Silly Things That Might Happen

She Is The Man

Part 2/5

Ron hadn't been so excited for a long time. Hermione was finally giving in. They were going to do it.

It had been quite the normal Wednesday morning until he'd suddenly been pushed into a closet after breakfast. It'd been Hermione. First he'd thought he had again done or not done something, but when her wet lips had unexpectedly smacked onto his it'd been quite the different thing.

Hands had started to grope him and small moans had filled the air. This, this wildcat couldn't be the Hermione Granger he knew. But it was.

"Oh, Ronny, I can't take it anymore. I think we have waited long enough to finally take that last step, don't you think?" the Head Girl had asked, dumping her bookbag messily on the ground.

Ron had just nodded and started to zip his black school trousers. He would have been a fool to say no! Although this wasn't exactly how he had imagined their first time, but still they were going to do it.

"Oh not now, Ron. I don't want to be late for Potions. Meet me at the Prefects' bathroom at eleven this evening and we will finally express our love," Hermione had sighed.

"Yeah, okay. I'll meet you there," he'd said, nodding his head vigorously.

It was ten to eleven now, and Ron looked at Hermione from his chair to the other side of the room. She was still reading like nothing was going to happen or she had no place to be!

Well maybe she was going to surprise him and wanted him to go first. That might be it.

So off he went, with Harry's Invisibility Cloak, hoping that Hermione had the map.

He arrived to the Prefects' bathroom at 10:58 and was shocked to find Hermione already there sitting on a wide windowsill.

"But... I just... What are you... how?" Ron stammered, but was shut up when Hermione walked to him and kissed him hungrily.

"Let's go in, Ronny," Hermione whispered and said the password: 'tropical heaven'.

They entered the bathroom, and Hermione walked immediately to the taps to let the warm water run and fill the big tub so they could take a nice hot bath sometime during the evening.

She turned, smiled sweetly at Ron then blushed. Ron walked over to her and drew her into a hug.

"You know that we don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he said, but still hoped she wouldn't say no.

She shook her head and said, "No, I want to. I have been waiting this for so long. All the preparation and planning. I don't want them to be for nothing."

They hugged each other for a moment longer then started to strip. It was a bit embarrassing to be seen naked by someone else, even though they had gone a little further than just holding hands.

Hermione was absolutely beautiful. Her soft brown curls landed onto her shoulders, and the smile he was receiving was heart-warming. He was so damn lucky!

And her breasts were perfect. He was sure that they would fit in his hands as though they belonged there, and her flat belly and her legs and even her toes. Why had he ever thought she was ugly and a stupid know-it-all?

Hermione spread their robes onto the cold floor and settled herself on her back.

Oh Merlin, this is the moment. Don't panic, breath deeply, size doesn't matter, you can do this, Ron thought and crawled unsteadily towards his girlfriend. He licked his dry lips and bent to kiss her. It started out sloppily and with some unwanted teeth, but progressed soon, both relaxing. Ron slowly lowered his body between Hermione's legs and when the smooth thighs opened invitingly, rod A and slot B made contact, making them both moan.

They kissed and groped until Hermione declared she was ready to express their love. Ron nervously waved his wand to cast some protection spell.

Here goes nothing, he thought, and started to push slowly into his girlfriend's entrance. It felt like forever until he was properly in. He took a shuddering breath and looked up into Hermione's eyes to check whether she was okay. She was apparently more than fine, and when Ron started to move unevenly her noise level rose and rose until, suddenly, he saw through his sweaty eyelashes her face starting to get a grim look. He stopped immediately and was about to pull out when she grabbed him and begged to continue. He did for a while, face buried in her neck swarming with frizzy hair, until her body started to convulse, and out of the blue Hermione was gone and on her... his back was Blaise Zabini.

"This isn't what it looks like. I can explain," Zabini tried to smile, cock to cock with Ronald Weasley.