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That night, Ron held Hermione’s hand as they took the Floo back to her apartment. As soon as the door was closed, they were on each other. Hermione had him pressed against the door, her fingers tangling in his hair and her mouth on his.
Ron kissed her back just as eagerly, his hands wandering down her body. He gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh, and lifted her up. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed, dropping her onto the mattress. She landed on her back and looked up at him. The way her lips were parted, her hair spread around her head, and the heat in her eyes almost undid him.
He wanted her. He had never wanted anything more in his life. Not even Voldemort's death.
Ron crawled on top of her, his knee between her thighs, his arms on either side of her shoulders. He lowered his mouth to hers again, kissing her deeply. Her hands wandered over his chest and around his neck, pulling him even closer. Ron trailed kisses down her jawline and to her throat, making her gasp and arch her back.
"Ron," she moaned, and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He would do anything to make her say his name like that again.
With one swift motion, he pulled her shirt off. Her skin was smooth and warm, and her bra was lacy. Ron could see the pink tips of her breasts poking through the material, and the sight made him moan. He made quick work of removing her bra so that she was naked from the waist up. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked, while his hand squeezed the other. Hermione writhed underneath him, her breath coming out in short gasps. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pressing his face even closer to her breast. She said his name again, and the sound was like music to his ears.
Ron continued his ministrations, and the room was filled with the sound of her pleasure. He switched his attention to her other breast, and the moans from her were just as sweet. His hands moved down her stomach and attempted to remove her jeans. He growled as he struggled with the button, and Hermione laughed breathily as she undid it for him. She was being her usual know-it-all self about it, so he decided to punish her for her cheekiness and slipped a finger under the hem of her knickers. Her eyes immediately widened.
"Oh," she gasped. Her thighs pressed together, and Ron could feel the wetness between her legs. "Ron, please..."
His heart raced at the desire in her voice. Her pleading was incredibly sexy. He was determined not to rush this. He would take his time and savor every second of it.
Slowly, he helped her remove her jeans. Then he slipped another finger inside her knickers, teasing the sensitive skin at the juncture between her thigh and her core. She shuddered beneath him, her body taut and aching. She was soaking wet. Ron’s body thrummed with desire, wanting to bury himself inside her. Aching to feel her walls tighten around him. To lose himself in her heat. But he knew that if he rushed, he would miss all the delicious ways in which her body responded to his touch. Ron moved his fingers further south, brushing against the curls covering her most intimate parts.
"Please," she gasped, her voice a plea. "Please, Ron..."
He couldn't resist any longer. He dipped his fingers lower, finding the source of her wetness. He ran his thumb over her clit, and she cried out, her hips rising off the bed.
"Ron!"
He wanted to see her fall apart. To watch the pleasure play across her face as she lost control. He stroked her gently, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her thighs trembled, and her hips moved frantically,, chasing the friction. Her cries filled the room, and Ron continued his slow, gentle pace, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
She threw her head back and screamed his name as her orgasm hit her. Her body shuddered with the force of her release. She was so beautiful and he couldn’t believe that he was the only one who got to see her like this.
He waited for her to come down from her high, his own body throbbing with desire. Once Hermione's breathing had calmed and her body was relaxed, Ron pulled away. He looked down at her, his gaze tracing over her body. He would never grow tired of looking at her.
She gave him a lazy, satisfied smile. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and she tugged at it. He allowed her to pull the shirt over his head. He helped her undress him and kicked his trousers and pants away. His cock was erect and ready, the tip glistening with precum.
"Come here," she said.
Ron moved on top of her, his erection brushing against her stomach. Hermione's eyes darkened, and she ran her fingers over the head of his cock. Her fingers wrap around him, stroking him gently.
"I'm on the potion," she whispered.
He grinned at her. "And I can do an Outstanding-level contraceptive charm."
Her eyes sparkled with amusement as he cast said charm. She continued her slow strokes, and Ron felt his whole body tighten with pleasure. He leaned in and captured her lips, kissing her hungrily. She returned his passion, her tongue dancing against his. Their tongues intertwined, and Ron felt himself drowning in her.
They broke apart, panting. Hermione smiled up at him, her eyes dark and hungry.
"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned.
"That's the idea, yes."
He barked out a laugh. Leave it to her to have a smart mouth in the middle of all of this. He lowered his head and kissed her again, then pulled back to trail kisses down her jaw and throat. Her hand tightened around him, and he gasped. He moved his hips in time with her strokes, losing himself in the sensation.
Hermione reached down and grabbed his cock, playing with the tip. She rubbed her thumb over the slit, spreading his precum all over the head. Her thumb in slow, lazy circles, and he moaned.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had to be inside her.
Ron pulled away, and Hermione pouted, her eyes glassy with lust. "No," she whined. "Don't stop."
He gave her a crooked smile and said, "Don't worry. I'm not done with you yet."
He ran his hands up her thighs, his fingers brushing over her skin. He slowly pulled down her knickers, since they were the only piece of clothing that still remained between them. She shivered as his hands moved down her legs, and her eyes closed. Grinning, he reached down and spread her legs wide. There was nothing blocking his view of her dripping sex, and he took a few moments to admire what he saw.
"Ron," she whispered, her eyes wide, her cheeks red.
He could tell that she was uncomfortable at his intense gaze down there. So he told her, "You're so gorgeous."
Hermione gasped as he positioned himself at her entrance. He was painfully hard, and he needed her now. He pushed forward, sliding into her slowly. Since this was her first time, he had to be careful not to hurt her. Her breathing quickened as he entered her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes," she said, her voice strained. "Keep going."
He moved forward, filling her completely. She gasped, her back arching.
"Is this alright?"
"Y-yes," she said hesitantly. Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not quite. Just...just don't move yet."
Ron grit his teeth and forced himself to stay still. Hermione's hands gripped the sheets. He could tell that she was trying her best to relax.
"I'm going to try to go slow, okay?" he whispered. Not that he had much control, since this was his first time too. But dammit he would do everything he could to make this good for her.
"Okay," she said, her voice small.
Ron began moving, thrusting in and out of her. He kept his movements slow and steady. Hermione gasped, her back arching. Her hands reached for him, her fingers digging into his skin.
"Is this alright?" he asked again, kissing her neck.
"Yes," she said. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She looked more at ease now. "Faster, please."
He sped up, moving faster and harder. Hermione moaned, her head falling back against the pillow. Her nails dug into his back, and her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned.
She was so tight and warm. He couldn't get enough of her. They moved together, their bodies joining as one. Their moans filled the room, and their skin slid together, sweaty and hot. Hermione's hands gripped him tightly, her nails leaving marks on his back.
Ron felt the pressure building inside him, and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer. Suddenly, Ron felt Hermione's hand grab his and move it down between her legs. She guided him to her clit and instructed him, "Rub your thumb right there."
Ron did as she said, and the noise she made was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. She bucked her hips, her moans growing louder. He kept moving, his thumb working her clit while he thrust into her. He could feel her tighten around him, and her breathing became ragged.
"I'm close," she moaned.
"Me too."
"Then don't stop," she pleaded.
He continued to move, his thumb working her clit. He felt the tension building inside him. Hermione's hips rose off the bed. She was almost there. Ron moved faster, desperately trying not to come before she did. Which was hard, because this was the most incredible thing he had ever felt.
Finally, Hermione cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck!" she yelled, her orgasm hitting her hard.
Ron followed shortly after, spilling himself inside her. Their cries echoed off the walls as they came. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their hearts pounding.
"Merlin," Hermione breathed, her eyes dazed and her cheeks flushed.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, his breathing just as heavy. He rolled off of her and onto his back. He pulled her close to him and kissed her, his heart still racing.
They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath. The silence was broken only by their labored breathing.
"How do you feel?" Ron finally asked.
"Like I've just passed all my OWLs with Outstanding."
He rolled his eyes and grinned. "That's how I feel, too. Except, you know, I would compare it to something that normal people would think is amazing. Like winning the Quidditch World Cup."
Hermione sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to him. Ron wrapped his arm around her, holding her tight. They fell asleep in each other's arms, and Ron had never felt so happy.