Capítulo 83: Chapter 83 - Legend of the Weasley Family [THE END Part 1] V
"What?! But…"
"Shacklebolt believes I have the abilities. I think so too." Ron scrutinized her office space. It was evident that Hermione had no life outside of work. "Since I was passing by, I thought of seeing you."
"Me?"
Why is she so surprised?
"Well, can't say it was a bad decision." He shamelessly leered. "You look amazing in those clothes, Hermione."
Ron walked around the room and reached her side behind the desk. Even if she was older now, she was still a little shorter than him, still lithe and cute in his eyes. He found a small portrait frame of himself on her table. It was one thing to have a group picture, but there it was just him. A goofy picture of him in his hand-me-down robes, probably something she had asked from Ginny or Harry.
Tap!
Hermione noticed his gaze and blushed heavily, quickly slapping the frame downward on her desk.
Ron breathed deeply and looked at her face up close. Her red, lipstick-clad lips, her guilty eyes. He saw the same emotions in them as that day. She was hurt and he could see it. He would have been calmer if she lashed out, got angry, and just kicked him out; That would be the end of that. But this, this just made him feel for her even more.
Hermione awkwardly averted her eyes, acting busy as she looked for a place for him to sit. She cleared the area with the flick of her wand and the entire room transformed. Some books, files, and bits and bobs moved, clearing up some space on the desk and chair.
However, Ron stayed beside Hermione and leaned against a clean part of her desk.
"Y-You did great in the OWLs." Hermione complimented, trying hard not to look him in the eye.
Ron nodded, his gaze unwavering from her profile. "I had to after the bet we made."
Hermione's face blushed even hotter, red blooming all over her cheeks. Her hands clench at her skirt near the thighs. "W-Why are you here, Ron?"
Ron raised her face with his finger under her chin, gently forcing her to look at him. "I won the bet."
"B-But Fleur…"
"She wants me to do this. She said she understands… She knows our history, knows how you felt… knows how I felt. I think she really lives by the saying, 'if you love someone set them free'. She wants me to make you feel cherished, warm, and close… But do you?"
"I–I… She…" Hermione was filled with confusion.
"Don't think too much about it, Hermione. Even I'm confused about how free-spirited she can be… but this is about you, me… us. So, do you want me to? Tell me, make it clear."
Hermione's tears started to pool. "Yes, damn it! I don't care! I want you! I just want you! Seven damn years… I cried on so many nights that I'd never see you… I don't want to lose you again. I don't care anymore. I don't care about anything. I just… Umh!"
Ron suddenly kissed her lips, blocking her words. His hand grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him. With a wave of his other hand, the door of the office was instantly locked.
Hermione reacted with deep passion, letting his tongue enter her craving mouth as her arms moved around his neck. Her fingers sunk into his red hair, caressing all over in lustful greed. Her tears didn't fall, all she wanted now was him.
Ron lifted her up and sat her on the table. Squeezing her pencil skirt up while feeling her stockings-clad legs. He didn't know why, but a sense of urgency fueled him, as if this was something he had been waiting for a very long time. His hands brushed up and down the smooth surface of her stockings, the gliding sensation awakening his flesh wand.
Hermione quickly got rid of her blazer and unbuttoned her shirt. But before she could finish, Ron had already pulled out her shirt from her skirt's waistband. Pulling up her black bra to her upper chest, and releasing her now larger, plump swells. He massaged each breast in his hands, his kiss still unrelenting.
Hermione finally gasped for breath as Ron started to kiss her slender neck with erotic licks. His hands kneaded her tender flesh recklessly, pinching her pink tips between his fingers. While one hand was still teasing her nipple, the other crawled down her slender waist. It dove in between her smoldering thighs, rubbing around her heated, covered core. The moistness of her core started to seep through.
"Ah… ah… Ron. You don't know how much I've wanted this…" she muttered in whispers, starting to lose herself in the moment.
Her hands were busy rubbing the small hill that formed on his pants, nimbly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. Her cold fingers brushed along his hot staff, gaining pleasure from the contrasting sensations.
"I have a vague idea…." Ron smiled mischievously at the gentle skin of her neck when he felt the damp warmth between her legs. He pressed his fingers harder, feeling the stocking stretch around his finger and her panties slide between her petals. His thumb flicked her swollen little nub up and down, brushing the smooth material against her sensitive ball of nerves.
"Do it…. Ron.. take me…" Hermione mumbled uncontrollably, tilting her head back in pure lust.
"Really?" he asked playfully.
"Hurry!! I want you inside!" Hermione pleaded. Her eyes closed, her breath now ragged.
"As you wish, my lady…." Ron's hand pinched the wet stocking hard, pulling it off her sticky core. He kept pulling and pulling until it tore off, causing a hole circling right around her inner thighs.
"Ron!" Hermione's eyes widened, a little annoyed but still heated. Somehow this aggressive Ron titillated her hunger even more.
"You said 'hurry'." Ron widened her legs and made her lean back a little on her arms. He pulled her black panty bridge to the side, opening up a clear entry to her soaking wet furnace, and aimed his swollen cockhead right at her core.
He brushed his mushroom head up and down her exposed petals, letting her juices coat his girthy spear. Teasing her clitoris in the process, he stroked his soft smooth cockhead around her kernel. "Changing your mind now?"
"No… Ohh… Ron! Do—oh it! Take me!" Hermione pleaded.
Ron didn't let her wait any longer, gently pushing his straining cock between her lower lips. He could feel her pussy lips struggling to let him in, straining and stretching around his width. Her walls contracting along his length. He could feel her body shiver around him, her hands clenching the clothes on his shoulders, and her legs fighting the instinct to clam up and shut him out.
He helped her by holding open both her knees, sliding his cock inside as his hips pushed forward. And when he felt he was deep enough, he slid his hands up her thighs, feeling the soft external stocking still tickling her skin with shivers.
"Ooohhhh~" She cried out melodiously, feeling the endless stretch in her pussy. It was more than she had imagined for that long seven years, more than any toy or tool had ever felt. She couldn't care less about her torn stockings anymore.
Hermione couldn't help closing her legs when Ron let go of her knees, circling them around his waist and locking him in.
Ron started to move his hips, gently thrusting in and out, purposefully making her feel his crown scrape every inch of her soaking-wet walls. Both his hands went back to kneading her beautifully formed breasts, molding her flesh between his fingers as he kept thrusting in and out of her core.
"Ahh! Ro—ohh! Ron!" Hermione moaned out loud. Her arms felt so weak she almost fell back on the table. Every inch of her unexplored walls salivated for him, feeling the ecstasy seeping into her bones.
"Ughh..." Ron groaned, feeling the hard throbs of a virgin, tightly pressing around him. Her pussy milked him to no end, forcing him to drown in her cave of wonders. He kept plowing into her, his thrusting hips rocking so hard the desk almost swayed. He gripped her breasts hard, holding her down so his cock would slam into her even deeper.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Hermione gasped with every thrust, feeling their flesh colliding in heated passion. Lustful words came out of her with no restraint. "I–I can't… Hold on—Ah! So—ooo… Gooood!"
Hermione lost herself completely. Her muscles stiffened up in a blinding, pulsing moment of release. It felt as if everything went white, unable to hear or see as blood rushed to her core. She came so quickly, so thoroughly that it left her panting out of breath. She finally realized why people said that the first time was always unforgettable.
Her pussy was drenched in her juices, squelching naughty sounds as Ron kept going.
"Ron… I– I already… oh! Oh!" As Hermione came down from such a high, the constant poke and prod suddenly struck her sensitive, tender flesh once more.
"I—I'm not done... Yet!" Ron suddenly pulled her up from the table, placing both hands on her ass, and picked her up. Hermione instinctively reacted by locking her arms and legs around him.
He quickly turned around and pinned her against the wall, thrusting up into her soaked, sore pussy.
"Ahh!!" Hermione cried out in delight, feeling his cock going deeper, and striking the entrance of her womb.
Their bodies stuck together, sweating and sticky. He hugged her tightly with his waist supporting her legs. His cock drilled up with wild thrusts of his hips; his tongue invading her lips once more, swallowing her loud moans and cries of his name. He loved the way she mewled and whimpered, stroking his cock with her tight throbs.
Hermione's juices rolled down his unrelenting cock, dripping to the floor. She could almost feel the wall behind her back thumping like her wildly beating heart. She had to break away from the kiss, trying hard to grasp for breath. Her mind felt numb from the sheer bliss in her loins, teetering on the edge of another climax.
"Gk! I can feel it…" Ron gritted his teeth, groaning into the crook of her neck. "Where?!"
"In me!" She cried out at the warning.
"You sure?"
"YES!"
Finally, Ron jerked his hips harder, striking as deep as he could and staying there. He could feel his balls twitching, his cock sending out every bit of his essence. His knees felt like they were going empty. His cream sprayed deep into her pussy, tickling her womb in all the right places.
Hermione clenched hard, feeling the pulsating waves of pleasure overwhelming. She came a second time, as she screamed against his throat. A final shattering release took over her whole body.
They climaxed together in minutes, both panting and sweating, staying in position to catch their breaths. Ron's cock slid out on its own, slippery and gleaming from their combined juices.
At last, Ron sat down in Hermione's soft chair, keeping her on his lap. He kissed her lips again and again, worshiping her being and looking at her beautiful flushed face.
"Hermione—I will take responsibility if you decide..." Ron openly assured her. "Whatever you decide, I'll always be by your side. I have a few people I'd kill and die for in my life, and you're one of them—always have been."
Hermione breathed out tiredly and planted her forehead against his. She closed her eyes and just stayed that way.
"I saw Anne, Ron."
"Isn't she cute?"
"I want one too."
"..."
Ron chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Then let's keep trying."
"Now?"
I didn't know she had such an appetite.
"Anytime, Hermione," Ron replied and already felt hard. He raised her on his lap and gently slipped inside her, letting the rest of his erection grow within her tight, smooth walls. "Let's give you one."
"Oooh!" Hermione moaned.
Knock! Knock!
"Tsk! Merlin! Dammit!"
Ron sat there shocked. It was Hermione who cursed.
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