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Hermione had never believed in fortune telling. Even before attending Hogwarts, she 'd always jeer at the portion in her destiny cookie -- You will have many great adventures. Hmph. generic tripe. It might as well have said she 'd meet a handsome stranger on a train. -- when her parents took her out for Chinese food for thought, even though she knew they were n't meant to be taken seriously, especially not with her parents being juvenile and adding, `` in bed '' after every one. She thought the vaticination that Dumbledore considered all-important was a shipment of hogwash.

Then she woke up one warm June morning with a strange boding, a chill running down her spine, and the very potent notion that whatever happened between Harry and Voldemort, she was not going to come out of it alert. And as it was nearly mid-June, she knew a confrontation was looming, because there had been one in June for the past tense six years ( well, sort of, she amended, a stickler for accuracy even in the silence of her own judgement ), and Voldemort was zero if not hung up on tradition. She tried to express joy it off, but couldn't.

She was n't the hysteric type, and she did n't fall back into her pillows weeping extravagantly over the prospect, though it certainly did n't thrill her. She still was n't quite sure why she believed it, but she did. Mostly. And she did feature one thing that needed doing before she died -- well, assuming she was n't just queasy from that stew they 'd eaten for dinner hold up nighttime ( she 'd asked Ron if it had n't smelled off, but he 'd just preserve eating with his common enthusiasm ) -- one affair she 'd really regret not doing.

Hermione farmer was not going to die a virgin.

She and Ron had been together since New Year 's, and had done some very enjoyable things, but she 'd always stopped short of -- what did all those cockeyed teenager movies call it ? Oh yes, going all the way.

wellspring, that was going to exchange, and it was going to convert today. Because Hermione Granger did not want to die a virgin, and she knew how to get what she wanted.

She showered and dressed, keeping Ron 's seduction in thinker when she chose the lacy down bra and matching panties that made her finger sexy ; Ron always treated her as if she were when she wore them. She twisted her unruly hair up into a bun, knowing Ron enjoyed pulling the pins out and letting it spill over her shoulders so he could run his fingers through it and swallow his face in it.

He was n't at breakfast, which was unusual, but not distressful. He 'd been studying for N.E.W.T.s almost as hard as she, still determined to become an Auror. He 'd been spending extra time in the library, which is where she found him, face down in a copy of his Transfiguration Day schoolbook, scroll of notes scattered about the carrel, which was in the darkest corner of the subroutine library, away from Madam Pince 's prying eyes.

Everyone else was still at breakfast, and the library was deserted.

'' Ron, '' she whispered, sassing close to his ear. He shifted but did n't wake. She licked at the volute of his ear, and he muttered in his sleep. She trailed her lips along his jaw, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her skin.

'' Hermione, '' he said, his articulation a sleepy growl that sent a rush of heat between her thighs.

'' I 'm here, '' she answered and covered his sass with hers, tasting sleep and sugar quills on his tongue.

His hands, large and warm and callused from quill and Quidditch, pulled her into his lap, her chick and robes spilling over the edges of the electric chair. She smiled against his brim -- perfect.

As he deepened the kiss, sucking on her knife and sending bolts of desire through her body, she fleetingly thought she should be thankful to Luna and Padma and that fifth-year, Christina Something-or-Other, because he was a tremendous osculator, and as good with his bridge player as with his mouth.

When she broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily, and she found she was already rocking her pelvic girdle against him, feeling the hard prominence of his hard-on against the wet hotness of her panties.

She wrapped her branch around his cervix and pressed herself to his chest, which had broadened in the past year ; he had across-the-board shoulders narrowing to tilt articulatio coxae, and an rump all the girls stared at when he wore Muggle clothes. They all knew that arse was hers now, she 'd made sure of that.

'' Good morning, '' she said, leaning her forehead against his and smiling

'' Hi. '' He slipped his custody up under her gown and then down her back. `` What a slap-up way to waken up. '' She wriggled and he sucked in a sharp breath. `` Hermione ? ``

'' Hmm ? '' she murmured, lips trailing down his throat.

'' You do lie with we 're in the library ? ``

'' Mmm. '' It could n't have been More perfect, actually. The subroutine library was her favourite place in Hogwarts, the place she felt most comfortable. And she felt a little extra shudder at the thought they could get caught so easily. She really was as a lot a Gryffindor as the boys.

'' I 've been thinking, '' she said, `` and, '' she kissed his decent brow `` I do n't, '' his left brow `` wish to, '' the span of his nose, `` die, '' one corner of his mouth, then the other, `` a Virgo the Virgin, '' full on the lip, swallowing his instinctive, `` You 're not going to die ! ``

When she let him speak again, he was breathless. `` You 're not going to die, '' he repeated. `` Are you sure you want to -- '' She kissed him, cutting off his head. When she pulled back, he was still talking. `` In the libr -- '' He broke off with a suppressed groan as she took his bridge player and slid it up the inside of her thigh, shivering with pleasure and need.

'' Yes, Ron. ``

He grinned and slid two finger's breadth beneath the elastic of her knickers, sliding along raw, wet shape and she gasped. This was associate -- he 'd had her writhing in his bed, hands and sass touching and teasing until her whole body exploded with blissfulness, but she wanted more, wanted everything, wanted him inside her in the best potential way. He kept his centre on hers, and she could see her own desire and pleasance reflected back at her.

She shifted a niggling, so she could unzip his trousers, reaching in to free his already hard turncock and he gasped. With her early manus she pulled the little foil packet boat out of her pocket.

'' I 'm prepare, '' she said, trying to concentrate as he circled her clit lazily with his ovolo, grinning because he knew exactly what he was doing to her. He liked to make her lose her train of thought, clear her moan his figure and naught else. She vaguely remembered she should have cast a silencing go, but could n't be arsed now to do it. She was barely holding onto coherence and could n't focus on anything but Ron 's hands on her consistency, and her hired hand on his.

She wrapped her fingers around the bag of his shaft and positioned the prophylactic at the top dog, grateful she 'd practiced earlier, as embarrassing as it had been. The house-elves had enjoyed teasing her about her sudden fondness for banana, until she 'd threatened them all with clothes.

His fingers clamped around her carpus, stopping her. `` Whassat ? What 're you doing ? '' There was a faint-hearted note of panic in his voice.

She took a deep breathing time, tried to get her sentiment under ascendency, though his other hired hand was still pressed against her sex. `` A rubber. '' Her voice shook a little, and she really hoped he was n't going to nibble a fight now. `` So I do n't end up pregnant. ``

'' That 's what contraceptus is for, '' he hissed, flushing red.

'' wellspring, yes, '' she replied, slightly annoyed by his response. Really, did he think she was completely pudding head ? `` I cast it before I left the dorm. ``

'' Then what -- ''

'' It does n't protect against assist or other sexually transmitted diseases, '' she answered, having learned this important fact after pestering Madam Pomfrey for a good twenty proceedings, until the chivy nurse had given in and explained that virtuoso did n't concern much about sexually transmitted diseases, as most of them were easily cured. Hermione was not so sanguine, despite knowing how powerful healing magic spell and potions could be.

'' What ? '' Ron jerked his manus away from her soundbox as his voice echoed through the library. She shushed him, eyes wide-eyed with worry that Pince would find them and then they 'd be lucky if they ever saw each other again, let alone got to shag. `` Sorry, '' he muttered, `` but I do n't get it. What -- ''

'' AIDS, Ron. It 's a terrible disease and it 's transmitted by sexual coitus. '' She could try her vocalism take on the lecturing feel of a public Service Announcement, and she hated it, hated that he was making her explain all this now. She 'd much rather have rolled it on him and guided him inside her, and they could discuss it later, but Ron always had to argue, could never just accept anything she said at face economic value. It was one reason she loved him, but God it was frustrating at the moment.

'' But the healer -- ''

In the cheek of his continuing contention, even as they were so nigh to actually having sex, she brought out the laborious gun. `` Look, I promised my mother, okay ? '' She pressed a aristocratic kiss to his lip. `` I promised her that when I finally -- that I 'd have prophylactic sex, and I do n't require to bring out a promise. '' She attempted to stimulate off his grip on her carpus, but he was clinging like a grindylow, his face red and his body tensed as if for flight.

'' Could we not let the cat out of the bag about your mother if we 're going to -- do this ? '' he asked plaintively, shuddering a little. `` Or diseases, either ? ``

'' Ron, just for the first few times, could we delight use a safety ? I 'll feel better. '' She leaned forward and kissed him again. `` I do n't want to be significant when I die. ``

'' You 're not going to die, '' he ground out, pulling her into an embrace. `` Harry and I will protect you. ``

She pushed his periphery off his forehead, center aching at the look of decision on his dearly grimace. `` I know. And this is a way to protect me -- to protect both of us. Please ? '' Still, he hesitated, so she said, `` You keep telling me not even contraceptus can stop Weasley swimmer. Your parents -- ''

He flushed and shuddered again, dropping his hands from her shoulders as if he 'd been burned. She bit back a frustrated sigh. `` Mentioning my parents right now is no respectable than mentioning yours, Hermione. worse even. How 's a bloke meant to keep his hard-on if you keep yammering about his parents ? ``

'' Sorry, '' she said, not sorry at all, knowing she 'd made her dot and they could finally get started on the good hooey, the reasonableness she 'd try him out in the start place.

'' Hmph. Fine. All right. '' She kissed him again, Thomas More lingeringly this time, and he slid a hand into her fuzz. `` It 's not going to hurt, is it ? ``

She laughed, nervously, relieved. `` No, silly. Just let me -- '' She stroked him again, as always thrilled and amazed that she had this effect on him ( she managed to conquer the fact that if it were blowing in the right direction, the malarky probably had this event on him ), and gently rolled the safe on as he watched, fascinated.

'' That 's it ? Like a little mac for my peter ? ``

'' Oh, Ron. ``

His answering smile faded into a expression of sheer amazement as she rose up, banished her knickers back to her room, and slowly slid down onto him. It was an odd sensation, being filled by his midst, firmly cock, but she liked it, even when it hurt a bit. He kept one hand on her hip, the other reaching up to pull in the pins out of her hair so it fell around her berm. She felt wanton and wanted, loved, even, though they had n't said the words yet. He twined his fingers through it and drew her mouth to his, thrusting with his tongue the way he did with his cock -- slow, steadfast and deep, letting her get used to the sense experience. She slipped her hands under her shirt and palmed her bosom, the friction from the lacing of her bra rubbing over taut nipples sent bursts of pleasure through her body.

'' You all right ? '' he murmured against her throat, skating his bridge player over her back and hip before moving between them to twit at her clitoris again.

'' Oh, yes. '' Even better than all rightfield, she wanted to say, but his hand was moving faster now, rubbing harder as his mitt tightened on her hip in time with his jabbing, and she could n't get hold the breath to speak except to say, `` Ron. '' She clenched her heftiness around him, and he gasped.

'' Hermione. God. So estimable. Do that again. ``

She laughed quietly, struggling to keep her voice down, and did as he asked, enjoying the flavour of him inside her, the pleasurable tension in her consistence spiraling eminent and fuddled as they moved. It was fantastic, safe even than when he used his fingers or clapper, because they were doing it together.

She clung to his shoulders as his organic structure tensed and he came inside her ; she kissed him hard, swallowing whatever sounds he made.

He looked bedazzle when he opened his eyes, but a single thrusting of her articulatio coxae reminded him that she had n't come yet. He grinned mischievously and lifted her off him, standing so he could deposit her in the chair. With a murmur spell he got rid of the condom and cleaned himself, then slid to the floor before her, hands parting her second joint so he could kneel between them.

She was still wound up and growing impatient. `` Ron ? ``

She shivered at the feeling of sang-froid air brushing her thighs when he pushed her skirt up, but then she forgot all about it when his tongue slid over her clit, approximate and wet and oh so very good.

She arched her back and twined her fingers in his fuzz, mild and gleaming dimly in the lamplight. `` Ron, please. '' He laughed and she could sense the vibrations of it down to her toes. He swirled his tongue over her and her consistency bowed. `` Ron, I 'm going to -- God, Ron, I -- '' she gasped as the coming pulsed through her. He kept his tongue and fingers pressed to her, and the wave of pleasure did n't stop, just grew longer and deeper and slower, until she thought she 'd melted and would never get out of that chair again.

He leaned forward and kissed her, and she tasted herself, salty and piercing on his tongue. It was something she had n't yet got used to, but she was starting to care it, the way her gustatory perception mingled with his and became something else entirely.

When she was finally able to speak again, she said, `` That was -- ''

'' Amazing, '' he finished. `` outstanding. Better than Quidditch, even. ``

She wrapped her munition around his neck and buried her typeface in his shoulder. `` Yes. ``

***

Voldemort did indeed pick a engagement with Harry just after exams were over. There were, sadly, numerous casualty amongst the fiat members and the student population of Hogwarts. Hermione was not one of them.

After the celebration of their triumph, Hermione had a strong boding she wanted to spend a lot of time having sex with Ron, so they sneaked off together and spent a week shagging like rabbits. She cheerfully disregarded the fact that her last premonition had proved wrong. After all, had n't her chance biscuit said she was destined for great adventures ...

In bed ?

The End