was Hermione Granger's lips actually on his? This had to be some wonderful dream.

'Wait, wait, wait Ron...don't you have a girlfriend?' his mind reminded him. 'Fuck it, this is Hermione!'

He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her small, but curvy frame. He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, and she giggled at the sensation. She shoved her tongue into his mouth, causing Ron to lose ever more of his rational thinking.

Hermione's hands nervously slipped down Ron's Quidditch chiseled chest, he had gained more muscle this year, and he was solid as a rock. Her hands continued to descend until they reached their destination.

His jeans.

Ron's face lit up and he pulled back as he noticed where Hermione was going. He found himself happily panicking.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" he whispered as she fumbled with his button and zipper.

"Don't say a word. I might lose my nerve and not do it." she whispered back, and when she successfully unbuttoned his jeans, she stuck a soft and delicate hand in his boxers, and grasped his dick.

Ron tried hard to catch his breath. Here he was, in an abandoned classroom, his best friend and secret admiration with her hand down his pants, holding his member. He had died. That's what happened.

Hermione looked down at Ron's hardening muscle as she extracted it from his boxers, her eyes fixated on everything there was about it.

"I thought you would be a right size, but I never imagined you would be this big, Ron." she said as she began to stroke him. Ron didn't know what to say back to that. He found himself forgetting how to speak at the moment.

"This may complicate things a bit." she pondered out loud.

"What do you...what?" stuttered Ron, trying to ask what she meant by that.

Hermione gave Ron a mischievous grin. She then took a deep breath, let it out, and quickly dropped to her knees.

Before he could ask a question, Hermione's mouth was on his dick. He instantly froze as he tried to come to the realization that this is what was happening to him. His best friend, the most beautiful girl in the world had his dick in her mouth.

'Bloody fuck, Hermione what the hell," he said as he marveled in the warmth of her mouth around his now rock hard cock. She didn't say a word. If she said something, she knew she would lose all the nerve she had. Instead, she just concentrated on Ron and the fact that she was beginning to love what she was doing.

Obviously Ron was too, because he was having a lot of trouble forming legible sentences. He waved his hands around as if he were performing wandless magic, unable to figure out what to do with them.

When Hermione licked up his shaft, he lost full control. His right hand gripped the edge of the desk he was holding onto, while his left hand made its way into Hermione's wild strands of hair, gripping them tightly as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

Hermione found that she liked the roughness. It motivated her even more to finish the job. She continued sucking him off as he moaned and grunted. She delighted on the fact that she was causing him to make such primitive and aggressive noises.

"Hermione, I'm almost there, holy fuck." he moaned, now guiding Hermione's head back and forth. He thought she would want to get up when he said that. No way was she going to allow him to cum into her mouth.

However, a minute or so later, he let loose and Hermione took it all in, as if it were pumpkin juice and she was dehydrated. She found that she actually loved the taste of him, and she was glad that she made the choice to be as bold as she was.

She stood up and looked at Ron's dazed and thoroughly satisfied expression. "Happy Belated Birthday, Ron." she said, kissing him on the cheek. She then turned and walked out the door, leaving Ron deliriously happy.

And craving more.