Hermione's Little Secret

LEMONS!!!

Hermione sat in front of her fireplace, the one in her sitting room, staring into the flames. She’d put on her favorite robe and covered herself with her comforter from home. Her grandmother had made it for her, using some of her old baby clothes and receiving blankets. She was an only child, pampered and favored by her entire family, a genius not only in the wizarding world but also the Muggle one in which she’d grown up. She knew already that she wouldn’t tell Malfoy. It was only three and a half more months until she graduated and she’d never have to see him again, but she’d have to tell the boys, at least about the baby. She cried softly, realizing that she was pregnant. There had been little signs that hadn’t been obvious on their own but when put together were showing her the truth. Normally, she was so smart but this time she’d screwed up. She’d tell her mother and father soon, but probably not until the spring holiday. Madame Pomfrey had already made an appointment with a healer at St. Mungo’s in a couple of weeks for her first real physical. And she’d already started reading about pregnancy, surreptitiously borrowed books from the library and the medi-witch.

“Hey, “Mione! You in there?” There was a pounding on her door, the two boys’ voices calling in unison. Sometimes she wondered if they were twins and not George and Fred Weasley.

“Yeah, come on in, guys,” she called back, smiling at seeing her friends for the first time today.

“You okay? You weren’t in any classes today and or at meals. Are you sick?”

“I’m alright, Ron. Just a little bit of a malaise. Come sit down. Did anything happen today in classes?”

“Malfoy was smarmy in Potions. And Professor Carwin gave him detention for talking back in DADA. But other than that, it was pretty bloody boring.” Ron sat next to his friend and hugged her tight. She noticed her breasts were more sensitive now, now that she was looking for signs. Harry sat in the wingback chair beside the fire, his feet crossed at the ankles, glad that his friend was well.

“Oh damn. He’s been pretty much an arse here too. It’s why I don’t use the common sitting area.” Hermione pulled her wand out and waved it, bespelling the room so no sound could escape it. The boys looked at her in confusing.

“I have something to tell you, guys. I’m…I am a little sick right now. I went to Madame Pomfrey for my regular physical and, well, I’m pregnant.”

She wondered why she’d put up a silencing charm when there wasn’t a bloody sound for almost two whole minutes. Then Ron started yelling.

“What? Are you serious? You’re joking! But, but we’ve never…”

“Of course we haven’t, Ronald. I’ll be due at the beginning of September, so I’m not going to start my university training immediately.”

“When’s the wedding?” Harry asked.

“Are you planning on getting married, Harry?” She tried joking, but he didn’t respond with a smile. He was so protective of her.

“Hermione,” he started in warning. She sighed.

“Harry, the father’s not a part of the picture. He was a one time thing, something I’m not going to repeat. Ever. But I want to have the baby. Even if the father isn’t a part of its life, I’ll be there. And the two of you can be his or her uncles.”

“My mother is going to think it’s mine, ‘Mione.” Ron sighed and wrapped his arms around her. He wished he was the father, then he’d be able to talk to the witch without stuttering. Of course, with the exception of Lavender Brown, he’d never touched another girl not related to him.

“But, you’re not and I won’t let her think that. We’ll tell her the truth. I’ll tell her the truth, Ron.” Hermione smiled at him. She’d been afraid to continue her attraction to Ron after she’d had sex with Malfoy. But he seemed to still be interested in her.

Then she burst into tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He hugged her, whispering into her ear. Harry watched, thankful that this news wasn’t going to harm the threesome’s relationship. And if Ron was involved with someone, then he wasn’t as likely to get upset about him dating Ginny.

“I’m so sorry. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, I swear. It wasn’t good or anything.” She sobbed against his chest. Ron lifted her chin and kissed her softly, tasting her tears on her lips.

“Okay. Time for me to go. See you later, Ron, ‘Mione.” He jumped out of the chair and ran back to the Gryffindor common room, hoping his girlfriend wasn’t already in bed and would be amenable to a little snogging before curfew.

Ron deepened the kiss when she pulled him closer, his hands pulling her comforter off her body to drop it on the floor in front of them. Her hands rushed to undress him, frenzied with heightened passion. Ron took her gown off, gasping to see her naked underneath. He caught his breath as she pulled his belt off and unzipped his jeans quickly.

“MMmmm….Slow down, Hermione,” he moaned.

“Curfew.”

“I’ll stay here with you. Oh, gods, “Mione,” he gasped as her fingers wrapped around his cock. He pulled her into his lap, his mouth laving her nipples alternately, squeezing and hefting their weight in his hands. She straddled him now, but didn’t take him inside her body.

“Are you sure, Ron?”

“Mione, you’re the only one I’ve wanted since I figured out what girls were for. I only took up with Lavender 'cause I was jealous of Krum and Ginny taunted me that night, remember?”

“Were you and Lavender—“

“I’m a virgin, Hermione. That doesn’t mean I don’t know some things.” He grinned and slid one hand around to squeeze one buttock. He rubbed himself against her wetness.

“I mean, are you sure you want to be with me, even though I’m pregnant?”

“I love you, Hermione. And as long as the birth father isn’t a part of your life, I want to be it. Marry me, Hermione. Only the three of us know it’s not mine. I promise to make you a good life, and I won’t treat the babe any different.” He said so emotionally that she started crying again. She’d had a crush on him since third year, but never had to courage to tell him her true feelings.

“Make love to me, Ron.” She stood up and knelt between his legs, pulling his pants completely off. She leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, licking delicately. He groaned and pulled her away gently.

“I can’t take that right now, honey.” He scooted down and pulled her to lie on the comforter in front of the fire, stroking her body from her knee to her neck, kissing her lips softly, gently over and over. She pulled him on top of her, opening her legs in invitation.

“Please, Ron. Now!” she gasped as he slid inside of her easily, lifting his weight off of her with his arms, thrusting slowly, rhythmically. She was tight, only having been with one other man once before. He leaned down to kiss her tenderly, his hips thrusting against hers.

“I love you, Hermione Jane Granger.”

“I love you so much, Ron. Faster, Ronald.” she moaned, biting her lip as he laughed and continued his languid thrusting. She ran her hands up and down his back, her nails digging in every time he thrust a little harder. She gripped his ass cheeks and pulled his closer as she wrapped her legs around him, thrusting up against him, desperate.

He thrust harder and faster, resting his weight on one hand beside her head, while stroking between their bodies, fondling her clit in time to their movements. She screamed his name as she came, tightening around his cock until he orgasmed with her, her name a moan he repeated over and over as he thrust shallowly into her, finally collapsing beside her breathlessly. She lay entwined with him, smiling for the first time since being told about the baby. If only it had been Ron as her first, instead of Malfoy.

“So, are you going to make an honest man of me, woman?” he whispered into her ear, nuzzling her bushy hair. He remembered a time when he’d teased her about her hair, but seeing it like this because he’d made love to her, and he knew he’d never say a thing about it again.

“Are you sure you can raise another man’s child?”

“It won’t be someone else’s, Hermione. It’ll be yours and mine. Ours! I love you, and he or she is a part of you.” He bit her ear, laughing. He’d never felt so replete after wanking. Real sex was much better.

“I love you. Yes, Ron, I’ll marry you.”

“Good. That’s settled. Now, no one needs to know anything other than our wedding date. Which will be soon, I hope?”

“How soon?”

“Next weekend. We’ll have it at the Burrow. Mum’ll be ecstatic. At least she won’t have to worry about French in-laws. She likes your mum and dad already.”

“Hermione Granger-Weasley.”

“You’re not going to get all uppity with the hyphens, are you, woman?” He cupped one breast tiredly, stroking her nipple with the thumb. She smiled over at him and rolled to curl up next to him.

“I’m an only child. I really want to keep Granger, at least for awhile.”

“Okay, luv.” He yawned and circled her with his arms, resting her head on his broad chest. She felt him drop into a slumber as her eyes closed, sighing restfully.

a/n~~ HAHAHAHHA bet you weren't expecting that one huh? lol....more is forthcoming. updating soon...keep up the reviews, i love hearing from everyone, even the people who hate it. :-)....later

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