hp_may_madness

Title: Essay
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Word Count: 1034 words
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: #12 - Role play
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.

“Have you noticed something different about Harry?” Hermione asked suddenly as she and Ron were working on their essays in the library, which was mostly empty thanks to a certain Quidditch match between Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, which surprisingly the Hufflepuffs won. Ron wanted to join the parties as well, but Hermione forbade him as he’d ignored two essays for far too long.

“No,” he grumbled, still haven’t forgiven her for making her for forcing him.

“How long are you planning on staying angry?” He replied by mumbling something incoherent. Tired of his behaviour she was unable to hold back her anger. “You know what, if you’re going to act like a big baby every time I make you do something you could have taken care of several weeks ago then I don’t know how this relationship will last. I don’t want to be difficult, but you don’t give me a choice.”

“Yes, Professor,” he replied in a bored tone. His words stung, far more than she imagined they would. Her eyes stung as she tried to think of a reply, unfortunately her mind stopped working as she questioned why she even liked him.

He might be daft, but for once he understood fairly early what wrong he said. “I’m sorry,” he called after her just as she walked deeper into the library. Her plan was to be alone, to think about what kind of future she might have with Ron.

She was surprised to hear his footsteps behind her, as he rarely enjoyed confronting situations he found difficult.

“Hermione,” he called, and even if she wanted to get away from him she found herself unable to move. “I’m sorry I said that, I realise now it was wrong. You’re not a Professor, not even close. I mean, every Professor I’ve ever had are either old or ugly, and you’re neither.”

Hermione wasn’t able to stop giggling, knowing that although he said something funny it wasn’t his intention. “There are young and pretty professors as well, you know.”

“If there are I’m sure they’re not as nice as you.” He moved closer and ran his hands around her waist. “To be honest, I wouldn’t mind having you as my Professor. Of course, that would mean I would have difficulties concentrating, and then you would have to punish me because I didn’t do my homework.” Again she giggled as she whipped away the few tears which managed to escape her eyes.

“Can you please listen to me the next time we get a large assignment? I don’t want us to have another fight then because you keep postponing it.”

“I promise I’ll listen to you from now on.” He leaned close and placed a sweet kiss on her neck. “You know, I sort of like the idea of having you as my professor. Having you punish me when I haven’t obeyed makes me hard.”

A tingling feeling passed through Hermione as he continued to kiss her neck. “It is an exciting thought,” she confessed, wondering how it was to be in charge of a situation like that.

“Mmmm, I wish we were lonely, so we could try it out.”

Hermione’s mind stopped working as he kept kissing her, turning her legs into jelly at the same time, but somehow she recalled that almost all students were off celebrating. “Is there something special you would want me to do, if we had the chance, I mean.”

“Anything, really. Having you in a powerful position is a great turn-on.” She liked being in control, but never imagined it would be during sex. However, the thought of pretending to be something she wasn’t, something she already knew Ron enjoyed.

The first step was the hardest, but Hermione was determined to give it a try. “Mr Weasley, did you finish your essay?”

Ron stopped, giving her the opportunity to turn around and face him. “Are you for real?” She wasn’t able to speak before he pulled her in for a deep kiss, making her forget everything.

Wanting to stick to her plan as long as possible she pushed him away, almost regretting it as soon as the kiss ended. “I asked you a simple question.”

“No, Professor, I haven’t.”

“And what is your excuse?”

“The Dragon ate it?” he said, rather stupidly.

“Oh, is that right?” Hermione knew he needed punishment, but as she’d never punished someone, not sexually at least, she was short of ideas. “Do you think it’s acceptable?”

“No, Professor.”

“And what do you suggest we do about your failed assignment?” Ron was hard, and he could barely keep his hands to himself, but somehow he managed to stay strong. “There are many options, but I think that the best for you is to take an oral exam.” It was maybe not the right kind of punishment, but as she spoke the plan formed in her mind, a plan which would give her pleasure.

Pulling him further into the library, where she would hear if anyone headed their way, where they could hide if needed. “Get down on your knees.” Ron smiled, then did as she instructed. “I will only pass you if you successfully please me with your performance.

Ron did please her. Carefully he pulled down her underwear, and with an eager tongue he pleased her. It was as amazing as the first time, if not better. It didn’t take long before she came, not as she whispered directions to him. His tongue darted across her clitoris, playing with it before moving further down, burying his face between her legs, sucking slightly at the flesh, kissing it, and the inside of her thighs, as well as lightly biting her thighs from time to time. He was amazing, making Hermione wonder where he’d learned it all.

Her orgasm was intense, she wanted to scream but stopped herself by biting onto her hand.

“How was that, Professor?” he asked, pulling up her underwear.

“That was remarkable, and worthy of an O.” Ron smiled, looking pleased with himself. “Now I think it’s time for us to continue our essay’s, I’m afraid you won’t like to be punished by the others.”

“I fear I wouldn’t,” Ron said, shuddering slightly.