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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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Return to the Prefect's Bathroom
After agreeing, she and Ron had flipped a Galleon to decide whose fantasy would come to life first. To her chagrin, the Galleon had landed showing tails, and Ron would get his way first. Through the past week she had been anxious, excited, mortified and aroused in turn. The anxiety about this new sexual endeavour had been almost ever present for the first three days, but finally she had dared to ask Ginny for advice.
As was ever the case, Ginny’s adventurous nature meant that she had already made this sort of love with Harry. She assured Hermione that with careful preparation, this kind of love making could be not just pleasant, but particularly intense and pleasurable when coupled with other types of stimulation. She instructed Hermione on all necessary preparations and precautions, and urged her to relax.
“You have to want to do this. It’ll all work out fine, you just have to let it.” These had been Ginny’s last words, before she pressed a small vial of lubricant into Hermione’s hand and confided in Hermione that she would be meeting Harry that night for precisely that sort of lovemaking.
Hermione had taken Ginny’s words to heart. She wanted to prove to Ron that she could be adventurous, and this was the perfect opportunity. That same night, Hermione took the first step by herself. Having cast the same muffling spell that had shielded her from Lavender’s retelling two years ago, she undressed until she was completely nude. She opened the vial Ginny had given her and poured some of the lubricant onto her right pinkie. She took a deep breath, found her back opening, and began circling it with her finger. When she felt sure that it was sufficiently slippery, she slid the tip of her pinkie inside.
It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. She slowly slid the rest of her pinkie inside, turning it slightly to test for pain. There was none, but neither was there any pleasure as she was used to. Having this opening filled was pleasant, but not much more. Then Hermione remembered that Ginny had said that it was best coupled with other forms of stimulation. She closed her eyes and thought of Ron, all six feet of him, crawling into this very bed with her while others lay asleep around them, not a shred of clothes on his body. She reached her other hand down and started caressing herself.
To her surprise and delight, she did indeed feel as if the stimulation was heightened with a finger in her backside, and after only five minutes she reached her plateau and her body convulsed gloriously. She slowly pulled the finger out and took some deep breaths.
What had first been an utterly strange sensation had now become an additional stimulation, and she found herself becoming more and more open to the idea of Ron making love to her in this manner. She still felt anxious at the thought of Ron trying to fit his entire manhood in her, but when she considered how her own small finger had intensified her experience, the anxiety was alleviated by excitement.
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Hermione stood facing the door to the Prefect’s Bathroom. She was determined to do this, not just for Ron, but for herself as well. This was to be as much an experience for her as it would be for him. She took a deep breath, whispered the password and stepped inside.
The bathroom was empty. Ron would undoubtedly arrive soon. Suddenly unsure of what to do with herself, Hermione began pacing back and forth. Part of her wanted to exit the bathroom and return to Gryffindor Tower. But she had made her mind up, and had made a commitment to boot. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub, laid her wand on a stack of towels and started breathing deeply to centre herself. She remembered how her self-pleasuring had been augmented by the inclusion of a stray finger, and felt herself starting to relax. As long as Ron was gentle and patient there was no reason why this should not be wondrous.
The door opened and Ron entered, looking over his shoulder. He was wearing a black winter robe over formal trousers, a dark vest over a crisp white shirt, a maroon tie, and a pair of simple black shoes. As he closed the door and caught sight of her, his face broke into a wide, compassionate smile. Hermione got up, returned his smile and beckoned him towards her. As Ron started to walk forwards she held up a hand, halting him.
“That’s far enough. Stay right there. You cannot move or speak until I say so. You may nod or shake your head to answer in the affirmative or negative. Do you understand?”
Ron looked surprised, but very enticed. He nodded and stood stock still, awaiting Hermione’s next command.
“I haven’t changed my mind, Ron. We’re still going to do this. But I want to have a little fun first. I want you to take off your clothes slowly. You are not to move any closer to me while doing so. Do you understand?”
Ron nodded and smiled. He had internalized the cardinal rule quickly. Hermione watched him with hungry eyes.
Ron returned her gaze and donned a mischievous smile. With a single hand he unclasped his robe and let it fall to the floor. Then, he bent down and untied the laces of each shoe before removing them. He then removed his black socks. He straightened himself, and once again locked eyes with Hermione whose gaze had grown even more lustful. He pulled off the vest and slowly loosened his tie. Upon slackening it, he lifted it off his neck and threw it across the room. Hermione’s eyes followed it before darting back to once again behold Ron, who had now started unbuttoning his white shirt. He did it at a deliberately slow pace, clearly enjoying the sight of Hermione holding her breath as she watched him. When he unbuttoned his last button, she exhaled loudly, and Ron could not help but smirk.
“Like that, do you?” he asked her, not realizing his mistake.
“No talking, Ronald!” Hermione snapped with mock authority, and with a flick of her wand she had managed to once again button Ron’s shirt. “You can start over on the shirt for your transgression,” she said satisfied.
Ron had no choice but to acquiesce, but he was not unhappy. He once again had the pleasure of silently tormenting her by taking longer to unbutton each button. When he finished for the second time and slid the shirt off, Hermione was blushing. The sight of Ron’s torso never failed to arouse her. Ron slid a hand over his belt, locking eyes with her all the while. Hermione bit her lip, and felt her cheeks burning. The belt was loosened, and Ron slid it from the belt loops in one smooth motion. He dropped it to the floor, and the sound of the metal buckle hitting the tiles left a pure note ringing in the bathroom. His trousers hung low on him now, revealing the edge of his black briefs. He unbuttoned the single button on his trousers, and then unzipped, letting them fall to the floor. Hermione was impressed by the grace with which he stepped out of them, but immediately found her eyes drawn to the bulge on the front of his briefs. Clearly, she had not been alone in getting aroused at this little game. She stared at it expectantly, but Ron had planted his hands on his hips and merely stared at her, smiling a crooked smile.
“Ronald, it’s not very chivalrous to keep a woman waiting. Undress this instant,” she ordered, though the tone of arousal in her voice surpassed that of authority. Ron kept smiling at her, clearly intending to somehow disrupt the game for his own benefit.
“What’ll you do if I refuse? Put more clothes on me? I don’t think you can punish me without punishing yourself,” he said with a hint of triumph in his voice. Hermione bit her lip, cursing internally. She did indeed have one last punishment up her sleeve, but she did not want to use it just yet. She would have to play the game with him, rather than making him play the game for her. Unwilling to let him take complete control, she stood up and unclasped her robe in much the same manner as he had, letting it fall to the floor. Before Ron could say anything, she had also pulled off her sweater, and now had one hand at the top button of her shirt.
“Well, I suppose I was a bit hard on you,” she said, feigning shame and swaying slightly on the spot, “But the same rules apply. You can’t come any closer until I say so, alright?”
Ron nodded, clearly not wanting to upset the game any further for now. Hermione smiled, bent her left leg back and slid off her slipper. She did the same with the right slipper. Holding both of them in one hand she started unbuttoning her shirt, slowly revealing the bright crimson brassier she was wearing underneath. This was part of a set she had been saving for a special occasion, and she saw Ron’s eyes widen as he caught sight of it. His reaction made her feel powerful. Even though he could easily cross the room and throw her over his shoulder if he wanted to, he wanted her too much to dare risk it. This slow torture aroused both of them, and Hermione was not about to rush anything. She unbuttoned the last button and let her shirt fall to the floor. Ron was breathing heavily, and Hermione noticed that he was almost fully erect.
Looking suddenly both triumphant and slightly delirious, Ron started walking towards her cockily, but Hermione had anticipated it. She snatched her wand off the stack of towels with lightning speed and whipped it towards Ron. Long strips of black cloth extended from the floor and suspended themselves around Ron’s wrists, keeping him in place. He looked at her with an expression of mild alarm and confusion.
“Hermione, what’re you…” he started, but Hermione cut him off.
“Oh Ronald, you broke the rules again. I made it so clear. Now I can’t trust you, can I? I guess I’ll really have to take charge now,” she said, smirking. Ron realized that she had not restrained him in order to end the encounter, and seemed to relax. He smiled at her.
“It does seem like I’m at your mercy now,” he said, trying to sound defeated. However, he only managed to sound excited. Hermione’s smile widened. She turned around for effect, and pulled down her skirt. As it fell, exposing her matching crimson panties, she heard Ron’s breathing becoming more rapid. She looked over her shoulder, looking disinterested.
“Oh, I’ve never showed you this set, have I?” she asked, though she knew the answer very well. She saw that Ron was trying to struggle against his restraints. She turned to face him.
“You’re pure evil, you are,” Ron said, and Hermione could not help but laugh. Ron was jesting, but she could not pretend that she did not enjoy having this power over him. She walked towards him, stopping only inches from his body.
“I’m not so bad, Ron. I can be quite… kind,” she said, running a finger from his throat, down across his torso, before stopping at the edge of his briefs. Ron shook, and Hermione flattened her hand against his stomach. “Do you want me to be kind to you?” she asked, and Ron nodded curtly, trying to maintain some dignity. Hermione smiled and turned his back on him.
“Well, why didn’t you just say so, Ron?” she asked rhetorically, procuring a towel from the stack and placing it on the floor in front of Ron, “All you ever had to do was ask.”
Ron was once again pulling against his restraints, smiling wildly. Hermione knew that he was enjoying this as well, even if it felt like torture. She lifted one hand behind her back and loosened her brassier. She turned her head down as it fell to the floor, and then lifted it again to catch Ron’s gaze. His face was red and his gaze was ravenous. She walked up to him and embraced him, making sure to press her body as close to his as possible. She could feel the heat of his breath on her head and his body shaking slightly. She had him in her power.
She let go, and in one deft movement slid off his briefs, revealing his engorged member. She grabbed hold with one hand and stared directly into Ron’s eyes.
“Compliment me, Ron,” she said. Ron seemed confused at first, then stammered out “You’re amazing, Hermione.”
Hermione pouted to convey dissatisfaction. “Oh Ron, that’s so very vague. Isn’t there anything more specific you could say about me?” she pleaded, but she began slowly stroking his member anyway, hoping to encourage more words of praise from him.
“You’re the most beautiful witch in the world, Hermione!” Ron panted, and Hermione smiled at him. Now they were getting somewhere. She tightened her grip slightly, and began stroking faster.
“You’re the smartest, kindest person I’ve ever met,” Ron panted again, shaking even more with Hermione’s strokes. She had held his member countless times, and knew exactly the pressure and speed that he enjoyed most. She was slowly working towards it.
“Oh, you’re so sweet, Ron. But I think you can get even more specific than that,” she whispered teasingly into his ear.
“There’s no one like you. No one can even compare!” Ron shouted the words, and Hermione could not help but smile. It was at times like this that she felt that she could not be trusted with power. She simply enjoyed it too much. She got down on her knees on the towel, and started rubbing the tip against her breasts in turn. She felt them harden at the touch.
“Oh Ron, you’re making me blush,” she deadpanned, staring straight at him with mischievousness painted on her face. She would have to be careful not to overexcite him.
“You’re the naughtiest bird in the world! Absolutely filthy!”
Ron seemed suddenly shocked that he had said this, and so was Hermione. Ron had never spoken to her in such a crass manner before. But Hermione felt a rush as she processed the words. Ron had called her beautiful, kind and intelligent more times than she cared to count. But he had never complimented her sexual nature in this manner. A rush of pride swept through her. In an instant, she replaced the firm yet gentle stroking with a more violent one. Though she was wary of breaking her façade of authority, she could not help but stare directly at Ron’s face, eager for another such compliment. She began gathering saliva in her mouth for what was to come next.
“You handle a cock like no one else. You’re an absolute pro!”
Hermione blushed bright crimson, and wrapped her lips around Ron’s member, both to hide her reaction and to spur Ron on further. The saliva she had gathered allowed her to slide far along his length without any friction. He groaned loudly, and the sound was amplified by the tiled interior of the bathroom. Hermione could not help but reach a hand down and caress herself.
“Every time I see you I want to push you against the wall, rip off your clothes and take you right there. That’s the effect you have on me.”
Hermione had heard enough. She slid Ron’s member out of her mouth, and got to her feet. Leaving Ron agog, she picked up a chalice from one of the window sills, walked over to the edge of the bathtub and turned the opal tap. As a stream of the thick substance began to flow, Hermione held the chalice underneath until it was full to the brim. She turned off the tap, turned around, and placed the chalice in the tiled floor. Ron finally seemed to realize that she was not about to call the evening off, and seemed to relax. She passed over to him in two quick steps, grabbed his member with her right hand, pulled his head towards hers with her left, and kissed him deeply. Ron was a disciplined and tasteful kisser, but his tongue betrayed his desire and hunger. She pulled away and smiled at him.
“I’m going to release you now, Ron, but I want to make it very clear that I am still in charge. You are going to make love to me the way we normally do. When I say so, you may dip your finger in the chalice, and slowly put it me... there. Then, when I say I’m ready, we can make love that way. Am I understood?”
Her tone of voice had been equal parts authority and playfulness. She wanted Ron to have the night of his life, but she had to make sure that he understood that it was on her terms.
“Completely,” he said, smiling, “we’ll do this as slowly as you need. You give the commands, and I’ll follow.”
Hermione smiled wide. She flicked her wand, and the constraints around Ron’s extremities dissolved into thin air. Hermione spread a towel across the floor, and with a flick of her wand inflated it to the thickness of a mattress, more than wide enough for two people. Ron turned towards her and pulled her into a kiss, running both of his hands over her body. His hands slid down the sides of her torso, and before Hermione realised it, her panties had slid onto the floor. They lay down together, and in her eagerness Hermione practically pulled him into her. Their foreplay had aroused her more than sufficiently, and she could not wait a moment longer.
Having Ron on top of her and inside her was bliss. The feeling of his sculpted torso against her breasts, his deep, slow, meticulous thrusts, his warm breath by her ear and along her neck – all of it made her shudder. Having been lovers for two years, they had turned it into an art, equal parts precision and intuition. Ron knew exactly how to move his pelvis against hers, and it wasn’t long before Hermione felt ready to take the next step.
“Ron, I want to be on top of you.”
Ron obeyed instantly. He pulled out of her, allowing her to get up, then he lay down on his back as she crawled on top of him, pushing her body down on his. Hermione had come to particularly adore straddling Ron. She placed both of her hands on his stomach, sat bolt upright, and started rolling her hips. Ron threw his head back and groaned deeply. Hermione knew to be careful in this position, as she had previously found it to be one of the few weaknesses in Ron’s otherwise formidable stamina. Were she to continue for too long, or move her hips too vigorously, he would not be able to withstand. After a few minutes of slow rolling, making sure to keep Ron pleasured but not overexcited, she held his head with both hands as whispered in his ear.
“Use lots of it, alright? And just slide your finger around the entrance to begin with.”
Ron understood. Hermione pressed her torso against his, and she could not help but close her eyes as she awaited his touch between her buttocks. She had only put her own finger inside her backside once before, and she was still not completely accustomed to the feeling. She wanted to feel comfortable with two before she would allow Ron to make love to her backside.
Suddenly she felt it. Ron was tracing slow, methodical circles around her back entrance. Hermione kept her eyes closed, but could not help but tense her body. Ron kissed her neck reassuringly as the circles got smaller, until finally he was stimulating the entrance itself. He had indeed taken a generous amount of the lubricant on his finger, and as he caressed her, Hermione relaxed a bit more. It was not unlike when she had done it herself, and as she remembered how the stimulation had heightened during self-pleasure with the introduction of a finger, she finally relaxed completely.
“Put it in very gently,” she whispered to her lover.
As Ron slid his index finger into her backside, Hermione let out a small gasp. She could feel that he had only introduced an inch of his finger, and yet she already felt as if the whole experience of their lovemaking was changing. It was as if she could suddenly feel the full length of him in her womanhood, more so than she had been able to before. Every little movement seemed amplified. She was eager to feel even more.
“Go further, but slowly,” she said.
Ron obeyed, and an ecstatic moan escaped Hermione as Ron introduced the full length of his index finger into her. As Ron started moving his finger ever so slightly inside her, Hermione found her hips moving almost by themselves. She kissed Ron deeply. She could not quite believe that she had allowed him to enter her backside like this, but the pleasure was so immense that she could not wait to feel the full length of him inside her like this. After a few minutes of Ron’s tender exploration, Hermione felt ready to take yet another step.
“Put another one in, but be really careful, Ronald. Do it very slowly.”
She closed her eyes, and though the introduction of another finger was not unpleasant, she did feel as though it was an incredibly tight fit. She found herself having to take a few deep breaths.
“Are you alright? Shall we stop?” Ron asked her. Hermione shook her head, though she was glad that Ron had been prepared to cut his fantasy short for concern for her. She would see this through to the end. According to Ginny, this was the point where she had to give it a few minutes as she adjusted and her backside relaxed and expanded.
“It feels good, just keep sliding them in and out for a bit. We’re getting there, Ron.”
Ron smiled at her, and as he slid the two fingers in and out of her he also found time to meet the swaying of her hips with that of his own. Hermione could not help but cry out in pleasure. As she got used to the second finger she could truly appreciate how it increased the stimulation she felt. She bent her head down and panted Ron’s name repeatedly. She knew that this was a particular turn on for him, but she could not help herself. She was feeling him more than she ever had before, and time almost seemed to stop. When she opened her eyes again, she knew that she was ready to take him completely.
“I’m ready, Ron,” was all she said. He nodded and pulled his fingers out of her backside. Hermione lifted herself off of his member, and laid down flat on the towel with her legs spread slightly. She was expecting Ron to pounce on her, but to her great surprise she first felt him kiss her from the back of her neck and down across her back. She heard him lather up his member in the lubricant, and then felt him crawl up upon her, a leg on each side of hers.
“If this starts hurting, you tell me and I’ll pull out, alright?” Ron said, and Hermione once again felt blessed for having such a compassionate lover. She felt him align his tip with her back entrance, and then, slowly and tenderly, he slid it inside her. She let out a long, almost inaudible sigh as she felt his thickness and length fill her up. It was even more intense than the two fingers, but thanks to their patient warm up she was prepared for it. She felt no pain, but rather an extreme stimulus. She could not contain herself at all.
“Oh yes! Ronald! Keep going, it feels amazing!” she all but screamed. She turned her head enough to see that Ron was smiling at her. By her estimation, two thirds of his manhood was inside her now.
“Glad you’re enjoying yourself. I’m going to push it all the way in, tell me if I have to stop.”
Hermione felt the rest of his length sliding easily into her, and she let out yet another long trill. This was pleasure as she had never felt before. When Ron had pushed himself all the way into her, he slid his member back out slightly, and then back in yet again. Hermione accompanied each movement with an ecstatic moan. She even started pushing herself against his pelvis, eager to feel all of him. Emboldened by the positive response he was getting, Ron increased the speed of his thrusting. Hermione screamed as she had never done before, a euphoric cry that reverberated throughout the bathroom.
“I’m almost there, Ron. Keep going!”
About to reach her plateau, she pushed her right hand under her pelvis and started caressing herself.
Within seconds, pure bliss swept over her, and her body tensed up. Just as it did, she heard Ron groan deeply, and she felt a new warmth spreading inside her. Slowly, he lay down on top of her, and they both panted heavily. When she had finally regained her composure, Hermione turned her head to kiss Ron. He turned his head, and their lips met.
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