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Getting His Attention
a Harry Potter fan fiction
Hermione Granger walked down the stairs into the common room and instantly regretted it. The sight before her was disgusting, revolting, and disturbing to say the least. Ronald Weasley was sitting on the couch by the fireplace, accompanied by his girlfriend Lavender Brown. They were eating their faces, their lips moving fast as they snogged, and Hermione swore she even saw Lavender's tongue dart in and out of his mouth a few times.
She felt vomit rise in her throat and she looked away. Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter were sitting on the other side of the room, and once they saw her, waved for her to come over. Hermione kept her head down as she passed Lavender and Ron.
"Oh, Won-Won," said Lavender, breaking their lip lock at last. "You are such a great kisser."
Stupid girl, Hermione thought, His name is not 'Won-Won' it is Ron, god damn it.
"Hey Hermione," Ginny said once she had made it to them.
"Want to do our homework together?" asked Harry.
"By that, don't you mean do your homework for you?" Hermione snapped.
"No!" said Harry defensively, though he knew this was true.
"Whatever, then. Let's go to the library," she said, casting another glance at Lavender and Ron, who were embracing again.
That should be me, Hermione thought miserably.
Harry, Ginny, and Hermione left the common room with their bags and walked to the library, where they sat at a large table and began their homework.
"Er, Hermione?" said Harry.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione said, already halfway done with her Potions essay.
"Can you help me with this?" Harry said, motioning to his paper. He gave her a hopeful grin.
"Hand it over," she said flatly, grabbing his paper.
"Really?" Harry asked, his smile widening.
"Yeah, sure, I don't want you to fail anyway," said said.
She began to cross out sentences on Harry's paper and wrote new sentences quickly.
"There," she said after a few minutes, handing the paper back to him. "Just rewrite what I wrote on a new piece of parchment and you should pass."
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said. "You're a lifesaver."
"You should learn to do homework by yourself eventually though, Harry," said Ginny as she flipped a page of the book she was reading.
"I know, ladies, I know," said Harry, standing up. "I think I'll go use the bathroom. Will you two watch my stuff?"
"Might as well take it with you," said Ginny.
"Yeah, dinner is about to start soon," said Hermione. "We'll meet you in the Great Hall."
"Okay," Harry said, stuffing his work into his bag. He nodded at the two of them and left.
"What's up with you, Hermione?" Ginny asked once Harry was out of sight.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, looking up from her parchment.
"You've been really down lately."
"Oh, well...it's nothing," said Hermione, looking down again.
"You can tell me," said Ginny.
Hermione locked eyes with her female friend. Truthfully, Ginny was really the only female friend she had. Well, she supposed Luna Lovegood was a friend, but they were never on the same page. She felt Ginny's eyes boring into hers, and she blushed, wondering if she should tell her.
"It's about Ron, isn't it?" said Ginny, as if she had read her mind.
Hermione nodded softly.
"I...I've always loved him," she said, finally deciding to spill her heart out to her friend. "I just...I think I only truly realized it when I saw him snogging Lavender. I...I was heartbroken. You have no idea how much I cried that night."
"Hermione..." said Ginny as she grabbed her friend's hand from across the table. "You know Ron loves you too, don't you?"
"Your brother doesn't love me," she said, shaking her head.
"Yes, he does!" Ginny said a little loudly, making Madam Pince give her a angry glance. "Ron loves you, Hermione. Isn't it obvious?" Ginny added quietly.
"Yes, it has become quite obvious over the last few years. And it's obvious that you love him back. I can't believe neither of you have realized that yet."
"If it's so obvious, then why is he currently snogging Lavender Brown?"
"Because...because he found out that you snogged Viktor Krum."
"How the hell did he found out about that?"
"Well...I sort of told him. When he got on my case about kissing Dean Thomas, I kind of let it slip that you kissed Viktor. Don't be mad," she said, seeing Hermione's face turn red.
"I'm not, Gin," said Hermione. "But it wasn't even really a snog, it was just a little peck on the lips."
"Oh, well he's jealous about it, Hermione," said Ginny. "He's only snogging Lavender to get back at you for snogging Viktor."
"Boys..." Hermione muttered.
"Well, no offense, Hermione, but you aren't making it any easier for him. First you set those birds on him, and now you are giving him the evil eye whenever you see him."
"What do you think I should do? You've had more boyfriends than me, you should be an expert."
"Somewhat," Ginny said smiling. "Well, for starters, smile more. You've been frowning all the time."
Hermione put on a wide smile.
"Great," said Ginny. "And push your hair behind your ears. You have a really pretty face, Hermione, and sometimes your hair covers it up."
Hermione nodded and pushed her bushy hair behind her ears, but it didn't stay.
"Here," said Ginny as she rummaged in her bag for a moment. She handed her two black hair clips. "These should keep it back."
Hermione pushed her hair back again and placed the clips in. This time, the hair stayed in place.
"How do I look?" said Hermione, casting her a hopeful smile.
"Beautiful," replied Ginny. "Hey, I have an idea."
"Tomorrow is Saturday, no classes, so why don't you let me dress you up a bit? Maybe do your hair?" she suggested.
Hermione looked at her with her eyebrows raised.
"I don't want to look like a desperate slut, Gin."
"I'm not going to make you look like a desperate slut!" said Ginny loudly, yet again attracting the attention of Madam Pince.
"Miss Weasley," she said sternly. "You are in a library. Please keep your tone down."
"Sorry, Madam Pince," said Ginny. "We should get going, Hermione."
Hermione nodded and put her work away. The two girls walked into the Great Hall, where dinner was just about to start. They sat next to Harry, who was sitting next to Ron, who had his girlfriend Lavender clinging to his arm as he took a bite of his turkey.
Ron looked at Hermione as she passed him, but she kept her head down.
"Lavender, do you really have to hold onto me when we eat?"
"Sorry, Won-Won," said Lavender, loosening her grip on his arm, but not letting go completely. Ron sighed.
Halfway through dinner, Hermione dared a glimpse at Ron. His mouth was full of mashed potatoes and Lavender was still holding his arm, while putting some green beans in her mouth with her free hand. Ron looked truly miserable.
Then Lavender turned and looked at Hermione. She narrowed her eyes in a threatening manner. Hermione was looking at Ron. At her boyfriend.
Lavender leaned over, turned Ron's face toward her own, and captured his lips in a kiss. Ron looked mildly surprised, but didn't refuse. They snogged until the dessert course appeared on the table. That's when Ron pulled away from her in order to get a slice of cherry pie.
Hermione looked down at the brownie she had randomly grabbed, deciding that she was not in the mood for sweets at all.
She went to bed before anyone else that night, only in order to have herself a good cry.
Hermione awoke on Saturday morning not feeling any better than she did the night before. The other girls in her dormitory had already gotten up and as Hermione checked her muggle clock she saw that it was already a quarter past eleven.
"About time you got up," Ginny said once Hermione had dressed and slumped downstairs. "Now come with me."
Hermione slumped back upstairs, Ginny taking the lead, and followed the red head into her dormitory.
"Sit down on my bed, Hermione. I'll be with you in a minute."
Hermione sat down on the edge of Ginny's bed while Ginny rummaged in her drawer for a few moments. Finally, Ginny pulled out a hairbrush, several clips, and a large red hair tie.
"Please don't do anything drastic to my appearance, Ginny..." Hermione said, slightly concerned.
"I'm not, I'm not!" Ginny said as she walked around Hermione to the back of her head. "I just wanna start with your hair. It's really pretty hair, but like I said yesterday, it has the tendency to hide that gorgeous face of yours."
"I'm not gorgeous," Hermione said, blushing. "I'm intelligent, but I'm not gorgeous. I'm not even pretty, really."
"Yes, you are, Hermione," Ginny insisted, as she gently started brushing back Hermione's hair. "I know Ron thinks you are."
"How do you know?"
"You should have heard him the summer after the Yule Ball. He wouldn't shut up about you. 'I think Hermione looked really nice at the Yule Ball,' he would say, 'But that bloody Viktor Krum had his hands all over her...ruddy pumpkin head.'"
Hermione couldn't help but smile a little.
"Ouch, Ginny," she yelped suddenly when Ginny pulled a snag in her hair with the brush.
"I'm sorry, just ran into a tangle. But anyway, one point I want to make clear to you is that you don't and won't have to do anything big to your appearance to get Ron's attention. He already thinks you're pretty, all I'm doing is helping you embrace that prettiness."
"I feel guilty, Gin," said Hermione softly.
"Look at me! I'm trying to steal another girl's boyfriend."
"I wouldn't call it stealing, Hermione, more like getting back what is rightfully yours."
"You're making Ron sound like he's a possession."
"But he's miserable, Hermione," said Ginny. "Have you seen his face when he's around her? He's bloody miserable."
"I suppose," said Hermione softly as she felt Ginny insert several clips into her hair and tie it up.
"Now," said Ginny walking over to face her, "I'm not going to do much to your face, just put on a little chap stick."
Ginny opened her drawer and pulled out a tube of strawberry lip balm.
"Don't worry, I've never used this tube before, it's clean. Put your lips like this," Ginny puckered her lips as example. Hermione imitated her. Ginny lightly applied the lip balm to Hermione's pale lips, making them turn into a light hue of pink.
"Perfect," Ginny said, throwing the stick aside. "Now that your hair is pulled back, people can see your ears. Do you have any earrings? Like the ones you wore at the Yule Ball?"
"I rarely wear earrings," Hermione said. "In fact, the only reason the holes in my ears haven't closed up yet is because I put a charm on them."
"I think I have a pair that would look good on you," said Ginny. This time, she pulled her trunk from under her bed, opened it, and fumbled in it.
"Damn...I knew I should have packed better..." she murmured to herself. Finally, she pulled out her wand, pointed it at the mess in her bag, and said, "Accio earrings!"
Two small red earrings appeared from inside her bag and soared into Ginny's hands.
"Yes, these will be good," said Ginny as she kicked her trunk back under her bed and stood up. "They are simple, but we don't want anything too fancy, right? And plus, they match the hair tie..."
Ginny grabbed her wand again, pointed it at the earrings in her hand, and muttered a cleaning spell. The earrings glowed for a moment, then returned to normal.
"There, they should be clean now," said Ginny. She gently put the earrings in Hermione's pierced ears.
Ginny stepped back and smiled.
"You know, Hermione, I think we're done here," Ginny said. Hermione grabbed the small mirror that rested on Ginny's beside table and looked at herself.
Her long, bushy, dark brown hair had been pulled back into a smooth ponytail in the middle of her head. Several hair clips had been applied to the back to keep any hair from getting away. Her lips looked brighter and they had a slight tint of pink in them from the lip balm. The earrings were simple, round and red, but they complimented her face nicely.
Hermione smiled. She looked different, but it was a good different, and she was still Hermione, just with a different hairstyle.
"Ready?" Ginny asked.
Hermione put the mirror down and beamed up at her female friend.
"Ready," she breathed.
The two girls walked into the Gryffindor common room, where people were now returning from breakfast.
"Damn, looks like we missed breakfast," said Ginny. "Oh, well, I wasn't hungry anyway...look, there they are."
Ginny and Hermione stopped dead in their tracks. Ron and Lavender were sitting on the couch, lost in a snogging session. This time it was definitely obvious that tongues were involved.
"That's truly disgusting," Ginny whispered to Hermione. "And right after breakfast, too? Wouldn't their breaths taste like sausage and scrambled eggs?"
Hermione nodded in agreement. The two walked over to the other side of the room, where Harry was sitting alone, trying to get another essay done.
"Hey, Ginny...Herm –," he started, but stopped when his emerald eyes rested on Hermione. "You look...different."
"Ginny did me up," said Hermione casually, pulling up two chairs. She and Ginny sat.
"It looks nice," Harry said. "Really nice. Listen...erm...Hermione..."
"Hand it over," Hermione sighed loudly, though she smiled. She snatched Harry's paper and quill from his hands.
"I wasn't going to ask you to write all of it," Harry said.
"No, no, of course, you weren't, Harry, just the introduction, the body paragraphs, and the conclusion. So, that's all of it right?" said Hermione.
Harry blushed and looked down.
"Lavender," Ron said suddenly from the couch. He stood up. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione turned to look at them. "I've really got to do my homework. I've got three essays due Monday."
"Okay," Lavender chirped. "Bring your stuff down and we can do it together, Won-Won."
The look on Ron's face said that doing his homework with his girlfriend wasn't what he had in mind at all. He sighed and looked up, his eyes just moving past the place where Harry, Ginny, and Hermione were sitting. His blue eyes darted back to Hermione. He stared at her for a long moment, and Hermione stared right back at him, not a smile or frown on her pink lips, but just a plain, almost waiting expression.
Ron finally turned and walked up the stairs to the boy's dormitory, leaving Lavender on the couch, waiting for him. Hermione smiled and continued working on Harry's essay, crossing out many sentences and adding new, better ones.
After a few minutes, Ron came back downstairs, his eyes lingering to Hermione again for a moment, then he sat down next to his girlfriend, his back now turned on the girl he really loved.
"Okay...let's start on this..." said Ron, pulling out his incomplete Potions essay.
"Wait, before we start," Lavender said and she pulled Ron's face toward hers, their lips locking instantly.
Ron was truly sick of the endless snogging. That's all they ever did. They could never have a normal, friendly conversation. Ron wished Lavender didn't insist on snogging every freaking moment...Ron wished Lavender was more like...Hermione.
Ron opened his eyes and broke the kiss. He stared at Hermione again, she was hunched over a table, writing swiftly in her neat, small handwriting. Ron licked his lips.
"What are you staring at, Won-Won?" said Lavender, following his gaze.
"Oh – nothing," Ron saved himself before Lavender saw that he was staring at Hermione.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing that he wasn't being truthful.
"Come on," she said, rising. "Let's do our homework in your room."
"Er...sure," Ron said, grabbing his bag and standing. He led them into his dormitory and sat on his bed. Lavender closed the door behind them and magically locked it. She sat next to her handsome boyfriend.
"What's on your mind?" she said softly.
"What – oh, nothing," Ron said.
Ron raised his eyebrows at his girlfriend.
"What could I possibly be lying about?"
"You seem very distant lately..."
"Oh, well, I'm just a little...stressed. It's all the homework, I suppose."
"Oh, really? You've never seemed super concerned about homework before."
"Well, I used to have Hermione help –," he started, but stopped at the look on Lavender's face.
"It's that Granger girl, isn't it?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I knew she was going to start trouble between us..." Lavender said and she stood up and began pacing around the room. "Bitch..."
"Don't call Hermione that," said Ron firmly, his fists curling in anger and his face becoming red.
Lavender stopped pacing for a moment, looking down at Ron.
"Why are you being so defensive of her? You two haven't spoken in forever!"
"Well..." Ron said, not seeing how he could talk his way out without confessing his burning love for Hermione. "I – I'm sorry. Forget I said anything. I'm sorry."
Lavender continued to look down at her boyfriend, her expression filled with rage.
"I'm sorry, Lavender! Here...come kiss me."
At this, Lavender finally calmed down. She sat down next to Ron and their lips met. She pushed him down against the bed and slowly began grinding against his leg.
"Lav – what – are you doing?" Ron said, pushing her off him.
"I was just..." Lavender said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I want to shag, Ron."
"Oh," Ron said flatly, sitting up. Lavender may have been his first kiss, but she wasn't going to be his first shag. He didn't want that with her.
"Come on," she said in a seductive tone, rubbing his shoulders. "I know you want to."
"Lavender..." Ron said, hoping to let her down easy. "I...I'm not ready for that."
"You're not ready to have sex?" she said incredulously.
"No...I'm honestly not..."
"Are you sure, Won-Won?"
"Yes, I'm sure, Lavender," he said, putting emphasis on her name. He didn't give her a stupid nickname! So why should he be burdened with a name as stupid, embarrassing, and silly as Won-Won?
"Oh...well, let's just do our homework then," said Lavender awkwardly, pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill, looking thoroughly disappointed.
Ron had his eyes on Hermione for the rest of the day. He watched her as she worked in the common room. He watched as her ponytail bobbed back and forth when she turned her head to talk to Harry or Ginny. He eyed her hungrily as she slowly bit down on her sandwich at lunch and licked her lips after sipping her pumpkin juice.
"Well, I think I'll go take a nap. See you, then," Ron said after he and Lavender returned to the common room from lunch. He let go of her hand.
"Bye," said Lavender as she watched Ron go upstairs.
She knew now that she had to do something about that Granger girl. She was unsure at first, but now she was positive that Ron was staring at her.
"I'm pretty sure our plan is working," Ginny said as she, Harry, and Hermione walked through the portrait hole.
"What plan?" said Harry.
"Nothing," Hermione said quickly.
"But, really, did you see him staring at you?" Ginny whispered to Hermione.
"Yes," Hermione said happily, nodding her head. "Well, we'll see what we can do tomorrow then. I think I'll go upstairs and study a bit before dinner," said Hermione.
The two waved at her as she retreated into her dormitory.
Hermione sat on her bed and pulled out a book, parchment, and a quill. She opened the book, read a few paragraphs, then scribbled down some notes. Suddenly, Lavender appeared in the doorway.
"Oh – hi, Lavender," said Hermione, slightly startled.
"Look," said Lavender, walking over to her in a huff. "Stay away from Ron."
"What?" Hermione said, feeling her stomach do a flip. Was it that obvious that she was trying to get Ron's attention?
"Don't play dumb, Hermione," said Lavender, standing in front of Hermione, her hands on her hips and looking furious. "Look at you, you did yourself up to try and steal my Ron."
"Lavender – I don't – ."
"Shut up," roared Lavender.
Hermione closed her mouth as Lavender resumed yelling at her, the hot tears of anger starting to sting her eyes.
Ron had told Lavender earlier that he was going to take a nap. However, he really was going to try and complete his homework alone. He sat on his bed and only after a few minutes of writing he decided that his essay was worthless. God, he needed Hermione right now. He knew that it was time to mend his friendship with her.
He stuffed his things away, flung his bag over his shoulder, and peeped into the common room to see if Hermione was there. She wasn't.
Ron thought she might be in her dormitory, so he pulled out his wand and muttered the enchantment Hermione had once told him so the stairs wouldn't turn into a slide. He walked up to her open door and was just about to call her name when he heard his girlfriend talking. He stood behind the open door, listening.
"Look at you! You have to the nerve to try and steal my Won-Won!" he heard Lavender say. "You...you're a bitch, Hermione Granger! An ugly, know-it-all bitch!"
Ron's face grew red with anger and he slowly stepped from behind the door and into the entrance. Hermione saw Ron standing there, only three feet behind his girlfriend, who was continuing to yell at her.
"Lavender –," Hermione started.
"Lavender – Ron is behind – ."
"You look like a slut, you know that? You think that pulling that ugly frizzy hair of yours back and putting on jewelry will make you pretty? No, Hermione, it just makes you look like a slut. You had better stay away from Ron or I swear to God I will...I will..."
"Lavender! Ron is – ."
"DON'T talk about my Ron!" exclaimed Lavender. "Just don't! I don't ever want to see you talking or even looking at him again or you will regret it! Just remember, no boy will ever like you, Hermione. The only reason Viktor Krum took you to the Yule Ball is because he probably wanted to get information about Harry Potter from you. The only reason Cormac McLaggen took any interest in you is that he thought he could get in your knickers easily. And the only reason that Harry Potter or Ron ever hang out with you is because you help them with their homework! You're not pretty and nobody will ever think you are – ."
"I do," Ron spoke softly.
Lavender stopped her ranting. She turned in horror to look at Ron, standing mere feet away from her.
"I think Hermione is pretty," he said.
"Oh, Won-Won, I – ."
"I'm not your 'Won-Won', Lavender. Not anymore."
Hermione was still sitting on the bed, her brown eyes darting back to Ron and Lavender.
"Ron...I – this isn't what it looks like..." said Lavender.
"No, it is exactly what it looks like. We're over, Lavender."
"What – what did you say?"
"We're over. I'm not your boyfriend anymore. Now get the hell out," Ron finished.
Lavender stood there between Ron and Hermione, looking bewildered and on the verge of tears, softly muttering "But...but..." under her breath. Ron decided to ignore her. He looked at Hermione.
"Hermione..." he began. "I'm in love with you. I've loved you for so long now. And I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it. Will you please, please be my girlfriend?"
"Yes!" she said, jumping to her feet.
Hermione ran up to him, pushing Lavender aside. She flung her arms around Ron's thick neck and kissed him passionately, their tongues meeting in a slow, arousing waltz.
Lavender gasped, angry tears now flowing down her red face, and she ran from the room.
Hermione pushed Ron onto her bed, her lips still locked with his. She grabbed her wand and waved it at the door to the dormitory. It closed and locked with a click.
"Fuck, Ron, I love you," she said as she kissed Ron again, her hands tangled in his longish ginger hair.
"I love you too, 'Mione," he replied, breathing huskily. "I'm so sorry I went with her...you should have been my first kiss."
"I know, Ron, I know, it's okay," said Hermione as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. They had only been together for mere minutes but she already knew she wanted him. She was growing wet just looking at him.
She completely unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and was now staring at his bare chest. He was muscular, with erect nipples, and some light scars on his arm from where the brains had attacked him.
Hermione was on top of him and Ron felt a twitch in his trousers. She was so bloody gorgeous, he wanted to wank off while thinking of her at that very moment.
"Hermione...I..." he started awkwardly.
"Ron, I know we've only been together for five minutes, but I want you, I need you."
Ron nodded, pulling her into a kiss. He slipped his hand under her shirt and felt under her bra strap. Slowly, he lifted her shirt over her head and stared at her chest, still concealed by a black, silky bra.
Hermione reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and slid it off, exposing her delicious milky white orbs to Ron at last. He cupped them in his large hands, kneading them, and giving the light pink nipples a pinch. Hermione groaned.
She unzipped his jeans ans pulled them down, revealing a red pair of boxers. She smiled devilishly as she ran a finger over the bulge. Then she eagerly slipped his boxers down, revealing Ron's long, thick, and fully erect manhood. She gasped at the sight of it.
"Oh, Hermione," Ron whispered, wincing as the cold air hit his now naked body. "Take these off," he added, pulling at her jeans.
Hermione quickly pulled her pants and knickers off her body, throwing them in the pile of clothing on the floor.
Ron flipped them over, so he was now on top of her, staring down at her naked body.
"Wait," said Hermione, grabbing her wand.
She muttered several spells for protection, then placed her wand on the table. She was ready.
"Please, Ron," she gasped, holding tightly onto a chunk of Ron's ginger hair. "I need you."
"Tell me what you need, Hermione," Ron said huskily into her ear, his member painfully hard.
Hermione smiled as she slowly moved her womanhood up and down Ron's thigh, creating a delicious friction.
"Hermione," moaned Ron as he felt her juices on his thigh. "Please tell me what you need. I need to hear you say it."
"I need you to fuck me, Ron," she said, looking into his handsome blue eyes. "I need that big magic wand of yours in my chamber of secrets." She laughed lightly as spread her legs, ready for pain that she knew was about to come.
Ron grinned widely as he slowly slid into her, gasping as her warm, wetness closed around his erect member. He looked up at her, her expression was filled with pain. She was biting her lip, her face was red, and a small tear had formed in her eye.
He hated to see her in pain, especially if it was because of him. But he was determined to make it better.
"I'm sorry," he said as he kissed her neck. He sucked on it lightly, leaving a dark mark.
"Don't be," she said as she shifted underneath his weight. "It's supposed to hurt the first time. It will get better. Just...wait."
"Am I too heavy?" he asked.
"No. I like to feel your weight pressing into me."
"Okay, but if I start to hurt you too much, or if you want me to stop at any time, just tell me."
"You can start now," she said after a few minutes.
Ron kissed her once more on the lips as he moved inside her. She whimpered as the pain started to ease and the whole feeling of Ron being inside her was becoming more pleasurable. She moaned and pulled at his ginger locks.
"I love you," Ron moaned into her ear as he slowly thrusted in and out of her tightness.
"I love you, Ron. For so long," said Hermione, arching slightly beneath him. "Harder."
Ron pounded into her harder, he felt his orgasm reaching and prayed he would be able to finish her off first. He moved his head down to her large breast and gently bit down on the nipple, before putting all of the flesh in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her rosy nipple, feeling it turn into a pebble underneath his tongue. She moaned, knowing she was close.
He repeated the same act on her other breast. Hermione ran her small hands over his arms, slowly tracing the scars.
Finally, just when Ron thought he could hold out no longer, he felt Hermione spasm softly around him and he let go, spilling his seed inside her. The two moaned the others name and Ron collapsed beside her, his arm resting across her plump breasts.
Their breathing was heavy, their naked bodies were covered with sweat, their hair was wild and plastered to some parts of their forehead, and a wide, content smile appeared on both of their faces.
"Did you enjoy that?" Ron asked. He didn't know why, but something inside him told him that her orgasm wasn't nearly as good as his own.
"Yes, so much," breathed Hermione.
"I can't believe I got you there the first time."
"Yeah...you did," said Hermione quietly.
"I know it wasn't that good of an orgasm, though, was it?"
Hermione didn't say anything for a moment. She sighed deeply.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that we are together now." She smiled and looked at him. "And we have loads of time to improve our love making."
"That's true," said Ron, pulling her into a passionate kiss. He looked over her beautiful naked body. "You're so much better than Lavender."
"And you're so much better than Viktor Krum or Cormac McLaggen."
Ron blushed, his face turning almost as red as his hair.
"No, I'm not," he said, looking down at the pillow. "Both of those guys are better looking than me. And Krum is famous."
"Krum may be famous, but neither of those guys are better than my Ronnie," she said, kissing the tip of his long nose.
"Ronnie?" he laughed.
"Or would you prefer I call you 'Won-Won'?"
"No, Ronnie is fine."
"Well..." Hermione said, unsure of what to talk about next. "Do you...want to go back to the common room?"
"Let's not. Knowing Lavender, she's probably down there right now telling all her friends what happened."
"You look really pretty like this..." Ron said, stroking some of her messy hair.
"Well," said Hermione, sitting up in the bed suddenly, "despite the fact that Lavender might be down there, I think we should be going down to the common room. Dinner will be starting soon and Harry and Ginny will be waiting for us."
"Fine," Ron said, getting up and starting to dress. "You think they'll be surprised when they find out we're together?"
"No, actually I think they will be relieved that we admitted our feelings. Ginny told me that it was obvious we were in love."
"Really? She said that?"
"Yeah," said Hermione, now completely dressed and waiting for Ron to finish.
The red head finished tying his shoelaces and looked up at her.
"Ready?" he asked.
Ron held out his hand to Hermione and she grasped it, stroking his thumb affectionately. The two left the room and descended the stairs into the common room. To their immense relief, everything in the room was calm and Lavender Brown was nowhere to be seen. Ginny and Harry were sitting in a corner, and Ginny waved them over once she spotted them.
Ron and Hermione walked, hand in hand, across the common room. Several of their fellow Gryffindors looked at them as they passed and a few even smiled in approval.
"So," said Ginny, once Ron and Hermione had made it over to them. She looked at their intertwined hands. "Does this mean what I think it means?"
"Yes," Ron said, blushing and smiling.
"Thank God, mate," said Harry. "It's about bloody time."
"Where's Lavender?" Hermione asked quietly.
Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance before Ginny spoke.
"Well," she said. "She came running down the stairs crying and then left the common room. Parvati followed her. Then Pavarti came back a few minutes later saying Lavender was in the bathroom and just wanted some time alone."
"Oh," said Hermione. "I feel so bad."
"Don't be," said Ron, raising her hand to his lips and kissing it lightly. "After what she said to you she deserves it."
Hermione smiled at him. As the four left the Gryffindor common room, Hermione let go of Ron's hand so she could talk quietly to Ginny.
"So our plan worked then?" said Ginny, pushing some of her long rose red hair out of her face.
"Yes, it did," said Hermione, beaming. They entered the Great Hall. "I really managed to get Ron's attention."