A Thousand Apologies

Hermione catches sight of herself in the window next to Ron’s bed - their bed. There were wildflowers in her hair. Ron had pulled out the twigs and put flowers in her hair. She loved him so much.

“Ron…” Hermione’s voice was a croak, overcome with emotion but Ron must have taken it for admonition cause he quickly apologised.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before apparating you here. Are yo..” His words were lost when he looked at her. She felt, to her embarrassment, her eyes tearing up. “What?” Ron asked, concerned,

“I love you.” Hermione had the insane urge to laugh, looking at Ron’s face. Why does he always looks so stunned, so surprised to hear her say it? Wasn’t it obvious?

And then it hit her. He didn’t think she could love him. He didn’t believe it. She wanted him to know that he was more than worthy of her love. That he deserved everything in the world. But she couldn’t say all that.

“I love you Ron,” Hermione urged him to believe. It was all she could say. “I love you. I love you.”

Something shifted in his gaze and he moved towards her. He kissed her with such force, she fell back on the bed. She kissed him back, tangling her fingers in his hair. He groaned and pressed himself even closer to her.  Hermione felt overwhelmed, like every time they snogged. He was everywhere. His hair in her fingers. His lips on hers. His fingers digging into her waist. Skin touching skin. His smell engulfing her senses. It was always too much and she always wanted more.

When they broke apart to take a breath, Ron immediately latched his lips on her neck. He nibbled and bit at a spot that made her moan a sound that surprised Hermione herself. Her hand pushed his face even closer to her neck. He kissed and sucked and licked and Hermione knew they have started something that wouldn’t be in her power to stop.

She pulled his body down over her with her legs draping over his. He was panting and his weight presses her down into the mattress. It was a delicious feeling, she never thought she would enjoy so much. He was so warm as if he had swallowed the sun they were sitting out in. All her senses were focused on him.

Ron! Ron! Ron! Her mind kept chanting. He was kissing her face when he leaned back and looked straight into her eyes. His pupils were blown and there was a sincerity in his expression that made Hermione want to hug him.

“I love you Hermione.”

He kept looking at her as if daring her to challenge him. But she couldn’t challenge it. She knew it was the truth. He loved her. He had shown it to her in countless ways. It seemed stupid to her that she ever doubted it. It was clear as day. Ron loved her. She hoped her love was just this apparent. She would show him. She will make him see.

She pulled him down and kissed him softly trying to put all the things she was unable to say out loud in it. The kiss was not hurried or frantic like before. It was slow and soft and so intense.

Ron’s fingers peeled the shirt off her body.  He kissed down her chest and hovered over her bra clad breasts.

“Tell me when you want to stop”, he grunted.

“What?”

He looked at her then.

“You’ll tell me when to stop?”

“I don’t want to stop.” Hermione took advantage of the little space between them and undid the bra she was wearing before she could start thinking.

“Fuck!” The expletive was barely audible as his lips came crashing down on hers. He sucked on her lower lips till she parted her lips and he snuck his tongue in her mouth.

Hermione knew and expected sex to be over whelming. She knew it would be intense but she never imagined this total abandon she was feeling. This lack of rhyme or reason. She wasn’t thinking about anything but how to touch more of him. Her skin was on fire and she could actually focus on all the places Ron was touching her. His skin was so warm and the way his mouth was working with hers had her panting and sweating.

He moved down her body, kissing her neck, her sternum, her breasts just around the tips. Anticipation built inside her. When his tongue licked at her her nipple, she actually cried out and arched her body up towards him.

“Is this ok?” She could only nod in answer.

He pulled her nipple in his mouth. He licked on it sweetly, circling his tongue around it, pulling it to a hard peak. Hermione grabbed his hair to urge him to go faster. He started sucking on it and Hermione felt like she was going to lose her mind.

“Shit you like this.”

“Mhhmmm.”

“What do you want Hermione? Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you,” Ron was muttering against her breasts.

“You. I want you. Fuck Ron, I don’t…mmmph!” He had cut her mid-sentence by another demanding kiss.

“You haven’t done this before, have you?” He whispered against her mouth. She felt a blush heat her already hot face. She shook her head. He pulled away from her to look at her.

“I mean… with Vicky?” His ears were bright red now and he couldn’t look at her.

“Ron are you daft? I was fifteen!” She propped herself on her elbows and glared at him. He rubbed his neck but looked relieved. They kept silent for a moment and then a horrible thought entered Hermione’s stupid brain.

Had he done it? With…

“Have you done it Ron? With Lavender?” There was accusation and betrayal in her voice and she didn’t care if it wasn’t her business what they did when they were together. Everything about Ron was her business and she would never ever ever forgi…

“What! We did.. No.. I mean Lav and I..”

“Lav? LAV?!”

“Fuck...”

“Fuck? Did you fuck her Ron? What did you and Lav do?”

“No! Would you let me talk?”

A different kind of heat was rushing in her chest. She  sat up and crossed her arms quite forgetting that she was not wearing any top. He took a breath.

“We did do other stuff but we never had sex,” Ron said clearly.

“What other stuff?”

“That’s between Lav…ender and I.” He didn’t look away.

Immediately Hermione felt stupid. It really wasn’t her business what Ron and Lavender did or didn’t do. Why did she react so childishly? He looked a little scared as if waiting for her to tell him off.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a low voice. He looked surprised.

He looked so cute, she kissed him. She kissed his freckles then his nose and bit him lightly on his lips. He chuckled and grabbed her chin with one hand and gave her a long, deep kiss.

“I wanted it to be you,” he mumbled in her mouth. Hermione’s heart fluttered.

“I wanted it to be you too.”

Hermione pulled his shirt off. She put her hands on his chest. He was so tall. His hair had gotten so long now. She could easily grip it in her hands. He had gotten thin but he was still pretty solid. There were freckles all over his chest and shoulders. The scars of the brains spiraled around his torso and she could feel them faintly under her fingertips. His lashes were were golden with the sunlight falling on his face. He was beautiful and he was hers.

They were entangled with each other. Ron slid his hand down her stomach under her pants. He moved his finger along her slit.

“You are so wet,” he sounded surprised. She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped nervously. “Fuck.”

Hermione started moaning his name as he moved his finger faster. She couldn’t even gather herself enough to be mortified by the neediness in her voice. She couldn’t think anything but his fingers touching her, his lips kissing her.

“Show me how you like it,” Ron muttered as he pulled her hand down to meet his. He covered her hand with his as Hermione started rubbing her clit, Ron’s hand adding extra weight and pressure. His finger traced how Hermione touched herself. He kept looking at her face to see how she was reacting. Hermione shut her eyes as he took over, moving his fingers faster on her. She started mumbling nonsense as pleasure pooled in her stomach moving downwards. Her hips were moving on their own accord. She brought his other hand to her tits but he did her one better. He clamped his mouth around her nipple and sucked hard.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuc…k! Roooon! I am gonna...”

He moved to her other tit..

“Yes. Cum for me love,” he pushed two fingers inside her.

Pleasure shot through her like fireworks. Her body arched up away from the bed. Ron kept rubbing her,.sending aftershocks through her body. He stopped when she dropped back to the bed and went limp.

“That was bloody brilliant Hermione.”

She opened her eyes and saw him stroking his cock over his pants. She could see the outline and gulped when she realised how big he was and how hard. His two fingers had felt like a tight fit. How was that gonna fit?

“Sorry. I just need to take care of this. This was too hot for me,” his voice was strained. He started to move away. She grabbed his arm.

“Where are you going?”

“I just…” He gestured at his tented pants.

“ I thought we were…”

“You still want to?”

She pulled him down and kissed him hard.

“I said I wanted you. I want this Ron. Please,” she touched his hard length over his pants. He made a choked sound. Emboldened, Hermione pulled the pants down and wrapped her hand around his shaft. How was it so hard and soft at the same time.

“Bloody fuckin…g fuck! Hermione!”

She starts to move her hands up and down. He kissed her hard, biting her almost painfully, his fingers tangling in her hair. She likes that she could make him feel so reckless just with her hands. She starts pumping faster.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

He was swearing profusely and started bucking his hips in her hand. She kept going for a few minutes but then he stilled her hands. He looked her straight in the eyes.

“Its going to hurt.” Hermione nodded looking down at his length.

“Do you want to stop?” Her eyes flew to his face, in panic.

“No! Do you?”

“I don’t think I even know how to stop. I’ve wanted this for so long Hermione, you don’t even know. Are you sure?”

“Yes.” There is no doubt, no hesitation. She’s tired of waiting. She runs her thumb over the tip of his cock and he moans. He grabs her by the waist and pushes her down getting between her legs. He pulls down her panties and locking eyes with her, enters her in a swift, smooth move. She feels the pinch and then the pain. He stills inside her and lets out a stream of curses.

“Fuck Hermione! This is.. You feel so good,” he looks down at her twisted face. “You’re in pain,” he sounds terrified. “What should I do?”

“Just give me a second,” Hermione manages to choke out. Hermione feels really full. He is too big. It feels impossible that he could fit inside her. Ron’s hands that were gripping her hips tightened their hold. Hermione focused on the pressure of his fingers. “Move.”

He pulled out slowly and then pushed in again. It feels sore and she winces.

“Shit I’m going to stop.”

“No! No just keep moving.” She puts a hand on his chest and felt his heart beating frantically. He starts moving slowly and then started picking pace as if he couldn’t hold back. Hermione focused on his heartbeat and felt the soreness giving way to another sensation. The pain was ebbing away as his thrusts got faster.

“Hermione you feel so good,” he moaned in between thrusts. He put his thumb back on her clit and started rubbing. He is slamming into her more forcefully. It feels impossibly good.  She needs more. She pulls her knees up instinctively and he slides in even deeper. They both groan at the sensation.

He starts to pump into her even harder. She is being pushed back on the mattress, feeling utterly ravaged. There is a mad look on his face, his eyes darker than she had even seen them. She wants to close her eyes but she can’t look away from him. She wants to say something but for once all words were lost to her. She could only moan his name and get drunk on the small grunts he makes when he thrusts into her.

He leaves her clit and grabs her hands and pins them down. He shifts and the angle changes and she cries out. It feels too intense. He is hitting something deep inside her.

“Fuck fuck Hermione. I’m gonna cum,” his voice was husky and low. His thrusts getting erratic and faster. Hermione had never seen Ron like this. So unrestrained and manic, chasing his pleasure, literally slamming it out from her. She wanted to give him more.

Hermione looked down at where they were joined and found the sight extremely satisfying. Ron chokes on his moans as he cums. His eyes close and head tilts back and his body trembles.

He thrusts get slower as he comes down from his high. He lets go of her hands and grabs her hips again.

“Are you close?” He is panting but he is still hard inside her. He leans down and kisses her. The angle makes it so that each of his thrusts hits her clit too. She crying out again feeling her orgasm rushing through her like a huge wave. Its different than what she was used to. The kiss gets sloppy and drinks in all her gasps and moans and groans. When she cums she bites his lip hard, pulling him down on herself completely.

He rests his head on her chest. Ron’s weight pinned her to the bed but she loved the feeling. She runs her hand through his hair while they caught their breathes. Hermione wished she could stay like this forever. With Ron all over and around her, his breath on her skin and her name on his lips.

“How was this so good?”

“Because it was us.”