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a Harry Potter fan fiction
She was sitting on the couch, finishing her Charms essay. Her soft, milky white hands gripped her quill lightly and she bit down on the end as she read over it, looking for any errors or imperfections. She tucked a strand of bushy brown hair behind her ear, sighed, and smiled, finally satisfied with the quality of her essay.
Ronald Weasley was watching Hermione the whole time she did this. It was the little things she did, the smallest details that most people would think insignificant, that made Hermione so special, and so damn beautiful to him.
"Well, I think I'll be going up to bed now," Hermione said, tucking her essay and quill away in her bag. She stood up and let out a yawn, stretching her arms.
"It's Friday night and it's only seven thirty! Aren't you going to stay up longer?" Ron whined, not wanting her to leave.
Hermione gave him a stern look.
"I'm tired, Ronald, for I, unlike you, have actually been doing my work all day," she said as she made her way to the stairs leading up to the dormitories. She turned back. "And you really should get started on your Charms essay, Ron, it's due Monday. And you, too, Harry," she snapped at Harry, who had been sitting silently doodling on a piece of parchment.
"Yes, Mum," Ron said. Harry laughed.
Hermione was annoyed, but she couldn't help smiling slightly. She muttered "goodnight" to the both of them before retreating upstairs.
She was the only girl in her dormitory when she arrived there. She set her bag down, stripped her clothing, and put on a long white nightgown. She climbed into her bed and for a moment she examined the magical, moving picture on her beside table. It was of her, Harry, and Ronald in their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were all smiling out of the frame and sharing looks of pure delight. Hermione saw her large teeth and smiled, happy that she had their size reduced in her fourth year.
She looked at Ron, beaming out at her from the frame. His ginger hair was shorter then, but he was still taller than her. She had always thought he was cute then, but now, now that they were all older, and in their last year at Hogwarts, Hermione no longer found Ron cute, she found him handsome, hot, and even sexy.
She did love Ron, she wasn't going to lie to herself about that, but she knew that she could never tell him. She knew that Ron didn't like her back. No, Ron had always seen her as the know-it-all, bushy haired girl whom he bickered with often, but was useful to have around when it came to homework. She knew he would never see her as more than a friend.
That was probably the only thing Hermione Granger was wrong about.
She tossed and turned for a while then decided she wanted to read for a bit to ease her mind. She got up quietly and saw that the other girls in her year were now in their beds, snoring softly. She grabbed her book and slowly crept downstairs, not wanting to wake anyone. She was sure nobody would still be up, but she heard voices.
She stopped halfway down the stairs and listened.
"Harry," Ron said. The two were still down in the common room, hours after Hermione had left.
Harry looked up from the Charms essay that he had finally attempted to start.
"Yeah?" he said.
"You don't think she's forgotten do you?" Ron asked, turning red.
"Hermione, of course...you don't think she's forgotten that tomorrow is...my birthday."
Hermione nearly gasped. Of course she hadn't forgotten his birthday! How could he think that? She had already gotten his birthday present: a broom cleaning kit and a new homework planner similar to the one she had given him for Christmas in their fifth year.
She knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but she continued to listen, curious to see what else Ron would say about her.
"Of course she hasn't forgotten, mate. Of all the people you know, the last person to forget your birthday is Hermione."
Ron looked around the common room, which was empty of people except for him and Harry. He wanted to tell someone, he needed to tell someone.
"Can I tell you something?" he asked.
"Sure," said Harry.
"Well, you have to promise you won't tell anyone. It's kind of secret."
"Okay," Harry said, already guessing the subject of Ron's secret.
"I find Hermione really...attractive. I mean, she's so smart and bossy, but I like her bossiness." Ron said, smiling at the thought. "And she's really pretty, too. I love her hair and her face and her eyes...and well, I don't think she's pretty, I think she's beautiful."
Hermione was now breathing heavily and her heart was beating fast. Ron thought she was...beautiful. She wanted to leap out at him and snog him senseless, but she was dying to hear what else he would say.
Harry smiled at Ron, happy that he had finally admitted his feelings for Hermione. He had known he fancied her for awhile, but it was good to finally hear him admit it.
"So you love her?" Harry said.
"Yes," Ron said, not having to think about it. "Yes, I do love her."
"Then you should tell her."
"Because she doesn't feel the same way. I'd just be making a fool of myself if I told her."
Harry shook his head, not believing how thick Ron was being.
"I think I'll be going to bed now," Ron said, standing up.
"Yeah, me too," Harry said, throwing his worthless attempt at an essay into the fire.
Hermione made a hasty retreat back into her bed.
Ron awoke the next day thinking of only one person: Hermione. It was his birthday, and all he wanted was to see Hermione smile at him, and say in her sweet, soft, sexy voice "Happy Birthday, Ronald."
He got up and found two packages on his beside table. He opened the smaller one first. Inside was a bag of Berite Bott's Every Flavor Beans and a birthday card from Harry. In the other he found a magical shaving kit from his younger sister Ginny with a card that read "No girl will want to kiss you will a rat growing on your face." He smiled and got up. He took a quick shower before dressing and going down to the common room to meet Harry and Hermione for breakfast. Harry was there, sitting on the couch, but Hermione was nowhere in sight.
"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Dunno. She's usually down before either of us. She must be sleeping in late today," Harry said, standing up. "Well, happy birthday!" he added cheerfully.
"Yeah, thanks for the sweets, mate."
"No problem. So you want to go down for breakfast?" Harry asked.
"Well..." Ron started, casting a hopeful glance toward the stairs, hoping Hermione would come strolling down at that very moment.
"I'm sure she'll be down soon," Harry said, guessing what Ron was thinking.
"Yeah...okay," Ron said and he and Harry left the common room.
The entered the Great Hall and sat at the Gryffindor table. Ron received many "Happy Birthdays!" from his fellow Gryffindors including Neville, Dean, Seamus, and his sister Ginny, whom he thanked for the shaving kit, and even Luna Lovegood drifted over from the Ravenclaw table to wish him a happy seventeenth in her naturally dreamy tone of voice.
Ron looked up and down the Gryffindor table as he shoved some bacon into his mouth. Hermione was nowhere in sight. He sighed.
The owl post came a few minutes later and Ron's owl Pigwidgeon brought two packages for him: a Skiving Snackbox from Fred and George, and a new sweater with a card that was signed by the whole Weasley family.
Ron was very happy with his gifts but the presence of Hermione would have made him even happier.
Hermione wasn't seen that whole day. She wasn't in the common room when Harry and Ron returned from breakfast. She wasn't down by the lake when Harry and Ron went there to do their homework. She wasn't at Hagrid's hut when the two boys went to visit him.
Indeed, it was as if Hermione had disappeared from Hogwarts, and Ron was definitely the most concerned about it. He kept on looking behind him, thinking he had heard her voice.
On their way back to the common room after visiting Hagrid, Harry kept on trying to assure Ron that Hermione was probably in the common room, waiting for them.
But Hermione was not in the Gryffindor common room when they arrived, and Ron let out a huge sigh.
"Where the hell is she?" Ron asked, slumping down on the couch.
"I dunno, Ron," Harry asked, not knowing what to say. He sat next to him.
"Fuck," Ron cursed, getting to his feet.
"What is it?"
"I think I left my bag at Hagrid's," said Ron. "I have to go get it."
"Why can't you just wait till tomorrow? It's at Hagrid's, it's not like it will get lost or anything."
"Yeah, but Fang might drool on it or Hagrid might drop a bag full of animal dropping on it or some mental stuff like that," Ron said, slumping to the portrait entrance. "I'll be right back."
"Okay," Harry said and Ron left.
The common room was mostly empty, most people were out enjoying the beautiful day. Besides Harry, only two second year girls occupied the room. It was only a few moments after Ron left that footsteps came from the steps. Harry didn't turn around to see who it was, and was given quite a shock when Hermione sat next to him on the couch.
"Hermione!" Harry said loudly, causing the two second year girls to turn around and stare at him for a moment.
"Hi Harry," Hermione said.
"Where the hell have you been all day?"
"None of your business."
Harry was a bit shocked at her snappy answer and looked her up and down.
"You know it's Ron's birthday, right? He's seventeen now."
"Of course I know that."
"So why have you been...gone? I mean, Ron's been worried sick. He won't shut up about you!"
"Where is Ron now?"
"Hagrid's place. He left his bag there. Said he'd be right back."
"Oh, then I have to make this quick. I need you to do me a favor, Harry."
"I need you to tell Ron when he returns that his birthday present from me is on his bed."
"Erm...okay, what is it?"
"I can't exactly tell you...but I know it's something that he'll really like."
"Why can't you tell him? I'm sure he'd rather hear it from you than me."
"Just do as I ask, please," Hermione said, standing up.
"Fine, but it'll have to be after my detention with Snape."
"You have detention with Snape tonight?"
"Yeah, I failed the last two Potions tests. As a matter of fact," Harry added, checking his muggle watch. "I should be heading off to his office right now."
Hermione sighed, yet she nodded. Harry left the common room moments later.
Hermione did not go into her dorm, but instead entered Harry and Ron's. She made sure nobody else was in the room, got out her wand, and cast an Imperturbable Charm on the room. She placed her wrapped present on Ron's beside table. She then cast a charm on the room so the only person who could enter was Ron. She smiled, knowing that they could not be disturbed. She knew she had some time to spare, so she decided to decorate.
She produced some scented candles using her wand. She charmed them to float in the air. The room was soon filled with the wonderful scent of cinnamon. She made a real fuss of making sure Ron's pillows were fluffed to perfection and finally stripped all of her clothes off and tucked them under Ron's bed.
She climbed into Ron's bed, kicked the covers down to her feet, and pulled the drapes around the bed.
She sighed and looked down at her naked figure, already feeling herself becoming wet. If her plan worked, Ronald Weasley would soon be fulfilling every dream and fantasy that had haunted Hermione for years now. She would finally confess her true feelings for him, for now she knew that he felt the same way.
Now, all she had to do is wait.
Ron returned to the now empty common room a few minutes later. He slumped down on the couch, wondering if Hermione would show up at dinner in a few hours. He wondered where Harry was for a moment, then remembered Harry mentioning a detention he had later that day while at Hagrid's hut.
He sat there, quite possibly the most miserable person at Hogwarts at that moment, besides Harry, of course, who was most likely writing lines with Snape at that very moment. The presents he got for his birthday were great, but what he really wanted was to see Hermione, and for some reason he could not understand, he had been denied of her presence.
He was just wondering if he should skip dinner, go to bed, and call it a day when the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and Harry walked in.
"Hey," Ron said, still looking thoroughly depressed.
"Snape let me go a little early," Harry said.
"He said he couldn't stand to look at my horrible handwriting any longer and he told me to study more often."
"Oh," Ron said, trying to hide his slight smirk.
"Oh, and Hermione wanted me to tell you something."
Ron snapped his head up, his heart giving a little jump at the mention of Hermione.
"You saw Hermione?"
"Yeah, after you left to get your bag."
"What did she say?" Ron asked, eagerly jumping up.
"She wanted me to tell you that her birthday present to you is on your bed."
"Great! See you, mate," Ron said and practically ran up the stairs into the boy's dormitory.
He opened the door and was instantly greeted by the sent of cinnamon. He kicked the door shut behind him and muttered softly "Blimey" when he saw that several candles were floating in the room.
He strode over to his bed and saw a present on his table. He opened it eagerly and found a new broom cleaning kit and a homework planner. While he was not nearly as elated about the homework planner as he was about the broom cleaning kit, he still loved the presents, because they were from Hermione.
His Hermione. Oh, the way she tucked her bushy hair behind her ear, the way she bit down on the end of her quill when she was concentrating hard on something, the way she licked her soft pink lips when she tasted something sweet...
Ron was just about to retreat to the bathroom for a good wank when he remembered something. Harry had told him that Hermione had said that his present was on his bed, not on the table. So that meant there must be something else...
He didn't remember pulling the drapes around his bed so he grasped them and pulled them back excitedly, knowing something was waiting for him. There was.
The sight before him shocked him; he was surprised he didn't faint. He took a gulp and stood silent.
Hermione was on his bed, naked as if she had just been born. Ron's blue eyes grazed her body, taking in all in.
Her breasts were full, round, and large, with small, pink nipples in the center. They were hard and erect with arousal. Her stomach was flat with several small freckles by her navel. Her legs were long, shaved, and soft looking with wonderful thighs that Ron wanted so desperately to grab hold of. Finally, his eyes rested on the patch of dark brown hair in between Hermione's legs. There wasn't that much hair on her womanhood, it looked as if she trimmed it down slightly.
But the most beautiful part of Hermione's appearance was her face. Her expression was soft. Her brown eyes were wide and innocent looking, despite the fact she was naked in front of a young man. Her lips were parted slightly, and they looked softer than ever, making Ron want to snog her so badly. Her expression also held a look of pure lust and she slowly licked her lips when Ron made eye contact with her.
"Hermione – what is – this?" Ron asked, his voice sounding unusually high pitched. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, feeling his arousal making his jeans too tight.
"Happy Birthday, Ron," Hermione breathed in a tone just above a whisper.
"I...why are you...n-naked?"
"I'm your birthday present."
"I...well...um, you look...beautiful...I...dunno what to say," he rambled, looking everywhere but at her. He smiled widely and blushed cherry red, his erection now killing him. He was considering slapping himself to see if he were dreaming.
"Ron," said Hermione, finally putting an end to his awkward string of words. "come next to me."
Ron was more than delighted to do this. He rested himself next to Hermione on his bed, still completely clothed. He didn't know what this might lead to, but he knew he had to tell her.
"I love you," he said finally.
"I've been waiting so long for you to say that," Hermione said, smiling. "I love you too."
"I...I can't tell you how beautiful you are right now..."
"I want you to touch me, Ron...I need you to touch me."
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, slowing raising his hand, about to grasp her breast.
"Yes," she answered with as much passion in her voice as she could muster.
Ron held Hermione's right breast in his hand and gently squeezed on it. Hermione whimpered, glad Ron had finally made contact with her desperate, naked, aroused body. He lowered his face to her chest and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking softly and giving it a light bite, feeling the hardness of it against his teeth.
Hermione gasped out. She needed some friction. She lowered her hand to her entrance and began rubbing against it as Ron took her left breast in his mouth, giving it the same treatment as he did the other one.
Hermione continued to pump against her own hand until she came, growling and feeling her own juices get on her hand. She raised her hand to her mouth and licked the juices off of it. Ron looked up at her, going mad at the sight of Hermione tasting herself. He captured her in a kiss.
She whimpered when their lips finally met. She wasted no time in colliding tongues with him, swirling around the taste of her cunt. Ron decided he needed more of her. He broke the kiss and lowered himself down to her entrance, where Hermione spread her legs eagerly.
Ron smelled her and saw her juices smeared all over the inside of her thighs. He nuzzled his long nose against her for a moment, then slowly stuck his tongue in her. Hermione nearly came again right then, but she was determined to hold on. She gripped the bed post as Ron began to dart his long tongue in and out of her, lapping up her sweet, delicious juices with every lick.
He had never done this before, only in his fantasies of course, but he seemed to know exactly what to do. His nose was bumping up against her clit and Hermione couldn't help but rock herself against his face. He was slowly driving her into insanity.
It was when Ron started sucking on her clit that she came, her juices spilling into Ron's eager mouth. She needed him now. She needed to know what it felt like to have Ron, her Ron, inside her. She knew it was going to be painful the first time, but to be with Ron, it was all worth it.
"Ron. I need you. Inside me. Now," Hermione panted out. She grabbed her wand and muttered a spell that caused the clothing to disappear from Ron's body, leaving him just as naked as her.
Ron seemed almost embarrassed, and used his hand to cover himself. He blushed, his skin now looking very much like his hair.
Hermione looked at him, his beautiful body at last visible to her. He was thin, with a Qudditch toned chest and long, muscular arms. She removed his hand and gasped when she saw his size.
He was more than she had expected and fantasized about, to say the very least. Ron's manhood was long, hard, and thick. Hermione felt her womanhood get even wetter just at the sight of it. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was here, she could hardly believe it was actually happening.
"Make love to me, Ron," Hermione breathed, still looking at his member. She laid back on the bed, waiting for him.
"Are you completely sure?" he said nervously.
"I've been sure for quite some time now."
Ron smiled and positioned himself on top of her. He quickly performed a contraceptive charm and threw his wand aside. Hermione spread her legs wide, feeling herself drip onto the sheets. She was ready...for the pain, the pleasure, or both...whatever this first experience brought she was ready, because she was with Ronald Weasley.
"If you want me to stop at any time just tell me, okay?" Ron said and Hermione nodded. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I love you and could never hurt you."
Tears stung Hermione's eyes at the sound of these loving words. She snaked her hands around Ron's back as he slowly entered her.
Hermione gave a small yelp as an unusual mixture of pain and pleasure filled her, but it was mostly pain. Ron stayed still for a moment, not moving inside her. He wanted to move, but he couldn't and wouldn't hurt her. He loved her too much to make the first time for her horrible.
Hermione waited for the pain to lift slightly before grabbing Ron's bum, squeezing it.
"Move," she said.
Ron slowly began thrusting in and out of her, loving the feeling of her hot, wet inner walls enveloping his rock hard member. He looked down at Hermione's face. Her eyes were closed, her teeth were clenched and tiny beads of sweat were forming along her scalp line. He couldn't tell whether or not this was an expression of pain or pleasure, but he just hoped he wasn't hurting her too much.
As the pain began to subside more, Hermione began to enjoy this more and more. She moved beneath him and began to groan, moving his face to her breast. He smiled, glad to see she was finally showing some signs of enjoyment, and took her breast in his greedy mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple, which had turned into a pebble.
Ron was extremely surprised when he felt Hermione come softly around his thick shaft. He thought most girls didn't come the first time. Hermione moaned and arched her back as her orgasm flooded through her. It was not the best orgasm she had experienced, but it was better because it was Ron who had made it happen.
He lasted a little longer, long enough to make Hermione come again, this time a little harder and better than the first one, when he finally came, spilling his milky white seed inside her. He fell on top of her, his head resting in the valley of her breasts. He kissed the left one tenderly and looked up at Hermione, who was wearing a look of pure content and satisfaction upon her beautiful face.
"Happy Birthday," Hermione sighed in a slightly sing song voice. "You have no idea how long I've touched myself thinking of what we just did."
Ron chuckled. Earlier that day he thought this was the worst seventeenth birthday he could have experienced, because of the absence of the girl he loved. He had no idea that he would soon be making love to her, together at last.
"Hmm?" she said, feeling sleep calling her name.
"Where were you all day?"
"Yeah, I purposely slept in a little longer than I usually would. I stayed in the Gryffindor tower mostly while you and Harry were out, and I spent some time in the library..."
"The library! I should've known to look there!"
"You wouldn't have seen me even if you did come to the library."
"And why not?"
"I put a charm on my watch so it would turn hot if you were coming near me. I would've slipped from the library long before you could find me."
"But why? Why did you avoid me all day?" Ron said with an expression of mock hurt.
"I thought that would make my little surprise better if you hadn't seen me that day."
"No, you just did it to torture your poor Ronnie."
"Maybe," Hermione laughed. Ron faked crying, only causing her to laugh harder.
"So what exactly made you decide to pull this little stunt, my love?" Ron asked, tucking a strand of sweaty, bushy brown hair behind Hermione's ear. It felt good to touch her hair. It felt good to touch any part of Hermione.
"I...I..." Hermione started, wondering if she should tell him. "I overheard you talking to Harry about me last night. And I couldn't help it. I wanted you and I finally knew you wanted me and I just needed you."
Ron raised his eyebrows, though he smiled a devilish smirk.
"So, my little Hermione Granger is an eavesdropper, eh?" he chuckled.
Hermione sighed and smiled, deciding to just go along with it.
"Yes, Ron, your little Hermione Granger is an eavesdropper."
"It'll be Hermione Weasley if I have it my way," Ron said softly, causing Hermione's stomach to flip. What did he mean by that?
"Are you saying...?"
"Yes, Hermione, I'm asking you to be wife one day," Ron said with a confident voice, though his face was still tinted with red. "I'd have thought I would have asked you in a better way, like after we are out of school...and older...and we'd been actually dating for some time, but...I just want to ask you now because...I will sleep better tonight if I know you want to be with me forever, just like I want to be with you forever," he completed. He looked up at her and kissed the tip of her nose lightly before saying, "Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"
"Yes, yes, of course!" Hermione beamed at him.
Ron smiled and rested his head in the valley of her breasts once more.
"We should probably be leaving soon..." Ron said miserably; he didn't want to get out of bed now.
"Why?" asked Hermione.
"Dinner will be starting soon. Harry is probably already waiting for us downstairs."
"I think Harry has enough independence to walk to the Great Hall himself," Hermione said with a smile. "Let's stay here."
Ron murmered "Okay" as he nuzzled her breast, nearly aroused again.
"So how does it feel to be seventeen?" Hermione asked.
"After the events of tonight, it feels bloody fucking brilliant," Ron said and for once in her life Hermione didn't care that he had cursed.
"You know, sometimes I forget that I'm a bit older than you," she said.
"Yeah, I mean, you're just so much bigger than me."
"But when it comes to brains, you are about thirty years older than me," said Ron, "so I guess we balance ourselves out."
"I suppose," Hermione said and let out a huge yawn.
"Go to sleep, love, I'll be here when you wake up."
Hermione sighed contently as she closed her eyes. It only took minutes before Ron heard her snoring lightly. He moved off her and spooned her, snaking a long arm around her petite waist. He turned and looked briefly at the broom cleaning kit and homework planner that sat on his beside table and smiled.
He kissed Hermione's wild hair before he too closed his eyes, knowing he had just had the best seventeenth birthday any teenage boy could ask for.