The Weasel and the Genius

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters and the ideas of JK Rowling. I am writing only for entertainment and am not making any profit. Pls do not sue.
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“Oops sorry!” Hermione squealed, her eyes still plastered onto Ron’s naked torso. She had thundered in, wanting to ask him a question, and forgotten to knock.

“’so kay,” Ron muttered, turning to face her fully. Gosh, Hermione looked so cute with her burning face. She was donning a one-piece that had a tube top and a shimmering skirt that barely covered her thighs. Despite her die-hard habit of sitting to read for hours on end, her figure was never really challenged. “New outfit...?” he managed to croak.

“Oh...yes,” Hermione mumbled back. She could not help but let her eyes explore the wonderful ridges and curves that trailed gorgeously on Ron’s upper body. A loose pair of shorts only slightly covered his groin. ‘Ohmygod I just saw it bulge.’ Hermione took in a sharp breath. Shifting her gaze down reluctantly, she admired the lean muscle shaping his legs perfectly. Her lips parted wonderingly and took in Ron’s body shamelessly. She felt her sex starting to ache.

“Close the door, will you?” Ron’s voice seemed rather strained. Hermione nodded, and turned to do so. When she turned back again, a gasp of surprise left her. Ron had closed the distance between them and was now stretching a hand behind her, his eyes never leaving hers. Hermione’s eyes widened when she heard the click of the lock.

“We are alone in the house,” Ron said shortly, moving back slightly so that he could see the whole of Hermione.

“I wanted to ask you about that,” Hermione whispered, her center aching more feverishly as she felt Ron’s eyes on her. All over her. “They’ve gone out?”

“Mm... Diagon Alley, to get new quills. Apparently they put all their quills into the drawer downstairs, and some Shaving flies shaved them all up,” Ron said, earning a ringing giggle from Hermione. “Good thing I kept mine in my bag.”

A few moments of silence. Ron was staring meaningfully at Hermione’s eyes now. “Mione,” he muttered almost inaudibly. Hermione stepped closer, until she could faintly feel Ron’s breath on her face. “Mione... I... I want you.”

Hermione gave a small smile, and then leaned forward to capture Ron’s lips with her own. Ron’s lips parted immediately, and suddenly the kiss went out of control.

Hermione groaned and circled her arms around his neck to pull him closer, as Ron’s tongue danced in her mouth. She did not realize that Ron was pushing her back until she fell backwards onto his bed, Ron’s weight crushing down on her possessively.

Their kiss ended, and they stared at each other for a second, panting hard. Then before she realized it, Ron’s hand was on her breast, invoking a loud gasp from her. Soon he had her nipple hard under his stroking, and nearly yelled out when he felt her touching his.

Hermione sat up, locking his gaze, and reached for the hem of her skirt. Still holding Ron’s stare, she pulled it over head, leaving her with nothing on but a pair of white panties.

“Blimey,” Ron grunted as she threw her clothes on the floor. He reached once again for her breast, this time on bare skin. “You’re perfect.”

Lying over her again, Ron engaged Hermione’s mouth in another frenzy of kissing, while his hands did wonderful things to her breasts.

“Ron,” Hermione gasped, pulling his head up almost violently and guiding his mouth to suckle her. Hermione grabbed the bed sheets tightly as sensation after sensation tore through her.

Then she felt Ron’s hand sliding up her thigh, drifting past her most sensitive area then onto her panties. He pulled them down in one movement and they both realized she was wet. Very wet.

“RON!” Hermione gripped his shoulders hard. It was so good to feel his long fingers probing gently into her warm, wet folds. He relentlessly pressed deeper, and smiled lovingly when he heard Hermione gasp over and over again.

The next moment Hermione nearly jolted out of the bed, because his fingers were replaced with his mouth. “Oh god,” she whispered, pulling his head closer. Ron licked her opening, and stuck his tongue in, tasting her sweet fluid. Holding her legs open wide, he pushed her to her first climax, kissing the lips of her sex most erotically.

Hermione pushed him off and reversed their positions. Ignoring his blabbers, she kissed her way down his taut stomach, all the while struggling to pull down his shorts. Pausing awhile to take in his glory, she proceeded to envelope his steely length in her mouth. Sucking, licking, tasting so much but yet still too little.

Ron pulled her off forcefully, locking her mouth almost painfully with his. He once again rolled on top of her, and nudged her knees open.

Sensing his hesitance, Hermione nodded urgently at him. She felt the head of his length nestle between her folds and groaned, bracing herself.

Ron leaned over her, and gripping her hips hard, he thrust in. Hermione whimpered when the pain hit her. Ron remained motionless to let her get used to his size, caressing her hair gently.

After a few tense moments, they both felt the imminent sensation at their joining. Groaning in one voice, they started rocking, the friction driving them over the edge.

“I can’t...believe this,” Hermione gasped. Ron smiled, still moving slowly. “Neither can I.”

Hermione was so tight, Ron filled her to capacity. He withdrew slightly, then sank in again after she gave a disapproving grunt.

In and out, in and out Ron thrust, making Hermione more and more delirious.

“YesyesyesyesYES!!!” Hermione moaned as they reached their climax, and Ron pushed fully into her, releasing his hot passions spurting deep into her equally hot passage.

“Oh god,” Hermione mumbled, the sensations spiraling non-stop through her. Ron slipped out from where he belonged, and pulled himself down to her side.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione said, reading his mind upon seeing his worried expression. “I’m on the Anti-Preg spell.”

“You’ve been thinking about this?” Ron grinned, trailing one finger down her cheek.

“Well...yeah,” Hermione laughed, and leaned in for a kiss.

The kiss struck deep into their hearts, and at the same time, Ron and Hermione whispered:

“I love you.”