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Hermione tilted her head, opening her lips to give Ron’s tongue access. She had her arms around his neck, Ron bending down, Hermione up on her tiptoes so they could reach.
They were hiding behind the chicken coop, Ron yelling over his shoulder that they were going for a walk when they left the house, Ginny’s raised eyebrow and cheshire smirk telling Hermione that she knew it was a lie.
It was a necessary lie though. Mrs. Weasley had completely accepted that she and Ron were a couple, Ron’s siblings all slapping him on the back and telling him that it was about time, but Hermione didn’t think that Mrs. Weasley wanted to actually catch them making out, and Hermione definitely didn’t want to get caught, so here they were, playing charades to get a sense of privacy.
Ron moved even closer, pressing their bodies together, and Hermione felt a brief stab of guilt for the fact that she had been thinking about something else while kissing, Ron obviously completely lost in it when she cracked an eye open to sneak a peek at him.
It was strange to be so close to someone, to be able to count Ron’s freckles, to see every imperfection in his skin, his eyelashes ginger like his hair.
Hermione wanted to get lost in the moment, but it was hard to accept any sort of happiness, to feel like she deserved peace, when so many horrible things had happened, especially when they had happened to Harry.
She knew Harry would tell her to shut up and be happy if she shared her worry though, so instead of thinking, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in Ron’s kisses.
She loved how he kissed. How warm and firm he was. How he led and decided, his kisses just the right amount of wet, his embrace safe and comforting and where she wanted to be.
Ron broke for air, pecking her nose while smiling which made Hermione giggle. He turned his head, obviously ready to go in for more kisses, Ron acting like he could never get tired of simply touching her and being near her.
Hermione felt a hand, Ron’s hand, moving from her hip, up and under her shirt, a finger touching her ribs, Hermione breaking their kiss.
“Ron-“ Hermione choked, a flush rising in her cheeks, embarrassment sneaking up on her. They hadn’t seen each other naked yet, Hermione sometimes catching glimpses of Ron in his underwear when he got changed in his room, while she still got dressed in the bathroom.
It felt silly to be 19 and shy, but the bra she was wearing wasn’t sexy at all. It was beige and practically ancient, the cup not fitting right since she had lost so much weight on the run but it was the only one she had, extra bras not what she had prioritized packing when she got ready to leave everything behind.
She didn’t want Ron to see her in something like that, didn’t want to disappoint, didn’t want to make him regret being with her.
Hermione didn’t want to compare herself to Lavender, but it was hard when she knew the other girl was the reason Ron kissed so well.
Lavender had always been feminine, always pretty, always clean and cute, her hair and nails done, the bra making Hermione feel so frumpy when she knew Lavender used to wear delicate lace and silks.
She had never gotten on particularly well with Lavender, the two of them never quite seeing eye to eye, but Hermione still wished she could talk to her, that she hadn’t died, that she didn’t feel this immense guilt whenever she thought of her.
They’d never been friends, but they had been dorm mates for 6 years, and Hermione didn’t want to disrespect Lavender's memory, the two of them never getting the chance to talk about ‘The Ron Thing’.
“Please?” Ron tore Hermione from her thoughts, his voice gentle, his blue eyes looking at her. “I’ll- Just- Please.”
Hermione smiled, warmth blooming in her chest. She didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to compare herself, not with Ron, not when he looked at her with such desire on his face.
“Okay…”
Ron moved his hand, big palm easily covering her right boob, the other firmly on the coop wall, keeping him balanced, a moan escaping him. Hermione shivered, her shirt pulled up, her stomach exposed to the gentle summer air.
Ron squeezed, moaning again, his chin resting on the edge of her forehead, their bodies pressed together, Ron’s groin bumping into her stomach.
The touch wasn’t that exciting for Hermione, her breasts just lumps of flesh if her nipples weren’t stimulated, but Ron really seemed to enjoy it, his desire making a fizzle of lust shoot through her.
It was starting to get uncomfortable though, Ron grabbing her, fingers digging in, moving her breast in a circle like he was giving it a very weird and rough massage.
“Ron-“ Hermione whispered, hoping the sound would inspire him to be gentle, but instead, he took it as an encouragement, grabbing her even harder, pushing their bodies closer together, her feet no longer touching the ground, her leg around his hip.
“Yeah, yeah Mione, wanna-” Ron sighed, breath hot and wet, his hips moving, thrusting against her stomach “Fuck yeah.”
Hermione didn’t know if Ron was about to come. It felt like he was, his rhythm quick and desperate, bumping into her.
For a second, she considered just letting him come, to give him that pleasure even as she felt so little of her own.
Her mind, however, was changed when Ron squeezed again, this time so hard it actually hurt.
“Ronald Weasley!” Hermione grabbed his forearm, pushing down, Ron making a surprised sound as he released his death grip, his body keeping her in place, suspended between him and the wall of the coop. “My tit isn’t a bouncy ball. Stop squashing it.”
“Wha- '' Ron looked at her, lips parted and wet. “What? Did you,” Ron’s cheeks were flushed red, his freckles like a constellation on his skin. “Did you just say tit?”
“That’s what you focus on?” Hermione couldn’t believe that she had ever been attracted to the man in front of her, Ron such an absolute idiot.
“Right. Right…” Ron swallowed, removing his hand from under her shirt, and Hermione instantly missed it, the annoyance from before evaporating. She didn’t want Ron to not touch her, but she also didn’t want him to touch her like that, her conflicting feelings so confusing.
Merlin how she hated being young and inexperienced.
“I’m sorry.”
Hermione hadn’t expected Ron to fold so easily, to apologize instantly, all of her insecurities melting away in seconds.
“Idiot.” Hermione smiled, affection welling up in her. She kissed him, and Ron made a confused sound, clearly not getting what had just happened.
“Just-“ Hermione could feel her shyness threatening to take over, but she refused to let it. She grabbed Ron’s wrist, moving his hand back under her shirt, her own fingers going over his as she placed them on her boob. “Be gentle.”
She tightened her grip, guiding Ron’s hand to a firm but pleasureable pressure. “Like that.”
Ron swallowed, his eyes locked on the lump under her shirt, Hermione actually seeing his adams apple bob, his cheeks bright red, and she felt a gush of wetness between her legs.
“Kiss me.”
Ron complied, the two of them kissing and kissing and kissing until Hermione’s lips were sore, her jaw ached and she had a kink in her neck.
They broke apart, Ron opening his mouth, Hermione expecting him to ask if she wanted to go back to the house, but instead, he titled his head, and asked.
“What’s a bouncy ball?”