The Twisted Lives we Live

The first few chapters serve as a form of prequel, setting up the main story. The Main story will occur during their 6th year at Hogwarts, but none of the plot developments of the 6th book will occur.

The Ped warning is in place because this chapter deals with characters of 13, and subsequent chapters may deal with the ages 14 and 15 before I move on the main story

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Chapter 1


It had all started 3 years ago, when they were all only 13. Had they known where it would take them, perhaps they would have refrained, but then who at their age, could have had the forethought to know?


Alone in the common room, Hermione and Ron tirelessly scribbled out their essay’s for History of Magic, wondering why on earth it was necessary to know the motives of the ancient druids in banning the practice of magic outside their order. Yawning, Ron looked over at Hermione’s work, only to see that she had written what looked to be at least twice his own essay. Swearing under his breath, Ron scratched his head and dove back into his work, trying vainly to think of anything he hadn’t already written.

Hermione was wracked with nerves, she had known exactly what she was going to write the moment the essay had been given to them, yet here she was and she couldn’t remember half of it. On top of that she had an Ancient Runes essay to do as well, leaning back in her chair, she ran her fingers through her hair and groaned in annoyance, as she did so she caught sight of Ron’s essay, which was a little over half the size of hers, at that at least she could smirk, but she knew she didn’t have the time to be wasting on smirking, and as the common room clock hit midnight, she began to write again.

Their silent work continued, neither venturing even a cough as the minutes bled away, neither got much done. It was Ron who broke the silence, with a curse.

“Where the bloody hell is Harry!”

“Late night Quidditch practice?” Came the reply from Hermione

“Nope, that was Tuesday” countered Ron “didn’t he have a detention from Snape?”

“Nope that’s tomorrow”

With that they returned to their essays, silently wracking their minds as they continued to search for the increasingly allusive answers to what they should be writing.

As the Clock struck one, Hermione stood up, swearing under her breath.

“What’s wrong with you” said Ron, barely looking up from his work.

“I’m out.”

“Out a’ what?”

“Ideas. I’ve got nothing left, I know there’s so much more I should be writing, but I can’t think of any of it!”

“Well you’re already over the word limit aren’t you? So why don’t you just wrap it up and be done with it?”

“Because I know there’s more! I can’t just stop when I know it’s not my best work!”

“’Mione, you need to calm down, its just one essay, it doesn’t matter, and as it is you’ll still beat everyone else in the class!”

“Easy for you to say! You don’t care about being mediocre, you don’t mind only doing so-so in class, BUT I DO!”

“Hermione, keep it down! You’ll wake the whole house up at this rate!”

“I know” sobbed Hermione, “But it’s just, I can’t leave it, I can’t explain, I just can’t leave it as is, I can’t leave it unfinished.”

Ron got up from the table, and put his arms around Hermione.

“You just need to calm down Mione, just relax…..” said Ron, trying to be soothing.

“You think I haven’t tried that! I know. I know, I know its just one stupid essay, but I have to keep working on it, I have to get it perfect, I have too…………” her words were cut off, as all of a sudden, Ron kissed her.

The kiss lasted for mere moments, before Hermione pushed him away.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” shouted Hermione, ignorant once more of the House’s sleeping denizens.

Ron seemed to be as startled as she was, beginning to form words, then stopping mid syllable, until after a minute or so, he gave up entirely.

“Well!” cried Hermione, as she stepped towards him with a menacing stare, “why did yoo…” this time it was she who kissed him.

The kissed fiercely for what seemed to be hours, but was really just a handful of seconds. As their tongues entwined, and Ron’s hands twirled strands of Hermione’s hair, they seemed detached from all. Then with a snap, they pulled apart.

Not daring to look the other in the eye, they suddenly became terribly interested in the carpet, and although muttering to themselves, neither spoke a full word aloud.

“Blimey…….” Muttered Ron, still ashen-faced, “I think ill go to bed now……” As he walked past Hermione, she grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him around, before kissing him again. This time, no one broke the kiss. Ron’s hands began to search throughout Hermione’s body, through her hair, over her shoulders, down her arms, across her breasts, down her stomach to her hips, their was a chaotic ecstasy to it, as they silently groped each other, their tongues locked in fiercest battle.

Hastily, and clumsily, they removed each-others robes, Ron’s hands then hastily tearing at the buttons of Hermione’s blouse, pulling them open, one by one. Hermione wasted no such time on Ron, simply tearing the shirt asunder, and letting it fall off him on its own.

Ron was panicking, he didn’t know what to do or what was going on, and yet it seemed the Hermione was dictating the pace, and it was far easier to follow her lead, than work out what was happening, and so, looking at the lust in her eyes, he continued his path, kissing down her neck and shoulder, and then coming to her breasts, with his teeth he undid the clasp of her bra, leaving her utterly topless.

He stared at her small, yet still succulent tits, and her small puffy pink nipples. Suddenly he felt her hands at his waist, undoing the clasp of his belt, and before Ron could work out what was happening, her pants, and his boxers, were on the floor. He was naked, and Hermione was topless. In a split second all time seemed to stop, and it dawned on Ron exactly where they were headed with this, but he didn’t have a clue why, all he knew was the mad glint in Hermione’s eye, and his own overpowering teenage hormones, he knew where they were going, and he couldn’t wait. Time unfroze, as Hermione jumped up onto one of the tables, sitting on it with her legs over the side. Pushing back her skirt, Ron slowly pulled off her panties, exposing her bare pussy for him to see, as he gazed upon it, he could feel a twitching in his cock.

Hermione lay back on the table, and with that wild glint in her eyes, waited lustfully for Ron to fuck her. He grabbed her legs, spreading them wide, and then they were but moments from it, his cock just grazing the lips of her expectant cunt, Ron struggled for a moment to recall advice one of his brothers might have given him about sex, but drawing a blank, he pushed such thoughts from his mind, and with one forceful shove, he entered his entire cock, into her extremely tight pussy.

If Hermione had felt any pain, she didn’t show it, the sudden rupture of her hymen, seemed to be of no consequence, as Ron lay atop her and began to kiss her again, and as he did so, he began to slowly pull his cock out of her, and then reinserted it, completely the painfully slow process several times before he got the hang of what he was doing. Then, with a silent nod of approval from Hermione, he began to pick up his pace.

The conscious part of Ron’s mind remained in activity, the part that kept telling him to stop, the part that kept telling him he’d be caught, the part that kept telling him the consequences of getting caught. However, that part of the brain was just a whisper now, as he rhythmically pumped his rock-hard cock in and out of Hermione’s incredibly tight cunt, egged on by her throaty moans, Ron began to speed up, fucking her faster and faster as she writhed beneath him.

Suddenly she began to shake and quiver, her whole body erupting in movement, and her moans became screams of delight, at the change Ron’s conscious brain recovered ground. He had to stop, he had to stop, but he didn’t, every second that passed he pumped her harder, and deeper, and faster, he could feel himself about to cum. Red lights went off in his head, this he knew he had to stop, what if she got pregnant? He had to pullout, he had to pullout now! But even as he thought it, Hermione let out a great moan, and her back arched, her pussy walls clamping down as she orgasmed. Ron’s escape plan went out the window, as the extra tightness around his cock sent him out of his mind, driving him to push as deep into her as he could, fucking her tight sweet pussy with all his might. Finally he grabbed her by the sides, forced himself in till he could go no further, and with a groan, sprayed her pussy with his hot cum, his teenage seed soaking her insides and filling her womb.

Rolling off her, his dick slid out of her pussy. His mind flew back to him, he needed to get out, and he needed to get out now! He grabbed his clothes off the floor, then picked up his school books, and without a word, fled to his dorm. Hermione remained laying on the table, her legs till splayed; Ron’s cum slowly leaking out of cunt, upon her face was a look of perfect happiness.

He hadn’t had a clue what he was doing, or why he was doing it, or why she wanted it. But, she knew, she knew from the moment he’d kissed her, and the dreadful cold, the eery dead feeling that so frequently came to her at times of stress or fear, was gone. She knew, she knew she needed him. When he was fucking her, when his cock was thrusting through her tight pussy, it was the only time she’d ever been truly content. The pain didn’t matter to her, all that mattered was that as his seed filled her pussy, as she writhed in orgasm, it was the only time she’d ever been able to make the cold go away.

Then she got up, put on her clothes, and returned to her homework.


The only question was: Why had he kissed her in the first place?




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