Day 6 - Taste [Hermione/Ron]

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Title: Taste
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Word Count: 1818 words
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Day 6: First time
Author's Notes: A little late, but I wasn't able to finish it because I remembered I had another thing that was due the same day. Unbetaed.
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.


Ron barely noticed that Harry was gone as he was occupied trying to finish his Herbology homework. By the time his best friend returned it was already late. “Where were you?” Ron asked, ignoring his schoolwork. “I thought we were supposed to finish Herbology today.”

“I’m sorry mate, I forgot. I’m really tired, so I think it would be best if we waited until tomorrow.” Harry then turned away from Ron and walked towards the bedroom. Ron was bad at noticing things, he knew that, but as he watched Harry walk he couldn’t help to observe his strange walk, as if he was hurting.

“Are you okay? It looks as if you hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine, fell on my way here, Peeves set out a trap.”

“That’s so like him,” Ron stated, unaware that his best friend had just lied to him. Harry then mumbled something before he continued up to their bedroom. Ron was about to follow him, when Hermione entered the common room, only to return to her room as soon as she saw him. She had ignored him the whole day, probably embarrassed by what happened between them the previous night.

Ron would have tried to stop her if it wasn’t because he was too tired to bother after spending hours trying to write an essay on the use of a plant he couldn’t care about. Deciding to take care of their issues the next day he went to bed.

The next morning when they met she kept ignoring him, looking away whenever he spoke, then excusing herself. Ron was growing tired of her behaviour, and decided to be the man he always wanted to be and confront her.

After classes were over he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her away from their friends, refusing to release her. To his surprise she didn’t protest, which was really worrying him. Eventually he found a small empty group room and pulled her in, closing the door behind them.

“Look, I know I’m not the most sensitive bloke, and that I can be quite daft sometimes, but you’re my girlfriend, and I don’t want you to hate me. I understand if you dislike me after what happened, but if you’re planning to dump me I would much rather know now than later.” He waited, expecting her to confirm his fears, but instead she surprised him in return.

“I don’t hate you, or what happened yesterday.”

“Then why are you avoiding me? I know that I might have crossed a line, and I’m sorry.”

She wrapped her arms around her waist, looking uncomfortable. “No, I’m sorry for treating you like this, it’s just that...” Her eyes dropped, and again she was avoiding him.

“”What?”

“I quite enjoyed what we did, and that discovery surprised me, because I never thought I could have done something like it so early in a relationship.” Ron had imagined several scenarios, but never hearing her admit she enjoyed what they did.

“Oh,” he said, unable to not sound surprised. “Then you’re not thinking of dumping me?” he asked rather stupidly.

Hermione laughed, sending a happy tingle through his body –he loved it when she laughed. “No, silly.”

He pulled her in for a kiss, barely able to do it properly as he was still smiling. Finally having her in his arms again he didn’t want to let her go, and he didn’t. The kiss deepened as the seconds passed, leaving both breathless. “Oh, Hermione,” he groaned against her lips, kissing his way down her neck.

“Nnngh,” she replied, her eyes closed as her hands caressed his scalp. Ron barely knew how to react to the situation, not that he believed he could decide what to do next. Everything he did felt so natural, and as she didn’t stop him he continued.

One of his hands found her breast, the first breast he’d ever tasted, and since she didn’t say anything he massaged it, his body burning up like during their anniversary. Before he could stop himself his hands were caressing every part of her body which he could reach, kissing every piece of skin he came in contact with. His fingers fumbled at her buttons, unbuttoning her shirt, revealing even more skin he could kiss.

“Is this okay?” he asked, wanting to be sure she wouldn’t hate him because of what he was about to do. She nodded, her mouth slightly open, her lips red, a faint blush on her cheeks.

Not wasting more time he returned to the soft flesh, kissing, biting slightly, groaning whenever a sound escaped her. Slowly he pushed the bra down, revealing the pink nipple. He was barely a man, and had never been in any similar situation before, so each move was purely instinct; luckily she seemed to like it.

After kissing, licking and biting lightly each nipple, Ron moved down her body, his hands caressing her thighs, slowly moving up her skirt. He wanted to continue, but her reaction over the last few days reminded him he should make sure she wanted it to happen. “Okay?” he asked again, not sure what to say.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice was hoarse as his.

With her approval he continued, caressing her outer thighs first, slowly moving towards the warmth between her legs. A smell reached him, making his head feel lighter with desire. When he first touched her underwear his heart did a backflip, and as his fingers touched the wet spot he struggled to breathe. She wasn’t unaffected by the soft touch either, gasping before rolling her hips. Wanting to see her as well as touch and smell, Ron lifted her skirt, revealing pink and wet underwear. More blood rushed to his cock, which could be bad since he was already rock hard.

He didn’t fully know what to do, as he’d never done anything remotely similar. Remembering something the twins told him the year before he decided to give it a go; but first he needed to explore her. He ran the tip of his finger down the wet centre, loving the way she reacted. He did it a few more times before he was eager to see how she looked. Hooking his finger against the edge of her underwear he pulled it aside, revealing one of the most amazing and erotic body part of his life. With his other hand he touched it lightly, surprised at how easy it glided. He wasn’t sure what to do, but everything he did seemed to be working for Hermione, so he didn’t stop. Carefully he pushed a finger inside, the soft, wet and hot flesh making him eager for more. Slowly he did the next thing that felt natural; he moved his finger, pulling out before going back in.

Hermione didn’t hide her excitement, moaning and rolling her hips, making him crazier about her. He noticed, as he was fingering her, that the wetness increased, which could only mean good things as something similar happened to him when he wanked.

He loved feeling her, but there was something else he wanted to do even more, something which he feared she wouldn’t like. While his finger was still inside her he leaned forward and licked her, enjoying the flavour, loving the wetness, wanting to taste even more. His single lick was all it took to make her scream, her body trembling as she grabbed his hair, but not in a bad way. Seeing her struggles to stand Ron pulled away, smiling slightly as he noticed the disappointed look on her face. Taking her hand he guided her to one of the desks, waiting until she sat on it.

Getting down on his knees he lifted her skirt, grabbed a hold of her underwear and pulled them down, revealing her as if she was a gift. He didn’t waste time before pressing his mouth against her, his tongue licking its way up and down until she wasn’t able to stay silent. Her hand fisted his hair, occasionally guiding it to the sides, or closer. At first she let him do as he wished, but as time passed she took over, guiding his every move, telling him just what she liked. He obeyed every request, loving to hear her speak as well as moan and gasp.

He knew there was a chance of her receiving an orgasm, but that didn’t mean he expected it. She became silent for a second before sweet orgasmic sounds filled the room. He was still between her legs, still teasing her as the wetness increased. His cock was painfully hard, but he ignored it, wanting to give Hermione all of his attention first, stopping as she was calming down.

“That was, amazing,” she said, slightly out of breath. Ron wiped his face and kissed her cheek. He didn’t know how to reply to her praise, so he said nothing. “But what about your problem?” she asked, staring at the large bulge in his trousers.

Ron wanted of course to be sucked, but because he didn’t want to push her he said something he knew he would regret. “Don’t worry about me.” A brief second he believed she would accept his answer, but then she moved closer. “Really Hermione, don’t feel like you have to.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, and while I would like to repay you in the same way, I think I should wait a little before trying it.” Ron’s feelings went from hopeful to slightly disappointed, but as she often told him, he had to look at the good side. “That, of course, doesn’t mean I won’t try something else.”

She then surprised him but unbuttoning his trousers, and pushed her hand down until she found his cock. Ron groaned as Hermione blew his mind. Each movement she made excited him, and before he knew it he was close. “Hermione,” he groaned as he grabbed the desk for support. She smiled as she kept pumping him, doing everything in her power to make him come.

It wouldn’t take much effort as barely three minutes after she tried his body shook and he came. His knees turned into a mush as the best orgasm he’d had in a while He held onto whatever he could find, Hermione and the desk, and as they supported him he came all over the place.

It took him a little to recover, somehow wanting a large breakfast.

“Maybe we should head back, before anyone might worry about us.” Ron couldn’t agree more, using the remaining energy he had to dress himself.

“I really love you, Hermione,” he said, leaning over to kiss her.

“I love you as well.“ She returned his kiss, her lips soft and warm. Once they were both ready they left the room, having decided that if anyone asked they would say they were discussing their future, which wasn’t a complete lie..