Candlelight
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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3,045
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9
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Candlelight
Setting the Stage
Midnight. The Witching Hour. A huge harvest moon hung over the Burrow, casting shadows and streaks of silver across the wooden shingles; transforming the once simplistic country cottage into an object of magic and mystery.
Two young girls stumbled out of the front door, giggling and pushing each other. Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. Home from Hogwarts with the boys for the Weasley's family reunion. It was a special celebration involving some complicated spells of kinship, a kinship spell that now encompassed Harry and Hermione. Everyone had agreed that the were close enough friends with Ron to be considered family.
But the spell had been concluded hours before, leaving everyone magically drained and exhausted. Every single space imaginable was filled with a snoring Weasley. Uncle JoeJigger was even sleeping in the bathtub. The only movement came from the two girls as they hurried into the meadow behind the house. They were dressed in the robes from the casting, layers and layers of soft white gauzy fabric. Fairly light, but the night was unexpectedly warm. Their bare feet ran swiftly over the tired earth, until the reached the stand of trees. There they huddled together, unseen from the house, obscured by low lying branches of the giant oaks.
“Oh, Hermione,” Ginny giggled, out of breath. “This is going to be so spectacular. He won't know what hit him.”
“Well, I'm nervous, but that's to be expected.” Hermione said calmly, spreading out the plaid blanket she had brought with her. “I've read that this is something I will never forget. I want it to be just right.”
Ginny flopped down on the plaid and began rolling around, running her hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts through the filmy shift. “Oh, Oh, Oh, that's feels soooo good.” she moaned theatrically. “Bleah,” she said sitting up. “Glad it's you and not me. I'm happy for you Hermione. But I really don't see what you see in my brother. He's just so...Ronnish.”
“I”m glad you don't share my feelings,” Hermione said dryly. “That might make things a little awkward.”
“I'll say! Yuck!” Ginny stood up. “Do you need anything else? I put a sleepwalking spell on Ron before we came out here. He should show up in around 15 minutes or so.”
Hermione glanced around the grass beneath the oak trees. There was a warm breeze wafting through the meadow and the sounds of night insects filled the air. The moonshine lit up the night sky, but the place where she and Ginny stood was enveloped in shadows.
“I'd like there to be a few candles in a circle. I can transform some of the flowers, but do you think the light will be seen from the house?”
“Nah, everyone's so exhausted from tonight's work. There was no way in hell Ron would be up and about tonight..” Here Ginny waggled her eyebrows suggestively, “if I hadn't charmed him to come out here. No one will see a thing. Just do itty bitty lights anyways. It will be so much more romantic.”
A few moments later, a ring of tiny candles glowed around the blanket. Ginny put her arms around Hermione, and hugged her tight.
“I hope you have the most wonderful night of your life,” she said, looking into Hermione's eyes. “If he does anything horrible, just let me know and I'll give him the best Bat Bogey I can.”
Hermione shivered. “I'm pretty nervous.”
“Hey, you're my sister now, in a way, I guess. I'm only joking about Ron. I bet he will make this really special for you too. He's loved you for so long, and he's just been afraid you weren't ready for this.”
“Thanks for letting me know that.” Hermione said wryly, twisting her hair around a finger. “I thought I must just not have been that attractive, or that Ron didn't find me exciting or whatever.”
“Not at all. In fact,” Ginny leaned in close and whispered in her friends ears, “I've used the extendable ears from time to time to keep tabs on him, and I've accidently heard him wanking off a couple of times.”
“Gah, Ginny, you're his sister! That's disgusting. Anyways how do you know that has anything to do with me?”
Ginny pulled away and started walking back to the house, laughing. She turned around, walked backwards a few steps. “Because, he was moaning your name. Oh Hermione! Oh Hermione!”
Hermione watched as her friend went back inside. She twiddled her fingers together. Decided to sit down. The blanket was a little scratchy, but not too bad. In fact, she remembered a blanket at home that was really scratchy. She was glad it wasn't that blanket. It was so scratchy. Her cat slept on it. Imagine doing what she planned on doing on THAT blanket. Yep, blankets sure were interesting, in fact....
She groaned covering her face with her hands. She had really underestimated how scared she would be. Since she and Ron had been together all they had done was kiss a few time. Nice kisses sure. But nothing very exciting. No tongues or anything. Hermione had been surprised and actually, a little offended that Ron had never tried anything. Thankfully Ginny had set her clear on that score, and together they had devised a time when Ron and Hermione could have privacy, and a perfect opportunity for...you know.
But now...random thoughts of blankets seemed easier to deal with then the idea of what she was about to do. What if Ron thought it was a bad idea? What if he thought she was being too forward? What if he laughed?
A faint sound was heard at the house, and Hermione watched in nervous anticipation as Ron came out the door and started walking towards her. She and Ginny had concocted the idea of having Ron sleepwalk out to her. When she touched him, he would immediately awaken. Ginny thought it would be more romantic that way. But now, watching Ron approach slowly, Hermione wasn't so sure. Maybe he would be angry at being controlled.
His long red hair ran down the back of his striped pajamas, mussed from sleep. Eyes closed, feet bare, chest (Hermione gulped) bare in the moonlight, he advanced towards her. The tiny flutter in her stomach erupted into a frenzy of bats banging around her midsection. Fear coursed though her as Ron stepped under the low hanging branches, and stopped just outside the ring of candlelight.
It was now or never.
Midnight. The Witching Hour. A huge harvest moon hung over the Burrow, casting shadows and streaks of silver across the wooden shingles; transforming the once simplistic country cottage into an object of magic and mystery.
Two young girls stumbled out of the front door, giggling and pushing each other. Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. Home from Hogwarts with the boys for the Weasley's family reunion. It was a special celebration involving some complicated spells of kinship, a kinship spell that now encompassed Harry and Hermione. Everyone had agreed that the were close enough friends with Ron to be considered family.
But the spell had been concluded hours before, leaving everyone magically drained and exhausted. Every single space imaginable was filled with a snoring Weasley. Uncle JoeJigger was even sleeping in the bathtub. The only movement came from the two girls as they hurried into the meadow behind the house. They were dressed in the robes from the casting, layers and layers of soft white gauzy fabric. Fairly light, but the night was unexpectedly warm. Their bare feet ran swiftly over the tired earth, until the reached the stand of trees. There they huddled together, unseen from the house, obscured by low lying branches of the giant oaks.
“Oh, Hermione,” Ginny giggled, out of breath. “This is going to be so spectacular. He won't know what hit him.”
“Well, I'm nervous, but that's to be expected.” Hermione said calmly, spreading out the plaid blanket she had brought with her. “I've read that this is something I will never forget. I want it to be just right.”
Ginny flopped down on the plaid and began rolling around, running her hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts through the filmy shift. “Oh, Oh, Oh, that's feels soooo good.” she moaned theatrically. “Bleah,” she said sitting up. “Glad it's you and not me. I'm happy for you Hermione. But I really don't see what you see in my brother. He's just so...Ronnish.”
“I”m glad you don't share my feelings,” Hermione said dryly. “That might make things a little awkward.”
“I'll say! Yuck!” Ginny stood up. “Do you need anything else? I put a sleepwalking spell on Ron before we came out here. He should show up in around 15 minutes or so.”
Hermione glanced around the grass beneath the oak trees. There was a warm breeze wafting through the meadow and the sounds of night insects filled the air. The moonshine lit up the night sky, but the place where she and Ginny stood was enveloped in shadows.
“I'd like there to be a few candles in a circle. I can transform some of the flowers, but do you think the light will be seen from the house?”
“Nah, everyone's so exhausted from tonight's work. There was no way in hell Ron would be up and about tonight..” Here Ginny waggled her eyebrows suggestively, “if I hadn't charmed him to come out here. No one will see a thing. Just do itty bitty lights anyways. It will be so much more romantic.”
A few moments later, a ring of tiny candles glowed around the blanket. Ginny put her arms around Hermione, and hugged her tight.
“I hope you have the most wonderful night of your life,” she said, looking into Hermione's eyes. “If he does anything horrible, just let me know and I'll give him the best Bat Bogey I can.”
Hermione shivered. “I'm pretty nervous.”
“Hey, you're my sister now, in a way, I guess. I'm only joking about Ron. I bet he will make this really special for you too. He's loved you for so long, and he's just been afraid you weren't ready for this.”
“Thanks for letting me know that.” Hermione said wryly, twisting her hair around a finger. “I thought I must just not have been that attractive, or that Ron didn't find me exciting or whatever.”
“Not at all. In fact,” Ginny leaned in close and whispered in her friends ears, “I've used the extendable ears from time to time to keep tabs on him, and I've accidently heard him wanking off a couple of times.”
“Gah, Ginny, you're his sister! That's disgusting. Anyways how do you know that has anything to do with me?”
Ginny pulled away and started walking back to the house, laughing. She turned around, walked backwards a few steps. “Because, he was moaning your name. Oh Hermione! Oh Hermione!”
Hermione watched as her friend went back inside. She twiddled her fingers together. Decided to sit down. The blanket was a little scratchy, but not too bad. In fact, she remembered a blanket at home that was really scratchy. She was glad it wasn't that blanket. It was so scratchy. Her cat slept on it. Imagine doing what she planned on doing on THAT blanket. Yep, blankets sure were interesting, in fact....
She groaned covering her face with her hands. She had really underestimated how scared she would be. Since she and Ron had been together all they had done was kiss a few time. Nice kisses sure. But nothing very exciting. No tongues or anything. Hermione had been surprised and actually, a little offended that Ron had never tried anything. Thankfully Ginny had set her clear on that score, and together they had devised a time when Ron and Hermione could have privacy, and a perfect opportunity for...you know.
But now...random thoughts of blankets seemed easier to deal with then the idea of what she was about to do. What if Ron thought it was a bad idea? What if he thought she was being too forward? What if he laughed?
A faint sound was heard at the house, and Hermione watched in nervous anticipation as Ron came out the door and started walking towards her. She and Ginny had concocted the idea of having Ron sleepwalk out to her. When she touched him, he would immediately awaken. Ginny thought it would be more romantic that way. But now, watching Ron approach slowly, Hermione wasn't so sure. Maybe he would be angry at being controlled.
His long red hair ran down the back of his striped pajamas, mussed from sleep. Eyes closed, feet bare, chest (Hermione gulped) bare in the moonlight, he advanced towards her. The tiny flutter in her stomach erupted into a frenzy of bats banging around her midsection. Fear coursed though her as Ron stepped under the low hanging branches, and stopped just outside the ring of candlelight.
It was now or never.