Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This story may NOT be published on sites other than ASSTR without the author's explicit permission; payment will be required for commercial use. Set in the period covered in <i>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</i>, HP7 as it might be written for adults. This is a novel in progress - it is inspired by the Harry Potter universe, which is copyright Ms. J K Rowling. My stories are at /~Swingingpuss I also hang out at http://www.swingingpuss.com Usual Legal disclaimers apply --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Fellowship of the Wand (MF,cons,nosex?) Nights were the worst for Ron. He could hear Hermione breathe in her sleeping bag. He shivered in the cold and wished he could lie with her. Harry lay at the far end of the tent as if he wanted to give the duo a wide berth. Ron knew that Harry expected them to have sex despite being on the mission to look for the Horcruxes. He knew his friend's mind but not his girlfriend's. Her gentle snores drew his attention as they had been doing so for over a week. She was curled up in a corner like a tight little ball that needed to be unfurled and made to gasp as she blossomed. 'Blossomed, blimey me' that's a terrible word he smirked to himself. He was a coward who never demanded the truth from either his friend or girlfriend. Harry had taken them on a goose chase around the countryside and Hermione bestow more than a peck. Her only concern was for Harry and not the harm that this expedition was doing to their fragile relationship. Harry and she beckoned him like a dog and he came running. Feeling his nine inch long 'wand', Ron stroked it with familiarity. As it thickened in his hand he visualized a naked Hermione. There was no Harry, no Voldemort, no Weasleys to accost him, just him and his beautiful girlfriend. He imagined sucking her perky red nubs though she had never shown them to him, he imagined grabbing her silken white butt and thrusting deep within her moist warmth. He sucked his breath in as he came- the hot liquid spurted out and hit the inner lining of the sleeping bag. It was going to get sticky, he thought sleepily as he dozed off to sleep. Hermione lay on her side, awake. Ron had been masturbating; she knew it and felt offended. Was offended the right thing to feel? Was he thinking of her or that Patil's whorish whats her name friend? Her insecurities leapt up and she found herself worrying whether she was about to lose Ron. Everyone had been doing everyone at Hogwarts except for Hermione and Ron. Even Harry got to do Cho though Harry being a perfect gentleman didn't spill the beans. She had heard so from Cho's own mouth as she fought with Ginny the 'muggle' way- pulling each other's hair and ripping clothes. Hermione had broken the fight, Ginny had left with tears in her eyes and Cho looked smug as she played the memory of torrid sex between Harry and her for Hermione to see. It had been an embarrassing image- watching Harry's naked butt pumping up and down in Cho's inviting cleft and yet she had felt a warm moistness gather in her sex and slowly wet her bloomers. She had been shocked by her aroused state and remembering the erotic imagery she felt her body tremble with desire. She wanted to have sex and remembering Cho's memory did her no good. For once her fingers didn't feel good enough, nor did that magical penis that consorted and pumped within her vagina satisfy her anymore that she had bought from eMagbay. She wanted a hard lean body to fuck her. Her breath trembled as she stared at the false starry ceiling of the tent. Ron had gone to sleep. Could she dare wake him up? She remembered the kiss he had forced on her just hours before. Harry had as usual gone off on his usual midnight walks leaving them alone. She had begun to worry about Harry and the mess they were in but Ron had grabbed her and kissed her hard. He had thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and played with her tongue. His hands had aroused her body. They had roughly mauled her breasts, he had grabbed her butt and ground his groin against hers. Her senses had reeled. She wanted him so. She moaned and writhed. Her hands were wrapped tightly around his waist. She kissed him back hungrily, she was just seconds away from tearing away his clothes, seconds away from asking him to fuck her senseless when she heard a twig snap. She had pushed Ron way and grabbed her wand and stared at the surroundings. They had no business acting like normal school going lovers, Christ! they had death eaters after them. But it was only Harry, a very embarrassed Harry who apologized and backed away. He had been holding a fish. Hermione sighed and rubbed her clit harder. Tears poured from eyes as she came, Why? Oh, why could she not have what other girls took for granted? Why was there such a thick wall between Ron and Her, why could they not have a normal relationship? She knew the answer- it was because of Harry and the scar he bore on his forehead.