"Ron, are you in there?" Hermione knocked on the door again.
Meanwhile, Ron hurried to clean the room of all its stench and the residue left from the session with Tonks. He swung his wand to get rid of the puddle of mixed sex juices on the floor. He rushed to open the window to get rid of any scent.
Finally, he put on his clothes as neatly as possible and made the bed look as if he was asleep. Then, he rubbed his eyes intensely before reaching for the door to open it.
"Hermione?" he murmured, his voice appearing tired. "What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you," Hermione said, her thin brows furrowed as she stepped inside immediately. "I was so worried."
The distance between their bodies vanished as she jumped forward and hugged Ron, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I went to the Burrow. Your mum said you came here… Why aren't you at home? It's so dangerous for you now. The Dark Lord has escaped."
Ron embraced her back, hugging her waist and pulling her in, "Isn't this place safer? Even Harry lives here."
Hermione nodded and only left the hug after her heart calmed down. A visible blush adorned her cheeks the whole time, her eyes constantly looking down in embarrassment. "I… I'm going to stay the night."
One of Ron's brows flicked up, curious if this was going to be the fateful night. "Sure…"
"Don't get any funny ideas," she firmly stated right then, looking up at his face, "We're not doing it… Not yet."
Merlin's beard, why must I be tested like this? Ron sighed secretly and just nodded, closing and locking the door behind her.
"I was going to bed just now." Ron looked at her, smiling deviously. She was wearing simple blue jeans, boots, a checkered shirt, and a zipper hoodie above. Her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, not that it reduced the charm. "Care to join?"
Hermione quickly averted her gaze, being raised with a moderately conservative mindset regarding sexual activities. But she still unzipped her hoodie and placed it on the chair beside the study table. Then she took out the wand from her hoodie and flicked it towards the lights, dimming them to the point that they seemed like flickering fireflies.
S-She's… Taking more off? Ron heard more rustling sounds of clothes. His eyes took a few moments to get used to the dimness, but even from the shadowy figure, he could make out Hermione leaning down to remove her pants.
Ron felt his heart beat like a bull on the run. In his mind, Hermione felt proper, and not an easy to get girl. He felt excited and quickly removed his clothes as well until only his underwear remained, and jumped into the bed.
He had already palmed and nibbled on her breasts before, and fingered her unexplored slit, so he didn't feel as nervous as the first time and silently waited for her.
"We're not doing it." Hermione suddenly voiced before getting into the bed.
Already rock hard, raging with an aching erection, Ron nodded vigorously. He had no plans to repeat the old mistake. "Never unless you want it, Hermione."
"Hmm…" She hummed and finally placed her knees on the soft bedding. It was cold, yet it didn't bother her as she raised the blanket from the side and got underneath, still keeping some distance from Ron.
Ron felt his throat going dry, however. He wanted to hold her close but didn't want to appear like a desperate horny boy. Not that he denied being one. He just wanted things to flow smoothly between them.
"How's your holiday going?" Ron asked to break the ice. He could swear he heard Hermione gulping.
"Studying… a lot of studying," Hermione replied, and on her own accord, slid sideways until her naked shoulder brushed against Ron's shoulder, sending an electric shock throughout the Gryffindor Prefect. "You'll fail your OWLs, Ron. With this Vold… I mean, Dark Lord mess, you'll have even less time."
Roses. Ron settled on the perfume scent he was getting from Hermione's body. Her shampoo's great too.
Before saying anything, he raised his right arm and pushed it under Hermione's head, to which she aided. But following that, Ron inched even closer to her, both their lower bodies now touching. "Why don't you help me study then?"
Hermione sighed and turned towards Ron's body, placing her arm over his chest. But that made Ron realize something, turning his manhood harder than his real wooden wand.
Bloody hell! She removed the bra too! Ron could feel the soft, squishy sensation, the tiny buttons of her peaks priming the side of his chest. And she says she doesn't want it?
"Holidays are almost over. Let's study in the school library, invite Harry too," she suggested.
Ron's brain had drifted into carnal desires, however. He wanted to kiss her and feel her body. "Maybe start now?"
"Now?"
"Perhaps… A lesson in biology?" He cheekily added.
Pat!
Hermione giggled all of a sudden, smacking on his chest. "You… Since when did you become such a smooth talker, Ronald Weasley?"
I wonder that every single day.
"It's alright, I was just joking with y—"
Ron lost his words as he abruptly felt Hermione roll further against his shoulder, almost reaching his chest. Her upper arm moved under the blanket, over his belly, and then rested on his aching erection.
"What…" Hermione's face moved against Ron's ear, her shy, breathing voice intoxicating. "...kind of lesson?"
Ron's cock twitched, and he was sure Hermione felt it too. But he had real feelings for her and didn't want to force it. "You don't have to if you don't wa—"
She once again interrupted him, pushing her soft breast against his shoulder and chest, her lips touching his ear. "We can't do 'that' but… this…"
Her hand slipped under the tight waistband of Ron's underwear, and her thin, warm fingers gripped his hot shaft tight, unable to make a full circle around his girth.
"Blimey!…" Ron barked, turned his face to her, and claimed her lips for a moment. "Since when did you become such a smooth talker, Hermione Granger?"
Hearing her own words thrown back at her, she blushed out of control and slammed her lips on his, kissing him wildly like never before. It was more passionate the last time, but this time, it was more feral. Her hand inside his underwear moved on its own, like a primal urge to stroke his cock.
Her fingers glided up and down, stroking each vein on his extended flesh, tickling all over with her nimble touch. Slowly, her body got closer and closer, her tender pale skin pressing up against his side, gently moving herself on top of him as her small breasts brushed against his chest, and the tips of her buds smothered themselves on his chest.
She started kissing his neck and his jawline, slowly trailing his sensitive skin with her tongue. Eventually, her thin pink lips found his, while Ron tentatively placed both his hands on her curving, smooth lower back.
He didn't know how far she was willing to go this time, but since he wanted more than just her body, he allowed her to take control, letting her stroke his straining manhood between their warm bodies.
As she kept stroking him, her lithe body slowly went down, her knees crawling as her tongue trailed its way down his neck and chest. Her lips gave him fluttering kisses as it brushed against the skin of his tightening belly.
"Her…'Mione…" Ron muttered, almost amazed by the way her naked breasts brushed against his swollen cock, above the cotton underwear.
"Shhh…" She shushed him, grabbing one of her own cloud-like hills and pressing it against his underwear with her hands.
She kneaded for a short moment, letting Ron feel the jelly-like squish of her bosom on his core. Soft and firm in all the right places, causing goosebumps all over his arms. She then continued down, pulling his underwear down along his legs, kicking the quilt off the lower edge of the bed with her own.
Finally, being set free, Ron's fully grown erection came out with a salute, ready to make the young lady happy with its expertise.
"Umhh…" Hermione moaned in curious excitement, finally touching Ron's hot rod on her lips. Her carnal desire took over her imagination, starting to truly wonder what it would feel like if he placed it inside her untouched source of heat.
She kissed his swollen flesh from top to bottom with wet licks, sending shivers up Ron's spine. When she reached the purple, bulging head of his cock, she finally parted her lips wide, slowly letting him enter her sweltering mouth as her tongue kept stroking the rim of his crown.
She allowed his knob to enter fully, tasting the precum that had leaked from her strokes. Relaxing her jaw, she pushed her head lower and lower, letting him touch the back of her throat. Her tongue massaged him against the ceiling of her mouth, churning him inside the heat.
Ron was shocked as he never expected this from Hermione. All he could do was place his hands on her head, stroking her hair, trying hard not to push her face deeper and fuck her mouth senseless.
He knew she was trying her best, and it was clearly the first time she had done this. He could hear her trying to stifle her gags, trying to please him thoroughly. She was really inexperienced.
But Ron suddenly flinched.
"Teeth," he warned, feeling the brush of something sharp along his length.
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