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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 Room of Requirement
It was Harry who had suggested the Room of Requirement to Ron. His reasoning had been sound enough – If the room altered itself to fill the needs of the person beckoning it, even needs that the person might not realize that he or she has, then it would most certainly be the perfect place to be alone.
Hermione had wanted a secluded, private place for her and Ron to make love for the first time. Though she would never be Ron’s first, she was happy for him to be hers, and so they set off together, one evening in the late spring of their sixth year, to the Room of Requirement.
To their surprise and dismay, the room had lived up to its reputation. It had filled every need that Hermione and Ron had. There was a large four poster bed with soft cotton linens. There was a bottle of the potion that could prevent pregnancy (Hermione had brewed and consumed the potion herself earlier that day). There was even muggle prevention in the shape of condoms, which Ron would no doubt have found hilarious, were it not for everything else in the room.
For the Room of Requirement had also stocked itself with every conceivable type of aid for lovemaking that either Ron or Hermione could think of, and around ten times as many that neither of them could have conceived of at all. On one wall, there was a large wooden cross with straps at each extremity. There was a rack containing a selection of nasty looking whips and cat-o-nine-tails. Perhaps most shockingly of all, there were full body suits of what looked like dragon hide leather. Hermione and Ron had looking around the room for one minute, and then decided that this was not a suitable setting.
Just as they had left the room, Ron had stopped in his tracks and looked back over his shoulder.
“Ron, is something the matter?” Hermione had asked.
“I think I’ve got an idea. Just a moment.” He had turned around, gone to the place where the door to the Room of Requirement would appear, and walked back and forth three times. When the door appeared once more, he opened it, smiled, and beckoned Hermione to come closer. Hermione joined him, and they stepped inside together.
Where once the room had resembled nothing so much as a pervert’s dream, it was now surprisingly spare. There bed was still standing in the middle of the room, but that was about it. A few candles burned on the nightstand next to it. The light they cast was subdued and romantic.
“Oh Ron, this is perfect! How did you make this?” Hermione had asked, throwing her arms around him and fighting the urge to jump up and clasp her legs around him as well.
“I just figured that we needed a room with a bed where we could be alone. So I kept thinking ‘I need a place where Hermione and I can sleep’ and the room listened. I’m glad you like it,” he had said, staring into her eyes.
“I love it, Ron, and I love you.”
“I love you too, Hermione.” He tilted his head forwards, and gently pressed his lips to hers. Hermione closed her eyes, and gently slid her tongue forwards. She could feel his muscular torso even through his robes, and felt as if she were about to burst. The moment was finally here, and though she was frightened, she could not wait for it to truly begin.
She reached up with one hand, and began unclasping her robes, but Ron stopped her. He took her hands in his, and guided them to the front of his own robes, indicating that he wanted her to undress him. She obliged, and suddenly felt a tingle as he ran a hand up her side, and continued the work that she had started. Soon, their robes fell to the floor. The room was so quiet that the sound of their robes falling was like that of an audience in a concert hall, collectively drawing and holding their breath. Hermione gazed upon Ron’s body and felt overjoyed. He was covered now by nothing but a simple pair of black briefs. As Hermione’s eyes travelled up his thorax to his face, she saw that he was staring at her, mouth agape.
“Blimey, you really are something else,” he said, and Hermione saw that he was admiring her underwear. For the occasion, she had chosen a special set of black lace underwear. She smiled back at him.
“I wanted this to be a special evening, so I sort of dressed up,” she said, and gave him a confident smile.
“Of course this night’s special. I’ve wanted this for ages, Hermione. You’re the most amazing witch I’ve ever met.”
At this, Hermione raised herself on the balls of her feet, leant close to Ron and whispered “Take me to bed. Make love to me.” Before she even had time to get back down on her heels, Ron had lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed where he lay her gently down. As he lay down next to her, he started kissing her neck, whilst running his hand over her abdomen. She cooed into his ear, and he slid one hand to her chest, and began kneading her left breast through her brassiere. Pushing up against him, she started kissing his chest while running a hand along the inside of his thigh. She opened her eyes, and relished the sight of his manhood growing steadily, as it had done the summer before.
Suddenly, without her noticing it, he had taken his hand to her back and unhooked her brassier. He slid it off with both hands, and then threw it across the floor. Hermione could not help but smile shyly at this rough behaviour. It was part of what she had always found least attractive about Ron, yet now that they were lying in bed together, this overtly masculine act only made her want him more. All of a sudden, he pulled her into a sitting position on his pelvis, so that they were face to face. His member was completely stiff now, and she could feel it rubbing against her own private parts. She had touched herself before, always while thinking of Ron, but this was something else entirely. His erection felt formidable, as if it was a force in and of itself. Without thinking about it, she started rubbing against it.
Ron moaned, and Hermione knew that she was pleasing him. He put one hand on her behind, and gently squeezed it, while pushing and pulling in time with her movements. She threw her head back and let out a soft cry. As she did so, she felt Ron’s lips close around her left nipple, and the cry turned into a pleasured sigh.
With another quick movement, Ron had again turned her around. She was still sitting on him, but now had her back to him. He brushed her hair gently over her right shoulder, and she felt his tongue on the back of her neck. Suddenly, a hand was once again kneading her breasts. Hermione had only just agreed with herself that no more pleasure could possibly exist, when Ron pushed his hand slowly down the front of her panties, over the soft mound of hair, and down to the opening of her wet vagina. There, he began rubbing her, and Hermione closed her eyes and found herself in nirvana. She was feeling an assortment of stimuli that she had never experienced together before, and she was willing to give herself in completely. Then, Ron whispered in her ear.
“That night, in my room, I wanted you to stay. I didn’t get to taste you at all,” he said. Hermione’s eyes snapped open. Was Ron saying what she thought he was? She looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with him.
“Please,” she answered, “I’d really love that”.
And with another quick but gentle motion, he had her on her back, and was pulling her panties off. Hermione felt exposed, but she did not want to cover herself. She and Ron were lovers now, and she would hide nothing from him. He knelt down, and started kissing her stomach. Hermione closed her eyes, and felt him draw circles with his tongue, first around her belly button, then down over her mound of hair, until finally, he reached her opening. There, he began to lick her outer labia, and caress them with his lips. Hermione squirmed and squeezed her legs together. To her surprise, Ron didn’t seem to mind. He placed a hand on each of her hips, and intensified his efforts. His tongue seemed to trace around her with military precision, until finally it breached the outer walls, and found its way to her clitoris.
Hermione let out a cry when he reached it. It was a feeling unlike any she had ever felt before. The fear she had felt when contemplating this moment seemed to drift away, for she knew that Ron would take care of her and be gentle. She arched her back so as to make it easier for him, and he took full advantage of her helpfulness, using one hand to push her up by the behind. His tongue was both strong and soft, and the sensation of his lower lip gliding across her sex made her toss and turn, although Ron kept her firmly in place.
“Ron,” she whispered, almost inaudibly, embarrassed of letting the words out of her mouth, “I’m ready.”
Ron pulled his face up, smiled at her and nodded. As he sat up, Hermione reached out and pulled down his briefs. The tip of his manhood was bared, and it glistened in the candlelight. She once again became aware of how large it was. She had heard tell that the first time was often painful, but that relaxing could remedy that. She had considered brewing a calming draught, but had decided against it. She wanted the full experience. Even if it hurt, she wanted to be completely present.
“Hermione, I’m going to put it in now. I’ll be careful, alright?” Hermione felt blessed. She knew that Ron would be as gentle as possible.
She lay back down, and Ron crawled on top of her, planting firm kisses on her chest, throat and lips on the way. She felt the tip running up along the inside of her thigh, and reached a hand out so as to guide it. When it reached her opening, Hermione took a deep breath, looked Ron in the eyes and nodded. As he slid it in, Hermione could not help but tense up. The feeling, though pleasant at first, was alien, and she was still scared of it hurting.
“It’s alright, just try to relax. The more you relax, the less it’ll hurt,” Ron said, and kissed her again. She breathed deeply, and felt it slide further into her. Though she did her best to relax, Hermione did feel some pain. She looked up at Ron, and a tear started glistening in her eye.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice all tenderness and compassion.
“It’s alright,” she said, determined to continue and hoping that the pain would subside, “just keep going slow.” He had kissed her again, a deep kiss that seemed to communicate more than love and lust. It seemed to communicate devotion and protection. She threw her arms around him.
After a while, the pain had indeed started to subside. Hermione felt that the sensation was more curious than pleasurable, but wanted to keep going until Ron finished. She kept kissing his neck and throat while he thrusted, and occasionally she even whispered naughty words of encouragement to him.
“It feels so big inside me. You have to be gentle.”
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“You’re so strong. You make me feel so safe.”
“I’m yours, Ron. Yours alone.”
With each utterance, Ron had grown more impassioned, and though Hermione still felt some pain, she wanted Ron to feel invincible. At her last utterance, he let out a long moan, and finished inside her. It was like a warmth spreading inside Hermione, and she relished it.
Ron pulled out slowly, and lay down next to Hermione. Hermione noticed that there was blood on the sheets. She had expected this, as Ginny had told her it might happen. She curled up against Ron, and kissed him.
“Thank you,” she said, and Ron had laughed.
“You don’t really have to thank me for that. Any time, day or night, say the word.”
At that, they both laughed, and Hermione fell asleep in his arms.
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