erotic_elves Fantasy Fest fic
Name: wolf_cat
Title: The Watcher and the Watched
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Ron/Hermione
Other pairing/s: mention of Harry/Ginny and Bill/Fleur
Summary: Seeking a moment of solitude, Harry instead sees his best friends seeking some privacy of their own.
Word Count: 1541
Genre: Romance
Notes: For the Fantasy Fest request by _fadedxink_: R/Hr. Wallsex, Harry catches them in act & watches (they don't know) Ron dominates.. no kink :) Thanks to florahart for the beta. HBP spoilers.
The Burrow was bursting at the seams with all the people there for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Harry was having fun, but he'd also had enough. Seeking a few moments of solitude, he retreated to a little-used section of the attic. He sat on the lid of a battered trunk and breathed a sigh of relief at finally being free from all those curious eyes wondering what he might do next. Being the object of so many people's hope for the future was exhausting.
“We shouldn’t be here.”
The second he heard Hermione’s voice, Harry ducked behind a stack of boxes.
“You worry too much. No one’s going to miss us with that lot in there.”
“But your mum-“ Her voice cut off so abruptly that Harry had to see why. He lifted his head slightly to peer over his concealing boxes.
Ron was kissing her, his hand behind her head holding her still. The kiss went on for what seemed to Harry like hours. Hermione’s fingers tightened on Ron’s sleeves, whether pulling him closer or holding herself up, it has hard to tell what her intention was.
“You mum will be glad to have two fewer people underfoot,” she finally said, breathless from the kiss.
“I'd really appreciate it if you’d quit talking about my mum,” Ron grumbled. “Didn't bring you up here to talk about her."
"What did you bring me up here to talk about, then?”
“Didn’t bring you up here to talk at all.” He kissed her again, softly this time. Harry could hear Hermione’s whimpering sigh when Ron pulled away from her. “You talk too much," Ron said, his voice much more gruff than Harry had ever heard it before.
He started with the top button and slowly worked his way down until she stood with her blouse hanging loosely over her bra. She didn’t move to help him at all, just stood with her hands resting at Ron’s waist.
Harry couldn’t stop staring at Ron’s freckled hands against Hermione’s smooth pale skin. He thought he might be able to escape without giving away that he’d even seen this much, but he couldn’t make himself move. Petrificus Totalis had nothing on watching his two best friends do this.
Ron took a step back suddenly. “Take it off,” he commanded hoarsely. “Your bra. Off.”
She unclasped it in the front (and Harry marveled for a moment there was such a wonderful thing as a front-clasping bra. Ginny hadn’t had anything that offered such easy access) and began to shrug the straps down her shoulders along with her blouse. She didn’t get far before Ron grabbed her and pushed them down himself. His tongue flicked at a nipple, sliding under and around and across until it disappeared between his lips.
A small sound escaped Harry’s tightly compressed lips but was lost in Hermione gasping Ron's name.
Ron moved to her other breast, nipping with his teeth and then soothing with his tongue until she gave a wordless moaning sigh.
Ron grinned up at her flushed face and dropped to his knees. He kissed her navel and lower, his tongue seeming to follow a path Harry couldn’t see. His hands were under her skirt, longer than the school uniform they'd been used to seeing her wear for so long but still short enough to give Harry a glimpse of white cotton beneath when Ron slid his hand up her thigh. When his hand reappeared, Hermione’s knickers emerged with it.
“Not here, Ron,” she said, panting. “Anyone could come up here-“
“No one ever comes here. I told you." Ron stood, lifting her by her arms for the few feet it took before the wall stopped them. She couldn't struggle or protest (nor did she seem to want to) with her arms still bound by her half-discarded blouse and bra straps. He pressed her against the wall and kissed her roughly, his hands slipping beneath her skirt again.
She moaned and worked to free her hands. Still without the use of them, she raised her knee slightly to rub it against Ron. He groaned loudly but did not break the kiss and did not stop what he was doing beneath her skirt.
They were both making such desperate whimpering sounds Harry had to hold his breath to keep himself from joining them. When Hermione, having finally freed her hands, reached down to unzip Ron’s jeans he had to bite his lip to stop from doing the same for himself.
“Not yet,” gasped Ron, grabbing her hand before she could touch his cock.
“But I want-“
Ron shut her up by covering her mouth with his. “Too much talking," he said, so quietly that Harry could only just make out his words. “You’ll get what you want. Don’t worry.”
He kissed her again, roughly, and she returned the kiss in kind. Harry saw her teeth reluctantly release Ron’s lower lip when they finally parted.
Harry closed his eyes briefly to regain control of himself. He and Ginny hadn’t gone further than this, but he’d certainly thought about what was surely about to happen next. Nothing in his fantasies, however, could have prepared him for the scene in front of him when he opened his eyes. It happened so quickly he nearly missed it, but he’d be replaying it in his head during late nights for a long time to come.
Ron had spun Hermione around so her back was to him. He lifted her slightly and then paused. She arched back against him and he lifted her skirt.
It seemed to go on endlessly, the sight of Ron entering her before Harry’s view was blocked by her skirt as it settled between them.
Hermione moaned, her hands splayed against the wall for support. She threw her head back and Ron kissed the side of her neck.
“Ron-“ she sighed, but Ron didn’t tell her to stop talking this time. Instead he pulled out and then pushed himself back into her again as he slipped his hand back under her skirt.
Whatever Ron was doing with the hand under her skirt did the trick. (Harry had a pretty good idea what, as he'd done it to Ginny a few times, although with a bit less success than Ron seemed to be having with Hermione. He probably just needed more practice.) Hermione’s breath caught and she stilled, her eyes closed while she gave a long, loud, wordless moaning cry.
Ron moved his hands to her hips and pulled her back hard against him again. She moved with him, pressing her forehead against the wall as she raised herself to her toes and pushed back against him. “Oh, God, yes,” Ron finally cried with a shuddering groan as he came.
Harry could see that they were both shaking as they slid as one down to the floor. He was trembling himself, desperate to find a private spot where he could relieve the pressure in his trousers. So loud was the sound of the blood rushing though his ears that he almost didn’t hear them speaking again.
“I should have tried to wait a bit longer,” Ron was saying apologetically.
“No, it’s all right. That was brilliant. It’s only… I was so close…”
“You really do talk too much.” Ron kissed her as he rolled her over onto her back. “And you’re very bossy.” He pushed her skirt up around her waist and pressed her legs apart.
“You seem to do 'bossy' quite well yourself. And you don’t have to-“ Ron’s tongue rendered her temporarily silent. She clutched his hair in both hands, guiding him even if he didn't seem to need it. Ron seemed well schooled in this; it only took a few moments before she arched up sharply under him with a loud, “Oh!”
Ron smoothed her skirt down gently and nuzzled a breast before settling himself beside her. They rested quietly, catching their breath together. The way they kissed and touched each other now was somehow more intimate than anything that had come before, and Harry was suddenly ashamed. He thought about Apparating away (and just hoping they wouldn't hear the “pop”), when Mrs. Weasley’s magically amplified voice boomed through the air.
“George and Fred Weasley, get back here this instant and put your brother back the way he was!”
Hermione and Ron laughed as they made themselves presentable. “I wonder what they did this time,” said Hermione, separating her entangled blouse and bra so she could put them both back on.
Ron shrugged. “Told you she wouldn’t miss us.” They continued laughing and kissing on their way downstairs.
Harry remained on the dusty floor behind the stack of boxes. He wrapped his arms around his drawn-up knees and sighed. Maybe he didn't feel so much like being alone anymore. Maybe he ought to go looking for Ginny. "No," he thought. "That wouldn’t be fair to her, to break up with her and then to use her." Maybe he ought to go looking for Ron and Hermione. They didn't know he'd seen them, but he knew he wouldn't forget. His thoughts would return to the memory of those sights and sounds in rare idle moments for a very long time.
Title: The Watcher and the Watched
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Ron/Hermione
Other pairing/s: mention of Harry/Ginny and Bill/Fleur
Summary: Seeking a moment of solitude, Harry instead sees his best friends seeking some privacy of their own.
Word Count: 1541
Genre: Romance
Notes: For the Fantasy Fest request by _fadedxink_: R/Hr. Wallsex, Harry catches them in act & watches (they don't know) Ron dominates.. no kink :) Thanks to florahart for the beta. HBP spoilers.
The Burrow was bursting at the seams with all the people there for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Harry was having fun, but he'd also had enough. Seeking a few moments of solitude, he retreated to a little-used section of the attic. He sat on the lid of a battered trunk and breathed a sigh of relief at finally being free from all those curious eyes wondering what he might do next. Being the object of so many people's hope for the future was exhausting.
“We shouldn’t be here.”
The second he heard Hermione’s voice, Harry ducked behind a stack of boxes.
“You worry too much. No one’s going to miss us with that lot in there.”
“But your mum-“ Her voice cut off so abruptly that Harry had to see why. He lifted his head slightly to peer over his concealing boxes.
Ron was kissing her, his hand behind her head holding her still. The kiss went on for what seemed to Harry like hours. Hermione’s fingers tightened on Ron’s sleeves, whether pulling him closer or holding herself up, it has hard to tell what her intention was.
“You mum will be glad to have two fewer people underfoot,” she finally said, breathless from the kiss.
“I'd really appreciate it if you’d quit talking about my mum,” Ron grumbled. “Didn't bring you up here to talk about her."
"What did you bring me up here to talk about, then?”
“Didn’t bring you up here to talk at all.” He kissed her again, softly this time. Harry could hear Hermione’s whimpering sigh when Ron pulled away from her. “You talk too much," Ron said, his voice much more gruff than Harry had ever heard it before.
He started with the top button and slowly worked his way down until she stood with her blouse hanging loosely over her bra. She didn’t move to help him at all, just stood with her hands resting at Ron’s waist.
Harry couldn’t stop staring at Ron’s freckled hands against Hermione’s smooth pale skin. He thought he might be able to escape without giving away that he’d even seen this much, but he couldn’t make himself move. Petrificus Totalis had nothing on watching his two best friends do this.
Ron took a step back suddenly. “Take it off,” he commanded hoarsely. “Your bra. Off.”
She unclasped it in the front (and Harry marveled for a moment there was such a wonderful thing as a front-clasping bra. Ginny hadn’t had anything that offered such easy access) and began to shrug the straps down her shoulders along with her blouse. She didn’t get far before Ron grabbed her and pushed them down himself. His tongue flicked at a nipple, sliding under and around and across until it disappeared between his lips.
A small sound escaped Harry’s tightly compressed lips but was lost in Hermione gasping Ron's name.
Ron moved to her other breast, nipping with his teeth and then soothing with his tongue until she gave a wordless moaning sigh.
Ron grinned up at her flushed face and dropped to his knees. He kissed her navel and lower, his tongue seeming to follow a path Harry couldn’t see. His hands were under her skirt, longer than the school uniform they'd been used to seeing her wear for so long but still short enough to give Harry a glimpse of white cotton beneath when Ron slid his hand up her thigh. When his hand reappeared, Hermione’s knickers emerged with it.
“Not here, Ron,” she said, panting. “Anyone could come up here-“
“No one ever comes here. I told you." Ron stood, lifting her by her arms for the few feet it took before the wall stopped them. She couldn't struggle or protest (nor did she seem to want to) with her arms still bound by her half-discarded blouse and bra straps. He pressed her against the wall and kissed her roughly, his hands slipping beneath her skirt again.
She moaned and worked to free her hands. Still without the use of them, she raised her knee slightly to rub it against Ron. He groaned loudly but did not break the kiss and did not stop what he was doing beneath her skirt.
They were both making such desperate whimpering sounds Harry had to hold his breath to keep himself from joining them. When Hermione, having finally freed her hands, reached down to unzip Ron’s jeans he had to bite his lip to stop from doing the same for himself.
“Not yet,” gasped Ron, grabbing her hand before she could touch his cock.
“But I want-“
Ron shut her up by covering her mouth with his. “Too much talking," he said, so quietly that Harry could only just make out his words. “You’ll get what you want. Don’t worry.”
He kissed her again, roughly, and she returned the kiss in kind. Harry saw her teeth reluctantly release Ron’s lower lip when they finally parted.
Harry closed his eyes briefly to regain control of himself. He and Ginny hadn’t gone further than this, but he’d certainly thought about what was surely about to happen next. Nothing in his fantasies, however, could have prepared him for the scene in front of him when he opened his eyes. It happened so quickly he nearly missed it, but he’d be replaying it in his head during late nights for a long time to come.
Ron had spun Hermione around so her back was to him. He lifted her slightly and then paused. She arched back against him and he lifted her skirt.
It seemed to go on endlessly, the sight of Ron entering her before Harry’s view was blocked by her skirt as it settled between them.
Hermione moaned, her hands splayed against the wall for support. She threw her head back and Ron kissed the side of her neck.
“Ron-“ she sighed, but Ron didn’t tell her to stop talking this time. Instead he pulled out and then pushed himself back into her again as he slipped his hand back under her skirt.
Whatever Ron was doing with the hand under her skirt did the trick. (Harry had a pretty good idea what, as he'd done it to Ginny a few times, although with a bit less success than Ron seemed to be having with Hermione. He probably just needed more practice.) Hermione’s breath caught and she stilled, her eyes closed while she gave a long, loud, wordless moaning cry.
Ron moved his hands to her hips and pulled her back hard against him again. She moved with him, pressing her forehead against the wall as she raised herself to her toes and pushed back against him. “Oh, God, yes,” Ron finally cried with a shuddering groan as he came.
Harry could see that they were both shaking as they slid as one down to the floor. He was trembling himself, desperate to find a private spot where he could relieve the pressure in his trousers. So loud was the sound of the blood rushing though his ears that he almost didn’t hear them speaking again.
“I should have tried to wait a bit longer,” Ron was saying apologetically.
“No, it’s all right. That was brilliant. It’s only… I was so close…”
“You really do talk too much.” Ron kissed her as he rolled her over onto her back. “And you’re very bossy.” He pushed her skirt up around her waist and pressed her legs apart.
“You seem to do 'bossy' quite well yourself. And you don’t have to-“ Ron’s tongue rendered her temporarily silent. She clutched his hair in both hands, guiding him even if he didn't seem to need it. Ron seemed well schooled in this; it only took a few moments before she arched up sharply under him with a loud, “Oh!”
Ron smoothed her skirt down gently and nuzzled a breast before settling himself beside her. They rested quietly, catching their breath together. The way they kissed and touched each other now was somehow more intimate than anything that had come before, and Harry was suddenly ashamed. He thought about Apparating away (and just hoping they wouldn't hear the “pop”), when Mrs. Weasley’s magically amplified voice boomed through the air.
“George and Fred Weasley, get back here this instant and put your brother back the way he was!”
Hermione and Ron laughed as they made themselves presentable. “I wonder what they did this time,” said Hermione, separating her entangled blouse and bra so she could put them both back on.
Ron shrugged. “Told you she wouldn’t miss us.” They continued laughing and kissing on their way downstairs.
Harry remained on the dusty floor behind the stack of boxes. He wrapped his arms around his drawn-up knees and sighed. Maybe he didn't feel so much like being alone anymore. Maybe he ought to go looking for Ginny. "No," he thought. "That wouldn’t be fair to her, to break up with her and then to use her." Maybe he ought to go looking for Ron and Hermione. They didn't know he'd seen them, but he knew he wouldn't forget. His thoughts would return to the memory of those sights and sounds in rare idle moments for a very long time.