Losing It by WeasleyForMe
Inspiration and beta-reading by Grande.Vanilla.Skim.Latte!!
Hermione has decided she wants to lose her virginity to one of the Weasley brothers. Through a series of daydreams, she imagines the benefits of having each one as her first lover! Smut!
Hermione Granger sat under a tall oak tree in the yard of the Burrow, sipping from a tall glass of lemonade that Mrs. Weasley had made. A thick copy of Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration sat open in her lap, but she wasn't really reading it. She was trying to relax in the summer heat. After graduating from Hogwarts, she had completed a fast paced two years at a Magical University and was now certified in the art of Transfiguration. Everyone was very proud of her, but her illustrious accomplishment had cost her a social life. Before she went to continue her schooling, she'd broken up with Ron. He had taken it rather hard at first, but in time they were able to remain good friends.
Hermione let out a sigh as she looked up to see the six Weasley brothers all playing Quidditch. Just the mere sight of Bill, Ron and George without their shirts on caused warmth to stir in Hermione's stomach and a blush to creep into her cheeks. Their sweaty, fit bodies immediately made her embarrassed and uncomfortable. "It's your own fault you're a twenty-two year old virgin who's never had a real relationship," she whispered to herself. If she would have just stayed with Ron, she would surely have had six children and a home by now, but that wasn't really what she wanted either. She only wanted to lose her virginity, and who better to take it than one of the men flying around the yard?
The Weasleys were notorious for their firm bodies and good looks, attributes passed down from Arthur, who still looked rather fit at his age. But there was something singularly special about each one which made Hermione sure they would all be unbelievable lovers in their own way. It occurred to Hermione that Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Percy and Ron were all single. A plan began to form in Hermione's brain. If she were to have one of them take her virginity, what would it be like? What would make each brother unforgettably different than all the others? She allowed herself to slip into a daydream…
She watched as Ron flew overhead, blocking Percy's best effort at scoring a goal. He laughed and accepted a high-five from George. Hermione decided that losing her virginity to Ron would be carefree, fun and innocent, but he would also be the most nervous of them all. She let her imagination take over.
"Hermione, are you sure you want this?" Ron asked.
Hermione pulled him into her bedroom and locked the door behind them. "Yes, Ron. I am absolutely certain," she whispered as she coyly pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a lacy white bra.
Breathing deeply, Ron mimicked her movements and removed his own shirt. Then he closed the distance between them by leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. After a few tentative kisses, his lips parted and Hermione took the opportunity to move further with her desires. She slid her tongue slowly into his mouth until it met his in a sensual dance, and her fingers wound through the slightly curled hairs at the back of Ron's neck. As he groaned, he reached for Hermione's bra, unclasped it and pulled it down her arms.
He pulled his lips away from hers and took in the sight of her breasts bared before him. He met her eyes, noting the rosy blush on her cheeks. "Hermione, I think we've waited too long for this moment. We should have done this long ago," he said with a smile, running his hands down her sides to rest on her hips.
She grinned and bit her lower lip. "I definitely agree," she said with a whimper as Ron slid his fingers up to her breasts. He tickled, palmed and held her breasts almost reverently. "Ron," she groaned as her head fell back. "I should tell you, this is my first time. I don't want to disappoint you." She let her head roll slightly to the right as Ron's lips made contact with her neck.
"Hermione, it's my first time, too," he whispered next to her ear. "We were meant to do this together."
Hermione was certain that she wanted Ron to take her last bit of innocence. Reaching for his belt, she quickly pulled his trousers down his thighs and waited until he stepped out of them. In his boxer shorts, Ron really was the picture of attractive youth. Hermione's body began to thrum with her pent up sexual tension as she felt his hand work the zipper of her own pants. He didn't wait for her to step out of them before his lips found their way to her left breast and began gently sucking. She grasped his shoulders tightly, nearly losing her balance from the sensation and could feel his strong muscles flex.
She quickly stepped out of her pants as she muttered, "The bed, oh!" She squealed as Ron began to eagerly swirl his tongue around her hardened nipple. "We need the bed." She managed to reach the edge of her mattress before she fell backwards. Ron smiled down at her as he lowered his boxer shorts to the floor. Hermione gulped and felt herself become very wet at the sight of Ron's manhood standing proudly at attention. He slowly climbed onto the bed with her and continued to tease and pleasure Hermione's breasts. She ran her hands down his back, squeezing his backside when she reached it. Ron chuckled and looked at her with his bright blue eyes. She could feel his shaft resting against her thigh, and she knew she was ready for him. She moved his hands to the waistband of her knickers and nodded, giving him permission to remove them. Soon she was laid bare before him, blushing and yearning for him. "I'm ready, Ron," she whispered.
He took a deep breath as she spread her legs slightly and bent her knees. He looked into her deep brown eyes, noting that they were filled with a deep desire; he knew they were both ready. He took his painfully erect penis in his hand and guided it into her slick, wet opening. Hermione took a deep breath, bracing herself for the pain as Ron pushed into her, breaking her hymen. "Oh, god!" she called when the pain surged through her. Ron stopped his progress and looked on in shock. "D-Don't stop!" she commanded, and he continued to push deeper. Ron was distracted by the grip she had on his arms, but soon her pain subsided, and Hermione felt the pleasured fullness of having Ron inside her. She experimentally lifted her hips up to meet his, and the both moaned and gasped in pleasure.
"Hermione," Ron began with a grunt, "do that again, it was brilliant." She once again raised herself from the bed, this time twisting herself slightly, and soon they fell into a pattern and rhythm as their hands explored each other fervently. Ron ran his fingers down along her tummy until they grazed her clit, causing her to cry out from the new sensation.
"Ron!" she moaned and writhed beneath him. His eyes grew wide as he continued pumping in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her tight passage wrapped around him. Gently, he ran his fingers back over her, and she cried out again. He drew his fingers in little circles against her point of pleasure and she began to shout his name desperately. Ron could feel himself begin to grow tight and tense, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer inside this amazing witch. He quickly pinched and flicked her clit, quickly bringing her to an orgasm; the sight and sound of her had him grunting and pumping hard as his forehead sank down to meet hers. His lips crashed against her mouth as she called his name, and he thrust one final time, spilling his seed in her.
Ron rolled off of her and snuggled against her side. As she brought her hand up to run it through his hair, he said, "I'm so happy it was you."
She nodded and smiled as she played with his soft ginger locks, whispering, "Me too, Ron."
Hermione suddenly crashed back to reality when she heard Mrs. Weasley persistently asking whether she wanted more lemonade.
"Hermione, dear? Would you like another glass?"
"No, thank you," Hermione managed to mutter through her lust filled thoughts. Mrs. Weasley bustled back into the Burrow, and Hermione glanced up at Ron. He smiled back down at her, causing her eyes to go wide, and she quickly turned her attention back to her textbook, hoping nobody would notice her crimson cheeks.
Ahhh! I can't believe I just wrote Hermione/Ron smut! Someone stop me from ever doing it again!!
Anyway, please leave a review! I believe that the next chapter will be about Bill!!