A moment of passion

Dedication: I know it's a bit late for this, but I want to thank my friend David (dwmerrell) for introducing me to the wonderful world of Harry Potter. This is a little present for him to express my gratefulness.

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

A moment of passion


"Are… are you sure you want to do this?" Ron asked as Hermione dragged him into the room of requirements. "What if someone caught us?"
"Everyone's busy with the graduation party and they won't miss us, Ronald," Hermione replied, "so shut up and kiss me."
She pulled him to her and locked her lips with his. His quick intake of breath opened his mouth slightly. Hermione, taking this as an invitation, plunged her tongue into his mouth. Ron made a mumbled sound that might have been protest.
As they stood, his hands sneaked into her soft hair, moving to the back of her neck tilting her head back so he could deepen the kiss. He felt more than heard her breath becoming harder and more erratic her moans lost in his mouth, driving him to push the kiss deeper. His hands where roaming over her soft small luscious body, as her arms woven around his neck pulling him deeper. He wrapped both arms around her back, pulling her to him in a warm embrace. She remembered the way he held her when they first kissed: the same control shows through here as well.
He pulled away from her for a moment, breathing hard. She buried her fingers into his soft red mane as he slid his kisses away from her parted lips to her jaw, as his hands slid from her back to her shoulders.
He reached around inside her shirt, caressing the bare skin there. When he slid it off her shoulders, it's like another touch: somehow he made the rough fabric come alive like an extension of his being. Once the shirt dropped to the floor he moved his caressing lips down her neck and throat, across her trembling shoulders and collarbone, between her breasts. Hermione let out a soft moan as his fingers kept up their slow path along her back; setting electric sparks up and down her spine. He removed her bra and let it drop to the ground as he nuzzled her neck.
Her eyes were laden with desire; Ron knew he wouldn't last long if this kept up. He started to kiss and nibble on the soft warm flesh of her neck. He placed his hands on her arse and lifted her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. She didn’t weigh hardly anything.
He gently lifted her in his arms and took her to a mattress the he didn't notice until now, lying her back onto the surprisingly soft surface like a child. He stretched out beside her, his thigh against hers, his arms wrapped around her torso. His mouth continued its slow search over her body, nipping here and there: when he reached her sensitive nipple he suckled gently, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. He then brought his other hand around and caressed the other breast. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. He leaned forward and she felt the tickle of his warm breath on her face.
Ron was too busy hearing her muffled moan, that seemed to echo forever in his mouth. He pulled away so he could nibble on her ear, as he whispered, "Hermione I want you."
She pulled away and looked into his eyes. His passion was slightly tempered with uncertainty when she pulled away from him.
"I wanu tou too, Ron," she whispered back.
"I can wait if you think this is too fast."
Hermione kissed him hard on the mouth. "I've waited four years for you, I think I've waited long enough," she said against his lips. This time he was the one to pull away.
"Four years?" he said amazed.
"Yes, Ronald. I have loved you for over four years."
"But… I thought everything started at the beginning of this term," he said.
Hermione blushed deeply, which made him smile.
"Remember our first Care of Magical Creatures class with Hagrid? The day he introduced us to Hippogriffs?"
"Since that day?" he asked surprisingly. How could he be so daft? That touch! He remembered their hands touching and Hermione's blush. It was when Harry was approaching Buckbeak.
"Yes," she whispered softly, still blushing.
His lips came down upon hers again as his hand caressed her breast.
They slowly undressed each other, there was no impatience, no ripping of clothes like idle adolescents, not knowing what they were doing or how to control their growing need. This was a meeting of two highly intelligent and brave Hogwarts graduates, whom though desperately wanted each other, still wanted to take it slow and enjoy each other to the fullest.
Hermione ran her hands down his white linen shirt. Loving the feel of it, but she wanted to feel his skin against hers more so. She started with pulling his shirt from his pants then moving upward, unbuttoning his shirt as she placed small kisses on the exposed skin. Ron looked down at her, as his hands ran though her hair. He loved looking at her kissing his skin. This was something he wanted to happen long ago, but he never had the guts to initiate. Hermione proved to be more Gryffindor than he was, by dragging him all the way from the Great Hall to this room.
Then a thought hit him but before he could say anything she pushed him backward onto the mattress. She climbed over him stealthily like a cat about to pounce on its pray. He smiled. She looked like a lion with that wild mane that resembled her house so clearly but it was the predatory look she gave him, like she could eat him whole. At that moment he really hoped she would.
Hermione kissed him deeply as he lay underneath her. She didn’t want this to go too fast, she wanted it to last forever if possible. She broke the kiss and let her lips travel down his chest. Stopping only to make lazy circles around his nipples, before moving lower. Finally she reached the li tra trail of hair that started at his belly button and moved lower only to be hidden from view by his pants.
She made a quick work of his pants and pulled them off. She looked at him for a moment, marveling at the sight of him. She gently took his erection into her hands. He was velvet soft and warm. She remembered every time she woke up from sleeping with the view of his erection, and the erotic dreams she had of him planted in her head like they were real.
She timidly licked the top of his erection testing the taste of him. Ron leaned his head back and moaned. Encouraged she took him into her mouth, he moaned louder. She took him deeper. A part of his brain that was still functioning, though just barely, realized that she did more, the more he moaned. Therefore, he decided not to hold back his verbal excitement for it seemed she enjoyed it too.
Ron felt himself reaching the limit as he felt the tip of his erection hit the very back of her throat. He pulled away from her as his earlier thought hit him; she was still half-clothed where he lay naked. Pushing her back onto the mattress and rolling on top of her he looked into her eyes.
"My turn," he whispered as he planted butterfly kisses on her lips, chin, throat, going all the way down.
Hermione closed her eyes and smiled. Every thought quickly left her mind as it shut down and only sensation of what he was doing to her took over.
What Ron was doing at that moment was very slow circles around her clit. He wanted her to moan as he did, he wanted her to enjoy him as he enjoyed her. But mostly he wanted her to lose her mind. He knew her mind only too well; she would be analyzing everything. He didn’t want that; he wanted her wanton and passionate. He looked up into her face as his tongue crossed over her clit, she moaned loudly, and thrust her hips upward giving him better access. He placed a finger inside her and moved it in and out slowly.
"Ohh…" she called out and he placed a second finger and continued pumping her slowly as he continued to make lazy circles around her clit, making sure he didn't touch it with his tongue.
"RONALD!" she yelled as hands plunged into his hair holding on to him for dear life.
He started to suckle her clit, which made her move her hips uncontrollably. He moaned loudly vibrating her with his voice.
"Ronald… Bilius… Weasley…" she said between gasps, "I want you… inside me. Now!"
That was an order, and he could do nothing against it.
"With pleasure," he replied and pulled his fingers out, and positioned himself to enter her.
Their movements started slow, then he started to thrust a bit harder, just a bit deeper each time until she was yelling for him to go deeper yet harder and faster than the last. Every time she encouraged him he complied until he was losing all control. Hermione let out a loud cry of ecstasy and she arched her back which gave him a closer access to her breasts. He took one breast in his hand and caressed it, while his mouth possessed the other. He slammed into her, bringing her higher in ecstasy that she lost all thought again. He felt her walls contract as she climaxed, heard her yelling his name as she came. Not being able to hold back much longer he followed her, coming deep inside her.
He felt his warm seed spill into her and her panting heavily as he lifted her up toward him again. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder with her face in his neck. He tilted his head until their lips met in a soft slow kiss.
After their heartbeats evened out, she rolled off of him. They lay next to each other and he pulled her close to him and put an arm on her waist. He rested his head on his hand and looked at her, she looked deeply into his eyes and saw a glitter there.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Your eyes," she said, almost whispering, "they seem different. You seem different."
"We both are different now," he whispered back, "we belong to each other and I won't let you go."
"I won't let you go either," Hermione replied and kissed his lips softly.
Ron held her closer to his chest and she closed her eyes enjoying the sense of him as she cuddled into his chest.

THE END