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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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6,050
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15
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Lip Service
Title: Lip Service
Author: FitzsFool
Disclaimer: Huh? You mean I don’t own them? Then what’s with all the royalty cheques? Cripes!
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ron catches a glimpse of Hermione
Genre: PWP, Smut
Author\'s Notes: It has to be said at this juncture that I’m very nervous about posting this because I seriously doubt my own smuttiness. I’ve never really tried writing it because I look at some of the fantastic stuff out there and just despair.. That said, the plot (heh, plot) bunny bit at 12am this morning and I was powerless to resist.
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He was bloody glad that she didn’t know he was watching.
Catching Hermione Granger in anything less than picture-perfect mode was always cause for celebration, but this was something that he would cherish for a long, long time.
Thank God for invisibility cloaks.
Pressing himself closer to the door, Ron tried to ignore the hardness in his trousers and concentrate instead on the glorious view in front of him. Sneaking in to the Head Girl’s private rooms was hardly behaviour fitting a prefect, but Ron was well past caring about that.
Just when had she gotten so beautiful?
He watched, mouth dry, as she finished unbuttoning that prim blouse, watched as she folded it carefully before placing it in the laundry basket. That was Hermione alright, even folding clothes that needed to be washed.
His breath hitched in his throat as she turned fully to face the door, and he saw that the bra she was wearing was nude coloured and sheer, clearly showing her nipples. Her bottom half was still respectably clad in her Hogwarts skirt and knee length socks, but Ron found himself wishing fervently that she would just take them off…
She obliged, unzipping the skirt and letting it pool around her feet, revealing matching nude panties.
Merlin. Hermione hair.
Ron’s head rolled sideways to hit against the doorframe with a slight thunk, the hardness in his trousers becoming unbearable. Stealthily, so as not to alert the witch in front of him to his presence, he unzipped his trousers and eased his aching cock out of its enclosure.
What was he doing? This was Hermione! He’d only come up here to…. To what, exactly? Smell her shampoo and rub his face in her jumper? Bloody hell, that sounded pathetic even to him.
Ah shit, she was taking off the bra.
Ron stiffened (ha) as she peeled the straps off her shoulders with a sigh, absently rubbing her collarbone. With her back to the door as she bent from the waist, she hooked both thumbs in the elastic of her knickers and slowly slid them down, affording Ron a fine view of her ass as she did so.
Ron’s hand moved to his cock of its own volition, rubbing his thumb along the head, pupils fully dilated as he watched the woman in front of him.
Hermione straightened, grabbing a dressing gown from the back of a chair and whipping her head round to face the door once more.
“Enjoying the show, Ron?”
He jumped as Hermione spoke, an unfathomable look in those depthless eyes. One hand on her hip, she looked like an Amazon. How the bloody hell did she know he was here?
“You cast a shadow, you know, even in the invisibility cloak.”
Ah. Fair play.
Stuffing his wilting cock back into his trousers, he quickly zipped himself back up and shrugged off the cloak, plastering his most sheepish look to his face.
“I was just, um, well..”
“Spying on me like some Peeping Tom!” She accused, folding her arms over her breasts and huffing out a breath.
“No! Well, not exactly..”
“Oh yes, I’m sure the Gryffindor male contingent would have loved to see pictures of Hermione Granger naked. Got some sort of camera concealed about your person, do you?”
“Eh?” Ron reflected that he was hardly sounding at his most intelligent, even as he said it.
“I know you all laugh at me, you know, I know you all think that I’m some sort of freak, with my bushy hair and soft body… Nothing like Padma or even Ginny..” Hermione had raised her chin defiantly, eyes glittering as she dared him to contradict her.
“We don’t think that!” Ron exclaimed, shocked.
“No? So Dean and Colin Bloody Creevey weren’t discussing how ugly they found me last week? As I recall, Dean said he’d rather shag a rhino than me…” Hermione’s voice cracked slightly on the last few words.
“But ‘Mione, they’re nutters, you know that! I don’t think you’re ugly…” He stepped forwards, trying to convince her of the sincerity of his words.
“No? So why were you watching me, then, if not to report back and have a good laugh?”
“For someone so clever you can be bloody stupid, Hermione.”
Hermione glared at him in response, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting her head in her palms. Ron crossed over to kneel in front of her, gently tipping her chin up with one finger, “I think you’re gorgeous, Hermione, I always have. Your body is… Well, it’s lovely.” She raised her eyes to look at him, surprise written large in their chocolate depths. Seizing the moment, he leant forward and gently captured her mouth with his own. After a shocked moment, she responded. Groaning slightly, Ron gently parted her lips with his tongue and took his first taste of her; cinnamon and toffee. Pushing himself up to his feet, he pulled her up too and licked gently along her jawbone as she curled her fingers in his hair. As he slowly worked his way round to her ear, he gently untied her robe and slipped his hands in, caressing her warm back, hearing her moan before feeling her bite sharply into his shoulder. Pulling back, he started to stutter an apology before she stopped him by the simple expedient of placing her mouth over his again.
“I wasn’t doing that to stop you,” she whispered between kisses, “I just got a bit carried away..”
“S’okay,” he whispered back, bending his head to suck gently at her neck.
Hermione’s knees buckled as Ron continued to kiss his way down her neck, only pausing to push her robes gently down to her elbows, leaving her with the modest covering that they provided. She clutched his shoulders and dug her nails in as he flicked one nipple with his tongue, still not quite believing what was happening to her.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against her breast, the vibrations sending tingles all the way down to her core.
“No fair,” she gasped, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back up, “I’m nearly naked and you’re still fully clothed.” Grasping the edges of his shirt with both hands, Hermione wrenched it open, not caring that the buttons popped free of their moorings and scattered over her pristine floor. Bending her own head, she grazed her teeth over a nipple and was rewarded by a sharply indrawn breath. Smiling against his chest, she trailed a hand lower and skirted it round the waistband of his trousers, gently teasing the sensitive flesh of his hipbones.
“’Mione,” he groaned, his own hands grasping her ass and trying to pull her closer to his body. She pushed her ass back against his hands, not allowing him the satisfaction such close contact would bring. She fumbled with the button on his trousers, cursing softly before managing to undo it, all but wrenching them off his body in her haste to see him naked.
She wasn’t disappointed.
He was already straining at his boxers, a wet patch on the front bearing mute testament to his arousal. Hermione rubbed a finger across the patch lightly, causing Ron to yet again groan her name. Biting her lip, she moved her hands downwards to his thighs and gently stroked upwards, deliberately avoiding his most sensitive spot.
Ron just about hit the roof when she replaced her fingers with her tongue.
She still avoided touching his cock, wanting to prolong the excitement for as long as possible. She pulled his boxers down carefully, drawing in a breath when his erection was finally freed. She blew on it softly, and watched it quiver. Licking her lips, she pressed a kiss to either side of his cock before oh-so-slowly drawing her tongue along its full length.
Ron’s hands grasped the tops of her arms and pulled her back up, mouth devouring hers with an unmatched ferocity, hips grinding mindlessly into hers.
“’Mione, if you want to stop..” he was breathing harshly, blue eyes shining with lust.
She shook her head, reaching down a hand and wrapping it around his cock. Christ, she was so wet for him already…
As if reading her mind, Ron pulled off her robes and crushed her mouth to his again, one long finger gently teasing along the crease of her pussy. Hermione tried to press herself onto him, but Ron was extracting payback for her teasing treatment of him minutes before. He slowly dipped his finger deeper into her, all the time staring into her eyes. Hermione ground her hips against him in frustration, a nameless ache building inside her as he finally pushed his finger fully into her, his thumb rubbing her clit just hard enough to make her yelp.
“Ron,” she pleaded, hardly knowing what she was pleading for. In answer, he increased the tempo of his movements until Hermione spun over the edge, muscles clenching around his fingers. Even as she felt the release, Hermione felt strangely bereft that he hadn’t joined her.
Seconds later, Ron had her lying back on the bed, kissing his way up her stomach, pausing at her breasts to suck gently on each nipple in turn. Still over-sensitive from her orgasm, the pleasure bordered on pain and Hermione locked her legs around his waist, urging him towards his goal. With a gasp, Ron slid inside her, taking a moment to catch his breath before beginning to move. Hermione grasped her legs more tightly around him, nails raking down his back as he slammed into her. His hand snaked down between them and he began rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts.
Hermione squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she felt yet another orgasm building inside of her – surely she couldn’t come twice in such quick succession?
She bloody could. The climax ripped over her, leaving her gasping. Seconds later she felt Ron empty into her with a hoarse “Hermione!” before slumping onto her chest.
“Merlin, Hermione, I don’t know what Dean Thomas is on about, a rhino could never match that…”
Finis
Well? Well??
Author: FitzsFool
Disclaimer: Huh? You mean I don’t own them? Then what’s with all the royalty cheques? Cripes!
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ron catches a glimpse of Hermione
Genre: PWP, Smut
Author\'s Notes: It has to be said at this juncture that I’m very nervous about posting this because I seriously doubt my own smuttiness. I’ve never really tried writing it because I look at some of the fantastic stuff out there and just despair.. That said, the plot (heh, plot) bunny bit at 12am this morning and I was powerless to resist.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was bloody glad that she didn’t know he was watching.
Catching Hermione Granger in anything less than picture-perfect mode was always cause for celebration, but this was something that he would cherish for a long, long time.
Thank God for invisibility cloaks.
Pressing himself closer to the door, Ron tried to ignore the hardness in his trousers and concentrate instead on the glorious view in front of him. Sneaking in to the Head Girl’s private rooms was hardly behaviour fitting a prefect, but Ron was well past caring about that.
Just when had she gotten so beautiful?
He watched, mouth dry, as she finished unbuttoning that prim blouse, watched as she folded it carefully before placing it in the laundry basket. That was Hermione alright, even folding clothes that needed to be washed.
His breath hitched in his throat as she turned fully to face the door, and he saw that the bra she was wearing was nude coloured and sheer, clearly showing her nipples. Her bottom half was still respectably clad in her Hogwarts skirt and knee length socks, but Ron found himself wishing fervently that she would just take them off…
She obliged, unzipping the skirt and letting it pool around her feet, revealing matching nude panties.
Merlin. Hermione hair.
Ron’s head rolled sideways to hit against the doorframe with a slight thunk, the hardness in his trousers becoming unbearable. Stealthily, so as not to alert the witch in front of him to his presence, he unzipped his trousers and eased his aching cock out of its enclosure.
What was he doing? This was Hermione! He’d only come up here to…. To what, exactly? Smell her shampoo and rub his face in her jumper? Bloody hell, that sounded pathetic even to him.
Ah shit, she was taking off the bra.
Ron stiffened (ha) as she peeled the straps off her shoulders with a sigh, absently rubbing her collarbone. With her back to the door as she bent from the waist, she hooked both thumbs in the elastic of her knickers and slowly slid them down, affording Ron a fine view of her ass as she did so.
Ron’s hand moved to his cock of its own volition, rubbing his thumb along the head, pupils fully dilated as he watched the woman in front of him.
Hermione straightened, grabbing a dressing gown from the back of a chair and whipping her head round to face the door once more.
“Enjoying the show, Ron?”
He jumped as Hermione spoke, an unfathomable look in those depthless eyes. One hand on her hip, she looked like an Amazon. How the bloody hell did she know he was here?
“You cast a shadow, you know, even in the invisibility cloak.”
Ah. Fair play.
Stuffing his wilting cock back into his trousers, he quickly zipped himself back up and shrugged off the cloak, plastering his most sheepish look to his face.
“I was just, um, well..”
“Spying on me like some Peeping Tom!” She accused, folding her arms over her breasts and huffing out a breath.
“No! Well, not exactly..”
“Oh yes, I’m sure the Gryffindor male contingent would have loved to see pictures of Hermione Granger naked. Got some sort of camera concealed about your person, do you?”
“Eh?” Ron reflected that he was hardly sounding at his most intelligent, even as he said it.
“I know you all laugh at me, you know, I know you all think that I’m some sort of freak, with my bushy hair and soft body… Nothing like Padma or even Ginny..” Hermione had raised her chin defiantly, eyes glittering as she dared him to contradict her.
“We don’t think that!” Ron exclaimed, shocked.
“No? So Dean and Colin Bloody Creevey weren’t discussing how ugly they found me last week? As I recall, Dean said he’d rather shag a rhino than me…” Hermione’s voice cracked slightly on the last few words.
“But ‘Mione, they’re nutters, you know that! I don’t think you’re ugly…” He stepped forwards, trying to convince her of the sincerity of his words.
“No? So why were you watching me, then, if not to report back and have a good laugh?”
“For someone so clever you can be bloody stupid, Hermione.”
Hermione glared at him in response, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting her head in her palms. Ron crossed over to kneel in front of her, gently tipping her chin up with one finger, “I think you’re gorgeous, Hermione, I always have. Your body is… Well, it’s lovely.” She raised her eyes to look at him, surprise written large in their chocolate depths. Seizing the moment, he leant forward and gently captured her mouth with his own. After a shocked moment, she responded. Groaning slightly, Ron gently parted her lips with his tongue and took his first taste of her; cinnamon and toffee. Pushing himself up to his feet, he pulled her up too and licked gently along her jawbone as she curled her fingers in his hair. As he slowly worked his way round to her ear, he gently untied her robe and slipped his hands in, caressing her warm back, hearing her moan before feeling her bite sharply into his shoulder. Pulling back, he started to stutter an apology before she stopped him by the simple expedient of placing her mouth over his again.
“I wasn’t doing that to stop you,” she whispered between kisses, “I just got a bit carried away..”
“S’okay,” he whispered back, bending his head to suck gently at her neck.
Hermione’s knees buckled as Ron continued to kiss his way down her neck, only pausing to push her robes gently down to her elbows, leaving her with the modest covering that they provided. She clutched his shoulders and dug her nails in as he flicked one nipple with his tongue, still not quite believing what was happening to her.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against her breast, the vibrations sending tingles all the way down to her core.
“No fair,” she gasped, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back up, “I’m nearly naked and you’re still fully clothed.” Grasping the edges of his shirt with both hands, Hermione wrenched it open, not caring that the buttons popped free of their moorings and scattered over her pristine floor. Bending her own head, she grazed her teeth over a nipple and was rewarded by a sharply indrawn breath. Smiling against his chest, she trailed a hand lower and skirted it round the waistband of his trousers, gently teasing the sensitive flesh of his hipbones.
“’Mione,” he groaned, his own hands grasping her ass and trying to pull her closer to his body. She pushed her ass back against his hands, not allowing him the satisfaction such close contact would bring. She fumbled with the button on his trousers, cursing softly before managing to undo it, all but wrenching them off his body in her haste to see him naked.
She wasn’t disappointed.
He was already straining at his boxers, a wet patch on the front bearing mute testament to his arousal. Hermione rubbed a finger across the patch lightly, causing Ron to yet again groan her name. Biting her lip, she moved her hands downwards to his thighs and gently stroked upwards, deliberately avoiding his most sensitive spot.
Ron just about hit the roof when she replaced her fingers with her tongue.
She still avoided touching his cock, wanting to prolong the excitement for as long as possible. She pulled his boxers down carefully, drawing in a breath when his erection was finally freed. She blew on it softly, and watched it quiver. Licking her lips, she pressed a kiss to either side of his cock before oh-so-slowly drawing her tongue along its full length.
Ron’s hands grasped the tops of her arms and pulled her back up, mouth devouring hers with an unmatched ferocity, hips grinding mindlessly into hers.
“’Mione, if you want to stop..” he was breathing harshly, blue eyes shining with lust.
She shook her head, reaching down a hand and wrapping it around his cock. Christ, she was so wet for him already…
As if reading her mind, Ron pulled off her robes and crushed her mouth to his again, one long finger gently teasing along the crease of her pussy. Hermione tried to press herself onto him, but Ron was extracting payback for her teasing treatment of him minutes before. He slowly dipped his finger deeper into her, all the time staring into her eyes. Hermione ground her hips against him in frustration, a nameless ache building inside her as he finally pushed his finger fully into her, his thumb rubbing her clit just hard enough to make her yelp.
“Ron,” she pleaded, hardly knowing what she was pleading for. In answer, he increased the tempo of his movements until Hermione spun over the edge, muscles clenching around his fingers. Even as she felt the release, Hermione felt strangely bereft that he hadn’t joined her.
Seconds later, Ron had her lying back on the bed, kissing his way up her stomach, pausing at her breasts to suck gently on each nipple in turn. Still over-sensitive from her orgasm, the pleasure bordered on pain and Hermione locked her legs around his waist, urging him towards his goal. With a gasp, Ron slid inside her, taking a moment to catch his breath before beginning to move. Hermione grasped her legs more tightly around him, nails raking down his back as he slammed into her. His hand snaked down between them and he began rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts.
Hermione squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she felt yet another orgasm building inside of her – surely she couldn’t come twice in such quick succession?
She bloody could. The climax ripped over her, leaving her gasping. Seconds later she felt Ron empty into her with a hoarse “Hermione!” before slumping onto her chest.
“Merlin, Hermione, I don’t know what Dean Thomas is on about, a rhino could never match that…”
Finis
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