To Err is Human, to Forgive, Divine NC-17 by queen23more
Title: To Err is Human, to Forgive, Divine
Author: queen23more
Team: Team Summer
Prompts: Howler and Restricted Section
Pairing/Genre: Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2231
Warnings: Sexual content, strong language
A/N: Well, this is nothing like the original thought or two that popped into my head after picking my prompts, but the others just wouldn’t cooperate/were lame/lost their ‘bounce’ way early. Sending so many thanks to grownuphermione for being the super quick, super awesome beta, to lnalvgd for listening to me whine about not being able to write, and to the awesome fabulous mods for everything you’ve done in making this fest happen and providing us with lots of Ron love for 31 days in a row!! And of course, the title is borrowed from Alexander Pope.
To Err is Human, to Forgive, Divine
“RON WEASLEY - YOU INSENSITIVE GIT! HOW COULD YOU? SHE DIDN’T ADMIT IT, BUT I KNOW SHE WAITED FOR YOU ALL DAY! AND YOU DID NOTHING! YOU’D BETTER FIX THIS AND FIX IT QUICK!”
Ron cringed as the howler burst into flames and his sister’s voice finally stopped shrieking.
Oh bloody - FUCK! he thought. What the hell do I do now?
He looked toward Harry and George, who stood there dumbfounded for just a few seconds before George finally spoke.
“Oi, we are in trouble…”
“Sod off, George!” Ron muttered, his face red with humiliation. “It’s not like I meant to or anything. I just … forgot.”
“You forgot her birthday?” George asked in disbelief. “Your first one as a proper boyfriend, and you forgot?” He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head slowly. “You’re a disgrace to a generation of Weasley men.”
“It isn’t as though I’ve been sitting on my arse, stuffing my face with Chocolate Frogs, “ Ron huffed defensively. “I have been busy, you know. Two jobs, remember?” He held up two fingers exaggeratedly to emphasize his point.
“Yeah, yeah, we know,” George said, rolling his eyes. He nodded toward Harry. “But he’s just as busy as you, and I’ll bet he didn’t forget.”
Harry, who was still standing there, surveying the scene and grimacing, was more diplomatic. “Um … sorry, Ron. Reckon I should have reminded you or something…” he muttered, looking down at his trainers.
“Oh, you reckon?” Ron asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You remembered?”
“Well, yeah,” Harry admitted uneasily.
“And I suppose you sent a gift, didn’t you?”
“Well, uh … yeah.”
Ron took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.
He was buggered. Well and truly buggered. He might’ve made some enormous blunders in the past, but this was different, and there was no way Hermione would ever forget - or let him forget, for that matter, no matter if it never happened again - that this particular year, he forgot her birthday.
He looked between Harry and George dejectedly. “What am I going to do?” he muttered to neither of them in particular.
“You think of something - and quick - then get your arse up to Hogwarts and beg her forgiveness,” Harry suggested.
“You’ll have to use every ounce of charm you’ve got, and maybe she’ll forgive you.” George slung his arm around Ron’s shoulder and sighed. “But don’t expect her to let you off the hook for this one too quickly. It’s never a good thing to forget your girlfriend’s birthday, Ron.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Just over two hours later, Ron stood outside the door to the library, taking a deep breath before slowly pulling it open and walking inside. Ginny had assured him that Hermione was there studying and that she’d be alone, sitting in the back near the Restricted Section.
He only hoped that she didn’t hex him the minute she laid eyes upon him.
He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten her birthday.
He’d known what he wanted to do long before she returned to Hogwarts three weeks ago. But business was booming at the shop, and then there had been an unannounced overnight training exercise with the Aurors, and when he’d returned the previous afternoon, the date had escaped him and now it was gone.
He rounded the last row of books and found her precisely where he’d expected and where Ginny had said she’d be. He patted his pocket, where he’d tucked the small, carefully wrapped package he bought for her two months earlier, and took a few tentative steps toward her.
As if she sensed his presence, Hermione looked up and smiled brightly.
“Ron!”
She leapt up from the table and ran over, nearly knocking him over as she leapt into his arms and kissed him wildly. “What are you doing here?”
Ron’s eyes were wide and he was looking at her oddly when he set her down. “Well … I, uh … Hermione, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Her expression changed from surprised to confused. “What’s wrong?”
He stared at her incredulously. “’What’s wrong?’ Hermione … I forgot your birthday yesterday. Well, I didn’t forget about it, but … I missed it.”
“Is that all?” she said, the excited smile returning to her face. “It’s all right, Ron. Really.”
“But… Ginny sent a howler and said you waited all day and were disappointed and…”
Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes as she reached up and began running her fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe Ginny sent a howler. I told her not to say anything.”
His mind was racing. This whole scene was surreal. Could she really not be angry?
Ron stilled her hand, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Hermione -”
“I know how busy you are, Ron,” she interrupted, resuming her movements in his hair. “Harry told me in his owl about your schedule and that he’s hardly seen you outside of training.” She began trailing kisses along his jaw. “I’m terribly proud of you.”
“So you really aren’t upset?” he asked, the thought that she might really not be angry with him starting to sink in.
“I promise,” Hermione assured him, pulling his face down to meet hers in another kiss while she guided him by the hand until she was seated on the edge of the table with Ron standing between her legs. His hands rested on her thighs then slipped around to her bum when she crushed her body against his, and he fought the urge to lay her back on the table and shag her senseless.
Thanking his lucky stars that she understood, that she wasn’t about to hex him, and that he - and he alone if he had anything to say about it - would be the only person allowed to kiss her ever again, Ron followed Hermione’s lead and began stroking his tongue against hers. She practically melted into his body and he squeezed her bum, putting her lower body into direct contact with his.
Moments later, Hermione tore her lips from his. “Ron,” she breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she looked at him with a mixture of love and lust in her eyes, “I’m ecstatic you’re here.”
The smoldering look and the sounds of her whimpers and the breathlessness in her voice combined with the hypnotic way her breasts moved up and down against his chest went straight to his cock, and Ron’s willpower began to falter in earnest. He needed to distract himself and quick.
“I brought you …” he reached into his pocket and pulled out her gift, holding it up between them. “Here. Happy birthday, Hermione.”
She beamed as she opened it, holding up the long silver chain between them with one hand and gingerly stroking the dainty charm dangling from it with her other. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“Oh, Ron.”
“I got it when we were in Australia. You probably already know, but the charm is -”
“It’s an opal,” she finished. “But I’ve never seen a black one before.” She leaned forward and kissed him passionately. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
Ron returned her kiss enthusiastically, wondering how far she’d let him take things before stopping him. They were in the library, after all, and he doubted Hermione would consent to anything more than heavy snogging, and he was surprised that she’d allowed that much.
But she’d been the one to initiate the snogging, giving him hope that she just might let things proceed, and who was he to argue. Expecting her to stop him but hoping that she wouldn’t, Ron slipped his hands between them to cup her, his thumbs flicking her nipples. But instead of being stopped, his actions elicited more of those enticing sounds, and he was even more encouraged when she arched into his touch and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Hermione broke their kiss and ran her tongue along the outer shell of his ear. “I miss you, Ron. I think of you all the time. What it would be like, to have you here with me,” she whispered. He shivered as she ran her fingernails up and down his arms and shoulder blades. “And I’ve dreamed about being here, like this, with you.” She sat back and looked him in the eye.
“Have you? Ever considered it? What it would be like to be here, with me?”
Ron hesitated only a moment before answering, weighing whether he should be truthful and admit that at least once daily from the time he was fourteen, he’d imagined what it would be like to catch Hermione alone in the library and all the things he would do to and with her over one of the tables or up against one of the shelves.
“Yes,” he answered with a grin, which she returned with one of her own, accompanied by a blush over her cheeks. “More often than you’d believe.”
Hermione took his face between her hands, fixing him with a steely gaze, and Ron was taken slightly aback at the depth of emotion he saw. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Ron. Just once,” she said wistfully.
“I love your face,” she whispered between kisses.
“Your eyes…” She leaned forward and Ron closed his eyes, allowing her to kiss each eyelid.
“And your nose…” He opened his eyes as she pressed a soft kiss against the tip of his nose.
“And each and every freckle…” She traced her fingertip over his cheek in a random pattern of her making.
“And this…” She ran her thumbs over the stubble along his jawline.
“And these…” She sighed, her lips against his lightly at first, teasing him with each touch as the intensity increased and they were kissing almost desperately.
Ron’s hands suddenly worked of their own accord, moving up her legs, his thumbs caressing the inside of her thighs, converging at her knickers. He massaged her through the fabric, her moans and heavy breathing spurring him on to hook his fingers under the elastic and tug..
Hermione lifted her hips, her eyes now focused intently on his. Ron pulled the knickers down her legs and shoved them halfway into his pocket, encouraged when she spread her thighs wider and scooted to the very edge of the table.
Taking her invitation, he slipped his fingers inside of her and held back the moan from deep in his throat. She was so hot and wet and smooth and tight. And her scent - he was intoxicated by the mixture of both sweet and musky - and without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, removed his fingers, and replaced them with his tongue.
“Oh god, Ron!”
If he’d thought the sounds of her whimpers fueled his lust, they were nothing compared to the white hot ache he felt in his cock at the sounds of her moaning his name and fighting unsuccessfully to steady her breathing. Her thighs tightened around his head and he felt her fingers in his hair as he licked and sucked on her clit before thrusting his tongue inside of her, taking her over the edge in a matter of mere minutes.
He continued lapping at her greedily as she came, glancing up at her through his fringe. The sight of Hermione - his Hermione - with her head thrown back and her fingers stroking her nipple through her bra as she came was almost more than he could take, and he reached down, unfastened his trousers, and stroked his terribly hard cock.
“Come up here,” she moaned, tugging on his hair. “Please.”
Ron stood and was immediately pulled into a wild kiss and Hermione licked the wetness from his mouth hungrily.
“Now,” she ordered, reaching between them and pushing his hand away from his cock and replacing it with her own while using her feet to slide his trousers down his legs before hooking her ankles around his now bare arse. “I need you now.”
Needing no further invitation, Ron slammed into her, causing both of them to gasp. He began an intense pace, pulling out of her completely before thrusting into her again, each of them moaning in pleasure every time entered her.
The sheer brilliance of being inside of Hermione after the three weeks they’d spent apart, coupled with the knowledge that they were well and truly fucking in the library, brought Ron quickly to the brink. As if she could read his mind, Hermione sank her teeth into his neck and suckled while tightening her hold on his hips with her legs and ankles, and the mixture of pleasure and pain drove him over.
“Hermione!” he growled, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and burying his cock as deeply inside her as possible. “So fucking … fuck!”
Her fingers caressed his face lovingly once more, and she unhooked her ankles, leaving her legs wrapped around him, but loosened. Ron’s breathing began to steady and he placed loving kisses up the side of her neck.
“I can see why the library is one of your favorite places,” he muttered with a chuckle. “Gotta admit it ranks near the top for me too now.”
“That’s good to know.” Hermione laughed quietly. “And Ron?”
“Yeah?”
“Feel free to forget my birthday every year if that’s how you plan to make it up to me.”
Author: queen23more
Team: Team Summer
Prompts: Howler and Restricted Section
Pairing/Genre: Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2231
Warnings: Sexual content, strong language
A/N: Well, this is nothing like the original thought or two that popped into my head after picking my prompts, but the others just wouldn’t cooperate/were lame/lost their ‘bounce’ way early. Sending so many thanks to grownuphermione for being the super quick, super awesome beta, to lnalvgd for listening to me whine about not being able to write, and to the awesome fabulous mods for everything you’ve done in making this fest happen and providing us with lots of Ron love for 31 days in a row!! And of course, the title is borrowed from Alexander Pope.
To Err is Human, to Forgive, Divine
“RON WEASLEY - YOU INSENSITIVE GIT! HOW COULD YOU? SHE DIDN’T ADMIT IT, BUT I KNOW SHE WAITED FOR YOU ALL DAY! AND YOU DID NOTHING! YOU’D BETTER FIX THIS AND FIX IT QUICK!”
Ron cringed as the howler burst into flames and his sister’s voice finally stopped shrieking.
Oh bloody - FUCK! he thought. What the hell do I do now?
He looked toward Harry and George, who stood there dumbfounded for just a few seconds before George finally spoke.
“Oi, we are in trouble…”
“Sod off, George!” Ron muttered, his face red with humiliation. “It’s not like I meant to or anything. I just … forgot.”
“You forgot her birthday?” George asked in disbelief. “Your first one as a proper boyfriend, and you forgot?” He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head slowly. “You’re a disgrace to a generation of Weasley men.”
“It isn’t as though I’ve been sitting on my arse, stuffing my face with Chocolate Frogs, “ Ron huffed defensively. “I have been busy, you know. Two jobs, remember?” He held up two fingers exaggeratedly to emphasize his point.
“Yeah, yeah, we know,” George said, rolling his eyes. He nodded toward Harry. “But he’s just as busy as you, and I’ll bet he didn’t forget.”
Harry, who was still standing there, surveying the scene and grimacing, was more diplomatic. “Um … sorry, Ron. Reckon I should have reminded you or something…” he muttered, looking down at his trainers.
“Oh, you reckon?” Ron asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You remembered?”
“Well, yeah,” Harry admitted uneasily.
“And I suppose you sent a gift, didn’t you?”
“Well, uh … yeah.”
Ron took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.
He was buggered. Well and truly buggered. He might’ve made some enormous blunders in the past, but this was different, and there was no way Hermione would ever forget - or let him forget, for that matter, no matter if it never happened again - that this particular year, he forgot her birthday.
He looked between Harry and George dejectedly. “What am I going to do?” he muttered to neither of them in particular.
“You think of something - and quick - then get your arse up to Hogwarts and beg her forgiveness,” Harry suggested.
“You’ll have to use every ounce of charm you’ve got, and maybe she’ll forgive you.” George slung his arm around Ron’s shoulder and sighed. “But don’t expect her to let you off the hook for this one too quickly. It’s never a good thing to forget your girlfriend’s birthday, Ron.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Just over two hours later, Ron stood outside the door to the library, taking a deep breath before slowly pulling it open and walking inside. Ginny had assured him that Hermione was there studying and that she’d be alone, sitting in the back near the Restricted Section.
He only hoped that she didn’t hex him the minute she laid eyes upon him.
He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten her birthday.
He’d known what he wanted to do long before she returned to Hogwarts three weeks ago. But business was booming at the shop, and then there had been an unannounced overnight training exercise with the Aurors, and when he’d returned the previous afternoon, the date had escaped him and now it was gone.
He rounded the last row of books and found her precisely where he’d expected and where Ginny had said she’d be. He patted his pocket, where he’d tucked the small, carefully wrapped package he bought for her two months earlier, and took a few tentative steps toward her.
As if she sensed his presence, Hermione looked up and smiled brightly.
“Ron!”
She leapt up from the table and ran over, nearly knocking him over as she leapt into his arms and kissed him wildly. “What are you doing here?”
Ron’s eyes were wide and he was looking at her oddly when he set her down. “Well … I, uh … Hermione, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Her expression changed from surprised to confused. “What’s wrong?”
He stared at her incredulously. “’What’s wrong?’ Hermione … I forgot your birthday yesterday. Well, I didn’t forget about it, but … I missed it.”
“Is that all?” she said, the excited smile returning to her face. “It’s all right, Ron. Really.”
“But… Ginny sent a howler and said you waited all day and were disappointed and…”
Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes as she reached up and began running her fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe Ginny sent a howler. I told her not to say anything.”
His mind was racing. This whole scene was surreal. Could she really not be angry?
Ron stilled her hand, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Hermione -”
“I know how busy you are, Ron,” she interrupted, resuming her movements in his hair. “Harry told me in his owl about your schedule and that he’s hardly seen you outside of training.” She began trailing kisses along his jaw. “I’m terribly proud of you.”
“So you really aren’t upset?” he asked, the thought that she might really not be angry with him starting to sink in.
“I promise,” Hermione assured him, pulling his face down to meet hers in another kiss while she guided him by the hand until she was seated on the edge of the table with Ron standing between her legs. His hands rested on her thighs then slipped around to her bum when she crushed her body against his, and he fought the urge to lay her back on the table and shag her senseless.
Thanking his lucky stars that she understood, that she wasn’t about to hex him, and that he - and he alone if he had anything to say about it - would be the only person allowed to kiss her ever again, Ron followed Hermione’s lead and began stroking his tongue against hers. She practically melted into his body and he squeezed her bum, putting her lower body into direct contact with his.
Moments later, Hermione tore her lips from his. “Ron,” she breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she looked at him with a mixture of love and lust in her eyes, “I’m ecstatic you’re here.”
The smoldering look and the sounds of her whimpers and the breathlessness in her voice combined with the hypnotic way her breasts moved up and down against his chest went straight to his cock, and Ron’s willpower began to falter in earnest. He needed to distract himself and quick.
“I brought you …” he reached into his pocket and pulled out her gift, holding it up between them. “Here. Happy birthday, Hermione.”
She beamed as she opened it, holding up the long silver chain between them with one hand and gingerly stroking the dainty charm dangling from it with her other. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“Oh, Ron.”
“I got it when we were in Australia. You probably already know, but the charm is -”
“It’s an opal,” she finished. “But I’ve never seen a black one before.” She leaned forward and kissed him passionately. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
Ron returned her kiss enthusiastically, wondering how far she’d let him take things before stopping him. They were in the library, after all, and he doubted Hermione would consent to anything more than heavy snogging, and he was surprised that she’d allowed that much.
But she’d been the one to initiate the snogging, giving him hope that she just might let things proceed, and who was he to argue. Expecting her to stop him but hoping that she wouldn’t, Ron slipped his hands between them to cup her, his thumbs flicking her nipples. But instead of being stopped, his actions elicited more of those enticing sounds, and he was even more encouraged when she arched into his touch and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Hermione broke their kiss and ran her tongue along the outer shell of his ear. “I miss you, Ron. I think of you all the time. What it would be like, to have you here with me,” she whispered. He shivered as she ran her fingernails up and down his arms and shoulder blades. “And I’ve dreamed about being here, like this, with you.” She sat back and looked him in the eye.
“Have you? Ever considered it? What it would be like to be here, with me?”
Ron hesitated only a moment before answering, weighing whether he should be truthful and admit that at least once daily from the time he was fourteen, he’d imagined what it would be like to catch Hermione alone in the library and all the things he would do to and with her over one of the tables or up against one of the shelves.
“Yes,” he answered with a grin, which she returned with one of her own, accompanied by a blush over her cheeks. “More often than you’d believe.”
Hermione took his face between her hands, fixing him with a steely gaze, and Ron was taken slightly aback at the depth of emotion he saw. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Ron. Just once,” she said wistfully.
“I love your face,” she whispered between kisses.
“Your eyes…” She leaned forward and Ron closed his eyes, allowing her to kiss each eyelid.
“And your nose…” He opened his eyes as she pressed a soft kiss against the tip of his nose.
“And each and every freckle…” She traced her fingertip over his cheek in a random pattern of her making.
“And this…” She ran her thumbs over the stubble along his jawline.
“And these…” She sighed, her lips against his lightly at first, teasing him with each touch as the intensity increased and they were kissing almost desperately.
Ron’s hands suddenly worked of their own accord, moving up her legs, his thumbs caressing the inside of her thighs, converging at her knickers. He massaged her through the fabric, her moans and heavy breathing spurring him on to hook his fingers under the elastic and tug..
Hermione lifted her hips, her eyes now focused intently on his. Ron pulled the knickers down her legs and shoved them halfway into his pocket, encouraged when she spread her thighs wider and scooted to the very edge of the table.
Taking her invitation, he slipped his fingers inside of her and held back the moan from deep in his throat. She was so hot and wet and smooth and tight. And her scent - he was intoxicated by the mixture of both sweet and musky - and without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, removed his fingers, and replaced them with his tongue.
“Oh god, Ron!”
If he’d thought the sounds of her whimpers fueled his lust, they were nothing compared to the white hot ache he felt in his cock at the sounds of her moaning his name and fighting unsuccessfully to steady her breathing. Her thighs tightened around his head and he felt her fingers in his hair as he licked and sucked on her clit before thrusting his tongue inside of her, taking her over the edge in a matter of mere minutes.
He continued lapping at her greedily as she came, glancing up at her through his fringe. The sight of Hermione - his Hermione - with her head thrown back and her fingers stroking her nipple through her bra as she came was almost more than he could take, and he reached down, unfastened his trousers, and stroked his terribly hard cock.
“Come up here,” she moaned, tugging on his hair. “Please.”
Ron stood and was immediately pulled into a wild kiss and Hermione licked the wetness from his mouth hungrily.
“Now,” she ordered, reaching between them and pushing his hand away from his cock and replacing it with her own while using her feet to slide his trousers down his legs before hooking her ankles around his now bare arse. “I need you now.”
Needing no further invitation, Ron slammed into her, causing both of them to gasp. He began an intense pace, pulling out of her completely before thrusting into her again, each of them moaning in pleasure every time entered her.
The sheer brilliance of being inside of Hermione after the three weeks they’d spent apart, coupled with the knowledge that they were well and truly fucking in the library, brought Ron quickly to the brink. As if she could read his mind, Hermione sank her teeth into his neck and suckled while tightening her hold on his hips with her legs and ankles, and the mixture of pleasure and pain drove him over.
“Hermione!” he growled, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and burying his cock as deeply inside her as possible. “So fucking … fuck!”
Her fingers caressed his face lovingly once more, and she unhooked her ankles, leaving her legs wrapped around him, but loosened. Ron’s breathing began to steady and he placed loving kisses up the side of her neck.
“I can see why the library is one of your favorite places,” he muttered with a chuckle. “Gotta admit it ranks near the top for me too now.”
“That’s good to know.” Hermione laughed quietly. “And Ron?”
“Yeah?”
“Feel free to forget my birthday every year if that’s how you plan to make it up to me.”