The Christmas holidays came soon after the entire Ministry, Malfoy's inheritance, and the Daphne incident. Although Ron loved to stay in school, this time, he couldn't wait to head home and find some peace.
But soon, an invitation bearing the wax seal of House Black came. It turns out Sirius Black hadn't forgotten who had helped catch Peter Pettigrew, capture Voldemort, and release him from Azkaban.
So, a day before Christmas, Ron wore a fine, deep red suit, combed his hair nicely, and arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place using the Floo Network. He was instantly taken aback by the lively atmosphere and the Christmas decorations in the big main living room.
As soon as he stepped out of the fireplace, it lit up back to a normal fire. Right there, a few people were sitting on the big couch, looking at him with interest.
"Professor Lupin." Ron chirped.
Remus smiled widely and got up, eventually giving Ron a light hug. "Finally, the main character is here. Come, everyone's waiting for you."
"He's tall."
Ron heard the feminine voice and looked over. It was someone a head shorter than him, her hair a shade of light purple. Her face was heart-shaped, and her dark eyes twinkled.
"This is Auror Nymphadora Tonks," Remus introduced.
Tonks seemed to have a distaste for her first name as she approached Ron to shake hands, "Just call me Tonks, Ron."
"Nice to meet you…" Ron lost words midway as he watched Tonk's hair color change and turn bright pink. "What?!"
Remus sighed and stepped away, "You two talk. I'll look for Sirius."
Ron nodded and focused on the peculiar woman, "How did you do that?"
"I'm a Metamorphmagus, can change my appearance at will," Tonks explained, changing the shape of her nose a little. "See."
"You can change everything then?" Ron asked, "Face, body… even."
When Ron said those last words, he couldn't help but look at her particularly small mounds, hidden under the tube top and visible through her open cloak around her shoulders.
"Heh—" Tonks noticed it and teasingly did it. "Of course."
"Blimey!" Right in front of Ron's eyes, Tonk's twin peaks grew in size so much that the tube top appeared to struggle to hold her. The cleavage changed from a flatland to a deep valley.
'Professor Lupin is lucky.'
Pop!
"..."
"..."
Ron forgot his greatest gift was his luck. Just when he was going to ask Tonks to stop, her tube top slid down, and the twin, massive globes popped out. Since her size was small before, she never bothered to wear a bra, so two of the softest, most pristine mounds he had ever seen dangled before him—creamy pale, light red small areolas and the perfect, smooth tiny buds atop.
"Ah!" Tonk's face turned red, and she quickly reduced her size to the usual flatness. She pulled the tube top back up embarrassingly, averting her gaze from Ron. But in doing so, she looked down and noticed a massive bulge in his pants. "Mm… big."
"What?"
She turned around to leave by then, but not before she winked at him.
Ron only felt more heated up after that. Merlin's beard! Those were amazing!
It was definitely an amazing start to the evening party.
Soon, he found Harry and Hermione as well, speaking with Sirius Black and a few other people from the Ministry, such as Shacklebolt. Though somewhere in his heart Ron wondered how Madam Bones was doing. It was already Christmas, and it had almost been six months into pregnancy for her.
Maybe I should visit her once. It's the least I can do.
"You look rather… dashing." Hermione complimented seeing Ron in a suit. She and Harry were dressed very casually for the night: a pair of jeans, shirts, and sweaters.
Ron looked at Hermione's face, and indeed, she looked great as always. Her bushy brown hair was untied and flowing freely. Her lovely face and those thin lips had a constant smile. He wanted to take her somewhere and kiss her, but the place was getting crowded.
"Ron!" Sirius hugged him as soon as he got a chance, "You're one strong boy."
Ron chuckled, a little embarrassed. But his confidence had never been higher than now. "Thank you, Sirius. I'm happy to see you out of Azkaban."
"And now you put plenty more of them back in there." Sirius added, "Including that Lucius. Ah, the joy in my heart—let's party all night!"
It was a party indeed. Infinite food and drinks and music that slowly grew louder. Plenty of couples were there, and even Cho Chang appeared at Harry's invitation.
As the night approached, most guests started to leave, but a few chose to stay since the mansion had plenty of empty rooms.
Sirius didn't even care and let them rest wherever they wanted. Of course, Ron and Hermione followed Harry and saw him enter one of the rooms with Cho. They sighed and decided to rest too—together.
Is it happening? Ron wondered as he entered the adjacent room with Hermione and locked the door behind him. He could feel the shyness on Hermione's pale face. Her hands rubbed each other nervously.
"It's cold," Ron said as he took off his blazer and tie, then the shoes. He went ahead and sat down on the king-sized bed in the modest, clean room.
Hermione nodded and followed him. She sat down beside him, close enough that her entire side touched Ron's. She still chose not to say anything and continued to stare down nervously.
Brimming with confidence, Ron gulped and gently took her hand in his. It was cold, yet sweating. He knew this was her first time ever being that close with a boy—officially.
So it's not happening?
"What are you planning on doing later this holiday?" He asked.
"Study."
Ugh, these one-word answers. Ron caressed her hand in his and looked at her face intensely until she looked at him too. Their eyes locked, and an antsy glint shined in Hermione's brown eyes.
Ron gently leaned in as Hermione inched closer, and their lips met in an innocent little kiss. Ron wasn't surprised at all; he knew he had to take charge and quickly moved his tongue to pry on her lips. His hands moved slowly up her soft thigh, and finally caught hold of her waist.
He pulled her in closer as his tongue explored her willing mouth. Their tongues gently caressing each other, exchanging passionate heat. Ron's fingers kneaded their way back as they explored her shivering, fleshy waist and curving hips.
Feeling the heat buildup inside, Ron couldn't wait anymore. He abruptly helped her up to stand, pulling on her sweater and shirt, wildly unzipping her jeans as they moved between kisses. Hermione also reciprocated, panting between each deep kiss, unbuttoning Ron's shirt, and gliding her delicate fingers all over his chest and abs.
They both tugged on each other pants, pulling them off and kicking them away fervently.
Now left only in their underwear, Hermione could finally feel the touch of his skin on her own. As if she finally realized it, she moved back, covering her delicate powder pink bra with her arms, looking down as she bit her lips in shame and wonder.
Ron couldn't take his eyes off her—her smooth pale skin, those perky mounds, that innocent look on her face. All he wanted to do now was have her, take her, and show her the love she deserved.
"You're so beautiful…" He muttered as he pulled her closer by her smooth, silky waist.
Ron kissed her again, this time with even more heat as he felt the thirst creeping up his own belly. His tongue caressed her lips, explored the depths of her mouth, and guided her with little suck and nibbles.
Hermione lost all defenses when she felt the gentle care of his hands around her waist, moving back to tickle her back with his fingers, and eventually resting on her fleshy rear. She drowned in their kiss, delighted when his lips started to move down her jaw, licking the white skin of her neck. She allowed him to move her body, gently pushing her back.
"Oh!" She yelped a little, soft moan as she fell onto the bed.
Even if Hermione was a little weary, she couldn't help but feel the yearning when she saw Ron kneeling on the bed, moving closer as he leaned over her.
"Oh, Ron…" her delicate hands called out to him in a beckoning gesture.
Ron buried his face at the crux of her neck, sucking, nibbling and licking. His hands weren't idle either, circling behind her to unclasp her bra, taking it off for her, and setting her perky mounds free. His head came lower, licking his way to her upper chest as his left palm found one of her delicate hills. His right palm kneaded her curving flank, the same way he milked her breast with his left, causing her to shudder under him.
Ron's lips finally reached her breast, flicking her pink, budding nipple with his tongue.
Hermione's body twitched at the suddenly ticklish feeling but eventually placed her arms around Ron's neck as he started suckling on her precious buds, craving for warmth. He licked and nibbled and caressed, enjoying her creamy flesh even if there was less than his previous encounters. He left red marks with his mouth on her soft flesh while his fingers pinched and flicked her flushing nipple, hardening to his touch.
Her size didn't matter much to him since he was enjoying the way she quivered under his every touch. Her gestures were so pure and innocent, teasing his carnal desires like a rabbit to a carnivore.
With one hand left on her taut mound, his head came back up to lick her jaw and kiss her with wet, dripping drool. The hand on her waist trailed down to her covered core, brushing against the cotton, pink panty. The tip of his finger circled the little bum that was starting to show, causing her panty to dampen.
"Ah… Ron… B—Be gentle..." She breathlessly moaned into their kiss.
"Of course… but no promises," He replied with a little smile.
His hand moved up to the ban of her panties, diving into the unknown. His fingers found her source of heat, stroking gently around her petals that started to salivate in hunger.
"Umm... Oh…" Hermione couldn't hold in her moan as she felt his finger brush between her two lower lips, letting his fingertip touch her drooling core.
Hairless? Oh, she came ready for this… The thought excited Ron even more, grinding his bulging need on her cushiony thigh.
As he moved in his middle finger, it felt as if he had punctured through a small leak, widening the way for her juices. Her insides were wet, trickling on his finger, coating it entirely.
Hermione suddenly clenched her thighs together by instinct, locking his hand between her legs. "Aah…" She suddenly let out a long, shivering breath, a mix of pleasure and shock.
"Shhh… Relax…" Ron whispered in her ear as he licked her earlobe.
Ron kept moving his fingers, caressing the inner walls of her most precious of place. His thumb massaged her clitoris, while another finger joined in. Curling and caressing her insides, giving her more and more pleasure.
His other hand left her breast and scooped up her nape to press her onto his chest, letting her freely feel his hand in her loins. His bare, hot chest squeezing against her hills, feeling her heated, heaving, moaning breaths on his neck and ear.
He loved seeing her so vulnerable and so completely his. Even the way she trailed her nails on his back in reckless abandon didn't cause him to falter. He wanted to see more and more of her this way, utterly lost in lust.
"Ummm… Ron… N—no, Ahhh…" Hermione moaned, confused between reluctance and ecstasy. Somehow, her logic was running away from her grasp, losing herself in the sweet bliss. Her head shook left and right, but her thighs were loosening around his hand, wanting more as her hips started squirming.
His fingers glided in and out, aided by her juices, slowly gaining a good rhythm. Hermione's back started to arch, her head fell back on the bed, and her lips parted in a breathless, silent cry of deliverance.
Ron could feel the muscles of her pussy tighten around his fingers as he watched her flushed face turn even more crimson red while her eyes grew teary. He leaned back down and nibbled on her arching chest, presenting her beautiful, hardened buds for him to enjoy.
Her body stiffened, with knotted muscles frozen in peak pleasure from both sides.
"Ahhhh…" Hermione finally let out a long, melodious moan. The last struggle broke through her barriers, pouring out and soaking Ron's hand.
After a long moment of release, Hermione finally came back down, struggling to catch her breath. Ron's hand finally came out of her now wet panties and hooked the ban with his finger, wanting to pull it completely off.
"N-No… I'm not ready yet." Hermione exclaimed as her hand suddenly stopped his, holding it in place.
I knew it. Ron sighed, and his other hand stopped trying to take his length out. He looked back up at Hermione's frightened face and decided to take it easy with her. I guess my luck doesn't work here.
"Alright, I understand…" He muttered, comforting her, lying on his side next to her and pulling her in to face him for another kiss.
"Thank you…" She whispered, kissing him back while allowing him to glide his hands all over her body.
Ron reveled in each touch, lick, and nibble, painting her neck with his spit. He couldn't stand it, but he tried to be gentle with her, knowing this was her first time. He enjoyed every inch of skin he could, even if he secretly felt like he wanted to make her want to fuck.
He teased her breast, kneaded her ass, and even palmed her wet core. However, Hermione eventually felt the fatigue seep in. She gently pushed back his chest while panting, noticing the slight disappointment in Ron's eyes.
Hermione, out of breath after that intense, long make-out, looked at Ron's face. She hugged him with her arms around his chest and her head under his chin. "You must be disappointed in me."
Ron smiled and shook his head, "Not at all. In fact, I feel this is going to make that 'special' moment even more special. I am just savoring this little touch… I love it."
"Since when did you become so good with words?" Hermione asked, hugging him tight. Her mounds pressed atop his belly roughly. "I like it."
"Oh." Ron felt a bulging thrust in his loins, and his erection grew at full mast. So much so that even the quilt ended up rising down there, revealing a pointy hill.
Hermione also noticed it and embarrassingly looked away, "Boys…"
Bam!
"Ah! Ooooh! Yesss~"
All of a sudden, Ron and Hermione's faces turned blank, and they stared at the wall towards the foot of the bed. Constant bangs were coming from its other side, including loud feminine moans. In that room, the Boy Who Lived was shagging his girlfriend.
Ron chuckled, "Girls."
Embarrassingly, Hermione sank into the quilt, turned away from Ron, and closed her eyes with annoyance. Ron followed suit and slid down, waving his wand to turn off the lights. He placed his arms around her and pulled her closer, letting her feel his warm body against her in the dark.
Even though nothing happened between them, just sleeping together with almost no clothes was an experience he cherished. Especially with Hermione, whom he genuinely cared for.
So we're officially dating now. He wondered and fell asleep.
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