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Sweets - R/Hr - NC-17
Title : Sweets
Author : shocfix
Rating : NC-17
Summary : This is a sequel to my stories ‘Chocolate’ and ‘More Chocolate’, which you should really read first. This is just a quick plotless bunny, but I am so proud of the central idea that I had to post it. I am proud because my husband came up with it – yes, I have got him thinking up Harry Potter Porn in his free time!

[written well pre-HBP, so there is no Seventh Year Quest – actually, written nearly two years ago – my first ever fanfics, so be gentle with me!]


The N.E.W.T.s were finally over and there was very little reason for anyone to get out of bed early, so the Gryffindor table was nearly deserted at breakfast time on a beautiful Saturday morning in late June.

When the post owls came flying into the Great Hall a few people looked up, but there wasn’t much to be delivered, not this late in the term. Head Boy Ron Weasley was eating toast with one hand, as the other was clasped tightly in that of his girlfriend, Hermione Granger. This meant, that when the post owl dropped a package in front of him and swooped away, they were both splashed with pumpkin juice as his goblet was knocked over. Their best friend, Harry Potter, managed to rescue the parcel from the middle of Ron’s breakfast, and he handed it over to a rather grumpy looking Ron.

“Who’d send me a parcel in the last week of term?” he muttered, ripping it open. Two boxes of sweets fell into his lap.

Harry reached for the note that had fallen into the juice. “They’re from Fred and George,” he said, “they say they want you to try them out.”

“Honestly Ron,” complained Hermione, “you are eighteen now – why are your brothers still sending you sweets?” And without waiting for an answer she left the table, still brushing juice and toast from her robes.

****

Hermione had changed her clothes, and was sitting on her bed leafing through a book when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” she called, and the door opened to reveal her boyfriend, still carrying his sweets.

“Just wait until you try these, Hermione,” he said, his blue eyes twinkling, “you won’t believe what Fred and George have done now!” He came over to the bed and sat down, a maddening grin plastered over his face.

“Why, what’ll happen when I eat it?” she asked, frowning slightly, but holding out her hand bravely.

“Uh uh,” said Ron, shaking his head and smirking down at her, “you can’t have one – they’re for me.”

“How old are you, Ron?” But she just couldn’t resist that smile, and he did look incredibly pleased about something.

Placing the boxes of sweets on her bedside cabinet, he crawled towards her up the bed and gently kissed her mouth.

“What about the sweets, Ron?” she murmured against his lips.

“Later,” he whispered as he deepened the kiss and pushed her back against the pillows.

As she always did, and as he knew she would, she gave herself up entirely to his kisses. Could life get any better? N.E.W.T.s over, Voldemort dead, six departments of the Ministry of Magic had offered her positions starting in the autumn, and Ron had undone her blouse and his tongue was circling her nipples.

Instead of going any further, he stood by the bed and swiftly shed his clothes. She managed to open her eyes and look up at him. Mmmm. While playing Seeker had kept Harry as skinny as ever, Ron’s arms and shoulders were beautifully muscled from three years of Keeper training. When she rose and undressed in her turn, Ron laid back on her pillows and watched. Then he held out his hand and drew her down on top of him.

Also in her turn, she set a trail of kisses down his chest, feeling his breath catch in his throat as she drew his nipple into her mouth. As she moved further, she could see his erection waiting for her, and she wasted no time once she reached it.

She couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed going down on him. She had always thought it would be a subservient thing to do, but the power she felt as she brought him to his climax was incredible. The only drawback was the taste, but as she had told him: it wasn’t ladylike to spit, she just had to swallow.

His hands were tangled in her hair, holding her face against him as he bucked his hips and thrust into her mouth. Yes, he was close; she could hear him moaning her name. Concentrating on their rhythm, she was vaguely aware that his hands had left her head, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him reach for something on the bedside table. Yes, a rustling of sweet wrappers. But she kept moving, sucking him deep into her throat, and he burst inside her mouth, filling it with the taste of…. strawberries?

Hermione sat back and looked down at him, for once utterly speechless. His face was flushed, and his chest was heaving, but through it all he was grinning at her like a kid with a secret.

“OK, what was that?” she asked.

He reached for the box of sweets again and handed it to her. “’Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes – Every Flavour Orgasms’,” she read. “’Swallow your favourite before you come, and your partner tastes it too’ Wow. Ron that is amazing! How on earth did the Twins make these? Honestly, they didn’t learn this in Potions…” Her face went white, and then red. “Why have they sent these to you? What makes them think you can ‘try them out’?” She looked mortified, and tears sprang to her eyes.

“Oh Hermione, don’t,” he sat up and took her in his arms. “Please don’t cry. You know Fred and George. They’re teasing me, they don’t know anything. I bet they thought you’d read the box at breakfast and just blush and tell me off – they don’t know anything! I thought it would be great to try one – but I promise I won’t tell them we did – I thought you’d like it.”

He looked really remorseful, and she sighed and shook her head. “I’m not angry with you, you idiot. I do think it was great – it was fabulous – but you know I like to keep our love life between the two of us.” She smiled and kissed him, “We’ll have to try some of the other flavours later, ok?”

Ron sat back, looking very relieved. “Actually, that’s not all they sent me,” he said, reached into another box of sweets and handed one to her, “what d’you think of these?”

It was another bean, which she took and popped into her mouth. She chewed. She could not believe what she was tasting or the look on Ron’s face as he watched her grimace. She swallowed.

“Ron,” she said slowly, “what was that? It tasted of, well, of sperm.”

“I know,” he chortled, and handed her the second box.

“‘Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes – You Never Can Tell – add them to your Every Flavour Beans – baffle your family and friends with our Sperm flavoured beans – You Never Can Tell who will recognise the taste!’ Oh Ron, that is just ridiculous. You’re not going to try these out on our friends, are you?”

But the Head Boy was shrugging his way back into his clothes and grinning all over his face. “Oh come on Hermione, let’s go and give one to Harry.” She rolled her eyes, but dressed and followed him downstairs.

****

Harry Potter was sitting in the Gryffindor common room with some other sixth and seventh years, idly polishing his broomstick, when they came down the stairs.

“Hey Harry,” Ron said, keeping an admirably straight face and rummaging in the box of Every Flavour Beans for the rogue beans he had added. “New flavour beans this month – what d’you think?” He withdrew a pearly white bean and threw it to Harry who, of course, caught it with his Seeker’s reflexes.

Seven years of experience of the wizarding world obviously showed, because Harry gingerly bit the bean in half and chewed slowly. “You know, I have absolutely no idea, mate,” he said, “but that is disgusting!”

Then he turned to his girlfriend, who was sitting beside him on the squashy red couch. “Here Ginny,” he said, “what d’you think?” and he popped the other half of the bean in her mouth.

She chewed. She frowned. She looked at Harry. She swallowed. Her eyes widened. “Oh no,” thought Hermione.

Ginny frowned again. “Why on earth,” she said, “would they make a bean that tasted of….” before she clapped her hand over her mouth.

Ron’s eyes widened and his ears went red. “Ginny Weasley!” he shouted, “Don’t you dare tell me you know what that was!”