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.
They'd kissed hundreds of times already, and dozens even in the past hour alone- yet Hermione could not remember any of the kisses feeling quite like this. Her heart continued to beat, leaping with every touch, every brush of skin against skin, until it took residence in her throat and left her unable to speak, managing only the softest of sighs and a moan that she did her best to hold back. For Hermione, comfort so often only came in the form of control, but everything about this situation was anything but. It was new territory. Learning that couldn't be done distantly, couldn't be found passively, and instead required her to run her fingers again over his chest, breaking the kiss until she could shift over on the sheets until she straddled Ron, thighs resting on either side of his hips, hair sliding over a shoulder as she leaned closer to kiss him again, trailing the kisses over the side of his neck until she could arch her back, press their bodies flush together.
And suddenly she felt his heart too, his warmth, and the shock of it left her threading her fingers desperately through his hair as her cheek pressed against the soft waves of his hair. "God," she breathed, pressing her lips against his ear. "I love you. So much." A smile stretched across her face, tentative as she shifted, rolled her hips just a touch until she was practically sitting on his lap, her fingers dragging down the planes of his muscle until they started tugging lightly at his waistband.
Her breath shook as she tried to kiss him again, attempted to distract him from the shake of her fingers as they traced over his abdomen, along the fine fringe of hair that trailed down from his navel.
She pressed her body against his again and it was all Ron could do to focus on anything but the feel of their two bodies together, of her bare skin against his. Bloody hell, how was he supposed to think straight at all with the two of them like this?
"I love you," he said, voice a deep and low whisper, half a gasp as he tried to focus enough to form a full sentence. As it was, the statement was punctuated by a moan that he tried to hold back, worried that the sounds he was making were ridiculous. Still, all of it felt so bloody brilliant that it was difficult not to make noise every time she touched him, every time she kissed him, every time he felt her warm skin brush and press against his.
Even through their kiss, he felt her fingers on him, brushing lightly in places that made him shiver, and realized she'd been playing with his waistband again. That was the next bit, wasn't it? She'd gone, and now it was his turn, even if the idea of it had his heart pounding in his ears even louder than before. He looked up at Hermione, practically on his lap, and broke their kiss temporarily to offer her a nervous, yet hopeful smile.
"Here, what if I...?" Ron said, not finishing his sentence, and instead covered Hermione's hand with his own for a moment before he tugged at his waistband as well. He paused, feeling his face flush and grow hot, and suddenly he realized why Hermione had been embarrassed not moments before. His own hands shaking a bit, he pulled down his already unbuttoned trousers, then his pants underneath them. Already, he felt his face grow hot and flush all over again. What if he'd gone too fast? What if she laughed?
Hermione fought hard to fight her immediate impulse, which was the same one that had existed since the three of them began their friendship back in first year- the urge to laugh. Knowing full well that Ron probably wouldn't react well, Hermione bit her lower lip, feeling her entire face light up. Apparently, she had not through the process through well enough, unable to decide where etiquette dictated that she ought look. Was it better to maintain eye contact? Or was she supposed to work more with her hands, be attentive to his- their?- needs? Closing her eyes, Hermione rubbed her cheek briefly with the heel of her palm.
"I don't know what I should- I..." Hermione huffed a helpless exhale, trying to fight the way that her pulse continued to drum in her ears, making her aware of every moment, every step that she took. Peering down at her shorts, she supposed that the next step was to remove those as well, that if there was to be any embarrassment, there was no harm in it being mutual. Leaning forward quickly to capture Ron's lips in another kiss, Hermione ran her tongue nervously over her lip before she shifted back on the bed, raising herself to her knees before she tugged both shorts and briefs down with trembling fingers. Only after she kicked them away did Hermione sit back down and meet Ron's gaze again.
At which point she finally caved, letting out a single giggle.
Apparently that was enough to send her over the edge, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes as she tried to hide the laughter under a hand. "I'm sorry," she apologized, trying to catch her breath. "Oh, Ron, I'm sorry, but I'm so nervous that I can hardly..."
Shaking her head as she gave up on giving an explanation at all, Hermione leaned in to kiss Ron again, hoping that they could ease back into some level of comfort.
For a moment, Ron's face was one of near mortification; he'd been worried that Hermione'd do exactly what she'd done. Suddenly, he was back on the Quidditch pitch, a group of Slytherins singing that bloody song at him while he let goal after goal go past him. Somehow he'd mucked this up before they'd even really done it. He frowned, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
The moment was thankfully short-lived when she kissed him again, smiling against his mouth as he felt his sudden nervousness subside a bit. It'd taken him a second to realize that she wasn't actually laughing at him. He felt like a complete and utter pillock again for having immediately expected the worst, then relieved, then glad again once he realized once more just what was about to happen.
It was more than a teaspoon's worth of emotions to feel at once, that was for sure.
"It's not funny, Hermione," Ron said pulling out of their kiss for a moment before his own resolve broke and he found himself laughing as well. "You're not supposed to laugh."
It was probably a moot statement at this point, as he was finding it difficult to keep a straight face even then.
Trying to keep her face as steady as possible, which was difficult considering the flush that she felt spreading down to her neck, Hermione pressed her lips together and cleared her throat. "Ron," she said, aiming for a serious tone, although the fact that she couldn't seem to make eye contact with Ron at all diluted the effect. "The both of us have just, in front of each other, taken our pants off. Which... I don't know about you, but I can't remember the last time I've done that in front of another person, and certainly not for this. So... I think laughing's the only thing to do." Biting down on her lower lip once more, Hermione pressed a peck against Ron's lips before dissolving into giggles again, reaching over for the condom packet before sliding over to the head of the bed again and laying on her side.
Trying her best to avoid the temptation to shake the little square of plastic in the air, Hermione lightly patted the spot next to her. Arching her brow invitingly, Hermione raised her chin just a touch, her tone airy. "But if you think I'm not supposed to laugh, by all means." She smiled shyly, her shoulder raising as she felt her pulse quicken again. "Stop me."
Her smile faded, Hermione finally slowing enough to get a better look at Ron, finding herself at once tempted to look away and yet unable to in the least.
That was easy enough for her to say when she'd left him laughing so hard that his cheeks hurt. He didn't think there'd ever been a time he'd taken his pants off in front of anyone either, and now that she'd brought up just how mad all of this really was, his nervousness had bubbled up as laughter as well. And the way she'd started going on, Ron half expected Hermione to start quoting passages from Hogwarts: A History, though somehow he doubted there were any chapters on this in that bloody book.
"You're mental," he said, with a huff of a laugh as he moved to the head of the bed to lie down next to her again, not entirely sure whether or not he was supposed to keep his eyes above her shoulders or whether he was allowed to actually look. He managed a quick glance again before he felt his face grow hot all over again. Maybe the best thing to do was to just dive in again, to push past the nerves and the laughter. Only, when he leaned in to kiss her again, cupping her with one hand before he lost the nerve to give it a go, he found himself breaking into a chuckle all over again.
It was clear now that Ron was making an effort, and this time one entirely too self-conscious, Hermione feeling very much as though he were simply going through the motions. The hand on her breast drew another giggle from her lips as she tried to keep a straight face, cheeks flushing wildly as she scooted nearer, supposing that if the two of them didn't look too closely at one another, that the laughter might subside. Where Ron hadn't quite been able, Hermione leaned in the rest of the way to press a kiss to his lips again, deliberately slowing her pace and, once she worked up the courage, letting her lips travel down the side of his neck again. She'd always liked the shape of his neck, and had in the past few years, become acutely aware of the distinct smell that lingered on his clothing, that she was able to press her nose gingerly to now. Her eyes closed with a sensation not quite like drowsiness, that couldn't be anything like it with the way her heart hammered, but that still left her movements more languid than before.
Nudging her hips forward, she felt the press of him lower as well, and breaking the attention she was paying his neck, nodded lightly. "Maybe," she murmured. Maybe she really was a bit mental, laughing during a time like this. But the comfort and the ability to do so, to admit to nerves and dips in confidence, was ever a part of their relationship, and not one she wanted to give up. Her hand glided down his side again, feeling the curve of his hip, before she slid her fingertips towards the tangle of hair and found him. Biting down in concentration on her lower lip, she took him in her palm, feeling her breath catch upon making contact and heat pooling within herself, a mix of curiosity and nerves. Leaning forward, she allowed her forehead to press against the side of his neck, too anxious to pull away and look him in the eye.
Not that, despite it all, he'd minded them laughing through this all that much. In fact, it'd relieved some of the tension there, and had made sure Ron hadn't worried himself into not being able to do any of this. Not that he through Hermione was really going to tell him that he was doing it all wrong, but he'd already mucked up their first date, hadn't he? He felt like enough of a git already, for just that.
"Hermione... that's..." he said, not able to complete the thought. Ron's eyes lidded shut as her hand wrapped around him, her palm warm and soft against his hardness and he let out an involuntary gasp of surprise. Just her hand being there felt bloody good, so good that he couldn't think straight, like he'd been caught on the wrong end of a confundus charm. Though... any better and he was worried that he might be done before they'd even had the chance to get started properly. He didn't exactly have any experience with this, but it was a fair bet they weren't going for that.
Ron gripped her breast more firmly in response, burying his face in her hair for a moment before he dipped his head to catch her mouth in another kiss.
It was rather difficult to attempt and discern whether or not Ron's surprise was positive in this context, but as he seemed to make no effort to turn away, Hermione could only assume that she'd managed to do something right, biting down on her lower lip as she continued to stroke, even as her face burned with embarrassment. The problem, however, was that while it seemed to be pleasing Ron on the whole, Hermione's actions also managed to distract him from the task- act?- at hand, until he squeezed her breast with a bit too much force, Hermione stiffening in the middle of their kiss, trying her best to suppress the noise in her throat.
Although she briefly considered telling him that he needed to be a bit more gentle, chances were that doing so would shake Ron's confidence irreparably, and so instead Hermione found herself looking to the side and reaching for the packet again, tearing it open and blinking quickly. (If she'd been mortified before, somehow this seemed several times that.)
"So I suppose we should..." her voice trailed off helplessly, squirming to find a more comfortable position, feeling the rush of air by her thigh, cool enough to bring a shiver to her lips. "Um. Hold on, I'll..."
Glancing down again, Hermione's lips quirked in a nervous smile she couldn't suppress, before she slid slightly down on the sheets and started rolling the condom down. "Merlin, if I do something wrong, let me know," she breathed, shoulders tense.
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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And suddenly she felt his heart too, his warmth, and the shock of it left her threading her fingers desperately through his hair as her cheek pressed against the soft waves of his hair. "God," she breathed, pressing her lips against his ear. "I love you. So much." A smile stretched across her face, tentative as she shifted, rolled her hips just a touch until she was practically sitting on his lap, her fingers dragging down the planes of his muscle until they started tugging lightly at his waistband.
Her breath shook as she tried to kiss him again, attempted to distract him from the shake of her fingers as they traced over his abdomen, along the fine fringe of hair that trailed down from his navel.
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"I love you," he said, voice a deep and low whisper, half a gasp as he tried to focus enough to form a full sentence. As it was, the statement was punctuated by a moan that he tried to hold back, worried that the sounds he was making were ridiculous. Still, all of it felt so bloody brilliant that it was difficult not to make noise every time she touched him, every time she kissed him, every time he felt her warm skin brush and press against his.
Even through their kiss, he felt her fingers on him, brushing lightly in places that made him shiver, and realized she'd been playing with his waistband again. That was the next bit, wasn't it? She'd gone, and now it was his turn, even if the idea of it had his heart pounding in his ears even louder than before. He looked up at Hermione, practically on his lap, and broke their kiss temporarily to offer her a nervous, yet hopeful smile.
"Here, what if I...?" Ron said, not finishing his sentence, and instead covered Hermione's hand with his own for a moment before he tugged at his waistband as well. He paused, feeling his face flush and grow hot, and suddenly he realized why Hermione had been embarrassed not moments before. His own hands shaking a bit, he pulled down his already unbuttoned trousers, then his pants underneath them. Already, he felt his face grow hot and flush all over again. What if he'd gone too fast? What if she laughed?
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"I don't know what I should- I..." Hermione huffed a helpless exhale, trying to fight the way that her pulse continued to drum in her ears, making her aware of every moment, every step that she took. Peering down at her shorts, she supposed that the next step was to remove those as well, that if there was to be any embarrassment, there was no harm in it being mutual. Leaning forward quickly to capture Ron's lips in another kiss, Hermione ran her tongue nervously over her lip before she shifted back on the bed, raising herself to her knees before she tugged both shorts and briefs down with trembling fingers. Only after she kicked them away did Hermione sit back down and meet Ron's gaze again.
At which point she finally caved, letting out a single giggle.
Apparently that was enough to send her over the edge, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes as she tried to hide the laughter under a hand. "I'm sorry," she apologized, trying to catch her breath. "Oh, Ron, I'm sorry, but I'm so nervous that I can hardly..."
Shaking her head as she gave up on giving an explanation at all, Hermione leaned in to kiss Ron again, hoping that they could ease back into some level of comfort.
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The moment was thankfully short-lived when she kissed him again, smiling against his mouth as he felt his sudden nervousness subside a bit. It'd taken him a second to realize that she wasn't actually laughing at him. He felt like a complete and utter pillock again for having immediately expected the worst, then relieved, then glad again once he realized once more just what was about to happen.
It was more than a teaspoon's worth of emotions to feel at once, that was for sure.
"It's not funny, Hermione," Ron said pulling out of their kiss for a moment before his own resolve broke and he found himself laughing as well. "You're not supposed to laugh."
It was probably a moot statement at this point, as he was finding it difficult to keep a straight face even then.
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Trying her best to avoid the temptation to shake the little square of plastic in the air, Hermione lightly patted the spot next to her. Arching her brow invitingly, Hermione raised her chin just a touch, her tone airy. "But if you think I'm not supposed to laugh, by all means." She smiled shyly, her shoulder raising as she felt her pulse quicken again. "Stop me."
Her smile faded, Hermione finally slowing enough to get a better look at Ron, finding herself at once tempted to look away and yet unable to in the least.
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That was easy enough for her to say when she'd left him laughing so hard that his cheeks hurt. He didn't think there'd ever been a time he'd taken his pants off in front of anyone either, and now that she'd brought up just how mad all of this really was, his nervousness had bubbled up as laughter as well. And the way she'd started going on, Ron half expected Hermione to start quoting passages from Hogwarts: A History, though somehow he doubted there were any chapters on this in that bloody book.
"You're mental," he said, with a huff of a laugh as he moved to the head of the bed to lie down next to her again, not entirely sure whether or not he was supposed to keep his eyes above her shoulders or whether he was allowed to actually look. He managed a quick glance again before he felt his face grow hot all over again. Maybe the best thing to do was to just dive in again, to push past the nerves and the laughter. Only, when he leaned in to kiss her again, cupping her with one hand before he lost the nerve to give it a go, he found himself breaking into a chuckle all over again.
It was contagious, it was.
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Nudging her hips forward, she felt the press of him lower as well, and breaking the attention she was paying his neck, nodded lightly. "Maybe," she murmured. Maybe she really was a bit mental, laughing during a time like this. But the comfort and the ability to do so, to admit to nerves and dips in confidence, was ever a part of their relationship, and not one she wanted to give up. Her hand glided down his side again, feeling the curve of his hip, before she slid her fingertips towards the tangle of hair and found him. Biting down in concentration on her lower lip, she took him in her palm, feeling her breath catch upon making contact and heat pooling within herself, a mix of curiosity and nerves. Leaning forward, she allowed her forehead to press against the side of his neck, too anxious to pull away and look him in the eye.
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Not that, despite it all, he'd minded them laughing through this all that much. In fact, it'd relieved some of the tension there, and had made sure Ron hadn't worried himself into not being able to do any of this. Not that he through Hermione was really going to tell him that he was doing it all wrong, but he'd already mucked up their first date, hadn't he? He felt like enough of a git already, for just that.
"Hermione... that's..." he said, not able to complete the thought. Ron's eyes lidded shut as her hand wrapped around him, her palm warm and soft against his hardness and he let out an involuntary gasp of surprise. Just her hand being there felt bloody good, so good that he couldn't think straight, like he'd been caught on the wrong end of a confundus charm. Though... any better and he was worried that he might be done before they'd even had the chance to get started properly. He didn't exactly have any experience with this, but it was a fair bet they weren't going for that.
Ron gripped her breast more firmly in response, burying his face in her hair for a moment before he dipped his head to catch her mouth in another kiss.
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Although she briefly considered telling him that he needed to be a bit more gentle, chances were that doing so would shake Ron's confidence irreparably, and so instead Hermione found herself looking to the side and reaching for the packet again, tearing it open and blinking quickly. (If she'd been mortified before, somehow this seemed several times that.)
"So I suppose we should..." her voice trailed off helplessly, squirming to find a more comfortable position, feeling the rush of air by her thigh, cool enough to bring a shiver to her lips. "Um. Hold on, I'll..."
Glancing down again, Hermione's lips quirked in a nervous smile she couldn't suppress, before she slid slightly down on the sheets and started rolling the condom down. "Merlin, if I do something wrong, let me know," she breathed, shoulders tense.
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