Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

obes he was going to wear that afternoon. He quickly entered the bathroom and opened the sliding
door to the stall to find Hermione, her body wet with the running water, her wavy hair frizzing out a bit
in the heat and humidity of the enclosed space, with a large smile on her face.
Ron stepped into the shower and couldn't help but smile himself, he couldn't think of a more beautiful
sight. He got in and was immediately assaulted by the soothing jets of warm water as they streamed
down his back.
Hermione looked back at him and let a small frown crease her face. "You're blocking the water," she
said, a small smile playing at her lips.
Ron bent down a little and kissed those lips. They were soft, and they parted easily to allow his tongue
to enter her mouth. He felt her tongue enter his mouth also and for the next two minuets the two lovers
explored each other's mouths, passion driving there blood pressure up. During the kiss Ron moved the
two of them so that they were each standing with one flank to the water.
The two of them broke apart sputtering, "Wow," said Hermione, "that was the best kiss we've ever
had." And it was true, the kiss had been long and passionate, and Ron was now absolutely sure that this
was the girl he was supposed to marry.
He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close, he felt her breasts press against his body, he also
felt his hard-on pressing against her leg, and decided to deal with that later. He smiled down at her and
she smiled back at him, "Hermione, I love you," he said, giving her a quick kiss on the nose. "There is
nobody I'd rather be with," another kiss, this time on the forehead, "and I know I don't deserve you."
"Ron," she said, her voice becoming firm as she put her head on his wet chest, "you more than deserve
me, we're together, and I don't ever want to hear you say anything like that again." There were now
tears coming from her eyes and, despite the fact that they were in the shower and her face was wet, Ron
noticed.
He turned her head back to him and wiped each eye, taking the salty tears with him. "Hermione, I
know, but it's true, I don't know how I ever got you, you're out of my league."
"I seem to remember something about a troll, a club and a bathroom," said Hermione with a smile. The
two of them had started swaying slightly, almost as if they were dancing to the silent music of their
love.
Ron bent his head down and kissed her again, this time grabbing her ass and lifting her up into the air a
bit, then sliding his hard dick inside her. He felt a shudder go through her as he started to fuck her tight
pussy. He slid his cock in and out of her, going slowly at first, but each thrust got faster and harder,
shoving him deeper inside her.
She had stopped kissing him, and was moaning with the pleasure of having him inside her. Hermione
wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her, not wanting to slip down the wall. The two of them
soon got into a rhythm and soon they were both on the edge of orgasm.
Ron felt Hermione tense up just before she came, he gave her one final, hard thrust, sending her over
the edge of oblivion. She screamed as an orgasm wracked her body, her pussy clenching itself tighter
around his cock. This was more than he could handle, he started to shoot his jizz into her, causing her
to orgasm with renewed strength.
A few minuets later they had both sunk to the floor of the shower stall, both of them panting, trying to
catch their breath. Hermione was the first to speak.
"Ron, that was absolutely amazing," she said as water streamed over her body.
Ron just nodded, not sure he could trust himself to talk. The two of them just sat there for a few more