Best Friends

Author: Xtreme17nc13

Title: Best Friends

Summary: Ron is finally taking notice of Hermione, in every way. 2,938 words.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and no copyright infringement is intended.

Pairing(s): Ron/Hermione

Author's Note: This is the very first bit of Harry Potter het that I have ever written. It probably sucks. I wrote this for Tara a.k.a. wackytarz (hope you like it!), as a Christmas Present. She also BETA'd it for me. I've had to re-write this twice because my computer is a bastard and froze before I could save it. I really hope everyone enjoys this! Please review!

Best Friends

Friend.

Best friend.

Very best friend.

Very best friend that has amazing legs.

Legs that turn into curvy hips.

A trim waist that draws your eyes up to magnificent breasts.

Breasts that beg to be touched.

Then, her face.

The face of an angel.

Full lips, perfect nose, gorgeous brown eyes with a few strands of hair hanging in front of them.

Beautiful, silky hair. Hair that I just want to run my fingers through and...

Oh, my god! I should not be thinking of my best friend this way! Oh, no. What am I thinking?! Get it together, Ron! This is Hermione! The girl, woman, that has been scolding you for the better part of six years! The same person that has a strange fascination for books. The bossy know-it-all that can scare the pants off of you with a single look!

Okay, that didn't help the situation much.

So, here I am. Sitting on a comfortable sofa in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione is at one end, with her legs tucked under her. Her position has caused her skirt to ride up her thigh. Even though I can't see much, I feel myself grow hard by just looking at that delicate strip of skin. I bet it's as smooth as silk. Everything about Hermione is so perfect.

I watch as she shifts a bit and oh my god! Her skirt just got higher!

"Ron? Are you okay?" she asks with a curious, but knowing, look in her eyes.

"Yeah... Uhm, yeah. I'm fine," I could feel my face turn about twenty-three different shades of red. I just knew that she knew I had been ogling her.

Hermione closed her book and set it aside. She shifted her position again and I swear that she purposely made her skirt go even higher. Then, she turned her gaze on me, "Ronald, I'm only going to ask you this once. Make sure your answer is the right one. Understand?"

She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and that's when my brain began to short-circuit. This woman did one thing, it wasn't anything significant, and it was almost my undoing, "Yeah. I.. yeah, I understand,"

She smirked. It was times like these that I swear Hermione should have been sorted into Slytherin. She was so devious, so... well, I'm running out of Slytherin type things, but Merlin! She is sexy! I shifted, trying to relieve some pressure in my more southern regions.

Hermione glanced at my movement and I saw fire dance into her eyes. She undid the top button of her blouse, looking into my eyes the entire time, "Ronald, do you want me?"

My heart skipped a beat. Oh, my god! What do I say? She said I better answer it right. But she undid her button and she smirked at me. That must mean that she wants me to say yes. Then again, this is Hermione! It could be a trick question. Oh no! Shite! "Er.."

She schooled her features into a bored expressions, "I'm waiting, Ronald. Do you want me?" The questions was barely above a whisper and I felt the words travel down my back.

"I... I... Do you want the truth?" My scuffed-up shoes were suddenly very interesting.

"Always," Hermione raised her eyebrows as she answered me. I'm pretty sure that I saw a challenge in her eyes. She was challenging my Gryffindor courage, challenging me to answer her.

"Merlin!" I breathed, "You know that I want you! How could you not know? Why did you even need to ask?!" the words all kind of came out in rush, but I was surprised that they made it out anyway.

Uh-oh. Evil smirk. This cannot be good! "Because I wanted to hear you say it. 'Night, Ronald!" she got up and went into her dormitory. WHAT THE FUCK! I stalked up to my dorm, grumbling the whole way. Tonight was going to be another night spent with the hand lotion, that was for sure!

XXXXX

I woke up with the same raging hard-on I had gone to bed with. Apparently, Rosie Palm and her five sisters just weren't cutting it anymore! I got up and headed towards the showers. Somehow, I had woken up before any of the other Gryffindor males, and I was very grateful for that. I was also grateful that it was Saturday. No classes and all the time I wanted to think about Hermione while in the shower.

I stepped into a shower cubicle and pulled the curtain shut. It would be bad for anyone to walk in and see me. I turned the water on and flinched a bit as the first jet of cold water hit me. I quickly adjusted the temperature and relaxed under the spray.

I soaped up my body and slowly began washing. My hand traveled down my muscled stomach and rested just below my navel. I used my index finger and traced small circles on my slick skin, gradually getting lower and lower.

When I finally reached the base of my cock, I could hardly stand the torture I was putting myself through. I grabbed myself gently and began to imagine Hermione touching me instead. I could feel her hands stroking me; shy and slow. I moaned out loud and quickened my pace a bit.

I could see Hermione biting her lip as she brought me closer and closer to my climax. The image I had of her was breath-taking. My hand was moving at the speed of light and I was slumped against the wall. The water ran down my body and mixed with my own bodily fluids. My breath was coming in short gasped and I felt the knot in my abdomen tighten. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came.

I pictured Hermione wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and I came like a pregnant woman cries during The Notebook! I watched the pearly streams hit the wall across from me and slide off onto the tiled floor. I washed the rest of my body off. Getting rid of all the evidence from my little fantasy.

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off before putting clean clothes on. Since it was a Saturday, and our uniforms weren't required, I put on a pair of nicely worn-in jeans and an old Cannons shirt. It was a bit tight and faded, but it still looked good. I stuffed my towel down the laundry chute and walked out of the room.

I went back into the Common Room and was cornered my Hermione almost immediately, "Let's go. We need to study," she didn't offer much more explanation as she dragged me out of the room.

"But... books... don't have mine..." I was looking for a way to get out of studyin, but I didn't see any 'Emergency Exit' signs and I have got to stop using Muggle phrases!

She glared at me over her shoulder, but still didn't let go of my shirt, "I already got them," then, she rolled her eyes at me. How the hell was I supposed the know she already had my books?! Oh, yeah, because Hermione thinks of everything three days before it bloody happens!

" 'Mione.. I can walk you know.." I muttered in her general direction.

"Yes, I'm aware of that. However, you have a habit of 'getting lost' while on your way to the library. If I am leading you, you are less inclined to 'get lost'." she stated matter-of-factly. I really hated it when she was right...

"Okay! We're here now! Would you please stop stretching out my shirt?"

"It was too tight anyway," Hermione paused for a minute and I could have sworn she was looking at my 'too tight' shirt. 'Yeah, 'Mione. I remember what happened last night, but it looks like you just remembered!' It really isn't a good thing to talk shit to somebody inside your head, but it worked for the time being, "Come on."

She led me into the room and to a back table. I looked around and realized it was completely empty. No Ravenclaws, no Hufflepuffs, no Slytherins (thank Merlin!), no Gryffindors other than the two of us, and not even Madam Pince was in there. It was kind of weird. I had never seen the library that empty before.

Hermione sent a pointed look my way that translated into 'Sit down and get to work!' Naturally, I didn't. She already had her Transfiguration essay spread out in front of her and began writing. That was when I first took real notice of her adorable quirks.

A strand of her hair always works its way in front of her face, even though she constantly tucks it back behind her ear. How she nibbles on her lower lip as she checks her facts at least five time before writing them down. The way she taps her foot when she gets frustrated. The list goes on and on, but I'm getting to distracted and to horny to continue.

"Ron, why are you looking at me like that?" Hermione asked without even looking up from her parchment.

"Because you look hot!" I didn't even realize the words were coming until they were out of my mouth. Damn it!

Hermione calmly placed her quill next to her books and turned to look at me, "Really now?" the fucking Slytherin-like smirk was back!

See, and people wonder why I hate Slytherin's so much. It's because their facial features are contagious and people like Hermione begin using them. Wow, she looks hot like that though! "Er, uh... Yeah..."

I fixed my gaze onto a tear in the carpet, it was much better than the look of satisfaction that I knew had to be on Hermione's face, "Ronald. Look at me," she said softly.

I look up at her and it was like a smack on the face, thought not near as painful. Hermione had stood up and latched her lips onto mine and was damn near kissing the life out of me! Not that I'm complaining! Oh no, the kiss was great. Kissing is always good. If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn I drank the bottle of Felix Felicis that Harry won last year. 'Cause damn! Today was my lucky day!

Hermione continued her thorough assault on my mouth. It was obvious that she was in control of the kiss from the time being. She used her tongue to completely map me out. She slipped her tongue into that place between my bottom teeth and lower lip and oh wow! I never knew how sensitive that place could be!

Finally, she led me into her own velvety caverns and I basically repeated the same actions on her. I lightly licked across the roof of her mouth and got a moan of pleasure for my ministrations and damn! I wanted to hear more of those sounds. I eventually left her lips and trailed hot kisses down her jaw until I got to the pulse point in her neck

Almost immediatly, I latched on and began sucking gently. Hermione's mews and gasps were fueling me to make her feel as good as possible. I brought my hands between our bodies and started to work at the buttons holding her blouse shut. That proved to be a difficult task because the buttons were just so damn small! Hermione gasped, "Just rip it off!" and I did just that.

Buttons flew everywhere but at least that offending article was out of my way! My lips were still marking Hermione's neck as I placed one hand on her hip and reached behind her with the other. I had her bra undone in a mere fifteen seconds. I guess all that practice with Lavendar really did help and I should totally not be thinking about that right now.

The black and pick lace that held her breasts in place practically fell away from her body. I moved my mouth down her collar bone until I got to her right nipple. I used my left hand to play with the neglected breast as I nipped and sucked at the hard nub in my mouth.

If the breathy moans and gasps were anything to go by, Hermione seemed to be enjoying this a lot! Slowly, I ran the hand that was on her hip down her thigh and to her knee, where I ran into the hem of her skirt. I slipped my finger tips under the fabric and began tracing small circles just above her knee.

Hermione was clawing at my back and eventually pulled my shirt off of me. When I moved my head and arm away from her body to allow her to actually get my shirt off, I switched nipples and gave the right one the exact same treatment as the left.

I used my left hand to support myself on the table behind Hermione and allowed my right hand the continue the exploration of the skin covered by her skirt. I was tickling her thigh as she began talking, "Ron... Oh please... More!"

I don't think she really knew what she was begging for, but I was definatly going to give her more. I slip my fingers up higher until I felt a damp, silky barrier. I felt her through her knickers for a bit, her catches in breath and moans driving me on. The sounds she made were just so intoxicating! I swear, I think I was hard enough to cut diamonds!

But, of course, I still wanted more. I trailed my fingers a bit higher until I got to the elastic of her knickers, and pulled them away. I threw them... somewhere. I really could care less where they ended up. As long as they weren't on Hermione, it was fine.

I rubbed against her hard nub and watched as her face twisted up in ecstacy. I kept the rubbing light, though. I wanted her really want it so bad she couldn't stand it any longer. When she was begging me with just her body and sounds that couldn't quite be called words, I slipped a finger inside of her.

I lowered my head to her beautiful mound and sucked her swollen clit inside my mouth. I licked, nipped, and sucked while I continued pumping my finger in and out of her body. When I felt that she was ready, I slipped a second finger in, "Ron! Please! Just.. FUCK ME!" Hermione's words scared me for a minute. I had never heard her talk like that before, but all be damned if I wasn't going to do it!

I quickly undid my trousers and dropped them, along with my boxers, to the floor. I lined my cock up with her dripping pussy and slowly let myself sink inside. The heat was amazing! But then, I felt her barrier, " 'Mione, love, this might hurt a bit..." I tried to reassure her.

"I d-don't care...." I didn't wait any longer. I was all the way in after one smooth thrust. I knew she was hurting, so I started kissing her and waited for her body to adjust. When she was pushing down against me, I moved again.

I kept my movement slow and gentle. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I actually hurt her. I love Hermione too much. I continued the in and out movements and Hermione started matching my rhythm. Rocking her hips up to meet mine. It was incredible! I had never felt anything like it before!

But all good things must come to an end. I felt her vaginal walls clench around me and heard her breath catch in her throat. Then, I exploded inside of her at the exact same time that she orgasmed around me. The only thing I felt from then on out was love and admiration towards the woman in my arms.

We both stayed like that for a while, well, until Hermione started speaking again, "Come on, we need to get dressed before people start coming back," she pulled her knickers back on and had her bra fastened within seconds. I quickly pulled my boxers and trousers up and started looking for my shirt.

"Oh no! I forgot that I told you to just rip my shirt! What am I going to wear back up to the tower?!" Hermione was frantically searching the room for clothing, so I handed her my shirt that I found underneath the table, "Thank you, but what are you going to wear?"

"Nothing. I can deal with a bit of embarassment for you," I replied with a smile.

"...Ron?" oh no, this can't be good! Hermione looks scared, she never looks scared!

"Er, yeah?" I answered weakley.

"What are we now?"

I broke out into a grin before I answered her, "I don't know, Hermione, but I love you," and I kissed her on the top of the head.

Hermione let out a small giggle, "I love you too, Ronald, but let's get back up to the tower," The walk back to the tower was, thankfully, a quiet one. I gave the password to the Fat Lady and she let us in. As soon as we walked in, all we heard were cheers.

I was looking around the room as Hermione scowled. Harry look up and saw us, then let out a cheer, "Finally! Now get your arses upstairs and I don't want to see you until dawn!" Naturally, we were upstairs before he finished his sentence.

-The End-

Author's Note: So, what did everyone think? Do I actually write het okay? I do know that there is oodles of spelling errors, but I don't have a spell-checker and the one I used on Google didn't work. So, please ignore those spelling mistakes. Lol, please review and let me know what you thought. It really does help me to become a better writer. Toodlez! --Ashlee