IT

TITLE: IT

AUTHOR: Melody Triton

RATING: NC-17 (Adult)

SUMMARY: Ron and Hermione: Intimate Moment

PAIRINGS: Ronald Weasley / Hermione Granger

CATEGORIES: Het, M/F, Lemon, WAFF, Plot-What-Plot (PWP), AU

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a one-shot, and ends with the last word of this page. I started this fable at the beginning of the action, mainly because I have a tendency to focus a bit too much on background, scenery and the like. As with my story "The Sweetness of Secrets," I did not give the characters an age.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

NOTE: If you see text inside these "( )" it means the character is thinking.

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IT

The first thing Hermione Granger was aware of was the steady stream of sunlight that shone through the domed skylight above. The backs of her closed eyelids brightened orange-red; she squinted, stirred, her legs rubbing against cool cotton sheets. She opened her eyes, breathed deeply, and coughed. "Damn," she said, patting her chest. "That's the last time I let Ron talk me into having a cigarette. I don't care." Her cup was still next to the mattress; thank goodness there was still a little water left in it. "If he wants to pollute his lungs with that foul stuff"--she leaned over, picking it up--" that's his business." The water was warm by now but it helped. After taking a drink, she set the cup down.

Glancing upward again, she wondered if it'd snowed last night. They'd been getting a lot of it these past few days, and with most everyone gone on Christmas holiday, there wasn't much to do during the day except play in it, not that she really enjoyed that, but Ron did. She sighed, thinking it would be another cold day spent outdoors. But it was worth it...a small price to pay for this secret little hide-away of theirs.

Thanks to Peeves, Hogwarts resident poltergeist, Ron had been able to get hold of this cozy, out-of-the-way spot where he and Hermione would sneak off and spend the night from time to time. The Marauders Map was also quite helpful-- it kept them abreast of any passers by. Peeves usually did his part too, keeping wanderers at bay. Of course, he had to...Ron held him over a barrel.

See, Peeves had a tendency to peek in on the players after Quidditch practice. Now that in itself sounds harmless enough, but Ron had nabbed Peeves watching the Hufflepuff Team taking their showers, and as pesky as everyone knew Peeves was, the little ghost didn't want to be knows as being THAT pesky. Dumbledore would surely be furious and cast him from Hogwarts...or at least that was what Ron told Peeves, who, in this case, was inclined to agree. As a result, in return for Ron's silence, Peeves introduced him to one of the lesser-knows rooms in the school. He also agreed to stand guard when ever said premises were to be occupied.

A pretty good deal, Ron thought.

Hermione reached quickly for the cup again. Empty. Her throat was still scratchy, and when she tried to focus, she found that her eyes were a little heavy. "Oh well." She rolled to her side and wiggled until she was comfortable. Just then, the feeling of a familiar hand touching one of her bare breasts cleared her vision instantly.

"Heard you talking," Ron said. He was smiling, But not just because he was also naked. Well, perhaps that was why he was smiling. He seemed to do that a lot when he was naked. "You didn't wake me; I've been up for a while." His left hand moved to cup the soft slope of his girlfriend's breast. "The sun's out now; bet it's like that all day."

He sounded less than thrilled about that. Hermione smiled, bottom lip over the top. This was her 'I'm-not-going-to-say-what-I'm-thinking' smile. No sense telling him she was glad. The room darkened a bit, just now. It made her eyes feel better. She stretched, speaking through a yawn. "There goes the sun." She shrugged the shoulder she wasn't laying on. "Perhaps you're dreaming."

Ron cocked an eyebrow. "If I am," he said, the tone of his voice not hiding that he was taking great pleasure in the feeling of her breast, "don't wake me." He scooted a little closer; there was a 'poke' just above her bellybutton. Ron usually woke with a hard on, and today was no different. The boy's eyes widened a bit when the head of his penis touched her. He moved his hand, touching her other breast. "This is the best dream I've ever had."

Hermione didn't veer away; she knew Ron liked to touch her breasts. Besides, he was very gentle; he never squeezed or tried to dis-attach them when he got excited…just soft-caresses, needing, yet respectful. What's more, she rather enjoyed his touching them; she loved how her nipples tingled at his touch, hardening under the circles traced by the pad of his thumb. Ron continued to circle, always slow, around her quarter-sized areola, over again, around. It didn't take long for Hermione's chest to fill with air, lowering again with an out-breath through parted lips.

"Thought you'd like that," Ron said with a grin. His cock was so hard now. Gods, he loved touching her. "Morning."

Hermione ebbed foreword--"Morning"--and nailed Ron's mouth with a practiced kiss. Her supple hand roamed over Ron's back, pulling his body tight to her breasts, her stomach. Ron had to moan; sounds of sweet agony muffled into her mouth. His whole body tingled from the sensation of sweat and skin kneaded his swelling erection.

Hermione could feel the length of his cock against her stomach. The heat of it. Its pulsing. She loved the feeling of her boyfriends cock against her body; it drove her wild with ecstasy, and she knew she would submit to his every move. She tongued the rim of the boy's ear, eliciting a shiver. Ron breathed in the warmth emanating from her skin; he bucked and pumped up against her, and that was all it took. He gave a gentle push, and in a moment, he was laying on top of her. The scent of sleep and sweat and girl drifted up from her body and filled his senses-- perfumes of the universe pervading his space. Alluring. Enticing. Her skin felt so warm against his skin, and the pressure building inside his cock was intoxicating. He loved how Hermione's skin always felt so soft, like a whispering breeze. Ron opened his mouth to her kiss, and they embraced each other with a hunger known only to young lovers.

Bringing his knees up, his bum arched skyward. His legs, like two hydraulic lifts, brought him to a seated position just over her pelvis. Strong, Quidditch-player thigh muscles flexed, his knees pressed into the mattress, against her hips, steadying him. Sensing his balance, his right foot acted as a wedge, spreading her legs apart. Hermione didn't mind that his legs were nearly as smooth as hers; actually, it felt rather soothing. Before she finished her thought, the boy was kneeling before her. Reaching down, he cupped both palms under her youthful frame, easily lifting her hips with one even gesture.

Rather commanding, she thought, never resisting. Heat, light, boundless energy struck at her senses. She was ready to surrender to her passions until it struck her: this was the first time she had seem him naked in the daylight. There he was, directly in front of her…this beautiful, naked boy of hers, lifting her pelvis to match his own. Her grin caught Ron's attention and he stopped.

"What?" he asked. "Don't --you --want to?" A deep breath; he barely got the words out, swallowing the lump in his throat, feeling a little self conscious. He didn't want to force her. He loved her too much.

Hermione wiggled her shoulders, said--"No"--then corrected herself--"I mean, of course I want to." Ron's expression said he was confused. Better explain fast, she thought, or he'd feel bad and stop. "It's just I've never seen you naked in the daytime before."

At first it looked like Ron didn't like the sound of that, then, he lowered her back onto the mattress and smiled, rolling his eyes. "What? Yes you have."

"No I haven't," Hermione replied, suddenly wishing she'd kept her mouth shut. "It's always been dark when we...you know. When we…did it."

Ron grinned again, a little more strongly this time. "Did it?" Was Hermione blushing? She certainly is. Patches of crimson dotted her cheeks. Ron wanted to kiss them just now, but he was still so horny and his cock was so hard. He toyed with the thought in his mind for a moment…thing's she'd never seen. "Never seen me naked in the daylight before, you say?" Ron spoke again before Hermione could reply. "Reckon you'd never seen me do this before either."

Hermione stared at him, eyes round as plates; she half squealed his name, catching the 'N' at a breath. Ron was looking directly into her eyes, but she wasn't looking at his. She may have looked frozen, or as if she were in a trance, but she was acutely aware of the young boy's right hand wrapped around his rod. He worked it like a master, rubbing back and forth, gaining slightly in speed as his sensitivity increased; a sharp breath; stomach quivering, relaxing. Hermione managed to move her eyes up to meet his; Ron was glad for it-- the look on her face signified that his bit of playful daring hadn't thrown her off course.

"Nope," he said through shuttered breaths. (Damn, this feel's so good!) "You haven't seen me do this before." (Better slow down, don't wanna cum before she does.)

Hermione shook her head. She loved how silly Ron could be sometimes. "You're right, I haven't"--her voice sounded like silk--"had the pleasure of seeing you do that."

The corner of Ron's mouth turned up. (Pleasure, ey?)

She looked him over with narrowed eyes, and matched his indulgent small grin.

Ron's breath hitched, biting his lips. Briefly, he squeezed his eyes shut. Hermione knew he was close; she reached up to takes his cock in hand. Ron stopped with a twitch, said "uh!", and held her hand at bay. "No," he said, still a little flustered, squinting his eyes. That was close, he thought. Almost shot one that time. His lips parted to speak, excitement coursing through his veins. "Got a better idea," he said, as his strong hand clasped her wrist, so small and fragile, moving her arm down toward her body, across her bare stomach, fingers just touching her clitoral hood.

Ron made sure his fingers touched.

(…Oh my! He wants me to masturbate!) Hermione made a little protest for show, but didn't pull her hand away. "Are you kidding?" she giggle-said. Ron's look said 'Hell-no-I'm-not-kidding!' She glared up at him. "Are you serious?" she said in the same tone of voice, not being able to think of anything better to say.

Ron took his hand away. To his relief, Hermione's stayed. He sighed inwardly-- so far, so good. "I just want to see it," he said, and realizing he'd also said "it," and smiled. "I mean…erm, after all…" (Why doesn't she just start?) "You watched me, didn't you?" He was on all fours now, leaning over her, eyes looking at eyes, his weight held up by his arms; his hands made a depression into the mattress. Without even a thought, his lips lowered to touch hers. "Come on,"--he kissed her once, softly…their noses touched--"you know I'll say please."

Hermione melted inside. Ron never had to say please, though it was a little exciting when he did. Her eyes lowered to slips. Did the look on her face give anything away? She knew she wasn't about to move her hand away, and she had a feeling Ron knew it too.

Slowly, she inserted a finger into her vagina, took it out, stroking her clitoris. She tried to keep her face expressionless, but it wasn't to be.

Ron felt her shoulder brush against his arm. He moved his hand to the left so ithat wouldn't happen again. She's doing this for me, he thought. Because I asked her to. Moist lips pressed down on hers. Her breath quickened, exhaling into his mouth. Ron could taste the night before, taste himself in her mouth. He lifted his head with a hiss, cooling her lips. Feeling a warm satisfaction coursing through his veins, his back arched, straightened to sit upright, making damn sure to allow enough room between the two of them for her to--

He couldn't see her-- he was sitting too far up. Son of a bitch! Now what?! He didn't want to wiggle too much; otherwise she might think that was enough and stop. Better think fast! --He said, "Oh ya," ...kind of moaning-like, hoping against hope that her comfort lever would stay and she'd keep doing ...IT.

All at once, a series of well-balanced, and damn lucky, body movements took place: one hand on her free arm, he said in his mind, talking himself through, …good. Now bend down, kiss. Okay. Now move the ass a little... legs... almost... finally! He straightened up. Fina-fuckingly, he thought. I can see her now!

Good thing Hermione's not a mind-reader. This could only happen to a guy.

Ron shortly realized that Hermione hadn't even noticed he'd moved. Her eyes were still shut, head back, one stream of tear trailed from her left eye and into her hair. Well, he thought, at least she's getting in to it.

A moment was spent just watching; he'd never seen a girl do ...it... before. It made him hot, surely, but it also fascinated him to no end. Her thumb and forefinger were on both sides of her clitoris, gently rolling it between her fingers. She traced a circle with her middle finger--- woh! She liked that! She drew her legs up, teasing her genitals as her excitement began to grow.

"Okay," Ron said, and took hold of her hand. Hermione's eyes opened to blurred vision; she squint them clear. "Hey" Ron said. "Save some for me."

No more foreplay; Hermione's glare rivaled that of fire. "Then don't let's waste time with this!"

In one fluid movement, Ron was on his back with Hermione on top of him. This, too, was different. Usually Ron was the one on top, but now-- Hermione shook her head. Her hair was a tangled, wild, curly mess. Ron loved it! He felt giddy, as though he balanced on a mountain precipice with a steep gorge yawning before him.

Hermione pressed her hands into Ron's chest, arching her back upward, sliding her palms down his stomach. She could feel his cock alive with fury underneath her. No more foreplay, she thought again, lifted, lowering onto him.

Warm, wet flesh squeezed around Ron's cock; he could have cum in that instant and Hermione wouldn't have stopped. She was yearning, panting, quivering...and he was hers, all hers, for the taking.

Penetration-- a complex orchestration of eroticism. Giving, receiving, gently, firmly, lovingly, holding an embrace of warmth, passion and love. The feeling drove her into an abyss of sensuality; pulling back, teasing with affection, teasing again, slowly, deeply, rhythmically. It searched the erogenous zones of her mind, entered her deepest thoughts, the contours of her soul, like swelling heat in a boiling storm, making her body ache with desire, craving more and more.

Desire, the lone predator, ruled her. She crouched in reverence to its might-- submissive, whimpering pleas. It took her in. Stole her air. Finally, she could resist no more.

Ron held tight to her knees that pressed against his hips. All at once, he felt the warmth of her flow; so clear the sound; spring rain raging, like a tempest against his shore. Hermione basked in the moment, lost as her tremors subsided. She took a deep breath-- relief and gratification coursing through her. Ron relaxed too, muscles at ease, eyes like diamonds looking at her. So gorgeous, he mused. So beautiful it was almost pain to look at her.


FIN

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