In the Closet

Off-centre

"But your nose is off-centre..."

"I guess there are other parts of my anatomy that are on-centre..." Eloise said seductively. She didn't know where this sudden burst of daring came from, but she liked it. She had just asked someone to make love to her.

"Besides... I like Hermione..."

"So you keep telling me, but have you ever been close to her?"

"No, but...

"Wasn't she with Viktor Krum?"

"Don't mention his name!"

"Touchy, are we?"

"And what if I am. With her it's Vicky this, Vicky that... Who wants Vicky anyways?"

"Hermione apparently. And I want you! She's off dreaming about Vicky and here you are moping in front of the closet!"

"Oh, your right! What the hell!"

As he said this he grabbed Eloise's face in his hands and planted a kiss on her lips.

She opened her lips, to leave their tongues some place to play with each other.

He didn't care anymore whether her nose was off-centre. She tasted wonderful. He wanted more, he wanted to taste more of the sweetness she had to offer, he wanted more than just her mouth, he wanted her whole.

"Alohomora!" he whispered and he quickly shunted them into the closet.

"Be gentle," she whispered in his ear. "You'll be my first..."

"You'll be my first too," he muttered. He had begun kissing her neck, as his hands were undoing her robes.

Eloise was playing with his hair... and slowly started to undo his robes. As if she ever could do it slowly. Sure he wasn't her most favourite boy at Hogwarts, but she did want what he had to offer. He was making her crazy as his lips had found her breasts. She could only moan as he explored further.

By now she could feel how hard he was. Quickly she helped him out of his trousers.

He lifted up her skirt and with one fluent movement he invaded her secret entrance.

He had said that he hadn't done it before, but it didn't seem like it. It seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing. It didn't matter who he had been with before. It only mattered that he was with her now. That he was making her feel like she was the only woman on the face of the earth for him.

He moved up the pace, inviting their breath to become shallow and heavy, inviting her to move with him. Soon they were caught in a rhythm that they never held possible.

All too soon their climaxes came.

"E... lo...ise!" he moaned.

"Oh, RON!" Eloise screamed.

As they leaned heavily on the other, letting the waves of their passion die out, they were finally hit with what they had done.

Ron still couldn't believe he had really done this. Harry would laugh at him, so would Hermione and Ginny, if they found out. He had made love to Eloise Midgen! The same Eloise he didn't want to go to the Yule Ball with because her nose was off-centre. But then again, he was a man and a man had certain needs... sexual needs.

They got dressed as soon as their bodies allowed it again.

"Don't tell anyone, Eloise! They'll laugh at me!"

"I won't!" she said.

He kissed her on the nose.

"You know, you're nose isn't that much off-centre... In fact you're quite pretty!"

With that Ron left the closet, leaving a stunned Eloise behind.