Cramming, in More Ways Than One

A culmination of a couple stewing plot bunnies I've had for a while; a pun on the word "cramming" involving Hermione, and the fact her time turner opens up the chances for fun that would certainly mar peoples' views of the bookish, rational brunette. They were halves of a whole all this time.
This is my first time writing first person perspective on a woman, and since I have a penis, it may be a little wonky. Or very wonky.
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Cramming, In More Ways than One
(Ron/Hermione)

What have I gotten myself into? I was pretty good at studying, but I found myself so totally overwhelmed by the volume of books surrounding me. Arithmancy charts, potion lists, complex pronunciations of extremely harrowing spells...I couldn't take it. I sat on my bed, books circling me and even spilling over to a few end tables I brought up from the common room. I couldn't do it.

How many hours had I been at this? I probably should have kept count; each time Parvati and Lavender's voices echoed up the staircase, I gave my time turner a few spins and was back to immediately after dinner. I could have gone forever, studying. I could have; it was all so overwhelming that nothing went in. This was totally counter-intuitive, but I had so many tests. I needed to study, needed to prove I could handle the course load.

Nearly falling asleep, I could again hear the girls coming upstairs. I gave my time turner a few spins, in a second the early night's darkness fading back to the light of the early evening. I sighed and returned. Maybe if I focused on potions primarily and took it in turns, doing one subject each 'night'. I slapped myself in the face and took a sip of my coffee; I had my parents mail me a few packs that I could prepare myself with a boiling spell.

I neared what must have been my eighteenth hour of straight studying, about six times over living the same three hours. I began to speak in unison with some of the more prominent voices as my eyes grew heavy...no! I had to keep at it. Maybe a more interesting subject, one that didn't have such a boring lead-up.

I turned around to look at the page of Charms notes I was studying when it hit me. No, not now, not here. I had to study, I had to...oh, fuck.

After about twenty four hours of being awake, I tend to get urges. Powerful ones. So absorbed in my studying, I forgot all about those urges. And now, they crept up on me, and I couldn't do anything to stop them.

I'll study after, I thought, pushing every book onto the floor so carelessly I was lucky the time turner would restore them to their old condition. I lay down on the bed, my hand tearing open my blouse-again, I was lucky it would be fixed-and grabbed my small, budding breasts. Usually I was good about keeping my urges at bay, but that meant it was even more unbearable this time. I moaned as I touched my long-neglected breasts, my hands lovingly caressing the skin before sliding down in tandem. My skin was sensitive, my nerves tingling as my hands brushed against my stomach and downward.

Finally coming down to my most intimate of places, my legs clenched together, holding my hand in place as it just hung suspended, the very sensation of touch against it enough for me. It had been so long, and I needed it so much.

Then, I spotted my wand lying on the bedside table on top of the only undisturbed transfiguration book. I had an awful idea at the sight of it, but in my crazed state, that awful idea was an act of genius.

I rolled over so that I was again on my knees as I took the wand and held it backwards. Ever-so-slowly, I slid the back end of it, much thicker than the front end, into my nether regions. I'd never placed anything up there, but as the wood slid into my ass hole, it felt like just what I needed to augment my masturbation. With my ass up in the air, I leaned against the pillow as my hands returned to my vagina, now working in full swing to deal with it.

As the fingers plunged in and out of me so quickly, I lost myself in pleasure I'd long ignored. It had been so long, and it felt so good, especially with the addition of my wand. It was a nice touch.

So absorbed in bliss, I lost track of time. Ron was supposed to come up and bring me back some charms notes I lent him, but I forgot all about it in lieu of my self-indulgence. Ron opened the door and stood, completely frozen in shock at the sight of my wand sticking out of my ass as it wiggled around before him.

"Hermione, what's-"

"Close the door!" I shrieked, falling off my bed and pulling down a blanket with me to cover myself up with.

"I was just coming to give you back the charms notes, and..."

I stopped caring about what he was saying. Even that shock hadn't calmed my desire, and the redhead continued to stutter as I adjusted the blanket over my body to try and obscure it and stand up without showing anything. My eyes were drawn, though, to a very pronounced bugle in his pants.

"I promise, I won't tell anyone about this!" he finally managed to spit out as he placed the charms notes down on the floor and prepared to leave.

I couldn't let him, though. I was still mad with desire, and being caught brought it to a level my hands alone couldn't do. "Ron, wait."

He turned around, nearly falling over at the sight before him.

I'd discarded the blanket, my tight, developing body striking the most alluring pose I could muster. It sucked, but between two thirteen year-olds, it was incredible.

Ron stuttered even more than before, I think only squeezing out about three full words as I slowly walked toward him. I surprised myself as I moved; this was so unlike me. Still, in the heat of the moment, I didn't care.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and worked down his pants and boxers, six thick inches before me. I looked up at him with a smile as I took it into my hands. Normally, I would have taken some time to experiment; this wasn't the first time I used the time turner to reverse such activities, but my "first times" were usually a little slower; but screw that, I needed satisfaction.

Ron, gasped as I took his entire dick into my mouth in one go. He had no idea that we'd already done this twenty times before, and I liked it that way. It was good to think that, even if he was totally inexperienced, I could make him moan a little harder every time. My hands grabbed him tightly and pulled him forward as I continued to go at it, my tongue working his shaft expertly.

With one hand holding him in place, my other hand returned to its original place between my legs. With the wand still buried in my ass and Ron's cock in my mouth, my fingers had their work cut out for them. Frantically they moved, sliding in and out, slick with my juices, not getting me there fast enough.

All my messing around with time backfired when, with a groan, Ron disappointingly came far too early for me to be even remotely satisfied. Still, I played the role of the good little whore and swallowed it all, licking his cock clean before standing up.

"Thanks, Hermione," he said, motioning to tuck his cock away, but I would have none of that. I grabbed him by his shoulders and shoved him onto my bed. I took the wand out of my ass, as by this point it would just be in the way.

"We're not done yet," I purred as I leaned over Lavender's bed, which lay next to mine, my ass up in the air, my dripping went cunt presenting itself to him. "Fuck me!" I demanded.

Ron's cock very quickly swelled up to its full length again as he stood up, eager to drill me, totally unaware we'd done this so many times before. He grabbed my hips as, with annoying care, he slowly slid his length into me, surprised as he was met with no resistance.

"Hermione, are you still a vir-"

"Does it really matter right now? Fuck me and we can talk about it later, but I don't want any of this slow bullshit. Ravage me or I'm going to see if one of your brothers is man enough to wreck me."

Mentioning his brothers struck a nerve, it seemed. Ron grinned, strengthening his grip on my sides as he stuffed his cock into me with force. He took a deep breath and readied himself before slowly sliding out again, teasing me with slowness only to, at the literal moment I least expected it, pound into me and never stop moving. I moaned as, with relentless force, he filled and emptied me almost fast enough for me to lose track of whether I was full or empty at any given moment. My vagina clenched down on him as he was still the biggest I'd ever taken, but he was never quite as ferocious. I would have to mention his brothers more often if it got him this worked up.

I could hear him panting behind me as he worked as hard as he could to please me; he was nailing Hermione Granger, and I knew from previous confessions that this was one of his dreams. I was fulfilling his dream; was it so wrong if I got an orgasm out of it? He leaned downward and began kissing my neck, brushing aside my bushy hair with his nose to clear up some skin. The addition of kisses was certainly a nice one.

I curled up my head as he kept up his very respectable speed, my entire body following suit beneath him as the pleasure shot through me. "Oh, Ron," I moaned, my hand reaching down to feel his cock, just to make sure it was really him, as he fucked me like a man possessed. He now lay on top of me as we swayed back and forth in time with his thrusts, my pussy leaking all over Lavender's bed; not that it would matter once I rewound time again. We went at it savagely, the pleasure building in both of us as our moans and screams began to echo downstairs into the common room, but again, it wouldn't matter once I got my release.

Lucky for me, that was soon coming. The insane pleasure Ron's very devoted fucking gave me was incredible, my body heating up as we approached home base. I grabbed his hand in mine and he knew; he responded by giving me just as tight a hold. It would be simultaneous. I beat him out by a few seconds, though, screaming into the pillow as I lost it. My body shook beneath him as my walls clenched down on him just in time for him to blow his load, one even bigger than the one he shot in my mouth. My pussy clenched down on him as he buried himself in me just in time, giving my insides a long-overdue coating of Weasley cum; the thought of its potency considering his family never crossed my mind.

He pulled out just as his orgasm had fully subsided, a mix of our juices dripping out of my cunt and onto Lavender's sheets. I grabbed the Time Turner as Ron stood there, flabbergasted It was a shame he wouldn't remember it; it was one of the most intense fucks we'd ever have.