The Holidays Are Here

Chapter Four

Hermione had estimated the time turner perfectly. She could hear Harry and Ginny giving Ron a hard time about the fire. She paused, and waited for them to leave before finishing down the stairs.

Ron looked up as Hermione entered the common room. When she came into full view, he just sat there, frozen in place. His jaw actually dropped open for a moment, before he realized how he was staring at her. Closing is mouth, he hoped she hadn't noticed.

She walked past where he was seated , still at the table where he and Harry had just finished their game of Knight's Chess. As soon as she past him, she dropped her cloak, purposefully. Keeping her knees together, she bent over at the waist to pick it up. Her skirt rose up several inches, and her pussy pushed out past her thighs.

Ron stared at her beautiful ass, and tracing the thin fabric of her panties to her little mound, he could make out each lip with ease. Noting how the fabric slipped into her slit just slightly, he saw a small collection of moisture. The fabric that hid her mound from his view resembled a tight little peach, just waiting to be split open.

Amazingly enough, it smelled like a peach, too. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him now. He followed it down to her thighs, where her white stockings were tied very tightly. His member swelled to full length now, and he dare not stand up. She might think he was a pervert, or worse, some kind of sick rapist! His thoughts were beginning to deafen him.

“Ronald Weasley!” she shouted. She was facing him now, a false look of disgust masking her face.
“I'm sorry,” he blurted. “I didn't mean to stare, honest. You just dropped your-”
“Stare at what, Ron?” she interrupted.
“Uh, nothing.” He was obviously back-peddling now, and she had to know it. “Nothing. I thought I saw a, a huge bird, yeah, out the window.”

“You are such a terrible liar. You can't even hide a perfectly good stare, when the opportunity arises. This makes twice today I have caught you, you know.”

Ron felt horrible. He didn't know what to say at this point. “Hermione, I,” he started to speak, but just couldn't find the words. He took in a deep breath, and got it all off his chest at once, and in record speed. “Ithinkyerbeutifulwillyoukissme.”

“What? Slow down Ron, and try again. I couldn't make out anything you just said.” Ron stood up, no longer afraid if she saw his boner. After all, it was only fair, right? He snatched two good looks at her today. “Hermione. I,” he hesitated again, but pushed through to speak. “I think you are so beautiful. Will you kiss me?” There, he had said it, and now he winced, waiting for the slap to strike him across the face.

Instead, nothing happened right away. He peeked through one eye to see her standing there, waiting on him. She dropped her cloak again, but this time she did so to free her hands. She grabbed his shirt by the scruff of the collar as she stepped into him. He flinched at first, thinking she was about to strangle him. Instead, she pulled him down to meet her lips. Standing on her toes to reach him, she opened her mouth and offered her tongue to him. He realized what had just transpired, and accepted her tongue, meeting it with his. They shared a long, deep kiss. Ron pressed his hard-on into her stomach, as she pressed her breasts into his stomach.

Excitement stirred in Ron's chest. He knew something amazing might happen here, as long as Hermione didn't try to think her way through this. If she did, he would probably be left rubbing a sore jaw in a few minutes. Little did he know that she, the great Know-It-All herself wasn't thinking at all. She was feeling. “I want you terribly, Ron. I have fantasized about this moment for too long.” She began to feel a tug at her heartstrings again. She pulled her shirt out of her skirt, and led his hands to the bottom buttons. “Take my top off.”

Ron was so nervous that he broke off the first two buttons before stopping to gather his wits. “Don't worry about the shirt, it's from last year. Go ahead and rip it off, if you want.” He moved his hands to the collar, and gripped tightly. With one strong pull, he ripped her shirt open, the remaining buttons flying across the room.

“I have wanted you, too, Hermione. Since the day we met, I have been in love with you. Even when we were angry at each other, I still harbored feelings for you.” Hermione shrugged her shoulders to let the torn garment fall to the floor. She stepped back, and slowly turned a full circle, giving him a good look at her flat stomach and round ass.

After finishing her turn, she ran her hands up her thighs, pulling up her skirt a bit. Ron caught another glimpse of her pretty little knickers before she let the skirt fall back into place. Her hands continued up to her chest, where she ran her fingers across her rock hard nipples. Excitement governed her actions now, as she no longer thought about anything other than the two of them together.

Ron took off his shirt, and took her back into his arms. She felt so small, so fragile to him. He didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want to stop either. “Come sit down, Ron.” She led him over to the couch, and pushed him into the back of it. She kicked off her shoes and climbed on top of him, resting her little peach on top of his boner. He reached up to massage her breasts through the lace fabric as she began to rub herself up and down the length of the erection in his trousers. He moved one hand under her skirt, to massage her ass. Her knickers definitely excited him. It was as if she didn't have any on at all. Feeling the bare skin of her bum made his dick harder than ever.

Hermione opened the clasp on the front of her bra, and let her breasts fall to Ron's mouth. He kissed and licked them passionately, bringing them to a new height of sensitivity. She sat up, and spread his arms out across the back of the couch in a teasing manner. “No touching,” she said. “You need to be punished for looking up my shirt this morning.”

Ron didn't know what to say. He just did as he was told, and let Hermione do all the work. Her bra slipped down her petite frame, the straps catching on her elbows. It now rested across the small of her back. She returned to grinding her peach into him, kissing him across his throat and chest. Her breasts swung about his face and neck as she playfully slapped them into him repeatedly.

She got up, turned around and bent over for him. She wiggled her ass a bit before sitting back into his lap. She was grinding the small bit of fabric in the back of her knickers against his hard cock now. He wanted to grab her hips terribly. “Please Hermione, let me touch you.”

“Not yet.” The folds of her skirt swashed across his stomach teasingly. He was in agony now, knowing that she was either going to stop all together soon, completing his torture, or she would keep going. Either way, the experience of seeing her this way would forever change the way he viewed her.

She stood up and turned back around to face him. She got on her knees and slid his pajamas and underwear off. She gasped at the sight of his cock. It was longer than she thought it would be, and thick too. Looking down the length, she got very excited when she saw the red hairs at the base of his shaft.

She took his cock in one hand and begun stroking it. “You may touch me again, but only from the neck up.” Looking into his eyes, she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. He reached down to grab her honey colored curly hair, still in a tight bun, and loosened the ribbon to let her hair fall. He pushed it to one side so he could watch. She turned her head to the side to offer him a better view of himself inside her mouth. He watched as the tip pushed against her cheek, then felt it pass her jawbone, stopping short of her throat.

Hermione came up briefly, “I need you to help me make it all the way down. Push me down on your cock.” She went back to it, going faster than before. She cupped his balls in one hand, and stroked the base of his shaft with the other. Ron gently pushed her down, and with each pass, she was able to cram his cock in a little further. Soon, he felt himself hitting the back of her throat. His balls began to swell, and were aching now.

Hermione sucked him like this for ten more minutes before his balls finally began to twitch. “Oh, God... I'm going to-” She squeezed his balls gently and the base of his cock tightly as she crammed herself down one last time as far as she could go. On her way up, Ron groaned, and shot load after load of his sticky love into her mouth. It tasted hot and salty to her. There was too much, though, and it spilled past her lips, down her chin as she tried her very best to swallow it all. She didn't like the taste very much, but she wanted to so badly to make him happy.

“God that was great!” Ron sighed. “Did you like it too?” Hermione looked up to him. “I did, just not the end. I don't like the way it tastes, but I'll try to swallow it every time if it will make you happy.”

“It would make me very happy, but you don't have to every time,” he said. “We can always try other things.” Hermione grabbed her shirt and wiped the rest off her chin and breasts.

“It's my turn,” he said, calling her “my precious little peach.” She liked that a lot. He stood her up, and got on his knees. Reaching under her skirt, he slipped his fingers into the waistband on either side of her knickers. He gave them a little tug, and they fell over his hands with ease. The middle still stayed pinched between her thighs.

He imagined peeling back the petals of a flower, waiting to see the nectar stored inside. As he peeled her knickers the rest of the way down, he saw her pussy for the first time. He leaned up and kissed it, licking her lips and teasing her clit. He put his whole mouth on it and kissed it, like he kissed her mouth earlier. As he pushed his tongue inside, he felt the heat of her pussy. She was hot, wet and ready. But he wasn't. He wanted to suck on her peach for a bit first.

“Lie back, Hermione.” he guided her to the couch, and laid her back. She spread her legs wide, and let her feet rest on his shoulders. Ron went back to kissing and nibbling on and around her clit. He pushed one finger into her twat, and immediately her juices began to flow like a river.

“Give me another one.” she gasped. Ron obliged, and shoved another one in. He could barely fit them both, but managed to loosen her up a bit more. He placed his other hand on her stomach, and massaged it while he licked her love from her pussy. He breathed in her musky aroma, her little hairs tickling his nose. The smell of her pussy, mixed with the peach scent, aroused him once again.

He attacked her clit with his tongue harder now, and sped up the thrusts of his fingers. Hermione's hips began to match his speed, as well as his intensity. She looked down to see him staring up at her, looking past her fur, erect nipples, and into her eyes. Sweat beaded up all over her body as her lust intensified. She clutched the back of his head and pushed her little peach into his face, grinding now as hard as she could.

Resting her light little body on his shoulders, she started bucking up and down, raising her hips off the couch. Cries of passion escaped from her mouth as she bit down on her lower lip. She could still taste him in her mouth, and it excited her more now than it did before.

“Deeper,” she cried. “tickle the back. It's my sweet sp-” Hermione froze as Ron found the spot. Her words were replaced with screams. “I'm cumming, Ron! I'm cumming!” he squeezed her peach one last time with his mouth, and the juice flowed down his chin. He felt her stomach tighten and release several times as she ground her pussy into him.

Her orgasm subsided, and he slid up to kiss her. They could taste their own juices in each other's mouths. “I love you , Ron.”

“I love you too. I always have.” He looked deep into her eyes, as if searching her soul. “Is your little peach open enough for this?” Ron rested the head of his stiff cock on her slit. “No, but it's the best I can do. But let's not do it here. I want to move closer to the fire.” Ron stood up, and swept her into his arms, carrying her across the room, and lay her gently on the floor.

He stood up and scanned the room for a blanket, but didn't see one anywhere. He saw the large Gryffindor banner on the wall, and thought for a second. “What the hell,” he said, as he pulled it down. He walked back to her, laid it flat on the floor and doubled it over, like a makeshift pallet. Pulling the top half open, he invited her to bed.

Hermione trembled with the thought of what was about to happen. “You're shaking, my little peach.”

“I'm a little nervous. I've never, you know, done this with anyone before. You're my first, Ron.”

“Well, you're my first too, Hermione. Let's just go slow for now. Nothing fancy, deal?” She just nodded her head, and lay back. Ron crawled up between her thighs, and stopped to unbuckle the side of her tiny skirt. He pulled it down past her hips, and off her entirely.

She was completely naked now, except for her stockings. Ron crawled back up between her thighs, not stopping this time until he could rest his cock on her slit. He pulled the banner over them both, and looked longingly at her. “Are you ready?” She just closed her eyes and nodded. Ron guided the head of his cock to her small opening. “I love you.”

“Take it, Ron. Take my virginity.” Her heart was pounding so hard now, her left breast shook with each beat.

He pushed the tip an inch past her opening, and she gasped with pain. She wrapped her arms around his back, and dug her red nails into him. Ron saw a tear slip from her eyes. He pushed in a little further, and could feel the seal of her innocence begin to rip.

Hermione cried out again with the pain. Tears were leaking out from her closed eyes. Ron backed out a bit before he pushed in again. Her pussy was too tight still, but he pushed into her further still. She dug her nails into his back deeper now, and could feel blood leaking from where she scratched into him.

“Just go all the way at once, please.”

Hermione felt Ron strip her virginity completely away with one final thrust. They both cried out in pain this time. Her pussy was still too tight, and it hurt him as well. Not moving, he waited for her to open up to him.

She could feel the blood dripping from between her legs. Finally, she opened her eyes as she felt her pussy loosen. “I'm ready now.” Ron started working his shaft in and out of her. Slowly, her twat began to flutter, and his cock swelled. “I'm going to cum soon.” He sped up and pumped her hard a few times before he moaned out her name.

Quickly, he pulled out of her, and she massaged his balls and shaft until his love sprayed across her chest, and beyond to her face and hair. They both collapsed, and embraced one another. “I'm sorry I hurt you,” he said, but she stopped him. “Don't be. It won't hurt every time. I'm glad we finally got together.”

Ron rolled off her, and she rolled to one side, with him behind her. He curled up next to her, and wrapped his arm around her, holding one of her breasts. He pulled her tight to his chest. “I'm never letting go. Never.”

Forgetting all about lunch, they both fell asleep by the light of the fire.

-End Chapter