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Careful Study - R/Hr - NC-17
Title: Careful Study
Author: shocolate
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Words: 1180
Rating: NC-17

Written for the Holy Foreskin challenge on hp_funnyfest.

Betaed by my lovely magicofisis.


Careful Study
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Seeing your boyfriend’s naked genitals for the first time is always a bit odd.

I imagine.

One date and two kisses with Viktor didn’t make me an expert, and I’d always cast a Silencio on my bed, rather than risk finding out about such things from Lavender.

But a summer of finding any quiet corner of a crowded Burrow to snog in, a summer of Ron’s hands going from respectful to blimey, I touched her breast and she didn’t Hex me, a summer of Ron’s genitals going from being kept a careful distance away to grinding against me, had finally got him so aroused and frustrated that he had only rolled his eyes when I suggested Harry and I swap rooms for the night.

Harry and I had crossed on the stairs, both flushing and avoiding the other’s eyes.

“Good luck,” he’d whispered.

And I’d finally been alone with my beautiful boy and a bed.

And he’d tried so hard to take things slowly, but his whimpering desperation was flattering, and his pyjama jacket and my nighty had hit the floor pretty swiftly, and he had gurgled and dived into my breasts.

And I promised myself, not for the first time, that I would not worry about Lavender’s breasts, ever again.

His hands stayed cautiously above my waist, but I could feel him starting to harden through his pyjama bottoms as he rubbed against my thigh, and I reached for the cord to undo them and he stiffened all over.

“Really?” he whispered.

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” I asked.

“To get me naked?”

I blushed and nodded and Ron wriggled and kicked his way out of his bottoms and laid back, one fingertip running down my hip and under the elastic of my knickers.

“You have me at a disadvantage, Miss Granger,” he said, looking deliciously ruffled and nervous.

“Just the way you like it,” I pointed out.

He laughed and stretched out beside me and his penis arched between us and I mentally squared my shoulders and looked at it.

And my first thought was, “I have to talk to Ginny.”

Seeing your boyfriend’s naked genitals for the first time is always a bit odd, but I cannot imagine most girls need to talk to his sister.

Why had she never mentioned that Ron was circumcised?

Why would she?

Was it a Weasley thing? Or a wizard thing? I hated not knowing things about the Wizarding World.

Why had I never researched their circumcision customs? I intended to have children in the Wizarding World, didn’t I? To be brutally honest, I intended to have children with red hair and freckles.

Ron cleared his throat and shifted nervously and I realised I’d been staring at it.

It drooped sadly and I realised I hadn’t been staring at it in a very flattering way, and the poor thing didn’t even have a foreskin to crawl inside as it tried to hide its face from me.

“It’s OK,” Ron said, sitting up, “you really don’t have to…”

He reached for his pyjamas and I sat up swiftly to stop him.

“Oh, no, Ron, I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m not… scared, or anything… I was just… studying it.”

His eyes flew up to my face and he gaped at me.

“I should have expected you to,” he said weakly. “I didn’t dare hope for turned on, and I dreaded scared or disgusted. But you’re Hermione. You’re studying it.”

“Oh, stop it,” I said.

We both looked down at his lap.

“You’re still making it self-conscious,” he said.

I reached out a hand and touched it and Ron yelped.

“Uh, that’s fine,” he said. “You… you study it. Carefully. Thoroughly. Painstakingly. Meticulously.”

I laughed at his mental Thesaurus.

“You’re um.” I bit my lip, my eyes flicking up to his face, which clearly couldn’t believe it was watching me stroking his rapidly awakening penis.

“Huge?” he suggested hopefully.

I tutted.

Men were so strange.

It was fascinating, actually, feeling the velvety soft skin sliding over the hardening core, and I knew he wouldn’t know the biology involved and I wasn’t going to ask him.

I made a mental note to look it up.

But there was something I had to ask. I had a vision of me flying down the stairs in just my knickers, bursting into Ginny’s room, ignoring Harry’s bobbing bottom and asking her if all wizards were circumcised.

I had to ask, and honestly, if I could touch it, I could ask him about it.

“You’re circumcised,” I said.

“Hmmm?” he said vaguely, leaning back on his hands and spreading his legs for me.

“Cut,” I said.

He looked up and frowned. “Cut?” he echoed.

“Circumcised.”

He blushed.

Apparently talking about it was more embarrassing than having someone hold it during the conversation.

“Oh, yeah….” he said. “Um, what?”

I knew I was unlikely to get much more sense out of him, not while masturbating him, but I tried again.

“Are all wizards circumcised?” I asked.

He blinked me into focus.

“D’we have to discuss this now?” he asked faintly. “Um, yeah. Wizards. Yes. Ceremony thingy. Thing.”

I banished all questions about Muggleborn wizards from my brain, after wondering if it would be OK to ask Ginny about Dean.

And I took pity on him and lay back on the bed, pulling him down with me and sighing as his clumsy fingers slid inside my knickers. I helped him slide them down my legs and I showed him what to do and I corrected his wrist movement and I watched his awestruck face as he moved over and into me and his painful joy when he climaxed and his embarrassment at how swiftly one followed the other.

I kissed his cheek, murmured something about the loo, found my nighty and tiptoed down the stairs to clean myself up.

Apparently, all eighteen-year-old boys were swift lovers, and I found Ginny in the bathroom. We both blushed and giggled and hugged and sat carefully on the side of the bath.

“So,” she said, waggling her eyebrows wickedly. “How was it?”

“Lovely,” I said firmly.

“Of course,” she said, looking at her watch and sniggering.

“Oh, you’re impossible,” I said.

“Can I ask…” she said, as I said, “Ginny…”

“You first.”

“No, you.”

“I didn’t realise that he’d be… that wizards were…” I tutted. “You didn’t tell me that wizards were circumcised.”

There. Blame her.

Her eyes opened wide.

“Well, of course they are. You didn’t tell me that Muggles weren’t,” she complained. “I didn’t know what to say!”

“But.” I frowned at her. “You said all wizards were done; Harry isn’t Muggleborn, his parents would have…”

I trailed off at the look of horror on her face.

“What?" I asked.

“But Harry was just a baby when his parents died,” she gasped.

“But if it’s not done when they’re a baby…” The mental picture of my freckled baby boy vanished in a puff of apprehension. “Ginny? Then when is it done?”

“When a boy receives his Hogwarts letter, of course.”