pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in hp_april_fools, @ 2009-04-09 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009, blowjobs, fic, harry/ron/hermione, nc-17, ron/hermione, threesomes |
April Fools, hpuckle!
Title: Come back
Recipient: hpuckle
Author/Artist: doveypoo
Pairings/Characters: Ron/Hermione with a little side of Harry/Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks:language, blow jobs, threesome, OOC Harry and Hermione, but there is a reason for it!
Word Count: 3652
Summary: Ron wants to apologize to Hermione for the way he has treated her the past few months, but strange things keep happening.
Author/Artist's Notes: My dirty writing debut, I hope it’s not too horrible. I’m already working on the art to give to you after the reveals to make up for the fic ;) Thanks so much to S for the beta, and K and S for the coaching.
Ron was determined. This time it was going to work! She would listen to him and forgive him for being such an insensitive prat. Well at least he hoped she would; his attempts thus far had failed miserably. No, today something felt different. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but something inside of him just knew that today Hermione would forgive him.
He saw her under a tree by the lake sitting cross legged with a massive book in her lap. He couldn’t help but smile. She had obviously attempted to pull her hair back to keep it out of her face while she was reading, but stray curls were flying around her head. He moved slowly toward her. So many things were running through his mind. What would he say? How would he say it? Would she even listen or would she just slap him and run off? Ron took a deep breath and continued walking, finally making it to the tree and standing in front of her.
“Hey,” he said barely above a whisper. Hermione looked up but didn’t answer, she only stared at him. He stared back into her eyes willing her to say something… anything was better than the silence that hung between them. They hadn’t spoken in months, not since he and Lavender got together. Thinking about Lavender brought back that heavy feeling of regret in his gut. Yeah, snogging was great and everything, but was it worth ruining what he had with Hermione? Well he wasn’t exactly sure what he had with her before, but now… well now the only thing between them was a huge ball of tension and misery.
The seconds seemed to pass like hours. Finally, without a word, Hermione closed her book and placed it on the grass beside her. She stood up slowly, never breaking eye contact with Ron. He braced himself for the slap he knew was coming and flinched. A wicked grin spread across her face, but he didn’t have time to figure out what it meant. Before he could get another word out, her lips were pressing against his. Completely stunned, he stood frozen in place for a few seconds. Once he realised what she was doing, he started to kiss her back.
The kiss was hesitant at first. He moved his lips lightly against hers, still not quite sure what was happening and why. How could she go from hating him to kissing him just like that? She had refused to even acknowledge his existence since October, but now here she was kissing him beneath the big rowan tree near the lake. He felt her tongue run lightly across his lips, and he parted them letting her explore his mouth. He did the same and soon their tongues were moving together in a way that made his trousers feel way too tight in the front.
Ron felt Hermione’s hands slide into his hair, grab hold, and tug lightly. He gasped, but he soon recovered and snaked his arms around her waist. Their bodies pressed together, and all rational thought left his mind. He no longer cared why she was doing this and let the wonderful sensation of her pressed against him, kissing him consume his mind. He was starting to feel dizzy with want, almost drunk, and swayed a bit. Kissing Lavender never felt like this.
Driven by pure instinct, he pushed his hardness against her stomach and was rewarded with a quiet moan. He thought this had to be a dream; there was no way it was really happening. His contemplating was interrupted abruptly when he felt her hand reach down and start rubbing him through his trousers. It was his turn to moan now, but it was cut short when she turned him around and shoved him against the tree.
Ron leaned back against the tree and took in the sight before him. Hermione was the hottest thing he had ever seen with her lips slightly swollen from kissing him, hair even more out of control than usual, and the wild eyed expression she wore on her face. A huge grin broke out on his face as he stared at her, and she smiled back at him. Her smile was one of the things he missed most about her during the time they weren’t speaking. He thought his knees would give out just from seeing her smile. As if she could sense this, Hermione moved close to him again and placed her hands on his shoulders to steady him.
She gave him one another quick kiss on the lips before she moved lower down his body. His breath caught in his throat when he realised what she was doing. With her hands on his belt, she looked up at him as if she were asking for permission. He stared back at her wide eyed, unable to wrap his head around what he thought she wanted to do. Oh fuck he wanted her to do it so bad, but they hadn’t even spoken one word to each other. This was moving way too fast, and he mentally kicked himself for caring. His head and his cock were in a battle of wills, and he wasn’t sure which one would win. Before he could declare a winner though, her hand was inside his boxers pulling his very hard cock out and pulling the rest of the clothes down his thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” Ron muttered and tightly grabbed hold of the tree behind him. He felt her hot breath… her mouth was obviously exactly where he hoped it would be. There was no way he could look down at her, just the sight would cause him to explode. With eyes tightly closed and fingernails digging into the bark of the tree, he finally let out the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. That breath was quickly inhaled back in to his lungs in a gasp when he felt her lick the head of his cock. After a bit of teasing with her tongue, she fully engulfed him in her mouth.
Ron had never felt anything so wonderful in his life. He couldn’t help it, he looked down. Watching Hemione suck him off was the single greatest thing he had ever seen. As if they had a mind of their own, his hands moved into her hair and released her curls from the band that was holding them up. He entangled his fingers into the wild mess that fell to her shoulders. He saw that she had one hand on his cock moving in sync with her mouth, and her other hand was between her legs under her skirt.
“Fuck, that’s hot! Make yourself come, too.” Did he just really say that? The words came out of his mouth before they had even formed in his head. Hermione didn’t seem to mind. It was quite the opposite actually. When she heard him, he felt her whimper a little and started moving faster. Ron felt his orgasm getting closer, and soon the need was taking over every part of him. His hips started moving in rhythm with her mouth while his hands were pulling her head towards him. When he felt her start to moan around his cock he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a loud cry that probably echoed over the lake and back to the castle, he exploded in her mouth then collapsed back against the tree, panting.
When he started to come back to his senses, he looked down at her and blushed. Now that the act was over and the sense of urgency gone, Ron felt very ashamed of himself. He pulled his trousers back up and crouched down to put his arms around her.
“I’m sorry Hermione. I don’t know what came over me. Please say something.” She said nothing but hugged him back. After several minutes she started to cry.
“Ron. Please. Please don’t go. I’m so sorry.”
“What are you talking about? What do you mean don’t go? I’m not going anywhere.”
She didn’t answer but let go of him, stood up, then walked back toward the castle. He called her name but she never turned around or answered him. Ron didn’t know what the hell was going on. Hermione was not acting like herself at all and it worried him. Looking back over his shoulder, he noticed that she had disappeared over the hill. He ran to catch up with her but couldn’t find her anywhere.
Ron spent the rest of the day looking for her. She didn’t show up in class or the Great Hall to eat dinner, and he was really starting to worry about her. Frustrated and running out of ideas, he went up to his room to be alone and think. Where could she have gone? Was she up in her room crying because of what they had done earlier? Guilt and worry was spreading through him like wildfire, and it was starting to make him feel sick. The door of his bedroom opened slowly and he heard someone enter.
“Hey Ron, I’m back. Sorry I’ve been gone all day… I had lots of studying to do. I’m not sure if you would notice I was gone, but I hope so.”
He jumped out of bed, ran over to her, and hugged her hard.
“Hermione! Of course I noticed. I’ve been worried sick all day! I’m so sorry about earlier, I just…”
He was cut off with another kiss. This one was more forceful and urgent than the first one they shared earlier in the day. Very confused but relieved at the same time, he kissed her back with the same passion she was showing him. She backed him up to his bed and pushed him down onto it. He moved over to give her room to lie beside him, but instead she crawled on top and straddled him. Wasting no time, she grabbed his tie and pulled his head up to kiss him hard.
After several minutes of intense snogging, she sat up and started unbuttoning her uniform shirt. He watched mesmerised as she slowly popped each button out of the holes then flung the shirt across the room. She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. More than willing to oblige, he rubbed and squeezed them through her bra. Feeling bold, he sat up a bit and started placing kisses all over her chest, then reached behind to unclasp her bra. After several failed attempts, she reached back, unclasped it, and threw it across the room to join her discarded shirt.
At first Ron could do nothing but stare wide eyed. Hermione grabbed his head and pushed it back down to her breasts. Going on pure instinct, he licked and sucked on one nipple while he rubbed and pinched the other. This continued for several minutes, only stopping long enough for him to move his head and do the same to the other. Her hands ran through his hair over and over, finally grabbing it and pulling his head away from her chest. She rolled off onto on her back and smiled up at him. Unable to control himself any longer, he climbed on top of her and kissed her hard. His hips were moving with hers bringing him close to release again. Not wanting it to end yet, he stilled his movements and started kissing down her neck. He moved lower, kissing her breasts again then her stomach. While still kissing and licking her body, he reached down and pulled her skirt up over her hips. She raised up a bit to help him push it all the way up. Grabbing his tie once again, she pulled him back to her face and kissed him while her other hand rubbed up and down on his hardness. He moaned in her mouth and reached down to unfasten and shed the now very constricting trousers and boxers he was wearing.
She helped him pull them all the way off, and he laid back down next to her, completely naked from the waist down. Hermione on the other hand, was still wearing knickers. He put his hand on her thigh and slowly slid it up then underneath the offending garment. Not knowing what the hell he was doing, Ron slowly ran one finger up and down inside her folds. He looked at her face for a sign that he was doing it right. Her eyes were closed and lips slightly parted, and she was breathing in short gasps. He figured that must be a good sign and continued on. Ron was so consumed in what he was doing he barely noticed the sound of someone else walking in the room.
“Oh hey Hermione, back again?” It was Harry. But why did he sound so calm after walking in on his two best mates half naked and fondling each other?
“Hi Harry. I was wondering if you would come back today. I didn’t know if you had more Quidditch practice today or not.” Hermione was talking to him like she wasn’t sitting in his bed bare breasted with Ron’s hand in her knickers. Things just kept getting more confusing by the minute. “Come in and have a seat, I’m sure Ron would like the company.”
“What the bloody hell are you two talking about? Harry can’t you see we’re kind of in the middle of something here?” Ron protested, but Harry seemed not to hear him. Actually, Harry was taking his belt off then kicked off his trousers. Ron jerked up and scooted closer to Hermione who seemed not at all disturbed by these recent events. Harry walked toward them while pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He sat down on Ron’s bed now clad in only his underwear.
Before Ron could even open his mouth to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, Harry was kissing him. Paralyzed by shock, Ron was frozen in place. When Ron felt Hermione’s mouth on his cock, he thought he must be hallucinating. Your best friend kissing you while the girl you fancy sucks you off only happens in those dirty Muggle films Harry told him about. The feeling of someone’s mouth on your sensitive parts definitely helps you to lose your inhibitions, and Ron decided to just go with it. He opened his mouth to let Harry’s tongue in. He might regret it later, but right now everything together just felt so good he hated to stop any of it.
While still kissing him, Harry unbuttoned a few buttons on Ron’s shirt, but left his tie in place. His hands moved across Ron’s chest and started toying with one of his nipples. He gasped in Harry’s mouth when Ron felt Hermione playing with his balls. There were so many wonderful sensations running through his body he couldn’t focus on anything.
Suddenly all those feelings stopped. Harry pushed him down on his back while Hermione pulled off her knickers and crawled back on top of Ron. She pulled her skirt up a little more, then positioned herself so that her most intimate parts were hovering right above his face. Ron grabbed her arse, pulled her down to his mouth, and started moving his tongue around inside her folds. She pressed her body harder against his face and started moving her hips with his tongue. Ron thought he was in heaven. He always figured that he would love doing this to a woman, but he had no idea how much.
She reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair hard. Ron moaned loudly when he felt someone’s mouth engulf his neglected member. After coming to the conclusion that there was no way that it could be Hermione’s, he struggled a bit trying to get away. It was no use. Harry’s hands had Ron’s torso pressed down into the mattress while he sat on his legs to keep him from kicking. Ron finally gave in and decided to go with the flow and deal with the consequences later.
It was amazing having his tongue in Hermione while his cock was in Harry’s mouth. He wondered how Harry got to be so good at this, but decided there were better times to ponder such mysteries. Right now he wanted his mind to remain blissfully blank while his two best friends drove him mad with lust.
Just when Ron was about to climax, Harry pulled away and stood up.
“All right Hermione I’ve got to go. I’m meeting Ginny, and you know how she gets if I’m late. You’ll stay here and take care of Ron?”
“Yeah I’ll stay a little bit longer. I have to get to bed soon,” she said, sounding completely unlike someone who just had their cunt pressed against his face a moment ago. Harry walked out the door and shut it. Not feeling like having any more random people join in, Ron got up and started pulling the curtains of his four- poster closed.
“Ron please come back to me,” Hermione said, sounding almost like she was pleading with him.
“I’m not going anywhere, I told you that!” he answered as he climbed back into bed with her.
“Do you even hear me?”
“Yes I do! Hermione why are you acting so strange? You’re not making any sense.”
No answer. It looked like they weren’t going to get much talking done tonight. Hermione seemed more intent on groping him than having discussions. She climbed back over to him and straddled his hips. Ron reached up and cupped her face then pulled her down for another kiss. While exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue, he felt her grab his cock and move it toward her entrance. She rubbed the head around her folds getting it slick with her juices. Breaking the kiss, she sat up and very slowly lowered herself down onto him.
It seemed to take ages until he was totally sheathed inside of her. A quick look at her face showed him that while it was the greatest thing he had ever felt, it wasn’t quite as pleasant for her. Her eyes were closed tight and she was biting her lower lip so hard it looked like she might draw blood.
“I’m sorry. Shite. We don’t have to do this. Hermione are you okay?” She didn’t answer him, but started to slowly move up until he was almost completely out, then all the way back down. Her movements sped up a little bit, but she never made a sound.
Six hours ago he thought having her mouth on him was the greatest feeling ever, but now he changed his mind. Being inside her made him feel like the king of the fucking universe. Watching her breasts bounce up and down as she rode him, feeling her clench around him while he moved in and out of her, and watching the place where their bodies were joined all came together in a perfect combination that had him growling with lust.
He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Ron grabbed her hips to help her move, and thrust up into her over and over. He climaxed and emptied himself inside of her while the waves of his orgasm spread throughout his body.
The room started to come back into focus, and he saw Hermione cuddled up against his side. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you,” she said, totally surprising him.
“I love you , too,” he said, surprising himself.
“Ron, please wake up. Please.”
“What? I’m not asleep. Look at me.”
“I have to go to bed soon. Please Ron, please come back to me.”
Suddenly he was no longer in his room. He opened his eyes and realised he was actually in the hospital wing. Hermione was sitting in a chair next to his bed, squeezing his hand and begging him to wake up.
“Hey,” he said weakly. His voice was thick with sleep and lack of use. She jumped a little at the sound of his voice.
“Ron! You’re awake! Oh thank goodness!” Hermione jumped up and hugged him hard. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t wake up.”
“I’m okay, really,” he said reassuringly. They sat in silence for a few moments. “Hey, have you been talking to me this whole time?”
“Yes, could you hear me? I wasn’t sure you could but I read that sometimes when people are in a coma, they can hear you, and talking to them helps bring them back. Did it help?”
“Yeah it did. Thank you.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back. He really did miss that smile more than anything. “Was Harry here earlier?”
“Yes! Did you hear him too?”
“Yeah I heard him, too.” Ron started to blush, remembering what he had dreamed when he heard his friends talking to him. The things she and Harry said in his dreams made a lot more sense now that he knew that they were words spoken to him while he slept. “You can go to bed now. I know you must be tired.”
“Yeah I’m pretty knackered,” she said while stifling a yawn.
“Thank you for staying with me. I don’t deserve you.” Ron blushed a little as he said it knowing he sounded corny.
“Anytime. That’s what friends are for, right?” Hermione beamed at him as she stood to leave. “Goodnight Ron, I’ll come see you again tomorrow, okay?”
“Sounds great. G’night.”
As he watched her walk out his heart swelled with happiness. ‘That’s what friends are for, right?’ she had said. He felt tears start to form in his eyes as he smiled to himself. Hermione thought of him as a friend again, and at that moment, there was nothing he wanted more in the world.