Truth or Dare

Silk. Her hands were like the warmest smoothest silk, sliding on his cock, right where he had wanted them for almost 4 years. She fit perfectly around him, and it was all Ron could do to not moan rather loudly. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on keeping control of himself.
“Looks like he’s enjoying it.” Fred said, nodding in approval. Hermione rubbed her thumb across the head then smoothed her hand all the way to the base of his manhood. Ron opened his eyes, and looked at Hermione. She was watching his face closely, like he was a particularly interesting book. Gods, does she know how sexy that look is? Ron thought as she bit her lip and ran her hand up and down the length of him again.
“How many was that?” She asked him, whispering.
“I, uh, really, oh, I don’t know. Two?” Ron said, struggling to form a sentence.
“You can stop if you want.” Harry said. Ron could tell he was smiling, and heard Ginny giggle next to him.
“Please no…” Ron said, then looked horrified that he had let that slip.
“It’s ok, I can finish.” Hermione said, sounding like wanking Ron was a particularly difficiult essay assigned by Snape. She tightened her hold on him, and continued to stroke him. She increased her speed to the point where Ron was nearly ready to explode. Then she took her hands away.
“That was fun.” Hermione said smiling, and then fainted dead away.
“Well, that’s unfortunate.” Fred said, as Ron caught her before she slid out of her chair, and tried to make himself decent at the same time. Harry, seeing the problem, stood up and steadied Hermione as Ron zipped up.
“She drank her glass and Ron’s.” Ginny said, looking worried. “Maybe you should take her inside, Ron.” Ron stood, scooping Hermione into his arms.
“I’ll put her to bed. She’s going to be terribly upset in the morning.” Ron said.
“Well, who’s turn is it now?” Lilly said from across the table.
“I’ll take Hermione’s.” Ron said. “Fred, your going to choose dare anyway, so I dare you to strip, to the music, on the table.” Harry laughed.
“Nice one. As much as I would like to see that, I’m going to go inside with Ron. Just for a minute, to see that Hermione is ok.” Harry said, as Ginny looked ready to protest.
“Right then, hurry back.” Ginny said, winking. Harry and Ron walked out of the cover of the tent. Ron looked down at the girl in his arms. This was not how he had imagined putting Hermione to bed the first time. It was suppoed to be sonft and romantic, they were supposed to have expressed their long standing feelings to each other, and she was supposed to say : I’m ready in that bossy voice of hers that turned him on to no end, and then he would…Harry laughed.
“What?” Ron asked, hoping Harry hadn’t seen the longing look on Ron’s face. Harry pointed at the table behind them. Fred was topless waving his shirt in the air, whooping while the rest of the table fell about laughing.
“Good one Ron.” Harry said. Ron nodded, relieved.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Hermione’s head was swimming. The last thing she remembered thinking was that she was glad she had touched Ron. Oh Merlin! She had touched Ron, and he had liked it! She heard voices above her, and felt herself being lowered into a bed.
“Well, she’s breathing ok, and she hasn’t done the Technicolor-yawn all over you. This is good.” That was Harry’s voice.
“Yea. I didn’t know she was such a lightweight.” Ron said.
“I don’t think she knew either.” Harry said, laughing. Hermione felt the bed shift as someone sat on it. Then she felt a hand tuck her hair behind her ear. Harry cleared his throat.
“Right. There’s water in a pitcher. I'll get some hangover potion up here in the morning. I’m leaving.” Harry said, briskly. Hermione heard the door close, and then lock.
“Harry, what are you doing?” Ron said, getting off the bed.
“Giving you space and opportunity. I’ve charmed the door; it will open in the morning. I’m putting a silencing charm on it as soon as I’m done talking to you. You and Hermione have some things to…er…discuss, so that’s what you’re going to do. I’ll see you then.” Harry said.
“Harry? HARRY!” Ron yelled. Hermione opened her eyes to see Ron banging on the door.
“Please Ron, you’re too loud.” Hermione said, not sounding like herself at all. Her words came out husky and soft, quite unlike her normal straightforward, get-to-the-point voice.
“Hermione! You’re awake! Here, Harry says you are to have some water.” Ron said, blushing furiously, and pouring water into a glass.
“Ron, I feel quite strange. I don’t think 2 glasses of Firewhisky is good for me.” Hermione said accepting the glass. Ron laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear again.
“I don’t think so either. You should go back to sleep. You are not going to feel very nice in the morning, so Harry’s going to sneak some hangover potion up here. Then I’m going to pound him.” Ron said, looking darkly at the door.
“We could do what he said, you know. Talk about…things.” Hermione said, looking away. She had been trying to find a way to have a discussion with Ron about her feelings for him all summer. She had even talked to Ginny about it, who had probably told Harry, and now they were here, by themselves, locked in Ron's bedchamber.
“Listen Hermione, you don’t have to say anything. You are drunk, and you will probably regret everything in the morning. So just get some rest.” Ron said, getting up and taking off his jacket. Hermione closed her eyes, and wondered Where is he going to sleep? Then she was stunned speechless as Ron, clad only in his boxers said:
“Budge over.”


A/N: Thank you to my Beta Nikki, you were a great help.

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