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5 - Flashback no. 2

Vivid as her recollection of that first night with Harry had been, this was even better. Having tweaked Professor Dumbledore’s formula ever so slightly, Hermione rode in the back of her younger self’s mind, sharing her thoughts and emotions, but simultaneously able to experience her own, current thoughts. It took several minutes for her to sort out the complex web and to master the situation, but master it, she did. She allowed herself to fully sink into her old self, allowing her to relive the moments exactly as they had been, without any foreknowledge of what was about to happen.

She watched the final match of their sixth year Quidditch tournament. The game was in its final moments, with Ginny streaking towards the snitch, and Ron saving every attempted goal that came at him. Hermione felt the tension in the air as Ginny reached out and snatched the tiny gold ball from the air. She leapt to her feet alongside the rest of the crowd, roaring her support.

With the rest of the Gryffindor students, she rushed onto the pitch. While most of them made for the triumphant Ginny, she raced towards Ron, catching him up in a hug, her emotions surging. Exasperating as he could be, she’d been fond of Ron almost from the moment they’d met — so much so that his childish cruelty at the beginning of their first year had hit her harder than it would have otherwise — and had had a major crush on him since their third year. The way he’d buckled down to defend Buckbeak had shown her who he was at the core, and she’d seen the true him from that day on. Now, however, seeing him standing there, elated and triumphant, his muscles straining against his uniform, that crush turned into something else, something animalistic.

“You were amazing, Ron!” She cried, squeezing him tight. Pulling back she saw a light in his eyes that stirred that something deep inside her into boiling fury. She could feel her pussy tingle as Ron leaned in to kiss her, first tentatively, and then forcefully, on her lips. When he pulled back she could hear the wolf-whistles from all around them and she blushed. She also wanted more.

The crowd moved straight back to the castle, the team not bothering with the showers, and into the Gryffindor Common Room, which immediately became the site of a wild party. Hermione — the part of her that had lived through this once already — observed Harry and Ginny wrapped around each other on a couch, their hands roaming freely, but most of her mind was on Ron. After some congratulatory chit-chat with their classmates and a few shots of firewhisky, she dragged him into a secluded alcove which included her favorite reading bench and bore him down onto it, kissing passionately and deeply.

Like Harry and Ginny, their hands started to roam. Hermione caressed Ron’s chest, feeling for the first time the hard muscles of his abs. One of his hands came to rest on her thigh and she moaned. His other hand found her breast and kneaded gently. They finally broke apart, panting. Ron’s hand was under her skirt, resting close to her panties. She looked down to see the bulge in his trousers and her body filled with a sense of wanting. She fumbled her wand out of her pocket and muttered “Muffliato!” Then she kissed Ron again and jerked her head towards the stairs that lead to the dormitories. Looking a little dumbfounded, he smiled and nodded. They snuck out of the room, utterly unobserved, and climbed to the sixth-year boys’ dormitory.

Slipping into the room, Hermione cast a quick spell on the door, locking it, but also making it so that anyone who came near would decide that they’d rather be anywhere else. She and Ron practically fell into his bed and began to tear at their clothes. She quickly had Ron down to his boxers, and he had literally torn her blouse off, leaving her in just her bra, skirt, panties, and stockings. As they kissed more, she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts.

“Wow, Hermione,” said Ron, the first words he’d said since they had started kissing in the common room. “You’re incredible. So hot.”

“So are you,” she purred, admiring the chiseled muscles of his arms and torso. “Why don’t you show these off more?” She asked, stroking his forearms. Why were his forearms so sexy? Ron just laughed and twisted their positions so that he was on top of her, kissing her again. She felt like she was melting when he began to trail kisses down her chest. He flipped her skirt up and kissed her hungrily on her panty-covered pussy before tugging her panties down her legs to reveal her completely shaved pussy (something she had tried in emulation of Lavender but had since moved past).

Ron lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to lick. Like his kisses, his efforts began tenderly but quickly became hungrier and more deliberate. She moaned deep in her throat as her pussy gushed. Ron had clearly had his share of practice with Lavender and she came quickly and hard, clamping Ron’s head in place with her legs.

“My turn,” she growled, flipping him over and pulling his boxers down. She gasped aloud as Ron’s cock sprang up. She’d never seen one so big: at least nine inches long, but possibly pushing ten, and at least as thick around as a soda can.

“Oh my god, Ron! That’s gorgeous! How have you not had every girl in Hogwarts lining up for some of this? How did Lavender not spill the beans?”

“There have been a few others,” said Ron, proudly, “but I told Lavender that she couldn’t gossip, or I wouldn’t fuck her anymore. Idle threat, but it worked.”

Hermione was distractedly pumping her hand slowly up and down his incredible shaft. She leaned in and kissed the middle of the shaft and then followed that down to his balls, beginning to lick them worshipfully. Feeling spontaneously dirty, she lifted his cock out of the way and licked his bridge, drawing a startled grunt from him.

“Fuck, Hermione!”

She grinned, gave his balls one more kiss, took a deep breath and took his cock in her mouth. It was a stretch, but she managed, glad that she occasionally practiced on one of her dildos. She managed to get about six inches in her mouth before she felt her gag reflex start to kick in and backed off. Using a hand to stroke the lower part of Ron’s cock, she focused her attentions on the upper portion of his shaft, licking and sucking as much of it as she could.

Every time she went a little too far on his cock she heard an especially potent moan from him, and her mind was taken by an especially dirty thought. Bracing herself, she started to try to take more of him with each stroke, ignoring and suppressing her gag reflex as much as possible. Her mouth filled with saliva that started to spill out and pool on Ron’s thighs, but his increasingly loud vocalizations drove her on. When he started to buck his hips the added momentum allowed her to finally take his full length in her mouth. The feeling was indescribable: not pleasurable in a traditional sense, but the fullness of her throat and vulnerability that the two shared in that moment was palpable. That, combined with the brief depravation of oxygen was intensely erotic, and she felt herself on the edge of another orgasm.

Panting, she drew away.

“Holy shit,” said Ron. “That’s amazing! You’re so fucking hot!”

“I want you to fuck my throat, Ron,” she said.

“What?”

“You fucking heard me,” said Hermione. She flung herself out of the bed and onto her knees. “Fuck my throat!”

With a feral snarl, Ron leapt out of bed, grabbed two handfuls of her hair and jammed his cock into her waiting mouth. Hermione took hold of his thighs and he began to thrust, driving himself balls deep on the first thrust. With each pump of his hips she pulled herself towards him, amplifying his efforts. Thick drool spilled from her mouth to roll down her chest. She moaned, feeling an orgasm approach. When it hit, she pulled Ron deep into her mouth and held him there. She felt his cock spasm and knew that he was cumming, too. She let him pull out slightly, his seed filling her mouth nearly to bursting. He pulled out the rest of the way, falling backwards, and a final streak of cum splashed across her upturned face. She swallowed, relishing the flavor, and used her hands to bring herself to another orgasm.

“You’re fucking incredible,” said Ron, his voice hot with lust. He levered her to her feet with a hand to her throat and kissed her hard. She moaned, wantonly. “You like it rough, don’t you, Hermione?”

“I do,” gasped Hermione between kisses.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Yes! Fuck me, Ron! Make me yours!”

Ron threw her onto the bed, spread her legs wide, and rammed his cock into her eager pussy. She wasn’t ready for either his girth or his length: it felt like she was being split in two and impaled, but every bit of that pain and exertion was pure ecstasy. Ron went full tilt from the start, hammering relentlessly.

“Your pussy is spectacular, Hermione!”

“Your…cock…is…spectacular…fuck!” She came again, clamping down on his dick, but he just kept pounding. Her pussy erupted, spraying liquid in every direction. Ron hefted her like a rag doll and flipped her over. She landed on hands and knees and he re-entered her. Barely recovered from her last orgasm, the hand landing firmly on her upturned rump prompted another.

“Fuuuck…” she moaned out between spanks. “Yes, Ron…yes! Spank my ass! Harder!”

Ron obliged, each slap ringing loudly in the room and each thrust of his cock slamming home with enough force to drive her forward onto the pillow that she clutched.

“This ass is a work of art,” said Ron, rubbing her cheeks between slaps. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanter to see it? Merlin…every time we went swimming in the summers, and these past few weeks with your skirts…”

Hermione grinned to herself. She’d been deliberately provocative on both fronts. In recent weeks she’d taken to shortening her skirts slightly, removing her robe between classes, and walking up stairs well ahead of Harry and Ron, hoping that Ron at least, would sneak a glimpse. She’d even gone without panties on several occasions.

“I’m glad…” she paused to grunt, “you like it!”

Ron continued his barrage for several more minutes and then she heard Ron spit and felt a glob of liquid land directly on the rosebud of her ass. She moaned, imagining what Ron’s cock would feel like in there. Her masturbation sessions almost always included a finger in the ass, but nothing bigger. Until this very moment, that was.

Ron’s thumb caressed her final hole for a moment and then slipped inside.

Orgasm number…I’ve lost count! Thought Hermione. She darted one hand down the her cunt, rubbing her clit furiously as Ron teased her ass with his thumb.

“I’m going to cum, Hermione,” panted Ron after what seemed like an eternity.

“In me…” she panted. “In me…please…fuck!”

Her words deserted her, devolving into an animalistic shriek as Ron thrust home once more, torrents of semen shooting into her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever: her vision clouded and her mind went blissfully blank.

Hermione rose from the Pensive, trembling with the after effects of what was still the most powerful orgasm of her life. She stumbled backwards until she felt the armchair behind her, and she collapsed, slipping almost at once into a deep sleep.
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