More Ways to Kill A Weasley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
18,437
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69
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ron learns to play Warhammer 40k
Disclaimer:HA! You think I actually own Harry Potter!!! WOHOOH!!! My money troubles are solved for forever!!! I can pay for school now! I'll never have to work another day in my life!!! But seriously folks, I own nothing. I kidnapped the characters for my own nefarious purposes. Written for my boyfriend who has a strange obsession with the Warhammer 40K Universe, particularly the Sisters of Battle. Enjoy.
Ron was in Hermione's room. Waiting. Hermione had no idea that Ronald was in her room, much less what he was doing with his hands in her drawers.
Ron's fingers slid over a pair of black satin panties. The material was cool and smooth in his sweaty palms. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed. The scents of her musk and a hint of vanilla wafted from the cloth. He sighed and moaned as his erection pressed more firmly against his trousers. He felt himself through the rough fabric of his pants as he imagined Hermione wearing these panties.
*Hermione slowly stood at the foot of the bed where Ron lay completely naked. She unzipped the black denim dress that she was wearing.
"Oh Ron! You're so well muscled and toned." She simpered as the dress fell to expose her black satin bra and matching panties.
She crawled back on to the bed, stroking Ron's flesh. Her fingers trailed over his pecs, then down his abdomen. Finally her hands closed around his engorged penis.
"Yeah baby." Ron groaned, leaning back, enjoying himself.
Hermione pouted and began to stroke his length.
"This is exactly why I hated how you were always in the library. Book smarts don't mean so much now huh?"
Before he gave her a chance to answer, Ron pulled Hermione's head to his erection. He forcibly pushed his cock into her mouth.
Here, Ron paused his fantasy to lay down on Hermione's bed. He unzipped his pants and began to stroke himself. After he wanked himself to completion, he lay there not moving. His thoughts drifted back to Hermione. Not his fantasy Hermione, the one so eager to please her lover, and so compliant, but the real Hermione.
"Where is she today again?"
He wiped away the evidence of his masturbation with Hermione's panties.
"Oh right… muggle nerd convention of some sort."
He zipped his pants.
"She’s going to be so surprised to find me here."
He pocketed her semen covered panties.
"I don’t remember these panties from before… Well, it has been a year since we broke up."
Ron walked over to the full length mirror in Hermione’s room and flexed his Quiddich muscles. His reflection grinned back at him as he smiled.
“Oh yeah! I still got it!”
Behind Ron, a magical portal was opening into Hermione’s room. Ron amazingly noticed something in the mirror besides himself and spun around. A black leather clad leg was coming through. Then large black armor. Hermione appeared fully clothed as a Sister of Battle of the Emperor. The shoulders of her black armor were encrusted with skulls and intricate patterns in silver. The Emperor’s symbol shone in silver from her chest, and emblazoned the red cloth that fell between her thighs. She aimed her bolter at the intruder.
“Halt and identify yourself!”
Ron gaped.
“’Mione it’s me! Listen, mum’s been bugging me about why I left you and Harry’s been telling me that you haven’t been the same since that whole thing with Lavender…”
“Cease this useless chatter heretic!”
Her red cape fluttered as she repositioned the bolter to aim at Ron’s chest. Ron, who didn’t understand the concept of bolters, was concentrating more on the large sword at her side, glinting as it was.
“I haven’t been the same because I’e been happy with Severus!”
Before Ron could explode, Hermione fired. By the time Severus came through the portal, dressed in his formal Imperial Inquisitor robes, Ron’s body had been transfigured into a piece of parchment and was burning.
Severus came up behind Hermione and wrapped his arms around her. He inhaled, loving the scent of his lover.
“Have I mentioned how sexy you are in that costume?”
He let his hands trail over the curves of her waist and hips. Hermione turned around.
“Not in the last five minutes Severus. Aren’t you glad now that we’re away from all those prying eyes at the convention?”
Severus answered with a searing kiss.
Ron was in Hermione's room. Waiting. Hermione had no idea that Ronald was in her room, much less what he was doing with his hands in her drawers.
Ron's fingers slid over a pair of black satin panties. The material was cool and smooth in his sweaty palms. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed. The scents of her musk and a hint of vanilla wafted from the cloth. He sighed and moaned as his erection pressed more firmly against his trousers. He felt himself through the rough fabric of his pants as he imagined Hermione wearing these panties.
*Hermione slowly stood at the foot of the bed where Ron lay completely naked. She unzipped the black denim dress that she was wearing.
"Oh Ron! You're so well muscled and toned." She simpered as the dress fell to expose her black satin bra and matching panties.
She crawled back on to the bed, stroking Ron's flesh. Her fingers trailed over his pecs, then down his abdomen. Finally her hands closed around his engorged penis.
"Yeah baby." Ron groaned, leaning back, enjoying himself.
Hermione pouted and began to stroke his length.
"This is exactly why I hated how you were always in the library. Book smarts don't mean so much now huh?"
Before he gave her a chance to answer, Ron pulled Hermione's head to his erection. He forcibly pushed his cock into her mouth.
Here, Ron paused his fantasy to lay down on Hermione's bed. He unzipped his pants and began to stroke himself. After he wanked himself to completion, he lay there not moving. His thoughts drifted back to Hermione. Not his fantasy Hermione, the one so eager to please her lover, and so compliant, but the real Hermione.
"Where is she today again?"
He wiped away the evidence of his masturbation with Hermione's panties.
"Oh right… muggle nerd convention of some sort."
He zipped his pants.
"She’s going to be so surprised to find me here."
He pocketed her semen covered panties.
"I don’t remember these panties from before… Well, it has been a year since we broke up."
Ron walked over to the full length mirror in Hermione’s room and flexed his Quiddich muscles. His reflection grinned back at him as he smiled.
“Oh yeah! I still got it!”
Behind Ron, a magical portal was opening into Hermione’s room. Ron amazingly noticed something in the mirror besides himself and spun around. A black leather clad leg was coming through. Then large black armor. Hermione appeared fully clothed as a Sister of Battle of the Emperor. The shoulders of her black armor were encrusted with skulls and intricate patterns in silver. The Emperor’s symbol shone in silver from her chest, and emblazoned the red cloth that fell between her thighs. She aimed her bolter at the intruder.
“Halt and identify yourself!”
Ron gaped.
“’Mione it’s me! Listen, mum’s been bugging me about why I left you and Harry’s been telling me that you haven’t been the same since that whole thing with Lavender…”
“Cease this useless chatter heretic!”
Her red cape fluttered as she repositioned the bolter to aim at Ron’s chest. Ron, who didn’t understand the concept of bolters, was concentrating more on the large sword at her side, glinting as it was.
“I haven’t been the same because I’e been happy with Severus!”
Before Ron could explode, Hermione fired. By the time Severus came through the portal, dressed in his formal Imperial Inquisitor robes, Ron’s body had been transfigured into a piece of parchment and was burning.
Severus came up behind Hermione and wrapped his arms around her. He inhaled, loving the scent of his lover.
“Have I mentioned how sexy you are in that costume?”
He let his hands trail over the curves of her waist and hips. Hermione turned around.
“Not in the last five minutes Severus. Aren’t you glad now that we’re away from all those prying eyes at the convention?”
Severus answered with a searing kiss.