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More Chocolate - R/Hr - NC-17
Title : More Chocolate
Author : shocfix
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Ron and Hermione in a prefects’ meeting.

This is a sequel to ‘Chocolate’, but you don’t really need to have read it, as they are both plotless smut.

[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!]

[Author’s note : Um, please don’t try this at home, I’m not sure it’s safe !]


Hermione Granger sat at her dressing table. She had sat down to tidy her hair before going downstairs to the prefects’ meeting. So far, so good.

But she had just caught herself sighing dreamily as she brushed her hair and gazed into the mirror at her reflection. Ugh. Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the most brilliant witch of her generation. Sighing. Dreamily. About a boy. Ugh. It was a good thing that she had her own room now that she was Head Girl – what if Lavender or Parvati had caught her sighing. Especially dreamily.

Especially about a boy. Especially about Ron. Ron Weasley. How did he do this to her? For nearly six years, his smart mouth had tormented and teased her with arguments about everything from homework, to murderous cats, to Quidditch, to Just Why You Should Not Date Viktor Krum.

But at the Burrow last summer, just before they had gone back to school to start their seventh year, they had finally admitted to having feelings for each other. And now she was addicted to him. She couldn’t help remembering his kisses. Thinking about his body pressed up against hers. Absolutely couldn’t stop think about that day last week in the library when his smart mouth had tormented and teased her to orgasm while she was trying to talk to Harry!

Where did he get the nerve to do something like that? Bloody Gryffindor. And how did he know she’d let him? He was impossible. Impossible sexy, but still impossible! Well, she couldn’t let him distract her like that anymore. N.E.W.T.s were just two weeks away now, and she was far too busy to meet him in deserted classrooms, and have him gaze down at her with darkened eyes, like he was dying of thirst and she was….. No. She was too busy. She had a meeting to conduct.

Behind her the door opened. A tall, slim, redheaded boy slipped into the room. Her room.

“Ron,” she said, “you are not allowed in my room.”

He shook his head and sighed. “Oh Hermione. We’re nearly finished school, I can’t believe you still won’t let me visit you here. It’s crazy. It’s not as if we don’t…do stuff.”

“You know how I feel, Ron. Embarrassing as it is to sneak around, it’s still breaking only normal school rules. If we met in my room, or in your room, it would be abusing our positions as Head Girl and Head Boy. And that’s the only reason you can make it up the staircase to my room in the first place – because you are Head Boy.”

“Well, much as I’d love you to..um… abuse your position now, I only popped up to ask you to do something for me before we go to the prefect’s meeting.” Ron smiled down at her, and she actually looked rather apologetic, gazing up at him with a polite smile, waiting to hear what he wanted. Ron’s smiled widened, and now she suddenly looked rather worried.

He took his hand out of his robe pocket and held something out to her. A small, solid chocolate, Easter egg. She tried to roll her eyes, but found that she was blushing too fiercely.

“Ron?” she queried, “What on earth are you up to? We have to be downstairs in five minutes.”

“Hermione, I just can’t stop thinking about what happened in the library. God, that was the sexiest thing I have ever heard of. I cannot believe what we did, I can’t stop fantasising about it. Please, do something for me?” He had dropped to his knees before her again, and she bit her lip, half terrified and half aroused. What was he going to ask her?

He gazed into her eyes as his hand ran up under her skirt. God, she thought, how does he do it? Why can’t you stop him? This is not like you. His long, sensitive fingers slipped over her stocking tops, past the elastic and into her knickers. She was, as always, already wet for him and he smiled and licked his lips. One finger slipped inside her.

“Ron, we have to go downstairs,” she hissed.

Now his smile was almost evil. He held up the chocolate egg again. “Let me put this inside you, Hermione. Come down to the prefects’ meeting with me, with the chocolate warming inside you. When you are telling Malfoy off, when everyone thinks how cool and in control you are, I will know that the melted chocolate is dripping out of you, and I will be thinking about licking you clean when we get back upstairs.”

“Oh. My. God. Ron, are you insane?” His fingers were still inside her. She blushed furiously, but her heart was racing and she felt her body tremble at the thought of how erotic it would be. Yes, everyone thought she was so prim and proper. Her fellow Gryffindors were used to her and Ron curling up in an armchair and kissing, but even they would be staggered to find out just how far he could get her to go. Just how much she lost control.

She wasn’t considering it, surely? But the egg was just the right size, he had obviously thought about this carefully. It wouldn’t be uncomfortable, but she would definitely feel it there. It would get warmer, and softer. Ron would be watching her; he would be in an erotic frenzy, constantly hard for an hour and unable to do anything about it. And the thought of his erection straining for her across the table would keep her wet. But instead of her bodily juices, she would feel the melted chocolate dripping out of her. Her muscles spasmed around his fingers.

He was still watching her face. His breath was uneven and she could see his pulse throbbing in his neck.

“How do you get me to do these things, Ron Weasley?” she breathed, and his beautiful face lit up.

“Hermione. You are the sexiest witch in the world.” He leant in and kissed her hungrily, groaning into her mouth as he thought about what she did to him, about what she’d do for him. God, he was one lucky bastard.

His clever fingers slipped out of her, and he bent and pulled her panties down past her knees. As her legs fell apart he leant forwards and placed a kiss on her sex, almost reverently. With one hand he held her wet lips apart and with the other he pressed the egg inside her. He pushed it further up her passage with his long fingers and she felt it settle inside her. She felt full and incredibly erotic. As she stood and picked up her notes from the dressing table, he pulled her panties back into place and she lowered her skirt.

“Well, Head Girl, you look very smart. Very demure. Let’s go to that meeting – and I want you to be very, very strict with them all.” He dipped his head and gave her a long, drugging kiss, then took her hand and led her from the room.

****

Hermione stood at the head of the table in the prefects’ meeting room. Even though it was nearly the end of the school year, there was still work to discuss. The fifth years were sitting their O.W.L.s this week, and the seventh years were about to sit their N.E.W.T.s, so the sixth year prefects had to be extra busy. Then there was the final Hogsmead visit of the year, and the end of year feast.

Twenty-three faces looked up at her. Six sneering Slytherins. Six alert Ravenclaws. Six serious Hufflepuffs. Four loyal-but-rather-bored Gryffindors. And one calm-eyed, serious, slightly frowning, supportive Head Boy-come-boyfriend. She could feel herself throbbing around the chocolate egg. Feel the chocolate start to slip out of her. Well, she wasn’t going to let him sit there calmly.

“Right.” she said, “Item One: the exams. Fifth year prefects are off the rota this week, as they will be swamped with O.W.L. work, or possibly just lazing around eating chocolate,” Ron’s eyes widened, “but that is not my problem. My problem is that seventh years are also off the rota, because we have just two weeks left before the N.E.W.T.s, and that leaves an awful lot of responsibility on the sixth years.”

“Especially as the lower years have finished their exams and are just lolling around outside the castle most of the time. Or, even more worryingly, getting up to all sorts of trouble running loose inside the castle. Colin,” she turned to the Gryffindor sixth year prefect, “I have no idea why, but there was a boy pushing a large egg up the passage in Gryffindor Tower earlier, could you keep an eye out for any unusual behaviour in your side of the dorms?”

She chanced a glance at Ron. His face was flushed and his mouth was hanging open. Good.

****

Ron could not believe what she had just said. Everyone else was looking politely interested, Colin maybe just a touch baffled. When he had come up with his plan, while wanking behind his closed bed-curtains, and fantasising about the day in the library, he wasn’t sure he could convince her to do it.

What girl would stand before a room full of people while chocolate melted inside her? His girl would. His girl was the sexiest witch in the world – and all the more so because absolutely no one else had the slightest idea about how sexy she could be.

So he had sat down, trousers already tight around a semi-permanent erection, as she got to her feet. He imagined the chocolate already starting to coat her folds. God. And she would just talk normally, and no one else would know. Well, admittedly no one else knew, but she had only covered item one, and she had said ‘chocolate’ and ‘pushing a large egg up the passage’, and he knew he was blushing. God, she was amazing.

“Item Two: no Slytherin prefects have ‘volunteered’ to be on duty during the Hogsmead visit in three weeks time.” She turned to look at Draco Malfoy, the senior Slytherin prefect, and bane of their lives, who sneered up at her. “Malfoy, I know that this was your idea, that you just egg” Ron’s cock twitched “them on. But you have to have at least one volunteer by the end of the week, ok? Because otherwise you and I will have to do it together.” Over my dead body!

“Item Three: the fighting after last week’s Quidditch match. Now, Ron,” Ron gulped, what was she going to say to him? “you are Head Boy and Quidditch captain, you should have stopped that fight, not joined in. I don’t want to give you a dressing-down in public,” yes, undress me in public, “but I am amazed by your behaviour. I know you licked them,” I want to lick you, Hermione, “I know you cleaned up,” I want to lick you clean, “you were cock” she said ‘cock’ in a prefects’ meeting and everyone was watching him, and he thought he might come in his pants, “of the walk, but you could have been seen by a teacher. You’re lucky it was me who broke up the fight.”

Ron was trembling now. Luckily she turned away from him and moved on to…

“Item Four: the seventh year party.” Deep breaths Ronald, this is your fault. You thought you could sit here and imagine how she’ll taste, while everyone’s attention is on her, well, she is the cleverest witch you know, of course she’d torment you with it, “This takes place the night before the end of term feast, and is for seventh years and their dates only. It’s a nice chance to say goodbye to everyone, and I hope you all come.” ‘I hope you all come’? “There will be notices in the common rooms, so make sure that all your dorm mates read them, I want to make sure that they all come too.” Ron actually groaned out loud, and Ginny kicked him.

“Item Five: election of next year’s Head Girl and Head Boy. Thank you for having me” oh god! “as your Head Girl.” You’re my Head Girl, and when you give head… “It’s been a good year, and I have enjoyed” being sucked off in the library “working with you all. I know everyone thinks I’m never happier than when I’m in the library,” oh god! “but the cut and thrust” oh, thrust! “of our arguments here has been stimulating.” oh stimulating! “Ron and I would like to” run upstairs and rip our clothes off and bury my face in her, and taste the chocolate mixed with her juices, as she takes my cock deep into her throat “thank you for you support. Ron, I’m sure you have” a painful, throbbing erection “a few words you’d like to say.” She smiled at him and sat down. God, the bitch. God, he loved her.

Twenty-three faces looked at him. Six sneering Slytherins. Six polite Ravenclaws. Six polite Hufflepuffs. Four loyal-but-rather-bored Gryffindors. And one twinkling-eyed, glowing, sexy bitch of a Head Girl-come-girlfriend. I’ll-make-her-come-girlfriend.

He almost stood up, but even in his school robes his erection would have been obvious. He met Hermione’s eyes across the table, and her glaze flicked down towards his crotch. That’s it. He didn’t know whether to kill her, or take her to bed and never let her out again!

He cleared his throat. No, he had to do this sitting down. “Hmmm. Yes, Hermione,” God, yes, Hermione! “ummm..stimulating, yes. Thanks.” Well, he’d never sounded like more of an idiot, and Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes ostentatiously and turned away. Ginny sniggered next to him and whispered “Stimulating What are you on, Ron?”

Eyes glazed, Ron sat through the election without listening. He couldn’t believe what she had done, he felt like he’d created a monster.

****

Finally. “Well,” said Hermione, “that wraps it up for today. And for the term. Good luck in your exams, and I declare the meeting closed.”

She didn’t even have time to pick up her notes before Ron had run around the table, grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room. Almost roughly, he dragged her up the staircases towards Gryffindor Tower. He growled “Snidget” to the Fat Lady and ran through the common room, ignoring Harry’s greeting. Up and up the stairs and into the Head Girl’s room at the top of the tower. He whipped out his wand, threw quick locking and silencing spells at the door and threw Hermione onto her bed.

She looked up at him, her tongue darting out nervously to wet her lips. “Oh dear,” she thought, “maybe I pushed him too far ” But then his face lit up with the most joyful and lustful smile she had ever seen, and he was on top of her.

His mouth barely touched hers before his tongue forced itself between her lips. As he thrust inside her mouth, his hands were on her body; her robe was pushed down her arms, her shirt ripped apart, buttons scattering, and her bra was torn open. He lifted her from the bed and pulled her clothes down her arms and tossed them away; he unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Then he laid her down again, and knelt above her, with dark, hooded eyes almost glowing as he looked down at her. She wore just panties and stockings. Chest heaving as he breathed raggedly, he tore off his clothes also, and she gasped as his erection sprung into sight.

He lay down at her side. His fingers touched her face, grazed past her nipples and slid lower, into her panties and between her lips. She shuddered deliciously and closed her eyes. But all too quickly they were gone. Lazily opening her eyes she was thrilled to see him sucking chocolate off his fingers. Wow.

He moved himself lower down her body and, smiling back up at her, slid her panties down her legs. Hermione almost flung her legs apart, so eager was she to feel his mouth on her. Ron laughed. “Oh Hermione, I have corrupted you!” But then he stopped smiling and dipped his face between her thighs.

****

God, she looked incredible. The chocolate was everywhere; in every fold, in her moist curls. She smelt incredible. He always loved the scent of her sex, but mixed with the chocolate she smelt hot and exotic. His tongue lapped at her gently. She tasted like heaven. She groaned and thrust up at him. Hmmm, he loved having such power over her. As he closed his mouth over her and started to suck the chocolate off, he slipped two long fingers inside. His balls tightened as he felt her wet, hot, sticky passage. As far as he could reach, and there it was…the rest of the chocolate egg. He managed to grasp it and pull it out.

He knelt over her and her eyes flickered open. He bit into the sticky, chocolaty mess in his hand and saw her eyes widen and her lips parted with a groan of such pure lust that he thought she couldn’t look any sexier. But then he offered her the rest of the chocolate, and she sucked it off his fingers and, God, he almost came on the spot!

Leaning back down to the scene of the crime, he parted her lips once again and started licking her clean. Long sweeping strokes of his tongue between her folds made her cry out and grasp at the sheets beneath her. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, scooping chocolate out of each crevice and feeling her body clutching at him on each stroke. Finally he replaced his tongue with three, rigid, thrusting fingers as his mouth enclosed her and sucked hungrily. Soon her hips were bucking up as she ground herself against him, and he felt her muscles spasm against his fingers as she climaxed in his mouth.

****

Hermione felt completely drained by the most intense, and erotic orgasm that he had ever given her. Each mouthful of chocolate that he had scooped out of her and swallowed had turned her on more than she had imagined possible. She knew she loved Ron, but at that moment she had been simply consumed by lust for him. Now he was kneeling over her, brushing the hair from her flushed face, and smiling down at her with utter love and amazement on his face.

“I cannot believe you did that,” she breathed. “Did you really make that up as you went along? ‘cos, Ron, I didn’t know you had such a good imagination.”

“Yes you did, Hermione,” he grinned. “You’ve read my Divination homework.”

Her “Honestly, Ron!” was smothered by his mouth, as he swooped in for a hungry kiss, so she pushed him off of her, and back down onto the bed. This left her kneeling over his naked body, which she ran her eyes over, hungrily. They lingered on his erection, which seemed to be reaching for her.

Usually she straddled his legs to take him in her mouth, but tonight her eyes narrowed speculatively as she considered him, and his eyebrows rose in antici….pation.

Shifting slightly up the bed, she suddenly swung one slim, stockinged leg over his chest and pinned both of his arms to the bed with her calves, leaving him gazing up her back, from tailbone into her cloud of hair. Leaning forward onto her hands and knees, she presented him with the most tempting and beautiful view, and then she leant forwards and took him deep into her mouth.

Rocking backwards and forwards as she sucked him brought her dripping sex tantalisingly close to his mouth, but with his arms pinned to his sides he couldn’t lift his face to taste her. He groaned with a mixture of pleasure and frustration as she swirled her tongue around him. The poor boy had had an erection for almost two hours now, so she decided to stop tormenting him. With skilful hands and tongue she swiftly brought him closer and closer to the edge and as she felt him start to pulse in her mouth she lowered herself onto his face and let him suck hungrily as he exploded into her throat.