Candlelight

Walking outside the ring herself, she stood right in front of him. She could see his chest rising with each deep breath. She was surprised and a little tingly as she noticed that Ron's chest, bare of hair, was pale, smooth and decently muscled. She had never seen him without his shirt off.


With a tentative finger, she reached out and touched him whisper soft, on his shoulder trailing down to the top of his pj bottoms. Ron's blue eyes shot open, and he lurched to the side.


“What the bloody hell is going on?” he muttered hazily, looking around from side to side, taking in his strange surroundings. He looked up and saw Hermione standing there, next to him.

“Hermione,” he said in utter confusion, “What is...where are we....I was asleep..what...”

Now or never.

Hermione stepped forward placing her hands on Ron's chest. He froze, the words dying on his lips as he looked down at her. She slid her hands slowly up his chest, reaching up into his hair behind his neck. Ron shivered but looked down at her. She pulled his head down towards her, until his lips were only a few inches from hers. His eyes were glued to hers. She licked her lips, closed her eyes and kissed him.


Gently. Softy. His lips found hers and they were soft. He kissed her lightly back, putting his arms around her. Then very gently pulled back.

“What in the world is going on here?” he murmured. “There I was, minding my own business, dreaming something very similar to this actually, and then suddenly here I am...and here you are.”


He looked down at the girl in his arms, a slight grin dancing around his face.

Hermione looked up into his blue eyes. She smiled. And ran her hands up and down his chest, as lightly as possible, barely grazing his skin with the tips of her fingers.


“Not that I'm complaining,” he whispered, clasping one of her hands in his.

She gently pulled him down onto the blanket, and lay herself down, still looking into his eyes. She smelled the night blooming flowers and saw glimpses of flickering starlight between the branches of the oak above her. Ron lay down next to her, propped up on his elbow, looking down into her face, the tips of his hair brushing her shoulder. He was smiling such a nice wonderful smile. When he bent down and kissed her, she was surrounded by the waterfall of his hair. He smelled like soap and something spicy, like pumpkin pie. But also, there was another smell that made Hermione squirm. Something just Ron. Something that helped her feel bold enough to open her mouth, and flick her tongue into his mouth. He responded immediately, as if he had just been kissing her innocently until she had asked for more; his kisses became immediately more intense. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down towards herself. He kept kissing her, his tongue exploring ever inch of her mouth, but he got the idea and pulled his body on top of hers, nestling his hips against hers, his legs between her outstretched ones. Ron began to rain kisses up and down her neck, sucking and licking like it was a new found Honeyduke's treat he couldn't get enough of. His hips ground into her, and Hermione stopped worrying about whether he found her attractive or not. The stony erection he pushed into her belly over and over was testament to that. His pajama bottoms did little to disguise his feelings. Thinking of clothes, Hermione decided it was time to shed hers.

She pushed Ron up, and sat up herself. With one hand, she reached up to untie the the loose gown which closed at her waist with a wide, white ribbon. Ron stopped her hands.


“Hermione, we don't have to do this. Kissing you is enough.”


“It's not enough for me Ron.” she whispered looking down, as she stood up onto her feet. Keeping her eyes on him, she undid the knot at her waist, and let the white gossamer gown slip open revealing her young body to Ron.


Kneeling in front of her, feeling the blanket rough on his knees, he gazed upwards. She was exposed from head to toe, with only the robe like a waterfall around the column of her body. He bent down and kissed her feet, looked up and placed his hands on her ankles, slowly gently bringing them up to her knees, up the outside of her thighs, so smooth and white, at her waist. He stood up, and brought his hands up her arms, and down to her chest. His warm hands on her breasts. It felt so perfect, so wonderful, Hermione arched back as he began to every so gently knead her breasts, but a small whimper escaped her as she felt his tongue on her nipple, drawing wet circles around and around, only to have him suckle her gently but with pressure.


“Ron,” she whispered, “not that I'm complaining, but how...” She stopped her words with a small gasp when he placed one hand on her other breast and the other hand on the small of her back, drawing her closer into his mouth.


“Never mind.”

They stood their for several minutes. Ron's wet mouth warmed her breasts, and caused strange, new feelings to spread from Hermione's center outwards across her whole body. She didn't want this feeling of warmth, and closeness to ever end, and when his mouth left her body she looked down in confusion.


Ron just straightened up and smiled at her. It was a sweet smile, a smile full of love, but there was a different look in his eyes. His eyes were looking at her in a new way that made Hermione begin to blush. And with those eyes locked on hers, he pushed down his striped pajama bottoms to show her further evidence of this newfound arousal. The blush deepened to a crimson as she saw Ron's erection. Here was her first glimpse at a man's penis. Of course she had seen it in books but...


“Touch me, Hermione.


Hermione looked around her, glancing briefly to see if Fred and George would jump out of the bushes in shrieks of hysterics. When she ascertained that yes, they were truly alone, Hermione reached her hand forward and tentatively touched Ron.

He groaned and pushed his length fully into her hand, smearing some release across her palm. He was hard and soft at the same time. Ron's buried his head into her shoulder, one arm grasping her around the back, pulling their naked bodies together, her hand pushed flat against his member and her own stomach. She reached up and raked into his hair, her fingers coming to rest on the soft skin just behind his ear. He thrust against her hand a couple of time before turning abruptly away from her and sitting down on the blanket, taking deep breaths.


“Ron what is it?” she cringed taking a few steps backwards. “Did I hurt you?”


“Hermione,” came the muffled answer as Ron covered his face with his hands, “This is just about the most thrilling thing to ever happen to me. The girl I've loved for years has magicked me out into a love nest under the stars. But I'm just...I don't.....”


“Don't Ron,” she interrupted, starting to pull the robes closed. “Don't even worry about it. If you aren't ready for this, I can understand. We are still young, and there's no need to rush...”


Ron reached up and pulled her down next to him on the blanket, her bare chest against his back.


“Do you really think that I don't want to do this right now? You can be so dense for someone so smart sometimes.” He forstalled her rush of indignant words by pulling her hand around his waist to grip his erection again, still hard as stone. His breath began to quicken as she instinctively began to gently rub up and down. He turned his face back to hers, kissing her deeply, his tongue making sweeps against her own.


“I just...well...I just don't want it to be over so soon. I don't want to disappoint you, because if you keep doing what you're doing, I won't last much longer.”


She pulled her hand away as he turned around, pushing her down flat on the blanket. She lay there, feeling at ease and nervous at the same time. Above her the oak tree's branches spread and intertwined like threads on a loom, with tiny sparkles of starlight peeping in between the openings. She sighed deeply as she felt his hands gently push her knees apart, and feeling him rest his cheek against her taut stomach. Reaching down to brush his cheek, her hand was cupped in his own and he kissed her warmly on her palm sending another wave of desire throughout her body.