Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Never have. Never will.
This oneshot was written by request for LovelyKiss606. I really enjoyed writing this smutty little story, and I hope you like how I wrote it.
Just Loosening Up
a Harry Potter fan fiction
Hermione Granger had never been much of a party person. In her past she would occasionally be present at small celebrations or gatherings, but, in truth, she never cared for parties (especially parties where alcohol was sure to be present). She disliked being drunk or being around other persons who were drunk. Not to mention that parties made her hilariously tense, almost to the point where her entire body would be covered in sweat.
So, it was with great reluctance that Hermione accepted the invitation to the party that her best friends Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were throwing at their flat. At first she had politely declined, stating that she had some work-related paperwork to catch up on, but, after much pestering, she finally gave in.
The young woman knocked on the door to Harry and Ginny's flat at exactly ten o'clock. She felt very uncomfortable in the skin-tight red dress Ginny had insisted that she wear, along with a pair of black heels. Hermione had modified the outfit to seem less revealing by adding a black mini jacket. She had magically straightened her hair for the occasion, which she now had pulled back in a sleek ponytail.
Harry opened the door, an ear-to-ear grin appearing on his face at the sight of her.
"Glad you could make it," he said, opening the door wider to allow her entrance. He had to raise his voice to be heard over the upbeat music blasting throughout the flat.
"I didn't really have a choice," Hermione said, walking in. She observed the crowded flat. The party was in full swing. Familiar and unfamiliar faces flooded the house, each of them either holding a drink, talking loudly to a friend, or dancing suggestively with someone of the opposite (or, in some cases, the same) sex.
She began to rub her arm awkwardly and shake as if she were cold. She bit down on her lip and looked for an escape. Noticing her nervous actions, Harry chuckled.
"It's a party," he said, patting her on the back. "Have fun. Look, there's Ron." He motioned to a corner of the room, where Ronald Weasley was having a conversation with Dean Thomas. Once he spotted them, he excused himself from Dean and came over.
"Hey," he said, giving Hermione a brief hug. "So, you came, eh?"
"Obviously..." Hermione said, taking deep breaths. She had no idea what it was about this environment that made her so nervous. She was Hermione Granger, damn it! The young woman who held a major role in killing Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard to roam the Earth. She had accomplished so much in her short life and was probably one of the most respected people in the wizarding community, and yet she was afraid of a little social gathering?
"I'll leave you two alone," Harry said, and then departed into the crowd.
Ron looked her up and down. "You look nice."
"T-Thank you," she stuttered.
Ron let out a howl of laughter. "Why so nervous? It's just a party!"
"Exactly. I don't like parties."
She shrugged. "It's just never been my thing."
"Well, I know something that could help with that," he said. He turned to the table behind him and produced two unopened beer bottles, handing one to her.
"No, thank you," Hermione said, shoving the alcoholic beverage back into her friend's hands.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Hermione, you need to learn to loosen up."
"I think I'm loose enough, thank you very much."
"Come to think of it," the redhead said, popping open his own beer and taking a generous swig, "I don't think I've ever seen you drink."
"I've had enough to know that I don't like it."
"I'm telling you, 'Mione," Ron said, wrapping his arm around her slender shoulders. "You need to let loose, have some drinks, have fun...even if it's just for one night. Or, better yet, you need to get laid." He wriggled his eyebrows at her. "Cormac McLaggen is looking at you."
Hermione playfully punched Ron on the arm. He winced in slight discomfort.
"I was just kidding."
Just then, a very drunk Parvati Patil toppled over a table, luckily not breaking it in the process. She burst into a fit of giggles while Padma Patil and Lavender Brown helped her up. The rest of the crowd laughed along with her.
"See that Hermione," Ron said, motioning to the scene before them. "She knows how to have fun."
"No," Hermione replied sternly, removing Ron's arms from around her shoulders. "She knows how to get so drunk to the point where she's toppling over things!"
Once again, Ron rolled his eyes.
The next hour or so was pure hell for Hermione. She tried not to look awkward, but failed miserably by hiding in the corners of the spacious flat. People admired and complimented her outfit, to which she murmured a small "Thank you.". Several men asked her to dance, including Cormac McLaggen, to which she had politely declined. Ron stood by her side all night, feeling almost sorry that she was so uncomfortable. He still attempted to get her to loosen up by offering her drinks now and then, but to no avail.
He sighed. "'Mione, if you keep this up, you're gonna die young from lack of fun."
Rage bubbled within her. How dare he say such a thing! She didn't respond verbally, but instead ground her teeth together angrily. Her face flushed with a cherry red hue.
"I'm going to use the loo," Ron said, clearly not noticing her sudden change in emotion. "Think you can handle yourself for five minutes?"
"Of course," she replied stiffly.
Ron nodded at her and disappeared down the hall, an amused smirk on his freckled features. That was the last straw for Hermione. Ron wanted to see her loosen up? Well, that was exactly what he would see.
Ron ended up taking longer than five minutes. First, he had to wait in a line to use the water closet. Then, after he had spent a short three minutes doing his business and washing his hands, he left the bathroom to see Seamus Finnigan, an old Gryffindor friend whom he hadn't spoken to in at least a year. They began a long discussion about the newest Quiddtich games and such, causing Ron to become completely distracted.
Finally, after at least a half hour, he excused himself from Seamus and went looking for her. He didn't have to look long. Hermione was in the middle of the living room, dancing wildly with Cormac McLaggen, a half empty bottle of beer in her dainty, well-manicured hands. Hermione was doing most of the moving, while Cormac stood there with a stunned expression. A small audience had formed around the two, cheering them on and repeatedly chanting Hermione's name.
Ron felt a strange feeling bubble within him. Was it...jealousy? It couldn't be. Hermione was his best friend; she had always been. Still, as he gazed at the couple, he couldn't deny that he disliked the way Cormac was examining her curvy frame.
"Ron!" Hermione said, spotting him. She pranced away from Cormac and the cheering crowd, approaching him.
"Um...hi," he said, studying her expression. "What...um...what is this?"
"This is me loosening up," Hermione responded, taking a swig of her drink.
"How many have you had?" Ron said, fearing to know the number.
"Er...I don't know." She studied him for a moment. "Did I tell you that you look really good tonight?"
"Er, thanks. You too."
"Why don't you come with me?" she said, grabbing his limb with her free hand.
"Oh, I just wanna talk to you."
In a matter of seconds, Hermione had pulled Ron into an empty bedroom and locked the door. She made Ron sit on the bed, where she took a seat next to him.
"So...what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Oh...I just think that you look very nice tonight, Ron." She ran a hand through his thick ginger locks. Ron felt the blood rush to his cheeks. Hermione flicked her tongue across her beer bottle.
It was quite suddenly that Hermione firmly grasped the back of Ron's head, and crashed her lips against his own. It was a shocking, yet pleasant, surprise. Ron moaned against her lips, deepening the kiss. Hermione parted her lips and flicked her tongue against his plump, bottom lip. Ron eagerly accepted her silent request, opening his mouth and allowing their tongues to clash in an arousing tango.
It all seemed to happen so fast, as if by magic. Hermione broke the kiss in order to stand up and strip from her clothing. Ron gasped as her bare body came into view. Every inch of her thin frame was begging to be licked, caressed, and kissed, especially her milky, full breasts with rosy, erect nipples, her flat stomach, her thick, creamy thighs...and finally her shaved womanhood. Her lips were glistening with wetness.
She collapsed on the bed, beer bottle still in hand. She stared at him, her chocolate brown eyes burning with desire and passion.
"Do you want me?" she said seductively. Ron gulped and nodded.
She spread her legs, allowing him a better view of her aroused womanhood. Ron shifted uncomfortably on the bed, feeling his body react to the sight of her.
Then she did what was most likely the sexiest thing Ron had ever seen a woman do. She moved the beer bottle from her mouth down to her womanhood, where she slowly parted her lips and teased herself with the tip of the beer bottle. She threw her head back against a pillow in pleasure. She released a loud groan that sent chills down Ron's spine.
Hermione panted in ecstasy as she began moving the bottle within her, coating it with her juices. She moved her free hand down to her clitoris, where she pinched and massaged the sensitive nub. Ron just stared at the arousing scene before him, lost in thought about what he wanted to do to this incredibly sexy young woman. His blue eyes remained wide.
After a few more moments of gentle thrusting, Hermione brought the bottle from her womanhood and brought it to her mouth once more. She sucked on the bottle, moaning at the taste of her own juices. Bringing the bottle down to her pussy again, she poured some of the beer onto her puffy, hairless lips.
"Hmm," she moaned, licking the corners of her mouth, "You want a taste?"
"Hell yes," Ron replied eagerly. He brought his head down to Hermione's glistening womanhood. He inhaled deeply. Her scent was delightfully musky, with a pleasant, floral undertone. Ron flicked his tongue across her bare lips, faintly tasting the beer along with her juices.
Ron parted her lips with his index finger and pressed against her swollen clitoris. She shuddered in pleasure and rocked against his hand. Ron brought his tongue to the warm, pink flesh that was her pussy and grazed his tongue along it, moaning at the pleasurable warmth she emitted.
"Fuck," she murmured, grabbing onto his ginger hair. She pushed his face forward.
Ron did not protest, but instead dug in to the banquet she was offering. Her walls were deliciously tight and moist around his eager tongue. He proceeded to dart in and out of her hot entrance. He skillfully lapped up her juices, savoring each drop of the intoxicating, sweet liquid.
Hermione slowly rocked her womanhood against Ron's face. She was grateful that he had a long nose, for it bumped into her aroused nub with every movement. She tugged at his fiery red locks while panting his name quietly.
His lips latched onto her clitoris, where he began to suck on the sensitive flesh passionately. His teeth grazed across the nub, and she cried out in pleasure. He didn't bite hard enough to hurt her, but enough to provide her with immense, overwhelming pleasure.
With a final thrust against his face, the young woman came with a yelp of Ron's name. Her orgasm caused her slim, lithe frame to shudder in ecstasy. She squirted onto Ron's face, coating him with her sweet juices. He slurped up the juices from her spasming walls gratefully, even going back to clean up any excess.
Hermione allowed the last waves of her climax to subside before she attempted to move. She pulled Ron up on the bed to lay next to her. Their lips made brief contact, and Hermione loved that the taste of her juices was still present on his lips, along with the faint taste of beer.
"Well," Ron said with a conclusive tone. "That was some party favor."
They spent a few minutes cleaning up before leaving the bedroom. They decided to exit the room a few minutes apart so guests wouldn't get suspicious. But, when they did, they found that the party had dwindled to a close. The only guests left were Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood, both of whom insisted that they stay behind to help Harry and Ginny with the mess. Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances. They hadn't realized they had been gone so long.
"There you two are!" Ginny exclaimed, once Ron and Hermione entered the living room. "For a moment we thought you two left without a goodbye."
"No," Ron began with a shrug, "We were just...er..." he looked at Hermione. How could they explain their prolonged absence from the party without admitting that they were in the bedroom crossing the lines of friendship?
Luckily, Harry entered the room at that moment with a garbage bag in one hand, his wand in the other. "Great, more people to help with this mess."
"No problem, mate," Ron said, and immediately took his wand from his trousers. He charmed some discarded bottles to throw themselves away.
Hermione, whose head was still swimming from her excessive drinking, nodded and began helping Luna straighten out the furniture.
The rest of the night continued as such. Hermione and Ron helped the others restore the flat to its orderly state, each of them avoiding the subject of their absence. It wasn't until nearly two in the morning that Hermione and Ron said goodbye to the others.
"Can I ask you something?" Ron asked once they were alone.
"I don't know, can you?" Hermione joked.
Ron rolled his eyes. "May I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Ron."
The redhead smirked. "I was just wondering...what the bloody hell caused you to...you know...with me?"
Hermione smiled up at her friend before replying, "I was just loosening up."