True Friendship
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Ron/Hermione
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Adult +
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7,990
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Hermione
“Then GO!” roared Harry. “Go back to them, pretend you’ve got over your spattergroit and Mummy’ll be able to feed you up and –”
Ron made a sudden movement: Harry reacted, but before either wand was clear of its owner’s pocket, Hermione had raised her own.
“Protego!” she cried, and an invisible shield expanded between her and Harry on the one side and Ron on the other; all of them were forced backward a few steps by the strength of the spell, and Harry and Ron glared from either side of the transparent barrier as though they were seeing each other clearly for the first time. Harry felt a corrosive hatred toward Ron: Something had broken between them.
“Leave the Horcrux,” Harry said.
Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you staying, or what?”
“I…” She looked anguished. “Yes – yes, I’m staying. Ron, we said we’d go with Harry, we said we’d help – “
“I get it. You choose him.”
“Ron, no – please – come back, come back!”
She was impeded by her own Shield Charm; by the time she had removed it he had already stormed into the night. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sobbing and calling Ron’s name amongst the trees.
After a few minutes she returned, her sopping hair plastered to her face.
“He’s g-g-gone! Disapparated!”
She threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione cried herself to sleep most nights after Ron left. No matter how much time passed, the sting of his departure did not lessen. She never realized, until that moment, just how much Ronald Weasley meant to her.
She busied herself with studying spells, reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard, with planning, with everything besides the red-headed boy who had deserted them. She occupied her mind; she blocked thoughts of him out. She had seriously considered performing a memory charm on herself multiple times, but managed to talk herself out of it.
Two nights after Ron had left, she was flipping through Advanced Defensive Spells. She wasn’t even reading the pages anymore – she had already read it twenty times and knew which spells she needed and which she didn’t. She just needed something to occupy her mind.
Despite the fact that she wasn’t paying attention to the book, she couldn’t help but emit a startled yelp when a pale, freckled hand alighted on its pages and gently pushed the book down. Tears were in her eyes even before she looked up, but streaked down her face the second the landed on his face.
She had long since memorized every freckle, ever hair, every inch of his skin, but even still, she was overcome with joy and relief when she saw him standing in front of her.
She quickly jumped onto her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck in a fierce hug, her lips crashing against his. The feverish kiss seemed to last forever, yet when she pulled back for air, it seemed to not have lasted long enough.
“Hermione…” he began, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek. Her lips crashed against his again before he could finish, trying her hardest to convey that he didn’t need to say anything. Her arms pulled him closer and his hands fumbled a bit before resting on her hips, giving them a soft squeeze.
Too long… she thought, only half-surprised when her hands moved down to slide under his shirt. Her fingertips danced over his abdomen and across his sinuous muscles. He’s been gone for far too long.
His hands slid down, moving gently over her butt and squeezing softly. Her body reacted immediately, trying to get as close as possible while her heartbeat sped up as her chest pressed against his. She let out the softest of moans as Ron took his cue, lifting her gingerly and carrying her to her bunk. The possibility of getting caught, of making Harry uncomfortable with their actions didn’t even begin to register in her mind. All she wanted, all she had ever wanted, was Ronald Weasley’s arms around her, his lips pressed against hers. And now, having those things, she only wanted one thing more.
She gently pushed the big redhead back, smiling up to him. He gave her a slightly quizzical look until she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it away. The confused look was soon replaced by a look of hunger as she guided his hands to her breasts, squeezing his fingers so that they squeezed her breasts, and she leaned up to kiss his thick, strong neck.
“I want you…” she whispered across his skin, her voice sultry and wanton.
That characteristic blush spread across his cheeks for just a moment before he nodded and leaned down, his hands gentle as he pulled the cups of her bra down and then snaked around behind her to unclasp and remove the white cotton garment.
His lips were soft, so much softer than she remembered, and his breath was hot and just barely uneven as he took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked softly, lovingly, eliciting a loud gasp from the brunette’s lips. Her hands curled into his hair and her back arched up a bit, desperate to offer him more of her. A shudder snaked down her spine as his tongue swirled around the tip, and she couldn’t fight back a moan when she felt one of his hands slid between her legs, parting them slightly so that he could massage her clit and drive her even wilder.
It wasn’t long before she pulled his head up and once again claimed his lips with her own, her fingers moving down to fumble with his belt buckle and the clasp of his trousers. When she had them both finally open, he gently pulled back, standing next to the bed. He gave her a shy wink and quickly pulled his shirt off. She couldn’t help but blush at the side of his broad chest, his muscled arms and chiseled abdomen. Quidditch had definitely been good to him.
Her eyes followed the small trail of fiery red hair leading down from his bellybutton to his maroon boxer shorts, which she now noticed was slightly tented. He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement, freeing his now rock-hard member and giving her a full view of his body.
She was sure she was a shade of crimson now, her eyes roaming over and feasting on the sight of his oh-so-perfect flesh. She reached forward and slid her hand along his length, giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked up at him, seeing that blush covering his face once more, and made a snap decision. Within moments, his cock was buried completely in her mouth, her lips slightly nestled in the small mound of hair that framed its base, and she smirked as he let loose a deep, low moan.
His hands curled in her hair as she began bobbing her head and sucking on his member, his hips starting to rock a bit, though she could tell and was grateful that he was holding himself back, probably for her own comfort. He let her continue for a few moments before pulling her up, his lips crashing feverishly against hers yet again as his hands managed to divest her of the rest of her clothing.
Within moments, she was pressed against one of the tent posts with her legs wrapped around his waist, his body pressed completely against hers, his member sandwiched between them both, the shaft throbbing against her entrance. She couldn’t stop from letting out a soft whimper as he repositioned himself, hating the momentary loss of feeing against her. She didn’t have to wait long, though, and in one quick thrust, he was buried completely to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside her.
His breathing was labored as he rested against her, giving her a moment to get comfortable. Once she adjusted, she moved her hips a bit, suggesting that he start moving again. He took the hint right away, slowly sliding back before sliding back in, his hips working up a slow, sensual rhythm. He felt perfect inside her, like he was the only person who belonged in this position with her, and she was amazed by the amount of pleasure she was feeling.
His lips peppered her neck with kisses and her back arched upward each time he thrust up into her. It wasn’t long before her nails were digging into his back, her orgasm building like she had never felt before. She moaned out his name as she came, and her whole body shook as she felt him come inside her as well. They rode out the wave of climax for a few moments before collapsing onto her bunk, his strong arms wrapping possessively around her.
“Thank you” she whispered, her hands running over his chest as she curled against him. “Thank you so much.”
The fact that he was gone in the morning didn’t bother her. She knew he would be.
-- [END CHAPTER 1] --
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1. Chapter 2 will be forthcoming. Please leave comments in the review section - I would love to knwo what you thought. Thanks for reading!
Ron made a sudden movement: Harry reacted, but before either wand was clear of its owner’s pocket, Hermione had raised her own.
“Protego!” she cried, and an invisible shield expanded between her and Harry on the one side and Ron on the other; all of them were forced backward a few steps by the strength of the spell, and Harry and Ron glared from either side of the transparent barrier as though they were seeing each other clearly for the first time. Harry felt a corrosive hatred toward Ron: Something had broken between them.
“Leave the Horcrux,” Harry said.
Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you staying, or what?”
“I…” She looked anguished. “Yes – yes, I’m staying. Ron, we said we’d go with Harry, we said we’d help – “
“I get it. You choose him.”
“Ron, no – please – come back, come back!”
She was impeded by her own Shield Charm; by the time she had removed it he had already stormed into the night. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sobbing and calling Ron’s name amongst the trees.
After a few minutes she returned, her sopping hair plastered to her face.
“He’s g-g-gone! Disapparated!”
She threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione cried herself to sleep most nights after Ron left. No matter how much time passed, the sting of his departure did not lessen. She never realized, until that moment, just how much Ronald Weasley meant to her.
She busied herself with studying spells, reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard, with planning, with everything besides the red-headed boy who had deserted them. She occupied her mind; she blocked thoughts of him out. She had seriously considered performing a memory charm on herself multiple times, but managed to talk herself out of it.
Two nights after Ron had left, she was flipping through Advanced Defensive Spells. She wasn’t even reading the pages anymore – she had already read it twenty times and knew which spells she needed and which she didn’t. She just needed something to occupy her mind.
Despite the fact that she wasn’t paying attention to the book, she couldn’t help but emit a startled yelp when a pale, freckled hand alighted on its pages and gently pushed the book down. Tears were in her eyes even before she looked up, but streaked down her face the second the landed on his face.
She had long since memorized every freckle, ever hair, every inch of his skin, but even still, she was overcome with joy and relief when she saw him standing in front of her.
She quickly jumped onto her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck in a fierce hug, her lips crashing against his. The feverish kiss seemed to last forever, yet when she pulled back for air, it seemed to not have lasted long enough.
“Hermione…” he began, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek. Her lips crashed against his again before he could finish, trying her hardest to convey that he didn’t need to say anything. Her arms pulled him closer and his hands fumbled a bit before resting on her hips, giving them a soft squeeze.
Too long… she thought, only half-surprised when her hands moved down to slide under his shirt. Her fingertips danced over his abdomen and across his sinuous muscles. He’s been gone for far too long.
His hands slid down, moving gently over her butt and squeezing softly. Her body reacted immediately, trying to get as close as possible while her heartbeat sped up as her chest pressed against his. She let out the softest of moans as Ron took his cue, lifting her gingerly and carrying her to her bunk. The possibility of getting caught, of making Harry uncomfortable with their actions didn’t even begin to register in her mind. All she wanted, all she had ever wanted, was Ronald Weasley’s arms around her, his lips pressed against hers. And now, having those things, she only wanted one thing more.
She gently pushed the big redhead back, smiling up to him. He gave her a slightly quizzical look until she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it away. The confused look was soon replaced by a look of hunger as she guided his hands to her breasts, squeezing his fingers so that they squeezed her breasts, and she leaned up to kiss his thick, strong neck.
“I want you…” she whispered across his skin, her voice sultry and wanton.
That characteristic blush spread across his cheeks for just a moment before he nodded and leaned down, his hands gentle as he pulled the cups of her bra down and then snaked around behind her to unclasp and remove the white cotton garment.
His lips were soft, so much softer than she remembered, and his breath was hot and just barely uneven as he took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked softly, lovingly, eliciting a loud gasp from the brunette’s lips. Her hands curled into his hair and her back arched up a bit, desperate to offer him more of her. A shudder snaked down her spine as his tongue swirled around the tip, and she couldn’t fight back a moan when she felt one of his hands slid between her legs, parting them slightly so that he could massage her clit and drive her even wilder.
It wasn’t long before she pulled his head up and once again claimed his lips with her own, her fingers moving down to fumble with his belt buckle and the clasp of his trousers. When she had them both finally open, he gently pulled back, standing next to the bed. He gave her a shy wink and quickly pulled his shirt off. She couldn’t help but blush at the side of his broad chest, his muscled arms and chiseled abdomen. Quidditch had definitely been good to him.
Her eyes followed the small trail of fiery red hair leading down from his bellybutton to his maroon boxer shorts, which she now noticed was slightly tented. He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement, freeing his now rock-hard member and giving her a full view of his body.
She was sure she was a shade of crimson now, her eyes roaming over and feasting on the sight of his oh-so-perfect flesh. She reached forward and slid her hand along his length, giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked up at him, seeing that blush covering his face once more, and made a snap decision. Within moments, his cock was buried completely in her mouth, her lips slightly nestled in the small mound of hair that framed its base, and she smirked as he let loose a deep, low moan.
His hands curled in her hair as she began bobbing her head and sucking on his member, his hips starting to rock a bit, though she could tell and was grateful that he was holding himself back, probably for her own comfort. He let her continue for a few moments before pulling her up, his lips crashing feverishly against hers yet again as his hands managed to divest her of the rest of her clothing.
Within moments, she was pressed against one of the tent posts with her legs wrapped around his waist, his body pressed completely against hers, his member sandwiched between them both, the shaft throbbing against her entrance. She couldn’t stop from letting out a soft whimper as he repositioned himself, hating the momentary loss of feeing against her. She didn’t have to wait long, though, and in one quick thrust, he was buried completely to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside her.
His breathing was labored as he rested against her, giving her a moment to get comfortable. Once she adjusted, she moved her hips a bit, suggesting that he start moving again. He took the hint right away, slowly sliding back before sliding back in, his hips working up a slow, sensual rhythm. He felt perfect inside her, like he was the only person who belonged in this position with her, and she was amazed by the amount of pleasure she was feeling.
His lips peppered her neck with kisses and her back arched upward each time he thrust up into her. It wasn’t long before her nails were digging into his back, her orgasm building like she had never felt before. She moaned out his name as she came, and her whole body shook as she felt him come inside her as well. They rode out the wave of climax for a few moments before collapsing onto her bunk, his strong arms wrapping possessively around her.
“Thank you” she whispered, her hands running over his chest as she curled against him. “Thank you so much.”
The fact that he was gone in the morning didn’t bother her. She knew he would be.
-- [END CHAPTER 1] --
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1. Chapter 2 will be forthcoming. Please leave comments in the review section - I would love to knwo what you thought. Thanks for reading!