In Front of Us All Along

Disclaimer: I, the author of In Front of Us All Along, do not own any of the characters, places, or ideas from the Harry Potter books written by JK Rowling. All credit belongs to her besides the plot of this story. I am in no way associated with JK Rowling or any of the companies associated with her and her books.

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His hands roamed her soft young flesh, touching her as if he might break her or worse scare her away but she stayed taking his caresses and occasionally moaning in pleasure at the sensations he was sending through her body. His hand cupped her breast and he rolled his thumb over her nipple watching it harden under his touch. He bent down to lick it eliciting another moan for her as she moved slightly on the bed. She could feel his erection digging slightly into her soft stomach and it twitched whenever she was vocal at his touch. She brushed her hand through the back of his red hair while he continued to lick and suck on her nipple. He moved to the other breast while cupping the other in his hand gently massaging it.


She felt a gentle throbbing of need between her legs and lifted her hips up slightly wantonly. Her need only fueled her want to please him more as her bare hand traveled down to his length causing him to take a deep breath inwardly suddenly and sharply. Her hand began to slowly stroke him. She felt it grow warmer at her touch as more blood found its way to his already hard member. She moved her hand a little faster causing him to let out a deep throaty moan.


As if the pleasure was too much to bear on his own he reached down to her warm and wet core and gently rubbed her nub, and she moved against his hand slightly lost in the touch. He inserted a finger into her warmth and moved it slowly into and out of her body watching her face grow more intense with pleasure. She whimpered slightly when his thumb found her clit and massaged it while he inserted his finger in and out of her. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as she felt herself nearing release. It felt so good knowing that he was doing this to her.


Her hand still was stroking his manhood and he seemed to need a release as badly as she did. His hands began to tremble slightly and he inserted another finger into her tight wet core causing her to let out another loud moan. He moved his fingers in and out of her in the same rhythm she was moving her hand stroking his cock. When she realized this she stroked him a bit faster causing his breath to hitch. He was close and she wanted to watch his face as he climaxed. His hand started moving even faster to try to match her speed. His thumb still gently rubbing her clit apply just the right pressure that she needed to climax and she did moaning a raspy, “Oh, Gods, oh Ron.”


Her raspy moan was enough to send him over the ends spilling his seed on her hand and her stomach. They were both out of breath, panting and gasping for air but she managed to say softly, “I love you, Ron.”


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Hermione woke up in a cold sweat with a throbbing in between her legs. She looked over at the clock and groaned. It was almost time for class and she had just had a dream about things she didn’t even know she could dream about. Worst of all, she had dreamt about doing them with one of her best friends. She looked over at her roommates and was glad that they were all asleep. She could only imagine what one of them would think if she had talked in her sleep during that dream.


She figured that she wouldn’t be getting much sleep so she eased herself off of the bed and walked out into the showers. She turned on the shower and undressed hanging her clothes on a hook by the shower. It was so quiet in the castle this early in the morning and she hoped that it wouldn’t wake any of the other students. She slowly stepped under the water and let the water wet her hair before trickling down her body to reach her feet.


She couldn’t get the dream out of her head. Would Ron really be like that, she wondered thinking back to how gentle and loving he was and how he knew just what she liked and just what she needed to achieve her release. She shivered under the warm water thinking about the feeling of his hands on her body. She turned around in the shower promising to rid her mind of these thoughts. She knew she couldn’t fall in love with her friend. She needed to reason herself through this. She was a teenager and she had hormones of her own that she currently suppressed but now they were surfacing. She further thought about this while she shampooed her hair. She was always around Ron and her suppressed hormones were now reacting to his constant presence. Yes, she decided, that had to be it. That made sense. But what about Harry, she questioned silently. He was the flaw in her theory. She equally hung out with Harry and why wasn’t she having dreams about him, she wondered. She gave up and decided it was time to finish her shower.


She let the water rinse out her hair as she grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth to clean her body. She started at her neck and moved down routinely just as she did every morning with her shower. When she reached below her waist the faint throbbing returned and she sighed putting the washcloth to the side and letting one of her small fingers enter inside herself. She let out a soft sigh. She needed this but was too uncomfortable. She normally didn’t do this at Hogwart’s. The past couple of summers she only did this a couple times but now she almost had to do it.


She slowly moved her finger in and out and realized that that wasn’t enough. She inserted another finger and had to hold back the urge to let out a moan. She brushed her own thumb against her clit and moved her fingers in and out to find release. Although she was still pretty inexperienced at this she did know what she liked and within moments she was near release imagining her dream involuntarily and just how he did this to her. She thought about his deep moans and his gentled caress as she brought her free hand to her breast and gently squeezed it and instantly she came violently like she had been deprived for her whole life. She grabbed onto the edge of the shower and caught her breath.


She grabbed the washcloth again and finished her shower. She rinsed off and got out of the shower turning the water off and wrapping her towel around her body. She didn’t understand what was going on and why she was having these feelings for Ron. She gave up walking back to her dormitory to get dressed. She put on her bra and panties and put her towel on her head to dry her wet brown hair. She grabbed a pair of jeans and slid them on over her hips and then pulled on a black jumper over her head and glanced at herself in the mirror. She took the towel off of her head and grabbed her wand making her hair dry and her bushy brown hair fall into soft curls. She picked up a book to read and tucked it under her arm.


Knowing that she couldn’t stay in the dormitory because her roommates might wake she headed down into the common room to find another occupant laying on one of the couches in front of the fire.


“Ron?” she asked seeing his familiar red hair.


He looked up to meet her gaze. “Hermione,” he said in his deep tired voice. He looked at the clock in the common room and then back at her. “What are you doing up this early?”


Hermione made her way over to the chair by the couch and looked at him. His hair was a mess and she felt her heart beat faster in her chest as she remembered the dream she had had not just an hour ago. He was dressed in only sleep pants and a tee-shirt and she could see his muscles under the thin fabric of his shirt. She wondered what it would be like to reach out and touch them but shook her head back to reality before saying, “I couldn’t sleep anymore. What are YOU doing down here this early?”


“Neville. He snores so loud…” Ron started to say but Hermione cut him off.


“What about a silencing…” She started to say but then Ron took his turn cutting her off.


“Doesn’t work, he’d oversleep or we all would,” Ron half explained exhausted from not getting any sleep.


“Well, I’ll leave you alone to get some sleep then,” Hermione said standing up with the book still under her arm.


“No,” Ron said almost too quickly. “You could stay. As long as you don’t snore like Neville.”


“I don’t snore when I read, Ronald,” She said in a sarcastic tone sitting back down in the chair and opening her book.


“If I was reading what you were, I’d be snoring,” Ron said with a grin as Hermione huffed at him. Ron closed his eyes and tried to sleep but her presence so near was keeping him wide-awake.


Hermione looked at Ron trying to sleep and sighed softly glad that she could at least interact like him like nothing was different but deep inside she knew that that was a lie.

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A/N: There\'s the \'fun\' stuff I promised with the plot staying right on course. Thank you to EVERYONE who has reviewed so far. I appreciate it so much that you take the time to read my story. Please continue to read and if you like it or even dont like it leave me a review and let me know. I cant fix anything if you dont let me know. AND I\'m always open to suggestions. Thanks again for reading my story!!!!