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Nights in December	By : ScoresOfLooks Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 16352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Library
Hermione was sure that it could not be a coincidence. This was the third time she had felt it. The first time she had been standing on a step ladder, reaching up towards “Experimental Antidotes of the Middle East” by Fillion Shards, when she felt something brush against the outside of her thigh, under her skirt. She had turned around, but seen no one. As she was in the restricted section of the Hogwarts library, no one was even in the near vicinity of her. She had brushed it off as nothing more than a stray breeze.
The second time, she had been bent over a table, studying some of her notes when she once again felt a something brush the back of her knee. She had turned around once again, but there was once again no one to be seen. She had cast a spell that would reveal if a ghost was nearby, but to no avail. She had attributed it to being overworked, and returned to her work.
This time, however, she had known that something strange was afoot. She had been sitting at the very same table, absorbed by her book, when she once again felt something brush the inside of her thigh. She gave a small squeak, jumped to her feet, and looked around in alarm. No breeze would carry this far into the library, and certainly not three times in a row. In the distance she could hear the faint sounds of students turning pages and taking down notes, intermingled with quiet footsteps and the occasional cough. It was eight o’clock in the evening, and the library was quite full, considering that the Christmas holidays were only two days away. O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. students were all working hard in preparation for their summer exams, and Hermione had been able to secure a private spot in the restricted section where she could study in peace.
Just as she was about to sit down again, she felt something squeeze her behind. She took two quick steps forwards and spun around, but still there was no one to be seen. Then it dawned on her.
“Ron? That’s you, isn’t it?” she asked aloud. She got no reply. Then, slowly, a book slowly slid out from its place on a shelf, and stopped halfway. As Hermione approached it slowly, another book further down the same shelf extracted itself in a similar fashion. Hermione turned her head to make sure that no one was near the restricted section.
“So, you’ve borrowed Harry’s cloak, I see,” she said. The only reply she got was yet another volume sliding slowly from its correct position. Hermione approached it, and pushed it back into place.
“Or perhaps I’m mistaken. Might you be some wise old spectre, attempting to show me some arcane secret?” Another book slid out, followed by another. Hermione noticed that she was being led towards the furthest part of the restricted section. She followed, pushing the books back into place as she went.
When she reached the furthest shelf, she found two books lying upon a small table, both of them opened at specific pages. One was a book on library etiquette, showing guests sitting and reading quietly. The other was something else entirely. It was a copy of the Kama Sutra, opened on a page in which a man and a woman were standing upright, with the woman turned ninety degrees away from the man, one leg raised in front of her. The man was holding her leg up as he entered her. Hermione blushed, and could not help but admire Ron’s creativity. However, this was not what they had planned.
“Ron, the plan was for you to catch me tonight. We can’t do this now, there are still other students, and Madam Pince is still in the library too. Imagine if we got caught!” The only reply she got was yet another firm squeeze on her posterior. Hermione blushed even more. As much as the thought frightened her, she could feel herself becoming aroused.
“Oh, alright then, but you have to promise me that you’ll be careful, and not too… vigorous. Don’t you dare make me moan!” she demanded.
Once again, she got no verbal reply. Instead, as if it had materialised out of thin air, Ron’s erect penis appeared, hovering in mid-air. Hermione grabbed it tenderly and stared smirking at where she presumed Ron’s head was.
“You are absolutely incorrigible, Ron Weasley,” she whispered, and slowly she bent down and started kissing his shaft. Any doubts she had had as to the identity of her invisible assailant disappeared as she observed the penis. From the length to the thickness to the growth of red hair at the base, this was without a doubt Ron’s penis. She pulled out a book at random, placed it on the ground and knelt down on it. Taking an even firmer grasp of Ron’s manhood, she wrapped her lips around it and started moving her head forwards and backwards. Normally she would take things slower, but the thrill and risk of being caught made her act quickly. With her free hand she lifted up her skirt, and pulled down her panties just far enough to be able to stroke herself as well.
Hermione’s greatest fantasy, as long as she could remember having sexual fantasies, had always been to make love in the Hogwarts library, preferably in a manner that broke as many rules as possible. She had never thought that Ron would take it this far, however. When she had first told Ron of this fantasy, he had been apprehensive to say the least. Hermione knew that he had always been somewhat frightened by Madam Pince. He certainly seemed to have overcome this fear, however.
Ron’s right hand suddenly materialized, slipped into her shirt and started kneading her breasts. Hermione groaned around his shaft, and had to pull back for air. By habit, she looked towards Ron’s face, but saw nothing. This did not stop her from growing more and more aroused, and she threw her lips around his manhood once more and sucked greedily. Her own sex had become wet in no time, and she stood up in one quick motion, still holding on to Ron’s erection. But in the moment she did so, she heard a voice two shelves over.
“Granger? Are you still in here?” Madam Pince called.
In a panicked flurry, Hermione started buttoning up her shirt as Ron’s erection receded into nothingness once more. She had only managed two buttons when Madam Pince was suddenly standing in front of her. The librarian took one look at Hermione before turning her eyes to the book on the floor. Just as her eyes widened, Hermione spoke.
“I’m so sorry, Madam Pince, I was clumsy and I dropped the book and I’ve been feeling stressed lately and it was so heavy…” She hoped that her flushed face and exasperated breath would not betray her.
Had she been any other student, Hermione suspected, Madam Pince would have chased her from the library without a moment’s hesitation. But her features softened, and she looked at Hermione with sympathetic eyes.
“Of course, dear, I know that you take care of the books here, unlike so many of the other wretched children they let into this school. I’ll take it to the desk and inspect it, unless you still need it, of course?”
“Oh, no, it has most certainly served its purpose,” Hermione said, and she knew that she was blushing. Madam Pince smiled at her.
“Don’t stay up too late tonight, dear. I dare say, you must be stressed, just look at your shirt!” Hermione look down and realised that she had managed to button each button to an incorrect hole, making her look even more dishevelled.
“I won’t, I promise,” Hermione answered, and let out a small laugh. Just as Madam Pince turned around, Hermione felt a firm grip on her behind once more and could not help but utter a surprised yelp. Madam Pince turned around and looked at her inquisitively.
“Just a hiccough,” Hermione said quickly. She prayed that Madam Pince would continue to mistake her arousal for a mixture of stress and disorientation.
“Bless you, Granger,” said Madam Pince, and smiled at her. As she turned around, Hermione felt yet another squeeze, but this time she contained herself. As she listened to Madam Pince make her way back to the library entrance, she felt Ron lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down. Knowing that there was nothing to see if she turned around, she let him pull them down and shivered as she felt him run a hand up the inside of her thighs. She spread her legs ever so slightly, and Ron took this opportunity to caress her sex and slide his ring finger inside her. Hermione relished the feeling, but was eager to feel his full length inside her. She placed her wand on the nearest bookcase.
“Take me, Ronald,” she whispered over her shoulder. She felt Ron extract his finger slowly, and all of a sudden he had pushed her sideways against the edge of the nearest bookcase and lifted her leg in a manner imitating the illustration of the Kama Sutra. Hermione used one hand to steady herself and with the other she grasped Ron’s member within the folds of the invisibility cloak and guided it deftly to her sex. It took all of her self-restraint not to moan as she felt him slide inside her. She threw her arm around his shoulders, and suddenly founding herself almost fighting her own body. Indulging in this forbidden fantasy had already aroused her to the point of losing all control, and she wanted desperately to cry aloud, but knew that she couldn’t. The most she would allow herself, as Ron slid in and out in a measured pace, was the occasional whisper of her lover’s name. The mere thought of someone discovering her now, shirt buttoned incorrectly, underwear on the floor and with one leg in the air, had her at once horrified and ecstatic. She could feel Ron’s breath on her neck and hear his occasional moans. At times she thought that she heard someone entering the restricted section, but she was so enthralled now that she would gladly risk it.
“I love you, Ronald,” she whispered, and her invisible lover responded by sliding his full length into her so that she was forced to elevate herself to the tip of her toes. The sensation brought her to the brink of a rapturous scream.
Hermione could tell by the way Ron shook that he was nearing his plateau. She wanted to push him over the edge in spectacular fashion, and remembering how his naughty compliments in the Prefect’s Bathroom had affected her, she licked her lips, expended her last remaining strength by pulling herself as close to Ron’s head as she could, and whispered into his ear.
“I love the way you fuck me, Ronald, you glorious beast.”
Almost instantly, she felt Ron shudder violently and she felt that familiar warmth spreading inside her. Upon finishing, he stood almost stock-still for a few seconds before finally pulling out of Hermione and letting her onto her feet again. Picking up her panties and putting them on quickly, she could not help but smirk. Just as she was about to make a boastful comment, she felt Ron place his hands on her face and place a deep, tender kiss upon her lips. She gave in to it completely. Their mouths opened slowly, and their tongues met, dancing carefully around each other. Hermione was about to wrap her arms around Ron when a voice came from nearby.
“Granger, are you still here?” Madam Pince had returned. Hermione and Ron broke their kiss. She heard Ron’s zipper just as Madam Pince turned the corner to look at her.
“Granger, are you… Merlin’s beard, are you alright, Granger? Your face is beet red!”
“I think…” Hermione said, deciding that she would not get any decent studying done this night anyway, "I think that I’m overworked. I think I’ll turn in for the night.” She gave Madam Pince a big smile.
“Well of course, dear, you’re practically here around the clock. Get yourself some rest now, the library will still be here tomorrow,” the old librarian said compassionately. Hermione nodded, walked briskly to the table she had been working at earlier, gathered her notes and headed towards the hallway at a brisk trot. As she walked down the hallway, she suddenly noticed the sound of a second set of footsteps.
“Is the Room of Requirement available tonight?” she asked, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.
“It is,” Ron’s disembodied voice replied.
“Well then,” she said, and quickened her pace slightly. She heard Ron’s footsteps do the very same thing. As it caught up to hers, she increased hers even more, now walking in quick strides. Just as she heard Ron adjusting to her new pace once more, she set of at a run, laughing, and before she knew it Ron was at her side, holding her hand. They ran through the halls, up the stairs, heading straight for the Room of Requirement, ready to lose themselves in each other once again. Or perhaps twice.
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