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Hermione lay in Ginny's bed, staring at Ginny's poster of Gwenog Jones. This was it, wasn't it? She and Ron were finally going to do it. Enough with just snogging, they were going to have full-blown sex! Or at least that’s what she assumed was happening when Ron invited her over to the Burrow, conveniently while everyone was out of the house.
She was almost certain she’d thought of everything. She had immediately started taking birth control potion after the end of the war. She couldn't be certain of the exact timing, and she couldn't risk pregnancy while there was still her education and future career to think about.
And then there was the actual act itself to think about. Of course, like any person, in her estimation, she had always had an academic curiosity about sex. Unfortunately, Hogwarts didn't exactly make sexual information readily available.
Most books in the library that mentioned anything sexual were held in the restricted section, and convincing a professor to let her check one hadn’t always been easy. Of course, it didn't seem to Hermione that books that talked about sex should be kept in the same place as books on dark magic, but she didn’t make the rules.
Certainly, students talked about sex, but Hermione knew enough to know that you can't trust everything students say, and it seemed obvious that there was a propensity for bragging and exaggerating. In some cases, she thought students outright lied about their experiences.
Hermione had been forced to do research from Muggle books and the internet over the summers, as it was much easier to get her hands on that.
And after all, it was biologically the same, no matter whether you were a Wizard or a Muggle, wasn't it? Perhaps, there were different ways of enhancing the experience, but on the whole, the parts, so to speak, were identical.
She wondered what Ron looked like naked. And what would he think of her naked body? And what would he feel like? Would he enjoy the way she felt? Would she have an orgasm? She’d not managed to have one thus far, but she was hoping Ron might make the difference.
Many times she'd wanted to go further with things, but they were rarely alone. She was frankly feeling a little desperate to try it out and imagined that Ron was probably nearly ready to explode. Hermione snickered at the thought of Ron exploding. Oh, Merlin, they were really going to do it. Hopefully, it wouldn't be a total disaster.
Hermione bit her lip and exhaled. Ron was probably dying upstairs right now, waiting for her to go up there. She supposed she had better get to it.
Hermione apparated into Ron's bedroom with a grin and sat at the end of his bed, facing him. Ron found himself unable to speak. She was wearing Muggle clothes, something Hermione called a sundress. There was something about her posture. She was… expectant.
Her natural bushy brown hair had grown out a lot over the last year. The morning light left the side of her face a shadow from his point of view, only allowing him to see an outline of the shape: her square nose, full lips, and rounded jawline. To say nothing of the curves of her body. She was so beautiful, he found it a little overwhelming at times. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but every time he tried to move his mouth, nothing came out.
Finally, Hermione spoke: "Ok, let's do it, then." Hermione exhaled as if she had been holding that in for a long time, her brown eyes focused on Ron.
"Do what?" Ron was utterly lost.
"Sex, obviously. Let's have sex. That’s what you invited me here for,” Hermione said.
"What are you talking about?" Ron said, leaning up in bed, feeling his chest tighten and his belly get that fluttery sensation to say nothing of the growing situation in his pants.
“You do want to have sex… don’t you?” Hermione asked, looking confused.
“Yes, but it's just… sort of unexpected, ya know,” Ron said, trying to smile but only managing to make his mouth twitch.
"Well, we don't have to if you don't want to.” Hermione looked dejected and more than a little embarrassed.
"It’s not that I don’t. I do. I’m just… surprised,” Ron said. Besides, soon the bulge in his pants would make how he felt painfully obvious.
Hermione came over and sat on the bed near him, rubbing a hand next to him. “Don’t you think it would be good to… get rid of the tension? Every time we snog I feel like I’m going to leap out of my skin.”
She wasn’t begging, but her tone made him feel she might beg if she had to. But he would never deny her. He had just worked himself up so much, planning to talk about feelings and emotions and all that stuff he thought girls wanted to talk about. But as he looked at Hermione, he thought maybe girls had other things on their minds too.
“I do want to get rid of the tension, Hermione.”
“Thank, Merlin,” she said and slid closer to him, pushing the heat of her body against him, her face suddenly so close to his. She took one of her dark hands and entwined their fingers. Ron focused on her lips, so soft and plush. He loved the way they felt. They had snogged more times than he could count, but somehow this felt different.
“This is the part where we kiss, Ron,” she said with a giggle.
Ron closed his eyes and pressed his lips into hers. All his fears drifted away, and all the blood drained to his nether regions. There was an urgency behind Hermione's lips as they glided against his. Ron moved a hand to one of her thighs, sliding up her skirt, almost without thinking.
The more she moved any part of her body closer to him, the more he wanted to move his closer to hers, as if he was drawn to her by a spell. But he knew this wasn't magic, at least not the way wizards understood it. Sure, he had fooled around with Lavender. She'd even fondled him between his legs once, through his trousers. But this was different. It was Hermione, and he wanted to drown in her.
Just then, Hermione pushed against him hard, and he hit his head on the wall.
"Ow!" Ron called out.
"Sorry!" Hermione apologized, then rubbed a hand on the back of his head.
"It's fine," Ron said, then pushed his mouth back onto hers, tasting the sweetness of her tongue for only a moment as their lips briefly parted.
Damn, Hermione thought. She couldn't believe she had bashed Ron's head into the wall. Good going, Granger. She just got carried away. She couldn't help it. Every part of her wanted to climb on top of Ron, tear their clothes off, and feel his naked body against hers.
Ron was at the head of the bed with his back against the wall, and Hermione was kneeling in front of him, her mouth on his mouth while his hand moved up her skirt. Her hand was on his hip, slowly moving towards where it really wanted to be.
Ron’s hand found her arse, squeezing a little too hard. “Ow. Gentle, Ron.”
“Sorry.” Ron removed his hand and placed it on her left breast instead, somehow managing to find her nipple through the fabric. Hermione moaned and almost impulsively moved her mouth to the side of Ron's throat and pressed her lips into his flesh and gently sucked. Ron gasped, then shuddered as Hermione planted soft kisses
"Blimey, Hermione," Ron practically sputtered, and she laughed.
"Don't you like it?" Hermione asked, keeping her mouth near his neck.
"It's brilliant! I just wasn't expecting it," Ron said.
Hermione pressed her lips into Ron’s throat again, then sucked a bit harder, and he let out a louder gasp. Her hand was now resting at the top of his thigh at the point where it met his stomach and groin.
"Keep doing that. That's great," Ron said.
Ron's hand was still on her breast, but it didn't seem like he cared much at the moment. He began to shift his pelvis around, probably desperate for friction. Hermione pulled her mouth from Ron's neck and said, “We should take our clothes off.”
Ron wasn't the most comfortable being naked, but the prospect of getting to see Hermione naked did ease it a little. Ron and Hermione got out of bed at the same time. Hermione slipped out of her dress, leaving her in her bra and knickers. She unhooked her bra and pulled it off, tossing it aside, revealing her breasts.
“Blimey,” he said, purely on reflex.
Her breasts were bigger than he expected. Far more than a handful, even with his large hands. The nipples were large, too. He instantly wanted to suck on them.
Hermione smiled and said, “Are you just going to stare?”
“Sorry.” Ron tried to quickly pull off his shirt, but it got stuck on his head, and for a momen,t he struggled to get it off. Finally, Hermione reached over and pulled it off for him. Ron felt his face flush with embarrassment.
Hermione placed a hand on Ron's chest and gently caressed it. She slid a dark finger over to one of his nipples and lightly massaged it. He didn't think his nipples were anything like her nipples, being small, pink, and pale. Ron wondered how her nipples felt when they were touched. Did she like it? Her touching his nipples didn’t feel like anything.
Hermione stepped back and slid out of her light blue knickers, revealing the dark patch of curly hair beneath, while he removed his trousers, leaving him wearing just his pants.
"Your turn," Hermione said and gestured towards his pants with a playful smirk.
Hermione watched as Ron pulled his pants down, his penis bouncing from having been pulled and released in the motion. Hermione gasped, her hand going to her mouth.
"Something the matter?" Ron asked in a worried tone.
Hermione laughed nervously, shaking her head. “No, I just didn’t expect…”
Ron turned bright red. “You didn’t expect it to be big?”
Hermione came over and put her palm on the front side of his very thick shaft. Big was an understatement. Ron’s cock was massive. She’d heard people joking about cock’s this big before, but she’d mocked them, saying things like ‘that simply isn’t anatomically possible.’ But here one was, right in her hand. Her hand was small, and there was simply no comparison. She was further surprised but how hard it was. She wondered how Ron managed not to pass out.
“I didn’t,” Hermione said.
“Is it ok?” Ron asked while Hermione gently stroked him.
“Yes. It’s good. I like it.” The truth was, she had no idea if something that big could even fit in her, but she was eager to find out.
Hermione stroked slowly up the shaft, enjoying the softness of his foreskin. She used her finger to touch the tip of it, letting his arousal drip from her finger. She licked it out of curiosity, the taste not as bad as she expected. Hermione let go of the shaft, then reached up and dabbed at the tip with a finger.
She stroked his cock some more, still fascinated by the size. Ron said, “You look so confused.”
“I’m not confused. Just surprised. Did you not realize how large you are?”
Ron didn’t have a good answer for Hermione’s question. He’d always avoided looking at other guys naked in the showers, and all his brothers seemed to look just like him, not that he was trying to look at them either, but… these things happened.
“I guess not. Is it really that bad?” His bollocks felt heavy, and they ached uncomfortably. He wanted to come, and the more Hermione touched him the more and the more his eyes looked over the shape of her naked body, the more he had a desire to put his cock inside of her.
“It’s not bad. Intimidating but not bad.” She added a second hand to her stroking, two hands still not covering all of his shaft. He wanted to grab her and kiss her as they fell onto the bed, then push himself inside. He had often imagined what it would feel like inside her. It must be amazing, given the way so many blokes go crazy over it.
Hermione was still stroking him, and he wondered if he should do something. She licked her lips, and Ron suddenly wished she'd suck him off. The thought of her full lips on his cock was very enticing.
"Don't you want to touch me?" Hermione said and then moved her legs apart, giving him room. He turned his hand over and moved his fingers there.
“Whoa. You’re so wet. I knew girls got wet but… I didn’t know it was so much.”
Hermione laughed. “Now you know how I felt a couple of minutes ago.”
Ron explored her soft flesh, discovering her vagina, which he gently probed with his middle finger.
“Careful, Ron.”
“Sorry, it’s just so wet. Easy to slide in.”
He slid in a little deeper. He was astounded by how tightly she wrapped around his finger, which was a great deal smaller than his cock. It was warm, tight, and squishy. Just thinking about putting his cock in there made him want to come.
Hermione was stroking Ron's cock with two hands while he fingered her vagina. Ron had an excited look on his face, and the tip of his cock was dripping down his shaft now. Ron’s fingering felt good, but also hurt a little.
“Ron, touch my clit first,” Hermione said.
Ron moved his finger, and it was immediately obvious he had no clue where to find it as he was currently rubbing a lip. Granted, it was very slick down there, but still, she needed to give him some guidance.
She pulled a hand off his cock and took his finger and moved it to where her clit was. “There. Touch me there.”
“That feels good?”
“Yes. Mmm. Just like when I touch your penis.” Ron’s face said he didn’t really get it, but as long as the job got don,e that was all she cared about. She said, “Use two fingers. Yes, that’s good. Just like that, Ron.”
Ron leaned over and kissed Hermione deeply, and she moaned into his mouth while they both used their hands on one another. He felt embarrassed about messing up with her clitoris or whatever, but whatever he was doing now seemed to be working.
Their lips slid against each other, their breath hot, both of them moaning and pushing against each other. Ron's fingers continued just as Hermione told him. He was betting he could make her come. After all this, she must be ready to explode just like he was.
Actually, Ron was starting to worry Hermione’s hand might make him finish soon. He wanted to come badly, but he wanted to come inside of her, not on her hands. He just needed to hold on.
Ron remembered how much he had liked it when Hermione sucked on his neck, so he moved his mouth to her neck and started to suck.
"Oh, Ron! Ohhhh. That's nice," Hermione said, then moaned quietly into his ear.
Ron planted small kisses on her neck while his fingers worked steadily. Hermione was against his shoulder and kissing him in return.
"Oh, I'm getting close. Don't stop," Hermione said.
Ron took this as a sign to rub faster and harder and began to do just that.
"Shit," Hermione said, then added, "I lost it." She grunted with frustration.
"Lost what?" Ron said as he continued to frantically rub at her clit.
"My orgasm! I was getting close!” Hermione said.
“What happened?” Ron said, looking bewildered.
“Don’t worry about it. Just try again. Don’t change the pace so fast.” She also readjusted the positioning of her fingers.
Ron said, "Sorry, Hermione."
“It’s fine.”
Ron felt like he was going to explode at any moment. If they were really going to fuck, it needed to be soon. He kept thinking about how her hole had felt on his finger and how great she would feel wrapped around his cock.
"Can we do it now?" Ron said, pulling his mouth away from hers.
“What do you mean? We are doing it.”
“No, I mean… You know.”
Hermione looked at him skeptically. “You mean penetration? Is that really all you care about?”
“I mean, no, but… blimey, Hermione, I can’t stop thinking about it.” His bollocks were also killing him, painfully aching and swollen. He desperately needed to come. What if this wasn’t normal and he somehow died because his bollocks exploded or something?
Hermione exhaled but smiled. “It’s ok. I want to also, but we’re going to need lubricant.”
Hermione went back over to her clothes, bending over. Ron admired the view of her bare bum as she bent over. He had a sudden urge to take her from behind right then and there. He could just fuck her there on the floor and really show her how much he wanted her. Ron thanked Merlin that he had self-control, but the desire was still there.
Hermione came back with a small vial in her hands filled with a clear fluid.
"What’s that?" Ron asked.
"Lubricating potion. I brewed some. It will make things… more comfortable," Hermione said and poured some of the lubricant into the palm of her hand.
Hermione then took her hand and rubbed it all over his cock. It felt weird but nice, and he liked how easily her hand was gliding all over it.
Once he was fully slick, she then reached between her legs and rubbed some of it into herself, stopping to rub her clitoris for a moment. Hermione stood before him, fingering her clitoris and biting her lip. He wondered what it felt like. She supposed she wondered about him, too.
"Are you going to lie down now?" Ron asked, standing up to give her room.
"Yes," Hermione said and sat, then lay back on the bed, her head on his pillow.
Yes! It was finally going to happen, Ron thought as he climbed on the bed. He felt ready to burst. He crouched before her, her legs spread to give him full access. She continued to rub her clitoris.
"Go ahead, Ron. But be slow," Hermione said as Ron scooted forward and lowered the head of his prick to where he believed her pussy was.
Seeing his cock by her hole really did make him realize just how small it was. Hard to believe he would be able to get his cock inside it, and even more astounding that it could pass a baby through it.
Ron held his cock and gradually tried to push it in. Hermione made sounds of discomfort, so he stopped. Even with as slippery as his cock was, it was still a tight fit.
Hermione continued to rub her clit. Ron pushed a bit more and finally managed to get the head in. He wanted so badly to just push inside, but he really didn't want to hurt her. Instead, he continued to slowly push inside. Once the head was in, the rest started to go in a bit more easily. He had to admit it was exciting watching his shaft stretch her open.
"Are you ok?” Ron asked.
"Yes. Just keep going," Hermione said.
Ron pushed a little more. He had at least a couple of inches in now, he thought.
"Try pulling it out and pushing it in again," Hermione said.
"Pull it out? I've barely got it in!" Ron said.
"Trust me, Ron," Hermione said.
Ron nodded and pulled the couple of inches he had managed back out again, then slowly pushed it back inside. It was much easier to push it in the second time, and he had even managed another inch. Hermione made a small moan, although maybe it had been a groan.
It was hard to tell.
"Just… keep doing that," Hermione said.
"Ok,” Ron said and pulled his shaft back out again before pushing inside.
Each time he pulled it out, he found it pushing it back in was easier. By the time he had pushed half of his shaft inside, he wondered how much more he could manage. In any event, it felt great inside of her, even better than he had expected. Finally, a couple of inches later, Hermione said, “Ok. No deeper than that… I think.”
Ron still had a couple of inches to go, but at least most of it was in her. And Merlin, it felt good.
Hermione couldn't believe Ron had gotten so much of his cock inside of her. Even with lube and clitoral stimulation, it was still a bit sore. It did feel good when he pulled it out and put it back in. She liked the feeling of being stretched, but she still wished it were less sore.
Ron was now on top of her, thrusting and looking intense. There was something exciting about seeing how good it must feel for him, but on the other hand, he was leaning against her, and it was getting hard to reach her clit. She really wanted to come. She had been so close earlier before he'd messed it up.
"Lean up, Ron. Let me get to my clit," Hermione said.
Ron lifted, and Hermione was able to get her hand back there and start stroking again.
Ok, this was not so bad, she thought. Actually, it was good. Ron was enjoying himself, and she thought with some concentration she might actually be able to get off.
"You're doing a good job," Hermione said.
"Oh, ummm. Thanks. You feel really good," Ron said.
Hermione felt warm all over, and the more she touched her clit, the more she could feel herself tensing up to a point. Sex wasn't bad, she thought. It hurt, but Ron was really quite big. She would have to look into how one had more comfortable sex with cocks that large.
Ron was starting to thrust faster, and he had closed his eyes. His bollocks slapped her bum awkwardly. He was looking very intense. Surely, he wasn't about to finish already.
Ron was about to come. He had tried desperately to hold on. He had tried thinking of anything aside from how amazing it felt and how exciting it was to be inside of Hermione and how much he loved and desired her and how good his cock was probably making her feel. But the aching of his bollocks was unbearable, and the tension was just too much.
"Oh Merlin! Unnnhh! I'm coming," Ron groaned in pleasure.
“Oh. Ok,” Hermione said as Ron felt his body clinch with pleasure as his cock spasmed, filling Hermione with his hot come.
"Fuck, Hermione. Oh, fuck," Ron sputtered.
It felt good to come, but it also sort of hurt. His bollocks felt sore in a different way, a more satisfied way, and coming so hard left his prick feeling very sensitive and sore inside of her.
"Sorry, Hermione. I couldn't hold on. Did you come?" Ron asked.
Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Sorry," Ron repeated.
Dammit!, Hermione thought. She had been so close again. She wasn't angry at Ron, but it was certainly frustrating. They were going to have to work on this.
Oh, maybe it would be better if she could work out orgasms on her own. She supposed it wasn't entirely Ron's fault, though she admitted he didn’t seem as concerned as she would like.
Ron leaned down and kissed her, and she kissed him back. She could tell he was euphoric, and she was glad he had enjoyed himself, even if she was a bit jealous and sore. If nothing else, she had enjoyed the feeling of him coming deep inside of her, and she didn’t mind at all the feeling of him dripping out of her.
Ron fell down on the bed next to her, panting to catch his breath.
“Wow. I really didn't see any of that coming," Ron said.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Sex. I didn't see it coming," Ron said.
"But isn't that what you wanted to talk about?" Hermione asked, perplexed.
Ron looked embarrassed and shook his head. What on earth was he talking about?
Why else would he want to have a chat while the house was empty?
"Well… I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was wondering… are we like… really together?" Ron asked, then grinned sheepishly.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Are we… You know… boyfriend and girlfriend?" Ron asked.
Hermione laughed.
“Of course, we are together. We’re boyfriend and girlfriend. I didn't think it needed to be said," Hermione replied.
"I don't know. I guess I just haven't seen you much the last couple of months, and then all we do is snog. I wasn't sure if you were really serious about us," Ron said.
"After everything we've been through, you can't possibly believe that," Hermione said, placing her hands on her hips.
"I am serious! I mean, if you say we are together, then I believe you. I just wanted to hear you say it because… I love you,” Ron said.
Hermione smiled.
"I love you too, Ron," Hermione said, then leaned over for a kiss. It was slow and swee,t but quickly grew more passionate. She reached down and felt his cock, already getting hard again. “Round two?” Hermione asked.
Ron grinned. “Round two.”