Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Never have. Never will.
Warning: If you don't like the idea of Ron and Hermione making love right after they get together, do not read this story.
This oneshot was written by request for allthingsmagical. I loved your idea, as always, and greatly enjoyed creating a story out of it.
Confessions To Harry
a Harry Potter fan fiction
Harry Potter looked down at the contents of his cauldron with a disgruntled expression. At this point, his healing potion was supposed to be light blue and bubbling. Instead, it was a bright shade of purple and hissing at him almost angrily.
When he looked up and saw Professor Snape standing before him, he knew it was too late to ask Hermione for help.
Snape pointed his wand at Harry's cauldron. "Evanesco," he muttered, making the contents of Harry's cauldron disappear.
"Another rotten potion, Potter," Snape said, sounding like he was thoroughly enjoying making Harry feel and look like a fool in front of his classmates. "That's the third time this week."
"I know, sir," said Harry through gritted teeth, trying hard to sound polite.
"But, sir!" Harry started, "I need to be at Quidditch practice tonight."
"I'm sure your teammates can survive one practice without you."
"But the first game of the season is next week, so everyone needs to practice as much as possible. Please, sir, every moment of practice is crucial." Harry hoped he sounded convincing.
"No exceptions, Potter. Come here immediately after dinner. For every minute you are late I will deduct five house points from Gryffindor."
Harry locked eyes with his least favorite teacher. The hatred showed quite clearly in his emerald eyes. He had no choice but to sigh and nod.
Snape smirked at Harry's obvious discontent and walked away. Ronald Weasley, who had been sitting on one side of Harry, gave him a pat on the back.
"Could be worse," Ron said. "He could have banned you from Quidditch until you get your grade up."
"I guess so," he said with a heavy sigh, his eyes wandering to Snape's desk. His least favorite teacher sat there, grading papers as the class began to pack up. Harry noticed a cauldron sitting on his desk and stared at it, curious as to what the substance inside it was.
Snape suddenly jerked his head up and locked eyes with Harry.
"Staring at something, Potter?" he asked.
"Um..." Harry began awkwardly, feeling every head in the classroom turn to look at him, "I was just wondering what's in your cauldron, sir."
"Polyjuice Potion," Snape replied. "It's for a demonstration I plan to show to one of my other classes."
"Oh," said Harry, looking into his lap.
At that moment the bell rung, and the students swiftly left the dungeon classroom.
"I'm gonna try to talk Snape out of detention," Harry whispered to his two friends as he stood up.
"Harry, he already said there was no way out of it," said Hermione, hanging her book bag over her shoulder. "You would just be wasting your time."
"Don't be so negative, Hermione," said Ron, glancing over at her with narrowed eyes.
"It can't hurt to try, can it?" said Harry.
"Right, mate," said Ron. "You want us to wait outside the door for you?"
"No, you and Hermione can head up to the common room. I'll catch up with you two later."
Ron and Hermione left Harry alone with Snape and headed back up to the common room for their free period before dinner.
Ron sat on the large couch in front of the crackling fire, attempting to get started on his Charms essay. His blue eyes kept drifting back to Hermione, who was sitting right next to him. She was already several paragraphs into her essay. Ron envied her small, neat, and elegant handwriting as he glanced down at his own large, sloppy scrawl.
"Hermione...um..." he started.
"Need some help?" she offered.
"Well...no...not this time," he said.
Hermione looked thoroughly surprised. "Then what is it?"
He looked into her coffee brown eyes, feeling mesmerized. He felt a sudden sense of courage erupt from his heart. Now was the time to tell her how he felt...
"I want to tell you something..."
It was at that moment that Harry stormed through the portrait hole, cutting Ron off.
"What an arse!" Harry exclaimed.
Hermione dropped her quill at Harry's outburst. Ron nearly lunged to get it from the floor. Sadly, Hermione made the same move, and the two bumped heads with a loud thunk.
Ron's hand found the quill before she did, and he looked up at her apologetically.
"Sorry," he said, handing the quill back to her.
She rubbed the side of her head briefly before accepting it. "It's okay, Ron."
The two teenagers shared an intense stare, completely forgetting about Harry standing before them. He tapped his foot impatiently.
"Are you two done?" he asked.
They turned away from each other with red faces.
"So you didn't convince Snape?" Hermione asked.
"Of course I didn't," Harry said, flopping down in the armchair and placing his bag on the floor with unnecessary gentleness. "You were right Hermione, I was just wasting my time. Doesn't he understand how important it is that I attend this practice? I swear, if it weren't against the rules to hex teachers I would –."
"Harry!" said Hermione. "Don't say such a thing!"
"Sorry," he said with a shrug.
There was a moment of silence before Hermione spoke again.
"I guess we should head down to dinner now." She stood up and stretched. "I'm going to go put my things up. I'll be back down in a minute."
"All right," said Ron and Harry together.
Hermione stuffed her parchment and quill back in her bag before trotting upstairs with it on her shoulder.
"Ron," said Harry the second she was out of sight. "I need to tell you something. Well, ask you something. I couldn't say it in front of Hermione."
"What is it?"
"Look...I was wondering if...you would serve my detention for me?"
Ron's eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. "Er...that's a good idea mate. But we look nothing alike and Snape isn't stupid."
"Yeah, we don't look anything alike...now."
"What are you getting at?"
"Well," he leaned closer to make sure that none of the other lingering students in the common room could hear. "Remember the Polyjuice Potion in the cauldron on Snape's desk? I...took some of it."
"What?" said Ron, not believing his ears. "Harry, that's very...bold of you. How did you get it?"
"I was talking to Snape when out of nowhere there's a little first year screaming his head off in the hall. Apparently some older boys were tormenting him. So Snape left for a moment to fix the problem...and I just seized the opportunity. I grabbed a jar and ladle from the cabinets and poured some. I didn't take enough for him to notice, but enough to work. It's in my bag now," he paused, motioning to his bag on the floor. "I just acted angry when I came in so Hermione wouldn't get suspicious. She can't know about this, we both know how she would respond. Will you do it Ron? Please?"
"I guess so."
"Thanks, mate! After dinner we can go to the bathroom, I'll put my hair in, and you can drink it. Then I'll go to my Quidditch practice, and you go to detention."
"Okay," said Ron, nodding his head.
"Thanks again, Ron. I owe you."
"Owe him what?" came Hermione's voice.
The two boys turned quickly to look at her as she walked down the last few steps.
"Oh – nothing," Harry recovered. "Shall we go to dinner, then?"
Dinner seemed to go by quicker than usual, but it was delicious all the same. Ron was a bit disappointed in himself for not telling Hermione how he felt when he had the chance. The courage that he had felt then was gone. Now he was afraid that if he confessed his love for her she would just laugh.
He knew he wasn't good enough for her.
He stole glances at her from across the table as she ate. The way she moaned and licked her lips slowly after taking a bite of chicken made Ron shift uncomfortably in his seat.
After dinner ended, Harry told Hermione he was heading off to detention, while Ron told her he was going to take a bath.
"Wait Ron," Hermione said, grabbing onto his sleeve.
She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. Her face turned pink.
"Um...have a nice bath." She said awkwardly.
It was obvious she had wanted to say something different.
In only a short time later, Ron was heading down to Professor Snape's classroom. Except he didn't look like Ronald Weasley. After taking the Polyjuice Potion (which had turned a pleasant gold hue when Harry added his hair), his flaming red hair had turned jet black, his nose became shorter, his freckles disappeared, his blue eyes turned to green, and he shrunk several inches. He had used a spell to make a duplicate of Harry's glasses, which were now placed carefully on his face. Now Ron just hoped he could act enough like Harry to not make Snape suspicious.
Snape didn't say anything when he entered the classroom, he just nodded toward the desks. Ron took his place in the seat that Harry would usually sit in.
"You are ten minutes late, Potter. I told you I would deduct five points for each minute. What does that add up to?"
Ron did the math in his head and let out a loud sigh. "Fifty points...sir."
"Yes. But I'm feeling generous tonight, so I will only take away twenty-five."
"Er...thank you, sir."
"Tonight, you will be writing an essay on the healing potion you were supposed to make earlier today. Include information about the origin, the ingredients, the usage, and how to make it."
Ron sighed again as he took out a piece of parchment, his aging quill, and an ink jar.
The next forty minutes seemed like an hour to Ron, who, by this time, had only written his name, a title, and a paragraph.
Snape cleared his throat. Ron looked up.
"Let's see what you've accomplished, Potter."
Ron approached Snape's desk, holding his parchment. He handed it to Snape, who took a brief look at it before shaking his head.
"This work isn't even worth a 'T', Potter."
Ron looked at the floor, not knowing what to say.
"You may go now, Potter. It has become obvious that I am not to receive any better work from you today."
Ron nodded, packed his things away, and left the classroom without another word. The halls were mostly empty, except for a few lingering students here and there, chattering happily.
Ron checked his watch as he began to walk up the Grand Staircase, seeing that the potion should start to wear off in about fifteen minutes. He was just approaching the portrait of the Fat Lady when the portrait opened and Hermione came out.
"Oh, there you are Harry!" she said, rushing down the few stairs toward him. "I was just about to go looking for you. How was detention then?"
"Oh, it was fine," Ron replied.
"Look...I have to confess something to you."
"Should we go inside the common room first? You know, before the stairs change?"
"No. I have to tell you now, before I lose my courage."
"What is it?"
"I...I'm in love with Ron."
Ron blinked several times. He was sure that he had misheard.
"Sorry?" he said. "Didn't catch that."
"I'm in love. With Ron."
"Yes, I've loved him for a long time. Ginny told me it was obvious," she said, blushing.
"Well, erm," said Ron, scratching his jet black hair – Harry's hair. "That's...good."
He was struggling to find the right words, words that wouldn't give away the fact that he wasn't Harry. His heart was beating fast and he felt an overwhelming sense of joy. Hermione Granger had just confessed that she was in love with him.
"Will you help me?" she asked, snapping him out of thought.
"W-what?" he stumbled.
"Will you help me, Harry? With Ron, I mean? Do you think you could talk to him for me and, you know...see how he feels?"
Ron was so tempted to admit that he wasn't Harry at that moment. But the words wouldn't come out right.
"Um...yeah. I'll do it tomorrow."
Hermione pounced on him, pulling him into a rib-crushing hug. Her arms were wrapped tightly around neck, and the scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils. He placed his own arms around her waist, holding onto her as if life depended on it.
"I love you," he said into her hair.
"What?" she said, looking up at him.
"Oh, nothing," he said, breaking the hug. "So, I'll talk to Ron tomorrow then. But...Hermione?"
"I'm sure that Ron returns your feelings."
She gave him a weak smile and the two went through the portrait hole.
Ron awoke the next morning, Friday, in his own body. The events of last night were still fresh in his mind, he had even dreamed about it. He looked over at Harry's bed to find it empty.
After quickly washing and dressing, Ron hurried downstairs. To his relief, Hermione was not up yet. He needed to be alone when he talked to Harry.
Harry was sitting on the couch, cleaning his glasses with his shirt.
"Hello," Harry said once Ron had sat next to him.
"How was Quidditch practice last night?"
"Great. I think Gryffindor is easily going to win this match, definitely. How was detention?"
"Fine, I suppose."
"Thanks again, Ron."
"No problem. Listen, I have to talk to you about something. Last night, I was heading back up to the common room after detention, and Hermione came running up to me. I still looked like you, and she told me..." he trailed off, grinning widely at the thought.
"She told you what?"
"She confessed that...she's in love with me."
Harry's emerald eyes widened, and he smiled warmly at his best friend.
"Good job, mate! I knew it was only a matter of time until one of you finally came out with it."
"But there's a problem."
"Well, it's just a small little complication really. See, she sorta asked me, well she asked you, if you would talk to me for her."
"To figure out if I felt the same way about her. So, if she comes down and asks you if you've talked to me yet, just pretend like it was really you she was talking to last night."
Harry simply nodded slowly, taking in all the information Ron had just spewed out.
"So, I'll tell her that you are madly in love with her, you two will finally get together, and everything will be good?"
"Not quite. I want to be the one who tells her how I feel. Here, give this to her." Ron produced a folded up piece of parchment from the pocket of his robes. He handed it to Harry.
"What does it say?" Harry said, about to unfold it.
Ron snatched his hand away. "It's for Hermione!"
Harry rolled his eyes but continued to smile as he carefully placed the note in his own pocket. "All right Romeo, I'll give it to her."
Hermione came downstairs a few minutes later and the trio headed down to the Great Hall.
Breakfast passed uneventfully. It wasn't until after breakfast, and the trio were heading to their first class of the day, that Hermione grabbed onto Harry's sleeve.
"Walk slower," she whispered. "I want to talk to you."
Ron, who had started a conversation with Seamus Finnigan, looked behind him and nodded toward his male friend in approval. Harry and Hermione slowed their steps, allowing Ron to get out of earshot.
"So? Did you talk to him?" she asked. She had a look of eagerness on her face that Harry had only seen on her when a new book was coming out.
"Yeah, and he wants me to give this to you." Harry pulled the note from his pocket, and handed it to her. "Apparently it's for your eyes only. He didn't even want me to read it."
"Oh, thank you Harry," she beamed at him as they walked into their class.
Hermione opened the note to read it at her first chance. She darted her eyes up, making sure that the Professor wasn't looking, and unfolded the paper in her lap. Her head turned slightly to look at Ron, who was sitting on the other side of the room with Harry, looking quite bored and close to falling asleep. She chuckled softly at the sight.
Looking back at the note, she read:
Meet me in the common room at midnight.
It was such a short sentence, but it held so much promise, something to look forward to. Hermione put the note back in her pocket and stole another glance at Ron.
She was ready for whatever was to come.
At eleven fifty five that night, Hermione checked herself in the mirror, making sure that she looked her best. Then, she sprayed on some of the perfume that Ron had given her for Christmas in their fifth year.
Making sure she didn't wake any of her sleeping roommates, Hermione walked down the stairs and peeped into the common room. The crackling fire was the only thing providing light for the room. It was empty, except for Ron, who was was looking quite comfortable on the couch, waiting for her.
"Hi," she breathed.
Ron turned to look at her and smiled his goofy grin. "Come sit," he said.
Hermione took a seat next to him, feeling her heart beat rapidly. Just being near Ron made her experience feelings she had never felt before.
"Harry gave you my note?" he asked.
She smiled. "Obviously," she said with a shrug.
His next act surprised Hermione immensely. Ron placed his long arms around her shoulders and pulled her into the most breathtaking kiss she had ever experienced. His hands tangled in her bushy chestnut hair, rubbing her neck and scalp. His long nose pressed against her face.
Hermione was the first to introduce her tongue to the picture. She licked the outside of his lips, requesting entrance. Ron parted his lips, allowing her access. She used her tongue to gently rub the insides of his moist cheeks, loving the taste and the warmth of his mouth. Ron's tongue wrapped around hers, and the two began a lusty waltz, each wanting dominance.
Hermione gently pushed Ron back on the couch, so she was now on top of him. Ron's hands moved from her head and began roaming down to her back and legs. Hermione moaned into his mouth, feeling herself become wet.
Finally, when air became a need, they broke apart. Hermione was still on top of Ron's long frame. Their lips were red and swollen from the snogging.
"Well," Hermione said, "That was some first kiss."
"I love you," he breathed in response. He couldn't hold back the words anymore.
"Oh Ron, I love you too."
Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her into another kiss. This time, Hermione slowly ground her lower half against his thigh. Her arousal had definitely soaked her panties by now. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach, and she smiled. Her hand reached down to slowly rub him through his clothes.
"Oh," he said, breaking the kiss. "Shit. I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about. I like it."
"Hermione...are we...you know, together now? Is it official?"
"Of course, Ron."
"Great...you smell good. Is that the perfume I got you?"
"Yeah, I'm glad you noticed," she said. She leaned down to whisper the next part into his ear, "I'm so wet right now."
Ron gulped. "Really?"
"Yes. You have no idea what you do to me."
Hermione nibbled at his ear lobe, sending a shiver down Ron's spine.
"Don't do that," he groaned.
"'Cause it's making me...hard."
"Ron," she said, locking eyes with him. "I've been in love with you for so long, and I can't fight these feelings anymore. I want to...you know..."
Ron mouthed the words "make love", causing Hermione to giggle lightly. She nodded her head.
"I do too, Hermione," he said, his blue eyes wide with emotion. "But...are you sure you want to? Because I could never...force you to do something that you didn't want to..."
She silenced him with a short kiss before he started to ramble. She bit down lightly on his bottom lip.
"Make love to me, Ron."
It was amazing how fast the two could get undressed when they were horny. Hermione put up several enchantments around the common room to ensure, should anyone come down, that they would not be able to hear or see them. She also applied a few spells for protection from pregnancy. They could think about kids once they were married and out of school.
They both stood facing each other now, their clothes scattered along the floor carelessly. Both were stark naked.
Hermione admired Ron's Quidditch toned body with a sexy smirk on her pretty face. His cock grabbed most of her attention though. It was fully erect with a slight curve near the end. He was so wonderfully thick and long, Hermione wondered if he would even fit. The thought of the pain that was inevitably to come made her slightly nervous. But as long as she was going to experience this with Ron, the love of her life, she would be all right.
It was the first time Ron had ever seen any woman naked. He looked her up and down. She had curves in just the right places. Her breasts were plump, with rosy nipples that were erect with arousal.
"Am I allowed to feel them?" he asked, almost shyly.
Hermione laughed and grabbed his hands, placing them on her breasts. She moaned gently at the contact.
Ron squeezed the flesh, loving how they fit perfectly in his hands. He moved closer to her, licking his lips. Moving his head down, he took the left breast in his mouth. Hermione grasped the back of his head, a deep groan of approval spilling from her mouth.
Ron moved his inexperienced mouth up and down over the flesh, stopping to bite on her already hardened nipple.
His left hand fondled with her other breast, while his right hand roamed other parts of her body, including her flat, freckled stomach, her perfectly round bum, and finally, the hairless, wet patch of pink flesh in between her legs.
He used his index finger to part her slick folds, immediately coating his finger with her juices. He teased her swollen clitoris, loving the feeling of her wet pussy in his hand. Hermione was already rocking against his hand, desperate for friction.
Ron moved his mouth to her right breast, giving it the same attention that he did to the left one. He worshiped her.
"Oh, Ron," Hermione said, feeling as though she would lose her balance. "I can't wait anymore. Inside me. Now."
Ron obeyed, picking her up gingerly and placing her on the couch. She pulled him on top of her.
"Are you all right?" he asked nervously. "Am I too heavy? I don't want to crush you.
"No, Ron, it's fine," she said, spreading her legs. She could feel his tip pressing into her core.
"Hermione...are you sure?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, almost annoyed. "I'm sure, Ron."
"Have you ever...before?"
"No, Ron. You are going to be my first and hopefully my only."
"I haven't done it before either."
He looked down at her one last time before he started. She looked so beautiful in her nakedness, so pure, and strangely innocent. He almost felt like he shouldn't deflower her...or, at least, not like this. On a couch in the common room. He almost felt guilty.
"This setting isn't very romantic, is it?" he said.
"What are you talking about? Of course it is." She beamed at him. "As long as I'm with you."
"Ready?" he asked.
"As I'll ever be."
He slid into her, and she immediately felt a searing pain overcome her. She winced in discomfort and let out a small moan.
Ron frowned into her neck. "I'm so sorry," he said as she let out another moan of pain. "Do you want me to pull out?"
"No! No," she said, shifting underneath him. "I'll be fine, Ron."
It was hard to wait for her. Her warm walls enveloped his erection in a delicious tunnel of pleasure. It took all his strength not to release on the spot. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, she rubbed his back and told him to start moving.
Ron began to move in and out of her slowly, with no particular rhythm. He just wanted to cause her as least pain as possible.
It didn't take long for the pain to be replaced with pleasure. She grabbed at his back, digging deep with her fingernails. She wrapped her legs around his waist and nipped at his neck as he continued to thrust in and out of her pussy, hitting her clitoris with every movement.
"Merlin," she said, throwing her head back. She felt as if she were flying, her whole body being submerged in a cloud-like substance. This man was taking her to the stars and back.
"Harder, Ron," she said. She ground against him in order to meet his thrusts. Her hands slapped against the cheeks of his bum, creating the most arousing sounds as skin met skin. She clawed at his back, leaving scratch marks that Ron would cherish simply because she made them.
"Fuck me! I'm close!" she said, and not a minute after she spoke those words, she came hardly around his long shaft. She threw her head back against the couch once more in ecstasy, his name spilling from her lips.
Her pussy was throbbing and contracting around him erratically, causing him to let go as well, releasing his seed deep inside her, filling her up with his love. He screamed her name into her sweaty neck, which still smelled faintly of the perfume.
After the last precious waves of their orgasms came and went, Ron rested his head in Hermione's cleavage. Hermione twirled some of his damp ginger hair around her finger lovingly.
Ron was the first to speak.
"I love you, Hermione Granger." He kissed her breast. "So," he kissed her collarbone, "fucking," he kissed her cheek, "much." He ended his sentence by kissing her lips.
"And I love you too, Ronald Weasley," she replied.
After a while, they heaved themselves up from the couch and redressed. Hermione kissed his red, freckled cheek.
"I guess it's a good thing that I confessed my feelings about you to Harry," she said, grinning at the memory. "If I hadn't asked him to talk to you for me, tonight might not have happened, would it?"
Ron gave a light laugh. "Probably not. Harry's a good friend."
"He is. Well, I think we should be getting up to bed."
"Goodnight," he said, puckering his lips.
Hermione gave him a final kiss before walking up the stairs to the girls' dorms. Ron just shook his head, grinning widely as she disappeared.
He would tell her that it was really him that night. Eventually.