Hullo! I'm Hermione Granger. Please enjoy my blog where I can post things outside of my capacity as editor of the newspaper's Editorial Page. I'll post here when I'm not studying in the library for my two majors in History and Women, Gender, and Sexuality...
Ron fumbles with his keys at the doorway, laughing when hedrops them. When he reaches down to pick them up, Hermione -who has beenleaning on him- stumbles into the wall and giggles. They have just gotten back from the local bistro after a fun dinner date where they each had a few drinks. He feels comfortably tipsy, and finally gets the door to his empty dorm open, dragging Hermione inside.Ā
"I'm so through with these wretched clothes," Hermione declares, and begins to shrug out of her jacket. Ron loves that since they've started dating, she rarely wears more than her underwear and a shirt when they're alone together. When she bends down to pull her shoes off, Ron's groin twists and he can feel his blood rushing to his cock.
"Let me help you," he manages to croak, and is immediately at her side. Running his hands down her back, he kisses her perfect lips and starts removing her shirt and denims. Their kiss quickly turns into a deep snog, and now Hermione is undressing him, too. When her fingers sweep over his erection, Ron gasps and jerks against her, tightening his grasp on her hips.
***
Being with Ron is so wonderful. He always makes her feel incredibly special, telling her she's beautiful (which she didn't used to believe, but is starting to), and she's so comfortable around him - Hermione hasn't really told many people about her habit of getting out of her clothes as soon as she's home alone, but this is a secret she doesn't exactly mind sharing with Ron.
Hermione's still getting used to the fact, though, that she can just do whatever she wants with Ron. They've been taken it slow (ish) per her request, but he makes her feel so nice inside, in so many ways, and she kind of wants to take it to the next level. Tonight might be the night.
But there are more pressing matters to attend to, like the fact that Ron is incredibly hard beneath her fingers. She realizes they're still standing in the common room, and even though Harry is probably at Malfoy's for the night, they should move into Ron's room, just in case. She moves her hand away from where it is currently resting on Ron's erection, giggles at the little 'harrumph' noise he makes, and grabs his wrist to lead him to his bed.
When they get into the bedroom, she lies down on the bed and pulls Ron on top of her. She loves the feeling of his weight over her, crushing her a teeny bit but really just keeping her safe. She's down to her bra and panties now and Ron is in boxers, and when Ron is kissing her, she pulls away to whisper in his ear - "my bra should probably come off right now." This is a skill he's *quite* good at - how he perfected it, Hermione doesn't exactly want to know - but he manages to get her out of the garment without breaking the kiss he resumed as soon as Hermione was done whispering.
Soon after, Ron does break the kiss, but only to place little kisses on her cheek, jawline, neck, and down until he gets to her breast, which he recently discovered Hermione quite enjoyed. He kisses one all around, eventually sucking on the nipple and nibbling just a little bit, eliciting a moan from Hermione. He continues this for a few more moments before moving onto the the other, driving Hermione crazy in the process. Ā
***
Continuing his ministrations, Ron laps and nips at her breasts at a leisurely pace, knowing how mental this will make her. When he feels the fingers in his hair tighten and pull impatiently, he laughs softly and leaves off her nipple to kiss his way down her stomach. When he's finally hovering in between her legs, he pauses and waits. Hermione's head is thrown back in relief, exposing her gorgeous throat, but then she realizes he's stopped. Propping herself up a bit, she looks down to glare at Ron. He shoots her a cheshire cat grin before lowering his head, never dropping eye contact, and swipes a long, rough lick from the bottom of her cunt to her clit. Instantly Hermione crashes her head back onto the pillow and lets out a long moan. Pleased, he sets to work unraveling her. Licking methodically, Ron takes time to ravish her completely, sucking on her labia and pushing his tongue into her slit. Fucking hell, he loves the way she tastes. They've done this twice before, and Hermione proved herself to be an enthusiastic oralist, but he doesn't think he'll ever be used to being allowed to devour her this way.
"Ooh babe, oh fuck," she whines. He interprets this plea for more and buries his nose in her short curls and nibbles at her clit, loving the way she writhes and tangles her hands in his hair to push herself into his face even more.
***
Ron knows *exactly* how to drive her crazy, in so many ways, but this just might be her new favorite. Hermione's having trouble thinking coherently, though, as Ron does that thing with his tongue. She's never going to get used to it, it's bloody amazing.
The pressure rises inside Hermione and she starts babbling enthuiastically. "Fuck! Ron, yes, just like that, ahhhh, yess, ohhhh." The babbling turns into a moan, because words are even too hard right now, and soon the tension mounts and she feels a wonderful, wonderful release.
***
Feeling the tension in her body melting away, he keeps licking her soothingly to help her ride out her orgasm. He drinks in everything she has to give him, letting her ecstasy fill his own body. She is still coming down when he sits up to properly look at her, and his heart swells, she's so fucking radiant.
"God, 'Mione, you're so fucking beautiful." Her eyes are open now and it's like she's looking into his soul with those wide, vulnerable brown eyes full of warmth. He kisses her, hard and desperate, and she wraps her arms around his torso. They quickly lose control themselves in snogging, and Ron is rubbing his cock against her now. Hermione arches up into him and bites down on his neck the way she knows he loves. When she lifts her legs to curl around his waist, Ron's erection slips and they both cry out as it grinds against her hot, wet crotch.
Shuddering, Ron buries his head under her chin, attempting to regain some sense of control. "Fuck. Hermione, I'm sorry, it- it's just, bloody hell. I just want you so fucking bad." His cock is throbbing and aching, and he shivers when she runs her nails across his back. She has told him she doesn't want to go there yet, but it's getting increasingly difficult when they're like this together and everything is so wild and raw.
***
It feels like a now or never moment, Ron's cock hard and so close to her wetness that it could probably slip right one. She's been resisting sex, wanting to make sure it was right, but of course this is right, this is Ron, everything about him is right. She's ready.
"Ahh - Ron - don't apologize. I, um, really want you, too. I'm ready, if you are."Ā
Ron pulls away from her so he can glance at her face, facial expression changing as he takes in her words. "Sex, you mean?" When Hermione nods , he smiles widely. It's adorable and sexy at the same time, very Ron.
Hermione's nervous, but excited. Ron pushes up from her using his arms to lean over to his bedside table. Knowing what he's probably trying to grab, Hermione speaks up. "We don't, um, have to use a condom, if you don't want, I mean, if you're clean. I'm on the pill."
"Yeah, 'Mione, I'm clean," Ron says with a smile. "Coach tests us at the start of every season and I haven't been with anyone else in that way since. Holy shit, though, are you sure?"
Hermione nods again. "I've, um, never done it without a condom, but I've heard it's better, and it's you, and I trust you, and I want this."
She does, really. She knows it's important to be safe, but she knows Ron would *never* lie to her to have better sex, and she wants him to really be inside of her, so they can really, truly be joined. It's a bit sentimental, of course, but as she just said, it's Ron. He deserves it.
"What position do you like, 'Mione?" Ron asks.
"Oh, whatever, I'm excited to explore everything with you," Hermione says. Ron beams. "We can start with you on top, though, since you're already there?"
Ron nods and gets himself into position. He slides himself right in, and, ohhh, that feels good. Ron's cock isn't as thick as Viktor's, but it's a little bit longer, and it fits better, perfectly, almost like he was made for her. It's amazing. Hermione moans a bit more, telling Ron that she's quite comfortable and he can start moving, if he wants.
***
Ohgodohgod. Fucking hell, he's inside Hermione and it's gloriously perfect and she's so tight and hot. His mind is still stuck on her words of wanting to 'explore everything' with him, so he doesn't register when she tells him to move. She wriggles against him and clenches her walls around him, and pleasure shoots through him. Immediately he leans down to press one loving kiss to her mouth before sinking into her the rest of the way.
Ron groans when he's seated fully in her. "Holy fuck, babe, you feel bloody incredible." Smiling at him, Hermione thrusts her hips up against him and makes herself moan. Every thought vanishes at that sound and he jerks his hips back before slamming back in, hard. They begin fucking vigorously, gripping each other's bodies and scratching and cursing. It's more animal then he ever thought it would be with her, but it makes sense somehow, with how deep their emotions for each other run, how long they've wanted this together. Ron is relentless with his thrusting taking care to bring her higher and higher, changing his rhythm every time she seems to be getting close again. He sucks at her neck and bites her shoulders as they build each other up, and she's chanting encouraging words to him.
"Yeaa, like that, oh fuck Ron, god, faster, oooh. Fuuuck, yes!" Those filthy words falling from her perfect lips are going to make him come all on their own. He pauses for a heartbeat to swing her legs over his shoulders, getting a deeper angle. She calls out his name again, and he pounds into her as fast as he can, making his own nonsensical phrases as they get closer. Hell, he really wanted this to last longer, but there's no way Ron can hold it back anymore, he's been hard and wanting since they walked in the door. He manages four more thrusts before he's coming, but it's okay, because he can feel her following him.
"Ooh, I'm coming, fuck, 'Miooneee-" Her name turns into a moan as his cock bursts, pumping his hot come into her. With a sob, he feels her cunt tighten as she reaches her release and cries out his name. They collapse into each other's bodies, kissing fiercely, and she's sucking on his tongue as his movements slow. He pulls his softening cock out of her, but doesn't break the kiss for a few minutes. When they finally part, Ron feels so raw and vulnerable, he thinks he could probably cry. God, sex has never felt like that before. He wants to say something, something so she'll know how much he's feeling right now.
"I love you," he whispers, forcing himself not to look away from her beautiful, understanding eyes.
***
"I love you, too," Hermione hears herself saying back, before she even realizes what she's saying. Shit. That wasn't how her 'I love you' was supposed to go, even though she really, truly does mean it.
She breathes in deep, steadies herself, and looks back right at Ron, who's looking at her so lovingly, she's doesn't even understand it. "I meant that, you know, Ron, I didn't mean to say it to you during sex but it's all true."
Ron gapes at her. "... you love me?"
"Yes, you daft idiot, of course."
Hermione leans in to kiss him on the nose. She's exhausted and doesn't trust herself enough to kiss his mouth again, he's too wonderful and they might never stop. Ron smiles from next to her, so she curls up into him to feel his warmth. Ron, apparently chilly as well, pulls the blanket up too and huddles it around them, putting them in their own little cocoon. She kind of wants to try there forever.
Sorry I spent all day in transit but before, yeah, we were RPing and since weāre behind in days I wasnāt sure what to do! Iāll try to be more around though
(ooc - this was probably private? Iām responding if it wasnāt).Ā Oh, no, Neville, Iām so sorry that you feel this way - I feel like such an arsehole if I turned you down, that was so, so rude of me! I would love to rectify this, if youāll let me. If you ever want to hang out, let me know, because I do love spending time with you, and Iām sorry it hasnāt happened more often.Ā
OOC/ there is absolutely no pressure to accept this as Rp canon! I was just up at odd hours and decided to give myself acceptable back story. But in the hand we were missing a spark of emotional drama so ā¦Play Ball I guess
Mione your one of my favorite people. I guess ive always been jealous for your popularity. Forgive me for being whiny okay
(ooc - this was probably private? Iām responding if it wasnāt).Ā Oh, no, Neville, Iām so sorry that you feel this way - I feel like such an arsehole if I turned you down, that was so, so rude of me! I would love to rectify this, if youāll let me. If you ever want to hang out, let me know, because I do love spending time with you, and Iām sorry it hasnāt happened more often.Ā
ooc - fuck one of my favorite teen wolf and other shows blog just posted a dramione post with the tagĀ āi will ship it tip the day i dieā and i donāt know what to do help. i canāt post this on my regular blog because weāre mutuals. ugh.Ā
