Fantasies (Barmy Prompts)
Prompt by barmy-owl: Ron is an astronaut. Hermione is an alien from the planet Boobies. It's time for some out of this world sex! XD
Rated M just to be safe.
“Please? Please, Hermione? Pretty please?”
“No Ron! I don’t care if it’s your birthday, I am not participating in that!”
“Come on Hermione, it’d be much cheaper than a do,” he appealed.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“We’re not having a party either, so I fail to see your point.”
“Right. But the kids are at Mum's. When are we going to get the time again? Besides, it's a Sunday, what are we going to do, just faff about all day?”
“I don’t see why not. Isn’t that what you do every Sunday?” she replied snidely.
He pouted.
“It is my turn to pick, you know."
“Oh Ron, pick something else. Anything. I mean, we could try the Princess Leia bit again,” she suggested.
“No, thank you,” he scoffed in a put upon dignified manner. He hadn’t really enjoyed it much, but had wanted to try it ever since he heard Seamus and Dean talking about it.
“Of all the scenes in those ruddy movies, and that’s the part that muggles choose to fantasize about!”
“Well, not everyone has the imagination to make up crazy sexual fantasies, Ron. Most people just go with what they’ve seen in pop culture and media,” she replied.
Ron gave her his best puppy-eyed look.
“Do I get points for originality then?”
She sighed.
“Why do I have to be an alien?”
Sensing that she might be coming around to the idea, he hoped he wouldn't cock it up.
“Well, it’s roleplaying, isn’t it? Why be someone you already are?”
“You get to be human!”
“Right, but I didn’t even know what an astroboy was before you showed me that movie! That’s far-fetched enough for me, isn’t it?”
“For the last time, Ron, it’s astronaut. For someone who’s so hell-bent on this fantasy, one would think you’d at least be able to say it right,” she replied. “And it better have nothing to do with tentacles.”
“Tentacles? Like the Giant Squid? What’s that got to do with anything?” he asked, bewildered.
She shook her head, slightly relieved.
“Never mind,” she replied. "I suppose we could give it a go."
“Really?” he looked positively delighted.
“I have a few ground rules though,” she warned him before he got too excited at the prospect.
“Sure, anything,” he replied immediately.
“First of all, we stop if it gets too weird.”
“Don’t we always?”
“Second, I will not dress up. Third, I will not be green.”
“Of course. I accept all those conditions,” he said, grinning widely.
“Good,” she nodded.
“So, um… now?” he asked tentatively.
“Oh, yes. Okay.”
“Uh, bedroom?”
“Yes, that’s probably-yes,” she replied flustered, and briefly wondered how Ron managed to make her heart race even after all these years.
Once in the bedroom, they looked at each other, unsure about what to do.
“Well?”
“Well, what? It’s your idea, Ron! Haven’t you thought this out?”
“To be completely honest love, I was concentrating more on getting you on board than fleshing out the details,” he replied sheepishly.
She bit back a smile and flopped down on her bed.
“Fine. Let’s do it now. You start.” He let out a breath, and sat down beside her.
“Okay, I’ll be an astronaut who’s been kidnapped by aliens, and taken to their planet. And you’ll be, uh…”
"Your prison warden?" she suggested. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head.
“Um...do these aliens have a queen?”
“Sure, yeah. That's it, you're Queen of Planet Boobies!”
“Planet Boo- Ron!” she exclaimed, and boxed his ears.
“All right woman!” he replied, wincing. “I’ll leave and come back in, let’s just wing it from there.”
She huffed and nodded grudgingly. She was beginning to think this was a worse idea than being Princess Leia. But Ron was out of the room like a shot. He knocked, and Hermione tried to quickly get into character.
“Enter,” she said haughtily.
Ron stepped into the room, promptly tripped over the carpet and fell face first to the ground. She gasped and made to help him up, but he righted himself hastily and fled out of the room again with a red face.
Slightly nonplussed, she called out to him again, when he knocked. This time, he managed to enter without any accidents.
“Why am I being held captive?” he demanded in a high voice, still flushing.
Reassured that the fall had wounded nothing but his pride, she relaxed and answered him.
“Well, uh- human, you’re hardly being kept prisoner here. You’ve been given food and…your own private quarters, what more could you want?” she was wildly making things up, hoping it fit his fantasy.
“I don’t want your food, I want to go back to my own planet! It has been months, I want my freedom!” he declared.
Hermione stared at him, nodding thoughtfully. She wondered where he was going with this, but knew that he could get a little too into the character and forget what they were doing in the first place. It was going to be hard to bring the subject round to sex, but it was up to her to do so.
“You’re right, it has been months, hasn't it? You must be very lonely,” she said, in what she hoped was a seductive voice.
“Uh, yeah…” Ron seemed flustered. It could only mean it was working.
“Th-that’s why I want to go back to my home,” he continued.
“Perhaps I can change your mind about that,” she smirked and walked to him. “Maybe I can convince you to stay.”
Ron simply stared at her with a slightly open mouth. Not many of their role-playing fantasies had been a success, and it had been a long time since they last tried, but Hermione had to admit, she was enjoying herself.
“What do you say, human? Are you up for it?” she cringed inwardly as she said it, what on earth was she thinking.
Ron’s eyes widened and he bit the inside of his cheek. She could tell that he was struggling to keep from laughing at her.
“What do you mean?” he said, instead.
"I mean exactly what you think I mean," she purred.
She turned him around so that his back was to the bed and with her hand on his chest, walked him backwards until his shins hit the bed.
Pushing him onto the bed, she climbed on top of him.
“I hope you’re ready for some out of this world sex.”
I know, I chickened out! I've never written smut before. And am too tired to figure it out right now.
Rated M just to be safe.
“Please? Please, Hermione? Pretty please?”
“No Ron! I don’t care if it’s your birthday, I am not participating in that!”
“Come on Hermione, it’d be much cheaper than a do,” he appealed.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“We’re not having a party either, so I fail to see your point.”
“Right. But the kids are at Mum's. When are we going to get the time again? Besides, it's a Sunday, what are we going to do, just faff about all day?”
“I don’t see why not. Isn’t that what you do every Sunday?” she replied snidely.
He pouted.
“It is my turn to pick, you know."
“Oh Ron, pick something else. Anything. I mean, we could try the Princess Leia bit again,” she suggested.
“No, thank you,” he scoffed in a put upon dignified manner. He hadn’t really enjoyed it much, but had wanted to try it ever since he heard Seamus and Dean talking about it.
“Of all the scenes in those ruddy movies, and that’s the part that muggles choose to fantasize about!”
“Well, not everyone has the imagination to make up crazy sexual fantasies, Ron. Most people just go with what they’ve seen in pop culture and media,” she replied.
Ron gave her his best puppy-eyed look.
“Do I get points for originality then?”
She sighed.
“Why do I have to be an alien?”
Sensing that she might be coming around to the idea, he hoped he wouldn't cock it up.
“Well, it’s roleplaying, isn’t it? Why be someone you already are?”
“You get to be human!”
“Right, but I didn’t even know what an astroboy was before you showed me that movie! That’s far-fetched enough for me, isn’t it?”
“For the last time, Ron, it’s astronaut. For someone who’s so hell-bent on this fantasy, one would think you’d at least be able to say it right,” she replied. “And it better have nothing to do with tentacles.”
“Tentacles? Like the Giant Squid? What’s that got to do with anything?” he asked, bewildered.
She shook her head, slightly relieved.
“Never mind,” she replied. "I suppose we could give it a go."
“Really?” he looked positively delighted.
“I have a few ground rules though,” she warned him before he got too excited at the prospect.
“Sure, anything,” he replied immediately.
“First of all, we stop if it gets too weird.”
“Don’t we always?”
“Second, I will not dress up. Third, I will not be green.”
“Of course. I accept all those conditions,” he said, grinning widely.
“Good,” she nodded.
“So, um… now?” he asked tentatively.
“Oh, yes. Okay.”
“Uh, bedroom?”
“Yes, that’s probably-yes,” she replied flustered, and briefly wondered how Ron managed to make her heart race even after all these years.
Once in the bedroom, they looked at each other, unsure about what to do.
“Well?”
“Well, what? It’s your idea, Ron! Haven’t you thought this out?”
“To be completely honest love, I was concentrating more on getting you on board than fleshing out the details,” he replied sheepishly.
She bit back a smile and flopped down on her bed.
“Fine. Let’s do it now. You start.” He let out a breath, and sat down beside her.
“Okay, I’ll be an astronaut who’s been kidnapped by aliens, and taken to their planet. And you’ll be, uh…”
"Your prison warden?" she suggested. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head.
“Um...do these aliens have a queen?”
“Sure, yeah. That's it, you're Queen of Planet Boobies!”
“Planet Boo- Ron!” she exclaimed, and boxed his ears.
“All right woman!” he replied, wincing. “I’ll leave and come back in, let’s just wing it from there.”
She huffed and nodded grudgingly. She was beginning to think this was a worse idea than being Princess Leia. But Ron was out of the room like a shot. He knocked, and Hermione tried to quickly get into character.
“Enter,” she said haughtily.
Ron stepped into the room, promptly tripped over the carpet and fell face first to the ground. She gasped and made to help him up, but he righted himself hastily and fled out of the room again with a red face.
Slightly nonplussed, she called out to him again, when he knocked. This time, he managed to enter without any accidents.
“Why am I being held captive?” he demanded in a high voice, still flushing.
Reassured that the fall had wounded nothing but his pride, she relaxed and answered him.
“Well, uh- human, you’re hardly being kept prisoner here. You’ve been given food and…your own private quarters, what more could you want?” she was wildly making things up, hoping it fit his fantasy.
“I don’t want your food, I want to go back to my own planet! It has been months, I want my freedom!” he declared.
Hermione stared at him, nodding thoughtfully. She wondered where he was going with this, but knew that he could get a little too into the character and forget what they were doing in the first place. It was going to be hard to bring the subject round to sex, but it was up to her to do so.
“You’re right, it has been months, hasn't it? You must be very lonely,” she said, in what she hoped was a seductive voice.
“Uh, yeah…” Ron seemed flustered. It could only mean it was working.
“Th-that’s why I want to go back to my home,” he continued.
“Perhaps I can change your mind about that,” she smirked and walked to him. “Maybe I can convince you to stay.”
Ron simply stared at her with a slightly open mouth. Not many of their role-playing fantasies had been a success, and it had been a long time since they last tried, but Hermione had to admit, she was enjoying herself.
“What do you say, human? Are you up for it?” she cringed inwardly as she said it, what on earth was she thinking.
Ron’s eyes widened and he bit the inside of his cheek. She could tell that he was struggling to keep from laughing at her.
“What do you mean?” he said, instead.
"I mean exactly what you think I mean," she purred.
She turned him around so that his back was to the bed and with her hand on his chest, walked him backwards until his shins hit the bed.
Pushing him onto the bed, she climbed on top of him.
“I hope you’re ready for some out of this world sex.”
I know, I chickened out! I've never written smut before. And am too tired to figure it out right now.