Like it was the easiest thing in the world, Hermione lost herself in the kiss. One wouldn't have expected Ron Weasley to be so gentle, and yet he was, right down to the soft brush of his breath against her lips, as though he knew exactly how to drop those five words against her skin. I love you too, Hermione. She could hardly breathe for fear of losing that very moment, the sensation of his warmth and the mere closeness of him, that which had her eyes growing hot at the corners. Slowly and gently, she returned the kiss, eyes slowly falling shut as her hand traced down the side of Ron's neck and her thumb crushed against his clavicle.
That was when she realized.
Interrupting the ease of the kiss, Hermione allowed her fingers to skate down and across Ron's chest, not sure if there was an appropriate place to rest her hand. She'd thought about it, of course- one couldn't turn eighteen without such curiosities arising to a certain degree- but as the reality of the moment was anything but what she'd imagined, Hermione could only feel her breath lightly trembling against her lip as she traced her fingers down his side. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips more insistently against Ron's, feeling her heart practically beat against her ribcage like a drum, only with the light flutter of feathers against bars as well to contend with.
"Ron," she breathed as she continued to press kisses against his lips, soft. The temptation to smile and laugh hadn't been completely buried, but if anything could serve as a comfort to her right then, it was that Hermione and Ron had always learned side-by-side, and neither judged the other for any stumbles along the way.
It'd all been sort of spur of the moment, hadn't it? While the newness of snogging Hermione still hadn't completely worn off, not even after months and months, he never had to really think about it much anymore. It'd become somehow both normal and brilliant at the same time and he didn't think he'd ever get sick of it. Her mouth was warm and soft and familiar, and his hand was at her jawline, pad of his thumb moving slightly against the skin there.
In the midst of all of it, he didn't realize that he'd never put on a new shirt until Hermione'd put her hands on his chest. His breath caught for a second in his throat-- mostly because it was both new and amazing at the same time-- and while he could have gone on kissing her, he reckoned it was probably best if he went to find a t-shirt or something.
Not that this wasn't bloody-well fantastic, and that he hadn't thought about all this before-- he had, almost daily, but it wasn't as if he could have told Hermione that-- but she'd never exactly said that she wanted to go beyond snogging at all. Sirius had told him that she'd let him know when it was time for all that, and it hadn't exactly been in Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches, so he'd figured it'd probably be best to wait on it.
It took a bit of effort on his part-- more than a bit, actually-- to pull away for a second.
"Maybe... I should go find a t-shirt?" he asked her, a huff of a pleased laugh punctuating the question. He looked down at her hand on his side for a moment, and when he looked back up at her, it was in a way that suggested that he'd be alright with it if she just asked him to stay there instead.
In an instant, the tension broke, as it so often did between the two of them. Hermione would always find it comforting to know that the two of them could swerve from tears to laughter and anywhere else in between in no more time than it took to say the other's name. It was reassuring, in its own sort of way, that no matter how livid one might feel at the other, that there stood the likely chance that they'd come back together again. Nothing terrified Hermione more than the thought that Ron might somehow be lost for good, and if Hermione ever did something to contribute to that, she knew she wouldn't have been able to forgive herself. Not even a year ago, when he'd Disapparated away from Harry and her, in spite of knowing that the Horcrux was perhaps the most to blame, Hermione still hadn't been able to keep herself from wondering at night. Where had things gone wrong? What could she have done better? What had she done to make him think that she and Harry were involved romantically, of all things? The last part had somehow hurt the most, not only due to the momentary lack of trust between the three of them (which stood so stark and severe against their normal interaction), but because it was something she might have easily fixed.
And if she had missed the opportunity for this, the relationship they had now, the warmth that lingered in her heart at the mere sight of him, she would never have forgiven herself.
That thought emboldened her then, mischief seeping into her expression in a way it didn't normally, eyes glittering playfully in the dim light of dusk as she shook her head with such a slight motion that it might not have been noticeable at all, if not for the sway of the few strands of hair that had already started to dry before the rest.
"No," she shook her head, shifting slightly further back on the bed and propping herself up with an elbow, her free hand wrapping coyly around the back of Ron's neck, playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape. "No, you're fine." She leaned up to nip very lightly at his lower lip, before deepening the kiss, a soft sigh passing quickly between her teeth as she felt her shoulders relax and her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
"Oh. Alright," Ron said, his expression breaking into a wide grin, "Blimey."
He'd hoped she'd say what she just had, but had been more prepared to have to stand to get dressed, really. But that was the thing about Hermione-- one of the more amazing things, he thought-- one second she was set on following every rule in the bleeding book, but then moments like this one came along. Ron could feel his own face flush, and it was a good thing Hermione likely couldn't see them at the moment, because he was pretty sure his hears had gone all red.
He leaned in to return the kiss in earnest, settling farther back on the mattress as well. He shifted his weight to prop himself up on his own elbow, leaned slightly over her as they kissed. Maybe it was barmy to think about how someone tasted, but the part of his brain still working right then couldn't help but think about how great Hermione both tasted and smelled. A bit like books and perfume and something else he couldn't put his finger on, but was sure drove him a bit mad when they were this close.
So, did this mean she wanted to do more than just snog? Bloody hell, it would have been easier if he could just ask, but he should probably already know this. Well, she'd told him it was alright for him to still be there without a shirt, so maybe that'd been the same thing as her saying so. Ron could hear his heart beating in his ears as he did so, but after a moment's hesitation, he brought up one hand to her chest where he tentatively cupped her.
Laughter threatened to spill over, mixed by nerves and encouraged by the way that Ron kept on talking, needing to document his every thought, as though it wasn't already made clear by the smile that he pressed against her lips and the soft brush of his hand by her side. The more she thought about it, the increasingly difficult it became to bite the laughter back, until Hermione found herself pressing forward more to compensate, deepening the kiss and running her bare foot along his calf, subtly edging yet further up the mattress. It was all rather awkward, in truth, the sort of knocked elbows and halty breath that one would expect from youth, and the bumbling nature of the first stages of intimacy was very new to Hermione indeed. Books wouldn't help here. Overthinking just made it worse. There had been a few occasions over the years when Hermione realized just that, and usually threw aside all of her reservations as a result, but this moment was slightly different than breaking the rules to brew Polyjuice Potion in the girl's bathroom, or doing her absolute best to undermine a professor's authority. Here, she couldn't steadfastly press forward and ignore everything in the periphery.
Because every detail was just too clear. Upon catching her breath, her eyes skated over Ron's lashes, a lighter shade of gold than his hair. His skin was warm to the touch, noticeable even through the slight brush of her knuckles against his shoulder blade. And there was simply the scent of him as well, the one that always seemed to be the last detail she focused on in the evening, right before drifting off to sleep.
And as she couldn't get her mind to settle, couldn't slow her thoughts down if she tried, Hermione sought instead to fill her mind through her senses, tasting something lightly spiced as she brushed her tongue along his lower lip, feeling heat against her lips as she pressed a kiss against his cheek, before falling back gently against the mattress and moving a hand to rest on top of his. Not quite lacing their fingers, Hermione pressed herself into his palm, back arching as her eyes slid closed, lips lightly parting in a sharp intake of breath.
There was one last tremor through her hand before it all fell calm, Hermione shyly opening her eyes to gaze at him again, lips curving in a nervous smile.
Ron might've been new to this, but it was a fair bet that Hermione pressing herself against him meant that what he'd done was alright. Usually he was rubbish at reading people-- oftentimes even Hermione, mostly Hermione-- but this was loads easier. This wasn't exactly difficult to figure out, at least, so far. She edged farther up on the mattress and he followed, trying his best to do it in a way that'd mean he wouldn't have to stop kissing her, even for a second.
He didn't know what he'd expected Hermione to feel like, but she was soft under his hand in a way he hadn't really anticipated. Soft and brilliant just like every other part of Hermione he'd gotten to touch or kiss so far, but still completely new. Hermione's foot moved against his calf and even through his trousers, it seemed to send a shiver through every bit of him.
When he opened his eyes and looked down at her again, she was smiling up at him in a way that made him feel a bit dizzy somehow. He didn't realize at first that his own expression likely matched hers, both glad and nervous at the same time. His stomach felt a bit like a crumpled bit of parchment and like it was tied up in knots, but in a good way. He leaned in again and kissed the corner of her mouth, then the outline of her jaw, then her collarbone.
That was supposed to be good, right? He was sure he'd seen someone do that before while they were snogging someone.
His lips were warm as they pressed down the side of her neck, soft and hesitant kisses drawing a line down to her collarbone. Each spot against which Ron pressed his lips seemed to heat directly under the skin, the flush rising all the way to her cheeks; although she was still clothed, Hermione knew well that her thin camisole left very little to the imagination, and no matter how comfortable she was around her best friends, this was still a territory that she had barely begun exploring with Ron, and insecurities rose quickly to the surface, riddling her awareness and keeping her movements tentative, slightly unsure. (But make no mistake- she felt safe just being in his presence, from his warmth, without which sleeping had become a difficult task anymore.)
With Ron otherwise occupied, Hermione hesitantly pulled her foot back, dragging it along the sheets until her thigh, bare where her soft cotton shorts had hiked up with the movement, pressed against Ron's hip. Every small step she took- nails lightly dragging down along his spine, a thumb hooking inside the waistline of his trousers- sent her heart hammering even more strongly against her chest, until she heard it clashing with her staggered breath, each only coming as she reminded herself to break for air.
"Ron," she repeated again, hips rising off the mattress to close the space between the two of them. There were questions swirling in her mind, cacophonic, not a single one pulling away from the rest, not a single one easy to ask right then. Instead, she slid down just enough to guide him back down, her hand curled around his neck as she kissed him again, a soft noise muffled in the back of her throat.
Were Ron's mouth not occupied with kissing her, he might've said Hermione's name as well. As it was, she'd brought the two of them back into another kiss, covered his mouth with hers again, and all he could manage was a sort of low and pleased groan deep in his throat.
Every bit of him that she touched felt bloody amazing and Ron felt warm in a pleasant way that made him want more of it all. Of course, there was the question of just what "more" meant. She'd hooked a finger into the waist of his trousers... was that supposed to mean something? There wasn't exactly a good time to ask, not with how brilliant all of it was, not with how much he was trying not to muck any of this up. It wasn't as if he'd ever done any of this before-- except the snogging bits, of course-- so a lot of it was just guesswork, trying to work out what he'd done right from Hermione's reactions. Still, even the way he had his hand on her was careful. He really didn't want to muck this up, especially not if this was going to go where he thought it might be going.
As it was, when she arched her hips up into him, he found himself twisting a bit awkwardly, trying to be sure she didn't notice the evidence that a great deal of his blood had rushed from his head and settled in other places entirely.
The sheets were rucked under Hermione's thigh, the folds pressing against her skin, and somehow, it mattered. Hermione's hand desperately smoothed out the rumpled sheets, as though working towards perfection on every level as her lips continued to seek Ron's out, her tongue brushing along his lower lip, her voice soft and caught in her throat as she did her best to keep calm. Inevitably, the effort was futile, and even as Ron tried to turn away from the contact, Hermione's hands immediately traveled to the front of his trousers, slipping the button deftly and pulling down the zipper until she was able to coax his trousers down so that they hung loosely about his hips. Where caution might have otherwise been, adrenaline had Hermione's heart beating on high and her reservations torn to shreds as she gasped again, breaking the kiss suddenly as her fingers teased under his waistband, feeling his heated skin and feeling that hers could only be more so, every limb of her body feeling warm, almost uncomfortably so. Movements coming to a halt, Hermione only breathed heavily as her fingers wove through Ron's hair, her gaze blurred and aimed at some indistinct point in the distance as her hips stopped moving, long enough for Hermione to regain her composure.
"It's okay," she murmured, the words carried by a breath as Hermione's fingers slipped under Ron's trousers, immediately forcing her to bite back a bewildered laugh as they eased his waistline down just a touch further. Slowly enough that he could keep up. Quickly enough that she wouldn't be forced to overanalyze every last detail. Her free hand slipped down to her hip, brushing over the bone there before briefly brushing against her inner thigh, her eyes slightly clouded over as she blinked them open again, giving way to sensation rather than analyzing every last detail. Perhaps she was going too fast. Perhaps she wasn't considering all of the details at hand. But if there was anything Hermione knew, it was that she was ready for the next step.
If he was.
"Do you have..." Hermione breathed, feeling her face grow warm at the question, knowing full well how forward she was being. "A- you know."
Ron hadn't really known what to expect going into all this-- bloody hell, he hadn't expected any of this, really-- but Hermione suddenly opening up his trousers without much warning at all. Not that he wished she hadn't or anything mental like that, he just wouldn't have thought she'd be the one to press onward, with him doing his best to make sure he wasn't rushing her. But her hand was in his hair and on his trousers, so he reckoned it wasn't anything he needed to worry about much anymore.
Ron didn't realise that he'd started pressing his hips into her, breath growing a bit ragged as he struggled to think straight until she spoke.
"Have what?" Ron asked, his brain not working properly enough to work out what she'd meant at first. Was he supposed to have brought something along? After a few moments of feeling like an absolute pillock, it clicked. "Oh, right. Yeah, I've got..."
He and Bill had talked only a few days before and his brother had give him a few of the odd Muggle things and had explained what they were for. He'd thought it was a bit dodgy at first, but without magic, it was the only way, really. Ron sat up a bit to fumble through his pockets for one, offering a nervous smile once he procured one from the back pocket of his trousers.
In truth, Hermione hadn't expected Ron to be able to produce a condom that evening, and at best she felt that perhaps he or Harry had decided to store some in one of the dresser drawers, but when Ron produced one from his pocket, her eyes widened in surprise. Perhaps she should have been distraught, and certainly the tension suddenly returned, Hermione feeling as though all of the air had left her lungs, but she managed a soft laugh, more nervous than anything else. Her hands rested on Ron's hips, almost encouraging as she quickly leaned forward to press her lips against the side of his neck in an open-mouthed kiss, teasing his skin lightly between her teeth.
"I can't believe you had- oh, never mind," she breathed, sitting up a bit as well as she continued to wrap her hand around his neck, feeling almost as though the only way to keep her nerves from taking over was outrunning them entirely. She kissed him again, her lips slipping to the corner of his mouth as her hand ran along his lower arm, tracing it lightly until she could gently slip the package out from between his fingers, dropping it on their sheets. Weaving her fingers with his, Hermione slowly guided his hand until it rested in her hip, under the hem of her shirt. Breaking the kiss, Hermione's forehead rested against Ron's, her words slipping over his lips in a whisper. "Is this too fast?"
"Yeah... er... Bill gave me some the other day... I guess I never took that one out of my pocket," Ron said, suddenly sheepish that he'd had one on him. He definitely hadn't been anticipating this happening or anything, but it'd been a good thing that he did have one, hadn't it? But Hermione'd looked surprised like maybe he wasn't supposed to at all.
His mouth twisted into a small frown for a moment until she kissed him again, and he was sure he wasn't about to get she wasn't about to shout at him for it.
Ron's hand flexed against her hip as they leaned against each other, and ran it slowly up her side until it rested on her ribs. He couldn't help but kiss her again, briefly, before he answered her. It was ruddy difficult to be this close to her and to not be kissing her. Merlin, but she smelled amazing.
"I don't think so," he said, voice low, but a bit more gruff than usual. He shut his eyes for a moment, shaking his head subtly. "If-- if you don't think it is, I mean."
She steadfastly blocked out all thoughts of Bill handing the proper tools over to Ron for this moment- after all, no doubt the bequeathing would have had been accompanied by an explanation of how to properly go about it all, and imagining anyone providing instruction for their evening or, worse yet, raising expectations overly high, was not something Hermione wanted to preoccupy herself with. Fortunately, the feel of Ron's hand lightly grazing up her side, warm and gentle all at once, distracted Hermione remarkably well as she let out a small hum, one soon interrupted by a kiss that she couldn't help but smile against.
Shaking her head just a touch, not wanting to stop kissing him for any longer than she had to, Hermione took a couple of breaths to steel her nerves before she leaned in for a peck. "No, I don't think so either."
Her lips brushed against his cheek as she silently said those three words again, trying to keep the smile which threatened from bursting and ruining the intimacy of the moment. I love you, she mouthed, pressing her lips against the line of his jaw, scarcely able to think beyond how much she wanted this. Couldn't imagine any way in which she wouldn't. Couldn't imagine ever wanting to be anything but that close, that safe, or that loved.
As quickly as Ron had mentioned his brother's name, he'd forgotten that he had, more focused on the subject at hand; on Hermione's mouth on his cheek and then on his jaw line... bloody hell. None of this had felt as if it was happening too quickly, though it all had been a bit unexpected, so much happening all at once. Sort of like jumping straight from turning mice into snuffboxes to transfiguring owls. Somehow though, Ron felt like Hermione might actually have been better at all this, but he was likely biased in the moment.
His hand underneath Hermione's shirt twitched a moment as he hesitated, and in a bit of a nervous motion, he pulled her shirt up and over her head. If nothing else had been happening too fast, he hoped this wasn't either; every second they touched left him wanting more, his heart beating so loudly that it made him wonder if she could hear it too.
In reality, it only took a couple of seconds, but to Hermione, the feel of fabric brushing up along her arms felt like an eternity. Static snapped in her curls of hair. Her heart continued to beat, not quite as steadily as a drum, Hermione's face lighting up with embarrassment as she closed her eyes, not quite able to open them for fear of seeing a disappointed expression on Ron's face, perhaps. It had never really mattered to her before, the way that she looked in the nude. Hermione hardly put much effort towards her appearance at all on the best of days. And yet suddenly, it mattered now, it mattered so much that it scared her, extending seconds into minutes, then hours, Hermione shivering as she waited for reassurance that she wasn't sure would come.
Chest still rising and falling, one of Hermione's hands curled nervously over her opposite shoulder, her arm blocking her chest partially from view.
"If I knew we were going to- I would have-" Hermione stammered, words a mere whisper as she bit her lower lip, thoughts going unfinished.
This had been unexpected for both of them, so it wasn't like there was any way she could have known. Ron definitely hadn't. Though, for a moment, he was stuck there, trying to keep his eyes from going a bit wide in amazement. He'd reckoned that maybe one day they'd get to this point-- or at least he'd hoped they would-- but the reality of it all was loads better than just thinking about it.
Not that Ron had thought about it. Not really.
He ran his hand down her arm from shoulder to her elbow, her skin both warm and soft underneath his fingers. In some ways, so much of this was different right now, even if he'd touched Hermione's arm loads of times. But this was new in so many ways, the most obvious being that the two of them were on her mattress and only half-dressed. It was... well, it was bloody brilliant, if Ron was honest about it.
"Hermione, you're... you're amazing," he said, not able to hide the smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss her again. There wasn't really much else to say, at least, not that he could think of at the moment. He couldn't think of any reason why she might be embarrassed; Ron was pretty confident that she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
That was when she realized.
Interrupting the ease of the kiss, Hermione allowed her fingers to skate down and across Ron's chest, not sure if there was an appropriate place to rest her hand. She'd thought about it, of course- one couldn't turn eighteen without such curiosities arising to a certain degree- but as the reality of the moment was anything but what she'd imagined, Hermione could only feel her breath lightly trembling against her lip as she traced her fingers down his side. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips more insistently against Ron's, feeling her heart practically beat against her ribcage like a drum, only with the light flutter of feathers against bars as well to contend with.
"Ron," she breathed as she continued to press kisses against his lips, soft. The temptation to smile and laugh hadn't been completely buried, but if anything could serve as a comfort to her right then, it was that Hermione and Ron had always learned side-by-side, and neither judged the other for any stumbles along the way.
This was no exception.
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In the midst of all of it, he didn't realize that he'd never put on a new shirt until Hermione'd put her hands on his chest. His breath caught for a second in his throat-- mostly because it was both new and amazing at the same time-- and while he could have gone on kissing her, he reckoned it was probably best if he went to find a t-shirt or something.
Not that this wasn't bloody-well fantastic, and that he hadn't thought about all this before-- he had, almost daily, but it wasn't as if he could have told Hermione that-- but she'd never exactly said that she wanted to go beyond snogging at all. Sirius had told him that she'd let him know when it was time for all that, and it hadn't exactly been in Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches, so he'd figured it'd probably be best to wait on it.
It took a bit of effort on his part-- more than a bit, actually-- to pull away for a second.
"Maybe... I should go find a t-shirt?" he asked her, a huff of a pleased laugh punctuating the question. He looked down at her hand on his side for a moment, and when he looked back up at her, it was in a way that suggested that he'd be alright with it if she just asked him to stay there instead.
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And if she had missed the opportunity for this, the relationship they had now, the warmth that lingered in her heart at the mere sight of him, she would never have forgiven herself.
That thought emboldened her then, mischief seeping into her expression in a way it didn't normally, eyes glittering playfully in the dim light of dusk as she shook her head with such a slight motion that it might not have been noticeable at all, if not for the sway of the few strands of hair that had already started to dry before the rest.
"No," she shook her head, shifting slightly further back on the bed and propping herself up with an elbow, her free hand wrapping coyly around the back of Ron's neck, playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape. "No, you're fine." She leaned up to nip very lightly at his lower lip, before deepening the kiss, a soft sigh passing quickly between her teeth as she felt her shoulders relax and her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
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He'd hoped she'd say what she just had, but had been more prepared to have to stand to get dressed, really. But that was the thing about Hermione-- one of the more amazing things, he thought-- one second she was set on following every rule in the bleeding book, but then moments like this one came along. Ron could feel his own face flush, and it was a good thing Hermione likely couldn't see them at the moment, because he was pretty sure his hears had gone all red.
He leaned in to return the kiss in earnest, settling farther back on the mattress as well. He shifted his weight to prop himself up on his own elbow, leaned slightly over her as they kissed. Maybe it was barmy to think about how someone tasted, but the part of his brain still working right then couldn't help but think about how great Hermione both tasted and smelled. A bit like books and perfume and something else he couldn't put his finger on, but was sure drove him a bit mad when they were this close.
So, did this mean she wanted to do more than just snog? Bloody hell, it would have been easier if he could just ask, but he should probably already know this. Well, she'd told him it was alright for him to still be there without a shirt, so maybe that'd been the same thing as her saying so. Ron could hear his heart beating in his ears as he did so, but after a moment's hesitation, he brought up one hand to her chest where he tentatively cupped her.
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Because every detail was just too clear. Upon catching her breath, her eyes skated over Ron's lashes, a lighter shade of gold than his hair. His skin was warm to the touch, noticeable even through the slight brush of her knuckles against his shoulder blade. And there was simply the scent of him as well, the one that always seemed to be the last detail she focused on in the evening, right before drifting off to sleep.
And as she couldn't get her mind to settle, couldn't slow her thoughts down if she tried, Hermione sought instead to fill her mind through her senses, tasting something lightly spiced as she brushed her tongue along his lower lip, feeling heat against her lips as she pressed a kiss against his cheek, before falling back gently against the mattress and moving a hand to rest on top of his. Not quite lacing their fingers, Hermione pressed herself into his palm, back arching as her eyes slid closed, lips lightly parting in a sharp intake of breath.
There was one last tremor through her hand before it all fell calm, Hermione shyly opening her eyes to gaze at him again, lips curving in a nervous smile.
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He didn't know what he'd expected Hermione to feel like, but she was soft under his hand in a way he hadn't really anticipated. Soft and brilliant just like every other part of Hermione he'd gotten to touch or kiss so far, but still completely new. Hermione's foot moved against his calf and even through his trousers, it seemed to send a shiver through every bit of him.
When he opened his eyes and looked down at her again, she was smiling up at him in a way that made him feel a bit dizzy somehow. He didn't realize at first that his own expression likely matched hers, both glad and nervous at the same time. His stomach felt a bit like a crumpled bit of parchment and like it was tied up in knots, but in a good way. He leaned in again and kissed the corner of her mouth, then the outline of her jaw, then her collarbone.
That was supposed to be good, right? He was sure he'd seen someone do that before while they were snogging someone.
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With Ron otherwise occupied, Hermione hesitantly pulled her foot back, dragging it along the sheets until her thigh, bare where her soft cotton shorts had hiked up with the movement, pressed against Ron's hip. Every small step she took- nails lightly dragging down along his spine, a thumb hooking inside the waistline of his trousers- sent her heart hammering even more strongly against her chest, until she heard it clashing with her staggered breath, each only coming as she reminded herself to break for air.
"Ron," she repeated again, hips rising off the mattress to close the space between the two of them. There were questions swirling in her mind, cacophonic, not a single one pulling away from the rest, not a single one easy to ask right then. Instead, she slid down just enough to guide him back down, her hand curled around his neck as she kissed him again, a soft noise muffled in the back of her throat.
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Every bit of him that she touched felt bloody amazing and Ron felt warm in a pleasant way that made him want more of it all. Of course, there was the question of just what "more" meant. She'd hooked a finger into the waist of his trousers... was that supposed to mean something? There wasn't exactly a good time to ask, not with how brilliant all of it was, not with how much he was trying not to muck any of this up. It wasn't as if he'd ever done any of this before-- except the snogging bits, of course-- so a lot of it was just guesswork, trying to work out what he'd done right from Hermione's reactions. Still, even the way he had his hand on her was careful. He really didn't want to muck this up, especially not if this was going to go where he thought it might be going.
As it was, when she arched her hips up into him, he found himself twisting a bit awkwardly, trying to be sure she didn't notice the evidence that a great deal of his blood had rushed from his head and settled in other places entirely.
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"It's okay," she murmured, the words carried by a breath as Hermione's fingers slipped under Ron's trousers, immediately forcing her to bite back a bewildered laugh as they eased his waistline down just a touch further. Slowly enough that he could keep up. Quickly enough that she wouldn't be forced to overanalyze every last detail. Her free hand slipped down to her hip, brushing over the bone there before briefly brushing against her inner thigh, her eyes slightly clouded over as she blinked them open again, giving way to sensation rather than analyzing every last detail. Perhaps she was going too fast. Perhaps she wasn't considering all of the details at hand. But if there was anything Hermione knew, it was that she was ready for the next step.
If he was.
"Do you have..." Hermione breathed, feeling her face grow warm at the question, knowing full well how forward she was being. "A- you know."
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Ron didn't realise that he'd started pressing his hips into her, breath growing a bit ragged as he struggled to think straight until she spoke.
"Have what?" Ron asked, his brain not working properly enough to work out what she'd meant at first. Was he supposed to have brought something along? After a few moments of feeling like an absolute pillock, it clicked. "Oh, right. Yeah, I've got..."
He and Bill had talked only a few days before and his brother had give him a few of the odd Muggle things and had explained what they were for. He'd thought it was a bit dodgy at first, but without magic, it was the only way, really. Ron sat up a bit to fumble through his pockets for one, offering a nervous smile once he procured one from the back pocket of his trousers.
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"I can't believe you had- oh, never mind," she breathed, sitting up a bit as well as she continued to wrap her hand around his neck, feeling almost as though the only way to keep her nerves from taking over was outrunning them entirely. She kissed him again, her lips slipping to the corner of his mouth as her hand ran along his lower arm, tracing it lightly until she could gently slip the package out from between his fingers, dropping it on their sheets. Weaving her fingers with his, Hermione slowly guided his hand until it rested in her hip, under the hem of her shirt. Breaking the kiss, Hermione's forehead rested against Ron's, her words slipping over his lips in a whisper. "Is this too fast?"
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His mouth twisted into a small frown for a moment until she kissed him again, and he was sure he wasn't about to get she wasn't about to shout at him for it.
Ron's hand flexed against her hip as they leaned against each other, and ran it slowly up her side until it rested on her ribs. He couldn't help but kiss her again, briefly, before he answered her. It was ruddy difficult to be this close to her and to not be kissing her. Merlin, but she smelled amazing.
"I don't think so," he said, voice low, but a bit more gruff than usual. He shut his eyes for a moment, shaking his head subtly. "If-- if you don't think it is, I mean."
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Shaking her head just a touch, not wanting to stop kissing him for any longer than she had to, Hermione took a couple of breaths to steel her nerves before she leaned in for a peck. "No, I don't think so either."
Her lips brushed against his cheek as she silently said those three words again, trying to keep the smile which threatened from bursting and ruining the intimacy of the moment. I love you, she mouthed, pressing her lips against the line of his jaw, scarcely able to think beyond how much she wanted this. Couldn't imagine any way in which she wouldn't. Couldn't imagine ever wanting to be anything but that close, that safe, or that loved.
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His hand underneath Hermione's shirt twitched a moment as he hesitated, and in a bit of a nervous motion, he pulled her shirt up and over her head. If nothing else had been happening too fast, he hoped this wasn't either; every second they touched left him wanting more, his heart beating so loudly that it made him wonder if she could hear it too.
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Chest still rising and falling, one of Hermione's hands curled nervously over her opposite shoulder, her arm blocking her chest partially from view.
"If I knew we were going to- I would have-" Hermione stammered, words a mere whisper as she bit her lower lip, thoughts going unfinished.
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Not that Ron had thought about it. Not really.
He ran his hand down her arm from shoulder to her elbow, her skin both warm and soft underneath his fingers. In some ways, so much of this was different right now, even if he'd touched Hermione's arm loads of times. But this was new in so many ways, the most obvious being that the two of them were on her mattress and only half-dressed. It was... well, it was bloody brilliant, if Ron was honest about it.
"Hermione, you're... you're amazing," he said, not able to hide the smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss her again. There wasn't really much else to say, at least, not that he could think of at the moment. He couldn't think of any reason why she might be embarrassed; Ron was pretty confident that she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
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