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Work was over and Hermione flooed to the flat she shared with Ginny, gasped and turned red as
she found her flatmate and Harry half-naked on the couch snogging each other senseless.

"Ginny!" she cried, "I've asked and asked that you... that you confine this sort of behavior to
your bedroom!"

Ginny giggled, Harry smirked. The pair got up, straightened their clothes and enveloped
Hermione in a double-hug.

Ginny told her, "You know, if you'd do this more often with my prat of a brother, he'd finally
break down and confess that he loves you!"

"You know I'm not that sort of witch, Ginny," Hermione replied, blushing even more. "He could
never love a boring old bookworm like me."

Harry kissed her cheek, making her blush again. "You're neither boring, nor old, Hermione," he
said, "You're a beautiful young witch in the very prime of her life and you deserve a good
wizard, even if he is a Weasley!" he added, smirking at his redheaded lover.

Ginny pouted, "Well, if that's your opinion of Weasleys, MISTER Potter, you'll never have to
worry about this particular Weasley gracing your sheets again!"

They laughed and kissed each other, Hermione felt herself turning red again.

She lamented to herself, "Why can't I be demonstrative and uninhibited like the two of them?
Am I really that much of a prude?"

Hermione could only blame her muggle upbringing. After all, she was a archetypical, upper
middle class, English young lady and, witch or no witch, certain standards of behavior had been
drilled into her from a young age.

The wizarding world was also rather conservative and generally frowned on public displays of
affection. But her generation was breaking that tradition to pieces, as her increasingly passionate
friends were demonstrating in front of her.

She thought, "Well, after what the two of them went through in the war, they deserve to be able
to do what they want! We all do! We all sacrificed so much! Why, oh, why can't I let myself go
like this with Ron?"

Hermione started sniffling, "I'll leave you two alone. I'm sorry I interrupted and..."

Harry and Ginny hugged her again and the redheaded witch assured her, "We'll stop, Hermione,
I'm sorry. Let's have some supper and we'll plot ways to get you and Ron together."

But nothing was settled during supper as Hermione flatly refused Harry and Ginny's more and
more outrageous and lurid devices to get Ron to confess he loved her.

She finally shouted, "NO! I will not bind him to a bed and do a striptease for him! You,
Ginevra
Weasley, are nothing but a...but a common strumpet!"

"Oh, I am that,' confessed Ginny, giggling. "I'm sorry, Hermione, we're both sorry. We're
teasing you when we should be helping you. Ron is not an exhibitionist either, well, at least not
since that tawdry relationship with Lavender in his 6th year. But, he's told me that he feels like
you're ashamed to show too much affection for him in front of others."

Hermione griped, "But I do! I hug him and,,,and..."

Ginny smiled, "Hermione, you hug everyone. Me, Harry, Neville, Seamus, everyone! Gods girl,
that one time you hugged Dennis Creevey, you almost made the poor lad cum in his trousers!"

Hermione blushed yet again at the memory of that particular episode. Especially, when she
recalled how excited she felt when the young Creevey's rather large erection poked into her
groin.

Harry stood up, consoling his longtime friend, "Well, I have an inkling about what you can do. I
think you need to demonstrate that you're not afraid to express yourself more openly, Hermione,
to let your feelings out a little bit. You need to show him that even bookworms can be naughty
and teasing. You don't need to bare your soul, or your body, for him, but I think you're both
simply too damned timid about embarrassing yourself in front of the other. All it takes is
something like this!"

Harry turned to his lover, suggesting with a leer, "Well, my redheaded inamorata, can I entice
you to accompany me to my residence where I can have my wicked way with you?"

Ginny smiled and blushed a little herself. "Oh, I imagine so, you lecherous rogue," she replied.
"Hermione, you'll be alright if I go? Do you want to talk? You know I'll stay if you want me
to."

Hermione hugged her best girlfriend, "No," she told her, "no need for you to stay and be bored to
death listening to my insecurities and hangups, Ginny. You go have fun, make Harry happy.
You both so, so deserve it, you know you do."

Harry kissed Hermione's cheek, told her lovingly, "You and Ron deserve it, too, Hermione, as
much as any of us! I'll think of something, don't worry. I'm willing to sleep alone if you and
Ginny really..."

Hermione gave Harry one of her patented tight, tight hugs, assuring him, "No, Harry. I love you
both too much to keep you apart. It's alright, really, it is. Oh, Harry?!"

Now it was Harry's turn to blush as his hardening cock poked into Hermione's lower abdomen.

He smiled roguishly. "See how exciting and sexy you are, Hermione!" he leered. "Doesn't Ron
react like this when you hug him or kiss him? He's not made of stone, is he?" he inquired.

Hermione flushed and replied, "Well, yes, he reacts just like this, Harry. Then, we both get
embarrassed and have to sit down apart from each other."

Hermione tried to pull away but Harry held her tightly, his erection still pushing into her.

She gasped, "Harry! HARRY!! Stop! Stop! You're embarrassing me!"

He still held her tightly, continuing to prod her for an answer. "How am I embarrassing you,
Hermione?" he asked. "You're smart enough to know that this is a perfectly natural male
reaction to close physical contact with a beautiful female. Don't YOU feel anything? Anything
exciting?"

Hermione blushed with shame, she knew what he was talking about, what he meant. Her virgin
womanhood was becoming wet and warm, her thighs were quivering and her abdomen and
stomach clenching with emotion.

She pleaded, "Harry! Please! STOP!"

Harry let her go, lifted her downcast face with a finger under her chin. "Hermione," he told her
earnestly, "you have to let him know that you like it, that you enjoy it, that you want more. It's
nothing to be ashamed of. It's not as if you have to strip for him in public, but some sort of
demonstration of, well, of naughtiness! Of a willingness to keep going, to reassure him that
further advances would be welcome, that's all you need to do!"

Hermione sighed and nodded, looked her giggling flatmate. "It's all so easy for you, isn't it,
Ginny," she moped, "you... you little trollop!"

Ginny hugged her friend, confessing again, "I'm afraid it is, Hermione. I admit I was probably
more physical in my demonstrations of affection in my 4th and 5th years than was probably
wise. But once Harry kissed me..."

"Umm, I believe it was you who kissed me, you red haired hussy!" he corrected her, hugging her
closely.

Ginny snickered, "Whatever! But, Hermione, it was then I realized that Harry was the man I
wanted to share myself, my body and soul, with. Of course, the dung brain tried to 'protect' me
by breaking up with me, but I forgave him at the wedding. Don't you feel like that when you and
Ron hug and kiss?"

Hermione let a tear leak down her cheek and sniffled, "I do! I do so, so much! I just can't force
myself to be the aggressor, it's just not my nature. Gods, I'm going to die a virgin because I can't
let myself go with the man I love. You two go have fun, really, I mean it, go ahead. I'll watch
the telly and read. Go on, get out or I'll hex you both!"

Harry and Ginny both gave her a final hug and kiss and disapparated, reappearing in Harry's
bedroom at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Harry pulled Ginny to him, telling her with a smirk, "Hmm, I like the way your dirty little mind
works, Miss Weasley."

Ginny kissed him hot and deep. Then she panted with growing desire, "It's your lascivious
influence, you child molester! Why aren't your clothes off yet?"

Ginny waved her wand and vanished Harry's clothes, then hers. The pair rushed to the bed and
were soon entwined with each other, kissing, licking, touching, probing.

They knew each other's body intimately, having been lovers for over four years now. As Harry
lavished kisses on her small, but firm, shapely breasts, Ginny's mind drifted back to their first
time. It was in her bedroom at the Burrow, during the wedding reception for Bill and Fleur.

She had initiated it, pulling Harry up to her room, reaffirming her love for him and her desire to
consummate their relationship.

Harry futilely tried to push her away, insisting she'd be in too much danger. She finally yelled,
"You git! I'm a blood traitor! Voldermort knows about us anyway! I love you, dammit! Don't
you love me?"

Harry tried once more to deny it, but finally seized her and kissed her hot and hard.

Ginny's heart soared and at that point she would have been most delighted with a thorough
snogging. But she was exceedingly surprised, and pleased, when he suddenly took command,
vanished her bridesmaid dress, literally tore her bra and knickers off and, after a strangled
'Please?' and her nodded agreement, took her virginity in one long, hard, quick thrust.

She was pulled back to the present as Harry's tongue and lips tortured her, sucking and licking at
her center and making her tingle with pleasure and anticipation.

"Harry, Harry, Harreeeee!!" she moaned, "Gods, oh, gods, yes, yes, YESSSS!!" She shivered
and felt herself spasm as his tongue probed her deeply and eagerly partook of her passionate
flow.

He lifted his head from her fiery red nether curls and pulled himself up between her pale,
freckled thighs. He positioned his hard manhood at her opening and, at her nod, slowly plunged
his length into her soft, wet embrace.

As he began to slowly move inside her, Ginny was again transported to their first time. It had
hurt! Everyone from her mother to the Patil sisters had told her it would. But, as they had also
all promised, the pain quickly faded and the passion began. She had been his first as he had been
hers. And though he loved others during the war, they both knew from that first moment that
they were fated to be soul mates

She brought herself back to the moment, looked into Harry's beautiful, liquid green eyes,
moaning again, "So good, so, so good, Harry! I love you, gods, how I love you! More! Harder!
Deeper! Harry, love me, love me, LOVE ME!"

Harry happily complied, speeding up his motions, reveling in her feel, her heat, her wetness that
surrounded his manhood. He could hear the soft liquid sound of his thrusts above the squeaking
of the mattress. He inhaled her scent, as intoxicating as a drug, urging him to keep thrusting
into her.

They were both getting close. Harry's breaths were becoming grunts, Ginny's breathing was
getting ragged. Her loins were quivering and her abdomen tensing in preparation for another
release.

She cried out as the stars exploded behind her eyelids, her stomach tightening as she flexed and
rippled along Harry's length, cumming with a flood of passion.

Harry groaned, thrust a few more times and released his love into her depths, moaning with
ecstasy at his cock throbbing and twitching within her. The sensations drove her over the
precipice again, her cunt squeezed him, forcing all of his sweet essence into her.

Ginny hugged him tightly, wrapped her legs around his and gasped as she felt his warmth
fill her body and thrill her soul, "Harry, HARREEE! Gods, oh, gods! YESSSSS!!"

They continued to thrust and push, kiss and stroke and murmur endearments for many, many
minutes. Harry finally softened and fell from her gossamer grasp and collapsed onto her petite
but strong and firm body.

"Bloody brilliant! Fabulous!" Harry almost screamed with joy, kissing her deeply. "Gods,
Ginny, how do you do it to me again and again and again! I'm so glad you seduced me at Bill's
wedding and finally made me realize what a total prat I was to try and push you away!"

She sighed and moaned with pleasure, ran her dainty feet up and down the back of his legs,
making him groan with renewed lust.

"And just who was it that vanished my bridesmaid dress, huh, Mr. Potter?" she reminded him
with a satiated smile. "I wanted you so, so much, Harry. I couldn't abide the thought that you...
that you might die. That I would never have known your love, hugged your sweet body to mine,
felt you in me and felt your love fill me with pleasure and delight and ecstasy! I love you, gods,
I love you!"

Harry rolled off her and they cuddled and kissed and fondled, enjoying the afterglow of their
passion to the fullest.

Ginny finally sighed, "What are we going to do to get Hermione and Ron together, Harry?
They're going to implode if the don't! Has Ron actually been shagging one of the Patils?"

Harry blew out a breath and answered her, "Yes, Parvati, although it's really just a physical
thing. Neither her nor Padma are anywhere near ready to settle down. I ask him why he doesn't
use the same charm on Hermione and he just blushes and hems and haws about her being too
much of a lady to fall for such crude come ons. 'She'd be insulted, Harry,' he whines, 'she
probably doesn't even know some of the words I use with Parvati!'"

Ginny snickered, "He'd be shocked if he ever heard her swearing about her job some nights!
Why the hell did she ever become an Unspeakable?"

She suggested, "We need to have a party, Harry, and find some way to get Hermione to
demonstrate that she's not the totally innocent virgin in a tower he thinks she is. Well, she's still
a virgin, but she's hardly innocent. You should have heard her talk about her one date with
Seamus! He actually got her knickers off! With his TEETH!!"

Harry laughed, "Gods, never tell Ron! Seamus would be dead meat!"

He thought a moment. "I have an idea!" he suddenly crowed, "We'll have the party and play
'Truth or Dare!' Now don't laugh just yet," he requested, seeing her eyes roll.

"We know she'd never agree to taking off her clothes or anything beyond a little snogging. But,
with all her reading and learning I'll bet she knows a lot of very naughty things. Things that
she's not willing to talk about normally but her pride would demand she reveal in a 'Truth or
Dare' circle."

Ginny kissed him and eagerly agreed. "That's brilliant, Harry!" she praised him. "Yes, her pride
in her knowledge would probably overcome her shyness. I'll spike her wine, as well, for
insurance. And," she smiled conspiratorially, "I know exactly what to ask her!"

Harry stroked his lover and grinned. "Oh, tell me, tell me!" he begged with exaggerated fervor,
"The most orgasms a witch ever had!? The mating habits of baboons!? The length of a whale's
penis!?"

Ginny nipped his shoulder, made him yelp and slap her firm, round bottom.

She yelped back, "Ouch! Harry, that hurt! Oh, she knows all of that, I'm sure, but one night
after her fourth glass of wine she, gods, she recited a limerick to me!"

Harry gasped, "A limerick? A dirty limerick?"

"Are there any other kind, Harry?" she asked sarcastically. "Yes, it was incredibly raunchy! Get
her to do a few of those and Ron should finally realize that she's not this glass figurine that he
can't touch."

They kissed and fondled a little more, then Ginny snuggled into his shoulder. She draped one of
her legs over one of his, pressed her still warm and moist womanhood onto his thigh and soon
fell into a peaceful, contented, totally fulfilled sleep.

Harry laid awake for awhile, just looking at her gorgeous face and stroking her pale, smooth, soft
skin.

He sighed to himself, "I'm so, so, SO damned lucky to have her, have her love. How could I
have been so stupid to try and push her away. Thank the gods she wouldn't settle for no as
answer when I tried to insist that we couldn't be together, that she would be a target."

His mind drifted back to the Burrow and the summer after his 6th year. They had made love
several more times in the weeks following the wedding, finally parting when she returned to
school and the Trio went off hunting for Horcruxes. Hermione was quite certain she knew what
had happened between them but Ron, fortunately, remained in blissful ignorance.

Harry and Ginny had only a few opportunities for intimacy during the next several months,
usually when the Trio would show up at Hogwarts to use the library.

One night, Ginny finally had confessed their relationship to Hermione and asked if she and Ron
had moved their own relationship to that level as well.

Hermione had blushed, "Er, well, no, we haven't, Ginny. I, well, I would be willing but Ron
hasn't made any advances on me."

Ginny had gasped, "But, he loves you, adores you! Maybe YOU need to make the first move.
Just crawl into his sleeping bag naked one night, that's all it will take!"

Hermione had blushed and sniffled, "I'd love to Ginny but I just don't have the nerve. I'm such a
prude, I just can't do it. I wish I could be so free and uninhibited, like you, but I just can't!"

The hunt dragged on, the Horcruxes were very well hidden. Ginny wanted to go with them at the
start of her 7th year, but Harry convinced her to stay at Hogwarts and, with Luna, re-institute the
D.A. It was a success and during the final confrontation on the grounds of Hogwarts the D.A.
had done their share to win the battle and the war.

Ginny left Hogwarts and started the three year healer program. Ron got an exemption from
N.E.W.T.S. and became an auror. Hermione took the N.E.W.T.S., passed them with flying
colors, and started working in the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable.

Harry tried professional Quidditch, decided it wasn't really for him. He was wealthy now,
having inherited both his parents' and Sirius' fortunes, and really didn't need to work. He didn't
want to be regarded as an 'idler' but Ginny finally convinced him that if anyone deserved to be
able to kick back and finally enjoy their life, it was him.

Their 'affair' was finally exposed the day after Ginny's 18th birthday. Their inebriated state the
previous evening had caused both of them to forget the locking charm on Ginny's door and
Molly caught them /in flagrente delicto/, entwined with each other in Ginny's bed.

There was a fair amount of anger, but Ginny's parents had to finally concede that she was old
enough to make up her own mind about her relationships with wizards and, in particular, her
relationship with Harry. But Molly insisted that she not sleep with Harry at the Burrow unless
they were married.

Since neither she nor Harry were ready for that step yet, she moved in with Hermione as a
compromise. She, naturally, had wanted to move in with Harry at 12 Grimmuald Place, but she
didn't want to embarrass her parents by 'living in sin' with her lover.

Harry kissed her forehead, her mouth bowed in her sleep. She had recently started her third year
of healer training and she loved it. Harry had not proposed formally yet, but they had agreed that
they would marry the next Summer after she finished her training.

Harry settled down to sleep, thinking, "Ron and Hermione are as perfect for each other as Ginny
and I are. They just need that one special opportunity to realize it. I kind of hate 'pimping'
Hermione like this, but Ron and Parvati are starting to move their relationship beyond the merely
carnal and physical."

So, a couple of weeks later, a large crowd of old Hogwarts friends gathered at 12 Grimmauld
Place for drinks, games and, many hoped, some naughty fun. The rambling old mansion had two
dozen bedrooms and Harry invited anyone who was so inclined to spend the night.

In addition to himself and Ginny and Ron and Hermione, a number of old friends showed up.
Lavender came with BOTH Dean and Seamus, a situation Ginny was determined to get to the
bottom of. The Patil twins came, incredibly alluring in their saris. Neville showed up with
Luna; they were not really a couple but enjoyed the occasional night or weekend together.
Neville was teaching Herbology at Hogwarts and Luna was an Unspeakable along with
Hermione.

Harry snickered inwardly as he recalled the frequent exasperation Hermione would vent of an
evening over Luna's unusual methods and mannerisms. But she had to admit that the slender,
wistful, but slightly dotty Ravenclaw was incredibly talented and never failed to fulfill her work
assignments.

Harry announced as the 'Truth or Dare' circle formed, "No daring anyone to shag or other
blatantly sexual requests. Sorry, Lav," he said, smirking at the lovely, buxom blond, who
giggled and licked her lips at him.

"No stripteases, no flashing! Keep the groping to a minimum during snogs! If you absolutely
refuse to comply, it will cost you your shirt!" he concluded.

They were all a little tipsy, Hermione somewhat more so than usual as Ginny had indeed spiked
her wine. Thus, the game was a lot of fun and reasonably bawdy.

Ginny rolled Hermione's number and asked, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

Hermione smiled and replied, "Dare!"


Ginny smirked and dared her, "Recite a dirty limerick for us!"

Hermione gasped and blushed, but after a moment recited clearly,

"There was a young wizard from Kent
Whose dong was so long that it bent!
To save himself trouble
He'd stuff it in double
So instead of cumming he went!"

The rest of the group stared at her and snickered. She blushed again and asked, "What?"

Seamus rolled her number a little later, asked, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!"

Seamus cackled, "Another limerick! Please!"

Hermione frowned but complied, reciting,

"A wizard who lived in Madras
Had balls that were made out of brass.
And in stormy weather
he'd bang them together
and lightning shot out of his ass!"

Again there were snickers and stares and Hermione harrumphed, "What!?"

Before too long, Padma rolled her number and asked, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

Hermione frowned and muttered, "Dare!"

Padma laughed," You know what! Please, another one!"

Hermione grit her teeth and said,

"There was a young wizard named Dave
who kept a dead whore in a cave.
He'd freely admit,
'I know I'm a shit,
but think of the money I save!'"

When Parvati rolled her number, she asked with a giggle, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

Hermione snorted, "Truth!"

Parvati grinned and asked, "What's the dirtiest limerick you know?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and grumbled,

"A wizard who lived in Nantucket
had a cock so long he could suck it.
He'd say with a grin
as he wiped off his chin,
'If my ear was a cunt, I could fuck it!'"

She growled at them all as they laughed out loud, "WHAT?!"

When Ginny rolled Hermione's number again, her friend glared at her, but Ginny asked, "OK,
Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

"Oh, DARE! Damn you, Ginevra Weasley!" Hermione pouted.

Ginny requested, with an evil grin on her face, "Make up a dirty limerick about Ron!"

Hermione blushed and mumbled, "No, I can't! That's not fair! I..."

Harry teased, "It's either that or lose your blouse!"

Hermione's mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments. Then she thought for a minute or
two and said, gulping nervously,

"A handsome young wizard from Devon
had a cock that was inches eleven!
All the witches he laid
Said, 'I always had prayed
For such a lubricious way into heaven!'"

Hermione looked down at her feet as Ron blushed to the very tips of his ears. She couldn't
believe she had said that about him and she was sure he'd never speak to her again.

But, when Ron rolled her number and asked her, 'Truth or Dare, Hermione,' and she answered,
'Dare,' he requested, "Could you, would you please make up another limerick about me?"

She didn't know whether to smile or cry, then thought a bit and recited,

"A handsome young wizard named Ron
had a cock most amazingly long!
All the witches would giggle
and wiggle and jiggle,
when he'd walk round the room in a thong!"

She looked into his flushed face, smiled and then felt her heart skip a beat when he leered most
enchantingly and charmingly back at her.

Harry knew they had them and asked when he rolled her number, "Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

She giggled now, "Dare!"

"Another limerick about Ron, if you'd be so kind, my uninhibited Unspeakable!" Harry
requested.

She thought a little, then said,

"A horny young witch named Hermione
loved a wizard, most handsome and bonnie.
'Won't you shag me,' she'd ask
T'isn't too hard a task,
I should hope!' Well, is it, my Ronnie?"

Ron looked down at his crotch, saw his hard on straining the fabric of his trousers. All the girls
were sniggering, the guys were all smirking.

He swallowed hard, rolled Hermione's number, stammered, "Truth...Truth or Dare, Hermione?"

"Dare!" she replied, licking her lips.

He blushed, then croaked, "One more limerick? Please?"

"Hermione, that horny young witch,
tween her legs has a terrible itch.
Won't you scratch it, my lover
We don't even need cover!
I'll do it right out on the Pitch!"

Ron jumped up, grabbed Hermione in his arms and carried her up the stairs to the cheers and
applause of the gathered company.

Ron carried her into the first available bedroom, literally threw her on the bed. He jumped on it
with her and began kissing her with fiery passion, his hands stroking her firm, shapely body.

After a few minutes, he broke the kiss, looked into her beautiful brown eyes with his own blue
orbs. He asked haltingly, "Did...did you really mean it, Hermione? I love you, gods, I'm such a
jerk for denying it so long! I love you, but I don't want to take advantage of you if you were,
well, just joking or..."

She put a finger on his lips, then kissed him softly. "No more talk, Ron," she murmured, "I love
you, I want you! I've wanted you for so long but I could never say it until tonight! Please, love
me! Make me scream your name!"

Ron needed no further urging and her clothes and his were soon strewn on the floor around the
bed.

Ron had a fair amount of experience pleasing witches. His recent amour with Parvati had forced
him to learn a lot of new techniques to keep the dusky, sensual, slightly kinky Indian witch
happy and satisfied.

However, Ron intended nothing kinky for Hermione. Only a demonstration of all the love he
had kept bottled up for years.

His mouth left hers and kissed down her neck and shoulders to her full, firm breasts. Hermione
whined with pleasure and he sucked her hard, erect nipples, rolling them between his lips and
tongue. They had gotten this far a number of times, but were never able to convince each other
that they should keep going.

He traced his tongue down her flat stomach, tickled her navel and followed the trail of fine,
brown hair down to her nether curls.

Hermione was more aroused than she had ever been before. Ron inhaled her heady aroma as he
dipped his tongue into her virgin sheath, making her arch with delight. When he licked and
nibbled her engorged nub, she mewed and hissed with pleasure. He rolled it in his lips, sucked
on it hard, sending her into transports of rapture.

Before she even realized it, her loins quivered, her stomach clenched and she felt her vagina
spasm and flutter and flow passionately with her love.

She tangled her fingers in his soft, red hair and moaned in release, "Ron, gods, Ron, RON!! Oh,
gods, more, more, please! Oh, Ron, love me, take me, make me yours! I want you, I need you!
Please, please, PLEASE!!"

He lifted his face from her, his lips and tongue shining with her juices. He slowly pulled himself
up between her long, shapely, creamy thighs and positioned the wide, red head of his cock
between her glistening labia.

His eyes asked the question and she smiled and nodded, gripping the sheets in preparation for the
pain she knew was coming.

Ron pushed himself into her slowly, but steadily. He had never deflowered a witch, but had
enough sense to know that his first penetration would be painful for her.

Hermione scrunched up her eyes with pain, let a tear or two leak out. She felt her hymen part
before his steady pressure and her walls stretch to accommodate Ron's long, hard cock.

She gasped, "OWWW! Oh, Ron, slowly, please, please, slowly! OWWW!"

He asked, with concern and love, "Are you alright? We...we can stop if..."

She shook her head, panted a little, "Oh, it...it hurts but not too bad. Oh, gods, Ron, you're so
big, so hot, so, so hard! Ah, oh, gods, oh, yes, it's...it's getting better."

She felt the pain subside. She shivered a little as she realized that what she was feeling in her no
longer virgin vagina was him inside her! Her lover, her Ron, inside her, at last!

She murmured, almost purring with pleasure, "Slowly, Ron, please. Love me long and warm
and tender."

Ron leaned down, kissed her sweet lips tenderly as their bodies began the ages old dance of
copulation. He pulled back almost all the way then slowly sank into her enthralling wetness and
heat all the way to his base again.

Hermione shuddered a little from the feel of her lover's long, hard manhood splitting and riving
her tenderest flesh. But the pain had dissipated and she felt herself growing warmer and moister
as each stroke of his cock filled her with more and more pleasure.

Ron continued his motions. Her excitement increased as his hard length stroked her slick and
silky passage walls with the most incredibly erotic sensations she'd ever experienced. She was
soon thrusting her hips back up onto him, matching his rhythm with her own.

Ron's own mind was reveling, "She's so hot, so wet, so, so, SO TIGHT! Oh, gods, I love her,
love her so much! Why did we wait? Why did I wait?!"

He murmured to her as he sped up his motions, hearing her breath starting to become gasps and
pants of pleasure, "I love you so much, Hermione. I can't believe I was so stupid, so, so blind
not to see your love and desire for me. I was afraid, so afraid I'd never be good enough for
the...for the smartest witch of her age."

She pulled him in for a long kiss and looked up into his eyes with bliss. "I'm just as much to
blame, my love," she gasped out between little whimpers of pleasure. "I wanted you, wanted
you so badly! But I couldn't overcome my shyness, my insecurities that you, that such a
handsome, virile wizard could ever be interested in a dull, plain bookworm like me!"

He kissed her back, panted as his in and out sped up, "You're a bookworm, yes, but dull and
plain? Never!"

"Gods, Hermione," he moaned. Moving himself in her faster and faster, his need was becoming
urgent. "It's simply paradise, being in you," he panted.. "Yes, oh, gods, yes! I want to cum, but
I'll wait for you! I want tonight to be for both of us, together!"

He thought of other things as she pushed herself up and down on his length, feeling his hard
mound pounding and stroking her clitoris with erotic precision.

Her body began to tremble with anticipation. She brought her legs up and hugged his hips with
her thighs and wrapped her arms more tightly around him.

Then, the explosion she had been waiting all her life for, burst ecstatically in her mind and body
and soul as her cunt rippled and flexed along his hard, hot cock, soaking it with her cum.

Ron groaned in erotic agony, thrust a couple more times and shouted, "HERMIONE!! Gods, oh,
gods, oh, gods, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSS!!"

She screamed back, her back arching in passion, "RON!! My Ron, my lover, my Ron! Yes, yes,
YESSSSS!! I love you, love you, LOVE YOU!!"

He spilled himself into her, his seed thrilling her with its heat and moistness and making her
spasm again along his length.

She moaned as she trembled beneath him, "RON!! So good, so wonderful! My Ron, my all, my
love! RON!!"

They began to slow their motions, panting with release and fatigue. Their lips met with fervent
desire as they continued to thrust and push at each other, intent on wringing every ounce of
pleasure from their coupling.

They finally stopped and Ron rolled from her, groaning in satiation, "Hermione, Hermione! I
love you, gods, I love you so, so much!"

She rolled on her side and embraced him. She flung one leg over one of his, pressing her still
throbbing womanhood tightly to the warm flesh of his muscular thigh.

"No more words," she murmured. "I have no words to say how I feel, how wonderful I feel. I
love you, Ron, now and forever, I love you."

They kissed and fondled and fell into the sleep of love fulfilled.

Next door, Harry and Ginny smiled at each other. She laughed a little, "Well, I never thought
that git would wise up! Gods, Harry, you're brilliant! Did you see his face when she said she'd
do it 'on the Pitch!?' I thought he'd shag her right on the couch!"

Harry hugged her nubile body to his and kissed her deeply. "It's your doing, my redheaded
hussy," he congratulated her with a smile. "You and your limericks! Wow, they've really
inspired me! It's a good thing you're naked already, Weasley, or you'd have to buy a new outfit
tomorrow to replace the one I would have torn off you!"

She pulled him onto the bed and in between her legs, taunting him with a grin, "Big talk, Potter!
Now let's see if you can deliver and..., oh, gods, yes! Harry, oh, gods, YES, YES!!"

Seamus was with Luna, Dean with Lavender and the Patils fulfilled an erotic fantasy of Neville's
that he never even realized he had until that particular night.

Ron and Hermione awoke with the sun, smiled and kissed and looked with love into each other's
eyes.

Ron asked, "Are you sorry? Sorry, that it wasn't, well, more romantic?"

She smiled happily and sighed contentedly in his arms, "It was so romantic, Ron! It was so, so
wonderful! Oh, gods, I love you!"

"Will I see you anymore?" she asked, a tear leaking from her eye.

He kissed it away, promising, "Hermione!! You'll never be rid of me now! I love you! Love
you so, so much!"

She beamed, kissed him warm and long. "I'm so happy, so very, very happy!" she wept joyfully.
"I love you!"

Ron smiled and said,

"My beautiful, frizzy haired lover!
Don't hide yourself under the cover!
If you're not in much pain
Let's do it again
And over and over and over!"

She pulled him between her thighs, wincing just slightly as he entered her wet, warm depths
once more. As he settled into her, she shivered with pleasure, looked in his eyes and sighed,

"You've now made my life so complete
With your loving and kisses so sweet.
You can shag me real hard
My red headed bard
For we've already ruined this sheet!"

Harry and Ginny smiled at each other as they heard the bedsprings squeaking and creaking in the
next room.

She giggled, "I guess I'll have to find a new place to live. I refuse to live in the same flat with
anyone silly enough to shag my idiot brother!"

Harry kissed her and reminded her, "My offer to share my bed with you on a permanent basis
still stands, Miss Weasley. How much more sinful could either of us be? But, I guess to
legitimize it a little, well, Ginevra Weasley, will you marry me?"

Harry pulled a box from the night stand, flipped it open to show her the gorgeous diamond ring.

She blushed, then cried with mixed anger, embarrassment and joy. "One hell of a place to
propose, Potter!" she sniffled, "While we're naked in bed after having shagged our brains out all
night!"

"Well, it seems to be the place we see each other the most!" he smirked. Ginny felt a tear run
down her cheek.

He pulled her close, kissed the tear away and proposed, "How about I do it properly at dinner
tonight? Say at your folks' house?"

She smiled and cried happily, "That's so wonderful, so incredibly romantic of you, Harry! Of
course I'll marry you! I love you!"

She recited, with her voice full of love,

"Now Ginny, she really loved Harry!
And in his arms often would tarry!
And after shagging one night
he filled her with delight
when he asked, 'Gin, would you me marry?'"

She kissed him deeply, snuggled into his firm, warm body as he stroked her hair and said,

"My wonderful, beautiful Ginevra!
No witch could ever be clever-a.
You have captured that rotter,
that cad, Harry Potter,
And nothing will ever us sever-a!"