Ron and Hermione's beginning

Ron was suffering.

The most beautiful girl in the world was sitting across the table from him. His heart seemed to expand and burst every time he looked at her. He wanted so much to pull her to him, to whisper that he loved her in her ear and kiss her deeply and passionately. And yet…..

He figured Hermione might not be to pleased with him if he displayed their lust for each other in front of the entire Weasley family and Harry Potter during dinner. So he contented himself with thinking about his life with Hermione since Voldemort’s downfall.

It had seemed as if he was living a fantasy. No longer did they find any opportunity for the bickering and arguing which used to lead them to silence for days on end. Instead all their energies that they had put into arguing had been transformed into a complete and total love for each other.

He looked up and caught Hermione’s gaze. Hermione smiled sweetly back at him no doubt remembering the moment that they had been enjoying in the Burrow’s backyard before Mrs. Weasley so rudely interrupted them. They had been snogging with almost reckless abandon when the heard an almost Umbridge-sound along the lines of “hem, hem.” No doubt the sight of her son being pinned to the ground while being furiously kissed had contributed to Mrs. Weasley’s slightly icy demeanor at dinner that night.

A sudden sensation on his leg caused him to snap out of his daydreaming. He could feel Hermione’s foot sliding up and down his leg and it was causing him to stand at attention. He looked up and saw that Hermione wasn’t even looking in his direction but was instead chatting with Ginny on her right.

Ron was shocked to say the least. In the 6 months of their relationship Hermione had always kept everything under control. It had taken 2 months before Hermione would let Ron place his hands on her ass and it was only 3 weeks ago when he was finally allowed to put a hand up her shirt.

Then in almost one swift, fluid motion her foot was on his dick and Ron nearly choked on his food, he looked up at Hermione again and this time she turned her head around and gave him the quickest and sexiest smile he had ever seen.

“God!” Ron thought. “What has come over my sweet, innocent Hermione?”

Suddenly just as soon as it had begun it ended and Hermione withdrew her foot with a last quick smile at Ron.
Later that night the Burrow was as quiet as Ron could have ever remembered it. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone to bed, George was living above his shop, and Harry and Ginny had disappeared to wherever Harry and Ginny go. This left Ron and Hermione huddled together on the couch in the Burrow’s dimly lit living room. In the corner soft classical music was emitting from the Weasley’s wireless radio. With Hermione’s back turned to Ron he smelled her sweet, perfumed hair. Inhaling the scent while he ran his fingers along the length of her body, pausing to gently grasp her breasts. He kissed her neck and whispered that he loved her in her ear.

Hermione reached up and grabbed his hand, thinking that she was going to tell him not to touch her there tonight, he was incredibly surprised when she slowly led his hand underneath her skirt and onto her slightly moist panties.

Ron nearly stopped breathing; unsure of what to do he whispered into her ear.

“Hermione, what are you doing?”
“I’m not sure Ron.” She whispered. “Just do what you feel is right.”

Slowly he started to move his fingers in a circular motion around the wet part of her panties. He could feel her pressing up against his fingers and his erection, whispering instructions as he went along. He suddenly had an inspiration but felt that he should ask Hermione first. He whispered his plan in her ear and she said a slightly breathless “Ok.”

He moved her panties down her beautiful legs and placed his fingers on her opening. He started to move 2 of his fingers in, savoring the feel of her and going slow as to not cause her pain.

Suddenly they heard the door open and close in the kitchen, and they both jumped up (Hermione pulling up her panties) and stood at rigid attention. Mrs. Weasley walked into the room and proceeded around the room to tidy it up.

“Now then dears, you must get to bed, it is nearly midnight and I am going to need your help tomorrow as this house hasn’t had a good cleaning in ages!”

Ron prayed to God that Mrs. Weasley did not look in their direction because he could feel guilt on his face and felt that if she looked his face might betray the act that his mum almost caught Hermione and him in.

As soon as they reached the second floor landing, Ron and Hermione were snogging in reckless abandon. Ron pressed Hermione against the wall and was feeling her up, kissing her neck, and listening to Hermione gasp in his ear. They were using all of their self-control to not tear each other’s clothes off right then and there. But, Mrs. Weasley’s presence just one floor below. They stopped and stood wrapped around each other, breathing heavily, each lost in their own thoughts.

“Ron, Hermione whispered into his ear. Give me an hour and apparate into my room.”

Ron could feel the blood pounding in his head. His cock was stretching his jeans and he could barely breathe. Silently, Hermione slipped out of Ron’s arms and walked into her room.

He walked up the stairs to his room and laid on his bed, counting the minutes on his clock until he would go into Hermione’s room. As he lay there he thought of all the time that had gone by. The first time he saw her, he had thought that she was rather bossy and full of herself, but eventually that had given away to a good, strong friendship between the two, albeit with a mutual attraction that neither one had realized yet. But Ron remembered when he knew he loved her and it took her punching Draco Malfoy in their third year to make him realize it. Now it was five years later and Hermione was upstairs getting ready for them to make love.

He was so nervous. The blood was pounding in his body, his breathing was shallow and rushed. He loved her and only wanted to make her happy but he was scared. Scared that he wouldn’t be any good. Scared that he would hurt her. Scared that she would feel bad after it was over. He lay there watching the time tick by worrying.

Finally, it was time. Ron rearranged his bed so that at first glance it would pass for him if his mother looked in. Harry had not come back yet from his time with Ginny, but that was not uncommon these days. He looked at himself in his mirror, took a deep breath, then raised his wand.

At first he wasn’t sure if he had apparated into the right room. Then he realized that the strange light was coming from the dozens of candles that Hermione had placed around the room. He was rooted to the spot, scared to turn around to where Hermione must be.

“Turn around Ron.” He heard her voice say.

Slowly he did and he was greeted by the most lovely sight he had ever seen.

Hermione normally bushy hair was long, shiny, and curling down to her shoulders. She was wearing a smooth, velvety, slightly transparent in the light, pink robe. Her nipples were hard and poking out ever so sexily at him. Looking farther down he could see through her robe that she was wearing a pair of red panties. On her face she wore an expression of nervousness that Ron found so endearing his heart nearly broke.

They just stood there studying each other for several seconds. Then Ron slowly took a step forward and Hermione did the same. They crossed the space between them in no time and started kissing passionately. The kiss was intense, and burning. The heat between them was rising to a fever pitch. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies more intimately then ever before. Ron felt a tug at his shirt and found that Hermione was attempting to take his shirt off. His raised his arms and she pulled it over, smiling at the sight of his athletic body. They leaned in again for a kiss and while they were in the moment, Ron pulled at the rope around Hermione’s robe and slid it off of her. He looked down and saw her breasts for the first time.

They were ripe and full, and seemed to be beckoning to Ron. Beckoning him to touch them, to kiss them. He looked back into her brown eyes and saw embarrassment. Wanting to dispel her embarrassment he pulled her in again for another kiss and when they broke apart again he leaned in and whispered into her ear how beautiful she was and how much he loved her.

He kissed her neck and then her collarbone, and then he was kissing her breasts, taking time to savor each one. He kissed and licked her nipples and fondled them with his hands. All throughout the time she gasped and moaned softly, each time propelling Ron on. After a few minutes she whispered.

“Ron, its my turn.”

He pulled back from her breasts and she steered him on the bed and made him lay down. She climbed on top of him and started kissing him again. Then she slowly moved down, stopping at his neck, kissing his chest, until she was finally where she wanted to be.

She unbuckled his jeans and pulled them off, she smiled when she saw his Chudley Cannons boxer shorts, and then she slowly peeled them off. She stared at the sight that greeted her. She was suddenly afraid. She loved Ron and only wanted to please him but was at an almost total loss as to what she was supposed to do at this point.

“Hermione? Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m sorry Ron but I don’t know what to do.”

“Hermione, its ok, I trust you. Just do what you think is right.”

She took a deep breath and then reached forward. She clasped her right hand around his cock and moved her hand up and down slowly, looking at Ron for some sign, but Ron had closed his eyes. Still moving her hand up and down she leaned in again and kissed the head of his penis. She heard Ron make the smallest of moans and that gave her enough confidence to put it in her mouth. She felt Ron’s body tighten at this sudden sensation and she started taking in more and more.

“Hermione, he said. Use your tongue more.”

And so she ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, causing Ron to grip the bed sheets. She started to bob her head more and use her tongue to a great extent and started to love the moans that she was making Ron cause.

“Hermione, I’m about to cum.” He said heavily.

Hermione didn’t care anymore and she was soon greeted with a copious amount of a slightly salty-tasting liquid in her mouth. Without even thinking she swallowed it all. Looking back at Ron, she was pleased to see a shocked face look on his face.

“Hermione, He began. I’m sorry I tried to warn you….”

Smiling she said “Don’t worry about it Ron.”

She climbed back up into his arms and they held each other. Hermione’s head was laying on Ron’s chest and she was listening to his heartbeat. After several minutes she sat up on him and pronounced….

“I’m ready.”

She laid down next to Ron, kissed him and wrapped her hand around his cock again, stimulating it.

“We should get under the covers.” Said Ron.

And so they did. Ron started to move down Hermione’s body again. When he got all the way down he placed his hands on her panties and slid them off her beautiful legs. Hermione was now totally exposed to Ron. Her pussy was pink, and shaved and looked utterly inviting to Ron. He spread her legs apart just a little bit more and leaned down and kissed her clit. He took one finger and placed it inside her and started to finger her while kissing and licking her clit. After a while he put a second one in. He loved how she tasted, and the wetness that was coming from her. He could have stayed there all night kissing it. But it was time for the biggest step of them all.

He positioned himself at her entrance. The tip of his penis was just barely in her. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes and saw nothing but trust and love. He kissed her.

And as he kissed her, he slowly slid himself into her. She was so tight that he stopped at times to allow her body to adjust to him. Sometimes he worried that he was hurting her, but if he made any movement to pull out her hands at his back would press into him, beckoning him forward. Finally, he was inside completely. Again they looked at each other and their eyes both said the same thing. A message of love.

Slowly….ever so slowly, Ron began to thrust. His movements were soft, gentle, and loving. Hermione had wrapped her legs and arms around him and was pulling him farther in. Their gasps were getting louder and louder. Neither one of them had ever felt more alive. Their sweaty bodies pressed up against each other while they made love. Slowly sometimes, and then faster. Their kisses were full of passion and fire that threatened to burn them both. Their bodies were entwined and you could not tell where one started and the other ended. They were one.

Finally it hit. Hermione could feel Ron spilling into her and she pressed even harder against him. Seconds later she felt the most intense feeling she ever had take possession of her body.

They were both suddenly aware of the heat in the air that their bodies and the candles gave off. Reaching over to the bedside table to grab her wand, Hermione opened the windows with her wand and cool night air rushed in. They lay in each other’s arms, breathing deeply, each drifting in and out of sleep.

The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon when Ron and Hermione looked at each other. No words were spoken between them because none were needed. In each other’s eyes they could see the years stretching ahead of them. Though unsure about what they would bring, they knew that they would be able to face them as long as they had each other.

They leaned in for a kiss.