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Research Excitement - for ms_beeblebrox - Ron/Hermione – NC-17
Title : Research Excitement
For : ms_beeblebrox
Pairing : Ron/Hermione
Prompt : UST and Library
Words : 1004
Rating : NC-17


So, we are finally together.

And it came from me, and everything; I asked her to dance at the wedding, and she took pity on me and we went for a walk, instead.

And we had a fantastic snog and a Talk.

And we promised never to do anything stupid, to make each other jealous, ever again.

And I know she's not trying to make me jealous; she'd roll her eyes and tut at me if she knew.

But just look at how she's looking at him.

We're sitting in the Family History Library, researching the old orphanage that Tom Riddle grew up in.

I know how much she loves libraries, and I suppose she looked this happy when Madam Pince brought her a special document.

But this librarian bloke is young and good looking, and he has brought her a whole box full of documents, and he is flirting with her.

Harry kicks me, under the table. "She's not flirting back," he whispers, closing another book on local history and adding it to the pile in front of him.

"She's not telling him to fuck off, either," I mutter, glaring at the bastard.

"Can you really see her telling anyone to fuck off?" Harry asks conversationally.

I grunt and flick through the book Hermione had given me.

I could take the flirting idiot. I think.

If she was looking grumpy, or frazzled. Or just bored.

But she is vibrating and glowing with research energy, and she looks fantastic, and I think I am about to go over there, throw her over my shoulder, and go and have my wicked way with her, deep in the stacks.

Except that she would kill me.

I adjust my trousers, as my poor cock has perked up, eager to have a look at research excitement Hermione.

This is not a new problem; it first got all dewy-eyed over research excitement Hermione in about fourth year.

Of course, then I was beyond mortified, and sure she would kill me, if she ever found out.

Now.

OK, I admit I have never mentioned it to her, but I think she'd be flattered.

Maybe I should tell her.

Yes.

As soon as pretty boy goes and deals with the rest of his customers, for fuck's sake, I will go and flatter my girlfriend.

He has finally returned to his desk, and I stand up.

"I really don't think you should," Harry says mildly, not looking up from his book.

"Should what?" I ask.

"Whatever it is you think is a good idea."

"Very clever," I pout. "But she's my girlfriend, I think I know her better than you."

"Wanna bet?" he says, looking up and grinning.

"What?"

"Oh, I don't mean," he gestures vaguely, "physically, you git. But she talks to me about girly stuff, I'm the little sister she never had."

"Oh, fuck off, Harry," I mutter, adjusting my trousers and crossing the room to where Hermione is buried in a blizzard of musty documents.

"Hey," I say drawing up a chair and sitting beside her.

"Hmmm," she hums.

"D'you know you're gorgeous?" I ask.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you know you're gorgeous?"

"What?" She turns and frowns at me. "Oh, Ron, we're supposed to be researching."

"I know," I say. "I can't think of anything sexier."

"Than research?" she says, raising a sceptical eyebrow.

"Than research excitement Hermione," I explain.

"Don't be ridiculous," she scoffs.

"I'm serious," I protest. "You vibrate with excitement."

"I do not."

"You do," I say firmly. "It's driven me mad for ever."

"Since when?" she asks wide eyed.

"Since helping Harry, Second Task, definitely," I say. "If not helping Hagrid with Buckbeak."

"Oh my God," she whispers. "You're serious."

"Deadly," I say, taking her hand from her lap, transferring it to mine and pressing it against the bulge in my trousers.

"Ron," she says. "Not here!"

But she doesn't remove her hand.

"Where better than here?" I ask.

"What?"

"Haven't you always wanted to do it in a library?" I ask.

She blushed.

"So, where better than a library that we'll never have to show our faces in again?"

She laughs, all low and sexy, and I thrust against her fingers.

"Oh, God," she whispers, cupping her hand over me and stroking up and down my length.

"Yes," I hiss. "Oh, Hermione!"

"Is this enough?" she says, as I part my thighs further and her fingers slip between them and roll my balls gently against me.

"F-four years' dreams coming true," I stammer.

"Coming true for me," she whispers.

"Coming for you," I moan. "Fuck, Hermione, coming for you."

And she actually blushes as I hold her hand hard against me and bite my lip hard enough to draw blood as I climax.

Struggling to catch my breath, I blink twice and try and focus on her.

"Hermione," I whisper. "Brilliant. So good."

She smiles widely and her cheeks are still flushed and I desperately want to touch her.

"Not here," she moans as I lean closer and slip my fingers under her skirt. "I mean it, Ron."

"But…"

"But nothing," she says firmly. "There is no way I can just breathe hard and come silently."

I picture her arching beneath me and babbling instructions and endearments.

"Probably not," I agree. "But later?"

"The second we get home," she says. "I swear!"

"How d'we get rid of Harry?" I say, smirking.

"You tell him you have to ravish your girlfriend!" she giggles.

"I love you," I moan.

"I love you, too. Now, let me finish this box of records, and we can go."

I kiss her cheek and stand up, adjusting my clammy underwear, and return to my seat beside Harry.

He watches me sitting down carefully and smiles at my discomfort.

"Cheer up," he says. "No one ever died from blue balls."

"What?"

"I told you she wouldn't…"

He trails off as he sees my grin.

"…she didn't!" he insists. "You never left your seat. How…"

"Magic," I say. "Good thing my girlfriend's a witch."