T R A I N E D T O S I N | dramione

Three

Hermione muttered the commons password, stepping back as the portrait swung open. She had been gone for at least an hour and just hoped that Ron, and the others for that matter, wouldn't ask questions. The room was more quiet than before but students were still scattered around, glass in hand and the music still played faintly in the background.

To her surprise, there were still half full bottles of liquor in the corner of the room and Hermione grinned as she ran to the table to pick one up. She searched the room with her eyes for Ron and as he smiled in her direction, Hermione downed what must have been half a bottle of gin. She would regret that in the morning.

"Hermione, I thought you'd never come back!" Ron chuckled and reached for the bottle in her hand, drinking the last few drops.
"Sorry I got distracted." She offered a smile, "but I'm here now. Where's Harry and Ginny?" They weren't in the common room and Hermione didn't really need an answer to realise they were most likely snogging somewhere.
"What do you think?" Ron was being sarcastic and as she laughed, she felt the alcohol reach her head.

She smirked, reaching for Ron's hand and turning to walk towards the stairs. He obediently followed, the alcohol he had been consuming all night meddling with his senses. As they approached her dorm, Ron stopped. "What about Ginny?"

"She's never in, always with Harry. Besides, what do you think is going on here, Ronald?" She was joking of course but Hermione did enjoy the sight of her boyfriend flushed.

Closing the door, she quickly kicked off her shoes and pushed Ron to the wall. She pressed her body against his and pressed her lips to his. His hand slid down her back and they pulled away. Already breathless, the pair looked at each other.

"Do you want to-"
"Yes."
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Ron groaned sleepily from the bed beyond the door. They had only ever had sex a few times but Hermione had never finished and at this point she was starting to believe such thing was a myth.

The longing between her legs, screamed for attention and she crossed them. Ron wouldn't even touch her there, he never had. She assumed it was because she had never asked. Ron definitely couldn't handle that type of conversation.

The morning light filtered through the stained glass window of Hermione's dorm. She groaned, reaching for her temples to massage them - an attempt to relieve her headache. Her bed still felt sticky from the night before.

A small breeze tickled the back of her neck and it wasn't long 'till she realised Ron was breathing heavily behind her, deep in sleep. Hermione scrunched her nose while squeezing her eyes shut and sighed.

She tapped him lightly on his shoulder, "Ron." Her boyfriend groaned and stirred before returning to his still state. She shook him harder. "Ron, you must leave, Ginny will be back soon." She sighed looking around the room at their discarded clothes splayed across the floor. "And I can't imagine your sister would appreciate this as the first thing she sees when she returns." Ron remained still.

"Ronald!"

The boy jumped up straight, facing Hermione and eyes wide with alarm. "Were you listening to me?"
Ron opened his mouth to speak but looked down instead. Hermione sighed, grabbing his clothes from the floor and chucking them in his direction. "Ginny will be back soon." The witch looked at Ron and then the door, before heading towards the bathroom. She assumed Ron had gotten the idea and hoped that when she returned, he wouldn't be waiting.

The warm water slid down Hermione's body, caressing her every curve. Her head fell back and she smoothed the stray hairs back with her hands. The only time her hair was ever straight, was when it was wet. It never lasted but it was beautiful while it did. It tickled the small of her back, growing longer due to the extra weight. She combed her hands through it gently, admiring its length and beauty. Her hair had been with her through it all and she'd never even consider cutting it.