The Holidays Are Here

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I pretend to own any of the musical or lyrical content of the songs I have placed in this chapter. They are not associated personally or professionally with anything having to do with adult rated entertainment. I have placed them in the story to further the reader's enjoyment. A list of credits has been included after the chapter conclusion, instead of here, as to not spoil any of the reader's fun.

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Chapter Eleven

Standing in front of the door, Ron's eyes were still closed, at Hermione's request. “Are we there?”
“Yes. Hang on, I'm not sure of something. Keep your eyes closed.” She closed her own eyes for a moment, thinking. “Alright,” she opened the door. “Don't open your eyes just yet, but come inside.” She held him by the hand and led him in.

Ron heard the door shut behind him. “Can I look yet?”
“Yes.” Hermione was pleased with herself.

Ron opened his eyes, expecting to squint right away, to adjust to the light after having his eyes closed for what must have been a good thirty minutes. He was pleased to find himself in a dim room, lit only by candles sitting atop candelabra in each of the four corners of the large rectangular room. Flowing curtains of deep crimson lined each wall, and another hung from above, covering the ceiling. A large four-poster sat in the middle of the room atop thick ebony carpet.

The curtains of the bed were of a sheer ebony fabric, all pulled closed, preventing him from seeing the color of the linen lining the plush mattresses and pillows. As he moved toward the bed, he felt a gentle breeze. Looking around, he found the candles splashing their orange light vigorously, despite the fact that no windows were present. A faint scent of peach was entwined with the mysterious breeze that continued to flow. There was no doubt in his mind as to what his Christmas present would be.

Walking to one corner of the room, he inspected the candelabra there. It was comprised of a black iron rod about an inch in diameter, and roughly five feet tall at the fork. Four offshoot rods split out, curving up to eye level at his height as the center rod continued up a few inches higher, holding a total of five candles. Each corner of the room held identical candelabra to this one.

Reaching out past the flickering light, he felt the fabric of the curtain. He wasn't sure what it was, but it felt exquisitely expensive. Examining the corner, he found that the fabric never stopped, but ran around the entire room. Looking up, he noticed no seams connecting the fabric on the wall to the fabric hanging above. The entire lining was one piece, obviously custom made for this room.

“Lock the door and come to bed Ronald,” he heard her say in the best sultry voice she could produce. He turned to find Hermione had already undressed, and was laying between the sheets on the far side of the bed. He wondered why he hadn't heard her movements, the room was far too quiet for any sound to go unnoticed. She had pulled back the curtains on what appeared to be his side of the bed, affording him his first view of the linens.

They were a dark ebony, with no trace of any other color at all. Silk, by the way the candlelight bounced off of them. There was no comforter above the top sheet, and naturally so. Even in the dead of winter this room was warm. He looked to her body, silhouetted under the sheet up to the area of her breasts just past her nipples. She was laying on her side facing him, her head propped up by her arm. Her other arm was casually draped over her stomach. He started at her feet, crossed by the way the sheet fell around them. His eyes continued to trace the outline of her figure to the roundness of her hips. He followed up to where the linen turned down at her breasts, carefully hiding from his view. The dark color of the sheet forced her skin into a pale white by comparison.

Ron found himself having to concentrate to recall what she had just said. Slowly, it came to him. Lock the door and come to bed Ronald. He walked to the door, to find it already locked. He turned back around and began walking to the bed. Stopping halfway, he noticed a nightstand next to the bed on his side. He was certain it wasn't there before, wasn't he? The candlelight flickered as he felt the gentle breeze again. When had it stopped? The scent of peaches penetrated his senses once again. He could also hear music now. How long had it been playing? What was it? Nothing he recognized, but it was good for the mood. Mallets were lightly playing on toms as a keyboard played something that sounded like it might be influenced by something from the middle east. A bass line was playing a droning tune over and over. Then he heard lyrics:

Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn.
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning.
Under the eaves the swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

He looked around the room again, searching for the origin of the sound, but found only the crimson curtain. The music intensified, gaining momentum, building to a head. He heard cymbals crashing, the toms being hit as hard as one could play them without breaking. Then it all stopped. Only the droning bass remained as the song continued.

Ron's curiosity was peaked. “Where are we?”
“I'm not telling.” she answered. “It's my little secret.”

There was something familiar about the room, but he couldn't quite get control of the thought that would tell him. It lingered everywhere in his brain, just out of reach. Was it the furnishings? No, not that. The candelabra, perhaps? No, he's seen a million different types of those. These may very well be somewhere else in the castle. The castle...Were they even still in the castle? They did walk an awful lot, up and down flights upon flights of stairs.

“Are we even in the castle?”
“Come to bed Ronald.” This was the only answer he would get from her.

Giving up, he walked to the nightstand and placed her present on top of it. He quickly slipped out of his clothes, and slid into bed, closing the curtains. He swam all around on the sheets as he tried to position himself on his side, facing her. Silk sheets indeed, and they felt very good against his skin. He looked past her lithe body, through the sheer ebony curtains of the four-poster. The candlelight had dimmed considerably. Were they burning out? No, certainly not, there was still over ten inches left to each one, yet their flames were barely visible.

He looked back to Hermione. There was light enough for him to see her skin stand out against the darkness that now surrounded them. He slid across the sheets to the center of the bed, putting an arm across her waist. She pushed him to his back, and lay on top of him, straddling his hips with hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rest her body atop his. She rubbed her entire torso across his, her breasts dragging around his chest, the softness of her abdomen caressing his.

He wrapped his arms around her, exploring the soft muscles along the entire length of her back. He caressed the softness of her hips as she continued to rub her upper body on him. Taking his hands, she pinned them above his head as she began to moisten the tricep area of his right arm with her tongue. The mysterious breeze came again, and he felt a chill on his skin where she had just licked him. All of his hairs stood on end now as he tried to anticipate where she would go next.

Letting go of his wrists, she put a hand to his cheek as she swirled her tongue across his chest. He nibbled at her fingertips and kissed at her open palm. Making her way to a nipple, she licked around it. She kissed it. She gently bit at it. Moving on, she draped her tongue to the sensitive area on his side directly down from the nipple. She kissed him there, sucking hard on his skin. He sucked in a quick gasp as he instinctively jerked one of his arms from where she left them, to where her lips were. She caught it with her free hand and lost it in the thickness of her curls, forcing him to endure her desires. That's going to leave a mark. She trailed down his side, stopping to kiss each rib. At the last one, she finally spoke to him.

“One from you, to create me.” Without looking at him, she asked “Was it worth it?”

He could barely breathe, yet she wanted him to answer her? He could only nod his his head, hoping her hand would read his answer. She continued down his side, stopping at the mid point between the rib and his hip. Again, she sucked sharply at the soft area of his flesh, and again he pulled a quick gasp into his lungs. He felt a tingle run across the muscles of his stomach.

Ron noticed the music had changed. All that was audible was a mans voice, speaking softly with an echo to it:

At this moment, you should be with us,
Feeling as we do, like you loved to,
But never will again.

The man went on, but Ron could no longer focus on what he said. Hermione had moved closer to his front, but not quite all the way to the top. She dragged her tongue slowly down to the edge of his red fur, then across the flesh covering the area where his hip joins to his thigh. She worked her way to the side of his bum where he expected another shot of pain against his skin, but instead she blew a cool breath along the trail her tongue had just made. His hairs stood on end again. The man's voice was buried behind slow music now that seemed to enhance the moment. He began to sing:

Three days was the morning.
My focus three days old.
My head, it landed.
To the sounds of cricket bows.

Ron's hazy concentration on the music was broken by Hermione slipping his hardness into her mouth. Her curls tickled him as he felt them raise and lower with her movement. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling it away to find her cinnamon eyes staring up at him. His desires seemed to be in rhythm with the music now. The song was still soft, but an energy was building in the background that would not stay there for long. The man was singing again:

I am a proud man anyway...
Covered now by three days...

She pushed one hand behind him, sliding it along the silk, resting at his lower back. She massaged it, pulling him up and letting him fall as she continued to swallow as much of him as she could. She moved with the same rhythm and intensity of the music that had now sped up.

True hunting is over.
No herds to follow.
Without game, men prey on each other.
The family weakens by the bite we swallow...

He was ready to release when she stopped, holding his sensitive cock in her gentle grasp. She let go as she slid up to meet his face with hers, rubbing her body on his cock all the way. Hermione kissed him deeply, passionately. The song had ended, and was replaced by another, but he didn't listen to what it was. His attention was focused now on her, and what she was doing. Reaching behind, she grabbed him once again, and positioned herself over his cock. “I love you,” she said as she lowered her pussy down onto him. She moved slowly, going up and down without rhythm, not allowing him to anticipate when her next movement would be.

“I am sufficiently tortured, Hermione.”
“Who said anything about torture?”

She sat up, placing her hands behind her onto his thighs, supporting herself as she now began a slow rhythm As she shrugged the silk sheet off her back, the dim light gave way as the candlelight increased. He was able to see her body without restraint now, and for the first time, he saw her completely bald pussy.

“Oh my,” were the only words he could manage.
“Do you like it?” She asked as she continued moving her pussy up and down on him.
“Yes.”

She began a new rhythm of raising slowly, then letting herself drop hard into him. Each time she went down, his cock pushed against her sweet spot, infuriating her desires. Her chest began to heave with deep breaths. Ron reached up with one hand to caress her breasts as his other hand trailed down to her smooth pussy. He drew invisible shapes on the skin where her fur used to be.

His eyes focused on her throat as she leaned her head back. It seemed to be calling for him, begging for attention. He sat up, and lifted her body off the bed to allow her to reposition her legs. As he lowered them both back down, she shifted her weight to her feet, which were now flat on the bed and slightly behind him. Draping her arms over his shoulders, she began pulling herself up and down again. He leaned into her, and hugged her tight as she continued to screw her pussy down on his cock.

Their tongues met, and fought passionately in their mouths. She loved the feeling of their lips rubbing together as they kissed. It seemed to propel her forward in her search for his lust. Sensing her stamina draining, Ron took over, thrusting upward into her. Their eyes locked onto one another as she released control to him, and began listening to the music.

In your eyes.
The resolution of all the fruitless searches.
In your eyes.
I see the light and the heat.
In your eyes.
I want to be that complete.
I want to touch the light.
The heat I see in your eyes.

She continued to return his stare as he pushed into her. Her heaving breaths gave way to slow, hard, sharp breaths as he increased his speed. He was connecting with her sweet spot non-stop, and her pussy finally gave in to the pressure of her desire. She felt herself squeezing down on him as he pushed in and stopped, savoring the moments of her spasms.

He picked her up, and rolled forward, laying her on her back. His thrusts continued, but at a slower pace. Sweat began to slip from his temples, rolling down his cheeks. Collecting on his chin, it fell from him and landed on her chest. She reached out and held his bum, pulling him into her harder. Her upper arms pressed her round breasts together, forming a beautiful line of cleavage from her neckline down her sternum.

Ron took her legs by the ankles and placed them both over his left shoulder, his hips refusing to stop. He wasn't able to plunge as deeply into her now, which was fine with him. He wanted to maintain pleasing her without worrying about finishing too soon. She laid her arms on the mattress above her head as she concentrated on anticipating his motions. But he had stopped briefly, rolling her legs down to the bed on his left side. Her upper body turned with them, and she was now laying on her side as he resumed making love to her. He placed both hands on her hip, using it as leverage to pull himself into her.

He marveled at her beauty, and her willingness to accept him in the most intimate of ways. His lust was gaining momentum now, but he fought against his desire to go faster. His heart was beating furiously now. They had been making love for what seemed like hours in this mysterious room. The scent of peaches filled his every pore, and he began to give in to his desire for release.

Stopping again briefly, but not withdrawing, he rolled her over onto her stomach and began again. She raised her hips off the bed, shifting her weight to her knees. Positioning her elbows under her, she raised herself off of the silk beneath them. Ron grabbed her bum as he stopped his thrusts. Hermione clearly wanted to take control, and he didn't resist. She rocked her light body back and forth quicker now, riding his cock with deep breaths each time she collided with him.

Ron looked down at her bald pussy lips as they stretched around his shaft. He saw her cum collecting all around his cock, and knew there would be more soon. Her pussy began to flutter, spasms building on one another. She began to let small cries slip from her lips. Reaching between her legs, she massaged her clit.

“I want you to cum inside me,” she said between her deep sighs. “I took a contraceptive potion yesterday while you were out.”

The thought of releasing inside of her drove his lust closer to the point of no return. He took control from Hermione, thrusting hard and fast now. Feeling his balls swell, he knew it wouldn't be long. He massaged her bum as he pulled her into him. She grabbed a pillow, biting into it as she began to scream. Her pussy trembled on the verge of orgasm, release just beyond it's grasp. Ron began to moan uncontrollably now, as he sensed how close she was to climax.

Both of them cried out in ecstasy one final time as he pushed in as far as he could, hitting her sweet spot with more pressure than he had all morning. Her pussy seized once more on his cock, milking his hot cum into her, coating every fiber of muscle lining she had. It spilled out of her bald slit past his cock, and began running down her thighs. She pulled herself off of him, and laid flat onto the bed. He collapsed next to her, losing himself in her honey colored hair. He traced a hand lightly up and down her back. “I love you, Hermione Granger.”

She rolled over to him and kissed him once more as she heard music again.

If we burn our wings.
Flying too close to the sun.
If the moment of glory.
Is over before it's begun.

“Have you figured out where we are?”
“Nope. Give me a hint”
She glanced over her shoulder, his eyes following. A shower materialized from thin air. Ron smacked himself for forgetting about this place. “The Room of Requirement. I should have guessed it over an hour ago. Sometimes I think you're too good for me, you know. You've had complete control over this place since we stepped through the door, haven't you?”

“One more question,” he said. “What was with the music? I've never heard any of it before, but I really liked it.”
“Muggle bands,” she replied. “It's all stuff I heard growing up, or while I would be home for summer holiday. My parents would play these particular songs quite a bit, so naturally, I thought of them.”

“I hope you enjoyed it. Merry Christmas Ron.” She hugged him tight.
“Let's go have a shower.” He smiled at her as the music continued.

We will pay the price.
But we will not count the cost.

The two of them stayed in the hot water for another half hour or so, exploring each other's most intimate places all over again. Water rolled off her breasts into his face as he enjoyed her bald pussy with his mouth. They continued to play back and forth until Ron pinned her against the wall of the shower, fucking her until he finally came inside her again.

They each washed the other's body, using large amounts of soap. Ron took special care while washing Hermione's hair. She playfully washed his bum over and over before they both had decided they were ready to get out. After they were dry, and had their clothes back on, the curtain faded away on the wall opposite the door, and a roaring fireplace appeared as well as a love seat. The two of them sat down, and Ron handed her the gift.

Opening it, she saw the quill first, then revealed the notebook. “Oh my God! Ron, how did you....Do you know what this is?”
“Sure, it's a fancy lessons notebook.”
“No, it's more than that. I'll tell you later.” She set it down on the coffee table that appeared in front of them. “Come here, you.” She pulled him into her, stealing a long kiss as the music filled their ears.

I am human and I need to be loved.
Just like everybody else does.

An alarm clock sounded. “Perfect timing,” she said. “Let's go eat, I'm famished.”
“That tends to happen when you torture your boyfriend for too long.” He gave her a good swat on the bum as they stood up. Everything in the room faded, returning to it's normal state as they left.

-End Chapter

Song credits:

“Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun” – Pink Floyd
“Three Days” – Jane's Addiction
“In Your Eyes” – Peter Gabriel
“Bravado” - Rush
“How Soon Is Now” - The Smiths