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The Lessons	By : missbja Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 8920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Lessons
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Hermione was sitting in her favourite chair next to the fireplace, in the Gryffindor common room. Next to her was Ron, finishing his potions essay.

"Hermione, could you help me with this? It would get done much faster," Ron said after scratching almost a paragraph in the parchment.

"Don't think I'll help you cheat, Ron. You have to learn by yourself!"

"I won't learn a thing always making mistakes." Ron got up and sat on the other chair next to Hermione. "Lucky Harry learning Ocllumency with Snape. And then�maybe not."

"Aren't you going to finish that tonight?" Hermione asked looking at Ron, who had a thoughtful look across his face, staring at the almost extinct fire.

"No, I'll just wait a minute, collect my things and go to bed. I'm very tired."

"Well then I'll go now. Will you wait for Harry?"

"I guess not. Since it's the holidays I'll be alone in the dormitory, but Harry takes too long with Snape! They should be over only an hour from now."

"Good night then, Ron" said Hermione getting up from her chair.

"'Night, Hermione," whispered Ron.

Hermione entered the dormitory and changed into her white silk nightgown. After watching the ceiling for about ten minutes she realized she couldn't sleep.

"Maybe I should go and help Ron. After all he's been trying so hard, and giving a hand isn't exactly cheating." She knew that there was no time to dress � and besides that Ron was her friend � there was no problem if he saw her in just a night dress. "Fortunately it isn't see-through."

When she reached the common room, she looked around, but Ron had already left, but she looked at the table and saw a small ink bottle with a quill in it. Well maybe I can still help and deliver this to him. So, quickly as she could, she climbed the staircase to the boys' dormitory.

As soon as she entered the room she noticed Ron's curtains were closed. Well he's already asleep. I'll just leave his ink bottle next to his stuff though. But as she placed the bottle she heard a familiar voice.

"Is it you, Harry?" Ron was still awake.

"No. It's me Hermione."

A silence fell into the room for some seconds. Afterward Hermione heard the sound of clothes being picked up. Half-a-minute later Ron appeared from behind the curtain with his chest bare. Hermione gazed at his muscles, which were small but still very sexy.

Only then did she notice Ron was staring at her too. The reasons were obvious since her dress was mini-skirt sized and the upper part showed too much cleavage. She felt a little exposed and embarrassed but decided to look Ron straight in the eyes so he would realize what he was doing.

"Ron�" He looked up at her with his ears red.

"Hum�yes?" He surely was trying really hard to focus on her eyes, instead of her prominent breasts.

"I'll be going now. Good night."

"Hum okay." But as she turned around he heard him call out, "Wait Hermione!"

"What?" She stopped her hand at the door knob...

"Well�Harry's probably going to take a while so you could�keep me company till then? I mean we're friends right?" he added like he was asking the most natural thing in the world.

Hermione, who wasn't feeling tired and didn't want to go to bed to stare at the ceiling, agreed. Ron sat in his bed and Hermione followed and sat down next to him. She noticed his bedside table and asked him what was in it.

"Some stuff. Actually not much more than the fire-whisky bottle and some cups." Ron said.

"You�you have a fire-whisky bottle in there? Ron, what for?"

"I don't know. Sometimes helps me and Harry to feel lighter before we go to sleep."

Hermione threw him a look of disbelief.

"Do you want some?" Ron asked trying to sound nice.

"Me? Well I don't know Ron�I've never drunk something like that in my life," Hermione said apprehensively.

"There's a first time for everything." Ron prepared a cup and handled it to her.

Hermione hesitated for a moment but decided to try it. Immediately she felt a wave of heat dash through her as whirlwinds of hotness danced in her mouth. She saw Ron take a sip too. "Do you like it?" he asked anxiously.

"Hum�I�well." She'd loved it, but she didn't want to admit it. "It isn't your average pumpkin juice," she said smiling nervously.

"Ron offered her four more cups, which she kindly accepted. But she begun to feel dizzy after that, and, maybe some effect of the drink, the room was twice as hot as before and Ron's bare chest looked as sexy as ever.

"Sorry, Ron, I'll have to decline another cup; I'm feeling a little light-headed already."

"That's okay. I don't want to push you."

She inclined back with her hands. Suddenly as she was doing it she felt her finger got a little wet. She lifted it up and looked at the liquid. As she observed it well she realized it wasn't liquid at all. It was a whitish kind of sticky thing. It was�it was�

"RON!"

He almost dropped the cup he was guarding in his bedside table. He now seemed a little dizzy too. "What?"

"Look! At what I've found on your bed!" She threaded her finger under his nose.

"Hum. Guess you caught me."

He was smiling. He didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all. "Aren't you going to even apologize?"

"Apologize? For getting pleasure?" Ron seemed rather amused by the situation.

"I'm leaving!" Ron's eyes followed the waves the dress made around her legs.

"Wait! What's the problem?" Ron ran to her and grabbed her arm stopping her from opening the door. "It's perfectly normal. Don't tell me you've never touched yourself!"

"Well�I�That's none of your business!" Hermione was feeling some anger (the fire-whisky didn't let her stop feeling a little effervescent) but she knew it was true, she had never touched herself. She had heard sometimes Parvati or Lavender do it but, for some kind of reason, probably shame, she had never done it. Ron was now looking quite shocked at her. "You've never done it?" he asked, quite dazed.

"What if I didn't? That's my problem not yours!" Hermione turned around to look Ron in the eyes. Ron nodded but then, about ten seconds later while she was still waiting for him to release her arm, he lifted his head with his eyes sparkling. "Come here to my bed," he said while sitting at the edge of his bed? "Trust me, okay? I promise I won't do anything to you."

Hermione crossed the room and sat on the other side of the bed and Ron closed the curtains and cast a silencing spell. "Now lay down please."

Hermione obeyed. She trusted Ron and she knew what he was thinking but�would she do it? She wanted it but she always thought of touching herself in intimacy, not in front of Ron, who she noticed was gazing at her hard breath, making her breasts go up and down her chest. "What is supposed to happen now?" He seemed to regain some sense looking at her and smiling.

"Well now you're supposed to think of something that turns you on. And then you can touch yourself where you feel the need to. Everywhere on your body if you want it. Like your nipples and stuff." He blushed immensely but looked rather excited, maybe of the idea of teaching her something she didn't know.

However she looked dazzled at him. "How do you know this stuff?"

Ron's ears turned red too but he said, "Well�actually when I was with Lavender she used to tell me what she thought of while she was doing it." But looking at Hermione's furious eyes, he added, "But I've never really cared about what she said and I really never thought about her when I touched myself."

Hermione wanted to know who Ron thought about when�but she knew it was his intimate business. Although what she was about to do now was beyond sharing intimacy. So maybe she would ask him later. "Ron can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Can you close your eyes please?"

He looked kind of disappointed but agreed and turned around while closing his eyes.

Hermione tried to do what Ron told her and thought about what turned her on, but it was quite difficult since she had never really� She turned head to the side to look at Ron. She knew he meant no harm in doing this to her. She looked at his neck where his red hair ended. She wanted to touch it. Suddenly she knew what she would imagine.

In her thoughts she sat on her knees behind Ron and started to kiss his neck while grabbing his hair, stroking it carefully. Then she went with her mouth down his spine, making him shiver. While she imagined her in front of Ron she grabbed on of her breasts and started to touch her nipple while she continued to see herself whisper to Ron, "You can open your eyes now." It was easier to touch herself now that waves of fire emerged inside her legs. She began to stroke her clit, imagining Ron pulling down one of her dress straps and licking and sucking one of her nipples while grabbing and caressing her breast. She moaned out loud while an orgasm released upon her.

She opened her eyes and sat beside Ron on the edge of the bed. He opened his eyes, watching her perceiving the increased bulge between his legs.

"You were�moaning so loud Hermione...what were you thinking?"

"Do you really want to know?" Hermione asked with a smirk.
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