Potion Room
“There! That should do it!” Hermione celebrated as her project finally came to a close. It was already nighttime at Hogwarts and she was still in the potions room, working away at her project due in the morning. She had been working all week and wanted the best results. After adding the finishing product she knew the only way to test if it worked was to try it herself so she slowly drew the spoon to her mouth prepared herself for the effects and downed a spoonful of her potion. Luckily she did not notice any immediate changes, but as the air shifted in the room, someone walked in. Turning around, Hermione saw Ron standing in the doorway. He immediately walked over.
“Bloody hell– Mione what are you doing here so late?” Ron asked her, but she could only think of one thing. “Wowowow Mione are you ok?”
“Ron, help me sit up!” She begged, slurring her words.
“What the fuck? Are you drunk?” he asked, but she could only smile.
“I made a potion and drank it and it makes me feel really good…” she explained. His ears perked up and he slowly walked over to her cauldron, looking for a good time. He secretly took a sip and felt the effects set in after a couple of seconds.
“Ron what are you doiinggg?” She asked, giggling as she stumbled over to him as he sat on top of the desk next to her project.
“I’m sleeping,” he replied laughing too, with little hiccups scattered through his sentence. Hermione admired Ron’s laugh, actually, she just admired Ron. In this intoxicated state, she was more likely to tell him her desires so she went for it.
“You’re really cute,” she said, he turned bright red.
“What?” he asked, shocked.
“Kiss me” she stated, getting in his face. He followed her orders kissing her passionately, but sloppily, flipping her to be the one on the desk. As he kissed her he felt himself letting go and giving in to the movements. He began to slowly move his hips against hers as they kissed, thrusting against her. She moaned at the connection.
“Oh ‘Mione, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this with you…,” Ron whispered in her ear before hissing her neck softly sending chills down her spine. He slowly backed away and began to unbutton his shirt, and as Hermione watched him reveal his chest she slowly started circulating her fingers around her clit. She needed stimulation and she needed it now. She laid back against the desk, continuing to masturbate in front of Ron. He looked up to see her rubbing her underwear and massaging her breast right in front of him and instead of turning red, he felt a need to take control, something he had never felt before. He threw his shirt off fully and grabbed Hermione's hand which was giving her pleasure. She moaned at the broken contact begging for him to allow her to continue.
“Pleaseee Ron, I need it,” she begged him trying to bring her hand back, but he stood his ground.
“Not while I am here you don’t,” he said with a bark in his voice, ripping off her panties. She let out a gasp at the chilly air against her bare skin and turned pink from embarrassment. No one had ever seen her private places before, but she wasn’t complaining. As the warmth of Ron’s tongue pressed against her, she let out a moan from the changes in temperature. She began to shake as he twirled his tongue around her clit. He held her legs still as he continued his dinner, slowly holding his tongue at her entrance. Her sloppy moans told him it was okay to continue and he slowly slid his tongue inside of her. She moaned loudly at the entrance.
“Ron! Oh, Christ's sake!” she yelled through a moan, her back arching. He twirled his tongue up and down inside of her, slowly nibbling at her lips. As she came close to finishing already he slowly pulled his tongue out of her and smiled down at her.
“Tasty,” he said, thrusting one of his fingers inside of her, causing her body to jolt at the surprise. He twirled his finger around before pulling it out and slowly licking it up and down. Hermione turned Beet red looking at what she has become. Ron noticed her becoming uncomfortable and pulled her to sit upright before holding her chin and looking into her eyes.
“It’s ok Hermione, I am not judging you, I am having a good time,” he said before planting a kiss on her lips. This calmed her down and she kissed him back, slowly unbuttoning her own shirt, revealing her pink laced bra. Ron grew hungry at the sight of Hermione in just a bra, a tie, and a folded-up short skirt. He unclasped the bra, leaned down to her breasts, and began to suck, leaving his mark. She winced at the pain of his slow sucking against her skin, but the pleasure set in and she loved the feeling. As he sucked her breasts she moved her head to the side and began to suck his neck, leaving a mark in a rather visible spot. She giggled, knowing how obvious the spot was. He finished by planting a mark right in between her breasts and kissed down her stomachs line. She arched her back at this movement and grabbed his face by the chin, pulling him back up for a kiss. She slowly got up off of the potions table and got on her knees, pulling down Ron’s pants to reveal his underwear. He had a massive bulge fighting against his underwear to stay concealed. He felt Hermione’s soft hands slowly rub against his bulge and he couldn’t take it anymore, he slowly released his dick, which flung out to freedom.
She let out a giggle as she slowly started to rub her hands up and down his dick, focusing on the tip. She saw the precum appearing and slowly licked it off. The feeling of her warm mouth on his tip was too much. He just wanted to buck into her mouth and fuck it like he wanted to fuck her vagina. He held back, slowly pressing his hand against her head and guiding her down his dick. As he did so he let out a long sigh and she slowly began bobbing her head on his dick, each time her breasts bounced up and down with the momentum. She looked up at Ron as her head bobbed and the sight of her submissive nature made Ron go wild.
He felt a need for more and began to thrust into her mouth, sending his dick down her throat. She gagged against it and held herself against his thighs. He moaned loudly at the exercise, yelling, “Hermione you’re perfect! Eugh!” His moans made her feel good as her eyes rolled back and she gagged against his dick. As he came close to finishing, she felt the cum start to come squirting into her throat. She gagged even more against it as he stopped fucking her throat and let the cum squirt down her throat, not even giving her a chance to swallow. He left his dick in her throat until it fully deflated. When he pulled out, she fell forwards, tired from the mix of intoxication and her throat hurt like hell. He got onto the floor with her, lifting her up into his lap. His dick pressed against her exposed vagina and almost made him go feral again, but he held back and kissed her as she lay against him.
He kissed her neck and left a couple of hickeys to finish it off. He laid her on the floor carefully as he grabbed his pants, putting them on before he slowly slid his own shirt over Hermione. He had PJs on, so she was comfortable in the shirt. He picked up her underwear and her shirt, putting them in his pockets, lifting her up, and carrying her gorilla-style by the butt, he carried her carefully up the stairways and back to the Gryffindor common room. He knew he was not capable of bringing her up to her room since boys were not allowed in the girl's dorms, so he just sat down on a chair with her in his lap and she, although nearly asleep, kissed him a thank you, before sleeping against his bare chest.