Something Ugly This Way Comes

I woke up the morning after Dumbledore’s funeral to a wonderful suprize.

At some point during the night, Hermione had come into my dormitory and gotten into bed with me. I smiled down at her, admiring how beautiful, peaceful and just overall content she looked and brushed away a few strands of hair away from the side of her face. Without meaning to, I woke her up.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, my voice just above a whisper. My curtains were pulled around the bed and I didn’t want to risk waking Neville, Seamus, Dean, and Harry. “I just wanted to see…”

…your beautiful face. faking a small cough, I recovered with, “Your hair was in your face.”

She says nothing and smiles back at me, cupping my cheek in her hand. It’s warm and cool at the same time. I can feel everything she feels with that one small gesture.

“Good morning, she tells me after a moment, her voice drifting in and out as she is clearly not fully awake yet. I can’t help noticing how beautiful she is, even when her hair is mussed and she has the remnants of sleep caked in the corners of her eyes. “To what do I owe the honor of your presence in my bed?”

She drops her eyes from my face and I notice her cheeks have become a brilliant shade of pink.

“I’m sorry,” she began. “I…oh, this is so stupid,” she smirked. “I had this nightmare and you died in it. It was so real, it was in the battle in the castle the night that Dumbledore died. I work out of a dead sleep. I had to make sure you were okay,”

I draw her close to me and nuzzle her, placing a gentle hand on her back.

“I’m fine,” I tell her, keeping my voice soft. “How are you? Better?”

She nodded and scooted closer to me, my arm draping perfectly over her waits. I caught a faint smell of her hair once she settled against me and couldn’t help myself from becoming aroused by it.

“Much,” she says. Our eyes lock for a brief moment and then she breaks away, sitting up and bringing her legs over the edge of the bed with her back to me. “I should go,” she says over her shoulder.

I moved closer to her, touching her arm in an effort to stop her. “Why?”

“Well, I’m awake now and I feel better. What’s the point?”

The events of yesterday finally hit me like a bludger to the head. The battle in the castle, Bill being bitten by a werewolf, the news of Dumbledore’s death….I suddenly didn't want to be alone for any reason

“Stay, please.” She hesitantly hangs her head and then resumes her place against my body. “Thank you.”

She begins to aimlessly play with the buttons on my nightshirt. It’s then that I notice just how small her hands are, her fingers even smaller. It’s beautiful.

“It’s scary, isn’t it?” she asks. “When you think about all that’s happened. We don’t even know if there’s going to be a Hogwart’s to come back to.” She presses herself closer to me and I breathe in sharply, my arousal becoming more evident to her now, I know it. I’ve been in love with her for four years now. God, I just want to kiss her, kiss her worries away.

“We might never see eachother again,” she murmurs, her eyes locking with mine and a deep frown crossing her lips. “You and Harry are the best friends that I have ever had. I don’t know what I’d do…”

Her talking like this is too much for me to handle. I can’t take the reality of what she’s saying. Mustering all the courage I have, I place my hands on her cheeks and bring her face to mine, kissing her deeply.

She whimpers a bit in the back of her throat and I place my hand on the back of her neck, lovingly stroking her nape in an effort to calm her. She wraps her arms around my neck pulling me on top of her and I think that I’m going to lose myself in that one swift motion. I moan in response and her small, beautiful fingers become lost in my hair.

“I love you,” she breathes as she breaks our kiss and moves her soft lips to my collarbone. “I always have. Eversince we were eleven.”

Those words are music to my ears. I’m so overcome by them that I can’t control the tears that begin to flow.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her eyes and voice full of concern.

“Nothing. You’ve made me so happy.” I explain to her, feeling like the biggest git in the world. “I love you, too.”

She smiles up at me and pulls me to her once more, kissing me softly. I don’t know how long we stay like that, kissing and caressing eachother, but I’m loving every minute of it. There is no denying that Hermione is into it too, given the way she’s wantonly pulling at my hips and softly moaning my name under her breath.

“Is there something that you want?” I tease her as I nibble on her ear.

She rises up off the bed ever so slightly and connects her hips with mine, purposely rubbing against me.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment, Ron. Too long. Now that its here, I don’t want it to go to waste.”

I stop abruptly and glare back at her with wide eyes. I must be dreaming. There is no way that she could be saying what I think she’s saying. My heart is pounding a million miles a minute and I can’t hear anything else around me now except for her voice.

“Make love to me.”

Bloody hell! is the only coherent thought that my mind is able to form. I always assumed that I would know how to react when and if this moment ever came, but now, I’m finding out how wrong I was.

I’m speechless. I’m trembling all over and I can feel my body temperature drop rather than rise. I’m so nervous around her now. It takes me a few moments to find my voice and even then I can barely speak.

“A-are y-yo-you s-su-sure?”

She gently strokes my forearm while staring up at me with her big brown eyes and for the first time, I realize how much she emotes with them. She’s sure. She’s never been more sure of anything in her life.

She pulls me down to her, placing her hands on my cheeks and kissing me deeply. Before I have the chance to register what’s going on, she’s moved her hands to my sides and is fumbling for the hem of my shirt. She’s finally found it and I oblige her in pulling it over my head.

Despite her boldness, I’m not so much in tune with her that I am so quick to relieve her of her clothes. There’s so much that I want to do to her, so much that I’m afraid to do for fear of making her mad. My Hermione has a tendency to be quick tempered…

“My Hermione,” I sigh into her ear as I plant little kisses along her neckline. I can feel her cheek draw up a bit and I assume that she’s smiling. Moments later my assumption is confirmed as she breathes my name once more and I can hear it in her voice.

She’s lightly running her nails up and down my spine and it makes me shiver in a good way, nearing me to the brink of madness.

I move my hand to touch her through her clothes, but hesitate; focusing entirely on not upsetting her. She turns her head and lightly nips at my ear, finally capturing the base of it in her mouth and sucking gently. It feels bloody wonderful and I can’t stop myself from groaning her name.

“Touch me,” she commanded as she took hold of my hand and placed it on her left breast, over her shirt.

Our lips meet once more and this time she traces the outline of my mouth with her tongue, silently asking entrance which I grant her without hesitation.

She laces her fingers in between mine and squeezes our hands over her breast. I didn’t think it possible, but I became more aroused by her motions.

My heart begins to beat faster and my breathing was more rapid and ragged. I could tell that she was the same way as I could see and feel her chest quickly rise and fall under our hands.

Locking her eyes with mine, she must’ve seen the uncertainty that I felt in my eyes because she whispered, “it’s ok,” and smiled at me. “I want this. I want you.”

She slid our hands downward ever so slowly, guiding me over her stomach and then to her thigh. I could feel the heat coming from between her legs.

“Oh, God…” I groaned.

“I trust that you know what to do from here,” she said with a small lilt to her voice as she took her hand away from mine and proceeded to unbutton her shirt.

What my eyes beheld was perfection. The roundness of her breasts, the way their peaks were such a brilliant shade of pink and stood at attention just for me was too much for words. I wanted nothing more than to take one in my mouth.

“Can I…?” I asked her. She nodded her ascent as I brought my mouth down to her chest.

As I worked on her, I slid her shirt off of her, one arm at a time. She broke out in little goose bumps when the fabric slid against her skin. She put her hands on my waist and ran them along my sides, then up my back, sending chills throughout my body. Her fingers become entangled in my hair and she’s directing me where she wants me to go.

“Lower,” she breathes and I’m kissing her just above her bellybutton. I want to go lower than that. I want to try and pleasure her with my mouth. I want to yank her pajama bottoms down and ravage her. The more my senses are aroused by the feel of her, by the musky scent of her, the more restraint I have to muster.

I don’t want to push her into anything that she doesn’t want. Her request for me to make love to her is quite an honor and I don’t want to do anything to abuse it or this moment. I have to be patient and not take any liberties with her. I have to be gentle.

“Can I ask you something?” she asks suddenly.

I stop in mid-kiss and look up at her to see her staring down at me with her chocolate brown eyes.

“Sure,” I say slowly, a little taken aback by her sudden question.

She wants to talk now?

She takes a deep breath, her cheeks suddenly flush a brilliant shade of red and she drops her eyes from mine, she’s embarrassed about something, I think.

“What is it?”

“There was something that I read about somewhere…where the guy puts his mouth…” her eyes darted to her midsection, below her bellybutton. Bill had once given me a book on sex that I had read and blushed profusely over. He was a good brother to me, we had sat and talked about the book afterward and he had given me a few pointers that the book didn’t offer.

I knew what she was talking about and I was shocked that she was about to ask me to do it. I silenced her by placing my index finger on her mouth.

“Sssh. You don’t have to tell me. I know what you want.”

She smiles at me, appearing to be relieved that she didn’t have to continue. I hooked my fingers onto her waistband and gently pulled her pajama bottoms off of her and threw them to the floor.

I looked up at her as I kissed my way downward to see her watching me. I have top admit that it made me a little anxious. I soon after transfixed my eyes off of her and tried to pretend that she wasn’t watching me.

I trailed from the inside of her thigh closer and closer to her center. I couldn’t believe that I had made it this far, it was like a dream. She moaned loudly as I gently nipped at the outside.

The moment was here and I was going to go for it. I carefully pulled her apart with two fingers and made little laps inside of her with my tongue. She squirmed and whined in the back of her throat, calling my name. Merlin, I had never tasted anything like her. She was sweet and had a wonderful musky smell that I couldn’t get enough of. I continued to be as gentle as I possibly could as I slowly entered a finger inside of her.

“Oh, God, Ron!” she screamed, her voice dripping with desire. “You have to stop.”

Without thinking, I immediately withdrew my mouth and finger from her, alarmed. So afraid that I had hurt her.

“What? What happened?” I ask, alarm washing over me. I spring to my knees and hover over her, holding my weight on my hands and scanning her body for a sign of some trouble. Cupping her cheek in my hand, I question her. “What did I do? God, Hermione, I’m so sorry!”

She places her hands on my cheeks, kissing me and I feel assured somehow. “It’s ok,” she says softly. “I almost finished and I don’t want to do that yet. I want to make you feel good, too.”

Bloody hell! I wonder what she could be thinking?

She sits up and instructs me to lie back on the bed, my head at the foot. The next thing I know, she’s hovering over top of me as I did her just a few moments ago.

She lowers herself onto me, straddling my waist. She’s such a goddess to me, not even Veela could take me away from her. Sheer perfection. Her breasts graze my chest, her soft peaks meeting mine. I draw in a sharp breath at the sensation of the wave of excitement that overtakes me.

She takes my hands in hers and places them on her chest and once again directs me to squeeze them gently. I’m hers now, she’s in control and I’m more than willing to oblige her.

Taking my hands away, she slides both of them down the sides of her exquisite frame. Her skin is so soft and so warm, like nothing I have ever felt. She rests them on her hips and leans downward, raining kisses on my neck and chest. As she’s working, she places a hand between the two of us and uses it to rub me through my pajama bottoms.

I groan as I lean my head back a little further, arching my hips upward to her hand. I wish she would take me into her bare hand or into her body. I don’t know how much longer I can be patient with her, I want her too much.

She looks at me innocently and moves off of me. She proceeds to take my pajama bottoms off, freeing my rock hardness.

“Can I do something?” she asks furtively.

Anything you want. I don’t care. I know I’ll like it.

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Will you tell me if I hurt you?”

“You couldn’t possibly hurt me,” I smirk at her.

“Well,”she says, suddenly shy, “if you don’t like it, the will you tell me?”

I’ll like it. I swear to Merlin, I’ll like it, just bloody well do it already!

“I don’t see how I couldn’t, but, sure. Whatever you want.”

I watched her with great interest, awaiting her next move. She stared back at me occasionally dropping her eyes from mine.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to watch me.”

“Why not? I let you watch me.”

“Yeah, well, that was different.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. It just was. Humor me, will you?”

I would never find out what she had in mind if I didn’t decide to play along, so I resumed my position at the foot of the bed and left her to her own devices.

“Thank you,” she said softly as she began to rain kisses on my stomach. She worked her way downward now, placing random kisses around my navel, then just below my waist.

Oh, bloody hell! She can’t be about to do what I think she’s going to do!

She was going to go down on me, I knew it. She was going to put her mouth on me like I had put mine on her. I couldn’t believe it. Where had she ever heard of this?

Probably read it in a book…

This was something that I never expected from Hermione. She was always so prim and lady like, I always assumed that she would consider an act like this demeaning. She slowly took me into her mouth, her warm breath around me driving me mad. She stayed in one place for a moment, just breathing around me.

I resisted the urge to put my hands in her hair and direct her on what to do next. While I assumed that this was Hermione’s first time, it wasn’t mine. During my brief relationship with Lavendar Brown, she had pulled me into a secluded broom closet one day after classes and done this to me. I knew what I liked and hoped that Hermione didn’t catch on when I tried to show her.

I couldn’t resist anymore, she was taking too long for my liking. I placed my hands on either side of her head and directed her to move up and down at a medium pace.

“Oh, God, Hermione,” I groaned, so overwrought with desire that I was sure that I was going to pass out.

Her mouth was exquisite and the longer she proceeded to make love to me with her mouth, the less assured I became that this was her first time.

She probably did this with Krum or that bloke that she took to Slughorn’s party…

I shook my head; trying to rid any thoughts of that possibility. I simply didn’t want to think of such things right now.

She does a few more lazy and gentle up and down strokes, stops, and lies down beside me. I can see a smile on her face out of the corner of my eye.

“Pleased with yourself, are you?” I ask jokingly.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh, Merlin, yes,” I groaned truthfully.

I roll over and position myself on top of her, kissing her neck and then her collarbone.

“Such good deeds should not go unrewarded.”

“Is that a fact?” she asks as she caresses my cheek.

I lean my face into her hand. “Yes, that’s a fact.” My first instinct is to just enter her because I knew that she was still a virgin and that I may hurt her.

Best to get it over with for her…

I put my head in the space between her neck and shoulder, kissing her neck gently.

“I’m going to enter you now. Is that ok?”

She bit her lower lip and nodded her approval. She looked a little apprehensive.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I’m sure. I think I’m ready.”

I smiled down at her, hopefully silently reassuring her that all would be okay. Kissing her forehead, I told her, “It might hurt a bit; I’ll be as easy as I can. Tell me if I hurt you, ok?”

She nodded, her eyes locking with mine. “Ok.”

I placed myself outside of her entrance and slowly moved forward, watching her face for a reaction. I could feel her tense up slightly and she sucked in a sharp breath ash she braced herself against the sheets and looked pained.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” I reminded her worriedly.

“No,” she told me as she exhaled. “It’s ok. I’m fine.”

She reached up and laced her arms around my neck, drawing me close to her. I moved forward a little more. I bowed my head as closed my eyes, the sensation of her walls stretching to accommodate me completely overwhelming.

“Oh, god, Hermione…”

“I know,” she sighed. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

“Me either.”

I moved forward a little more, this time completely burying myself inside of her, feeling her barrier break. I stayed stationary for a moment, letting her body get used to me a little more.

“Are you ok?”

She slowly brought her hips up to meet mine and kept a lazy but brilliant pace while she worked beneath me.

“Fantastic,” she sighed, her breathing quickening ever so slightly.

Next moment, I was meeting her thrust for thrust, doing well to keep the pace that she had set.

“I love you,” she panted as a bead of sweat trickled down from her brow. “I wouldn’t want this with any other.”

“Neither would I,” I told her as I sent my lips to hers, kissing her deeply and giving her a loving squeeze on her right breast. She yelped in surprise in the back of her throat and I couldn’t help giggling into her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized as I broke the kiss. “I thought you would like that.” I lowered my hand and placed it beside her on the bed.

“I did. It just caught me off guard.” She took my hand in hers and placed it over her breast again. “Don’t stop.”

I did as she requested and squeezed her once more as I kissed her again and began to move in and out of her. I was getting so close-too close- to my end. I needed to find a way to calm down.

“Can I ask you something?” I breathed.

She stopped her pace and looked at me, appearing to be alarmed. “What? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No,” I assured her as I made a trail of kisses down her neck. :”I was just wondering if you might want to be on top.”

She seemed uncertain for a moment and then agreed to it. I withdrew from her and lay down next to her, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down before she mounted me.

Maybe if I weren’t so focused on being inside of her. How brilliant she feels…maybe if I thought of something else…Quidditch, perhaps.

That didn’t work. As I watched Hermione straddle me, all I could think of was her flying on a broom, totally naked.

Bloody hell! Maybe if I thought of something else. Pumpkin juice…Hagrid’s cooking…

I was shocked to realize that that actually helped me and when she finally sank down onto me and began to rock back and forth, I wasn’t so anxious to finish.

“Hermione, you’re gorgeous,” I told her as I placed my hands on her thighs to keep her at a steady pace, guiding her along. She smiled and leaned her head back, placing her hands on my chest and raking her nails down to my stomach. I moaned loudly as my body tingled all over from the sensation, my skin breaking out in goose bumps.

“Ron…you feel so good inside...it really is like nothing I have ever felt…”

“You too.”

She thrust her hips forward, driving me deeper inside of her, and then crashed down on top of me, kissing me deeply. We moaned in unison into eachothers mouths. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me.

“I love you so much. I always have. You are all I have ever wanted…”

“Me, too,” she said in between kisses, grinding her hips into mine. Her mouth left mine and traveled to my collarbone where she stayed, finding a sensitive spot and massaging it with her tongue.

“Hermione…”

“Ron…”

I could feel the pressure building up in both of us. I knew that there was no way that I could hold off this time.

“I think I’m close,” I whispered in her ear.

“It’s ok, I am too,” she rose up and leaned back, never losing the pace that we had managed to keep all this time. She quickened for just a moment and the next thing I knew, we both came to our end. She collapsed onto me once more, breathing heavily and giggling into my chest. I suddenly went numb, my stomach doing flip flops.

Is she laughing at me? Did I do it wrong?

“I-is is there something wrong?”

“No, no,” she said, patting my chest. Admittedly, I felt somewhat assured. “It’s all right. It’s perfect. I can’t believe what we’ve just done…”She rolled off of me and propped her head up on her elbow. “You were brilliant, Ron. What we did…”

“We made love, Hermione, you can say it,” I said softly, giving her a meaningful look.

She nodded. “Making love with you was fantastic.”

I reached out to her, took her hand in mine and squeezed it gently. I heard a small chuckled escape the back of her throat as she returned it. She suddenly falls silent and as I began to listen closer, I could have sworn that I heard her crying. I didn’t want to look at her-I couldn’t. I would start to cry as well, I knew it.

“Hermione?” I asked softly. “What is it?”

“I can’t explain. I’m happy and sad. Happy that I’ve spent this time with you like this. Becoming your lover-and you becoming mine…” she let out a half hearted sigh. “But I’m sad because…” she made lazy circles on my chest and watched herself as she spoke. “Then the morning comes, this will all be over. Time will rape us of all we’ve seen, done and known. Who knows what will happen now that Dumbledore is gone? You’ll stay here in the Wizarding world, Harry will go back to the Dursley’s for a time, and I’ll back home with my family. I’m not of age in the Muggle word. I can’t leave home-if the school shuts down, and then there will have been no point to me learning magic in the first place. I’ll be raped of my powers…”

“Don’t say that. ‘Rape’. Don’t use that word. It sounds brutal.”

“That’s how it feels. I have no choice in the matter.”

I brought my blanket over our naked bodies and spooned with her, my arm draped over her waist. “McGonagall and the others will make a decision soon. You’ll see. We won’t lose eachother, Hermione. I wouldn’t let that happen-no matter what the fate of the school might be.”

She took my hand in hers and rested it above her bellybutton. “I wish I could believe you. About us being together, I mean.”

“You mean you don’t?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I wish I did. Dumbledore was the glue that held it all together, you know?”

I nodded and kissed he shoulder. ‘I know.”

“And it isn’t just the fate of the school that I worry about. I worry about Harry. He has the weight of our world on his shoulders.”

“He does.”

She turns over and buries her face in my chest, snuggling close to me.

“I’m scared, Ron.”

“Me, too,” I told her honestly.

“There’s nothing that we can do but wait and see what the future holds, I suppose.”

“Nothing could be closer to the truth.”

She yawns, her breath light on my chest. I yawn as well, close to falling asleep, completely sated.

“You’ll keep me safe, won’t you?”

“You know I will. Just like I know you’ll keep me safe.”

“I will. I treasure you more than you know.”

I pulled her a little closer to me and rested my chin on her head, lightly rubbing her back.

“Oh, I have a pretty good idea.”

I felt her smile against me. “Sweet dreams, Ron.”

“Sweet dreams, Hermione.”