Dorm Night!
When they finally made it back to the common room the other Gryffindors were enjoying themselves, either playing chess, reading, betting on quidditch games, or studying at the tables. Ron placed Hermione down on a couch and sat next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and he didn’t want to push her off, so he dealt with the risk. He slowly rested his head on top of hers and they both fell asleep. Walking into the common room, Neville and Luna continued their prior study session. Luna caught sight of the two before anyone else and although they both looked comfortable and happy, for Hermione's sake she knew she needed to separate them. She slowly walked over and peeled Ron's head off of Hermiones so neither would wake up and placed his head on the arm of the sofa. She propped a pillow up on Hermione's end of the sofa and rested her head on it. She covered the two of them with a throw blanket and walked back to Neville to study.
Chatter filled the air of the Gryffindor common room, and hoping everyone was distracted, Malfoy slowly slid his way into the common room. He was hoping to be able to pick on Harry for entertainment, but instead what he saw was even better. Hermione and Ron sharing a couch. He walked over and didn’t know why but there was a sinking feeling in his heart. Was he jealous? He didn’t know himself. Maybe he was jealous of Ron for getting to share a blanket with a girl. Or maybe, just maybe, he was jealous of the fact Hermione was the one on the couch. With her beautiful long hair and perfect face… her beautiful eyes… he shook the thoughts away. He couldn’t be jealous because she wasn’t a pure-blood anyways. Sure, she had the looks and the brains of one, but she wasn’t one. Yes, that is why he shouldn’t like her.
The excuses left him with a blank feeling in his heart but he could do nothing about it. He knew she would never like him. He has said terrible things about her and to her. “Maybe if I wasn’t such a dick…,” he whispered under his breath to himself. The feeling broke him. He didn’t want to find Harry anymore, he just wanted to be alone. As he headed for the exit Harry stopped him.
“What are you doing here Malfoy?” Harry asked with an annoyed tone in his voice. Draco's head was looking at the floor. He just went around Harry and exited. Harry's mouth opened slightly, confused at the lack of a reaction from him. He turned to his friend Brett and he was just as confused. Draco walked through the halls, admittedly a few tears fell, but he didn’t care to acknowledge them, he just cared to get back to his room and calm down.
“Hermione?” A voice asked from above her, breaking her slumber. She looked up to see Ginny and she smiled at her as she sat up, seeing the bed-like arrangement someone made for Ron and her.
“What’s up Ginny?” she asked kindly, trying not to acknowledge that she just finished snogging her brother.
“I need some advice… about um… Harry,” she whispered into Hermione's ear, blushing slightly. Hermione was all ears, willing to listen and give the best advice she could.
“Harry is super sweet and I really like him, I really do. His hair his eyes his glasses, but I am terrified of being rejected. If he rejects me imagine how it would affect his relationship with Ron or even worse with ME,” she said, with an anxious tone in her voice. I knew what to do in this situation so I smiled at her.
“Ginny you should allow me to handle this. I will figure out if he likes you without asking directly and get back to you. Don’t let it affect your studies or worse your emotions. It will all work out as it should!” Hermione said with a reassuring smile on her face. Ginny smiled back hugged her and walked back to her friends, updating them. Hermione immediately walked over to Harry, pulling him aside.
“Harry I heard a little rumor that Ginny might be going out with one of those Hufflepuff boys, George was it?” Hermione said convincingly enough to see Harry's face deflate at the news.
“Oh… thanks for telling me,” he said sadly. Hermione started laughing and he looked confused.
“Just kidding! You should totally shoot your shot she totally likes you,” she said giving him a bro punch on the arm. He immediately walked over to Ginny and pulled her aside from her friends.
“Hey Ginny, um, this might be out of the blue but do you want to be my girlfriend?” Harry asked her and she turned bright red, too flustered to respond. Just as he was about to deflate from the lack of a response she smiled widely.
“YES. I mean– yes! Yes! I do want to be your girlfriend!” she said, so loud that Hermione could hear it and internally celebrated. Hermione looked over to see Ron wide awake hearing the conversation, jaw on the floor. She walked over to Ron and sat down next to him, comforting him without words.
“It will be okay, Harry is a good guy, you know this,” she said looking up at him. He only nodded and she placed a hand on his chest rubbing it in a comforting way. At this point, it is when Ron realized they weren’t officially dating yet, they were really just hooking up. He didn’t want to seem like he was copying Harry or taking his moment so he waited until later so that he could have Hermione to himself in the moment.
“Hey, will you come to my dorm tonight? Any time is fine– Neville Dean and Seamus won't be there it will be just us,” Ron said looking down at her. She smiled and nodded yes. Ron internally grew ecstatic that she agreed and knew the night would be amazing already. It was already late so while he headed up to his dorm, Hermione sprinted up to hers to change her underwear and put on the sexiest lingerie she owned. Her breasts were a decent size, but the bra she put on made them look massive, and the thong made her ass look like Mount Everest. She looked at her hickeys all over her body and couldn’t help but blush at the sensitivity of them. Slowly sliding on the shortest shorts she owned, she put on a cropped tank top that exposed all of her hickeys and covered her outfit with Ron’s shirt with the big R. She liked the sight of herself in his clothes.
Walking up the stairwell, she blushed at the thought of someone seeing her walking up and it was almost as though she manifested it. Harry turned the corner just as she reached the top and made her jump. When she jumped she nearly fell down the twisty stairwell but he grabbed her wrist and helped her up.
“Thanks, Harry!” she said catching her breath. He stared at her blankly.
“What are you doing up here?” he asked confused.
“Oh! Oh! Um! I am in fact just um exploring!” her thoughts raced as she tried to speed past Harry.
“More like exploring someone,” Harry said with a chuckle as he walked to the bathroom, leaving Hermione blushing as she tried to find Ron's dorm. Finally, she found the one with his name on it and knocked. The door slowly opened and Ron peeked out, seeing Hermione he opened the door fully showing himself shirtless with PJ pants on. She liked seeing him shirtless, he looked sexy this way. He was correct though, as none of his dormmates were in the dorm. She shut the door behind herself and immediately began to kiss Ron in the middle of his room. He felt as though he was on stage for the world to see and watch in awe as he had the prettiest girl in the world resting her lips upon his. He held his hands on her waist, looking down at her.
“You’re my girlfriend right?” he asked, leaning in for another kiss. As they kissed she nodded yes, adding tongue. He pulled her waist closer against him as they kissed. She moaned into the kiss, enjoying every second of it. She put her hands around his neck and he picked her up, her legs wrapping around her waist. He slowly put her down on the bed, but she kept her legs wrapped around his waist and he had to peel them off as she laughed. He slowly pulled his shirt off of her revealing her slutty cropped tank top.
“I like your shirt,” he said, looking at the cleavage it showed. He kissed her cleavage and she ran her hands through his hair as he kissed her. She slowly got up and he sat on the bed watching her ass which stuck out through her shorts as she walked. She slowly pulled down her shorts revealing her red thong. It made his heart skip a beat. He sat a little straighter, walking over to her and slapping her ass. She laughed and slowly pulled up her cropped tank top, pulling it over her head.
“Do you want to… have sex?” he asked, awkwardly. She turned red and looked at her feet. She slowly laid down on his bed and spread her legs. The chill of the room ran down her thighs. He felt excited at the sight of his love submitting to him. He slowly peeled her thong to the side and twirled his finger over her clit. She shook at the sensation and gripped the bed with her hands. Once she got wetter, he slowly slipped a finger inside of her, prepping her body for what is to come. She moaned at the intrusion, needing more. He slowly started moving one finger in and out of her. She loved the feeling and needed more. He slipped another finger in without warning and she gasped at the warmth.
“Ron!” she breathed through her mouth. He loved when she said his name, it felt different than anyone else saying it.
He slipped one more finger in and began curling his fingers inside of her, thrusting them in and out. She began to arch her back at the feeling. It felt like a massive itch getting scratched. She couldn’t take anymore, gripping the bed, and felt herself growing needier. He himself felt like he needed more, his bulge growing big. He leaned down and slowly inserted his tongue inside of her, twirling it inside and around the edges. He twirled her clit with his tongue and she let out a long passionate moan. He loved hearing her sounds of pleasure and held her thighs still as he continued his feast. As she grew herself coming close she yelled out.
“I’m going to cum!” she yelled, her legs were shaking, her back arching, and she couldn’t hold back the moans coming from her. She was a mess, a pleased and happy mess, but as he pulled back she yearned for more.
“Ron! Please! I need more!” she moaned, “Please! Fuck me!” she yelled out to him and he slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his hard dick. He leaned down and kissed down her body, then to her lips whispering compliments in her ear as he held his tip against her.
“I love you, Hermione,” he said as he held it against her causing her to moan and shake at the slight penetration.
“I love you too Ron, please be slow against me it’s my first time,” she said through all of the need, slightly scared. He was happy to be her first time, and for him to be hers, and as he kissed her deeply she held his arms and he slowly began to make his way inside of her. She moaned into his mouth scratching down his arm. Once almost fully inside he released the kiss. The sensation was warm and new to Ron. It felt like a hug against his dick. Hermione winced in pain at the sensation she felt. It felt full and new. As he slowly began to pull out, she held her head against his neck. Once almost fully out he began to go in again, causing her to moan at the feeling of pleasure beginning to take over from the pain. He began to move faster and Hermione began to slowly move with his thrusts. Ron had never felt so amazing. The feeling was intense and with each thrust, he had a need to fill her up more. He was going mad for her.
“Hermione…,” he moaned out her name as he thrust into her deeper than before. She moaned into her hand at the feeling. He held her legs as he kept going deeper with each thrust wishing to fill her with his cum. She was worried about the consequences of this but didn’t want the feeling to stop. As he began to thrust even faster, Hermione's eyes rolled back moaning with each thrust. Ron couldn’t control himself, the feeling was so amazing. He felt he was about to cum and knew he needed to pull out. He immediately pulled out randomly, leaving Hermione a mess on the bed as he cummed into a sock he had laying near his bed. He released back onto the bed, laying next to Hermione. Her body was shaking from the activity and Ron held her breasts laying against her. He loved this woman.
“Ron…” she said as she slowly sat up. She unclasped her bra, slowly laying on top of Ron looking for more warmth. He cuddled her for around ten minutes before he carried her to the bathroom so she could clean up. Once done cleaning up they both came back to his bed, laying against each other skin to skin. The feeling was amazing for both of them and Hermione could not have been happier with her decision of who to give the special moment to. She turned around and kissed Ron passionately before slowly falling asleep in his bed. Ron woke up before her, quickly dressing with the fear of one of his roommates coming back. He slowly slid Hermione's thong back on and picked out one of his t-shirts to give her. He liked how she looked in his clothes and wished she could only ever wear his clothes. He could see her nipples through the t-shirt but thought it added to the look. Suddenly, just as he put the blanket back over Hermione and came back into bed with her, Dean Thomas came into the dorm.
“No way!” he breathed to himself, in awe of what he was seeing. Ron had his arm over Hermione's waist and had her pulled close against him. Her thong was resting right against Ron’s dick and it took all of his might to not get excited again. Dean, still taking in what was happening, called in Seamus to see what was going on.
“Bro we leave him alone for one night and he fucking fucks a girl,” Dean says to Seamus whose jaw was on the floor.
“Is that Hermione?” Seamus asked and Dean realizes that it was in fact, Hermione.
“No f-ing way.” Dean said in awe. The two looked at each other and just started dressing for the day in hopes that Hermione wouldn’t wake up. When they were done getting dressed Hermione slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. She jumped at the sight of the two boys in the room.
“Hey, Hermione! Fun time last night?” Dean asked with a laugh. Seamus couldn’t help but giggle.
“Oh! Um! Wow! I didn’t even know I was here let me just-” As she threw the blanket off it revealed her in her thong. The two boys immediately looked away out of respect, but couldn’t help but laugh to themselves at how she proved their point.
“Um, which one is Ron’s trunk?” She asked and they both pointed from behind their backs. “Thank you!” she said, bright red, and pulled out some of his sweatpants sliding them up her legs and tying them tightly around her hips. They were long, but they would do. The two boys turned around to see her slightly messed up hair, and the fact she was wearing Ron’s outfit did not help her. She was debating between just leaving or if she should stay.
“You should probably go– some people might see you but at least you won’t get caught by a teacher,” Dean said, actually trying to help. Hermione agreed with this and slowly slid out of the door after saying her goodbyes, anxiously avoiding being caught.