Fic post! "False Pretenses"
Title: False Pretenses
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating:NC-17
Pairing/s: HG/FW/GW, RW/HG/FW/GW, FW/GW, RW/HG, implied HG/GiW
Genre: Humor, PWP
Warnings: Mild twincest (Fred/George), implied femmeslash, slut!Hermione, skilled-virgin!Ron
Beta: kappamaki
Summary: Ron walks in on Hermione and his brothers. Together. Naked. Hermione's explanation is hardly illuminating, but maybe a demonstration will help?...
Notes: I have no valid reason for this. It was a random idea that struck out of nowhere, and I either had to get it out of my head or let it drive me slowly nuts. There's very little plot to speak of.
EDIT: Uploaded this to A.V.I.T.A. and made some adjustments to the "oneshots" grid (there are now descriptions for all the oneshots! Hurray!)
Silencing spells, for all their prevalence in the Wizarding world, never really seemed like something that would happen in the Burrow. It was such a noisy place, and no one -- especially not the twins -- seemed particularly worried about it. Any one of the Weasleys could probably sleep through an air raid if they had to; noise resistance was the sort of thing that happened in a household of seven children. You got used to some racket.
So it stood to reason that, when Ron opened the door to Fred and George's room, he was just as blown away by the sudden burst of noise that came from behind the now-open door as he was completely dumbfounded by the noise's source.
The noise in question was an unholy (indeed, quite sinful) orgasmic scream coming from the girl with her rear end in the air on George's bed. From the look of things, George had his cock up her bum -- and Fred had done the same to George.
The girl was most definitely Hermione Granger.
Ron paled and shut the door, then stood dumbly in the hallway. He couldn't decide whether or not to scream or hide in his room; he was pretty sure he could ask Hermione to obliviate him, but the question was when.
Screaming was bound to get someone's attention quickly, anyway.
He was just about to act on that reasoning when the door to the twins' bedroom cracked open and Hermione -- clutching a sweater to her still-naked chest -- poked her head around the door.
"There's a very good explanation for this," she began, eyes pleading. "And if you'll just give me a minute, I'll tell you."
Ron moved his mouth, made a sound like "Ahuhmbwa," and nodded his head. Hermione shut the door, presumably to put her clothes back on.
When she opened the door again, she looked like the Hermione Ron was better acquainted with: dressed, with no signs of cleavage or raciness or anything that might suggest she had a fondness for being naked or twins in any combination. Ron could use English with this Hermione.
"What the hell was all that?!"
"Ron, shush. Someone will hear you if you raise your voice like that."
Ron didn't have much experience with enforcing silence in his home. It was so foreign a concept that he almost defied her by shouting obscenities.
"Come on," she said, cutting him off. "Let's go to the storage shed; if we're going to have this talk I don't want to risk your family listening in."
"Why bother?" he said, still agitated. "That's what we've got silencing charms for, after all. You have no problem using one of those, now, do you?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Do shut up, Ron, or I'll put a silencing charm on you."
She flicked her wand threateningly in his direction, and Ron knew she was serious. He swallowed his argument quickly.
The storage shed, as most anything with the word "storage" in its title is inclined to be, was a room full of boxes and things that hadn't been moved in so long that their tops had a dense layer of dust over them. The floor varied in dustiness, and there were tracks and the odd footprint where someone had walked through while looking for something. Hermione tapped her wand against her palm, and the wand tip transfigured into a feather duster. She dusted off the top of a box and sat down primly.
"Well?" Ron said.
"Well what?"
"What were you doing with Fred and George?"
"It's an arrangement."
"An arrangement."
"Mimicry doesn't suit you. Yes, an arrangement. They caught me going at it alone -- " Hermione colored a little at this admission, but her voice didn't waver " -- and they offered to help."
"So you're fucking them?"
"No, they're fucking me." Hermione turned bright pink, and Ron thought it bizarre that she could scream shamelessly from an orgasm but not refer to being fucked without embarrassment. "And it's only anal with them. I'm still a virgin."
"Hell," Ron muttered. "Could've fooled me..." The look Hermione gave him in response made him freeze.
"What was that?"
"Uh, well, you were.. screaming... and it looked like you had done it before, and I couldn't really tell what was going on exactly, just that it was really... naked."
Hermione burst out laughing. Ron flushed.
"It's not like I was looking that hard... I mean, my brothers were..." He shuddered. He knew his brothers were close; he'd just never realized to what extent.
"So you weren't looking at your brothers," Hermione verified. "Weren't you looking at me?"
Ron stared at her, mouth hanging open. He wasn't sure whether or not there was a right answer to this -- 'No' would be a lie, and 'Yes' might make her angry; he had been looking, after all, and she couldn't have been expecting that.
But then, she had been screaming in a way that might've made the average porn star jealous. Hermione had great lungs beneath those breasts that were suddenly so very Oh my God...
Ron hadn't seen much of her breasts earlier, as they'd been rather busy being mashed into the mattress on George's bed. Now that he could see them -- up close, in all their glory -- he was pretty sure he didn't want Hermione to obliviate him anymore.
"Uhhhermione... why...?"
"Just checking."
She pulled her sweater down over her breasts again. "Yes, that was about the look on your face when you opened the door. You were looking."
How she managed to keep a straight face through all of that would have puzzled Ron to no end if he hadn't just seen some excellent tits. Somehow, Hermione's actions were much less important when there were breasts involved.
The door to the shed jostled shakily open, and Ginny took a step inside.
"Supper's ready," she said, then she looked back and forth between the two of them. "Everything all right?"
"Perfectly," Hermione replied. "We'll be right out."
Ginny ducked out again, leaving the door hanging open.
"After dinner," said Hermione quietly, addressing Ron, "Meet me out here again."
She gave him a pointed look. A very, very pointed look. One that said if he did as he was told he would really like it.
Ron would've liked it more if he didn't have to wait. He'd had a hard-on since the moment he heard her screaming.
*
That supper was easily the strangest, most awkward, most sexually tense meal Ron had ever sat through. What made it worse was that he was the only one who seemed to be feeling unusual.
"All right, Ron?" asked Fred. "You're awful quiet tonight."
Ron nodded, and cast Fred a dirty look for playing dumb. "Long day."
"Maybe ickle Ronniekins should go to bed early, then?" George suggested.
"Maybe I'll bloody your nose the next time you call me that," offered Ron, heat rising to his face. He hated that name.
"Ron, don't threaten your brothers," Molly chastised. "And Fred, don't tease Ron."
"Yes Mum," said Fred, clearly aware his mother had identified the wrong twin.
A faint thunk came from under the table, and George winced. "I'll be good too," he said grudgingly. He cast a glare at Hermione, who continued to eat as if nothing had happened.
Hermione finished eating first and dismissed herself from the table. "I'm going to go de-gnome the garden for a bit," she announced.
"We found a great charm for that," Fred offered. "Want me to show you?"
The two of them went out to the garden, and periodically through the curtains Ron could see the flash of magic being cast. George followed them soon afterward.
Ron forced himself to eat most of the food on his plate before putting the dish in the sink to be washed.
"I'm going to go help Hermione," he said. It was a lie, and he was certain it was an obvious one, but no one said anything to the contrary. He hurried outside and off towards the storage shed.
When Ron opened the door, he thought the image of his siblings and Hermione fucking would be the worst of it. It wasn't.
Oh hell, he thought, eyes growing wide. They've turned the shed into their own private sex chamber.
So it seemed: the dust that had previously coated every available surface had disappeared, and the storage boxes had mysteriously vanished -- to be replaced by a giant bed. A second glance would've told Ron that the boxes and their contents had been transfigured into the bed that took up half the space in the shed, but he wasn't keen on paying attention to details. He was very much interested in Hermione's naked body, which was held up on display by the twins. Her back pressed into Fred's chest, shoulders held in place by one set of arms (George's, from behind Fred) while another set of arms (Fred's) held her legs spread wide apart, her knees up by her breasts. They looked like a bizarre pagan fertility god.
"You joining us?" Fred asked over Hermione's shoulder.
Ron was still disturbed by the presence of his brothers. He rationalized, though, that he wouldn't actually have to look at them. He wouldn't have to make much contact with them, for that matter; they'd be on one side of Hermione, and he'd be on the other.
If he had any lingering doubts, they dissipated when Hermione spoke. She sounded like she was struggling hard to sound composed, and she was still failing.
"Please, Ron," she said. "I want you to take me."
Ron undid his trousers. Who was he to argue with a lady's request?
He heard Hermione moan when he exposed his dick, and tried to ignore the approving whistle from Fred. He tugged his shirt off and stood a few nervous feet away.
"Tell him to touch her breasts," George hissed in a stage whisper.
"Touch her breasts!" Fred encouraged, as if Ron could have possibly missed the suggestion.
Ron went for her breasts with both hands, squeezing gently and feeling a little awkward until Hermione sighed. He looked up and saw she'd closed her eyes, the color rising in her cheeks. He squeezed a little harder, and she moaned.
One of the twins began moving their hips, and the twins and Hermione all gasped.
"Ohgod, I just want to fuck you so hard right now..."
The muffled quality of the voice indicated it was George speaking. He heard Fred reply, "Wait for it, just wait for it..." In spite of the urgings, he sounded strained.
Who knew the twins had self control? Ron thought, massaging at Hermione's right breast and dropping his other hand lower.
Ron had never touched breasts before, much less a vagina. As his fingers ran through the fur that covered her pubis, he felt his cock twitch in excitement.
He found her folds and sunk a finger into them. She was slick with pre-come, and she made the most erotic little gasping noise every time he slid his finger in and out of her. He inserted another finger, flicking them experimentally back and forth like a flutter kick. Hermione shivered and shuddered against Fred, who grunted and struggled to keep his head.
Ron thought he heard one of the twins say "Will you just stick it in already?", but he ignored them and stuck a third finger into her as well. He felt muscles tightening around his fingers that he didn't know girls had.
"Ohgod, Hermione," Fred gasped. "Don't do that, I can't..."
Hermione bit her lip. "Ron, fuck me now, please! I can't take much more of this!"
The twins made noises of emphatic agreement.
Ron pulled his fingers out of her, and imagined that same feeling on his cock.
Then he stopped thinking about it, stepped in close to her, and positioned the head of his dick against her opening. He tried to go slowly, which went against every male instinct he had; he very much wanted to begin thrusting and never stop.
Ron liked sex. He decided in that moment, as Hermione's vagina clenched and unclenched around him rapidly, that he really, really loved it. He started to thrust, but he hardly needed to; the pressure of his dick inside her, of Fred's dick inside her, of her own muscles tightening around both of them -- Hermione orgasmed, and as Ron thrust and his brother thrust, she came again.
Fred unhooked Hermione's legs from his arms and put them onto Ron's, disengaged himself from Hermione, and leaned back into George -- who gladly released Hermione as well, leaving Ron to support her on his own.
She was a lot lighter than he thought she'd be. Definitely light enough to hold with her knees next to his ears and still reasonably be able to fuck, though that didn't last much longer.
For a virgin, though, Ron thought he'd done pretty well.
He managed to shuffle over to the bed before letting Hermione go. She bounced on the mattress as she made impact, and he watched her breasts wobbling before he flopped over next to her.
"That felt amazing," she declared breathlessly.
"What did?" asked Ron.
"The sex, of course."
"Well yeah... But what part of it?"
"What do you mean, 'what part of it'?"
"Was it my part?"
Hermione giggled. "Your 'part' certainly played a part."
"Did it play a major part, though? Or just a part?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "It played a major part. I pity every girl who has a terrible first time, now. That was wonderful."
Ron felt like his ego had been sufficiently stroked when Hermione turned, looked at him, and said, "Are you ready to go again?"
Bug-eyed, he stared at her. "Are you mad? I just finished! You just orgasmed twice!"
"Three times," she corrected. "Once before you came in. And I'm not mad; I'm female, and I've got more stamina than you have."
Females are mad, Ron thought, but decided this was a bad time to say as much. Then he thought of something.
"I'm definitely done," he said. "But if you're not, I can fix that."
Hermione gave him her best 'Just try me' look. "Oh can you? Hey!"
Ron hadn't waited for a response. He'd rolled on top of her, moved down, and buried his face in her crotch. Hermione made a squeaking noise that might have been protest or surprise. This quickly became a cry of pleasure as Ron stuck his tongue out and pressed it against her clitoris. He returned his fingers to their earlier position inside of her, thrusting them in and massaging the inside. When he found a spot that made her gasp, he rubbed fervently. He kept going as she climaxed again, and didn't ease up as she came down from it -- which quickly had her rising into another one.
Finally, gasping for air and twitching from sensitivity, Hermione sat up and pushed Ron's head out of her lap.
"Okay," she said, chest still heaving. "You can." She saw the self-satisfied grin on his face, and peered down her nose at him. "You've got my come all over your chin, you know."
Ron only grinned more broadly. "Want a kiss, then? Or should I save it for the first date?"
Hermione laughed. "How backwards! Most people at least kiss first, don't they?"
"Why'd you want me to be your first?"
"Because I knew you were hung like a horse."
"Hey!"
"A bull, then."
"Hermione, that's not what I mean."
Hermione sighed resignedly. "Oh, fine. I just... did."
"For someone who is always so keen on explanations, you aren't doing a very good job at the moment."
"You're the only person I know that I really want to have sex with. I like you, Ron," she added, giving him a meaningful, heartfelt stare. She was still naked, but Ron did an admirable job of keeping his eyes at her face level. "And if I'm going to have sex -- potentially pregnancy-inducing sex -- with someone, they'd better be worth it."
Ron was still puzzling over what it was, exactly, that made him worth it, when she smirked and continued, "Besides, you're completely oblivious to girls and I knew it would take something really obvious to get your attention. Signs would be too patronizing, but nudity worked."
"Hey!"
The twins, thusfar quiet enough to be ignored, began to groan and pant against each other. Ron kept his eyes steadily in the opposite direction while Hermione watched with enthusiasm as Fred and George came, separated, and sat down on the edge of the bed, still panting and keeping very close to each other.
"When did you two start... you know... doing that?" Ron asked, wrinkling his nose in disapproval.
"Since we realized I'm the handsomest man in the world," George said seriously. "And Fred here looks just like me."
"It makes perfect sense that the two handsomest men in the world should only sleep with the best," continued Fred. "But because I was born first, technically, I'm the handsomest man in the world and it's George who looks like me."
Ron, knowing the beginning of a long and pointless argument when he saw one, got up and started dressing.
"I'm going back to the house," he said to Hermione. "Then I'm going to shower, and then I'm going to sleep."
"All right," she replied. "I'll talk to you in the morning!"
Ron jogged back to the house and tried to look as casual as possible as walked in and made for the stairs. To his relief, no one intercepted him on his way to the shower, and afterwards he only saw Ginny in the hall.
"You were out there a while," she remarked. "Did you find a nest or something?"
He remembered they were outside under the pretense of de-gnoming the lawn. "Er, yeah. Nothing we couldn't handle, though."
"That's good. On your way to bed now?"
Ron nodded. "Hurling those things takes a lot out of a person. Goodnight, Gin."
"Night, Ron."
Ron collapsed on his bed and fell heavily asleep in minutes. He had never slept so hard in his life.
*
"...So he hunches over me, sticks his face in my crotch, and starts eating me out!"
"Oh my god!"
"You have no idea. You'd think he knew what he was doing, he was so good."
"He always was very good at eating..."
"Ginny, that's awful!"
"But you're still laughing, Hermione."
"I didn't say it wasn't funny."
"So he starts eating you out..."
"He starts on that, and then he started fingering me, too -- once again, like he's had experience -- and I come another two or three times. Ron's really good in bed."
"Two or three?"
"One of them might have been two; it dipped down but didn't quite end."
"Sounds confusing... Where do you think he learned all that?"
"Pornography?"
"Hm, probably. ...So do you want to try some of that on me?"
"Ooh, can I?"
"Here, let me get the lights..."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating:NC-17
Pairing/s: HG/FW/GW, RW/HG/FW/GW, FW/GW, RW/HG, implied HG/GiW
Genre: Humor, PWP
Warnings: Mild twincest (Fred/George), implied femmeslash, slut!Hermione, skilled-virgin!Ron
Beta: kappamaki
Summary: Ron walks in on Hermione and his brothers. Together. Naked. Hermione's explanation is hardly illuminating, but maybe a demonstration will help?...
Notes: I have no valid reason for this. It was a random idea that struck out of nowhere, and I either had to get it out of my head or let it drive me slowly nuts. There's very little plot to speak of.
EDIT: Uploaded this to A.V.I.T.A. and made some adjustments to the "oneshots" grid (there are now descriptions for all the oneshots! Hurray!)
Silencing spells, for all their prevalence in the Wizarding world, never really seemed like something that would happen in the Burrow. It was such a noisy place, and no one -- especially not the twins -- seemed particularly worried about it. Any one of the Weasleys could probably sleep through an air raid if they had to; noise resistance was the sort of thing that happened in a household of seven children. You got used to some racket.
So it stood to reason that, when Ron opened the door to Fred and George's room, he was just as blown away by the sudden burst of noise that came from behind the now-open door as he was completely dumbfounded by the noise's source.
The noise in question was an unholy (indeed, quite sinful) orgasmic scream coming from the girl with her rear end in the air on George's bed. From the look of things, George had his cock up her bum -- and Fred had done the same to George.
The girl was most definitely Hermione Granger.
Ron paled and shut the door, then stood dumbly in the hallway. He couldn't decide whether or not to scream or hide in his room; he was pretty sure he could ask Hermione to obliviate him, but the question was when.
Screaming was bound to get someone's attention quickly, anyway.
He was just about to act on that reasoning when the door to the twins' bedroom cracked open and Hermione -- clutching a sweater to her still-naked chest -- poked her head around the door.
"There's a very good explanation for this," she began, eyes pleading. "And if you'll just give me a minute, I'll tell you."
Ron moved his mouth, made a sound like "Ahuhmbwa," and nodded his head. Hermione shut the door, presumably to put her clothes back on.
When she opened the door again, she looked like the Hermione Ron was better acquainted with: dressed, with no signs of cleavage or raciness or anything that might suggest she had a fondness for being naked or twins in any combination. Ron could use English with this Hermione.
"What the hell was all that?!"
"Ron, shush. Someone will hear you if you raise your voice like that."
Ron didn't have much experience with enforcing silence in his home. It was so foreign a concept that he almost defied her by shouting obscenities.
"Come on," she said, cutting him off. "Let's go to the storage shed; if we're going to have this talk I don't want to risk your family listening in."
"Why bother?" he said, still agitated. "That's what we've got silencing charms for, after all. You have no problem using one of those, now, do you?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Do shut up, Ron, or I'll put a silencing charm on you."
She flicked her wand threateningly in his direction, and Ron knew she was serious. He swallowed his argument quickly.
The storage shed, as most anything with the word "storage" in its title is inclined to be, was a room full of boxes and things that hadn't been moved in so long that their tops had a dense layer of dust over them. The floor varied in dustiness, and there were tracks and the odd footprint where someone had walked through while looking for something. Hermione tapped her wand against her palm, and the wand tip transfigured into a feather duster. She dusted off the top of a box and sat down primly.
"Well?" Ron said.
"Well what?"
"What were you doing with Fred and George?"
"It's an arrangement."
"An arrangement."
"Mimicry doesn't suit you. Yes, an arrangement. They caught me going at it alone -- " Hermione colored a little at this admission, but her voice didn't waver " -- and they offered to help."
"So you're fucking them?"
"No, they're fucking me." Hermione turned bright pink, and Ron thought it bizarre that she could scream shamelessly from an orgasm but not refer to being fucked without embarrassment. "And it's only anal with them. I'm still a virgin."
"Hell," Ron muttered. "Could've fooled me..." The look Hermione gave him in response made him freeze.
"What was that?"
"Uh, well, you were.. screaming... and it looked like you had done it before, and I couldn't really tell what was going on exactly, just that it was really... naked."
Hermione burst out laughing. Ron flushed.
"It's not like I was looking that hard... I mean, my brothers were..." He shuddered. He knew his brothers were close; he'd just never realized to what extent.
"So you weren't looking at your brothers," Hermione verified. "Weren't you looking at me?"
Ron stared at her, mouth hanging open. He wasn't sure whether or not there was a right answer to this -- 'No' would be a lie, and 'Yes' might make her angry; he had been looking, after all, and she couldn't have been expecting that.
But then, she had been screaming in a way that might've made the average porn star jealous. Hermione had great lungs beneath those breasts that were suddenly so very Oh my God...
Ron hadn't seen much of her breasts earlier, as they'd been rather busy being mashed into the mattress on George's bed. Now that he could see them -- up close, in all their glory -- he was pretty sure he didn't want Hermione to obliviate him anymore.
"Uhhhermione... why...?"
"Just checking."
She pulled her sweater down over her breasts again. "Yes, that was about the look on your face when you opened the door. You were looking."
How she managed to keep a straight face through all of that would have puzzled Ron to no end if he hadn't just seen some excellent tits. Somehow, Hermione's actions were much less important when there were breasts involved.
The door to the shed jostled shakily open, and Ginny took a step inside.
"Supper's ready," she said, then she looked back and forth between the two of them. "Everything all right?"
"Perfectly," Hermione replied. "We'll be right out."
Ginny ducked out again, leaving the door hanging open.
"After dinner," said Hermione quietly, addressing Ron, "Meet me out here again."
She gave him a pointed look. A very, very pointed look. One that said if he did as he was told he would really like it.
Ron would've liked it more if he didn't have to wait. He'd had a hard-on since the moment he heard her screaming.
*
That supper was easily the strangest, most awkward, most sexually tense meal Ron had ever sat through. What made it worse was that he was the only one who seemed to be feeling unusual.
"All right, Ron?" asked Fred. "You're awful quiet tonight."
Ron nodded, and cast Fred a dirty look for playing dumb. "Long day."
"Maybe ickle Ronniekins should go to bed early, then?" George suggested.
"Maybe I'll bloody your nose the next time you call me that," offered Ron, heat rising to his face. He hated that name.
"Ron, don't threaten your brothers," Molly chastised. "And Fred, don't tease Ron."
"Yes Mum," said Fred, clearly aware his mother had identified the wrong twin.
A faint thunk came from under the table, and George winced. "I'll be good too," he said grudgingly. He cast a glare at Hermione, who continued to eat as if nothing had happened.
Hermione finished eating first and dismissed herself from the table. "I'm going to go de-gnome the garden for a bit," she announced.
"We found a great charm for that," Fred offered. "Want me to show you?"
The two of them went out to the garden, and periodically through the curtains Ron could see the flash of magic being cast. George followed them soon afterward.
Ron forced himself to eat most of the food on his plate before putting the dish in the sink to be washed.
"I'm going to go help Hermione," he said. It was a lie, and he was certain it was an obvious one, but no one said anything to the contrary. He hurried outside and off towards the storage shed.
When Ron opened the door, he thought the image of his siblings and Hermione fucking would be the worst of it. It wasn't.
Oh hell, he thought, eyes growing wide. They've turned the shed into their own private sex chamber.
So it seemed: the dust that had previously coated every available surface had disappeared, and the storage boxes had mysteriously vanished -- to be replaced by a giant bed. A second glance would've told Ron that the boxes and their contents had been transfigured into the bed that took up half the space in the shed, but he wasn't keen on paying attention to details. He was very much interested in Hermione's naked body, which was held up on display by the twins. Her back pressed into Fred's chest, shoulders held in place by one set of arms (George's, from behind Fred) while another set of arms (Fred's) held her legs spread wide apart, her knees up by her breasts. They looked like a bizarre pagan fertility god.
"You joining us?" Fred asked over Hermione's shoulder.
Ron was still disturbed by the presence of his brothers. He rationalized, though, that he wouldn't actually have to look at them. He wouldn't have to make much contact with them, for that matter; they'd be on one side of Hermione, and he'd be on the other.
If he had any lingering doubts, they dissipated when Hermione spoke. She sounded like she was struggling hard to sound composed, and she was still failing.
"Please, Ron," she said. "I want you to take me."
Ron undid his trousers. Who was he to argue with a lady's request?
He heard Hermione moan when he exposed his dick, and tried to ignore the approving whistle from Fred. He tugged his shirt off and stood a few nervous feet away.
"Tell him to touch her breasts," George hissed in a stage whisper.
"Touch her breasts!" Fred encouraged, as if Ron could have possibly missed the suggestion.
Ron went for her breasts with both hands, squeezing gently and feeling a little awkward until Hermione sighed. He looked up and saw she'd closed her eyes, the color rising in her cheeks. He squeezed a little harder, and she moaned.
One of the twins began moving their hips, and the twins and Hermione all gasped.
"Ohgod, I just want to fuck you so hard right now..."
The muffled quality of the voice indicated it was George speaking. He heard Fred reply, "Wait for it, just wait for it..." In spite of the urgings, he sounded strained.
Who knew the twins had self control? Ron thought, massaging at Hermione's right breast and dropping his other hand lower.
Ron had never touched breasts before, much less a vagina. As his fingers ran through the fur that covered her pubis, he felt his cock twitch in excitement.
He found her folds and sunk a finger into them. She was slick with pre-come, and she made the most erotic little gasping noise every time he slid his finger in and out of her. He inserted another finger, flicking them experimentally back and forth like a flutter kick. Hermione shivered and shuddered against Fred, who grunted and struggled to keep his head.
Ron thought he heard one of the twins say "Will you just stick it in already?", but he ignored them and stuck a third finger into her as well. He felt muscles tightening around his fingers that he didn't know girls had.
"Ohgod, Hermione," Fred gasped. "Don't do that, I can't..."
Hermione bit her lip. "Ron, fuck me now, please! I can't take much more of this!"
The twins made noises of emphatic agreement.
Ron pulled his fingers out of her, and imagined that same feeling on his cock.
Then he stopped thinking about it, stepped in close to her, and positioned the head of his dick against her opening. He tried to go slowly, which went against every male instinct he had; he very much wanted to begin thrusting and never stop.
Ron liked sex. He decided in that moment, as Hermione's vagina clenched and unclenched around him rapidly, that he really, really loved it. He started to thrust, but he hardly needed to; the pressure of his dick inside her, of Fred's dick inside her, of her own muscles tightening around both of them -- Hermione orgasmed, and as Ron thrust and his brother thrust, she came again.
Fred unhooked Hermione's legs from his arms and put them onto Ron's, disengaged himself from Hermione, and leaned back into George -- who gladly released Hermione as well, leaving Ron to support her on his own.
She was a lot lighter than he thought she'd be. Definitely light enough to hold with her knees next to his ears and still reasonably be able to fuck, though that didn't last much longer.
For a virgin, though, Ron thought he'd done pretty well.
He managed to shuffle over to the bed before letting Hermione go. She bounced on the mattress as she made impact, and he watched her breasts wobbling before he flopped over next to her.
"That felt amazing," she declared breathlessly.
"What did?" asked Ron.
"The sex, of course."
"Well yeah... But what part of it?"
"What do you mean, 'what part of it'?"
"Was it my part?"
Hermione giggled. "Your 'part' certainly played a part."
"Did it play a major part, though? Or just a part?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "It played a major part. I pity every girl who has a terrible first time, now. That was wonderful."
Ron felt like his ego had been sufficiently stroked when Hermione turned, looked at him, and said, "Are you ready to go again?"
Bug-eyed, he stared at her. "Are you mad? I just finished! You just orgasmed twice!"
"Three times," she corrected. "Once before you came in. And I'm not mad; I'm female, and I've got more stamina than you have."
Females are mad, Ron thought, but decided this was a bad time to say as much. Then he thought of something.
"I'm definitely done," he said. "But if you're not, I can fix that."
Hermione gave him her best 'Just try me' look. "Oh can you? Hey!"
Ron hadn't waited for a response. He'd rolled on top of her, moved down, and buried his face in her crotch. Hermione made a squeaking noise that might have been protest or surprise. This quickly became a cry of pleasure as Ron stuck his tongue out and pressed it against her clitoris. He returned his fingers to their earlier position inside of her, thrusting them in and massaging the inside. When he found a spot that made her gasp, he rubbed fervently. He kept going as she climaxed again, and didn't ease up as she came down from it -- which quickly had her rising into another one.
Finally, gasping for air and twitching from sensitivity, Hermione sat up and pushed Ron's head out of her lap.
"Okay," she said, chest still heaving. "You can." She saw the self-satisfied grin on his face, and peered down her nose at him. "You've got my come all over your chin, you know."
Ron only grinned more broadly. "Want a kiss, then? Or should I save it for the first date?"
Hermione laughed. "How backwards! Most people at least kiss first, don't they?"
"Why'd you want me to be your first?"
"Because I knew you were hung like a horse."
"Hey!"
"A bull, then."
"Hermione, that's not what I mean."
Hermione sighed resignedly. "Oh, fine. I just... did."
"For someone who is always so keen on explanations, you aren't doing a very good job at the moment."
"You're the only person I know that I really want to have sex with. I like you, Ron," she added, giving him a meaningful, heartfelt stare. She was still naked, but Ron did an admirable job of keeping his eyes at her face level. "And if I'm going to have sex -- potentially pregnancy-inducing sex -- with someone, they'd better be worth it."
Ron was still puzzling over what it was, exactly, that made him worth it, when she smirked and continued, "Besides, you're completely oblivious to girls and I knew it would take something really obvious to get your attention. Signs would be too patronizing, but nudity worked."
"Hey!"
The twins, thusfar quiet enough to be ignored, began to groan and pant against each other. Ron kept his eyes steadily in the opposite direction while Hermione watched with enthusiasm as Fred and George came, separated, and sat down on the edge of the bed, still panting and keeping very close to each other.
"When did you two start... you know... doing that?" Ron asked, wrinkling his nose in disapproval.
"Since we realized I'm the handsomest man in the world," George said seriously. "And Fred here looks just like me."
"It makes perfect sense that the two handsomest men in the world should only sleep with the best," continued Fred. "But because I was born first, technically, I'm the handsomest man in the world and it's George who looks like me."
Ron, knowing the beginning of a long and pointless argument when he saw one, got up and started dressing.
"I'm going back to the house," he said to Hermione. "Then I'm going to shower, and then I'm going to sleep."
"All right," she replied. "I'll talk to you in the morning!"
Ron jogged back to the house and tried to look as casual as possible as walked in and made for the stairs. To his relief, no one intercepted him on his way to the shower, and afterwards he only saw Ginny in the hall.
"You were out there a while," she remarked. "Did you find a nest or something?"
He remembered they were outside under the pretense of de-gnoming the lawn. "Er, yeah. Nothing we couldn't handle, though."
"That's good. On your way to bed now?"
Ron nodded. "Hurling those things takes a lot out of a person. Goodnight, Gin."
"Night, Ron."
Ron collapsed on his bed and fell heavily asleep in minutes. He had never slept so hard in his life.
*
"...So he hunches over me, sticks his face in my crotch, and starts eating me out!"
"Oh my god!"
"You have no idea. You'd think he knew what he was doing, he was so good."
"He always was very good at eating..."
"Ginny, that's awful!"
"But you're still laughing, Hermione."
"I didn't say it wasn't funny."
"So he starts eating you out..."
"He starts on that, and then he started fingering me, too -- once again, like he's had experience -- and I come another two or three times. Ron's really good in bed."
"Two or three?"
"One of them might have been two; it dipped down but didn't quite end."
"Sounds confusing... Where do you think he learned all that?"
"Pornography?"
"Hm, probably. ...So do you want to try some of that on me?"
"Ooh, can I?"
"Here, let me get the lights..."