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Day 25 - Discovery [Hermione/Ron]
Title: Discovery
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Word Count: 1203 words
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: #25 - Frotting
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
“Did you hear?!” Ron shrieked as he almost threw himself down next to her two best friends.
“What?” Hermione asked, never lifting her gaze away from her book.
“Ginny is seen with a Slytherin.” Hermione didn’t bother to close her book, almost as if she knew, but Harry was slightly interested. “Did any of you know she’s dating a Slytherin?” he asked, as if it was the most unheard thing in the world
“I didn’t know, and I’m sure Harry didn’t either.” She looked at Harry, her eyes questioning him.
“I didn’t,” he confessed, quickly turning his eyes towards the fireplace. Ron looked at Harry, wondering for a second if he was telling the whole truth.
“You shouldn’t judge your sister,” Hermione said in a stern voice.
“Are you nuts?! Being with a Slytherin is like the number one mortal sin.” Ron was obliviant to how uncomfortable Harry was, and neither did he notice anything strange when he excused himself. “Where is he going?” Ron asked dumbly, as if Hermione could read his mind.
“Ron, if you love your sister, leave her be. You’re not allowed to tell her who she can or can’t date; she’s old enough to make her own choice.”
“More like mistake if you ask me,” Ron grumbled, knowing Hermione was right, but refusing to accept it.
Hermione didn’t reply, instead she rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her book. As Ron sat next to her he knew he should try and study a little more, but his mind kept going back to Ginny and the Slytherin, and he wondered if the Slytherin cast a spell on her.
“Are you still thinking about them?” Hermione asked an hour later.
“No,” Ron lied, annoyed that she knew him as well.
“I don’t care if you accept it or not, but you better not say or do something which will anger or sadden her, she’s had enough problems with relationships as it is.”
“Really? It doesn’t look like that to me.”
Hermione sighed. “Only because she’s had relationships doesn’t mean she’s had good relationships. One was jealous, the other overbearing, and the one she really wanted didn’t notice her.”
“Who’s that?”
He flinched slightly as he noticed her expression, knowing it was due to his question. “Harry, of course. But it looks as if they both have found someone.” Ron couldn’t help his confusion when she said both, as far as he knew Harry was not seeing anyone, and if he was he would have told him.
“Who’s harry seeing?” Ron asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Then how can you be sure he’s seeing anyone?”
“Because of the way he behaves, and how he react when we discuss certain subjects, and all the time he’s missing and refuses to tell us where he’d gone.” Ron thought about the strange things which Harry had done, and knew Hermione was right.
“Let’s hope he has a nice girlfriend,” Ron said jokingly, nervous to find out who Harry might be dating
As they were prefects they had certain duties, which they weren’t able to ignore even if they were occupied studying for their exams. Together they walked through the hall, making sure no students were doing something they weren’t supposed to do. Ron didn’t like his assignment--even if it made him seem more important and brave-- as he didn’t like stopping someone from having fun.
They just rounded a corner when he saw something which both sent ice through his body, as well as making it burn. A Slytherin boy was standing casually leaned up against the wall, staring down at his sister. Ron wanted to pull out his wand and hex the other boy as he let his thumb caress Ginny’s cheek, only to be viciously pulled away before he could do anything.
“Don’t even think about it,” Hermione warned him as she pulled him away from where he’d caught his sister with the slimy git.
Ron wanted to demand she release him, but knew she wouldn’t listen, not until he’d calmed down. It wasn’t before they were at the opposite hall that she stopped, her hand still holding his robes. He stared, hoping his dislike for the situation, as well as what he had seen, would show through.
“She’s old enough to make her own choices-”
“Or mistakes,” he interrupted. She gave him a nasty look, and he knew that he had to behave.
“Would you have liked it if someone said you couldn’t date me?”
“But you’re different, you’re not a Slytherin bastard who probably only want to humiliate her.”
“Being a Slytherin is not a crime, and if you want to be with me you better change, I don’t tolerate rude boyfriends, if I did then I would still be dating Cormac.”
“Thanks, Hermione, good to know that I’m the same as Cormac.” She sighted, then pushed him against the wall and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was nice, but short. However, there was something else that happened which made him want her even more. As she grinded her body against his, she rubbed against his cock, and before he could stop himself his cock was trying to break free.
“I don’t want him, I want you,” Hermione said, before rolling her hips, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. “Do you understand?”
He barely heard the last question, as his blood, as well as his mind, concentrated on the growing cock. “Yes,” he croaked out, gasping as his body reacted to her movements. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, making him forget where they were, and that anyone could see them.
“You have to be quiet, don’t want to attract attention.” It wasn’t easy staying quiet as every muscle in his body ached for release, both sexually and vocally. He wondered if she studied how to make a man mad with passion, as every movement made him go crazy. Hermione wasn’t unaffected either, her breath heavy as she pressed her body against his, her arms shaking a few times, her eyes sparkling under heavy eyelids.
“Shhhh,” she said when his sounds became louder. Ron didn’t know what he could do to stay silent, until he remembered the last time, and how biting into something helped. His fingers searched for something, anything, finding only his wand. Not caring what happened to it he bit into it, hoping it would help him control his sounds.
Ron didn’t know what was happening, how Hermione was able to make him reach his orgasm by simply rubbing up against him, but she did, and before he knew it, he was biting his wand as hard as possible, his hands grabbing her, pulling her so close that every time she moved she was pushing him towards the cliff. He struggled to stand as his orgasm took hold of him, his brain melting for a second as he forgot where they were.
“That was, amazing,” he said. As his eyes focused again he noticed how exhausted she was. “Thank you,” he said and leaned in for a kiss. Using his wand to clean himself, Ron also noticed the bitemarks, grinning stupidly as he knew they would never disappear.
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Word Count: 1203 words
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: #25 - Frotting
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
“Did you hear?!” Ron shrieked as he almost threw himself down next to her two best friends.
“What?” Hermione asked, never lifting her gaze away from her book.
“Ginny is seen with a Slytherin.” Hermione didn’t bother to close her book, almost as if she knew, but Harry was slightly interested. “Did any of you know she’s dating a Slytherin?” he asked, as if it was the most unheard thing in the world
“I didn’t know, and I’m sure Harry didn’t either.” She looked at Harry, her eyes questioning him.
“I didn’t,” he confessed, quickly turning his eyes towards the fireplace. Ron looked at Harry, wondering for a second if he was telling the whole truth.
“You shouldn’t judge your sister,” Hermione said in a stern voice.
“Are you nuts?! Being with a Slytherin is like the number one mortal sin.” Ron was obliviant to how uncomfortable Harry was, and neither did he notice anything strange when he excused himself. “Where is he going?” Ron asked dumbly, as if Hermione could read his mind.
“Ron, if you love your sister, leave her be. You’re not allowed to tell her who she can or can’t date; she’s old enough to make her own choice.”
“More like mistake if you ask me,” Ron grumbled, knowing Hermione was right, but refusing to accept it.
Hermione didn’t reply, instead she rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her book. As Ron sat next to her he knew he should try and study a little more, but his mind kept going back to Ginny and the Slytherin, and he wondered if the Slytherin cast a spell on her.
“Are you still thinking about them?” Hermione asked an hour later.
“No,” Ron lied, annoyed that she knew him as well.
“I don’t care if you accept it or not, but you better not say or do something which will anger or sadden her, she’s had enough problems with relationships as it is.”
“Really? It doesn’t look like that to me.”
Hermione sighed. “Only because she’s had relationships doesn’t mean she’s had good relationships. One was jealous, the other overbearing, and the one she really wanted didn’t notice her.”
“Who’s that?”
He flinched slightly as he noticed her expression, knowing it was due to his question. “Harry, of course. But it looks as if they both have found someone.” Ron couldn’t help his confusion when she said both, as far as he knew Harry was not seeing anyone, and if he was he would have told him.
“Who’s harry seeing?” Ron asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Then how can you be sure he’s seeing anyone?”
“Because of the way he behaves, and how he react when we discuss certain subjects, and all the time he’s missing and refuses to tell us where he’d gone.” Ron thought about the strange things which Harry had done, and knew Hermione was right.
“Let’s hope he has a nice girlfriend,” Ron said jokingly, nervous to find out who Harry might be dating
As they were prefects they had certain duties, which they weren’t able to ignore even if they were occupied studying for their exams. Together they walked through the hall, making sure no students were doing something they weren’t supposed to do. Ron didn’t like his assignment--even if it made him seem more important and brave-- as he didn’t like stopping someone from having fun.
They just rounded a corner when he saw something which both sent ice through his body, as well as making it burn. A Slytherin boy was standing casually leaned up against the wall, staring down at his sister. Ron wanted to pull out his wand and hex the other boy as he let his thumb caress Ginny’s cheek, only to be viciously pulled away before he could do anything.
“Don’t even think about it,” Hermione warned him as she pulled him away from where he’d caught his sister with the slimy git.
Ron wanted to demand she release him, but knew she wouldn’t listen, not until he’d calmed down. It wasn’t before they were at the opposite hall that she stopped, her hand still holding his robes. He stared, hoping his dislike for the situation, as well as what he had seen, would show through.
“She’s old enough to make her own choices-”
“Or mistakes,” he interrupted. She gave him a nasty look, and he knew that he had to behave.
“Would you have liked it if someone said you couldn’t date me?”
“But you’re different, you’re not a Slytherin bastard who probably only want to humiliate her.”
“Being a Slytherin is not a crime, and if you want to be with me you better change, I don’t tolerate rude boyfriends, if I did then I would still be dating Cormac.”
“Thanks, Hermione, good to know that I’m the same as Cormac.” She sighted, then pushed him against the wall and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was nice, but short. However, there was something else that happened which made him want her even more. As she grinded her body against his, she rubbed against his cock, and before he could stop himself his cock was trying to break free.
“I don’t want him, I want you,” Hermione said, before rolling her hips, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. “Do you understand?”
He barely heard the last question, as his blood, as well as his mind, concentrated on the growing cock. “Yes,” he croaked out, gasping as his body reacted to her movements. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, making him forget where they were, and that anyone could see them.
“You have to be quiet, don’t want to attract attention.” It wasn’t easy staying quiet as every muscle in his body ached for release, both sexually and vocally. He wondered if she studied how to make a man mad with passion, as every movement made him go crazy. Hermione wasn’t unaffected either, her breath heavy as she pressed her body against his, her arms shaking a few times, her eyes sparkling under heavy eyelids.
“Shhhh,” she said when his sounds became louder. Ron didn’t know what he could do to stay silent, until he remembered the last time, and how biting into something helped. His fingers searched for something, anything, finding only his wand. Not caring what happened to it he bit into it, hoping it would help him control his sounds.
Ron didn’t know what was happening, how Hermione was able to make him reach his orgasm by simply rubbing up against him, but she did, and before he knew it, he was biting his wand as hard as possible, his hands grabbing her, pulling her so close that every time she moved she was pushing him towards the cliff. He struggled to stand as his orgasm took hold of him, his brain melting for a second as he forgot where they were.
“That was, amazing,” he said. As his eyes focused again he noticed how exhausted she was. “Thank you,” he said and leaned in for a kiss. Using his wand to clean himself, Ron also noticed the bitemarks, grinning stupidly as he knew they would never disappear.