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Author: Neko Niece

Keywords: Fanfiction b(12) g(11), First, Consensual, Implied Incest

Summary: The story takes place at the end of Chapter 12 of 
"The Chamber of Secrets". Hermione is in the hospital
wing after the Polyjuice Potion goes awry. Ron succumbs to 
his Otaku self and can't resist making a secret trip to see 
Hermione as a neko.



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Nekomimi Hermione


(Book 2, ch 12.5)


   Hermione came to gradual awareness.  The only light in the room was a
single oil lamp, set into a recess in the wall.  At 12 years of age,
Hermione Granger was in her second year at Hogwarts.  She was an excellent
student, born to non-magical parents, or Muggles as they are called in the
Wizarding World.  Unfortunately for her, Hermione often found herself
involved in ill conceived schemes that put their very lives in danger.

   It was just such an occasion that landed Hermione in the Hospital Wing.
The plan had been perfect.  It was hers, after all.  She had researched how
to brew the Polyjuice Potion, practicing until she was confident.  She had
instructed both Ron and Harry in retrieving the hairs from Crabbe and
Goyle. She had even stray hair from her robe after her duel with Millicent.


   Everything had gone perfectly until it was time to drink the potion that
she had brewed in the girl's lavatory on the third floor.  More
specifically it was her own portion that went haywire.  Apparently
Millicent kept a black haired cat and it was that hair, not Millicent's
that Hermione had added to the potion.

   From Harry and Ron's excited voices, which were no longer their own, she
knew the Polyjuice had worked for them.  She told them to go alone, afraid
of what they might think if they saw her.  By the time they got back, she
told herself, the effects would wear off.

   Unfortunately, The Polyjuice was never meant to be used for taking on
inter-species as an Animagus Transfiguration spell does.  Unlike the
effects for Harry and Ron, it turned out that her own would not wear off
after an hour and she would need magical medical attention to reverse the
effects.

   Hermione didn't need a mirror to remind her of her failure.  The changes
in her very senses were more than enough.  The misfired effects of the
potion were slow in fading, but fade they would now that she was being
treated by Madame Pomfrey, the Nurse of the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts.

   The black catlike fur on her face had faded, and her eyes were slowly
going back to the brilliant brown they had been.  Her ears however were
still tufted and shaped like a cat.  Worst of all was the black furred tail
that continued her backbone.  It twitched in irritation just thinking about
it.  At least she didn't have to share the hospital wing with any other
sick or injured students.  Not at the moment anyway.  All the other beds
were empty.

   Suddenly her ears perked.  Someone was coming.  Someone... familiar. 
She listened to the almost shambling steps as they drew near.  "Ron?" she
whispered as the steps stopped at her curtain.

   A hand clumsily parted the curtain and Ron stuck his mess of red hair
through the opening.  "Cor.  How'd you do that?  How'd you know it was me?"

   Hermione sat up on her elbows.  "I could hear you silly," she whispered
irritably.  "What are you doing here?  You could get us both in heaps of
trouble.  An where's Harry?"

   Ron shuffled into the curtained cubicle.  "Harry's asleep I'd figure."
He said dismissing.  "I'm sorry Hermione, I just had to come see you."

   This worried Hermione.  "Why?  Did something happen?  Is Harry OK?"

   Ron scrunched his bushy red eyebrows together.  "Why does everything
have to be about Harry anyway?" Ron asked, full of self indignation.

   Hermione bit her lip as she studied Ron.  If it didn't have to do with
Harry, just what was going on here, she wondered.  "I'm sorry Ron," she
said softly.  "Not everything's about Harry, you're right." She laid back
against her pillow and tried to get her tail into a more comfortable
position.  "What are you on about then?"

   Ron looked about the small curtained enclosure.  Anywhere but at
Hermione.  She just watched his eyes as they flittered about, comfortable
in the silence until Ron was ready to speak.

   "I..." Ron began only to clear his throat and try again.  "I just had to
come see you."

   "But why, Ron?" asked Hermione.

   "Well you see, it's like this... Hermione, do you know what a nekomimi
is?"

   "A necro what?  Is that something to do with death spells, because I
read once..."

   Ron cut her off.  "No, not necro, neko."

   Hermione stared at him.  "Just what are you on about Ron?"

   Pulling out a magazine from his robe pocket, he put it into her hands.
"It's like this, see?" He pointed at the cover that read in a bold
adventurous script, `The Marvelous Adventures of Ai Sakura the Neko Witch'.
Around and about the cover flew an adorable young witch on a broom with her
tail trailing behind.  Her ears twitched as she laughed gaily and waved at
Hermione and Ron.

   Hermione set the magazine down harshly.  "Ron Weasley.  If this is your
idea of a laugh, I don't find it a bit funny." It hurt her, but she was
determined not to show it.  Her jaw was firmly locked and her tail fairly
flew in her agitation, so that she had to grab it in one hand just to keep
it still.

   Ron was aghast at how she treated the magazine as he quickly rescued it
from the hospital bed.  Holding it almost reverently as he checked the
cover for damage.  "No need to go mental," he said, satisfied there wasn't
any permanent damage.

   Even using a reparo spell to undo a crease would make the edition
worthless.  Any serious collector of witching magazines would be able to
tell it was magicked and the issue would be worthless.

   Hermione sighed quite loudly.  "I'm not going mental Ron, ...it's just
that, ...you see, I just can't, ...the ear and the tail, they..."

   Ron set the magazine carefully aside.  "Oy.  Well I'm glad we got that
cleared up, then," he said under his breath but loud enough for her to
hear, even without the cat-like ears.

   Hermione fixed him a glare that withered his practically withered his
spine.  Not being able to bear his sheepish looks, she turned away.  "So
why DID you come here tonight anyway.  I mean if you'd wanted to tease me
and make me feel bad, you've done a bang up good job of it.  Next time why
don't you bring Harry and you can both have a good laugh."

   "Aw Hermione," Ron said dejectedly.  "It's not like that at all." He
paused for a moment to collect courage.  And he thought Snape's potion
class was a handful.  "I like nekomimi," he finally blurted out, blushed
and looked down at his shoes.

   Hermione's ears twitched as they swiveled to catch his voice.  "What
exactly do you mean, Ron?" She felt something within her chest rise
uncomfortably, threatening to block her breathing.  "That you like
neh-ko-mimi?"

   "Well," Ron began as he picked up the magazine and idly thumbed through
the pages where multiple panels of a tiny animated neko witch got herself
and her friends in all sorts of trouble.  "It's just that I think it's
cute."

   "Cute?" Hermione asked with a high eyebrow and both ears perked.

   "Well, more beautiful really," he admitted as his cheeks took on a hue
to match his flame-red hair.

   Hermione chewed thoughtfully on this revelation as she watched the
cat-girl witch wave to her from the cover.  Ron, misunderstanding the
silence completely, kept talking.  "Fred an George took me to a witch's
anime convention once, but all the girls there had magicked ears and tails
or illusions.  It was cool that they twitched and turned an all, but..." he
paused looking at her.

   She frowned, feeling self conscious.  "But... what?"

   "Yours are real," he said finally.  He was looking dead on at the tufted
black ears as they sank slowly to the side with her blush.  "Can you feel
things from them?" he asked fully intrigued now.  His single-mindedness in
his obsession was reminiscent of his father's interest in all things
Muggle.

   "I can hear quite well with them actually." Her ears perked slightly as
she spoke.  Her mind was given something else to think about besides Ron's
constant staring, which she tried desperately to forget about.  "And they
seem to be rather sensitive as well," she noted.  "Sometimes too sensitive.
A draft touching the tufts here," she said lifting hand to run her finger
across the downy hairs near the top of her ear.  "Really gives me the
willies.  Makes me shiver and flick my ears.  An insect is much worse." Her
tail twitched in abject annoyance.

   Ron blinked.  "Fascinating," he let out.  "Hermione?"

   "What is it now Ron?"

   "Would you mind," he stammered.  "Could I touch them?"

   "My ears?" Hermione's eyes widened, as her ears went back protectively.

   "Yes..." he said, still watching her ears.  "How do you do that anyway?"

   "Do what?"

   "Make em move all about." He glanced at her slightly slit-pupiled browb
eyes.

   "I don't know," she frowned, stuck with the dilemma of being made
conscious of something that just occurred naturally.  "It... just happens I
guess.  I don't really think about it.  It's kind of like smiling when
you're happy.  You don't try and smile.  It's just something that happens."

   "All right," Ron said, quite satisfied with the answer.  "So can I?" He
was having trouble refraining himself from reaching out and touching her.

   "Can you what?" Hermione asked.  She had been caught off guard, trying
to make her ears move on purpose and failing miserably.

   "Touch them," Ron said exasperatingly.

   "Oh right." Hermioine thought for a moment before nodding.  "Just be
mindful, they're rather sensitive like I said."

   "I will," he promised as he reached out to touch the tip.  Hermione
shivered as he ear twitched and folded protectively.  "Outstanding," he
said never noticing Hermione's blush.

   Taking gentle hold of her ear, cradling it with his fingers, he caressed
the soft furry ear with his thumb.  Soothingly, he stroked her ear and she
began to relax.  Hermione closed her eyes in submission.

   Soon there was a low rumbling and Ron stopped.  "What's that?"

   Hermione covered her mouth with her hand, a deep crimson blush covered
her face and neck.

   "Was that you?"

   Hermione turned her catlike brown eyes his way.  She was nearly
horrified and on the verge of tears.  Without taking her hand from her
mouth, she nodded.

   "No way?  You can purr?" He smiled broadly.  "That's spectacular!"

   Slowly, Hermione dropped her hand.  "Is it?" she asked timidly.

   "Blimey!  It's better than Christmas tea and cakes!"

   Hermione, still feeling self conscious, but obviously better gave him a
shy smile.  "It's just that it felt good and, well... I didn't know I
could. I guess I haven't had much to be happy about lately."

   Ron absentmindedly scratched behind her ears and she pushed against his
fingers.  "Well I think it's grand," he stated abjectly.  "And I'm sorta
glad I could make you at least a little happy."

   Her smile was genuine this time.  "You did, Ron, thank you."

   "You're welcome," he said with a smile of his own.

   The silent pause between them held more communication than many in depth
conversations.  Slowly Ron leaned in.  Hermione kept her head still, not
pulling away as she closed her eyes.

   She took a deep breath through her nose at the first touch of his lips
against hers.  It was her first kiss and she was glad it was Ron that gave
it to her.  The kiss didn't remain chaste long as Ron parted his lips,
licking tentatively at her own.

   Hermione snaked her arm around Ron's shoulders and pulled him in closer.
She'd read about open-mouthed kissing, so she hadn't been taken aback. 
What did surprise her, however, was how good it felt as his tongue pressed
and danced with her own.  He tasted reminiscently of cinnamon and sherbet
lemon.

   She could feel her body overheating and recognized the signs of her own
arousal.  It had always been so clinical in the descriptions, so she was
quite amazed at how powerful everything seemed to feel.  This largely
eclipsed the few times she had set out quite unsuccessfully to discover
masturbation, after reading about it in a Muggle biology book.

   She knew she should stop.  Just pull back and send Ron back to the
dormitory, she told herself even as her tongue stretched even further into
Ron's mouth.  The problem was, it didn't seem that her body was listening
to her mind.  She wondered briefly if her reaction was somehow tied to her
semi-transformations.  Cats did have that reputation.

   Then all thought process was lost the moment she felt Ron's hand upon
her breast.  She gasped and broke the kiss.  Ron was like a statue,
immobile in his fear that he had gone too far.  Breathing heavily, Hermione
looked down at Ron's hand, still covering her right breast.  At 12, there
wasn't much of anything there yet, but the tingling she felt was very real.
She wanted more.

   Putting her hand over his, she pressed down onto her chest as she
reached up to resume their kiss.  She was immediately rewarded with a
tentative squeeze of her breast.  Ron continued to kiss her, sending
rivulets of pleasure deep into her abdomen.

   She let out a great sigh of dreamy contentment when Ron finally broke
the kiss.  Looking up at him through narrowly slit eyes, she smiled
happily. She felt giddy and warm as she snuggled into the hospital bed. 
She caressed the arm he was using to prop himself up on the bed as he sat
sideways.  His fingers trailed through her hair and she giggle when she
realized she was purring again.

   "I like that," he told her finally.

   "You do?" she asked, though glad that he did.  "Why?"

   "Because it's really cute," he told her with a kiss to her forehead. 
The burst of purring in response caught in her throat with a resultant
sneeze.

   "Bless you," Ron said quickly.  They both looked at each other and
laughed.

   After a moment of semi-awkward silence, Hermione spoke up.  "You should
probably go before we're caught," she said.  Now that she wasn't being
quite so physical, her ability to think clearly was returning.  She
marveled at how those simple feelings had pushed everything else aside.  It
could be dangerous indeed, she realized, but it felt so deliciously good.

   "What if I don't want to?" he asked as he took up his gently scratching
behind her ears.

   Hermione melted.  "Ok," she purred, closing her eyes.  "You don't have
to." She'd been hoping he wouldn't leave anyway.  But she felt she had to
at least have tried.

   The bed shifted and she felt his arm go around her and his body move
against hers.  Hermione snuggled into his arms, fitting her body against
his.  She would gladly have stayed like that forever... except he was
laying on her tail and it really was a bit painful.

   Sitting up slightly, she pushed at his thigh, and realizing his mistake,
Ron lifted himself, allowing her to extricate her tail.  Upon being freed,
it swished broadly.

   "Sorry about that," Ron said sheepishly.

   "It's ok," Hermione assured him as she cuddled back down into his arms
and pulled the cover over both of them.  "Do you want to kiss me again?"
she asked, hoping that he would.

   In answer, Ron's hand took her shoulder as he hovered over her.  Her
lips were parted and her eyes closed as she waited to feel his lips on hers
once more.  Except instead of her mouth, his lips found the side of her
neck, just below the jawline.

   "Oh," she breathed, opening her eyes at yet another new sensation.  She
rather liked this almost as much as snogging.  Putting her arms around his
shoulders, she drew him closer.  She could feel the heat in his body as it
pressed against hers.  Though she was open mouthed, her breath seemed to
continually catch in her throat.

   Arching her back, she pressed her body against his, letting his arm
support them both.  Slowly, he let them both sink to the bed, his body
covering hers.  His burning hot kisses moved from the side of her neck down
to her shoulder and collarbone, where ever the cloth didn't cover her skin.

   Slowly, she became aware of Ron's hands, tugging up the hem of her
nightdress.  M momentarily, it frightened her because the tail made it all
my impossible to wear knickers comfortably.  However, Ron must have felt
her tensing because at that moment, his lips meant her own.  Surrendering
herself to him, she was vaguely aware of the cool air brushing against her
skin as he drew the material upward to her ribcage.

   It suddenly seemed like a wonderful idea and the desire to feel his skin
pressed close to hers was almost overwhelming.  Panting, she broke the
kiss. Her hands were eagerly working his jumper up over his chest, never
mind that he still had his robe on.  Ron pulled back long enough fumble out
of his robe as Hermione's cool hands slipped between the buttons of his
shirt.  The warmth of his skin sent chills down her spine.

   She and she licked at her lips in almost an animal like fashion that
seemed to drive Ron into a frenzy as he gave up on the buttons and peeled
the shirt over his head.  Hermione ran her fingers across his smooth, warm
skin.  Feeling his hard nipples and his wiry muscles.

   Forgetting her own nakedness in the effort to divulge him of his own
cloths, Hermione's hands dropped to his trousers, suddenly very excited to
see a real penis.  Not just pictures in a book.  Trying to undo his belt
buckle was maddening, almost as if her fingers had forgotten how to
manipulate something so simple.  She was about to reach for her wand when
he bushed her hands away and in one fell swoop, had his belt undone and his
trousers in a puddle at his feet.

   Ron kicked off his shoes and peeled his socks off with his toes.  At
that, he seemed to lose heart as he made no move to take down his boxers.
Hermione could see the tented material.  She knew he wouldn't be as large
as a grown man, but to her, the poke stood out quite nicely.  A smile
spread on her lips as she waited for him to take them down as well.

   Making a move as to lay back down with her, Hermione shook her head and
pushed him away.  "Off," she demanded, pointing at his boxers.

   "Aw blimey," he muttered as he blushed a deep crimson that made his
freckles even more pronounced.  "It's not exactly fair, is it?  You still
have your night shirt on."

   "I didn't hear you complaining when you were trying to wrench it from
me," she shot back playfully.

   Ron chuckled.  "Yeah, too right."

   She could feel his eyes on her as she took the hem of her nightshirt and
pulled it up and over her head completely.  Her frizz of hair entangled
itself unromantically so in a stray button.

   She knew here breasts were nothing to boast about.  Little more than two
humps of skin topped with over-large puffy pink nipples.  Yet, she really
liked the way Ron was looking at them.  It made her tingle deliciously.

   Smiling shyly, she bent over the side of the bed near his boxers, very
aware of the scraping of starched sheets over her sensitive nipples.  She
shivered, hardly being able to wait to feel Ron's hands on them now.  "Your
turn," she said with a Cheshire cat grin.

   Again he hesitated.  "It's not very big you know," he admitted, still
blushing.

   "I don't care," Hermione told him.  "I want to see it." With that, she
reached out with both hands to grab the elastic waistband and tugged them
down.  She stopped mid thigh as suddenly his willie popped free just a few
scant centimeters away from her nose.  It bobbed stiffly for a moment
before coming to a rest nearly straight up.

   "Oh wow," she whispered, taking in the smooth bulbous head and thick
veiny shaft.  It was perhaps 8 or 9 centimeters long but not much bigger
round than her thumb.  His testicles were tight against the base of his
willie and he was completely bald, unlike her own whisps of curly hair.

   Ron groaned, she reached out and took it in her hand.  His entire willie
fit into the palm of her hand quite nicely.  She looked up at him.  "All
right there Ron?" She asked, still holding him gently.

   Ron nodded.  "Yeah.  Go on then," he told her as he stood stock still.

   She explored his willie for a good while, marveling at the smooth
texture and springy hardness.  She'd learned quickly to read his
expressions to find out what felt good and what so obviously didn't.  Only
once did she have to apologize for squeezing his balls a bit too roughly.

   "That's it then," Hermione said as she held his willie in one hand while
stroking it softly with the other.  "We're going to do it, aren't we?"

   "I guess.  That is, if you wanta, I mean," he replied.

   Her ears went back slightly as a frown creased her features.  "I think I
do.  Do you?"

   "Yes," he admitted quickly enough to make her giggle.

   "Well all right, I guess it shan't hurt all that much.  I've read about
it in the Witchga..."

   "Cor, Hermione.  You and your books," Ron said and instantly regretted
it as she dropped him from her hand and looked perturbed.

   "Why, I..."

   She didn't get any further as Ron bent over and kissed her, silencing
any further protest other than a quiet murmur in the back of her throat. 
Still kissing her, he carefully pushed her back against her pillows,
climbing up onto the bed himself.

   The feel of his hot skin against her own brought within her a desire to
completely melt into his arms.  To mold her own body to his own.  Facing
each other as they were, she brought a leg over his own, wrapping her ankle
in the back of his knee.

   His hand found her breast and she felt her nipples were vast beacons
sending out flare after flair of pleasure throughout her body.  She could
feel his willie pressing against her thigh, hard but not hurting her as it
poked against her skin.  It actually felt better than she would ever have
thought possible.

   "That was mean," she said smiling after breaking the kiss.

   "Well it worked, now didn't it my little nekomimi?"

   Hermione giggled while her tail flickered in response to her amusement.
"Yes.  It did," she admitted before pulling him back down to her throat. 
He readily obliged by giving her wet bite-kisses all along her neck like
electric shocks.

   The trickling wetness wasn't a new experience for her, but never had
there been so much before, and never did it feel so hot.  When Ron had
moved his knee into her crotch, she thought she would surely pass out from
the sheer amount of pleasure it gave her.

   She was already squirming and grinding herself on his knee when his
mouth found her nipple.  It was at that moment, her world turned completely
upside down as an explosion that started in her abdomen and sent shockwaves
throughout her body.  She mewled as her body bucked against his knee,
jerking with each pulse pounding aftershock.  Her hand pulled Ron's head
closer, mashing his face against her skin, and running her fingers roughly
through his hair.

   "Wow," was all she could say.  She flopped over on her back as she
watched the dancing little white stars fade from her vision.  Her breathing
was still laboured and her heart felt as though she'd been running miles.

   Ron was grinning down at her.  "Feel good?"

   She just smiled as she ran her hand through his heavy mop of red hair.
"I didn't know it could be like that," she admitted.  "I liked it.

   His grin got even bigger.  Had she not seen it herself, she wouldn't
have believed it possible.  "What?" she asked with a giggle, her ears
fixing themselves in his direction.  "Tell me."

   "It's just that you're going to like this even better," he said as he
put a leg between hers and lifted himself over her.

   "Promise?" she smiled up at him as she hooked her arms around his neck.

   "Blimey.  Of course I do," he said as he centered himself between her
legs.

   Hermione responded by opening her legs wider, giving him more room.  The
stretching felt good, but then so did squeezing them against his thighs. 
She could feel his hardness rubbing against her lips and she rotated her
hips, feeling the different sensations it gave her.

   When he reached down between them, she felt her breath catch.  It was a
little too late to back out now, she thought.  But was this something she
really wanted to go through with?  She was suddenly glad he seemed to know
exactly what to do... How did he know, anyway?

   "Ron," Hermione started.  "You've done this before, haven't you?"

   Ron froze where he was and looked up into her eyes.  His willie was in
his hand and pressed up against her muffin... so very close... He nodded,
looking slightly peaked.

   "Thought so," Hermione said with a bit of disappointment.  "With who?"

   "Aw Hermione," Ron whined.  "What do ya want to know that for?"

   Hermione squeezed her thighs tight against him.  "With who?" she asked
again.

   He looked torn, but after another squeeze, he capitulated.  "Kezzy," he
said in a low, embarrassed voice.

   Hermione felt a hard rock in the pit of her tummy.  "Kezzy?!?" She sat
bolt upright, almost knocking him backward.  "Your cousin?  Ron, she's
Ginny's age...  and you're...  you're... well cousins!"

   "Shhhhh." Ron looked around, hoping no one had heard her outburst

   "Don't you shush me Ron Weasley," she said in a harsh whisper.  "You had
sex with your sister!  She's... she's just a child."

   Ron pulled back.  "Well so are you then, and I didn't hear you
complaining."

   "That's... different," Hermione found herself on the defensive and she
didn't like it at all.

   "How?" challenged Ron.

   "Well for starters, we're not related."

   "So?"

   "It's bullocks is what it is," Hermione shot back, her ears almost flat
against her scalp.

   "Tis not," Ron said turning a bit red, though not from a blush.

   Each both lapsed into silence, looking abjectly at anything else besides
each other.  Hermione couldn't believe she had actually been about to...
to... She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  "You didn't... didn't...
force her, did you?" she asked, not opening her eyes, though her ears were
trained on him.

   "What?" Ron sounded generally upset.  "Of course not!" When he touched
her arm she didn't cringe away, though she did open her eyes to look at
him. "I swear to you," he said.  "Everything we did... well it was
something we both wanted." Ron sighed and looked wholly defeated.  "Look
Hermione.  You have to trust me on this.  I've heard about how Muggles view
this..."

   The statement shook Hermione.  "Are you saying incest is accepted here?"

   "Well not really accepted, more like it's tolerated," Explained Ron. 
"There are a great many wizarding families who swear by it, never marrying
outside their general family.  They say it strengthens the bloodlines."

   "That's completely insane, Ron!"

   "Yeah well, that's just how it is in the wizarding world innit?" He
crossed his arms and looked away.

   Now Hermione felt bad.  She hated allowing her Muggle upbringing to
colour how she saw this new world... but... incest?  It was a pretty tough
hurdle.  At last she sighed and felt the rest of her anger and shock drain
away.  "I'm sorry Ron," she said putting a hand on his shoulder and
caressing it softly.  "I should have known you wouldn't hurt her.  Do your
Mum and Dad know?"

   "Well that's part of the fun, isn't it?  Sneaking around.  They probably
suspect, but we've never been caught," he chuckled tentatively.  "I'm sorry
that I gave you a start," he said.

   "It's all right," she assured him, putting her head down on his
shoulder. It was funny, she thought.  She should be repulsed, but with Ron,
she felt as though she could accept anything at all.  She could feel the
muscle in his shoulder relax a little.  "Is... is your family one of them
that will marry only someone from their family?"

   Ron turned back toward her, taking her in his arms.  She didn't resist.
"No, of course not.  Mum and Dad are distant cousins mind you, so red hair
is really big in our family, but Mum and Dad just want us to be happy with
whoever."

   "Even a Muggle?"

   Leaning against his chest, she knew the question had surprised him.  She
felt the start and his breath catch.  But it was only the slightest of
hesitations.  "Yes.  Even a Muggle." Ron set his cheek on her head, being
mindful to give her ears plenty of room, as he caressed her back.

   Hermione felt as though her heart might explode more intense than the
orgasm she'd just had.  She smiled and buried her pleasure in his chest.

   "I guess that sort of killed the mood for you, dinnit?" Ron asked, his
breath hot in her ear, making it flutter slightly.

   "Only for a little while," she confessed.  Pulling back, she held onto
his hands as she looked him in the eye.  "Ron... would you... make love
with me?"

   The grin she knew and had come to love returned to his face.  "WOULD
I?!"

   "Shhhh," she said laughing.

   "Oh yeah, Right.  That," he looked sheepishly at her, just before
kissing her.  Hermione surrendered to his touch, to his kisses, secure in
the knowledge that she would love him no matter what and that there would
be no secrets at all between them.

   Soon, he was back in the same position, hovering over her, kissing her
on the lips.  She had her arms around his neck, kissing him back with just
as much passion and desire.  Except this time, there was one big
difference. He had her complete trust and love, body and soul.

   This time when she felt his hand slide his willie the length of her
valley, it didn't frighten her.  She knew this was what she wanted, and
that Ron was the boy she wanted to do it with.

   Ron paused as the entrance of her muffin, slowly exerting pressure into
her.  It hurt a bit, but she'd expected that.  Books couldn't begin to
explain what it was like to have an orgasm, but they had helped prepare her
for this very moment.

   Hooking her ankles around the back of Ron's thighs, and with her hands
on the small of his back, she readied herself.  Without warning, Hermione
bucked her hips up against him while simultaneously pulling him into her.
She gasped as the burning sensation, but more so the stretched, full
feeling inside her.

   That was it?  She thought to herself?  She nearly laughed aloud. 
Piercing her ears hurt harder than that.  Opening her eyes, she was a
little surprised to find Ron staring down at her, full of concern.  "Are
you all right?" he asked.

   She felt a rush of love for this boy, and knew that one day despite
anything that may happen, he would be hers in marriage.  Smiling at him,
she brushed the hair from his eyes.  "Yes," she said as she shifted her
hips, getting used to the feeling of having something... or someone rather,
buried inside her.

   "Good," he told her with a kiss.

   Ron withdrew almost all the way to the tip, leaving suction and a new
empty feeling that she didn't like so much, now that she knew what it was
to be complete.  Hermione took that opportunity to look down between them.
His willie was all slick and wet looking.  She watched it disappear back
into her muffin until his bare pelvis ground against her few hairs,
grinding his pelvic bone into her clitoris.

   She sighed in absolute pleasure.  Closing her eyes, she lost herself to
his kisses that covered her from forehead to her sensitive nipples and
everything in between.  It hadn't taken her long to match his strokes with
her own hip movements.  What had started as a slightly off-beat ditty, was
now a perfectly synched opus.

   She was well aware of the building pressure that was threatening to
overwhelm her.  It felt so wonderfully perfect, that she almost didn't want
it to end.

   "Oh Hermione... I'm so close," Ron muttered into her ear.  His breath
was hot and ragged in her sensitive ear.

   Then again, she thought to herself, nothing lasts forever.  In response,
she hugged him close, wrapping her legs around him again.  "Don't even...
think of stopping... Ron," she warned him through her own laboured
breathing.

   Thankfully, he didn't slow his movements, but his body was tense with
the strain og holding back.  "It's ok... I won't get pregnant."

   That was the encouragement he needed, it seemed as three jagged strokes
later, he pushed deep inside her, grinding as his willie pulsed, spilling
the first in a series of streams of semen.  The sudden hot blast of wetness
and the immediate slickness gave her all she needed as well.

   Clutching at his shoulder, she felt her body explode into a blinding
brightness that touched every pore in her body.  Her body convulsed even as
Ron held on through his own orgasm.

   When Hermione came back to awareness, Ron was slumped over her.  His
weight was oddly comforting atop her.  His breathing was ragged as he
watched her.  She was still hanging onto him, her hands on his sweat slick
back.  Caressing him, she petted him affectionately.

   She looked into his eyes and smiled.  She flexed her vaginal muscles
around his still hard willie and his tired eyes shot open.

   "Oh, I think I love you," he told her as he ran his fingers across her
chest, sending shivers of delight through her skin.

   "Just think?" she teased.  His words had hit her so fully that she could
hardly breath.  She wanted him so badly to love her.

   "No, I'm positive," he said.  "Hermione Granger... I love you."

   "Oh Ron," she exclaimed as she hugged him to her.  "I love you too Ron
Weasley," she giggled.  Pushing him on his back, she climbed atop him,
sinking onto his shaft with an ooo.  Slowly they began to rock as he played
with her breasts.

   ***

   It was hours later that Hermione languished luxuriously on the hospital
bed, basking in the warm glow that radiated from her, body and soul.  Ron
grinned at her as he pulled his shirt back over his head.  "I can't wait to
tell Harry," he admitted.

   "Harry?!" Hermione gasped as she bolted upright.  Her ears faced full
front while her tail twitched in agitation.  She shook her head in concern.
What would Harry think?  "No," she said worriedly.  "You shouldn't tell
Harry about this."

   Ron paused in fixing his tie haphazardly around his neck.  He cocked his
head as he looked at her.  "Have you gone nutters?  Why shouldn't we tell
Harry?  I mean..."

   "Hypnomens," Hermione said as a burst of white light streaked from her
wand, hitting Ron in the chest.  Tears streaked her face as she desperately
fended off deep sobs.  Ron for his part stared at nothing, his mouth wide
open.

   Standing on rather wobbly legs, Hermione shifted her nightdress over her
head and back into position while trying to ignore the rather slick feeling
between her legs.  "My dearest Ron," she whispered as she stroked his cheek
with tender care.

   It was a spell she'd come across in her studies.  A derivative of a
rather nasty spell called Obliviate.  It was something she'd hoped she'd
never have to use.  Her own curiosity had driven her to learn the spell
along with the logic that it may one day be useful against Malfoy.  Now
she'd had to use it against the person she'd come to love.  Why was the
world never fair?

   Fighting back the tears, Hermione kissed him on the cheek.  "Go back to
you room, Ron.  Go, and get into bed, and when you awaken, you'll be
convinced that you had the best night's sleep you ever had.  You won't
remember anything that happened tonight between you and me.  Do you
understand?"

   "I understand," he said in a monotone with nary a glance in her
direction.  At once he turned to make his way back to the dormitory.

   Hermione flung herself back onto the hospital bed amid heart-wracking
sobs.  She knew what she had to do.  Snatching a quill and two small pieces
of parchment from the bedside table she wrote a few lines before placing a
spell on it.  The second note took longer to compose.  She set the note
along with her wand beside her pillow and tried to get comfortable on her
side.

   Grasping her wand, she looked at the tip.  "Hypnomens," she whispered.
Immediately, her first note began reciting the words she had written in her
own voice.  As it was spoken, each word disappeared from the parchment...

   *****

   "Good morning," Madame Pomfrey said cheerfully as she pulled open the
curtains.  Early morning light filtered in from the high windows.

   Hermione yawned and stretched as only a partial cat can.  She stopped in
mid stretch, however as a vaguely sharp twinge in her groin caught her
attention.  "Ow..." she'd said aloud.

   Quickly, she looked around, but Madame Pomfrey had moved on.  With a
sigh of relief, she reached down between her legs and tenderly felt around.
It was sore.  Not merely sore, but almost bruised feeling and she was
squishy wet and it certainly wasn't sweat.  Picking up the covers, she
looked down as best she could.

   The clear sticky wetness on her fingers told her that she hadn't started
menstruating yet.  The odor was quite strong.  It wasn't unpleasant really,
but she couldn't imagine what it could be.  She tried to remember what had
happened the previous night, but it was completely blank.  Had something
happened?

   That's when she finally saw the note.  Picking it up, she recognized her
own handwriting, but she couldn't remember writing it.

   The note read "Me, This is you writing me this note.  Believe me when I
tell you that it is for the best that I took this memory from you, and I
beg you, please do not seek to restore it until perhaps sometime after
graduation.  Yours truly, Me"

   "How very odd," she muttered.  She was about to set the note on her
night table when she noticed Ron's magazine.  She'd seen him reading it...
somewhere.  How did it... No...

   Shaking her head, she decided she would take her own council and just
try and forget that she had forgotten anything.  Besides.  She really
needed to use the lavatory.


 




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