Whoremione\'s Sexcapades

Hermione headed down the hall, and back towards Gryffindor tower, bumping squarely into Ron. “’lo, Hermione,” he said, grinning lopsidedly at her. “Where have you been all night?”

“Helping Professor Snape grade some potions,” she said, feeling a slight blush rising in her cheeks.

“Oh,” he said, regarding her oddly. She wondered if he could tell, and then decided against the idea. “what kind of potions?” She steadied herself for a moment. He was just trying to make conversation, he would never suspect her and Snape.

Suddenly, an idea came to her. She could still feel a tingling between her legs where Snape had left her unsatisfied by virtue in his absorption in his own pleasures. Ron had always acted as though he liked her. She wondered if he would be willing to help her rid herself of the effects of this potion. She could feel the heat starting to course through her again as she stood in the hallway staring at her long-time friend as though seeing him for the first time.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear in what she assumed to be a sexy voice “it was supposed to be a wit sharpening potion, but some abysmally foolish person mixed up the ingredients, and made something that makes you really, really horney.” Her breath was turning ragged now, and she pulled away from Ron, watching the blush creeping up his face.

“Uh, did you, er, test this potion, Hermione?” He was moving his hands as though they had suddenly appeared at the ends of his wrists and he had no idea how they had gotten there nor any thought as to what use to put them to. Hermione grinned. Maybe together they could come up with a thing or two.

“I didn’t know what it would do to me,” she said, batting her eyelashes slightly at him and feeling a slight pout form on her lips. “I thought it was a wit sharpening potion, remember?’

“Oh, uh, yeah, right.” She could see that he was growing more and more uncomfortable. She glanced down at his nether regions, and could see his erection growing through his robes.

“Do you think you could help me Ron,” she asked, grasping his hand and pulling him closer to er as she backed against a wall.

“What do you need help with,” he asked, his hands suddenly losing their inhibitions and starting to move freely over her body. He kissed her gently across her neck and covered her mouth with his own. She could feel his tongue pressing against hers and returned the favor.

“Well,” she said, slightly shamed at what a slut she sounded like after losing her virginity only minutes ago, but desperate to reach an orgasm, “That potion made me so horney…” She let her voice trail off, and waited for his reaction.

She could see his eyes light up with the possibilities. “Oh, okay, sure,” he said, still stammering slightly, but suddenly sounding bit more sure of himself. “I’ve not had much practice thought, he said, reaching a hand through and open slot between button holes in her robe. She felt his fingers creep under her skirt and he found her hard nub, pressing against it through her wet panties. “Just one girl, you know. Don’t tell anyone though, they think it’s been more..”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” she said, grinning like the Cheshire cat as she stroked his cock through the outside of his robes.

She backed against the cold, damp wall of the corridor, and he pressed against her, unbuttoning his robes, and undoing his belt, letting his fly open. He slid his waistband down slightly so that his erection was free. She noticed that his penis looked far more alive than Snape’s had, and ran her hand over it’s exposed length, banding down to take it in her mouth for a moment. He ran his hand up under her robes and pulled her panties off, stuffing them in his pocket. She smiled at him, straightened up, and helped his to situate her against the wall.

With a slight effort, she managed to hike up her robes and skirt and snake her legs around his back. Using the wall for support, Ron entered her far more gently than Snape had, and began his thrusts tenderly at first, kissing her softly, and then with more fervor as he built momentum.

“Is it okay,” he asked her, a human look of concern in his eyes as he pushed deeper and deeper into her.

“It’s fine,” she said offhandedly, almost wishing for him to pump and thrust in the furious way Snape had. She moaned his name, and she could see him smile with pleasure as he deepened his kisses, keeping his rhythm the same. He pressed her harder against the wall and quickened his pace slightly. She could feel herself growing closer to a euphoric explosion as he pumped and pushed, her back scraping and grinding against the castle wall, her wetness seeping slightly down her leg as he thrust in and out, deeper and deeper, harder, faster, and suddenly there was a wave of tension and a flood of heat as she felt him burst forth within her and gradually slow his thrusting, kissing her deeply and tenderly and looking into her eyes. She smiled at him sardonically, fighting the urge to scowl.

He pulled out of her, and hurriedly fixed his robes and pants so that no one would be any the wiser. “Thanks, Hermione,” he whispered. “Was it good for you?”

“Great,” she lied, thinking that if only he could have managed to hold off a moment longer maybe she would have reached her climax instead of still standing here, wrought with sexual frustration. “I’m just going to run off and get cleaned up.” He nodded, heading back towards their common room as she went in the general direction of the prefect’s bathroom.

The clock on the wall said eight fifty. She still had time to get off tonight.