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Nights in December	By : ScoresOfLooks Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 16349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Prefect's Bathroom
One week prior, Hermione and Ron had been in the Prefect’s Bathroom. Having discovered that sound made within the Prefect’s bathroom could not be heard outside it, they had taken to making love in the empty basin, creating a grand cacophony of passion; the sound of flesh against porcelain mixed with Hermione’s trills and Ron’s deep moans. After a particularly passionate session in which Ron at one point had held her whilst standing, plunging into her until she had to cry out in ecstasy, they had filled the basin to the brim with jasmine scented water and floated around, hand in hand. Being regulars of the Prefect’s bathroom, there were few surprises left to be had in the impressive variety of taps on display. By now they had both memorized which tap produced a stream that danced across the water in graceful arcs, which poured out foam so thick that it could almost support their weight (Not quite, but almost) and which contained the jasmine scented water which had become a firm favourite for both of them.
However, one tap had had them confounded from the moment they first turned it. At the very furthest end of the line of taps sat one with a clear, translucent opal in the handle. When turned, it would produce a thick, slightly sticky substance that seemed to sink to the bottom of the basin. Thinking it an archaic fad of a thousand years ago, Ron and Hermione had paid it little mind. But whilst floating in the basin on this howling December night, Hermione glanced upon the tap and suddenly turned upright.
“Of course!” she exclaimed loudly, stirring Ron from his blissful lull.
“Of course what?” he asked, staring bemusedly at Hermione.
“The opal tap! I’ve finally figured out what it’s for! It’s a lubricant” she explained, a wide smile spreading across her face.
“Guess this place really does give the brain a boost,” said Ron, returning the smile, “but what do you mean by lubricant? A lubricant for what?”
Hermione swam up to Ron and whispered into his ear. “A lubricant for making love. It allows everything to,” she pondered how best to explain, “slide much more easily.” Her face turned bright pink. Ron’s eyes showed his dawning realization, and then suddenly seemed to suggest that a myriad of possibilities were coursing through his mind.
“Blimey, wish I’d known that earlier” he said, and Hermione threw her arms around him as they both laughed. Ron kissed her neck, and she gave a satisfied little sigh. Ron had his feet at the bottom of the basin and was holding her up with his hands on her behind. She wrapped her legs around his waist and relaxed.
“So, it’d be a shame not to use it, wouldn’t it?” Ron had suddenly asked her, his neck resting against her shoulder. He was rubbing her firm behind with his hand.
“Well,” answered Hermione, one hand in Ron’s thick red mane, the other on his back, “it’s not as if we’ve ever really needed it.” She gave Ron’s earlobe a playful nibble.
“I was thinking that maybe, since it’s Christmas soon and all, that we could do something…” he paused before finishing, “…extraordinary.” He ran one finger up Hermione’s spine, making her squirm slightly. He still had his other hand placed firmly on her right buttock. “Something we haven’t done before.”
Hermione, who had had her eyes closed since throwing her arm around Ron’s shoulders, suddenly opened them. She leaned back and stared directly into Ron’s eyes. “What do you have in mind, Ronald?” she asked. She normally only called him Ronald when she was particularly upset with him, but her tone of voice indicated that rather than upset, she was apprehensive, but also quite curious. She had no clue as to what Ron was referring.
“Well, I was thinking, if we take it slow and steady, that maybe we could make love…” he wiggled the middle finger of his right hand, the one placed on Hermione’s buttock, “…here.” He kept eye contact with her as he said this. Hermione’s eyes widened.
“Ron! I don’t think that’s even possible!” she said, looking suddenly alarmed. “How would you even fit? I feel completely filled out when we make love now. I can’t imagine it could be done!” Her tone was not one of outrage, but merely of disbelief that such a practice existed.
“It can be done; it just takes time and patience is all. Honest, I’ve read about it. You slide a finger in first, gently, and then you massage until you become relaxed. That’s what the lubricant is for then. Haven’t you ever wondered how two blokes do it?”
Hermione suddenly felt quite stupid. She had never so much as considered the mechanics of lovemaking between two men, but now that she thought about it, it made a certain amount of sense. Their options were somewhat limited, that was for sure. However, Hermione still felt unsure.
“It sounds like it would be rather painful. And where have you read about it?” she asked, suddenly aghast at the thought of a book in the library containing descriptions and illustrations of such an act.
“Seamus had a muggle magazine; it had an article about it. It’s not uncommon for muggles apparently. I’m surprised you hadn’t heard about it.”
Hermione suddenly felt silent. Unknowingly, Ron had just touched upon something that filled Hermione with no small amount of shame. Since Hogwarts had no sexual education of any kind, and her parents had never mustered up the nerve to have “The Talk” with her, Hermione was quite uneducated in the ways of the human body. What she knew, she had learned from Ron’s sister Ginny, who was quite well versed in the subject. Though she had never slept with anyone before Harry, Ginny had been blessed with a mother who did not shy away from making sure that her daughter was wholly prepared for her first intimate encounter. Molly Weasley had taught her daughter about prevention, consent, and the importance of feeling comfortable. Because of this, and perhaps because she had grown up with six brothers, Ginny had always felt at ease around boys, and had never felt the need to impress boys with sexual daring to compensate for a lack of self-esteem.
Hermione, as an only child, had not. It had taken her quite a lot of courage to ask Ginny about these subjects, as she was afraid the younger girl would laugh at her ignorance. However, Ginny had proven to be discreet and incredibly helpful. She had taught Hermione how to brew a potion that would prevent pregnancy, she had answered all her questions about the intimate arts, and they had talked at length about fantasies they had each had. All of this had, however, come after Hermione had had her first intimate encounter, which in one way had been a triumph, but had also led to months of misery.
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