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HP.....turning the tables. (Characters of JK Rowling)

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All in all, she was damn lucky she wasn't caught. Going into the boys dormitory in the Gryffindor tower was risky at the best of times, and this, most certainly wasn't the best of times. Neither was what she was doing there particularly honourable. The charm was complex indeed, far more complex than anything she had tried previously. Finally, however, when she had placed the various articles in and around Ron's four poster, Hermione headed out for the afternoon's lessons. The good thing about being the best student in her year was that she really didnt have to have her whole mind on what she was doing. Hermione was already, working at least two years above everyone else. Damn good thing too, because she could hardly wait for the evening to come....."Damnit, WHY can't these boys EVER stop talking about Quidditch?" The discussion about tomorrows match had taken up a good part of the evening and as midnight apporached, only now were the boys finally yawning and deciding to get an "early night".Hermione lay breathless with anticipation. She had cast the charm that would surround her bed in a cloak of silence, (just in case) and now it was time to begin. She reached down under the covers and let her hand wander over her firm tight breasts, pausing at the nipple of each to give it an exploratory tug to full firmess. Already, she could feel the moisture and heat between her legs, but this had to be taken carefully if it was to work. Finally she could wait no longer and her hand began its slow almost tortuous journey over the gentle swelling of her tummy to the waistband of her white cotton panties. Hermione spread her legs wide in the vast bed and ran her hand over the material. She felt on fire down there and even the gentlest pressure sent waves of demand issuing from an already engorged clit..............Ron stirred uneasilly in his sleep. Hardly able to get comfortable, he pulled the pillow tighter around his head and rolled over. Only then did he become aware of the huge erection that was almost, but not quite, painful. Deciding it was too much bother to do anything about it, Ron closed his eyes, and, miraculously, or so it seemed to him, he fell into a deep slumber.......Hermione pressed the tips of her fingers under the tight waistband. Travelling further and further down, she felt the roughness of her pubic hair before finally arriving at the moist valley between her legs. She raised her knees now, feet wide apart and joyously delved two fingers deep inside herself. She arched her back as her fingertips foundher g'spot, and her thumb nestled comfortably on her clit. She began fucking herself long and slow. In her mind, the image of Ron, naked and erect pressing his hardness inside her and pulling her to him. Her mouth opened with a whispered "ohh.. Ron,, please!" Then she was into her rhythm and each thrust brought her nearer to her innevitable release......Ron was in a room made of sweet smelling clouds. Everywhere he looked, he could see Hermione. Not her face, of course, but her curves. In the surreal Darlyism of the images around him, he felt totally at one with the young witch. The curve at her waist, the gentle but more urgent curves of her young breasts, her ass, and finally, for Ron, the most erotic of all, the gentle swell of her belly. Ron found himself breathing deeply and with every breath, all he could smell was her. Her soap, her perfume, her hair conditioner. But this time, there was a musky undertone that could not be denied. He couldnt place it, but it was powerful, hypnotic and urgent. The new scent was everywhere now, growing stronger in its delicacy........Hermione's left hand pinched the nipple of her left breast hard as her right hand flailed between her legs. Now the whispers were coming in short shapr burst... his name.. only ever his name. "Ron.... ROn.... RON... (and finally) ROOooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Her orgasm gripped her insides like a vice and for a moment, every part of her was still. She was powerless to breath, to move and only her hammering heart betrayed her vitalism. Then the damn broke with a rush and every muscle convulsed wildy and ryhtmically as she held the image in her mind of Ron deep inside her pumping his seed deep into her womb......Ron awoke the next morning to find the stickiness all over his sheets. Blushing wildly, he gathered them up and,summoning a house elf, handed them over to be washed. Ron himself ran for the bathroom. He looked down at his cock that was only now beginning to grow soft again. There was a stickiness to his pubes too, but not like the dried sperm he knew from late night masturbations.This was oily, light. He ran his fingers through it and brought them to his nose. Almost instantly he recognised the scent from the night before, and instinctively now, with the benefit of full consciosness, he guessed that it was the vaginal secretions of a girl. Ron blushed even more furiously. He headed for the nearest cubicle and locked himself in. Taking his newly revitalised cock in hand, he rubbed the scent over his face and nose. He closed his eyes and decided on the image this orgasm would take. He smiled, "Hermione would kill me if she knew" he thought..........alone, in her bed far away from Ron, Hermione smiled.

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