"I think we shouldn't Luna. I mean, we're not, you know, romantic or anything," Ron mumbled, trying to find the right words. "You ought to only do that sort of thing with someone you like… romantically."
He fidgeted, scratching his head awkwardly. "It just feels… I don't know… wrong if we're just friends and all."
Luna looked up at his face, her silver eyes reminding him of puppies. "But I do like you. I don't mind doing things with you. We're just friends, so I don't think we should feel bad. Don't you like it with me?"
"I love it, of course!" Ron tried not to make her feel bad. "But, uh, you get what I'm saying, don't you? What if something goes wrong? I'm not sure you're quite getting how dangerous this could be."
"Everyone thinks I'm just a silly, strange girl," Luna murmured softly, her eyes drifting off as if following something only she could see. "I really liked it. It was fun and new, and I knew what it was. You're not a bad person for liking it too, Ron. We both did, didn't we?"
"I guess." At that point, Ron sighed and nodded. Luna was like the twins, but it still felt a little wrong since he had a positive impression of her. However, looking at her, he couldn't deny the charms and the desire. "How about I just use my hand?"
Luna tilted her head, her eyes bright and distant, then moved closer with a gentle smile. She wrapped him in a warm hug, then stepped back, her voice soft but certain. "You're pushing yourself. But if you ever change your mind, we could meet again."
Ron rubbed his face frustratingly. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it. But he simply didn't know if continuing his ways would be like cheating. He knew Amelia Bones didn't care. But he wondered if Fleur would be against it.
"Thanks for understanding, Luna."
"That's what friends do," She said with a smile that could vanquish a Dementor.
Ron nodded, "That's right. That's what friends do. Let's get back to our dorms now."
Quickly, Ron put on his clothes and left Luna near her Ravenclaw Common Room entrance before making his way to his own. By that time, the curfew was up, so it was mostly dark around. Without getting caught, he entered the Gryffindor Common Room.
Everyone's asleep?
Finding it mostly dark in the spacious Common Room, Ron decided to relax right there before heading to the room. He walked over to the couch in front of the fireplace and plopped down on it, lying straight, head on the armrest.
Amidst the soft, burning sounds from the fireplace, he fell into a sort of trance. Luna herself wanted it. No strings attached too. I'm not committed to anyone… yet. Ugh, I shouldn't try to justify it.
"Ron?"
He came out of the trance and looked. Between the fireplace and the couch stood Hermione, looking down at him. Her thin brows creased together, worry apparent on her face.
"Why are you sleeping here?" Hermione asked.
"Not sleeping. Just relaxing," Ron replied, "What about you? Still in your uniform?
"I just returned from the library. Ugh, I need some relaxing too," Hermione replied and with that, she drifted closer to Ron, lying down, nestling herself gently on his chest, her head finding a cozy spot just beneath his chin.
Ron's hands instinctively moved and landed behind her waist, near her hips. But he also froze there, torn between embracing her back or pushing her away.
Since when did she become so open about this?
"Hermione, I wanted to tell you something." Ron gulped, getting ready to tell her everything.
She didn't move an inch, keeping her ear on his chest as if listening to his heartbeat.
"You know, I—" Ron paused and took a deep breath. "This time outside. I saw—"
"I know. I'm not even gonna ask how you defeated all those Death Eaters. But maybe I can reward you for being so strong."
"Wha—"
Hermione suddenly pushed her body up, grabbed his collar, and kissed Ron on the lips. Her eyes closed tightly with a now-or-never rush in her quick movement.
Ron, wide-eyed in surprise, could feel her tongue push in between his lips. Recklessly tumbling in his mouth as it caressed his own tongue. It was so hot and slick that his thirst was starting to take over, little by little.
Ron's hands reacted, reaching her hips right then, only to realize that her skirt had been pushed up from the fast motion. He was touching her soft, curving flesh, covered by her pure white cotton panties. The tip of his digits were even touching her smooth, warm skin.
He was a bit surprised that she didn't seem to mind it at all, still eagerly kissing and biting his lower lip with gentle nibbles. The way her tongue swiped ever so gently on the inside of his upper lip almost made him shiver.
He felt so warm, so guilty, and yet so aroused. He loved the feeling of her lithe body against him, so in that moment of heat, he massaged her ass plenty. Sinking his fingers into that pudding-like flesh, feeling the silky skin under his fingertips, gripping and releasing like a stress relief squishy toy. Oh, how he so badly wanted to leave his finger marks, or maybe even more.
"Ron." Hermione broke the kiss all of a sudden and gripped his face with her small hands. She hungrily stared into his eyes. "I missed the perverted Ron."
"Really?" He chuckled awkwardly.
She started kissing him again, smothering his lips before he could say anything else.
At that point, Ron's hand slid under her panties and fondled the smooth skin of her ass. Even if her bottom was smaller than most, it still had a certain charm. The feeling of almost fitting her entire rear in both his large palms was a little exciting, teasing his dominating desires.
Hermione started grinding her body against his, feeling the small hill that started to form between his legs. Hard as a rock, but oh so exhilarating. She knew what it was, and felt no aversion this time, very certain that she was the one that made him aroused right in that moment. And certainly not by watching someone else.
"I hope you didn't forget the deal." She broke the kiss again and mischievously asked. Her bushy hair was falling around her head in such a way that they covered both their faces, only faintly visible to each other.
"Deal? Ah… The OWL grades?" Ron remembered.
I don't think I can follow through with that deal anymore, Hermione. He thought. He did want to score well. But he didn't feel as excited about 'doing it' with Hermione as a reward.
"Need a reminder?" She smirked a little and kissed him back. At the same time, she dragged herself forward slightly and raised her hips higher with her knees straddling Ron.
What does sh—oh!
Hermione suddenly pushed one hand between them and under his waistband, her fingers crawling to his iron-hard erection. She grabbed his cock in an instant and started stroking it right inside his pants, her palm caressing his vulnerable skin.
What's gotten into her? She was always so shy before.
"Ugh…" Ron grunted slightly. It had been weeks since he last had any sexual exchange. He felt utterly sensitive, clenched in her soft grip. But at the same time, the desire, the lust in him made him kiss her harder and greedily knead her ass.
Hermione's playful fingers rubbed Ron's precum all over his cock, sliding her palm on the knob and then around. Tracing the bumps and grooves of his veins with her slick digit. She could feel the heat on his skin, almost eagerly trying to make him even more hot.
Ron could feel her smile as she giggled into the kisses. He was happy that she was happy, but that made him feel even more guilty, stifling his already straining loin.
"I… Stop…" Ron tried to speak when he felt his lips freed. He had to. "I'm tired, Hermione."
Hermione abruptly stopped and slowly pulled her hand out. She lowered her hips again and let him feel the heat of her core on his erection.
But she tried to look at his face. "Are you alright? You never… said no before. I just thought you'd like this… Like a reward."
Don't make me feel more guilty, Hermione. Ron couldn't bring himself to push her away at that moment. He didn't want to break her heart.
"No, I'm just tired after the whole drama outside." He replied and pulled his hand out of her skirt too and stopped feeling her ass. Instead, he hugged her waist and made her lean her head back on his chest.
"Then let me rest with you." Hermione relaxed on him, her slightly intense breaths still audible. "Just a little."
"Sure."
He kept her in his embrace for a while. He was sleepy before, but now sleep was the last thing on his mind. Instead, he cursed himself for not telling her the truth. He tried to think when he should.
Why am I being a coward now? Fighting them was so much easier.
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The days went by. Ron stayed away from the girls as much as he could. Training, studying, or just taking a walk outside the school. Harry was always beside him, thankfully, since the Boy-Who-Lived had a role to play in the upcoming events.
However, despite living with his own secrets, he wasn't prepared to find out one of Harry's. This one came from Harry's own mouth.
Just to relax their minds after hours of cramming the syllabus, they liked to roam around the lake. It was one such day and one of those walks. They sat down under a tree facing the lake, silent mostly.
"Ron."
Ron looked to the side at his friend. Seeing Harry's face so scared, he frowned. "What? The Dark Lord again?"
"What? No! No, not him. I wanted to tell you something. I-It's about your sister."
Woosh!
Ron jumped to his feet. "What happened to her? Did some horny bastard annoy her?!"
Ah, why do I feel like I'm cursing myself?
"No! I mean, I didn't annoy her. We're just dating," Harry exclaimed, saying everything without realizing it.
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