Ron gripped Hermione’s small hand and ran quite quickly towards his dormitory before anyone could notice them vanish. He shushed her words of panic and nudged her towards his part of the room.
Ron felt elated at the moment, high on a Quidditch win.
“You’re lucky Percy isn't here anymore… eyes like a hawk that brother of yours.” She grumbled slightly, watching Ron sit down on the edge of his bed.
Ron couldn't help but smile up at her. He beckoned her forward with his twinkling eyes and open lap. Hermione sauntered slowly towards him, biting her lip as she straddled him.
“Relax,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “Gryffindor hasn't won a Quidditch match in ages. They’ll be down there for hours at this rate.” She relaxed into his touch, allowing more of her weight to settle on his hips. A breathy hum left her lips as Ron gripped her waist more firmly.
Hermione finally gave in, kissing him tenderly. She loved how Ron kissed, how he tasted, how hot he made her feel all over. His nipped at her lower lip, the sensation giving her a fluttery feeling that only he could elicit. He lathed over the spot he had wrung through his teeth soothingly, and kissed her fervently once more.
One of his hands made its way to her thigh, hitching up her skirt slightly. He gripped her leg firmly, his thumb rubbing hot circles into the skin there. Hermione was feeling warm and she had started to feel horribly needy. Near desperate, she let her hand fall to the top of his and slid it farther up her leg. She could feel Ron smiling into her mouth.
“Mione?” Ron whispered, a smirk still tugging at his lips.
She was breathless for no reason.
“What?” She muttered gravely, a blush creeping up her neck. Her core was aching and she shifted ever so slightly so try and find some sort of relief.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked teasingly. His other hand ran across the hem of her skirt, dipping into the band every few seconds.
“Ron,” she warned, her voice caught in her throat. Again she moved her hips, so obviously that he could have no doubt about what she wanted from him.
“Wanna hear you say it.” He said low into her ear, moving his hand farther up her leg.
“I-” she gasped as his finger brushed against her clit.
“Hm?”
“Want you to touch me,” she was red all over.
“Please Ron.” Her needy intonation was enough to make him jump.
He rubbed down on her clothed clit properly, and Hermione slumped forward into his chest. She was dripping at this point and she could come soon just from the way he moved his fingers. He continued with his thumb until she was writhing, a string of gasps and moans leaving her mouth.
“More, p-please,” she said raggedly. It made Ron’s dick twitch. He was unmistakably hard now and Hermione tried to rub against him as much as she could.
Ron swiftly gripped her waist and moved her onto her back so he could easily give her what she wanted.
Her skirt and panties were off in seconds and Ron couldn't help but take in her in all her wet and glistening glory for a few seconds. She made to shut her legs in shyness, but as soon as he reached out for her she was opening them back up.
“Always so pretty for me.” Ron spoke, kissing her again. His hands rubbed her thighs, then back to her clit was his thumb. He circled it a few more times before pushing a finger into her wet folds. It went easily, and Hermione sighed as he pumped his hand. He added another and started to massage his fingers into her g-spot. She cried out a bit, her hips lifting off the bed when he curled his fingers more.
She felt smooth like velvet on his fingers, the wet slide turning him on even more.
“Ron,” her eyes were shut. “Gonna- fuck- come.”
He pumped his fingers continuously, all through the way she writhed under him, repeatedly saying his name. “That’s it baby, come for me.” He whispered to her.
Hermione sobbed out a strangled moan, grasping at Ron’s hand as she rode out her orgasm. It was lewd, her own juices running down the insides of her thighs, her legs clenched around his arm. She was panting heavily, almost scared to open her eyes. For a second there was a wave of embarrassment that flooded her body, the post-orgasm-clarity making her hyper aware of how loud she’d just been. But the thoughts didn't ruminate long, feeling instantly soothed as Ron ran his clean hand down the side of her face, brushing her curly hair out of the way in the process.
“Hermione, love?” Ron said in a low voice, still gruff with arousal. He kissed her cheek as she opened her eyes, grounding her more.
She looked at him for a few seconds, his pretty green eyes that looked more brown in the dark lighting staring down at her with adoration. She pulled his neck down, meeting their lips again.
“You are too good, Ronald.” It made his chest swell as well as his dick ache, still painfully hard against his leg. Hermione seemed to notice this, reaching down to get a good grip on his length. He still had his briefs on, the fabric rubbing almost too roughly on his skin. He gasped, winced slightly, and she massaged the head of his dick quickly making him groan, before pulling his underwear down.
His dick, no matter how many times Hermione had seen it, never failed to mesmerize her. Ron was swollen and red, his angry tip leaking precum as the seconds rolled on. She admired the length of him for a moment; he was perfectly sized in her opinion, long enough to reach where her own fingers couldn't, not too thick, but nevertheless just the way she liked it.
Licking her lips, she urged Ron to sit back against his headboard. Her nimble hands trailed down his chest, his soft but toned skin hot under her touch. Not wasting any time she took his balls into her grip and fondled them lightly, knowing how it made him keen. He hissed and his hips stuttered just at her light touch.
Hermione locked her eyes on his, determined to make him watch her every move. Not that she had to try really, Ron would he stupid to take his eyes off of her. She made a lewd scene of spitting into one of her hands and pumping him quickly. Firmly gripped, her hands ran the length of his shaft only slowing at the tip to roll over it with her palm. Ron grunted loudly each time, every groan turning more into a whine as she went on. She only gave him the satisfaction of sinking her mouth over him when her palm felt dry.
“You,” Ron panted, as he was fully sheathed in her mouth “are so good at that.”
His dick was hot and heavy on her tongue and she hated to admit that it turned her on. Hermione looked up at him through deceivingly innocent eyes, batting her lashes as she suctioned his length with her lips. Ron’s dick twitched, his length pulling back almost like the reload of a gun, and Hermione couldn't help but feel inwardly proud of herself. She loved this part; knowing he was about to come, the height of his orgasm in her hands (or her mouth, rather).
“Gonna come, Mione.” He spoke as his hips stuttered more.
She regripped his balls squeezing them less gentle than before to which Ron moaned, loud and unrestrained. He spilled hot down her throat, and she made a show of swallowing him fully.
She let off him with a pop and climbed back into his lap as he caught his breath. Ron kissed her in thanks, to which Hermione felt grateful for. She heard another Gryffindor girl complaining that her boyfriend wouldn't kiss her after she gave him head recently.
“You Hermione, are too good as well.” Ron whispered in her ear. She kissed him again with the lingering thought that she could do this all day. They were both startled though hearing a loud bang on the door.
“Would you get out of there already? Some of us want to put our dirty robes away.”
Harry. Ron and Hermione jumped up, trying to locate their clothes quickly.
A moment passed. “You didn't even lock the door!” He shouted through the wood, a tone of exasperation lilting his tone.
Hermione stifled a giggle, the laughter racking through her body intensely.
“Sorry, mate! Fell asleep on accident!” Ron chimed rushedly.
“Liar!” Harry shouted once more, but he sounded lighter, more jovial this time.
Hermione spotted Ron across the bed just finishing to zip his pants. He winked at her while an undeniable grin spread across his face.
He opened the door to face Harry, an incredulous look across his face. Ron couldn't help but laugh. Leading to Hermione breaking out in giggles, and eventually making Harry double over in laughter.
They laughed until they couldn't anymore, and made their way down to the common room once more.
Ron decided that he couldn't ask for much more in life at this point. He had never felt happiness like this.