Drabble: Yule Ball Redo
I wrote this back in December (2012) for one of hp_humpdrabbles weekly prompts. The prompt I used was Yule Ball.
Title: Yule Ball Redo
Rating: R
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Smut
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 481
Warnings: Sex scene
Summary/Notes: Using a memory, Ron and Hermione are able to return to the Yule Ball.
Yule Ball Redo
“If we could do it all over again,” he said. “Would you go to the Yule Ball with me?”
Hermione looked at her husband and said, “Of course.”
“Excellent. Go put on your best dress.”
Grinning, he left the room, leaving her staring after him in confusion.
When he returned to their bedroom, he found her wearing a black dress.
“You’re wearing a suit,” she said. “Why are you wearing a suit?”
“Because we’re going to the Yule Ball,” he told her.
He retrieved a glass vial from his pocket and poured it into the pensieve she hadn’t noticed on his desk.
Taking her hand, he pulled her towards him and they went into the memory.
She gasped as she found herself in a perfect memory of the Yule Ball.
“How?”
“Percy,” Ron replied.
He led her away from where Percy was talking and onto the dance floor. It felt like they were actually there with the music and the people around them.
“Thank you,” she said, kissing his lips.
“You’re welcome,” he replied.
She rested her head against his chest and let herself get caught up in the music.
“You were beautiful that night,” he said.
Hermione followed his gaze and saw her fourteen-year-old self dancing with Viktor.
“You were the one I wanted to be with that night,” she said, looking up at him. “I’d dreamed of having our first kiss under some mistletoe.”
“That would have been brilliant,” he sighed.
Hermione pulled out of his embrace and took his hand. Wordlessly, she pulled him towards the edge of the Great Hall and stopped under the mistletoe she’d avoided the night she’d been with Viktor.
She cupped Ron’s stubble covered cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Her arms dropped to his shoulders as the kiss grew hotter.
She moaned against his lips when she felt his fingers on the hem of her dress. She knew if he inched them a bit higher he’d find out that she hadn’t bothered with knickers.
Sure enough, he soon gave a strangled groan when his fingers reached the apex of her thighs. She moan again as one of his long digits ran over her slick folds before sliding into her.
Not even in her wildest fantasies of the Yule Ball had she ever dreamed of having sex with Ron there, but as she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, she knew that was exactly what was going to happen.
With well-practiced hands, she forced his trousers and pants down, freeing his erection. He lifted her up and then lowered her down on himself.
Their cries of passion drowned out the band and the chatter of their former peers. She clung to him as her body succumbed to desire and his followed.
She pressed her lips against his, knowing that she would never look at the Yule Ball the same again.
Title: Yule Ball Redo
Rating: R
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Smut
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 481
Warnings: Sex scene
Summary/Notes: Using a memory, Ron and Hermione are able to return to the Yule Ball.
Yule Ball Redo
“If we could do it all over again,” he said. “Would you go to the Yule Ball with me?”
Hermione looked at her husband and said, “Of course.”
“Excellent. Go put on your best dress.”
Grinning, he left the room, leaving her staring after him in confusion.
When he returned to their bedroom, he found her wearing a black dress.
“You’re wearing a suit,” she said. “Why are you wearing a suit?”
“Because we’re going to the Yule Ball,” he told her.
He retrieved a glass vial from his pocket and poured it into the pensieve she hadn’t noticed on his desk.
Taking her hand, he pulled her towards him and they went into the memory.
She gasped as she found herself in a perfect memory of the Yule Ball.
“How?”
“Percy,” Ron replied.
He led her away from where Percy was talking and onto the dance floor. It felt like they were actually there with the music and the people around them.
“Thank you,” she said, kissing his lips.
“You’re welcome,” he replied.
She rested her head against his chest and let herself get caught up in the music.
“You were beautiful that night,” he said.
Hermione followed his gaze and saw her fourteen-year-old self dancing with Viktor.
“You were the one I wanted to be with that night,” she said, looking up at him. “I’d dreamed of having our first kiss under some mistletoe.”
“That would have been brilliant,” he sighed.
Hermione pulled out of his embrace and took his hand. Wordlessly, she pulled him towards the edge of the Great Hall and stopped under the mistletoe she’d avoided the night she’d been with Viktor.
She cupped Ron’s stubble covered cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Her arms dropped to his shoulders as the kiss grew hotter.
She moaned against his lips when she felt his fingers on the hem of her dress. She knew if he inched them a bit higher he’d find out that she hadn’t bothered with knickers.
Sure enough, he soon gave a strangled groan when his fingers reached the apex of her thighs. She moan again as one of his long digits ran over her slick folds before sliding into her.
Not even in her wildest fantasies of the Yule Ball had she ever dreamed of having sex with Ron there, but as she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, she knew that was exactly what was going to happen.
With well-practiced hands, she forced his trousers and pants down, freeing his erection. He lifted her up and then lowered her down on himself.
Their cries of passion drowned out the band and the chatter of their former peers. She clung to him as her body succumbed to desire and his followed.
She pressed her lips against his, knowing that she would never look at the Yule Ball the same again.