Pornography

Ron slumped down and sat in the underground dungeons of Hogwarts, shivering as he replayed Hermione\'s words in his head over and over. Even before he had the chance to think about it, he knew there would be no second chances with Hermione. Girls didn\'t reject him because of extraneous circumstances. They rejected him because he was unattractive to them somehow. But why? As the thunder roared outside and the dank blackness of the dungeon halls threatened to choke him, Ron went over his entire sexual life to this point. It was painfully short. had had only kissed a girl once - Luna Lovegood. He thought she was totally weird, but that hadn\'t concerned him at that point. They had done it during a game of truth-or-dare on the Hogwarts Express last year, but it felt to Ron that even she, Queen Strange, had been reluctant to do it. What was it about him that seemed to act like some kind of female repellent? Grabbing onto the slime-covered walls, Ron pulled himself up and resumed the walk back to the Gryffindor dorms.



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Mumbling the password, Ron entered the common room. He looked around for a sign of Hermione, but she was nowhere to be found. Sitting around the fireplace was Harry, looking positively toasty compared to his drenched state. Dripping water along the way, Ron wandered over to the couch where Harry was sitting.



Harry looked up. \"Hey, Ron,\" he said. \"How did it go?\"



Ron glanced up and gave him a resigned look. \"She wants me as much as she wants gonorrhea,\" he said darkly.



Harry seemed to barely notice Ron\'s troubled voice, giving him a friendly smile. \"Ah, well, you win some, you lose some, mate. I don\'t think Hermione is really into blokes anyway. She\'s more interested in studying who-knows-what. Here, here, pull up a chair, Ron. Tell me all.\"



Muttering under his breath, Ron slumped on the chair and told him the whole story from start to finish. It all came down to that final, crushing rejection. As Ron poured his heart out to his friend, Harry listened and nodded, occasionally giving a \"that\'s rough\" or \"yeah, that sucks.\" It wasn\'t exactly the kind of reassuring hyperbole Ron needed at that point.



\"...and then I basically ran back here,\" Ron finished. Harry paused for a second, and then put a comforting hand on Ron\'s shoulder.



\"Ah, \'Mione isn\'t what you want in a girlfriend,\" he said. \"Don\'t worry, there\'s plenty of other birds here at Hogwarts. Hell, maybe I can hook you up.\" He yawned. \"Anyways, I\'d best be off to bed now. See you tomorrow, Ron.\" He gave Ron a friendly slap on the back and then headed back into the dorm, leaving Ron alone with his thoughts. Shaking his wet hair, Ron pondered what he was going to do now. There weren\'t really any girls left that he liked for him to go for. He\'d asked out plenty, but they were always busy, or sick, or coming up with a flimsy excuse NOT to go out with him. Suddenly there was a loud noise. Ron turned around as the door opened and in came Neville, looking very pleased with himself.



\"Where were you?\" asked Ron. Neville gave him a winking sort of smile before replying.



\"Well, Ron, actually I was in the library helping this Hufflepuff girl on some homework. I did some of the work for her, and then she did some work on me, if you know what I mean.\" Ron\'s stomach turned over.



\"What the - are you telling me you got some action, Neville?\"



Neville nodded with a sly grin on his face. \"I know how to get my licks, if you know what I\'m saying.\"



\"Yeah, yeah, I know what you\'re saying,\" grumbled Ron as he turned around, still not quite believing what he was hearing. But curosity got the better of him. He turned back. \"Um...so what exactly happened?\"



Neville rolled his eyes. \"I got a blowjob, mate. A little of the old tongue action, if you know what I mean.\"



\"YES, I know what you mean.\"



\"Well, anyway, I\'m all tired out from that now, so I think I\'ll be heading up for a little rest. G\'night, Ron.\"



\"Night,\" Ron said almost inaudibly as he listened to Neville\'s footsteps slowly disappearing up to their room. It\'s not possible, he thought. How could Neville Longbottom be getting more action than he was? Neville was not exactly Joe Popular. He wasn\'t the smartest kid in the world, didn\'t have a lot of prowess at Quidditch, wasn\'t that great-looking; sure, he was more muscular than he used to be, but Ron still couldn\'t understand why Neville was getting his dick sucked and he wasn\'t. Was Neville doing something different? Ron thought, but he felt he had tried pretty much every route to get laid. The Giving-Help-On-The-Homework, The Formal-Asking-Out-On-A-Date, The Get-A-Girl-Drunk-Enough-To-Want-To-Have-Sex, and yet none of these so-called \"classic techniques\" had ever worked. He was going nowhere fast, and this knowledge upset him more on this night than any other.



Getting up, Ron trudged upstairs to the dorm room. It was almost pitch black when he entered through the door to his room, but he could still feel his way over to his bed, quickly slipping off his clothes before collapsing on the bed. He closed his eyes and thought of Hermione. Her long, soft hair, her curvaceous body, her tantalizing breasts...he thought of them achingly, knowing that he would never be able to touch them, to touch her. Hermione was different from all those other girls. With a lot of the other girls, Ron (he admitted to himself) had merely been trying to get some experience, or he didn\'t like the girls all that much. But with Hermione...he would have done anything for her. She was something else, a smart, fun person that he had always had a good relationship with. It had seemed only natural to him that she might also be interested in extending this relationship into something more romantic. But as always, he guessed wrong.



Ron slowly became aware of a rising hardness in his pyjama pants. His throbbing cock pressed ast tst the fabric, begging to be let out for some fresh air, and ideally some fresh pussy. Even though it felt like his heart had been put under a Shredder Spell, Ron couldn\'t help but think aboermiermione. He thought of him telling her that he loved her and wanted her. But this time, her response was different.



\"Ron...\" she seemed to say. \"I can\'t believe it.\" She looked up at him and gave him a seductive smile. Hermione moved towards him as his cock strained against his pyjama bottoms. \"I\'ve wanted you for so long, too.\"



Ron began to stroke his cock through the fabric. \"\'Mione...\"



Turning around, she slowly pulled off her tight top to reveal a black bra that accentuated her breasts, which were even larger than he had thought. As his tongue threatened to hit the floor. She bent over and inched out of her pants. Slowly her panties became visible to him, and as he gazed even more he could see that she was wearing a thong. He approached her and put an appreciative hand on her rear. \"God, \'Mione...you\'ve got such a nice ass...\"



She giggled. \"You like it?\" she asked as she turned around and peeled him out of his shirt, revealing a body that was more muscular than Ron\'s actual one. \"Mmm,\" she sighed as she stroked his pecs and abs. She looked up at him and licked her lips as her hands continued on down to his crotch. Ron moaned as her hands reached his pants and began to move up and down, making it feel like he was going to burst right out of them if she didn\'t stop. All of a sudden, she did. \"Kiss me, Ron,\" she commanded.



Ron responded by grabbing ahold of Hermione and kissing her lustfully, running his hands through her bushy hair and pulling her close to him. Their tongues wrestled for dominance until Ron began moving his lips down her neck, enjoying the pleasured gasps the girl made as he moved down to her...her...



Hermione took off her bra. Her massive breasts burst out and spilled before Ron\'s eyes. \"Keep going...\" she sighed, as he hungrily took each breast and fondled it with his hands, running his tongue all over their roundness until it darted over her dark nipples, which became more and more erect as he ran his tongue over them. Although he enjoyed listening to her moans of pleasure, Ron wanted more.ndinnding down, he grabbed for Hermione\'s thong, pushing it down over her long, exquisite legs. They were so smooth, so beautiful. Parting them slightly, he moved his face very close to her wet pussy.



\"Do it, Ron...\" Hermione seemed to be begging. \"Please...I want you...\" Hearing those words was like a fire igniting in his brain, and he hungrily made for her inner folds, lifting them up and licking her soft, feminine centre over and over. She gave a loud gasp and pleaded for him to continue as Ron continued licking her harder and harder, feeling her hands desperately run through his hair as she felt around for something, anything to prevent her from going absolutely fucking crazy. As he ate her pussy like a madman, Ron felt like a starving man who\'d just been treated to a turkey dinner. She wanted him so badly, and the thought made him want her even more. Hermione\'s gasps become shorter, more frenzied, until she came, letting out a scream as Ron\'s fingers made their way into her pussy and helped her come. As he felt his way through her pussy, Ron licked up her juices. \"Hermione...\" he groaned. \"So sweet....\"



Lifting himself up, he turned Hermione around once again to stare at her round, firm ass cheeks. Staring at her body hungrily, Ron almost desperately tore off his pants, which had become excruciatingly tight. Grabbing ahold of Hermione\'s buttocks, he brought his large cock towards her sopping wet entrance, slowly inching his length into her and enjoying her pleasured screams as he made his way through her. Fully in, Ron began to move in and out of Hermione, moaning as he started to move faster and faster. \"Fuck, \'Mione\" he muttered as she continued to let out agonized cries of pleasure.



Her hair became a tangled mess as he pounded into her, driving her to the brink with ecstasy. \"Ron...yes...\" she managed as his relentless cock continued to slam into her pussy. \"Fuck me...\" Ron continued to fuck her with an animalistic passion, not wanting to stop but feeling like he wouldn\'t be able to continue much longer. Hermione squealed as he slapped her ass and reached around to stroke her clit. Suddenly, Ron withdrew from Hermione. She gave him a questioning look that clearly said she wanted him back in, before he turned her around and now mounted her from the top, kissing her deeply as he moved his shaft back into her and continued his work, wanting to finish what he had begun. \"I love you, \'Mione.\"



\"I love you, too.\" Hermione smiled as Ron moved in and out of her, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. \"Ow, Ron,\" Hermione sudenly said. \"Slow down a bit, tiger,\" she followed while retaining that smile. But for some reason, Ron thought he might ignore her advice. Not knowing quite why, he continued to fuck her even faster and harder. Hermione\'s smile faded as a distinct look of unease crossed her face. \"Ron, please...you\'re hurting me...\" she whined as he pumped her. Looking into her face, Ron suddenly remembered who she was. This was the girl that had rejected him, like all the others, but whom he had greater feelings than anyone he had ever known. He wanted her more than anything in the world, but she didn\'t want to know.



Growling, Ron slammed into Hermione like a jackhammer. She began to cry out in pain. \"RON!...stop, it really hurts...I don\'t know why you\'re doing this...\" He fucked her faster and faster, listening to her screams grow louder and louder, watching the look of growing horror on her face. And almost...enjoying it.



With a sudden force, Ron rammed his cock as hard as he could into Hermione. He came almost instantly, as a jet of cum exploded out of his cock and all over his hand while he jerked himself off forcefully. And almost like that, he remembered where he was. He was in the dorm, with Harry and Neville. Merlin, he hoped he hadn\'t woken them up.



Fumbling around for a tissue, Ron wiped himself off, pulling his pyjama pants back on and settling back into his bed for some sleep. But the fantasy he had just had worried him. He had always had fantasies about Hermione, loving her, admiring her as a goddess. But they had never ended like this. It was somewhat...discomforting.



Before he could think about it much more, Ron was asleep.