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lightofdayeTitle: Hermes' First Flight
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger (Genderswapped), mentioned Harry/Ginny (also genderswapped), mentioned past Ron/Lavender (still genderswapped)
Word Count: ~1,000
Content: Rule 63/Genderswap, PWP, First time, vaginal sex, glad to be alive sex/sex as solace, post battle of hogwarts, minor angst, fluff.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Hermes and Ronnie's first time.
A/n: I had this in my head for ages so I had to write it. I'm sure I stole calling male!Hermione Hermes from some fic I read years and years ago and don't have the first clue how to find to credit. Not written for anything other than wanted my GYWO tracker to stay at 35%
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Hermes Granger bit his lip and stared down at the witch in his bed. Veronica Weasley was looking back up at him, her blue eyes were wide and nervous.
Their liaison so far had been one of intense emotion and passion. They were alone in Hermes' 7th Year boy's dormitory room. They'd charged in locked together at the lips, tearing at each other's clothes, mindless, engrossed with each other to forget all the other events of the day. Hermes tried not to think about it but Harriet Potter and Veronica's brother Gene were likely doing the exact same thing one room over.
Now they'd separated just for a moment and stopped to catch their breath and Hermes, perhaps predictably, was over-thinking it.
"Should we be doing this?" He said, softly.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Veronica said. Then her ears went red.
"I know, so have I." Hermes said, "But now…"
"I don't want to think," Veronica said. "Not about this, or anything. Can't we just do it?"
Her eyes raked Hermes up and down and Veronica grinned at him. Hermes' body was lean from months of camping on short rations and his erection stood out proudly from curly brown pubic hair. Hermes had measured it and knew he was above average in length and girth. Veronica grinned more broadly, apparently not intimidated in the slightest.
Veronica was a tall woman with a tangle of flaming red hair. She had pale skin, dotted with adorable freckles, full perky breasts and long limbs, she would have been described as willowy if Hermes didn't fondly remember her as rather gangly from the day they'd first met.
She was irresistible and as such Hermes' answer was to join her on the bed. He lay alongside her and kissed her deeply, Veronica moaned and whimpering between soft kisses. Hermes cupped her breast and heard her gasp, her squeezed it a few times, measure and gauging the response.
"Hermes, please I'm ready," Veronica gasped.
Hermes hesitated. He couldn't just stick it in. There was an order to these things. Mentally scanning his list, he skipped a few things. He slid his hand down between Veronica's legs and touched her nethers. They were wet to the touch, Hermes inserted a finger into her, her pussy, his heated brain picked an appropriate term. Veronica's wet cunt clung to his finger. He pushed it in and out of her.
"Oh Ronnie," Hermes breathed, his voice fascinated, "you weren't kidding were you?"
"No, I bloody well wasn't!" Ronnie whimpered. Then... "Oh my."
This last was occasioned by Hermes rolling on top of her. Veronica's limbs were splayed wildly in all directions. Her legs spread wide. Hermes pressed his cock to her entrance. Veronica's pussy spread widely around him, as Hermes pushed forward.
"Oh," whimpered Ronnie.
"Oh," echoed Hermes.
He pushed forward, tentatively but encountered no resistance beyond her sheer tightness. He'd read about the hymen and a brief spike of unworthy jealously before he remembered a hymen could as easily be broken by years of broomstick flying as by a penis. He didn't think Leander Brown had been here first.
He pushed forward deeper.
"Oh Ronnie. This is…" He moaned."This is amazing."
"You're so big," Ronnie gasped.
Hermes could help but feel a flush of pride.
"Nah, you're just so tight," he said. "Almost there." He continued, lying and pushing deeper. "There you've got it deeper."
Then he pushed the final couple of inches into Ronnie and heard her cry out so sweetly.
"Bloody hell!" Ronnie said breathlessly, impaled to the hilt on Hermes' cock.
As shocked and awed as Ronnie sounded that was nothing to how Hermes felt, with his entire length, buried in tight wet heat that twitched and clenched at random all over him. He moaned and his face was pinpricked with heat as sweat beaded on it.
He was going to last no time at all like this. Hermes closed his eyes and started to count and thrust.
one-two-three, breathe. He thought to himself. That was the key, he'd read: think about something else. one-two-three, breathe. Each number was a thrust in to Ronnie's depths. one-two-three, breathe.
It was very difficult to keep his mind elsewhere, with Ronnie wriggling and squealing with each trio of thrusts he gave her.
"Hermes, hermes," She wailed. "please look at me."
Hermes' eyes snapped open and met Ronnie's blue gaze. It became twice, three times, four times as hard to resist coming straight away.
"I'm sorry. I just… I won't last if..."
"I know, it's okay but I need you here more than I need to last a long time." Ronnie said. "because I love you."
Hermes moaned wordlessly and started again, thrusting slowly into Ronnie and enjoying to awestruck look on her face as he did so.
Her limbs were still spread wide, her legs to give him access and her arms were over her head and to her side, each hand with a white-knuckled hard grip on the bedspread.
"Ronnie, sweetie," Hermes gasped. "Why don't you put those around me?"#
Ronnie looked away for a moment, incongruous shy looking considering what they were doing. Then her hands wrapped around him, clinging him tight and holding him closer.
"Oh that's it sweetie," Hermes cooed. "Hold on to me, my love, show me how much you want this."
With Ronnie clinging to him, Hermes sped up and went faster and faster, even as Ronnie clutched him tighter and tighter.
"Oh bloody hell, I'm going to. Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Ronnie buried her face against Hermes shoulder and he felt her clench repeatedly, her hands digging into his back sharply in time with her convulsions. Hermes flattered himself he even felt wetness splash his groin and then he was buried in her again and spilling himself into her completely mindlessly.
Hermes hadn't planned this, hadn't thought about it beforehand, hadn't even asked about protection but it didn't matter, nothing mattered except collapsing into the bed with Ronnie and holding her tight.
For the first time in his life, Hermes talked nonsense as he held her and soothed her off to sleep.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger (Genderswapped), mentioned Harry/Ginny (also genderswapped), mentioned past Ron/Lavender (still genderswapped)
Word Count: ~1,000
Content: Rule 63/Genderswap, PWP, First time, vaginal sex, glad to be alive sex/sex as solace, post battle of hogwarts, minor angst, fluff.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Hermes and Ronnie's first time.
A/n: I had this in my head for ages so I had to write it. I'm sure I stole calling male!Hermione Hermes from some fic I read years and years ago and don't have the first clue how to find to credit. Not written for anything other than wanted my GYWO tracker to stay at 35%
- - -
Hermes Granger bit his lip and stared down at the witch in his bed. Veronica Weasley was looking back up at him, her blue eyes were wide and nervous.
Their liaison so far had been one of intense emotion and passion. They were alone in Hermes' 7th Year boy's dormitory room. They'd charged in locked together at the lips, tearing at each other's clothes, mindless, engrossed with each other to forget all the other events of the day. Hermes tried not to think about it but Harriet Potter and Veronica's brother Gene were likely doing the exact same thing one room over.
Now they'd separated just for a moment and stopped to catch their breath and Hermes, perhaps predictably, was over-thinking it.
"Should we be doing this?" He said, softly.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Veronica said. Then her ears went red.
"I know, so have I." Hermes said, "But now…"
"I don't want to think," Veronica said. "Not about this, or anything. Can't we just do it?"
Her eyes raked Hermes up and down and Veronica grinned at him. Hermes' body was lean from months of camping on short rations and his erection stood out proudly from curly brown pubic hair. Hermes had measured it and knew he was above average in length and girth. Veronica grinned more broadly, apparently not intimidated in the slightest.
Veronica was a tall woman with a tangle of flaming red hair. She had pale skin, dotted with adorable freckles, full perky breasts and long limbs, she would have been described as willowy if Hermes didn't fondly remember her as rather gangly from the day they'd first met.
She was irresistible and as such Hermes' answer was to join her on the bed. He lay alongside her and kissed her deeply, Veronica moaned and whimpering between soft kisses. Hermes cupped her breast and heard her gasp, her squeezed it a few times, measure and gauging the response.
"Hermes, please I'm ready," Veronica gasped.
Hermes hesitated. He couldn't just stick it in. There was an order to these things. Mentally scanning his list, he skipped a few things. He slid his hand down between Veronica's legs and touched her nethers. They were wet to the touch, Hermes inserted a finger into her, her pussy, his heated brain picked an appropriate term. Veronica's wet cunt clung to his finger. He pushed it in and out of her.
"Oh Ronnie," Hermes breathed, his voice fascinated, "you weren't kidding were you?"
"No, I bloody well wasn't!" Ronnie whimpered. Then... "Oh my."
This last was occasioned by Hermes rolling on top of her. Veronica's limbs were splayed wildly in all directions. Her legs spread wide. Hermes pressed his cock to her entrance. Veronica's pussy spread widely around him, as Hermes pushed forward.
"Oh," whimpered Ronnie.
"Oh," echoed Hermes.
He pushed forward, tentatively but encountered no resistance beyond her sheer tightness. He'd read about the hymen and a brief spike of unworthy jealously before he remembered a hymen could as easily be broken by years of broomstick flying as by a penis. He didn't think Leander Brown had been here first.
He pushed forward deeper.
"Oh Ronnie. This is…" He moaned."This is amazing."
"You're so big," Ronnie gasped.
Hermes could help but feel a flush of pride.
"Nah, you're just so tight," he said. "Almost there." He continued, lying and pushing deeper. "There you've got it deeper."
Then he pushed the final couple of inches into Ronnie and heard her cry out so sweetly.
"Bloody hell!" Ronnie said breathlessly, impaled to the hilt on Hermes' cock.
As shocked and awed as Ronnie sounded that was nothing to how Hermes felt, with his entire length, buried in tight wet heat that twitched and clenched at random all over him. He moaned and his face was pinpricked with heat as sweat beaded on it.
He was going to last no time at all like this. Hermes closed his eyes and started to count and thrust.
one-two-three, breathe. He thought to himself. That was the key, he'd read: think about something else. one-two-three, breathe. Each number was a thrust in to Ronnie's depths. one-two-three, breathe.
It was very difficult to keep his mind elsewhere, with Ronnie wriggling and squealing with each trio of thrusts he gave her.
"Hermes, hermes," She wailed. "please look at me."
Hermes' eyes snapped open and met Ronnie's blue gaze. It became twice, three times, four times as hard to resist coming straight away.
"I'm sorry. I just… I won't last if..."
"I know, it's okay but I need you here more than I need to last a long time." Ronnie said. "because I love you."
Hermes moaned wordlessly and started again, thrusting slowly into Ronnie and enjoying to awestruck look on her face as he did so.
Her limbs were still spread wide, her legs to give him access and her arms were over her head and to her side, each hand with a white-knuckled hard grip on the bedspread.
"Ronnie, sweetie," Hermes gasped. "Why don't you put those around me?"#
Ronnie looked away for a moment, incongruous shy looking considering what they were doing. Then her hands wrapped around him, clinging him tight and holding him closer.
"Oh that's it sweetie," Hermes cooed. "Hold on to me, my love, show me how much you want this."
With Ronnie clinging to him, Hermes sped up and went faster and faster, even as Ronnie clutched him tighter and tighter.
"Oh bloody hell, I'm going to. Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Ronnie buried her face against Hermes shoulder and he felt her clench repeatedly, her hands digging into his back sharply in time with her convulsions. Hermes flattered himself he even felt wetness splash his groin and then he was buried in her again and spilling himself into her completely mindlessly.
Hermes hadn't planned this, hadn't thought about it beforehand, hadn't even asked about protection but it didn't matter, nothing mattered except collapsing into the bed with Ronnie and holding her tight.
For the first time in his life, Hermes talked nonsense as he held her and soothed her off to sleep.
