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Firsts	By : Bargle5 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Firsts

Author notes: I have drawn incidents from both the books and movies for Ron's memories. It's set shortly after the incident in HPB where Ginny tells about saying Harry has a Hungarian Horntail tattoo and Ron has a Pygmy Puff. This story was written for the first Ron/Hermione Fuh-Q-Fest. The birth control spell is used by the kind permission of Metafrantic. Thanks to my Beta, Nellie_darlin, for a fast, yet well done job.

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For once, everyone seems to be where they're supposed to be. I wish all my Prefect duties went this well. Hermione climbed through the protrait hole into the Gryffindor Common Room. She could see the back of a familiar red head on one of the couches.

The flickers of the flames in the Common Room fireplace were reflected by the tears on Ron's cheeks.

Ronald Bilius Weasley, you are a damned idiot. You can see a dozen different outcomes of your next move in chess, but you can't see your own feelings. You've wanted Hermione right along and you were too stupid to see it. She's the only one that you get worked up over and you thought it was just friendship. So bloody blind.

First hand holding. When she took yours, You jerked away like you'd been burned.

When Buckbeak got executed, she turned to you, not Harry, you. You were too thick to see what it meant.

If You hadn't been so dense, you could have gone to the Yule Ball with her, but you were too stupid to ask her first. You could have been the first to kiss her instead of Viktor.

You both spent the summer together at Grimmauld Place. You didn't do a damn thing.

She kissed you on the cheek before you tried out for the Quidditch Team. You felt all light headed, was barely able to get your mind back on the tryout. She could have been the first girl you kissed instead of Lavender.

"What are doing down here alone, Ron?" Hermione was standing behind him.

"Bloody hell!" He jumped up and tried to quickly wipe the tears away.

"You've been crying, what's wrong?" Concern lined her face.

His words came stammering out, "I... just... thinking... why does it take me so long to figure out things with you?"

"I don't know Ron, but you do figure them out eventually."

"Yes, but why don't I get it right off? Why did it take me three bloody years to figure out I loved you? Three years. I could have had three years with you already." Ron's face worked as he tried to not start crying again.

Hermione sat close beside him and put her arms around him. "I don't know, Ron. Maybe you just weren't ready until now."

"I was ready enough to start snogging Lavender this year. Why am I such a damned fool where you're concerned?"

"I just don't know. Boys sometimes have a hard time with their emotions. I think I said you had the emotional range of a teaspoon once." She smiled at the memory and ran her fingers through his hair.

Ron smiled. "Yes, I believe you did. I think you may been too kind, at that. It's just that I always seem to miss being the one to do something with you for the first time."

"Ron, there will be many firsts for us, I'm sure."

"Like what? Krum got to be the first to dance with you, hold you, to kiss you. What's left?"

"This for instance." Hermione leaned over and kissed him.

Ron felt her tongue pressing against his lips. He opened his mouth and sent his to meet it.

After what seemed like entirely too short a time, Hermione pulled away from him.

"So, what did you think?" Hermione grinned and looked into Ron's eyes.

Ron turned rather red and looked away.

"You did that with Lavender, didn't you?"

"Well, er, yes. Though you're much better at it." Ron looked hopeful.

Hermione folded her arms and frowned slightly. "You know, Ron, lies are not a good thing in a relationship."

Ron got redder. "Oh, all right. It's just that Lavender's got a bit more practice in, you see. I'm sure you'll be better in the end."

Hermione looked slightly mollified. "Well, let's get on with the practicing then." She kissed him again.

Oh, she's definitely going to be better.

Hermione stood and removed her robe.

Bloody hell, when did Hermione get so curvy?

Yes, Ron. I'm a girl. Nice of you to notice. Finally.

Ron's eyes kept going to valley formed by her breasts in her uniform blouse where her Gryffindor tie rested. Lovely, just lovely.

Hermione straddled Ron's lap and took his head in her hands. "Ron, there's still many things you can be the first to do with me. Like this, for instance." She took one of his hands and placed it on her breast.

Oi! Wasn't expecting that. "You mean, you didn't let McLaggen... at Slughorn's Christmas Party?"

Hermione's face stiffened. "No. Believe it or not, I don't let just anyone touch me anywhere they like." Not that he didn't try, the stupid git.

Ron looked as if he might start crying again. "Bloody hell, I've done it again. Damn it, Hermione, why do I do that?

"I'm not sure, Ron. You don't like it when I spend time with someone else, but when we're together, all you seem to think about is those others."

Ron's face settled into what Hermione recognized as his 'pondering his next move' look when he played chess. She waited.

"It's a lot of things. I've wanted you for so long, but I never believed you would want me. You're so clever and beautiful, you could have anyone. I can't figure out why you would want to be with me. I want to prove to you I'm something special, but I'm not really, I'm just Ron Weasley, thick headed fool. I'm happy being with you, but I'm always scared you'll drop me. I think that's mostly it, I'm scared I'll lose you. I'm afraid you'll wake up one day and realize you can do better and you'll leave me. Oh, and I'm jealous a lot, that doesn't help."

"No, it doesn't."

"Why do you want me, Hermione? That's what confuses me, why me?"

"I don't really know."

"Then how do I know you won't decide to give me up?"

"I won't say you couldn't make me angry enough to end things Ron, but it wouldn't be easy. I love you, Ron. That's not something you're going to easily change."

Ron didn't feel much reassured.

He needs something concrete. Something that will make him understand how much he means to me.

Ron knew Hermione's 'serious thought' face and waited.

She changed to a neutral look and stood up. "Ron, I'm going to offer you something. It's something that can only be given once. I want to give it to you. Then you'll understand how important you are to me, I think."

What in bloody hell is she on about? "All right, what is it?"

"My virginity."

Ron's expression pretty much defined 'gobsmacked'. After a few seconds, he regained his wits, jumped to his feet and yelped, "Hermione!"

She put her arms around his waist and pulled him close. "I want you to be my first, Ron, with the expectation you'll be my only. I want to be your fir..." Suddenly she looked as if she might cry. "Oh Ron... you didn't... I mean... with Lavender?"

"No, no, no!" He couldn't get the words out fast enough. "We never did anything more than what you saw."

Hermione's face brightened. "So, what's your answer then?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes!"

They grinned at each other for a while.

"Erm, Ron, I think we need to start doing something."

Ron sat back down and pulled Hermione into straddling his lap. "I think we were off to a good start just a little earlier. Let's carry on from there." He put his hand on her breast again and leaned down to kiss her.

Hermione put her arms around his neck and pulled herself tightly against Ron.

That makes my hand a bit cramped. Perhaps I should move it around and down a bit. Hermione's reaction was a giggle. "What's funny?"

"Nothing really, it seems my bum's a bit ticklish."

"You didn't know?"

"No, Ron. You're the first one to touch it." Ron grinned widely.

The kissing resumed. When they stopped for a breath, Hermione reached up and took off her tie. She undid the first two buttons of her blouse, then stopped. "Here's another 'first' for you, Ron. Undo the rest."

Gladly! Ron's hands fell happily to their task.

"Don't forget the cuffs." When they were undone as well, Hermione slipped her arms out and left it crumpled around her waist.

Ron could see the shape of her nipples throught the sheer, peach colored bra. He couldn't move his eyes away.

Hermione reached behind her and unhooked the bra and slowly slid it off her shoulders. "You need to breathe now and then, Ron."

They're so beautiful. He took in a lungful of air.

She pulled his hands to her breasts and leaned forward to kiss him again. After a few seconds, she leaned back and moved one of his hands to her stomach. Two of her fingers slipped into her mouth. She rubbed the now wet digits on her exposed nipple. "Blow on it."

Ron did so. His face showed his delight as the nipple rose up proudly. "That's brilliant, but now the other one doesn't match."

"Well, let's fix that then." Her fingers were headed towards her mouth again when Ron's hand intercepted them.

"Let me, Hermione." Ron bent his head forward, licked and blew on the other. It quickly mirrored its twin. "That's better. I like things symmetrical." He gave her a cheeky grin.

"I like it when they're gently tweaked."

Ron's mouth became a straight line. He tried not to sound accusatory. "How do you know you like having them tweaked?"

"Ron, just because I don't let other boys touch me doesn't mean I don't know how to please myself. I'm sure there's some ways of pleasing you, that you know and I don't. Not yet, anyway."

Ron looked shamefaced. "Sorry, I didn't think about you doing that."

"Girls have needs, too, Ron. I've thought about you while I was doing it many times." Probably shouldn't mention the ones about him and Harry both having me at the same time.

"Oh... well... I've thought about you a lot while I was wan... er... pleasing myself, too." Damn, more blushing. Better not mention the ones with her and Lavender together.

"Ron, I think we should probably keep our fantasies to ourselves."

"Good idea. Now, where were we? Oh, yes, I was about to do this." Ron's fingers took each nipple and gently squeezed and tugged them.

Hermione gasped softly and closed her eyes. "Just like that, Ron, just like that." Nice to know he can be gentle when he wants to be. After a few moments, she opened her eyes. "No fair, you've still got your shirt on."

Ron reached for his waist and began tugging his teeshirt out of his trousers.

"Please, let me do it. You did mine." Hermione grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slowly brought it up over his head. She put her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Skin to skin feels nice, doesn't it?"

Ron took several slow breaths before he spoke, "Bloody hell, yes." He paused before saying, "This isn't romantic or anything, but I think we need to take our shoes off."

"Ever Practical Ron. I think you're right." Hermione stood and Ron followed. He quickly kicked off his trainers and socks. Hermione put a hand on him to steady herself and slipped her oxfords off, placing them neatly by the couch. Next she reached under her hanging blouse to loosen her skirt.

"Can I do that, Hermione?"

"May I do that," she corrected, "yes, you may."

Ron's fingers found the hook and zipper. He lowered the skirt and blouse until Hermione could step out of them. The triangle of dark curls showed faintly through the fabric of her knickers. Even that bit looks lovely. "Do you want to do mine?"

Hermione quickly unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them to his ankles. Yellow boxers. Good choice, Ron. Her eyes were drawn to the tenting in front.

Ron kicked his jeans to the side. This caused his erection to slide out the front of his boxers. To his great surprise, Hermione reached out and grabbed it. "Hermione! What the..." He reflexively moved back, only to feel her grip tighten. "Not so tight, not so tight!." She eased off and Ron shifted forward causing his cock to slide through her fingers. Mistake. Ron felt the pressure of orgasm rapidly building. "Hermione, I'm going to..."

She felt the pulses as he shot onto her thigh. "Oops, let me get that." She retrieved her wand from her robe. "Scourgify. There, all gone." She looked up and saw Ron was on the point of tears again. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I tried to hold on, but I couldn't. Your hand just felt so good. I couldn't..." He collected himself and stood there.

Hermione looked a bit puzzled. "Won't it get stiff again?"

"Well, yes, but it takes a little while."

"Was there someplace you were planning on going?"

"Well, no."

"Good, let's carry on then. You've had an orgasm by my hand. Why don't you give me one with yours?" So that's how far down he blushes.

How many times am I going to blush tonight? "I would, but, ah... well... I don't know what to do."

"I'd be surprised if you did, Ron. I'll show you how." She reached down to her knickers and stopped. "Nearly forgot. I've haven't taken my socks off."

"Would you mind leaving them on? You look quite sexy in them."

"All right." Hermione grinned and slid her knickers off over the socks. She laid down on the couch and gestured for Ron to get next to her. "Kneel beside me so your hand's at a comfortable angle." Ron did so. Taking his hand, she guided it between her thighs.

Ron went slack jawed. That feels bloody amazing.

She began moving his hand, alternating between circular strokes and straight ones. After a minute he got the rhythm and she moved her hands to her breasts and began squeezing and rubbing them. It feels so much better when it's someone else doing it. Hermione's breathing deepened and she closed her eyes

She's getting so wet. I hope that's good. "Am I doing it right?" His voice was a bit shaky.

"Yes, that's quite good. Don't stop."

Ron didn't.

After a bit more, Hermione put her hand over his once more. "Let me have your finger." She bent his middle finger downward and moved it to her opening. "Now push it in right there." As he did so, a loud moan escaped her.

Ron jerked his finger out. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry."

"What! No! Put it back!" Hermione forced herself to speak calmly, "That was a pleasure moan, Ron. You want me to make that kind of noise."

"Ohhh." Ron slid his finger back inside her and began stroking it in and out.

Hermione's moaning resumed, a bit more softly. Yes. Yes, just like that. Her hips began to move up to meet his hand, getting his finger as deep inside her as possible. She moved her hand under his and gently rubbed her clit. A few seconds later she felt the surge of her orgasm ripple through her and nearly blacked out. That was the best ever! She put her hand on the back of Ron's head and pulled him in for a kiss. "That was wonderful." Sitting up, she gave him a bear hug.

Ron's voice was a raspy whisper. "I can't breathe."

"Sorry, but that was really, really good."

"Glad to hear it." Ron's voice had returned to normal. Looking down, he noticed his voice wasn't the only thing that had returned.

Hermione's eyes followed his down. He's ready. Time to do it. "Let's get your boxers off."

"Hermione, are you sure you still want to do it? You've made your point. You don't have to go on."

Her face became mock severe. "Ron Weasley, I've offered you my virginity and you agreed to take it. Now, you will take it or on my word as a Prefect, I will see you spend the rest of your time at Hogwarts in detention every evening."

"All right. Just don't do that look anymore. It reminds me of McGonagall and I don't want that image in my mind the first time I have sex with a girl."

Hermione couldn't help giggling. "Fair enough."

"Um, how do you want to do it?"

"Well, the normal way. You insert your erection into my... wait, what do you mean?"

"Sorry, sorry. I meant what position do you want to use? Standing, laying down, you on all fours with me behind you, you on top or me? That kind of thing"

"You seem to know an awful lot about that."

"You're not the only one that can do research."

Hermione pondered her options. "Laying down, me on top, would be best, I think."

"Great." Her on top, why doesn't that surprise me? Still, I suspect I won't complain.

"Your boxers still need attending to."

Ron slid them, with a bit of care, over his cock and off.

"Oh Ron, one more thing we need to attend to." She picked up her wand, touched it to his erection and softly spoke a spell. A sparkle settled on the tip. "Birth control. I don't want a baby right now, do you?"

"No." He laid down on the couch. His bum landed in the wet spot from earlier. Just ignore it, Ron. Things are going to get wetter anyway. Hermione straddled him. God, she's so beautiful.

"Ron, can I touch it?"

"Yes, I think I can hold on this time."

She took him in hand and moved him until she felt the tip align with her entrance. Speaking very softly, she said, "I love you, Ron." She rubbed his erection up and down the length of her pussy.

Ron's eyes nearly closed and he began to pant. So... bloody... incredible... ah... He felt something stop him from entering her. Opening his eyes, he couldn't read Hermione's face. "Do you want to stop?"

With an intent look for an answer, she raised her hips slightly and quickly dropped them. "Ow! Oh hell! Damn." Tears started trickling down her cheeks. Ron's arms were suddenly around her, holding her tightly.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. God, I'm sorry!" His cheek was now against hers. Their tears mixed and ran. He just kept holding her.

"Ron, you can let go now."

"Do you want to stop?"

Hermione experimentally raised and lowered herself. A gasp. "I think we better." She lifted herself off of him and stood up. She felt a little wobbly.

Ron sat up and saw a trickle of blood start down her thigh. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I'm sorry."

She sat down next to him and hugged him. "It'll be all right. It couldn't be helped. It's something I have to go through. When I've healed up, we'll try again and it will be fine, I'm sure."

"We're going to do it again?"

"Of course we are. I love you, Ron. Your hand was wonderful. I'm sure it will be even better when we do it the... erm... regular way."

"I love you, Hermione. I don't deserve you."

She ran her fingers through is hair. "No, you don't, but you've got me anyway, so you better make the best of it."
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