There was a Young Wizard from Devon

Work was over and Hermione flooed to the flat she shared with Ginny, gasped and turned red as
she found her flatmate and Harry half naked on the couch snogging each other senseless.

"Ginny!" she cried, "I've asked and asked that you, that you confine this sort of behavior to your
bedroom!"

Ginny giggled, Harry smirked. The pair got up, straightened their clothes and enveloped
Hermione in a double hug.

Ginny told her, "You know, if you'd do this with my prat of a brother, just once, he'd finally
break down and confess that he loves you!"

Hermione blushed more, "You know I'm not that sort of witch, Ginny. He could never love a
boring old bookworm like me."

Harry kissed her cheek, made her blush again, "You're neither boring, nor old, Hermione. You're
a beautiful young witch in the very prime of her life and you deserve a good wizard, even if he is
a Weasley!" he smirked at his redheaded lover.

Ginny pouted, "Well, if that's your opinion of Weasleys, MISTER Potter, you'll never have to
worry about this particular Weasley gracing your sheets again!"

They laughed and kissed each other, Hermione felt herself turning red again.

She lamented to herself, "Why can't I be, be demonstrative and, and uninhibited like the two of
them? Am I really that much of a prude?"

Hermione could only blame her muggle upbringing, after all she was a stereotypical, upper
middle class, English young lady and, witch or no witch, certain standards of behavior had been
drilled into her from a young age.

The wizarding world was also rather conservative and generally frowned on public displays of
affection. But her generation was breaking that tradition to pieces, as her increasingly passionate
friends were demonstrating in front of her.

She thought, "Well, after what the two of them went through in the war, they deserve to be able
to do what they want! We all do, we all sacrificed so much! Why, oh, why can't I be like this
with Ron?"

Hermione started sniffling, "I'll leave you two alone. I'm sorry I interrupted and..."

Harry and Ginny hugged her again and the redheaded witch assured her, "We'll stop, Hermione,
I'm sorry. Let's have some supper and we'll plot ways to get you and Ron together."

But nothing was settled during supper as Hermione flatly refused Harry's and Ginny's more and
more outrageous and lurid devices to get Ron to confess he loved her.

She finally shouted, "NO! I, I will not bind him to a bed and do a striptease for him! You,
Ginevra Weasley, are nothing but a, but a common strumpet!"

Ginny giggled, "Oh, I am that, I confess. I'm sorry, Hermione, we're both sorry. We're teasing
you when we should be helping you. Ron is not an exhibitionist or anything, well, not since that
tawdry relationship with Lavender in his 6th year. But, he's told me that he feels like you're
ashamed to show affection for him in front of others."

Hermione griped, "But I do! I hug him and, and, and..."

Ginny smiled, "Hermione, you hug everybody, me, Harry, Neville, Seamus, everyone! Gods girl,
that one time you hugged Dennis Creevey, you almost made the poor lad cum in his pants!"

Hermione blushed yet again at the memory of that particular episode, especially when she
recalled how excited she felt when the young Creevey's rather large erection poked into her
groin.

Harry stood up, "Well, I have an inkling about what we can do. I think you need to demonstrate
that you're not afraid to express yourself more openly, Hermione, let your feelings out a little bit.
You need to show him that even bookworms can be naughty and teasing. You don't need to bare
your soul, or your body, for him, but I think you're both afraid of embarrassing the other. Well,
my redheaded inamorata, can I entice you to accompany me to my residence where I can have my
wicked way with you?"

Ginny smiled and blushed a little herself, "Oh, I imagine so, you lecherous rogue. Hermione,
you'll be alright if I go? Do you want to talk? You know I'll stay if you want me to."

Hermione hugged her best girlfriend, "No, no need for you to stay and be bored to death listening
to my, my insecurities and hangups, Ginny. You go have fun, make Harry happy, you both so, so
deserve it, you know you do."

Harry kissed Hermione's cheek, "You and Ron deserve it, too, Hermione, as much as any of us!
I'll think of something, don't worry. I'm willing to sleep alone if you and Ginny really..."

Hermione gave Harry one of her patented tight, tight hugs, "No, Harry. I love you both too much
to keep you apart. It's alright, really, it is. Oh, Harry?!"

Harry blushed now as his hardening cock poked into Hermione's lower abdomen.

He smiled roguishly, "You see how exciting and sexy you are, Hermione! Doesn't Ron react like
this when you hug him? And I've seen you two kiss, even snog, he's not made of stone, is he?"

Hermione flushed, "Well, yes, he, he reacts just like this, Harry. Then, we both get embarrassed
and, and have to sit down apart from each other."
Hermione tried to pull away but Harry held her tightly, his erection pushing into her.

She gasped, "Harry! HARRY!! Stop, stop, you're embarrassing me!"

He still held her, "How am I embarrassing you, Hermione? You're smart enough to know that
this is a perfectly natural male reaction to close physical contact with a beautiful female. Don't
YOU feel anything? Anything exciting?"

Hermione blushed with shame, she knew what he was talking about, what he meant. Her virgin
vagina was becoming wet and warm, her thighs were quivering and her abdomen and stomach
clenching with emotion.

She pleaded, "Harry! Please! STOP!"

Harry let her go, lifted her downcast face with a finger under her chin, "Hermione, you have to let
him know that you like it, that you enjoy it. It's nothing to be ashamed of. As I said, it's not as if
you have to strip for him in public, but some sort of demonstration of, of naughtiness, of
wantonness to reassure him that further advances would be welcome, that's all you need to do!"

Hermione sighed and nodded, looked her giggling flatmate, moped, "It's all so easy for you, isn't
it, Ginny, you, you little trollop!?"

Ginny hugged her friend, "I'm afraid it is, Hermione. I admit I was probably more physical in my
demonstrations of affection in my 4th and 5th years than was probably wise, but once Harry
kissed me..."

Harry pulled Ginny to him, "Umm, I believe it was you who kissed me, you red haired hussy!"

Ginny snickered, "Whatever! But, Hermione, it was then I realized that Harry was the man I
wanted to share myself, my body and soul, with. Of course, the dung brain tried to 'protect' me
by breaking up with me, but I forgave him at the wedding. Don't you feel like that when you and
Ron hug and kiss?"

Hermione let a tear leak down her cheek, "I do, I do so, so much! I just can't force myself to be
the, to be the aggressor, it's just not my nature. Gods, I'm going to die a virgin because I can't let
myself go with the man I love. You two go have fun, really, I mean it, go ahead. I'll watch the
telly and read. Go on, get out or I'll hex you both!"

Harry and Ginny both gave her a final hug and kiss and disapparated, reappearing in Harry's
bedroom at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Harry pulled Ginny to him, "Hmm, I like the way your dirty little mind works, Miss Weasley."

Ginny kissed him hot and deep, "It's your lecherous influence, you child molester! Why aren't
your clothes off yet?"

Ginny waved her wand and vanished Harry's clothes, then hers. The pair rushed to the bed and
were soon entwined with each other, kissing, licking, touching, probing.

They knew each other's body intimately having been lovers for over four years now. As Harry
lavished kisses on her small, but firm, shapely breasts, Ginny's mind drifted back to their first
time, there in her bedroom at The Burrow, during the wedding reception for Bill and Fleur.

She had initiated it by pulling Harry up to her room, but was exceeding surprised, and pleased,
when he suddenly took command, vanished her bridesmaid dress, literally tore her bra and
knickers off and, after a strangled 'Please?' and her nodded agreement, took her virginity in one
long, hard, quick thrust.

She was pulled back to the present as Harry's tongue and lips tortured her throbbing nub, sucking
and licking it and making her tingle with pleasure and anticipation.

"Harry, Harry, Harreeeee!! Gods, oh, gods, yes, yes, YESSSS!!" She shivered and felt her vagina
spasm and her love juices flow.

He lifted his head from her fiery red nether curls, pulled himself up between her pale, freckled
thighs, positioned his hard manhood at her opening and, at her nod, plunged his length into her
soft, wet passage.

Her first time had hurt, everyone from her mother to the Patil sisters had told her it would. But,
as they had also all promised, the pain quickly faded and the passion began. She had been his
first and though he had loved others during the war, they both knew they were fated to be soul
mates

She brought herself back to the moment, looked into Harry's beautiful, liquid green eyes,
moaned, "So good, so, so good, Harry! I love you, gods, how I love you! More! Harder! Deeper!
Harry, love me, love me, LOVE ME!"

Harry happily complied, speeding up his motions, reveling in the feel of her around his manhood.

They were both getting close, Harry's breaths were becoming grunts, Ginny's breathing was
getting ragged, her loins were quivering with lust and her abdomen tensing in preparation for
another release.

She cried as the stars exploded behind her eyelids, her stomach tightened and her sheath flexed
and rippled along Harry's length, releasing a flood of passion down her passage.

Harry groaned, thrust a few more times and released his hot love into her depths, moaning with
pleasure at the ecstasy as his cock throbbed and twitched. Ginny hugged him tightly, wrapped her
legs around his and gasped as the warm moistness filled her body and soul, "Harry,
HARREEEEEE! GODS, OH, GODS!! YESSSSSS!!"

They continued to thrust and push, kiss and stroke and murmur endearments for many, many
minutes. Harry finally softened and fell from her gossamer vice and collapsed onto her petite but
strong and firm body.

"Bloody brilliant! Fabulous! Gods, Ginny, how do you do it to me again and again and again! I'm
so glad you seduced me at Bill's wedding, made me realize what a total prat I was to try and push
you away!"

She sighed and moaned with pleasure, ran her dainty feet up and down the back of his legs,
making him groan with renewed lust.

"And just who was it that vanished my bridesmaid dress, huh, Mr. Potter? I wanted you so, so
much, Harry. I couldn't abide the thought that you, that you might die and I would never have
known your love, hugged your sweet body to mine, felt you in me and felt your hot, burning love
fill me with pleasure and delight and ecstasy! I love you, gods, I love you!"

Harry rolled off her and they cuddled and kissed and fondled.

Ginny finally sighed, "What are we going to do to get Hermione and Ron together, Harry?
They're going to implode if the don't! Has Ron actually been shagging one of the Patils?"

Harry blew out a breath, "Yes, Parvati, although it's really just a physical thing. Neither her nor
Padma are anywhere near ready to settle down. I ask him why he doesn't use the same charm on
Hermione and he just blushes and hems and haws about her being too much of a lady to fall for
such crude come ons. 'She'd be insulted, Harry,' he whines, 'she probably doesn't even know
some of the words I use with Parvati!'"

Ginny snickered, "He'd be shocked if he ever heard her swearing about her job some nights!
Why the hell did she ever become an Unspeakable? We need to have a party, Harry, find some
way to get Hermione to demonstrate that she's not the totally innocent virgin in a tower he thinks
she is. Well, she's still a virgin, but she's hardly innocent. You should have heard her talk about
her one date with Seamus! He actually got her knickers off! With his TEETH!!"

Harry laughed, "Gods, never tell Ron! I have an idea. We'll have the party and play 'Truth or
Dare,' now don't laugh yet. We know she'd never agree to taking off her clothes or anything
beyond a little snogging, but with her learning and knowledge I'll bet she knows a lot of very
naughty things that she's not willing to talk about normally but her pride would demand she
discuss in a 'Truth or Dare' circle."

Ginny kissed him, "That's brilliant, Harry! Yes, her pride in her learning would probably
overcome her shyness. I'll spike her wine, as well. I know exactly what to ask her!"

Harry stroked his lover and grinned, "Oh, tell me, tell me! The most orgasms a witch ever had!?
The mating habits of baboons!? The length of a whale's penis!?"

Ginny nipped his shoulder, made him yelp and slap her firm, round bottom.

She yelped back, "Ouch! Harry, that hurt! Oh, she knows all of that, I'm sure, but one night after
her fourth glass of wine she, gods, she recited a limerick to me!"

Harry gasped, "A limerick? A dirty limerick?"

"Are there any other kind, Harry? Yes, it was incredibly raunchy! Get her to do a few of those
and Ron should finally realize that she's not this glass figurine that he can't touch."

They kissed and fondled a little more, then Ginny snuggled into his shoulder, draped one of her
legs over one of his, pressed her still warm and moist womanhood onto his thigh and soon fell
into a peaceful, contented, totally fulfilled sleep.

Harry laid awake for awhile, just looking at her gorgeous face and stroking her pale, smooth, soft
skin.

He sighed to himself, "I'm so, so, SO damned lucky to have her, have her love. How could I have
been so stupid to try and push her away. Thank the gods she wouldn't settle for no as answer
when I tried to insist that we couldn't be together, that she would be a target."

They had made love several more times in the weeks following the wedding, finally parting when
she returned to school and the Trio went off hunting for Horcruxes. Hermione was quite certain
what had happened but Ron, fortunately, remained in blissful ignorance.

Harry and Ginny had only a few opportunities for intimacy during the next several months,
usually when the Trio would show up at Hogwarts to use the library. Ginny finally confessed
their relationship to Hermione and asked if she and Ron had moved their own relationship to that
level as well.

Hermione had blushed, "Er, well, no, we haven't, Ginny. I, well, I would be willing but Ron
hasn't made any advances on me."

Ginny had gasped, "But, he loves you, adores you! Maybe YOU need to make the first move.
Just crawl into his sleeping bag naked one night, that's all it will take!"

Hermione had sniffled, "I'd love to Ginny but, but I just don't have the nerve. I'm such a prude, I
just can't do it. I wish I could be so free and uninhibited, like you, but I just cant!"

The hunt dragged on, the Horcruxes were very well hidden. Ginny wanted to go with him at the
start of her 7th year, but Harry convinced her to stay at Hogwarts and, with Luna, re-institute the
D.A. It was a success and during the final battle on the grounds of Hogwarts the D.A. had done
their share to win the fight and the war.

Ginny left Hogwarts and started the three year healer program. Ron got an exemption from
N.E.W.T.S. and became an auror. Hermione took the N.E.W.T.S., passed them with flying
colors, and started working in the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable.

Harry tried professional Quidditch, decided it wasn't really for him. He was wealthy now, having
inherited both his parents' and Sirius' fortunes, and really didn't need to work. He didn't want to
be an 'idler' but Ginny finally convinced his that if anyone deserved to be able to kick back and
finally enjoy their life, it was him.

Their 'affair' was finally exposed the day after Ginny's 18th birthday, as their inebriated state
had caused both of them to forget the locking charm on Ginny's door and Molly caught them in
flagrente delicto, entwined with each other in Ginny's bed.

There was a fair amount of anger, but Ginny's parents had to concede that she was certainly old
enough to make up her own mind about her relationships with wizards and, in particular, her
relationship with Harry. But Molly insisted that she not sleep with Harry at The Burrow unless
they were married. Since neither she nor Harry were ready for that step yet, she moved in with
Hermione as a compromise. She, naturally, had wanted to move in with Harry at 12 Grimmuald
Place, but she did want to embarrass her parents by 'living in sin' with her lover.

Harry kissed her forehead, her mouth bowed in her sleep. She had recently started her third year
of healer training and she loved it. Harry had not proposed formally yet, but they had agreed that
they would marry the next Summer after she finished her training.

Harry settled down to sleep, thinking, "Ron and Hermione are as perfect for each other as Ginny
and I are. They just need that one special opportunity to realize it. I kind of hate 'pimping'
Hermione like this, but Ron and Parvati are starting to move their relationship beyond the merely
carnal and physical."

So, a couple of weeks later, a large crowd of old Hogwarts friends gathered at 12 Grimmauld
Place for drinks, games and, many hoped, some naughty fun. The rambling old mansion had two
dozen bedrooms and Harry invited anyone who was so inclined to spend the night.

In addition to himself and Ginny and Ron and Hermione, a number of old friends showed up.
Lavender came with BOTH Dean and Seamus, a situation Ginny was determined to get to the
bottom of. The Patil twins came, incredibly alluring in their saris. Neville showed up with Luna;
they were not really a couple but enjoyed the occasional night or weekend together. Neville was
teaching Herbology at Hogwarts and Luna was an Unspeakable along with Hermione.

Harry snickered inwardly as he recalled the frequent exasperation Hermione would vent of an
evening over Luna's unusual methods and mannerisms. But, she had to admit that the slender,
wistful, but slightly dotty Ravenclaw was incredibly talented and never failed to fulfill her work
assignments.

Harry announced as the 'Truth or Dare' circle formed, "No daring anyone to shag or other
blatantly sexual requests. Sorry, Lav," he smirked at the lovely, buxom blond, who giggled and
licked her lips at him.
"No stripteases, no flashing! Keep the groping to a minimum during snogs! If you absolutely
refuse to comply, it will cost you your shirt!"

They were all a little tipsy, Hermione more than usual as Ginny had indeed spiked her wine, and
the game was a lot of fun and reasonably bawdy.

Ginny rolled Hermione's number and asked, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

Hermione smiled, "Dare!"

Ginny smirked, "Recite a dirty limerick for us!"

Hermione gasped and blushed, but recited clearly:

"There was a young wizard from Kent
Whose dong was so long that it bent!
To save himself trouble
He'd stuff it in double
So instead of cumming he went!"

The rest of the group stared at her, she blushed again and asked, "What?"

Seamus rolled her number a little later, asked, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!"

Seamus snickered, "Another limerick! Please!"

Hermione frowned but complied:

"A wizard who lived in Madras
Had balls that were made out of brass.
And in stormy weather
he'd bang them together
and lightning shot out of his ass!"

Again there were snickers and stares and Hermione harrumphed, "What!?"

Before too long, Padma rolled her number and asked, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

Hermione frowned, "Dare!"

Padma laughed," You know what! Please, another one!"

Hermione grit her teeth:

"There was a young wizard named Dave
who kept a dead whore in a cave.
He'd freely admit,
'I know I'm a shit,
but think of the money I save!'"

When Parvati rolled her number, she giggled, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

Hermione snorted, "Truth!"

Parvati grinned, "What's the dirtiest limerick you know?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, grumbled:

"A wizard who lived in Nantucket
had a cock so long he could suck it.
He'd say with a grin
as he wiped off his chin,
'If my ear was a cunt, I could fuck it!'"

She growled at them all, "WHAT?!"

When Ginny rolled Hermione's number again, her friend glared at her, but Ginny asked, "OK,
Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

"Oh, DARE! Damn you, Ginevra Weasley!"

Ginny requested, an evil grin on her face, "Make up a dirty limerick about Ron!"

Hermione blushed, mumbled, "No, I, I can't! That's not fair! I..."

Harry teased, "It's either that or lose your blouse!"

Hermione's mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments, then she thought for a minute or two
and said, softly:

"A handsome young wizard from Devon
had a cock that was inches eleven!
All the witches he laid
Said, "I always had prayed
For such a lubricious way into heaven!"

Hermione looked down at her feet as Ron blushed to the very tips of his ears. She couldn't
believe she had said that about him, she was sure he'd never speak to her again.

But, when it was Ron's turn to ask her, "Truth or Dare, Hermione," and she answered, "Dare," he
requested, "Could you, would you please make up another limerick about me?"
She didn't know whether to smile or cry, thought a bit and recited:

"A handsome young wizard named Ron
had a cock most amazingly long!
All the witches would giggle
and wiggle and jiggle,
when he'd walk round the room in a thong!"

She looked into his flushed face, smiled and her heart skipped a beat when he leered most
enchantingly and charmingly back at her.

Harry knew they had them and asked, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

She giggled now, "Dare!"

"Another limerick about Ron, if you'd be so kind, my uninhibited Unspeakable!"

She thought a little:

"A horny young witch named Hermione
loved a wizard, most handsome and bonnie.
'Won't you shag me,' she'd ask
'T'isn't too hard a task,
I should hope now!' is it, my Ronnie?"

Ron looked down at his crotch, saw his hard on straining the fabric of his trousers. All the girls
were sniggering, the guys were all smirking.

He swallowed hard, rolled Hermione's number, stammered, "Truth, Truth or Dare, Hermione?"

"Dare!" she replied, licking her lips.

He blushed, "One more limerick? Please?"

"Hermione, that horny young witch,
tween her legs has a terrible itch.
Won't you scratch it, my lover
We don't even need cover!
I'll do it right out on the Pitch!"

Ron jumped up, grabbed Hermione in his arms and carried her up the stairs to the cheers and
applause of the gathered company.

Ron carried her into the first available bedroom, literally threw her on the bed, jumped on it with
her and began kissing her with fiery passion, his hands stroking her firm, shapely body.
After a few minutes, he broke the kiss, looked into her beautiful brown eyes with his own blue
orbs, asked haltingly, "Did, did you really mean it, Hermione? I love you, gods, I'm such a jerk
denying it so long! I love you, but, but I don't want to take advantage of you if you were, well,
just joking or..."

She put a finger on his lips, then kissed him softly, "No more talk, Ron. I love you, I want you!
I've wanted you for so long but, but I could never say it until tonight! Please, love me! Make me
writhe with passion and scream your name!"

Ron needed no further urging and her clothes and his soon were soon strewn on the floor around
the bed.

Ron had a fair amount of experience pleasing witches, his recent amour with Parvati had forced
him to learn a lot of new techniques to keep the dusky, sensual, slightly kinky Indian witch happy
and satisfied.

Ron intended nothing kinky for Hermione, just all the love he had kept bottled up for years.

His mouth left hers and kissed down her neck and shoulders to her full, firm breasts. Hermione
whined with pleasure and he sucked her hard, erect nipples, rolling them between his lips and
tongue. They had gotten this far a number of times, but were never able to convince each other
that they should keep going.

He traced his tongue down her flat stomach, tickled her navel and followed the trail of fine,
brown hair down to her nether curls.

Ron inhaled her heady aroma, she was more aroused than she had ever been before. As he dipped
his tongue into her virgin sheath, she arched with delight. When he licked and nibbled her
engorged nub, she mewed and hissed with pleasure. He rolled it in his lips, sucked on it hard,
sending her into transports of rapture.

Before she even realized it, her loins quivered, her stomach clenched and she felt her vagina
spasm and flutter and flow with her juices of passion.

She tangled her fingers in his soft, red hair, moaned in release, "Ron, gods, Ron, RON!! Oh,
gods, more, more, please! Oh, Ron, love me, take me, make me yours! I want you, I need you,
please, please, PLEASE!!"

She lifted his face from her, his lips and tongue shining with her juices. He slowly pulled himself
up between her long, shapely, creamy thighs and positioned the wide, red head of his cock
between her quivering, glistening labia.

His eyes asked the question and she smiled and nodded, gripping the sheets in preparation for the
pain she knew was coming.

Ron pushed himself into her slowly, but steadily. He had never deflowered a witch, but had
enough sense to know that his first penetration would be painful for her.

Hermione scrunched up her eyes with pain, let a tear or two leak out, but felt her hymen part
before the steady pressure and her walls stretch to accommodate Ron's long, hard cock.

She gasped, "OWWW! Oh, Ron, slowly, please, please, slowly! OWWW! Oh, it, it hurts but, but
not too bad. Oh, gods, Ron, you're so big, so wide, so, so hard! Ah, oh, gods, oh, yes, it's, it's
getting better. Slowly, please, love me long and warm and tender."

Ron leaned down, kissed her sweet lips long and warm and deep as they began the ages old dance
of copulation. He pulled back almost all the way then slowly sank into her enthralling wetness
and heat all the way to his base again.

Hermione shuddered from the feel of her lover's long, hard manhood splitting and riving her
tenderest flesh, but the pain had dissipated and she felt herself growing warmer and moister. As
her excitement increased, she felt his hard length stroking her silky passage walls with the most
incredibly erotic sensations she'd ever experienced. She was soon thrusting her hips back up onto
him, matching his rhythm with her own.

Ron's own mind was reveling, "She's so hot, so wet, so, so, SO TIGHT! Oh, gods, I love her,
love her so much! Why did we wait, why did I wait!"

He murmured to her as he sped up his motions, heard her breath start to become gasps and pants
of pleasure, "I love you so much, Hermione. I can't believe I was so stupid, so, so blind not to see
your love and desire for me. I was afraid, so afraid I'd never be good enough for the, for the
smartest witch of her age."

She pulled him in for a long kiss, looked up into his eyes, "I'm just as much to blame. I wanted
you so badly but, but I couldn't overcome my shyness, my insecurities that you, that such a
handsome, virile wizard could be interested in a dull, plain bookworm like me!"

He kissed her back, "You're a bookworm, yes, but dull and plain? Never! Gods, Hermione, it's
simply paradise, being in you. Yes, oh, gods, yes! I'll wait, I want to cum, but I'll wait for you! I
want tonight to be for both of us, together!"

He thought of other things as she pushed her pulsing sheath up and down on his shaft, felt his
hard mound pounding and stroking her clitoris precisely and erotically.

She began to tremble with anticipation, brought her legs up and hugged his hips with her thighs,
wrapped her arms more tightly around him. Then, the explosion she had been waiting all her life
for, bursting ecstatically in her mind and body and soul as her cunt rippled and flexed along his
hard, hot manhood, soaking it with her flow of passion.

Ron groaned in erotic agony, thrust a couple more times and shouted, "HERMIONE!! Gods, oh,
gods, oh, gods, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSS!!"
She screamed back, her back arching with total passion, "RON!! My Ron, my lover, my Ron,
yes, yes, YESSSSS!! I love you, love you, LOVE YOU!!"

His hot love poured from him into her, thrilling her womanly parts with its heat and moistness,
making her spasm again along his manhood.

She moaned, "RON!! So good, so wonderful! My Ron, my all, my love! RON!!"

They began to slow, panting with release and fatigue. Their lips met with passion and love as
they continued to thrust and push at each other, wringing every ounce of pleasure from their
ecstatic coupling.

They finally stopped, Ron rolled from her with a groan of satiation, "Hermione, Hermione! I love
you, gods, I love you so, so much!"

She rolled on her side, embraced him, one leg over one of his, her still throbbing womanhood
pressed tightly to the warm flesh of his thigh, "No more words. I have no words to say how I feel,
how wonderful I feel. I love you, Ron, now and forever, I love you."

They kissed and fondled and fell into the sleep of love fulfilled.

Next door, Harry and Ginny smiled at each other and she laughed, "Well, I never thought that git
would wise up! Gods, Harry, you're brilliant! Did you see his face when she said she'd do it 'on
the Pitch!?' I thought he'd shag her right on the couch!"

Harry hugged her nubile body to his, kissed her deeply, "It's your doing, my redheaded hussy,
you and your limericks! Wow, that's inspired me! It's a good thing you're naked already,
Weasley, or you'd have to buy a new outfit tomorrow!"

She pulled him onto the bed and in between her legs, "Big talk, Potter! Now let's see if you can
deliver and..., oh, gods, yes, Harry, oh, gods, YES, YES!!"

Seamus was with Luna, Dean with Lavender and the Patils fulfilled an erotic fantasy Neville
never even realized he had until that particular night.

Ron and Hermione awoke with the sun, smiled and kissed and looked with love into each other's
eyes.

Ron asked, "Are you sorry? Sorry, that it wasn't, well, more romantic?"

She smiled happily, "It was so romantic, Ron, so wonderful! Oh, gods, I love you! Will I see you
anymore?" she asked, a tear leaking from her eye.

He kissed it away, "Hermione!! You'll never be rid of me now! I love you, love you so, so
much!"
She beamed, kissed him warm and long, "I'm so happy, so very, very happy! I love you!"

Ron smiled:

"My beautiful, frizzy haired lover!
Don't hide yourself under the cover!
If you're not in much pain
Let's do it again
And over and over and over!"

She pulled him between her thighs, winced just slightly as he entered her wet, warm pussy,
looked in his eyes and sighed:

"You've now made my life so complete
With your loving and kisses so sweet.
Now, shag me real hard
My red headed bard
We have already ruined this sheet!"

Harry and Ginny smiled at each other as they heard the bedsprings squeaking and creaking in the
next room.

She giggled, "I guess I'll have to find a new place to live. I refuse to live in the same flat with
anyone silly enough to shag my idiot brother!"

Harry kissed her, "My offer still stands, Miss Weasley. How much more sinful could either of us
be? But, I guess to legitimize it a little, well, Ginevra Weasley, will you marry me?"

Harry pulled a box from the night stand, flipped it open to show her the gorgeous diamond ring.

She cried and blushed, "One hell of a place to propose, Potter! While we're naked in bed having
shagged our brains during the night!"

"Well, it seems to be the place we see each other the most!" he smirked.

He pulled her in for a kiss, "How about I do it properly at dinner tonight, say at your folks'
house?"

She smiled and cried happily, "That's so wonderful, so incredibly romantic of you, Harry! Of
course I'll marry you!"

"Now Ginny she really loved Harry
and in his arms always would tarry
and after shagging one night
he filled her with delight
when he asked her, 'Gin, would you me marry?'"

She kissed him deeply, snuggled into his hard, warm body and he stroked her hair and said:

"My wonderful, beautiful Ginevra
no witch could ever be clever-a.
You have captured that rotter,
that cad, Harry Potter
And nothing will ever us sever-a!"