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"Hermione wanted me to tell you that she'll be another hour or two with the cupboards and that she'll be up as soon as she can." Having accomplished what he came upstairs to do, Ron turned and went back to the room that he and Harry were sharing. Harry was not in, but someone else was.



Hermione lay on Ron's bed in a lacy black negligee and giving Ron a look of pure seduction.



"Told her you'd be another hour or two," Ron informed her.



"Good." Hermione got up from the bed and began feverishly kissing Ron. "And what about Harry?" she asked between kisses.



"He'll be spending some time with Sirius. I told him I needed some time to myself."



"Mm, good." Hermione praised him with more kisses.



"Ahh Hermione," he purred deeply and sent a shiver down her spine. "You're such a wonderful girl."



"You're just saying that because we're snogging," she grinned into his mouth as they kissed some more. She busied her hands now with unfastening Ron's robes and his hands leapt to her breasts and squeezed them through the satin black material.



"I'm going to teach you some things today, Ron."



"Oh, is that right?" Ron asked her. "Helping me with my homework, are you?"



"I'm going to teach you some things about sex." She moved and began kissing on his neck.



"Ahh God." Ron groaned from her treatment. "You can teach me whatever you want, Hermione."



"Good," Hermione grinned again. "I'm going to teach you how to please a woman. Now, you've got your hands on my breasts there. Find my nipples and start rubbing the material against them."



Ron suddenly found himself in a game of hot and cold as he probed around for the spots where Hermione's nipples were.



"A little to the left. Up a bit. Now move that one down. Ohhh yeah. Right there, Ron." He pinched and prodded a bit, eliciting more sweet moans from Hermione.



"Ooh, yeahhh," she let out a slow groan as Ron tugged one of her nipples. Ron moved the straps of the bodice down her shoulders and exposed her breasts to the open air. "Ahh Ron." She shivered involuntarily as he sucked the nipple and then blew gently on it. "That was good." She tried to keep the surprise out of her voice.



"Instinct I guess," Ron muttered. His ears reddened at being complimented on something so intimate.



"How's your penis feeling?"



"Bloody hard."



"I figured as much. Tell me, do you think you'd be able to have two orgasms?"



"In how much time?"



"With ten or fifteen minutes between them."



"Probably," Ron shrugged. "I think I could do two. Wouldn't expect much more though."



"Two should be okay. I'm bringing it up though because," she hesitated, "last time didn't exactly do it for me."



"Oh." Ron looked crestfallen.



"It was good while we were going," she assured him. "It just didn't get me all the way there."



"Oh. I'm sorry about that, Hermione."



"It's okay," she said soothingly. "Girls are built different. It takes us some time."



"Well, I'm your student," he reminded her. "Teach me what to do and I'll get you there in the end."



"Oh, Ron." She grabbed him by the hair and started kissing some more. He brought his hands back to her breasts and teased her nipples some more. "Ohh Ron!" She moved lower and kissed his chest as she moved his robes off of his shoulders. Once his robes were out of the way, she began massaging his shoulder blades.



"Ahhh."



"Oh Ron. I love to hear you groan."



"Ahhh God." He groaned deeply for her.



"Ooh Yeahhhh." Her hands moved lower on his back and he continued moaning for her. "Ohh, kiss my neck." Ron moved in to kiss her neck as Hermione slipped her hands down the back of his boxer shorts. "Ohh Ron."



"Mm, Hermione." Ron kissed lower and pushed Hermione's little bit of clothing further down as well. He again suckled her nipples in turn and absentmindedly ran his hand over Hermione's stomach.



"Let's stop a second." Hermione pulled away and finished undressing herself. "Ron took the cue and pulled off his boxer shorts as well. "Okay, you can continue now." Hermione smiled at him.



"Well, what do you want me to do?" Ron asked, stammered by the broken pace.



"Just go back to what you were doing for now. If you go wrong or start moving too fast, I'll stop you."



"I suppose so." Ron moved again to Hermione's nipples, using his mouth and one hand. Ron's other hand was now caressing Hermione's outer thigh, providing a gentle tickling sensation.



"Oh Ron." Hermione massaged his shoulders and neck as she enjoyed the pleasure. Ron's hand moved inward on her thigh and he ran a finger along her opening. "Ahh," Hermione let out something between a sigh and a groan and seated herself on the bed. "Ron?"



"What is it Hermione?"



"Have you ever thought about-erm..." she trailed off.



"Thought about what?"



"Well-oral."



"You want me to lick your box?" he questioned.



"Ron!"



"What? Your vagina." He made the technical term sound more like an expletive than anything.



"Well, that's a little better, but technically the vagina is the inside."



"Where would you like me to lick?" he asked patiently.



"Well, the part that girls like to have licked is called the clitoris. Some people call it clit for short."



"And you want me to lick your clit?" he verified.



"Well-yes," Hermione said plainly. "Is that okay?"



"Yeah. You're gonna have to help me find the thing though."



"Okay." Hermione spread her legs and her opening before lightly tracing it with her finger. "It's this little nub right here."



"Right here?" Ron reached out and prodded it.



"Ohh yeah. That's it."



"Okay then." Ron got down on his knees in front of her and began to lap at Hermione's clit.



"Ohhh Ron. Ahhh. you have no idea how nice that is."



"I think I got a pretty good idea that time you sucked my dick," Ron responded.



Hermione did not feel like arguing the point and settled on more moaning. Ron continued to lap at her like a thirsty dog that could only find one thing to drink.



"Oh, Ron," she panted. "That's so perfect. I'm almost there."



"Can you cum twice?" Ron muttered between licks.



"I-I-" he wasn't sure if she was avoiding his question or just too lost in pleasure to respond coherently. He didn't push the issue and brought her to the climax she was reaching for. She shuddered violently and Ron began to worry if she might be having a fit. Finally, she came down enough to talk to him.



"That," she gasped dramatically, "was incredible." Her chest rose and fell in time with her still-vigorous panting. "You've been holding out on me," she accused playfully.



"I've actually kind of wanted to that for a while." She watched him blush as he stumbled over the words. "I was worried you might think it was too dirty."



"Ronald." She sighed. "From what I understand, women are lucky to find a man who is even willing to do that. I hope we can do that many more times."



"I'd like that." Ron tried to suppress the emotions that were layering his tone, tried to seem coolly indifferent.



"And by they way," she could tell that the serious conversation was taking a toll and she switched to her seductive voice, "I can cum twice." She got up from the bed and then guided him to lay in her place.



"Instructions," she spoke as she placed her knees on either side of his torso. "I want you to try to keep it up long enough for me to get there." She could feel his very strained erection against her body now. "If it's too much, then you can cum and we'll wiat for a few minutes and then pick it up again." The head slipped into her slick tunnel. "Just don't go running off like last time, okay?"



"I'm sorry." Ron hadn't realized until this moment that his departure had hurt her before. He could hear the shadow of pain behind her words now and he very much wanted to make it up to her.



"Don't worry about it." She lowered herself until he bottomed out. "We can call that the dress rehearsal. Make this time the one that counts."



"I will." He placed his hands just above her backside and began thrusting rapidly.



"A little slower to start," she coached. "It takes a little getting used to."



"I guess it would." Ron grinned as he realized she'd been subtly complimenting his size.



He slowed his pace and she began to move her hips. They both decided without speaking that she should be the one to set the pace. As they progressed, Hermione would move with more urgency and he would match her after a beat. His own sense of urgency was nearly overwhelming, but he made a great effort to keep it in check. Soon Hermione was moving as fast as she could go and moaning loudly enough to wake the dead. Ron felt safe in picking up the speed in ways that couldn't manage in her position and began driving in and out of her like a piston with frantic need.



"Oh thank you, Ron." Her words were dripping with the same need that Ron was feeling. In that moment, he understood why some people referred to sex as being one with their partner. He could feel that they were sharing a like mind. Suddenly it became impossible to fight his orgasm. With a long low groan, he released all of his tension into his lover.



"Hang on." She felt the force of his orgasm more clearly than she would have believed, but she was close as well. Ron had stopped moving, but she continued to bounce on him in his last seconds of hardness. A few more frantic strokes across all of the right places and she felt an explosive pleasure that threatened to take her sanity. She allowed herself to sink into that feeling, not caring if she would ever come up for air; it seemed so trivial to need oxygen in a world where something like this existed.



They both lay still and panting, embracing each other.



After a moment, their like minds began to separate. She felt keyed up by the experience. Ron, on the other hand, was lost to the satisfaction. Not only had he had a mind-numbing orgasm, but he had succeeded in bringing Hermione pleasure as well. Twice. Everything felt complete and his mind drifted, not ready to embrace the idea that life should resume so immediately. He fell asleep.



Hermione disentangled their bodies and settled in next to him, staring at the ceiling and thinking. This pleasure had felt so much more than physical. It was emotional. It was psychological. It was spiritual. It was new. She considered the possibility that maybe new was all it had been, but dismissed it quickly. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but she had felt it on so many levels. She could still feel it on some of those levels.



She got up from the bed and dressed herself in plain Muggle clothes, stashing the negligee under the bed. She worked Ron’s boxers up his legs and then pulled a cover over him. He would be somewhat presentable if Harry came to check on him. It was time for Hermione to go and face Ginny.