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Intellectual Curiosity - R/Hr - NC-17
Title: Intellectual Curiosity
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 3869
Hermione brings her usual intellectual curiosity to bear on their sex life.
I wondered what people wanted me to write andbelladonna803 had rather a good idea… so, this is for you, my lovely – here they are, in all their Hermione/Ronness.
Ta,emmacmf, for untangling my more than usual pronounal confusion.
Intellectual Curiosity
****
The words echoed through the room and Hermione's eyes opened wide and she shook her head frantically.
"When?" I asked tightly.
"Forget it, Ron," she said, moving closer and smiling in what I took to be a seductive way.
"Stop it," I said, scrambling away from her and standing beside the bed, trying to look menacing and impressive and only succeeding in looking like a bloke with a rapidly shrinking erection. "Stop trying to seduce me."
She knelt on our bed, naked, her hands folded in her lap, being utterly beautiful and perfect.
And unfaithful.
"When?" I repeated. "When did you touch Harry's cock?"
"You know I'd never…"
"You said it, Hermione," I interrupted.
"But I didn't mean it."
"Hermione," I said, folding my arms and glaring down at her. "Telling me mine is not the only cock you've touched is bad enough, but Harry?"
"It's just not true," she protested. "I never…"
"Hermione," I snapped, holding up a hand to silence her. "See this?"
I pointed at my cock and she looked at it seriously.
"Have you touched it?" I asked.
"Yes, Ron," she said patiently.
"And is it the only cock you have ever touched?"
She looked up at me and bit her lip adorably.
"Well, no," she said, "but…"
"And just when did you manage this slutty phase, without me noticing?" I demanded. "And Harry… he promised…"
"Ron," she said firmly. "I admit it was a stupid thing to do, but I was seventeen and it seemed unlikely that I'd get many chances to touch a naked man, and it wasn't important that it was Harry but I was… intrigued and I touched it and I'm sorry… but it really isn't anything to do with you and me."
"Seventeen?" I whined. "Not when I…when I… wasn't there."
"No," she breathed. "Ron, no."
"Then when?" I spat.
"When I was Polyjuiced," she said quietly.
I gaped at her.
"Say that again," I croaked.
"When I was Polyjuiced into Harry," she said. "While Kingsley was organising the Portkey."
"When you were Harry," I said slowly. "You… molested him."
"I didn't molest anyone," she protested. "But I had a penis… how could anyone expect me not to examine it? And no way was I the only one, Ron; don't tell me you didn't peek."
"I did no such thing," I gasped.
She blinked up at me.
"You had someone else's body, and you didn't… observe the… differences?" she asked, looking genuinely baffled.
"Hermione," I said, sagging and sitting beside her on the bed. "I really didn't. I've… seen Harry naked, you know. It's really not that interesting."
"But weren't you interested in how another penis feels?" she asked.
"Is this just research Hermione gone mad?" I asked weakly.
She tutted. "I suppose so," she said. "It was just too good an opportunity – and my only opportunity - to pass up."
"Well," I laughed, "at least you didn't access Bellatrix Lestrange."
Hermione bit her lip.
"Hermione?"
"That's why I don't believe you didn't take the opportunity for a comparison," she said seriously.
"Did you…" I couldn't even say the word. "You didn't."
"Did I what?" she demanded.
"Did you… wank Bellatrix?" I asked weakly.
"No," she said indignantly. "And I didn't wank Harry, either. I just examined her breasts, when I was getting dressed, like I examined his penis, because they were so different to mine, and I wondered about mine aging and softening... purely intellectual curiosity."
"Fuck," I croaked. "You're unbelievable."
She moved closer and put her hand on my arm. "I'm sorry you're… disgusted," she said. "You know I'd never touch anyone's… equipment, not now."
"Not even for purely intellectual curiosity?" I pouted. "Are one set of middle aged breasts a good enough sample? Any reason you can think of to Polyjuice into my mother?"
"No," she said slowly, "and that is really disturbing."
"Maybe you'd like to handle an erect cock?" I went on.
"Of course not," she snapped. "Honestly, Ron, how could you even suggest such a thing?"
"How could I suggest you try having an erection?" I spluttered. "Not only would I never even imagine such a thing, if it wasn't for your purely intellectual curiosity… but I can assure you you wouldn't know what to do with it."
"Oh no?" she said, raising a challenging eyebrow.
"Oh, no you don't," I said swiftly. "That was not a challenge, and I am not going to discuss this any further."
I turned away and stood and bent to pick up my pyjama bottoms.
"Unless," she said.
"No," I said, standing on one foot to step into them. "There is absolutely no 'unless'."
"Unless it was your cock," she said thoughtfully.
I fell over.
"What?" I croaked, from the floor.
"Well," she said, in a ridiculously reasonable tone of voice. "How could you get jealous if I had your erection?"
"Mine?" I whispered.
"I wouldn't want to handle anyone else's erection," she assured me, "but you know how fond I am of yours, and I like to think I know my way around it, and it would be rather interesting to be… responsible for it."
"You're always responsible for it," I said earnestly. "You have been since I was fourteen."
"Well," she said primly, flushing beautifully. "Thank you. I think."
I blinked up at her, trying to imagine her with my cock.
"So?" she prompted.
"So, you want to Polyjuice into me," I said slowly.
"Yes, I think I do," she said.
"And… touch yourself… myself… ourselves?"
"It really would be too good a chance to pass up," she said. "And, as I wouldn't be running for my life, for once, I could study the transformation properly."
"And would it be... queer of me, to watch?" I asked.
She snorted.
"In a totally non-judgemental and non-homophobic way," I protested. "But I wouldn't usually want to watch another bloke wanking, not if there wasn't a bet involved."
She blinked and shook her head to dismiss the image, apparently deciding not to enquire further into male gambling habits.
"I think I can safely say that watching your girlfriend giving you a hand job can not be thought of as even the tiniest bit gay," she said firmly.
"Excellent," I said.
"Especially if you've Polyjuiced into me," she added airily.
"Mmmmphhhrtsssll?" I demanded.
"Well, it's only fair, isn't it?" she asked.
"Frrrmm?"
"Well," she said reasonably. "If I'm to give it a full work out, then I really need a woman's body to make love to."
"You want to fuck me?" I breathed. "I'm… I'm not sure I like the idea of…"
"Your cock says otherwise," she interrupted.
We both looked down at my perky penis.
"Traitor," I muttered at it.
Hermione slithered off the bed and curled up, naked, in my lap.
"Please?" she pouted, leaning against me and squishing her breasts against my chest. "I think it'd be fascinating."
I looked down at her gorgeous breasts and thought about owning them, if only for an hour.
"Can I wank?" I asked, holding her close.
"Of course," she said. "I'm sure it can only be beneficial to see what feels good, from the other's point of view."
"Can I stick my fingers up my arse?" I asked.
She frowned and blinked up at me.
"My my arse or your my arse?" she asked.
"I don't know," I admitted, my hands at her waist, my thumbs brushing the underside of her, my, our magnificent breasts. "I've lost track."
"Well," she said, looping her arms around my neck, "let's just see how it goes, shall we?"
She ran her hand through my hair and then tugged, sharply.
"Ow," I protested.
She held up a few red hairs and then grasped a wisp of her own hair and pulled.
"Now?" I asked.
"Why not?" she said, clambering to her feet, pausing as my hands ran down the length of her fantastic legs and then clearing her throat as I stared at her groin.
"Why not, indeed," I agreed, watching her walk naked out of the room. "Where are you going?"
"I don't keep Polyjuice in the bedroom," her voice floated up the corridor.
"I didn't think you kept Polyjuice in the flat," I said, following her into the bathroom.
"Ah, well, you never know," she said vaguely.
She was standing on tip toe to get something down from on top of the wall cabinet and she doesn't like me assuming women can't open doors and… other things, equally to a man… so I didn't offer to get it for her, I just leant against the door frame and watched her stretching and reaching and pouring.
And I was gonna look that good.
What a brilliant idea.
She turned and handed me my vial and I looked at Essence of Hermione.
"This is a brilliant idea," I said.
She smiled broadly up at me.
"You're always big on boosting my self-confidence," I observed, "and now I'm finally gonna believe you when you tell me I'm gorgeous."
"Hmmm," she said. "Well, ditto."
"What a pair," I said.
She blushed and covered her breasts with her hand and I laughed and we drank.
I was a Polyjuice veteran, but I'd never had to shrink so far; my body felt like it was folding in on itself, the muscles in my arms and thighs withered, my cock was sucked terrifyingly into my body and hair boiled out of my head.
My head, my brain.
I was still me, so what happen to my bigger brain, inside Hermione's tiny skull?
I fell to my knees, shuddering.
"Fuck," I squeaked. "That was… oh my god, listen to my silly little squeaky voice."
"Thank you very much," Hermione boomed.
"Merlin, hush, you sound like Kingley," I whined.
Hermione snorted.
I looked up at her.
Me.
She had horrible, hairy thighs and ugly, scarred arms and shoulders and a limp cock and a gormless look on my face as she ran my hands over my body.
And I had the beginnings of a headache.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all.
I sighed and hung her head and spotted her boobs. I gasped and they… moved. Fantastic. I've always adored Hermione's boobs and, although she was very patient with me, I never felt I had enough alone time with them. They were perfect.
They move perfectly and feel brilliant and fill my hands perfectly.
"Wow," I croaked, reaching up to cup them and squeeze them.
They were too big.
Too big for her dainty little hands and I moaned and squeezed and thumbed the nipples. "They're brilliant," I breathed, lifting them and letting them drop and bounce.
"Well, there's a surprise," Hermione said.
I pinched the nipples hard and flinched. "Ouch," I complained.
"Hmmm," Hermione said. "Remember that."
"Really?" I asked, looking up at me.
"Sometimes," she said. "Not always; just be careful."
I started to protest, but she held out my hand and helped me to her feet.
"Nipples, right, check," I said, stepping closer to kiss me and holding her head at my kissing angle and ending up tucking her head under my chin and feeling my lips pressing a kiss into her hair.
I whimpered.
"Horizontal," she said firmly. "You have far too strong a muscle memory; we'll waste the whole hour if you try and learn to tip your head back to snog vertically."
"Bed," I agreed eagerly, following me back to our bedroom and, for the first time ever, not relishing the view of a naked Hermione from behind. Although she looked pretty toned and not quite as skinny as I used to, which actually made me strut rather cockily into the bedroom – or, rather, to attempt to, what with Hermione's short, non-strutting legs and her amazing bouncing breasts throwing me off balance.
Hermione lay down on the bed, looking what I assume was supposed to be seductive, and I made a mental note never, ever to try and look seductive in future, and she held out my hand.
"Um, so what d'we do?" I muttered, taking it and lying down beside myself.
Hermione narrowed my eyes and looked seriously at me.
Seeing myself thinking so hard looked really rather strange.
"Come here," she whispered, pulling me closer.
She pushed me back on the bed, looming over me to kiss me and this was refreshingly familiar, so I closed her eyes and let her. My slightly stubbly chin felt strange, and my lips and tongue were too big, but she still kissed like Hermione, and I sighed as she lapped at her parted lips.
"Good?" she murmured, my weight pressing me deep into the mattress.
"Hmmm," I said, wondering where to put her hands.
There is nothing I love more than exploring Hermione. When I have a naked Hermione on top of me, one of my hands will be at her breast and one pulling her knee up over my hip so I can cup her between the legs, but…
…but she came up on my hands and knees and loomed over me and I slipped her hand between my legs and I didn't feel mystery and wild wetness, I felt bollocks, and bollocks are only any good for tugging on while picturing Hermione naked, anyway.
She stopped kissing me and looked down into her confused face and I was left there, cupping my testicles and starting to panic.
"Stop," she said, rolling off me and stretching out beside herself.
"This isn't sexy," I whined, happily dropping my balls. "I want to touch you; if I wanted to touch my tackle I'd have a wank."
"Touch yourself," she said.
"Your myself?" I asked.
She reached for her hand and placed it on her belly, the tips of her fingers brushing her curls.
"My myself," she whispered.
I swallowed and moved her hand lower, her thighs falling automatically apart as I slid between them. I shivered as I felt fingers brushing hair follicles I was at the far end of, but her fingertips didn't slide through slick folds, they ground rapidly to a damp halt.
"Blimey," I whispered. "You haven't been this not turned on for years!"
"Hmmm," Hermione said, putting my hand over hers and spreading her folds with gentle fingers. "This does feel horribly familiar."
"Hey!" I protested
"But not recently," she comforted me, sucking on two long, freckled fingers before returning to her folds, running my fingertips slowly up either side of her clit and making me gasp as she touched every single nerve in my body in one instant, in one place.
"Hermione," I croaked. "That's fantastic."
"See?" she said, circling it slowly. "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Urp," I said, spreading her legs further.
"You try," she said, forestalling my protest of inadequacy by lowering my head and nuzzling her nipple.
This was really pushing my multi-tasking abilities, because stroking familiar unfamiliar places while she suckled on herself was pushing me close to sensory overload. Deciding to use her as a sexual metronome, I caught her rhythm and stroked in time with my lapping tongue.
She seemed to realise what I was doing pretty quickly and hummed into her breast, picking up her pace as I arched her back and adding my own fingers to the mix by slipping them inside me.
Inside me.
Fucking me.
Strong, manly fingers thrusting inside me, not a dainty fingertip up my arse at a strategic moment.
I swore colourfully in her tiny voice and she tutted gruffly.
I work hard when it's important and I like to think I'd got the hang of making Hermione come, but that was when I could focus on my fingers and her gasps and moans; trying to focus on my own gasps was harder than it sounded and I found myself whimpering and bucking Hermione's hips in frustration, trying to get her small, unusually clumsy fingers to hit the right spot.
As usual, she took pity on me and took over, pushing her hand aside and rubbing sparking, sparkling circles with my long, unusually elegant fingers until I found myself crying out and arching off the bed in utter delight.
"Fucking hell," I gasped, gaping up into my face. "That was spectacular. That was amazing. That was… can we do that again? Fuck, Hermione, don't stop, I want to do it again!"
"Good, isn't it?" she asked smugly, a superior smirk on my face.
"Very," I said firmly. "But I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by what my cock has to offer."
"Hmmm," she said, lying back and wrapping my fingers round my semi interested cock. "Although I'm not sure I'm ready for the loss of blood to the brain."
I propped myself up on her elbow and watched her wank.
Unfairly, she seemed to get the hang of it rather quicker than I had.
Quicker than I had, this evening, not than I had, a decade ago.
"This feels amazing from the inside," she gasped, biting my lip as I hardened. "I always think your skin is so soft, I'll hurt you, but I feel so strong from the inside."
"Yeah," I said encouragingly. "You won't hurt yourself like that; go faster."
"Goodness," she breathed, my eyes wide open as she speeded up, my purple knob flashing in and out of my fist.
"Wait," I said, reaching out her hand and stilling mine. "I thought you wanted to try… other stuff."
"Oh," she said, my chest heaving as she tried to get my breath under control. "I forgot."
"We don't have to do other stuff," I said generously, rubbing her thighs together.
"No," she said. "I want to, I just forgot that I couldn't climax now and then carry straight on."
She pouted and looked pityingly at me and I did not care for the look on my face.
"So," I said, "what next?"
She glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
"I think I realistically only have time for one orgasm," she said, squeezing the head of my cock. "And, while I really wish you would, if only to show you what a good job I do of it, I don't think you're ready to suck me off."
I squeaked, in a very ladylike manner, and eyed my cock, nervously.
"I don't think I can, Hermione," I said. "I mean, I know it's my cock, but it's…" I ran her tongue round her parted lips, "…huge."
She snorted.
"Then, in that case," she said, "I think I had better… make love to you."
I grimaced. "D'you have to say it like that?" I asked. "I don't talk like that."
"Maybe you should," she said. "And maybe I should fuck you."
My eyes met hers.
I nodded slowly and lay back, parting her legs as she moved over me and starting to panic, again.
"Hush," she said, trying to take my weight on knees and an elbow as she knelt over me and reached between us to position my cock at her entrance. "You liked my fingers inside you, didn't you?"
"My fingers, inside you," I corrected.
"But not tonight?" she asked, frowning slightly. "Ron, you came pretty spectacularly."
"Yeah," I admitted, opening her legs further as she settled lower between them, "but they were still my fingers."
"Oh, honestly," she said, shaking my head as my other head slid inside her.
"Fuck," I gasped, her eyes flying wide open as I stretched her. "I'm gonna snap!"
"No, you're not," she said, biting my lip as she tried not to thrust. "You could stretch to have a baby!"
"You're too big," I protested. "I'm too big, and not in a good way. Does it always feel like this?"
"Relax," Hermione begged, inching forwards. "You're horribly tense; it's going to hurt both of us."
"I think we agreed that that cock is made of steel," I said. "Little, moist me isn't going to snap it off."
"Ron," she said, panting as she held still, "do you want me to stop? I don't want to hurt you, but I promise it'll feel amazing if you just let me inside you."
I took a deep breath and closed her eyes and tried to go limp as she slid home, my balls nestling against her arse, my cock feeling like it was going to hit her in the back of the throat.
"OK?" she whispered.
"Hmmm," I said. "Really full."
"But so good," she said.
"Move," I said.
Hermione carefully pulled back and then jerked forwards, muttering under my breath when she didn't get the angle right and I winced.
"Not as easy as it looks, is it?" I whispered, looking up at me.
"I'm just not used to thrusting," she said, frowning as she tried again, with more success. "Ah, there. Better?"
"Better," I said, "but no fireworks."
She stopped and glared fiercely at herself. "Yes, because you made me come, our first time," she scoffed. "I seem to remember being a bit more patient with you."
"I'm patient," I protested. "I just expected more than… stretching."
"Well, angle your pelvis a bit," she said, starting to move again. "But I'm not waiting for you to come, because you already have, and it's my turn."
"Bastard," I pouted. "You men are all the same; such selfish lovers."
She stopped dead.
"I'm kidding," I said, reaching for my arse and pulling her closer. "I know it's your turn."
"You're impossible," she complained, huffing and leaning down to part her lips with my tongue as I wrapped her legs round my hips and tried to angle for a better angle.
My cock slid even deeper, and I ground hard against her clit on the down stroke and something sparked slightly. I held on tight, stroking my back as she thrust, opening her mouth for my probing tongue and sucking hungrily.
I really hadn't gone beyond slight sparking when she stopped kissing and groaned and buried my face in her neck, jerking erratically as she came, my cock throbbing strangely inside me.
"Wow," she croaked. "That was… focussed. My balls feel like they've exploded."
She slid free with a horrible squelch, my softening cock no longer stretching her painfully on the way out. She lay on my side and pulled me into my arms, kissing me sloppily.
"D'you need anything?" she asked, through a yawn, waving a clumsy hand.
"I'm fine," I said. "Go to sleep."
"Hmmm," she sighed happily, letting my eyes fall closed.
I was left strangely alert and I lay and watched myself sleep.
Hermione had assured me that it was a good thing, and that it meant the bloke didn't bugger off, straight after a shag, but I couldn't help feeling a little offended.
It wasn't long before my face began to blur, the ugly freckles and harsh lines settling into Hermione's beautiful, sleeping face, and I felt my own limbs stretching and hardening.
I wasn't sure I had any profound insight into a woman's sexuality, but I was pretty pleased with how far we'd mutually come since our first fumbled attempts.
It seemed that my shag'n'sleep hormones didn't transform and Hermione slept on, so I rested my head on her gorgeous breasts and closed my eyes.
Title: Intellectual Curiosity
Author:
shocfixPairing: Hermione/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 3869
Hermione brings her usual intellectual curiosity to bear on their sex life.
I wondered what people wanted me to write and
belladonna803 had rather a good idea… so, this is for you, my lovely – here they are, in all their Hermione/Ronness.Ta,
emmacmf, for untangling my more than usual pronounal confusion.Intellectual Curiosity
****
The words echoed through the room and Hermione's eyes opened wide and she shook her head frantically.
"When?" I asked tightly.
"Forget it, Ron," she said, moving closer and smiling in what I took to be a seductive way.
"Stop it," I said, scrambling away from her and standing beside the bed, trying to look menacing and impressive and only succeeding in looking like a bloke with a rapidly shrinking erection. "Stop trying to seduce me."
She knelt on our bed, naked, her hands folded in her lap, being utterly beautiful and perfect.
And unfaithful.
"When?" I repeated. "When did you touch Harry's cock?"
"You know I'd never…"
"You said it, Hermione," I interrupted.
"But I didn't mean it."
"Hermione," I said, folding my arms and glaring down at her. "Telling me mine is not the only cock you've touched is bad enough, but Harry?"
"It's just not true," she protested. "I never…"
"Hermione," I snapped, holding up a hand to silence her. "See this?"
I pointed at my cock and she looked at it seriously.
"Have you touched it?" I asked.
"Yes, Ron," she said patiently.
"And is it the only cock you have ever touched?"
She looked up at me and bit her lip adorably.
"Well, no," she said, "but…"
"And just when did you manage this slutty phase, without me noticing?" I demanded. "And Harry… he promised…"
"Ron," she said firmly. "I admit it was a stupid thing to do, but I was seventeen and it seemed unlikely that I'd get many chances to touch a naked man, and it wasn't important that it was Harry but I was… intrigued and I touched it and I'm sorry… but it really isn't anything to do with you and me."
"Seventeen?" I whined. "Not when I…when I… wasn't there."
"No," she breathed. "Ron, no."
"Then when?" I spat.
"When I was Polyjuiced," she said quietly.
I gaped at her.
"Say that again," I croaked.
"When I was Polyjuiced into Harry," she said. "While Kingsley was organising the Portkey."
"When you were Harry," I said slowly. "You… molested him."
"I didn't molest anyone," she protested. "But I had a penis… how could anyone expect me not to examine it? And no way was I the only one, Ron; don't tell me you didn't peek."
"I did no such thing," I gasped.
She blinked up at me.
"You had someone else's body, and you didn't… observe the… differences?" she asked, looking genuinely baffled.
"Hermione," I said, sagging and sitting beside her on the bed. "I really didn't. I've… seen Harry naked, you know. It's really not that interesting."
"But weren't you interested in how another penis feels?" she asked.
"Is this just research Hermione gone mad?" I asked weakly.
She tutted. "I suppose so," she said. "It was just too good an opportunity – and my only opportunity - to pass up."
"Well," I laughed, "at least you didn't access Bellatrix Lestrange."
Hermione bit her lip.
"Hermione?"
"That's why I don't believe you didn't take the opportunity for a comparison," she said seriously.
"Did you…" I couldn't even say the word. "You didn't."
"Did I what?" she demanded.
"Did you… wank Bellatrix?" I asked weakly.
"No," she said indignantly. "And I didn't wank Harry, either. I just examined her breasts, when I was getting dressed, like I examined his penis, because they were so different to mine, and I wondered about mine aging and softening... purely intellectual curiosity."
"Fuck," I croaked. "You're unbelievable."
She moved closer and put her hand on my arm. "I'm sorry you're… disgusted," she said. "You know I'd never touch anyone's… equipment, not now."
"Not even for purely intellectual curiosity?" I pouted. "Are one set of middle aged breasts a good enough sample? Any reason you can think of to Polyjuice into my mother?"
"No," she said slowly, "and that is really disturbing."
"Maybe you'd like to handle an erect cock?" I went on.
"Of course not," she snapped. "Honestly, Ron, how could you even suggest such a thing?"
"How could I suggest you try having an erection?" I spluttered. "Not only would I never even imagine such a thing, if it wasn't for your purely intellectual curiosity… but I can assure you you wouldn't know what to do with it."
"Oh no?" she said, raising a challenging eyebrow.
"Oh, no you don't," I said swiftly. "That was not a challenge, and I am not going to discuss this any further."
I turned away and stood and bent to pick up my pyjama bottoms.
"Unless," she said.
"No," I said, standing on one foot to step into them. "There is absolutely no 'unless'."
"Unless it was your cock," she said thoughtfully.
I fell over.
"What?" I croaked, from the floor.
"Well," she said, in a ridiculously reasonable tone of voice. "How could you get jealous if I had your erection?"
"Mine?" I whispered.
"I wouldn't want to handle anyone else's erection," she assured me, "but you know how fond I am of yours, and I like to think I know my way around it, and it would be rather interesting to be… responsible for it."
"You're always responsible for it," I said earnestly. "You have been since I was fourteen."
"Well," she said primly, flushing beautifully. "Thank you. I think."
I blinked up at her, trying to imagine her with my cock.
"So?" she prompted.
"So, you want to Polyjuice into me," I said slowly.
"Yes, I think I do," she said.
"And… touch yourself… myself… ourselves?"
"It really would be too good a chance to pass up," she said. "And, as I wouldn't be running for my life, for once, I could study the transformation properly."
"And would it be... queer of me, to watch?" I asked.
She snorted.
"In a totally non-judgemental and non-homophobic way," I protested. "But I wouldn't usually want to watch another bloke wanking, not if there wasn't a bet involved."
She blinked and shook her head to dismiss the image, apparently deciding not to enquire further into male gambling habits.
"I think I can safely say that watching your girlfriend giving you a hand job can not be thought of as even the tiniest bit gay," she said firmly.
"Excellent," I said.
"Especially if you've Polyjuiced into me," she added airily.
"Mmmmphhhrtsssll?" I demanded.
"Well, it's only fair, isn't it?" she asked.
"Frrrmm?"
"Well," she said reasonably. "If I'm to give it a full work out, then I really need a woman's body to make love to."
"You want to fuck me?" I breathed. "I'm… I'm not sure I like the idea of…"
"Your cock says otherwise," she interrupted.
We both looked down at my perky penis.
"Traitor," I muttered at it.
Hermione slithered off the bed and curled up, naked, in my lap.
"Please?" she pouted, leaning against me and squishing her breasts against my chest. "I think it'd be fascinating."
I looked down at her gorgeous breasts and thought about owning them, if only for an hour.
"Can I wank?" I asked, holding her close.
"Of course," she said. "I'm sure it can only be beneficial to see what feels good, from the other's point of view."
"Can I stick my fingers up my arse?" I asked.
She frowned and blinked up at me.
"My my arse or your my arse?" she asked.
"I don't know," I admitted, my hands at her waist, my thumbs brushing the underside of her, my, our magnificent breasts. "I've lost track."
"Well," she said, looping her arms around my neck, "let's just see how it goes, shall we?"
She ran her hand through my hair and then tugged, sharply.
"Ow," I protested.
She held up a few red hairs and then grasped a wisp of her own hair and pulled.
"Now?" I asked.
"Why not?" she said, clambering to her feet, pausing as my hands ran down the length of her fantastic legs and then clearing her throat as I stared at her groin.
"Why not, indeed," I agreed, watching her walk naked out of the room. "Where are you going?"
"I don't keep Polyjuice in the bedroom," her voice floated up the corridor.
"I didn't think you kept Polyjuice in the flat," I said, following her into the bathroom.
"Ah, well, you never know," she said vaguely.
She was standing on tip toe to get something down from on top of the wall cabinet and she doesn't like me assuming women can't open doors and… other things, equally to a man… so I didn't offer to get it for her, I just leant against the door frame and watched her stretching and reaching and pouring.
And I was gonna look that good.
What a brilliant idea.
She turned and handed me my vial and I looked at Essence of Hermione.
"This is a brilliant idea," I said.
She smiled broadly up at me.
"You're always big on boosting my self-confidence," I observed, "and now I'm finally gonna believe you when you tell me I'm gorgeous."
"Hmmm," she said. "Well, ditto."
"What a pair," I said.
She blushed and covered her breasts with her hand and I laughed and we drank.
I was a Polyjuice veteran, but I'd never had to shrink so far; my body felt like it was folding in on itself, the muscles in my arms and thighs withered, my cock was sucked terrifyingly into my body and hair boiled out of my head.
My head, my brain.
I was still me, so what happen to my bigger brain, inside Hermione's tiny skull?
I fell to my knees, shuddering.
"Fuck," I squeaked. "That was… oh my god, listen to my silly little squeaky voice."
"Thank you very much," Hermione boomed.
"Merlin, hush, you sound like Kingley," I whined.
Hermione snorted.
I looked up at her.
Me.
She had horrible, hairy thighs and ugly, scarred arms and shoulders and a limp cock and a gormless look on my face as she ran my hands over my body.
And I had the beginnings of a headache.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all.
I sighed and hung her head and spotted her boobs. I gasped and they… moved. Fantastic. I've always adored Hermione's boobs and, although she was very patient with me, I never felt I had enough alone time with them. They were perfect.
They move perfectly and feel brilliant and fill my hands perfectly.
"Wow," I croaked, reaching up to cup them and squeeze them.
They were too big.
Too big for her dainty little hands and I moaned and squeezed and thumbed the nipples. "They're brilliant," I breathed, lifting them and letting them drop and bounce.
"Well, there's a surprise," Hermione said.
I pinched the nipples hard and flinched. "Ouch," I complained.
"Hmmm," Hermione said. "Remember that."
"Really?" I asked, looking up at me.
"Sometimes," she said. "Not always; just be careful."
I started to protest, but she held out my hand and helped me to her feet.
"Nipples, right, check," I said, stepping closer to kiss me and holding her head at my kissing angle and ending up tucking her head under my chin and feeling my lips pressing a kiss into her hair.
I whimpered.
"Horizontal," she said firmly. "You have far too strong a muscle memory; we'll waste the whole hour if you try and learn to tip your head back to snog vertically."
"Bed," I agreed eagerly, following me back to our bedroom and, for the first time ever, not relishing the view of a naked Hermione from behind. Although she looked pretty toned and not quite as skinny as I used to, which actually made me strut rather cockily into the bedroom – or, rather, to attempt to, what with Hermione's short, non-strutting legs and her amazing bouncing breasts throwing me off balance.
Hermione lay down on the bed, looking what I assume was supposed to be seductive, and I made a mental note never, ever to try and look seductive in future, and she held out my hand.
"Um, so what d'we do?" I muttered, taking it and lying down beside myself.
Hermione narrowed my eyes and looked seriously at me.
Seeing myself thinking so hard looked really rather strange.
"Come here," she whispered, pulling me closer.
She pushed me back on the bed, looming over me to kiss me and this was refreshingly familiar, so I closed her eyes and let her. My slightly stubbly chin felt strange, and my lips and tongue were too big, but she still kissed like Hermione, and I sighed as she lapped at her parted lips.
"Good?" she murmured, my weight pressing me deep into the mattress.
"Hmmm," I said, wondering where to put her hands.
There is nothing I love more than exploring Hermione. When I have a naked Hermione on top of me, one of my hands will be at her breast and one pulling her knee up over my hip so I can cup her between the legs, but…
…but she came up on my hands and knees and loomed over me and I slipped her hand between my legs and I didn't feel mystery and wild wetness, I felt bollocks, and bollocks are only any good for tugging on while picturing Hermione naked, anyway.
She stopped kissing me and looked down into her confused face and I was left there, cupping my testicles and starting to panic.
"Stop," she said, rolling off me and stretching out beside herself.
"This isn't sexy," I whined, happily dropping my balls. "I want to touch you; if I wanted to touch my tackle I'd have a wank."
"Touch yourself," she said.
"Your myself?" I asked.
She reached for her hand and placed it on her belly, the tips of her fingers brushing her curls.
"My myself," she whispered.
I swallowed and moved her hand lower, her thighs falling automatically apart as I slid between them. I shivered as I felt fingers brushing hair follicles I was at the far end of, but her fingertips didn't slide through slick folds, they ground rapidly to a damp halt.
"Blimey," I whispered. "You haven't been this not turned on for years!"
"Hmmm," Hermione said, putting my hand over hers and spreading her folds with gentle fingers. "This does feel horribly familiar."
"Hey!" I protested
"But not recently," she comforted me, sucking on two long, freckled fingers before returning to her folds, running my fingertips slowly up either side of her clit and making me gasp as she touched every single nerve in my body in one instant, in one place.
"Hermione," I croaked. "That's fantastic."
"See?" she said, circling it slowly. "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Urp," I said, spreading her legs further.
"You try," she said, forestalling my protest of inadequacy by lowering my head and nuzzling her nipple.
This was really pushing my multi-tasking abilities, because stroking familiar unfamiliar places while she suckled on herself was pushing me close to sensory overload. Deciding to use her as a sexual metronome, I caught her rhythm and stroked in time with my lapping tongue.
She seemed to realise what I was doing pretty quickly and hummed into her breast, picking up her pace as I arched her back and adding my own fingers to the mix by slipping them inside me.
Inside me.
Fucking me.
Strong, manly fingers thrusting inside me, not a dainty fingertip up my arse at a strategic moment.
I swore colourfully in her tiny voice and she tutted gruffly.
I work hard when it's important and I like to think I'd got the hang of making Hermione come, but that was when I could focus on my fingers and her gasps and moans; trying to focus on my own gasps was harder than it sounded and I found myself whimpering and bucking Hermione's hips in frustration, trying to get her small, unusually clumsy fingers to hit the right spot.
As usual, she took pity on me and took over, pushing her hand aside and rubbing sparking, sparkling circles with my long, unusually elegant fingers until I found myself crying out and arching off the bed in utter delight.
"Fucking hell," I gasped, gaping up into my face. "That was spectacular. That was amazing. That was… can we do that again? Fuck, Hermione, don't stop, I want to do it again!"
"Good, isn't it?" she asked smugly, a superior smirk on my face.
"Very," I said firmly. "But I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by what my cock has to offer."
"Hmmm," she said, lying back and wrapping my fingers round my semi interested cock. "Although I'm not sure I'm ready for the loss of blood to the brain."
I propped myself up on her elbow and watched her wank.
Unfairly, she seemed to get the hang of it rather quicker than I had.
Quicker than I had, this evening, not than I had, a decade ago.
"This feels amazing from the inside," she gasped, biting my lip as I hardened. "I always think your skin is so soft, I'll hurt you, but I feel so strong from the inside."
"Yeah," I said encouragingly. "You won't hurt yourself like that; go faster."
"Goodness," she breathed, my eyes wide open as she speeded up, my purple knob flashing in and out of my fist.
"Wait," I said, reaching out her hand and stilling mine. "I thought you wanted to try… other stuff."
"Oh," she said, my chest heaving as she tried to get my breath under control. "I forgot."
"We don't have to do other stuff," I said generously, rubbing her thighs together.
"No," she said. "I want to, I just forgot that I couldn't climax now and then carry straight on."
She pouted and looked pityingly at me and I did not care for the look on my face.
"So," I said, "what next?"
She glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
"I think I realistically only have time for one orgasm," she said, squeezing the head of my cock. "And, while I really wish you would, if only to show you what a good job I do of it, I don't think you're ready to suck me off."
I squeaked, in a very ladylike manner, and eyed my cock, nervously.
"I don't think I can, Hermione," I said. "I mean, I know it's my cock, but it's…" I ran her tongue round her parted lips, "…huge."
She snorted.
"Then, in that case," she said, "I think I had better… make love to you."
I grimaced. "D'you have to say it like that?" I asked. "I don't talk like that."
"Maybe you should," she said. "And maybe I should fuck you."
My eyes met hers.
I nodded slowly and lay back, parting her legs as she moved over me and starting to panic, again.
"Hush," she said, trying to take my weight on knees and an elbow as she knelt over me and reached between us to position my cock at her entrance. "You liked my fingers inside you, didn't you?"
"My fingers, inside you," I corrected.
"But not tonight?" she asked, frowning slightly. "Ron, you came pretty spectacularly."
"Yeah," I admitted, opening her legs further as she settled lower between them, "but they were still my fingers."
"Oh, honestly," she said, shaking my head as my other head slid inside her.
"Fuck," I gasped, her eyes flying wide open as I stretched her. "I'm gonna snap!"
"No, you're not," she said, biting my lip as she tried not to thrust. "You could stretch to have a baby!"
"You're too big," I protested. "I'm too big, and not in a good way. Does it always feel like this?"
"Relax," Hermione begged, inching forwards. "You're horribly tense; it's going to hurt both of us."
"I think we agreed that that cock is made of steel," I said. "Little, moist me isn't going to snap it off."
"Ron," she said, panting as she held still, "do you want me to stop? I don't want to hurt you, but I promise it'll feel amazing if you just let me inside you."
I took a deep breath and closed her eyes and tried to go limp as she slid home, my balls nestling against her arse, my cock feeling like it was going to hit her in the back of the throat.
"OK?" she whispered.
"Hmmm," I said. "Really full."
"But so good," she said.
"Move," I said.
Hermione carefully pulled back and then jerked forwards, muttering under my breath when she didn't get the angle right and I winced.
"Not as easy as it looks, is it?" I whispered, looking up at me.
"I'm just not used to thrusting," she said, frowning as she tried again, with more success. "Ah, there. Better?"
"Better," I said, "but no fireworks."
She stopped and glared fiercely at herself. "Yes, because you made me come, our first time," she scoffed. "I seem to remember being a bit more patient with you."
"I'm patient," I protested. "I just expected more than… stretching."
"Well, angle your pelvis a bit," she said, starting to move again. "But I'm not waiting for you to come, because you already have, and it's my turn."
"Bastard," I pouted. "You men are all the same; such selfish lovers."
She stopped dead.
"I'm kidding," I said, reaching for my arse and pulling her closer. "I know it's your turn."
"You're impossible," she complained, huffing and leaning down to part her lips with my tongue as I wrapped her legs round my hips and tried to angle for a better angle.
My cock slid even deeper, and I ground hard against her clit on the down stroke and something sparked slightly. I held on tight, stroking my back as she thrust, opening her mouth for my probing tongue and sucking hungrily.
I really hadn't gone beyond slight sparking when she stopped kissing and groaned and buried my face in her neck, jerking erratically as she came, my cock throbbing strangely inside me.
"Wow," she croaked. "That was… focussed. My balls feel like they've exploded."
She slid free with a horrible squelch, my softening cock no longer stretching her painfully on the way out. She lay on my side and pulled me into my arms, kissing me sloppily.
"D'you need anything?" she asked, through a yawn, waving a clumsy hand.
"I'm fine," I said. "Go to sleep."
"Hmmm," she sighed happily, letting my eyes fall closed.
I was left strangely alert and I lay and watched myself sleep.
Hermione had assured me that it was a good thing, and that it meant the bloke didn't bugger off, straight after a shag, but I couldn't help feeling a little offended.
It wasn't long before my face began to blur, the ugly freckles and harsh lines settling into Hermione's beautiful, sleeping face, and I felt my own limbs stretching and hardening.
I wasn't sure I had any profound insight into a woman's sexuality, but I was pretty pleased with how far we'd mutually come since our first fumbled attempts.
It seemed that my shag'n'sleep hormones didn't transform and Hermione slept on, so I rested my head on her gorgeous breasts and closed my eyes.