Day 18 - Golden [Hermione/Ron]
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hp_may_madnessTitle: Golden
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Word Count: 849 words
Rating: R
Challenge: #18 – Wax play
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
“Hermione,” Ron whispered as he sat next to his girlfriend in the library.
“What?” She didn’t bother looking away from her book, her focus on one thing only, the exams which were soon upon them.
“I came across a book, with a spell.”
“Well, that’s what you’re supposed to do in charms,” she said, slightly irritated. Hermione didn’t hate him, but when they were supposed to study for their exams, she wished he’d listen to her.
“But I couldn’t understand why anyone would need this spell.” He handed her the book, not even asking her if she wanted to help him. Sighting, she grabbed the book and read through the page, trying to find whatever he couldn’t understand.
“Which one is it?” she asked, wanting to return to her own studies.
“That one,” he said and pointed at one of the spells closer to the bottom. Hermione read through the description quickly, knowing at once what the spell could be used for.
“I know of one use,” she said, hoping the blush wasn’t as bad as she felt. Ron didn’t speak, instead he stared at her, trying to figure out what it was. “Some people enjoy doing things to each other during sex, things which are considered to be slightly more kinky. Dropping hot wax on the skin is one of them.” He looked far paler than she imagined he would have when he understood just what she meant.
“People like to be burned?”
“No, not exactly. You see, the wax won’t be so hot that it will burn your skin. It’s like spanking, or biting, it might hurt for a second, but because it’s a sexual moment it will be enjoyable.” His pale cheeks turned pink, and while it looked as if he wanted to say something, he instead returned to his books and continued with his studying.
An hour later they decided to take a well deserved break. “I’m so proud of you,” Hermione admitted as she held his hand.
“You better be, as once this is over I’ll be dead.”
“Stop being so dramatic, you’ll be fine.” They kissed before continuing on their stroll, stopping as they saw Harry returning from wherever he spent the night. “Harry, you look awful, have you slept at all?” He smiled, shook his head and bid them goodnight. “Something strange is going on,” Hermione whispered to Ron, who agreed. “I just hope he studies, I’d hate for him to fail.”
The plan was to take a short walk, but the further away they got, the harder it was for either to turn around, and when they began kissing, neither one could end it. “I’m so lucky,” Ron said as Hermione broke the kiss in order to climb on top of him.
“Yes you are,” she replied, smiling cunningly. “I have something I want to try out, if you don’t mind.”
“That depends on what it is.”
“Well, it’s a spell you discovered earlier today.” Ron’s eyes grew larger as he realised what kind of spell she was talking about. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want, I just thought we could try it.”
“I guess we could try.” Her smile softened.
She unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest, wondering where to let the first drops of hot wax fall. She held her wand above his skin, and as she whispered the spell, golden drops fell through the air and landed on his skin. Ron hissed as the first drops hit him, his eyes concentrating on the wax which quickly hardened. More drops poured out of her wand, landing different locations of on his chest. His back arched beneath him as he made sounds of both discomfort and excitement. Seeing him react in such a way made her want to take him right there, but decided to wait with that until they had more privacy.
As the drops fell she began to play with the wax, running it in a pattern, up, down, side to side, carefully drawing the outline of a snitch. She didn’t care much about Quidditch, but he did, and she loved him.
When the snitch was done she ended the charm and stared at her handiwork, hoping he had as much fun as she did, and appreciated the snitch. “How was that?” she asked.
“It was amazing, never thought wax would be this much fun.” They laughed and kissed before he admired her drawing. “And that’s pretty awesome.”
“I’m pleased you approve of my inadequate drawing skills.”
“That doesn’t matter, you’re so sexy that I don’t care if the snitch looked like Dobby.”
“Good to know.” Carefully she poked at the dry wax, wondering if it would hurt to remove it. “Maybe next time you can try the spell,” she said, curious to know how he it felt like.
“If I wasn’t afraid of getting caught I’d take you right here, right now,” he admitted and pulled her into a deep kiss.
They knew they couldn’t continue for long, as they had a lot to study, but spent a few more minutes snogging and cuddling.
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Word Count: 849 words
Rating: R
Challenge: #18 – Wax play
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
“Hermione,” Ron whispered as he sat next to his girlfriend in the library.
“What?” She didn’t bother looking away from her book, her focus on one thing only, the exams which were soon upon them.
“I came across a book, with a spell.”
“Well, that’s what you’re supposed to do in charms,” she said, slightly irritated. Hermione didn’t hate him, but when they were supposed to study for their exams, she wished he’d listen to her.
“But I couldn’t understand why anyone would need this spell.” He handed her the book, not even asking her if she wanted to help him. Sighting, she grabbed the book and read through the page, trying to find whatever he couldn’t understand.
“Which one is it?” she asked, wanting to return to her own studies.
“That one,” he said and pointed at one of the spells closer to the bottom. Hermione read through the description quickly, knowing at once what the spell could be used for.
“I know of one use,” she said, hoping the blush wasn’t as bad as she felt. Ron didn’t speak, instead he stared at her, trying to figure out what it was. “Some people enjoy doing things to each other during sex, things which are considered to be slightly more kinky. Dropping hot wax on the skin is one of them.” He looked far paler than she imagined he would have when he understood just what she meant.
“People like to be burned?”
“No, not exactly. You see, the wax won’t be so hot that it will burn your skin. It’s like spanking, or biting, it might hurt for a second, but because it’s a sexual moment it will be enjoyable.” His pale cheeks turned pink, and while it looked as if he wanted to say something, he instead returned to his books and continued with his studying.
An hour later they decided to take a well deserved break. “I’m so proud of you,” Hermione admitted as she held his hand.
“You better be, as once this is over I’ll be dead.”
“Stop being so dramatic, you’ll be fine.” They kissed before continuing on their stroll, stopping as they saw Harry returning from wherever he spent the night. “Harry, you look awful, have you slept at all?” He smiled, shook his head and bid them goodnight. “Something strange is going on,” Hermione whispered to Ron, who agreed. “I just hope he studies, I’d hate for him to fail.”
The plan was to take a short walk, but the further away they got, the harder it was for either to turn around, and when they began kissing, neither one could end it. “I’m so lucky,” Ron said as Hermione broke the kiss in order to climb on top of him.
“Yes you are,” she replied, smiling cunningly. “I have something I want to try out, if you don’t mind.”
“That depends on what it is.”
“Well, it’s a spell you discovered earlier today.” Ron’s eyes grew larger as he realised what kind of spell she was talking about. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want, I just thought we could try it.”
“I guess we could try.” Her smile softened.
She unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest, wondering where to let the first drops of hot wax fall. She held her wand above his skin, and as she whispered the spell, golden drops fell through the air and landed on his skin. Ron hissed as the first drops hit him, his eyes concentrating on the wax which quickly hardened. More drops poured out of her wand, landing different locations of on his chest. His back arched beneath him as he made sounds of both discomfort and excitement. Seeing him react in such a way made her want to take him right there, but decided to wait with that until they had more privacy.
As the drops fell she began to play with the wax, running it in a pattern, up, down, side to side, carefully drawing the outline of a snitch. She didn’t care much about Quidditch, but he did, and she loved him.
When the snitch was done she ended the charm and stared at her handiwork, hoping he had as much fun as she did, and appreciated the snitch. “How was that?” she asked.
“It was amazing, never thought wax would be this much fun.” They laughed and kissed before he admired her drawing. “And that’s pretty awesome.”
“I’m pleased you approve of my inadequate drawing skills.”
“That doesn’t matter, you’re so sexy that I don’t care if the snitch looked like Dobby.”
“Good to know.” Carefully she poked at the dry wax, wondering if it would hurt to remove it. “Maybe next time you can try the spell,” she said, curious to know how he it felt like.
“If I wasn’t afraid of getting caught I’d take you right here, right now,” he admitted and pulled her into a deep kiss.
They knew they couldn’t continue for long, as they had a lot to study, but spent a few more minutes snogging and cuddling.
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