Okay, guys, you know the drill. This chapter contains some *cough* mature *cough* content (in case you couldn't tell). I would probably rate this a high T because I know teenagers can deal with a lot these days… but this might also qualify as an M. However, I have read T fanfictions that were worse than this so I think it's okay.

All the same, if you don't want to read it, you don't have to :) (But I mean it's pretty good so you probably should).

Day 30: Doing Something Hot

I hate him so much…

Hermione tried her best to ignore Ron as she took another spoonful of mashed potatoes. "So, how is Romania, Charlie?" she asked. It was quite a rare experience to have him here eating dinner with the rest of the family, though Hermione was having trouble concentrating as Ron's left hand was very gradually working its way under her skirt.

"Quite lovely," Charlie answered, looking thrilled. "We've gotten a new Hungarian Horntail – nasty little bugger. Already tried to take off one of my fingers, nearly got away with it too! Reckon he'll be interesting to try an' train. Anyway, enough about me, how 'bout you? Heard you and Gin are in your final year?"

"You heard correctly," Hermione said, suddenly shutting her mouth. Ron was hallway up her inner thigh, his nails scratching her in what she would consider quite an erotic manner. "Why don't you tell him, Ginny?" she asked shrilly, afraid of the noises that may escape her if things continued the way they were going.

"Er, alright," said Ginny, looking both delighted and confused. "Well, we've got our N.E.W.T.'s coming up here in the next few months so we've been focusing a lot on-"

Hermione stopped listening to Ginny as she felt Ron cup her over her knickers. Inhaling sharply, she picked up the nearest silverware and stabbed her fork into her potatoes, taking a large bite. His fingers stroked over her center and Hermione cursed him as she felt a glowing in her womb, a few sparks erupting from where he was touching her.

Why am I not stopping him? Hermione wondered as she brought the fork to her mouth again, accidentally biting it as Ron pushed against her. Sure, we haven't so much as snogged since Christmas, but that was only four months ago! There'll be plenty of time for fooling around later, in private, where we wouldn't have to be quiet or discreet… where the risk isn't as high…

But, as barmy as it was, Hermione almost thought the idea appealing; it was a challenge. Sure, a risky, kinky challenge, but a challenge nonetheless. She could tell Ron off and let them both lose or let him continue and, hopefully, win. All I have to do is be quiet and act normal, she figured. I can do that.

Ron's index finger tentatively pushed the edge of her knickers and prepared to push beneath them, but paused. Hermione glanced up at him to see he was watching her, a mischievous grin on his face and wicked gleam in his eyes. He raised his eyebrow at her in question and, in response, she shifted so she was sitting with her legs wider apart.

Her heartbeat accelerated as he pushed beneath the flimsy fabric, his first finger coming in contact with her swollen sex. Hermione bit her lip and fisted the table cloth with her left hand. While it felt brilliant, it wasn't just the feeling, but almost more of the thought of what he was about to do that made Hermione want to moan out loud. Everything seemed intensified now that there were risks, and Hermione felt weird admitting how much more brilliant it was because of that.

One, then two fingers joined the first one. His middle finger was directly over her entrance and, without warning, he slowly sunk down into her. Behind her internal scream of frustration, she hear Ron's breath shake and couldn't help but smile. Seems like I'm not the only one having trouble.

He pushed as far into her as he could and stroked back down along her wall, flicking over her sensitive clit before steadily working his way to two fingers. Hermione, realizing she was tense, forced herself to relax. She put her shoulders back and, with great concentration, let go of the now wrinkled table cloth. Her toes remained curled beneath the table, but she figured no one would bother noticing that.

Ron continued, slowly enough as to make sure no one would catch what they were doing. Hermione abandoned her potatoes to stare at the ceiling, not feeling comfortable looking anywhere else with her current state. Once or twice she attempted to catch the conversation but was distracted as Ron altered his pattern, curling and uncurling his index and middle fingers inside her as his thumb pressed against her nerve. Hermione let out a nearly inaudible whimper and closed her thighs slightly, trying to push him deeper into her.

Another few minutes of this must have passed before they were interrupted. "Let me take your plates, dears," Molly offered, leaning over them to take their dirty dinner plates. Hermione – eyes wide with panic, nearly cried out as Ron took the opportunity to thrust his fingers into her with the speed and power she was longing for. Thank Merlin for the long table cloth… otherwise it'd be clear what we're doing.

Ron shifted his arm to get a better angle with his hand. If Hermione hadn't been so turned on she might have noticed how awkward his arm looked but, seeing as she was hitting the peak of her arousal, she couldn't have cared less. He had three fingers inside her, the palm of his hand pushing against her clit as his fingers rhythmically pumped in and out of her and a cautious speed. Cheeks flushed and sweating, Hermione leaned forward and put her head in her arms, issuing a low growl instead of a cry of pleasure.

The glow in her womb had grown to a steady throb, pulsing against Ron's fingers. She knew that from here the game would only be harder. From past experience, she'd learned her body's signs – little tell-tale things that usually happened as she started getting closer to her climax, and the odds weren't looking in her favor.

"Who's ready for pudding?"

Ron slowed down a bit as the pudding was served. Hermione only stared apprehensively at the savory chocolate dessert, worried that she would bend the spoon in a vice, orgasm-induced grip, or moan as soon as she opened her mouth. The tension was becoming thicker and she could feel her entire body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

"Hermione, aren't you going to eat?" Percy asked.

"O–of course," Hermione practically gasped, her eyes widening in panic. Ron's middle finger was now focusing on her clit, running small circles over and around it. Waves of pleasure were emanating from it and she knew she wouldn't last much longer at this rate.

Thinking about every movement she made, Hermione picked up her spoon (holding it only as tight as she dare), took a bite of pudding, and brought it to her mouth. She scratched the spoon with her teeth; Ron had thrust into her. He's planning this, Hermione thought with a slight edge of panic. He's picking up now. I – I can't orgasm. Not like this, it's too risky! Someone will notice, if they haven't already!

"Excuse me," she said, a breathless squeak (it could've been worse, she figured). "I need – I need to use the loo. Would – would you please excuse me?"

Molly nodded her permission, smiling kindly. "Go ahead."

Hermione smiled back at Molly and pushed Ron's hand away from her, almost regretting the loss of his touch. Standing unsteadily, she wobbled out of the kitchen and used the arm of the couch for support. She could feel the electrical current running through her, the pulse in her center begging for the sweet release. Not now, she tried to tell herself. We have to wait now.

"Hermione?"

Hermione turned. Ron was walking out from the kitchen, looking slightly worried. "Hey, I'm sorry about that… I just… it was so easy and I was bored and I thought it'd be interesting and-"

She cut him off, grabbing handfuls of his hair as she kissed him passionately. "Shut up," she whispered, "and finish what you started."

Ron's eyes glowed. Breaking away, he checked behind him to listen to the calm conversation of his family. "Okay," he said. "But we have to be quick about it."

Hermione felt a twinge of excitement; that was a challenge she would be much more likely to complete successfully.

"Good, now hurry up!"

She impatiently pulled him down to the couch, opening her legs to let him between them. She connected their lips again, no longer worried about getting caught but only about the relief she so desperately needed.

Ron's hands pushed up past her skirt and squeezed her bare arse, causing her to jump and moan his name. "Shh," he reminded her, masking the noises she was now making with his mouth. "They're right there… hear us anytime…"

"Hurry, Ron," she begged, hitching her legs over his waist and pulling his hard form down on top of her. Through their layers of clothing she could feel him pressed against her upper thigh. He adjusted himself so he was at her entrance and her heart fell down between her legs, pulsing rapidly against him. "I'm already so close…"

"Oh fuck. Bloody fucking hell..."

Hermione whined. His right hand released its hold on her bum and, after checking that they were once again alone, Ron slid it beneath her knickers. Hermione jerked, her body burning for contact. He slid his middle and index finger into her easily, curling and pumping them against her wall as he worked gently on her clit.

It wasn't long before Hermione was meeting each thrust from his long fingers. A tingling sensation was growing in her chest, swelling to overwhelming power as it began spreading down her arms and body, all the way to her toes. "O-oh R-R-Ron," she said shakily. She no longer had control of her body. "Oh my God, R-Ron, don't stop. W-Whatever you do, don't stop, oh my…"

Hermione's face froze as her orgasm came crashing over her, the tingling all over her body intensified by the now steady pounding of Ron's fingers moving inside her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was struggling to be quiet; what would have been screams were reduced to hoarse, high-pitched whimpers.

When the power of the orgasm finally began to subside, Hermione realized there was a wet bite-mark on Ron's shoulder. She couldn't bring herself to care, however, as she collapsed against the couch, Ron kissing her face gently. He was panting and red-faced, his eyes cloudy. "Bloody hell, that was brilliant."

"You're telling me," Hermione laughed weakly. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I didn't recall hands getting the job that well done."

Ron shrugged, grinning crookedly. "It's been a few months. I suppose anything's good at this point."

Hermione nodded and settled against the arm of the couch, choosing not to speak, but instead watch him contently. The orgasm had taken its toll on her and she was feeling more relaxed and comfortable than she had in months. As such, she didn't want to move, or talk, or even blink, for that matter. Everything was perfect as it was; why spoil it?

"Ron, is Hermione okay?"

Ron and Hermione both looked toward the kitchen. "She's fine, Mum!" Ron called. "Just took her a minute. I'm going up to use it now – need to wash my hands, I'd reckon," he added under his breath.

Hermione nodded, laughing quietly.

"Well, tell her to hurry back in here! She needs to finish her dessert!"

"Thank you," Hermione murmured, kissing Ron once as he sat up. "I'm afraid I'll have to make it up to you later, though…"

"You don't owe me anything," Ron said as he stretched his arms. "It was quite interesting, and educational, actually."

Hermione rolled her eyes good-humoredly. "Go wash yourself off," she said, standing up on shaky legs and pulling her skirt down. "I'll be in the kitchen waiting for you."

Ron nodded and Hermione went back to the kitchen, attempting to tame her wild hair as she did so. "Sorry for the wait," she apologized as she joined them again. "Business to attend to… anyway, can you pass the chocolate pudding? I think Ron and I will do with second helpings."

I DID IT. I FINISHED THE CHALLENGE. GOOD FRICKIN LORD ALMIGHT Y YESSSSSSSS! OH HOT DAMN I DID IT YES I DIDN'T FAIL BECAUSE HELL YEAH I'M A BAMF

Wait… if I don't have this challenge then what am I going to do every night between 9 PM and 1 AM?

Anyway, I know at least one of you liked the A-Z idea and I do agree that weekends would be best (time to think of a prompt and write it y'know) Now, here is where you guys come in: I WANT TO HEAR YOUR OPINIONS. What do you want me to write about? Yes, I know, what makes me happy, but I also want to make you all happy, so in this next challenge what do you all want? More fluff? More smut? A fairly good equalization of each? Let me know and I'll be more than pleased to do it! (Besides, I reckon I'll want something to do to get away from that horrid school xP)

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Well, guys… I guess this is it for now. I will think about starting the next challenge and I hope to see you soon! Until the next story!