100 Ways to Kill a Weasley

There was quite a commotion in the Great Hall, the celebration of Voldemort’s defeat was still going on, and the reporters, parents, and officials from the Ministry had swamped the grounds inside and out it seemed. Harry had requested that he\'d be given a few moments alone, away from all of the cries of victory, congratulations, and endless words of gratitude that he could no longer stomach in the wake of the deaths of so many people that he had loved. He had told Hermione and Ron not to tell anyone where he was and left them to fend for themselves in the midst of the growing crowd.



Ron had pulled Hermione close and told her he would much rather be exploring other aspects of their new relationship than talking to Skeeter about the horrific events of the last few days. They had shared a look of silent understanding and then snuck away for their first shag session.



Ron had seemed especially nervous, but Hermione had figured he would be for his first time. After kissing passionately and finger fucking her, she had told him she was ready, but she couldn’t help but giggle when she saw the expression on his face. It had been obvious she was going to have to take the lead in this area as she did with everything else she did with him. Ron had been shaking and so she put him on his back to relax his nerves as she massaged his hard cock preparing him for her. She couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that she was going to have to play the role of tutor once again.



As she placed her hands firmly on his chest to balance herself over his cock, she saw his eyes go wide with anticipation. He had been shaking, and Hermione had to close her eyes to keep from laughing in his face. She began to slide her wetness over his cock, letting the head slip in slowly, inch by inch until she was sitting on him, completely filled.



She heard him gasp and rise slightly before she heard a thud accompanied by a ragged sigh. She figured it was a sigh of pleasure, or perhaps relief; he finally had a hot willing Hermione Granger gripping his cock.



She couldn’t believe how hard Ron’s cock was as she rode him, and with her eyes closed, she let her head fall back, squeezing his thighs to hold herself up.



“Oh, Ron, yes, it feels so good.”



She spread her legs wider, leaning farther back as she lifted herself up again before sliding back onto his cock.



“Ron, mmm, yes, that’s good,”



Well, it was and it wasn’t. A nice hard cock is always good, but why wasn’t the wanker moving? She understood this was his first time, but even first timers know how to move their hips, it’s natural isn’t it? She let out a frustrated groan.



“Ron, it’s OK, you’re not going to hurt me, you can start moving now,”



No answer.



“Ron?” She looked down into the wide glassy eyes of Ronald Weasley. The elated joy and surprise of being inside of a woman for the first time had been forever frozen in death on his face.



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At the funeral…





After the countless memorial services and funerals they all attended, the Weasleys had decided that Ron\'s funeral would be a private and low key for family and close friends only. After everything Harry had been through, Hermione could barely look at him. Ginny had reassured her that it wasn’t her fault, and that she would help Harry get through this.



Hermione nodded numbly, not knowing if she would be able to get through this herself. It had been a week since Ron had died and she had closed herself off, avoiding contact with everyone, waiting for the funeral to come and go. She hadn’t spoken to anyone but Harry after it happened. So seeing them all here together for the first time in a week hurt, and she wanted more than anything to be back at her parents’ house, in her room, under the covers with a good book, alone away from everyone.



Everyone at the funeral was trying to make Hermione feel better, they knew she felt responsible for Ron’s death.



Mrs. Weasley came up to her with a piece of cake “Dear, please eat something.”



She took the cake, not looking at it and tried to give Mrs. Weasley a smile but found she couldn’t even look the woman in the eye.



“Now what’s this business about you not returning to Hogwarts?”



Hermione didn’t feel like discussing it, but she had already told Harry that she didn’t know if she could return to Hogwarts now that Ron was gone.



“Yes, I think it’s time for me to return back home, with my parents.”



“But Hogwarts is your home! You can\'t give up on magic," said Ginny.



“Yes, that would be most unfortunate Ms. Granger,” said a deep rich familiar voice that she thought she’d never hear again.



Turning on her heel quickly, her eyes almost popping out of her head she looked up into the deep hypnotic black eyes of the only professor that had ever made her feel lost and vulnerable.



Severus Snape. But he…he couldn’t be, he’s….



“Oh Hermione, sorry, with all that\'s been going on, I forgot to tell you, Professor Snape is alive. He was only stunned into paralysis by Nagini, he lost a lot of blood, but the Healers were able to get to him in time," Harry explained.



“But how?” Hermione stammered



“I developed a potion, an venom antidote, in anticipation for such an attack. My body had built quite an immunity to the snake’s poison by the time I was attacked,” he said, staring down at her.



“Now, what’s this I hear about you not returning to Hogwarts?”



The others turned away and went back to talking in order to allow Professor Snape room to discuss the matter with Hermione.



Inhaling deeping, Hermione looked down and shook her head, “I-I don’t think there’s anything left for me there.”



When he didn’t answer her, she looked up to see him watching her most curiously before a smirk appeared on his face.



“Ms. Granger, you are one of the most talented witches to ever step foot inside of Hogwarts, and that, I dare say, I’ve had the pleasure of teaching. iIt would only add to the loss suffered by the survivors of Hogwarts if you were to leave.”



Hermione felt her mouth drop open upon hearing his words. She never thought she’d see the day when Professor Snape gave her a compliment, on her intellect no less.



Reaching down with his hand with a genuine smile she had never seen before, he cupped her chin, and closed her mouth for her.



“How about we talk about this more, when things settle a bit?”



Hermione was at a loss for words, but managed to say “Um, sure-sure Professor Snape.”



Leaning down to whisper into her ear, brushing his lips against her earlobe, “Please call me Severus.”



Hermione shivered. She couldn\'t help the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she looked into the deep obsidian depths of his gaze. There was a flicker there of a warmth and adoration she had so long dreamed she\'d see from him.



Maybe there was something left for her at Hogwarts after all.