Fic: Never Again
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alisanneTitle: Never Again
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger (but not for long), Severus Snape/Hermione Granger.
Summary: Hermione educates Ron.
Word Count: ~575
Warnings: Het.
A/N: Written forshiv5468 as a result of this conversation. Yes, my muse is weird.
Beta:sevfan, and thanks to leela_cat for the assistance.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Never Again
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Ron was panting, his breath hot against Hermione’s cheek as he thrust inside her. “Such a beautiful slut,” he groaned, speeding up. “My slut. My sweet, hot whore.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t use that word,” she said, her hand fisting the sheets from irritation. “Despite what you think, it’s not sexy.”
Ron slowly slightly and peered down at her. “You don’t like dirty talk?” he asked plaintively.
She sighed. Why did he always have to remind her of a wounded puppy? “Not really,” she said.
“But why not?” he asked, slowing to a stop. “You have pet names for me.”
“I occasionally call you ‘Ronald’,” Hermione said, teeth gritted. “That’s the extent of my name calling. And why did you stop moving?”
“Well, this isn’t very sexy, is it?” Ron whinged, moving away. “Here I am going at it and suddenly you have to break the mood to tell me you hate dirty talk! Puts me right off. Little Ronnie isn’t interested any more.”
“Puts you off?” Hermione snarled. Sitting up, she began poking him in the chest. “Try having to listen to someone call you a whore every night for months because he thinks it’s funny. Do you know what that word even means?”
“I was just kidding--”
“The first TEN times could be kidding, but the next hundred aren’t!” Hermione was screaming now, but somehow she couldn’t stop. “Let me explain in small words so you get it. A whore is prostitute; that is, someone who sleeps with people in exchange for payment. Do I do that?”
Ron mumbled something and Hermione narrowed her eyes. “What was that?”
“Not that I know of,” Ron said, sullen.
“Let me clear it up for you, then, since there seems to be a question,” Hermione said coldly. “No, I do not.”
“I know that.” Ron was looking anywhere but at her.
“Then why do you call me that while we’re having sex?”
“God, Hermione, it’s just a bit of roleplay.” Ron moved to the side of the bed. “I guess I won’t be doing it again.”
Hermione blinked, then slowly smiled as Ron stomped out of the room. “No,” she said softly. “You won’t.”
~
Hermione held her head high as she was escorted into the Ministry Ball. She smiled as she and her companion were announced to the assembled guests.
“Severus Snape, Order of Merlin, First Class, and Hermione Granger, Order of Merlin, First Class, Head Auror.”
They sailed in, and Hermione heard the buzzing start up immediately. Her new diamonds had clearly been noticed.
As she’d expected, Ron approached while Severus was off getting refreshments. “You did well for yourself,” he said, sidling up to her. “Looks as if you decided to make what I used to call you the truth.”
Hermione had expected this. Yawning dramatically, she looked down her nose at him before saying in a bored tone, “I see you’ve learned nothing since I left you. This does explain why you’re still living at home and had no one to bring to such an august occasion except your mother.”
As Ron gaped, Hermione smiled, and, turning her back, swept over to where Severus was holding court with Minister Shacklebolt, Harry and Draco.
“Everything all right?” Severus asked, sotto voce, as she walked up, placing a protective arm around her.
Hermione smiled. “Everything’s perfect.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger (but not for long), Severus Snape/Hermione Granger.
Summary: Hermione educates Ron.
Word Count: ~575
Warnings: Het.
A/N: Written for
shiv5468 as a result of this conversation. Yes, my muse is weird. Beta:
sevfan, and thanks to leela_cat for the assistance.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Never Again
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Ron was panting, his breath hot against Hermione’s cheek as he thrust inside her. “Such a beautiful slut,” he groaned, speeding up. “My slut. My sweet, hot whore.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t use that word,” she said, her hand fisting the sheets from irritation. “Despite what you think, it’s not sexy.”
Ron slowly slightly and peered down at her. “You don’t like dirty talk?” he asked plaintively.
She sighed. Why did he always have to remind her of a wounded puppy? “Not really,” she said.
“But why not?” he asked, slowing to a stop. “You have pet names for me.”
“I occasionally call you ‘Ronald’,” Hermione said, teeth gritted. “That’s the extent of my name calling. And why did you stop moving?”
“Well, this isn’t very sexy, is it?” Ron whinged, moving away. “Here I am going at it and suddenly you have to break the mood to tell me you hate dirty talk! Puts me right off. Little Ronnie isn’t interested any more.”
“Puts you off?” Hermione snarled. Sitting up, she began poking him in the chest. “Try having to listen to someone call you a whore every night for months because he thinks it’s funny. Do you know what that word even means?”
“I was just kidding--”
“The first TEN times could be kidding, but the next hundred aren’t!” Hermione was screaming now, but somehow she couldn’t stop. “Let me explain in small words so you get it. A whore is prostitute; that is, someone who sleeps with people in exchange for payment. Do I do that?”
Ron mumbled something and Hermione narrowed her eyes. “What was that?”
“Not that I know of,” Ron said, sullen.
“Let me clear it up for you, then, since there seems to be a question,” Hermione said coldly. “No, I do not.”
“I know that.” Ron was looking anywhere but at her.
“Then why do you call me that while we’re having sex?”
“God, Hermione, it’s just a bit of roleplay.” Ron moved to the side of the bed. “I guess I won’t be doing it again.”
Hermione blinked, then slowly smiled as Ron stomped out of the room. “No,” she said softly. “You won’t.”
~
Hermione held her head high as she was escorted into the Ministry Ball. She smiled as she and her companion were announced to the assembled guests.
“Severus Snape, Order of Merlin, First Class, and Hermione Granger, Order of Merlin, First Class, Head Auror.”
They sailed in, and Hermione heard the buzzing start up immediately. Her new diamonds had clearly been noticed.
As she’d expected, Ron approached while Severus was off getting refreshments. “You did well for yourself,” he said, sidling up to her. “Looks as if you decided to make what I used to call you the truth.”
Hermione had expected this. Yawning dramatically, she looked down her nose at him before saying in a bored tone, “I see you’ve learned nothing since I left you. This does explain why you’re still living at home and had no one to bring to such an august occasion except your mother.”
As Ron gaped, Hermione smiled, and, turning her back, swept over to where Severus was holding court with Minister Shacklebolt, Harry and Draco.
“Everything all right?” Severus asked, sotto voce, as she walked up, placing a protective arm around her.
Hermione smiled. “Everything’s perfect.”
~
