In Front of Us All Along
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,357
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
In Front of Us All Along
Disclaimer: I, the author of In Front of Us All Along, do not own any of the characters, places, or ideas from the Harry Potter books written by JK Rowling. All credit belongs to her besides the plot of this story. I am in no way associated with JK Rowling or any of the companies associated with her and her books.
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Ron shifted in his bed aware that he wouldn’t be sleeping that night. She had touched him and he realized that there was something different now. She had grabbed his quill from his hand and her pointer finger brushed against his. It was simple enough. Why was it causing him from sleeping?
Harry had been sleeping for a while now and he could hear Neville’s snores coming from his bed. Why did that kid never use a silencing charm? Ron pushed the covers off of himself and stares blankly at the top of his canopy bed. Why was this happening to him? Why couldn’t he get her out of his mind?
He turned to his side to see Harry fast asleep with his mouth wide open. He was jealous that he couldn’t be that he wasn’t like his roommates in a deep slumber, instead he was thinking about her. How many years had it been and he just barely noticed that she was a woman.
~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~
“No, Ron, that isn’t right. I won’t be able to help you on your NEWTS,” She said leaning over him grabbing at his quill. She touched his hand in the process and his heart began to pound in the process. She was so close to him at that moment and he could feel the warmth radiating off of her body. She scratched out what he had written and took note of something else. She pulled away giving him a chance to smell her. His breath changed at this situation. She sat down and he stared at her letting his eyes fall down to her chest. Merlin, she had a chest. How come he didn’t notice that before? He returned his gaze back to her face to see that she had been blushing. Did she notice that he had been staring at her? “Thank you,” Ron said trying to lighten the moment.
~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~
He gulped remembering it all and rolled back onto his back. He never had thought about her before like a woman. Sure, he had stared at Parvati or Lavender a couple of times but only because they flaunted themselves about the castle wearing skimpy outfits. Why was he thinking about Hermione?
He felt a twitch in his pants as the blood started to flow down that region. Merlin, not now, he scolded himself. Not thinking about HER. She’s your best mate, he thought punching the pillow behind his head to fluff it up. He looked down realizing he was fully erect. BLOODY HELL, he mentally screamed. It wasn’t even as if he could take care of it now either because then, he would know he wanked off because of Hermione. Why was this happening, he asked himself.
He pulled the curtains closed around his bed and climbed under the covers. Hormones, he thought, that explained everything. He was seventeen and hadn’t even kissed a girl and now it was getting to him. He was now thinking about his best friend. Was it because he wasn’t attractive that he hadn’t kissed a girl? Harry had kissed a girl two years ago even though it didn’t go the way he had hoped it would go. He had a few girls who had mentioned to him that they liked him but he didn’t like them in return. No one was good enough. What was he waiting for? It couldn’t be Hermione, could it? They did fight a lot and it was almost as if they were both desperate for each other’s attention.
His whole body was tense thinking about her and he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he took care of his raging erection. A cold shower, he considered, no that would only put it off for an hour or so until the problem returned. He wouldn’t think of Hermione. He would just take care of it quick, and get it over with, he thought reaching down under the covers and under his waistband of his sleep pants. He grabbed his erection firmly in his hand and gently tugged it upwards. This felt different, he thought getting a bit worried. The sensations took over him as he began to stroke it a bit faster.
He felt the tension building in his body and his mind wandered to a girl doing this for him instead. Her small hand nervously playing with his manhood, stroking it until he called her name. Her curly brown hair falling down her face as she ventured to put her mouth on it taking him in her warm hot mouth moving it up and down until he exploded into her mouth moaning, ‘Oh Hermione’.
“Bloody hell,” he whispered grabbing his wand to clean up his mess. That was a lot faster than normal. He wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye the next morning. Why did he think about her? Why did he get off thinking about her, like that? With the tension washing away he soon fell asleep and dreamt of her only to wake up with another problem.
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Hey everyone let me know what you think. This is my first time ever writing ANYTHING like this. I\'ll gladly take suggestions and constructive criticism. Thanks so much for reading.
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Ron shifted in his bed aware that he wouldn’t be sleeping that night. She had touched him and he realized that there was something different now. She had grabbed his quill from his hand and her pointer finger brushed against his. It was simple enough. Why was it causing him from sleeping?
Harry had been sleeping for a while now and he could hear Neville’s snores coming from his bed. Why did that kid never use a silencing charm? Ron pushed the covers off of himself and stares blankly at the top of his canopy bed. Why was this happening to him? Why couldn’t he get her out of his mind?
He turned to his side to see Harry fast asleep with his mouth wide open. He was jealous that he couldn’t be that he wasn’t like his roommates in a deep slumber, instead he was thinking about her. How many years had it been and he just barely noticed that she was a woman.
~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~
“No, Ron, that isn’t right. I won’t be able to help you on your NEWTS,” She said leaning over him grabbing at his quill. She touched his hand in the process and his heart began to pound in the process. She was so close to him at that moment and he could feel the warmth radiating off of her body. She scratched out what he had written and took note of something else. She pulled away giving him a chance to smell her. His breath changed at this situation. She sat down and he stared at her letting his eyes fall down to her chest. Merlin, she had a chest. How come he didn’t notice that before? He returned his gaze back to her face to see that she had been blushing. Did she notice that he had been staring at her? “Thank you,” Ron said trying to lighten the moment.
~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~
He gulped remembering it all and rolled back onto his back. He never had thought about her before like a woman. Sure, he had stared at Parvati or Lavender a couple of times but only because they flaunted themselves about the castle wearing skimpy outfits. Why was he thinking about Hermione?
He felt a twitch in his pants as the blood started to flow down that region. Merlin, not now, he scolded himself. Not thinking about HER. She’s your best mate, he thought punching the pillow behind his head to fluff it up. He looked down realizing he was fully erect. BLOODY HELL, he mentally screamed. It wasn’t even as if he could take care of it now either because then, he would know he wanked off because of Hermione. Why was this happening, he asked himself.
He pulled the curtains closed around his bed and climbed under the covers. Hormones, he thought, that explained everything. He was seventeen and hadn’t even kissed a girl and now it was getting to him. He was now thinking about his best friend. Was it because he wasn’t attractive that he hadn’t kissed a girl? Harry had kissed a girl two years ago even though it didn’t go the way he had hoped it would go. He had a few girls who had mentioned to him that they liked him but he didn’t like them in return. No one was good enough. What was he waiting for? It couldn’t be Hermione, could it? They did fight a lot and it was almost as if they were both desperate for each other’s attention.
His whole body was tense thinking about her and he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he took care of his raging erection. A cold shower, he considered, no that would only put it off for an hour or so until the problem returned. He wouldn’t think of Hermione. He would just take care of it quick, and get it over with, he thought reaching down under the covers and under his waistband of his sleep pants. He grabbed his erection firmly in his hand and gently tugged it upwards. This felt different, he thought getting a bit worried. The sensations took over him as he began to stroke it a bit faster.
He felt the tension building in his body and his mind wandered to a girl doing this for him instead. Her small hand nervously playing with his manhood, stroking it until he called her name. Her curly brown hair falling down her face as she ventured to put her mouth on it taking him in her warm hot mouth moving it up and down until he exploded into her mouth moaning, ‘Oh Hermione’.
“Bloody hell,” he whispered grabbing his wand to clean up his mess. That was a lot faster than normal. He wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye the next morning. Why did he think about her? Why did he get off thinking about her, like that? With the tension washing away he soon fell asleep and dreamt of her only to wake up with another problem.
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Hey everyone let me know what you think. This is my first time ever writing ANYTHING like this. I\'ll gladly take suggestions and constructive criticism. Thanks so much for reading.