4. Part Trois

A/N: Yes, I know the third installment wasn't everything it could have been, which is why I changed the title to "Interlude." It is just that this chapter was so long and that one naturally ended at that point. I believe this one should be more to your liking. *wink*

Disclaimer: JKR, I love you! Thanks for letting me get raunchy with your creation.

...And Temper Begets Pleasure

part quatre

~notsosaintly~

Hermione was not to be found in Gryffindor Tower the following morning. Granted, it was Saturday and there were no classes to rush off to, but she generally made it a practice to wait in the common room for the boys so they could go down to breakfast together.

Ron was a little worried at her absence. Was she feeling awkward about what had happened between the three of them the day before? Perhaps they had pushed her too far and she was regretting it. Perhaps she felt she could not face them after last night and they would lose her friendship forever. Ron's stomach tightened at the thought.

Harry walked over from the stairs to the girls' dormitory. "Ginny said she's not up there. Let's just go. I'm famished. We'll catch up with her later."

"You don't think she..." Ron broke off mid-sentence. He couldn't bring himself to say it.

"I hope not," Harry muttered, his own worry showing. "Knowing her, she probably thought about it too much and...well, I hope she thought about it but I just hope she doesn't feel poorly about it, is all."

Running a hand through his hair, Harry gave Ron an uneasy glance but Ron's face merely mirrored his own. There was nothing to do but to go down to breakfast.

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"Here you go, dear," Madam Pomfrey bustled toward Hemione. "Swallow this now and come back to see me in four weeks for the next dose. I have to say, I am really surprised that you are asking for a contraceptive potion."

Hermione felt slightly offended. What was it about her that made people astonished that she might actually be a normal, hormonal teenage girl? Of course, she didn't really want them to know that she was behaving like a normal, hormonal teenage girl.

She let out a short laugh for Madam Pomfrey's benefit. "Oh well. My periods have just been really heavy and painful and I read in Perfecting Potions last semester that this particular contraceptive is just wonderful for that sort of thing."

Madam Pomfrey relaxed visibly. "Well, good for you, dear. Don't let those boys distract you. You have such promise. I can just see you going on to an excellent career...perhaps becoming a Healer?"

It was a frequent topic of conversation between the two. Madam Pomfrey never failed to enquire as to Hermione's career aspirations, always hopeful that the young girl would take her lead. According to Madam Pomfrey, the profession could always use bright, intelligent witches and wizards; it was already full of those who followed the path simply because they were expected to.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey. I'll mark it in my schedule to see you in four weeks then. I better get down to breakfast before Harry and Ron send out a search party."

She giggled and waved and left as quickly as possible without making it seem like she was avoiding a conversation, which she most definitely was. She would rather be making a potion than administering it, but she had no desire to disappoint the well-meaning witch.

Glancing at her watch, she nearly tripped over the bottom stair and swore. She hadn't meant to be this long. Harry and Ron would no doubt have been ready and waiting for her in the common room. Now they were probably worried about her, or rather the reasons why she hadn't been there. She jogged in the direction of the Great Hall, thinking that the sooner she got there, the better.

Sure enough, there the boys were, sitting in their usual seats, looking morose. At least they had left her a space. She swore silently at herself for being late. She should have gotten up earlier and taken care of this before they noticed her absence, but she had slept a little longer than she expected. Still, her visit to Madam Pomfrey had been too important to put off for even another day.

"Good morning, boys," she said cheerfully as she squeezed herself in between.

They stopped eating and looked at her, faces lighting up, hoping that her pleasant demeanor meant she was having no regrets. Hermione slid a hand onto each of their thighs and gripped firmly in an even more intimate 'hello,' one she knew they would pick up on right away.

Beaming, they both muttered through mouthfuls of food, "Hi Hermione! Where've you been?"

Across the table, Seamus and Dean gave each other questioning looks, a fact which Hermione noticed right away. She didn't think it would be wise to draw attention to the change in their relationship just yet. It wasn't very conventional, that was for sure. What was she supposed to do anyway, go around calling both of them her boyfriends? Though the thought of it sent shivers down her spine and made her toes tingle, not to mention other parts.

"I'll tell you later, okay?" She wasn't about to mention her visit to Madam Pomfrey in front of the whole of Gryffindor Tower, which she would effectively be doing since Seamus and Dean seemed to have taken interest in their conversa.tion. "I'm famished. What's for breakfast?"

Without further ado, she had scrambled eggs spooned onto her plate by Ron and a fresh assortment of melon added by Harry. She smiled at both of them, enjoying the extra attention. She must have worried them both immensely, but it seemed like all was forgiven.

What she really wanted to do, especially now that she no longer had to worry about the contraceptive potion, was move her hands a bit higher and squeeze something more than their muscular thighs. The vision of what she would find there...on both sides...made her heart skip a beat. She looked over at Ron, whose blue eyes darkened just a bit as they met hers, and had to suppress the desire to take his face in her hands and snog him senseless right at the table.

No, she reprimanded herself, shaking the thought loose from her head. I will not make a spectacle of myself. I am supposed to set an example.

She murmured, "Thanks," instead and dug into her breakfast, almost as voraciously as the boys.

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"Hey! Where're you going, Harry?" Ron called after the other boy who turned left upon leaving the Great Hall.

"I have a meeting with Dumbledore," he called over his shoulder. "I have one every Saturday morning, Ron, you know that. I'll see you guys at lunch if not sooner."

Ron watched Harry's retreating back for a moment longer. Yeah, he had forgotten; he was slightly preoccupied this morning. He looked down to see Hermione shift her heavy book bag to the other shoulder. Oh no, this was supposed to be Saturday. People were supposed to have fun on Saturdays!

"Don't tell me you're going to the library," he complained.

Hermione looked at him sheepishly. "You could come if you wanted to, Ron. Sorry."

She shrugged her shoulders and turned to leave when one of Ron's large hands grabbed her elbow and pulled her against the wall. He was going to kiss her, he really wanted to, but it was too public of an area. Then he would have to start answering questions and he didn't want to destroy Hermione's reputation. Nor his, for that matter, because how would he explain it when it became obvious this wasn't a simple boy-girl relationship? He could just hear Seamus asking, Well, if you are Hermione's boyfriend and Harry is Hermione's boyfriend, does that make Harry your boyfriend, too? No thanks.

Ron crushed her against the wall and looked down at her, loving the way she didn't resist him, seeing the turmoil in her face that must have also been on his own. He knew she could feel the erection he had maintained throughout breakfast as he pushed against her hip.

"Where were you this morning, Hermione?" he whispered. "I was so worried. I thought you were avoiding us."

Just one little kiss...what would it hurt? He cupped her jaw and wet his lips. Just one.

"Ron," she warned, bringing her own hand to cover his. "Not here. I want to, believe me, but not here." She was not above pressing her hipbone against the bulge in his pants, though. "I went up to see Madam Pomfrey this morning. I wanted to get up earlier, but I had a bit of a lie-in."

Ron snorted, "Lie-in? It's not officially a lie-in until you have slept past 8:00. Why didn't you tell us you were sick? We would have come with you to the infirmary. Are you okay?"

"I'm not sick, Ron. Apparently somebody has to keep a clear mind in this relationship. I went to get a contraceptive potion."

Realisation dawned on his face. Oh, shite! A contraceptive potion! She was right, he hadn't thought clearly enough about the situation. But she had taken care of it; no reason to panic.

Hermione chuckled and said low enough so any passers-by would not be able to hear, "So I guess this means we will be free to pursue further activities at our leisure then, Mister Weasley."

Was that a wink? Did Hermione Granger just wink at him? He could have thrown her to the floor right there and shagged her on the spot. His erection jumped at the thought.

"Mmm...I see the idea appeals to you," she giggled, having felt the jolt against her hip. "But I really need to go to the library this morning and get some studying out of the way. I'm sure you and Harry will figure something out and we can play later."

She ducked under his arm and trotted down the hall toward the library, turning back to blow him a kiss. Ron stood there in amazement. He never thought he would have seen the day Hermione Granger openly flirted with him. Further activities? He couldn't wait.

No, really, he couldn't wait. In fact, what the bloody hell was he thinking, letting her walk off like that without him? He scolded himself for being so thick sometimes. He needed to get a grip on himself and...okay, well not that kind of grip. There was going to be no need for that today, if he had anything to say about it. He turned and ran toward Gryffindor Tower to get his book bag and borrow a little something from Harry's trunk. He was going to the library.

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She loved the library on Saturday mornings. Usually she was the only one who bothered to show up. Other students would show up after dinner Sunday evening to work on last-minute assignments, and if they bothered to show up at all on a Saturday it was only right before exam time. She sighed contentedly and organised her books, parchment and quills on a table in the far corner where she would be surrounded by the smell of books. Ah, this was perfect!

She spent ten minutes looking at past research for a Potions assignment, trying to decide what reference materials she needed to consult next, when Madam Pince came out of seemingly nowhere.

"And how is my little bookworm today?" the librarian asked.

"Fine, thanks, Madam Pince. How are you?" Hermione smiled. Madam Pince was her favorite staff member next to Professor McGonagall.

"Just dandy, dear. I was hoping to ask a favour of you today; I'm sure it will not affect your studying," Madam Pince chuckled. "I have an allotment of rare books that just arrived at Flourish and Blotts this morning. They said they would deliver it Monday, but I just cannot wait all weekend. Would you mind keeping an eye on things for me until lunchtime? I know it's a huge favour to ask but..."

"Oh! I would be honoured, Madam Pince," Hermione interrupted. "It's no trouble at all. I can certainly understand. I wouldn't be able to wait until Monday either."

Madam Pince laughed outright. "I knew you would understand. Wonderful! Well then, I shall be off. Just close the door when you head off to lunch, dear. Thank you! Good bye, then!"

Hermione smiled to herself as Madam Pince quickly gathered her cloak and bustled out of the library, not wanting to waste another precious second without her new acquisition. It was nice to be trusted with such a responsibility. She finished making her list of resources and headed off into the stacks to find them.

Hermione knew she could have used a Summoning Charm to get them, but there was something about searching the stacks, being surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of books. The slightly moist air of the stacks, the shuffle of the pages, the crackle of a rarely-used binding; she loved it all. The first three books on her list were easy. She found them quickly and placed them on her table. The last one was in the Restricted Section: Dark Herbs and their Not-So-Dark Uses. She didn't have to use this book for her paper, but she knew Professor Snape would be most impressed if she did. She was hoping for an apprenticeship next year with the man. She figured this paper would definitely make or break his decision.

Lowering the wards, she walked between the stacks of the Restricted Section. The books were older here. The scent was different as well; not exactly different in a bad way, but different in an unusual way. The book should be right about here...she scanned the upper shelf and reached for the heavy, dust-covered tome.

Even the dust smells like books, she thought as she involuntarily sneezed twice and headed back to her table, warding the section once more.

She was surprised to see she was no longer alone. A table at the other end of the library had been appropriated by Terry Boot. Terry raised his hand in greeting and she did the same. Of course, she had forgotten Terry might show up. His grades were just a notch or so under hers; he was the only other student in her year...and practically every other year...who took his studies as seriously as she did. Settling into her seat, she happily dove into her research.

An ink smudge later, she felt something brush her ankle and reached down absentmindedly to brush it away, not even pausing her scratching quill. The third time, she looked up to note Terry was absorbed in a book and looked down to make sure Mrs. Norris wasn't prowling under her table or chair.

Then something tickled up her leg. Pushing her chair back abruptly, again she saw nothing.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Terry half-whispered, half-called from the opposite side of the room.

She gave him a wan smile and a nod and pulled her chair back to the table, intent upon getting back to her note-taking.

Suddenly, a pressure exerted itself on both her knees and she felt her legs being pushed apart. This was no cat. In fact, the pressure felt suspiciously like two large hands. Her skirt, which had fallen into the valley between her spread legs was being pushed higher to reveal her knickers.

She knew if she wanted to, she could probably reach under the table and grab a fistful of invisibility cloak, but she decided to see where this was going to lead. Checking to see if Terry was still absorbed in his book, which thankfully he was, Hermione propped the largest of her books upright on the table to block any view Terry may have of her face. She was relatively sure he couldn't see under the table from that distance.

A muffled gasp accompanied the finger that ran over the silk knickers she wore, traveling down between her cleft where the material became narrower and narrower. She smiled. The set of underwear she had decided to wear this morning...her only sexy pair...had cost her twenty-five pounds. It was nice that they were finally being appreciated.

The slight scrap of silk was pushed to one side and she spread her thighs even wider as a thumb pushed and circled against her clit. She slumped slightly in her chair, enjoying the unexpected pleasure. After all, how often did a girl get such a wonderful study break? No matter that she had only begun studying.

She remembered just in time that Terry Boot was only a few stacks away. The tongue, which replaced the thumb, nearly made her moan out loud. Gods, that felt good. Looking down between the table and her lap at the empty space, she wondered which of the boys was gifting her this morning, Harry or Ron. It was Harry's cloak and his meeting with Dumbledore hardly ever lasted beyond a half hour, so that would have to be her first choice.

"Harry?" she whispered, making the educated guess.

The mouth sucking her clit hummed, "Mm-mm," and sucked a little harder.

Her eyes glazed over. Not Harry. Ron then. Yes, of course it would be Ron. But...oh!...she should have known it was him by the...mm, yes...way he sucked and ground rather than the way Harry had...gods...licked and teased her clit the day before. It was a learning process. And it was all she could do not to grab the invisible head and further things along a bit.

Ron's tongue swiped up and down and then side to side. She wasn't quite sure she could keep quiet much longer; she was running out of breath, trying not to gasp too loudly as she took another. Then she felt something harder take place of his tongue and continue its grinding motion. His tongue...oh, Ron of the bloody brilliant tongue!...made a pass across her opening and tried to fill her in time with...breathe, Hermione, breathe...the strokes of what most obviously was his nose. You could do that with a nose? Bless Merlin and all his mistresses!

And those hands, those large, broad hands that made her feel so taken care of, were massaging the insides of her thighs, pulling the skin taut, which in turn had the pleasant effect of stimulating her even more.

Yes, Ron, don't stop, she thought desperately, wanting to scream it at the top of her lungs. If he stopped, she would most surely die. How could she have lived without such pleasure before? This was infinitely better than what she had ever accomplished by her own hand.

Her thighs tightened and her hips rose a couple centimetres off the seat. Almost there. Ron obeyed and returned his mouth to her clit, sucking as hard as he could and pumping his thumb into her at the same time. That was all it took. Her teeth drew blood as they clamped down hard on her bottom lip to stifle a cry and she came...hard.

Though her hips had relaxed back onto the chair, Ron continued to stroke her with his thumb, catching each and every contraction. He was brilliant. Ronald Weasley certainly knew how to give a girl an orgasm. He smoothed her skirt back into place as her breathing slowed.

Slowly, Hermione sat up and looked over the propped-up book. Where was Terry? Shite! What if he heard...or even saw...oh, how embarrassing! She looked around fretfully, hoping that she would not see him anywhere in the vicinity, when suddenly he reappeared from behind the bookshelf next to his own table, nose buried in a book. Breathing a sigh of relief, she slumped back into her chair.

"Psst. Hermione," Ron whispered from under the table, lowering the hood of the cloak so she could see his face.

His mussed up hair and swollen lips made her want to join him beneath the table right then. She supposed, however, that with Terry around it wasn't such a good idea. She smiled at him, her heart swelling a fraction.

"Hi," she whispered back, reaching a hand toward him.

A hand appeared and he laced his fingers through hers, smiling back. "Come with me. Take a study break."

"I can't, Ron," she whispered, wanting more than anything to do as he asked. "I promised Madam Pince to look after things this morning. She went to Diagon Alley."

Disappointment was written clearly upon his face. She knew he must be feeling slightly uncomfortable at the moment and she wanted to rectify the situation, but how could she do that with Terry around? Not just Terry, but theoretically anyone could come walking through that door, and finding two prefects snogging in the book stacks would certainly be detrimental to their positions.

"Come, Ron. I need to return a book to the Restricted Section."

Winking at him, she stood and picked up the book she barely had a chance to look at and walked toward the back of the library. She figured the Restricted Section was probably far enough away from Terry that they could actually speak without being heard, but she would still have to be sure they didn't get too loud.

Waving her wand she lowered the wards, gave Ron enough time to slip past her and put them back up. No way was she going to chance Terry or anyone else for that matter being tempted by a wardless door. She walked back to the shelf to replace the book, adding a little sway in her hips, tempting the boy who was breathing heavily beneath the cloak.

"Honestly, if one wants to be invisible, one should try not to breathe," she chastised as she reached up to place the book back on the top shelf.

An arm reached over her head and easily pushed the book back in its place. "Stop breathing. That's a good one. Perhaps you would like me to pass out. Then what good would I be?" He pulled her backwards into his waiting arms, being sure to show her how tortured he was at the moment.

The proof of his lust made her stop breathing. Gods, his erection was such a turn-on. She pressed back against him, making him groan.

"I cannot believe you came to the library on a Saturday," she moaned through the pleasure that was clouding her brain.

"What can I say? I felt like studying," he teased.

"And what, pray tell, are you studying, Ronald Weasley?" she asked, all the while grinding her bum against his erection, enjoying the feel of it as it grew even harder.

"I am studying you," he whispered, placing a kiss next to her ear. "The Art of Seducing Hermione. I heard there's a book on the subject around here somewhere." He nibbled along the edge of her ear, tracing the lobe with his tongue, sending shivers down her spine.

"Well, if there were such a book, it would most definitely be shelved in the Restricted Section," she gasped as his mouth nipped a line down her neck and sucked lightly on her collarbone.

His breathing was becoming rougher with every movement of her hips. She knew he wanted more than just this. Hell, she wanted more than just this.

"What do you want, Hermione?" Ron asked, seeming to read her mind, breathless with need. "Tell me what you want me to do. Can you feel how much I want you?"

She tried to speak, but she felt utterly weak with need. The mouth that sucked on her neck and the cock that was so close to where she wanted it to be had control over her mind. All she could do was moan.

"Mmm," Ron kissed his way up her neck and back to her ear. "Not very talkative, are we? Well, I suppose I will have to make all the decisions then."

He turned her around, looking at her appraisingly, then his eyes glinted...or was that a glimmer from the torch in the wall? She had never seen this side of Ron before, the side where he took control. She felt her nipples tighten, realising that she more than liked it.

"Take off your clothes," he demanded.

"Here?" Was he serious?

"Yes. Take off your clothes. All of them." He licked his lips almost ferally.

Gods, this side of him was turning her on. She had had no idea he could be like this...so commanding, so sure of himself...not until his little performance in History of Magic. He had been so shy up until then. She had to admit, his shyness had never been appealing.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her jumper and let it fall open to expose her burgundy lace bra, the one that matched the knickers he had already seen. It pushed her cleavage together to give the impression that she was spilling out of the lace. Ron's expression made the twenty-five pounds she spent worthwhile. Smiling, she let the shirt fall to the floor.

The shoes were kicked off to one side, and she slowly leaned forward to remove her socks, letting her breasts fall forward, teasing him a little bit more. Taking her time, slowly peeling off each sock, she hid a grin as he moaned above her. Oh-so-slowly, she stood up to face him. Undressing had never been so fun.

Ron leant back against a stone pillar, unable to support his weight any longer. His eyes burned into her flesh, from her lace-covered breasts to her smooth, slightly rounded tummy. She had the skirt left, though. He said he wanted all of her clothes off and she was not about to disappoint.

The side zipper of her short skirt slid open and it fell past her thighs and crumpled to the floor. She smiled at him, somewhere in between innocent and lustful, and made a show of turning around and slowly bending over to gather her skirt to add it to the pile. The very brief matching knickers...ones that he had seen but not from all angles...barely covered her mons in front and merely laced between the cheeks of her behind.

"Gods, Hermione," Ron groaned through gritted teeth.

He shucked his shirt and stopped her when she reached around to unfasten her bra. "No, leave it on. For some reason seeing you in this is hotter than seeing you naked."

Yes, twenty-five pounds definitely well spent, she thought. She had no reason to buy it last summer other than she wanted to have at least one sexy set of underwear, just in case. Preparation always worked in her favor.

Ron's chest and upper arms flexed as he worked the buttons of his pants. One of the things that she found herself fixated upon as the boys grew older was the widening of their shoulders, the muscles of their pectorals especially. They had no idea what it did to her when they went shirtless down by the lake. She had noticed other girls looking as well...they always did. It always made her slightly jealous, although she had no reason to be. But now, these muscles...these boys...were hers.

He stepped out of his pants, pushing them into the pile she had begun. The Gryffindor lion on the front of his boxers...how many pairs of these did he own anyway?...growled at her. Hermione giggled. Charmed boxers. How...charming.

"He doesn't bite. Take them off," Ron said, moving closer so she could comply.

Fingers trembling more from desire than nervousness, Hermione slipped her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down to his thighs.

"Keep going," he whispered, watching as she bent before him, pulling the boxers to the floor and waiting for him to step out of them.

She knew she was presenting him with a temptation, for her bum was sticking gloriously up in the air. His hands planted themselves firmly on each fleshy mound and he kneaded them roughly. A finger slid beneath the thin string that traveled between her legs. He followed the string farther until he found the softer flesh, stroking her parted lips and everything in between. She stayed in that position for a moment, not really being of a mind to interrupt.

But suddenly she felt as though she were neglecting him. His erection stood proudly in its red nest of curls, thick and strong. She had been surprised at his taste the day before, not knowing what to expect. He always smelled like the Weasley house, a mixture of baked goods and well-exercised boys, and she thought he would smell and taste more musky, more like sweat, perhaps more like boy.

But the place she now nuzzled with her nose was different than the scents that clung to his outer shell. Inside, beneath all the layers of clothing, down in the place that he called his own, he smelled like the outdoors. The way one smelled after being windblown by a summer breeze. It stirred her to the quick, exciting the very nerve endings she longed for him to touch.

She inhaled him deeply and cradled the sac that hung under his jutting penis. Its heaviness astounded her as did its size. She squeezed experimentally and he gasped, muttering for her to be careful. Sensitive, most definitely. But she wanted to try one more thing.

Opening her mouth wide, so as not to hurt him with her teeth, she gently sucked in one of his testicles. His groan was very encouraging. She played with it a bit and even pulsed it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue until he moaned, "Hermione," and fixed a grip in her hair.

Her answering "Hmmmm?" made him jump slightly and she repeated the action, feeling her voice vibrate through the flesh in her mouth. Not unlike a vibrator, the thought made her giggle, which in turn made him groan louder.

Ron whimpered, "Gods, Hermione, you better stop. It's too much."

Smiling, she stood. This sight was one she would remember forever: Ronald Weasley naked in the Restricted Section of the library with a hard-on.

"You know what I'm going to do with you, don't you Hermione?" He advanced on her, surprising her a little with his renewed determination.

Switching positions so her back was against the column instead of his, she had a fair idea what was coming next, or at least what she hoped was coming next.

Ron bent until his mouth was right against her ear and whispered, "I am going to fuck you right here among all these books. I am going to fuck you so hard you will remember it for the rest of your life. You will never see a library the same way again."

Probably not, she admitted silently. She felt the wetness leak slowly from between her legs and her nipples grew harder. What was he doing to her? She had never wanted anything so badly as she now wanted him buried inside of her. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a fierce kiss.

Wanting Ron was different than wanting Harry. The night before had been exciting. The boys had brought out passions in her she had never really been aware of having. By the time Harry had entered her, she had been in such an altered state of mind that she hadn't the chance to even think about what was happening.

She loved both boys. Each excited her in his own way. Harry was the sweet, gentle one, the romantic, the perfect one to take her virginity. Ron was rough and tumble and appealed more to her passionate side. Her pulse quickened.

"Yes, Ron," she breathed between kisses. "Fuck me...please!" Hell yeah, she was begging.

"Put your legs around my waist," he ordered as he lifted her off the floor, pushing her back against the wall.

She obeyed, resting her thighs on his hips, feeling his cock bobbing at her entrance as she found his mouth again and kissed him passionately. Now, gods now, she needed him now! She cried into his mouth.

Pushing aside the sliver of silk knickers he hadn't bothered to remove, he positioned himself and thrust upward. Heaven. Oh! He filled her just right, widening her just so...so deliciously that she felt completely and amazingly filled. Oh, this was different. Different than Harry, who maybe had a little more length but wasn't as thick.

She almost screamed as Ron held her against the wall with his hands and began to fuck her. He meant what he said. He was going to fuck her and fucking was the only way to describe the hard, animalistic thrusting in-and-out that he was now subjecting her to.

"Play with yourself," he grunted through the effort of holding her against the wall and having his way with her.

He watched, completely mesmerized, as her fingers flew between their bodies and frantically circled her clit through the dampened fabric. The extra sensation forced her head back. Mouth open, she tried to capture her breath. Ron pushed into her harder and she could feel every thrust end with an electrifying nudge against her cervix.

Holding her breath for a few seconds, the pleasure nearly overwhelmed her. Ron was grunting with every thrust now and his face was getting redder with the effort of holding back everything...his words, his shouts, his climax. Breathe! Out and in, and she was holding her breath again, feeling her lungs wanting to explode but at the same time feeling as though her whole being was going to shatter. Gods, she was so close!

Through the haze she heard Ron's command, a desperate plea, "Come for me, Hermione. Come for me now!"

Yes, yes, yes! Her mind swam, her fingers twisted, her thighs shook. Then the room seemed to spin out of control and she exploded around Ron's frantically pounding cock and he covered her mouth in a kiss just in time to stifle his moan and he came inside of her again and again and again.

Suddenly it was calm. The blood that had been rushing through her ears quieted to a dull rush and her breathing slowed to its regular pace and she could no longer hear the thumping of their hearts.

She rested against Ron, legs still wrapped around his hips though he had left her body as soon as he became flaccid, and sighed in contentment. She felt sleepy and satisfied and wished she hadn't made that promise to Madam Pince.

"I suppose I should leave since you need to watch the library," Ron whispered into her hair. "Anyway, I think I've finished whatever studying I needed to do."

Hermione giggled. "Oh, yes. I believe you are going to pass your exam with flying colors, Mister Weasley."

Ron looked up at her with wide eyes. "You mean there's going to be an exam?" he asked incredulously.

When she broke into another fit of giggles, he kissed her soundly and let her down to get dressed. Laughing only reminded her of what happened between them as his seed slowly soaked into her knickers and dripped down her thighs. It was mildly disagreeable, but at the same time it excited her to know that she could make him lose control like that. Ron noticed her staring at him.

"What?" he smiled at her.

"Nothing," she smiled back, flicking her wand and cleaning up the mess. "Only that I...I...oh, I don't know."

He chuckled. "You don't know? Hmm..it seems like I am having a positive influence on you then."

He bent and kissed her tenderly, so unlike the fierceness of their coupling, and pushed a curl away from her face. His look became suddenly intense and very serious and he tilted her chin upwards with a finger to look in her eyes.

"You know, Hermione," he whispered. "You are so beautiful."

She blushed. She didn't think so, but it was nice that someone else did. All she could do was smile in response, unsure of what to say. But she didn't have to say anything. Ron kissed her again, gently caressing her lips for a moment, briefly teasing the bottom lip with his tongue and let her go.

He gathered up the cloak and walked her back to the entrance of the Restricted Section and waited while she undid the wards that had effectively locked them in. Throwing the cloak over his shoulders, she watched as everything but his head disappeared.

Bending down one last time, he gave her one last chaste kiss and threw the hood over his head.

And like a breath of air, an invisible voice whispered, "I love you, Hermione," and was gone.

Heart aflutter, it took a long moment before she recovered and was able to make her way back to her table.

A/N: Right. Well, I told you the fourth chapter was there. It took me two days to write because, well, I have kids running about and my time is not my own. Then, as I was nearly finished, I decided that it just wasn't naughty enough and went back to add in the little bit under the table. I guess sex can't always be a thrill, but I can sure as heck try. (To quote SouthernWitch: Mwahahahahaha!)