Erotic fanfic: Happy Birthday, Hermione! by phantompopcorn

I have some sexy Harry Potter fanfic for today. This very hot erotic story was written by phantompopcorn and has been reposted from Livejournal.com.

Happy Birthday, Hemione!

To Hannah’s credit, Hermione had never seen the Leaky Cauldron look so wonderfully inviting before. She (under Ron’s strict instructions, she was assured) had the entire place decked out in Gryffindor colours with large banners that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HERMIONE!

The Leaky had been filled with most of Hermione’s nearest and dearest and she had to admit that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She normally didn’t stand for out of control parties, but when Ron had insisted on throwing her the party, she couldn’t say no.

At this particular point on time, she was sitting at the bar, happy to watch the happy mingling of her friends and family and the night unfold. Hermione wasn’t the sort to indulge in gratuitous drinking but the same could not be said for Ron Weasley.

She snuck a look at her wonderful boyfriend and couldn’t help but glare at him. Normally she didn’t mind his casual drinking, but being in the same room as his friends and his brothers made exacerbated all his terrible drinking qualities.

“You’re a fucking tosser, mate!” he bellowed, directing his ire at George, who was shaking his head and struggling to hold onto his goblet of Firewhiskey. George didn’t have a chance to reply because Harry then began loudly supporting Ron’s initial assessment and the whole table erupted into laughter.

“You know it is your party.”

Hermione turned and smiled softly at Ginny as she sat on the stool next to her. “And I’m enjoying it.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, only looking at the table of rowdy boys down the back. “My brothers are wankers.”

Instead of scolding her friend, Hermione simply sipped on the glass of white wine she had been nursing for the past fifteen minutes and looked back at the table. “Your boyfriend is being a bit of a wanker too, I’m afraid.”

Ginny only grinned. “You’re a bunch of wankers!” she called out, much to the enjoyment of the boys. As most of them continued to roar, Hermione finally caught Ron’s eye. He grinned at her and from the wild look in his eyes and the redness of his cheeks, Hermione knew he had moved past tipsy long ago.

He winked at her and Hermione could only raise her glass up at him in reply.

Suddenly, she was feeling very hot. Drinking in any amount didn’t usually agree with Hermione, but being her own birthday, she had probably had a little too much than necessary. She craved a splash of water on her face. “I’m just popping into the loo!”

Ginny waved her off and Hermione took the last of her drink to her lips. The boys table roared to life as Hermione grabbed her satchel. She would be lying of she said she wasn’t annoyed but they were entitled to a good time, just like everyone else at her party.

As she made her way to the bathroom, she looked on at Molly and Arthur talking quietly with her parents. She gave them a quick wave, as if to apologise for the rambunctious Weasley clan and hurried to the lavatory, sweat starting to pool at the nape of her neck, under her barely tamed mane of hair.

Hannah had recently renovated the bathroom and Hermione found herself grateful. She placed her bag on the counter and examined herself in the mirror. She normally wouldn’t even spare a second thought but she was the birthday girl after all.

She had made an effort to look her best and had used an absurd amount of Sleek-Ezy, which was failing to do its required work. Her dress was nothing out of the ordinary for her, but she blushed thinking of the racy bra and knickers she had popped on out of sight of Ron before they left.

And then she remembered that her boyfriend was currently engaged in a barbaric drinking ritual with his brothers and a scowl returned to her face. She looked into the mirror again and wondered if wetting a hand towel would help soothe her.

Before she could act, the door swung open.

“There’s the birthday girl!”

Hermione turned to the source of the loud noise and stared in horror. “Ron!”

He mostly looked steady on his feet but Hermione knew he was trying extremely hard not to appear totally intoxicated. She knew him well. “Ladies lavatory Ron, you need to get out.”

He feigned shock and made a show of staring at the sign on the door for longer than necessary. “Blimey! How’d I end up in here?”

She figured the best response was ignoring him. “I’m sure you have better things to do than skulk around the bathroom, Ron.”

At that, Ron looked mortified. “Better things to do? It’s your party, Hermione! Don’t you have better things to do than hiding in the bloody bathroom all night?”

Now she was starting to feel cross. The wine in her system certainly didn’t help matters. “I’m allowed to go to the bathroom, Ron! That’s what twenty-one year old ladies are more than capable of deciding for themselves, thank you!”

His mouth opened to reply but another thought must have crossed his mind, because instead, he just grinned.

“You’re bloody gorgeous when you get all annoyed at me.”

“Then I must be very appealing to you on a constant basis then!” Hermione replied, the barb not exactly coming out the way she intended.

Ron began moving forward, the fire in his eyes she had noticed earlier, returning in full force. “You are very appealing to me, Ms Granger,” he said in a low voice. “And you are by far, the fucking sexiest twenty-one year old I’ve ever seen.”

Before she could even think about scolding him, he had cleared the distance between them and had threaded his hands through her hair and his lips were on hers. Kissing Ron was exquisite enough, but with the wedge sandals she had forced herself into for the evening, the height difference was marginally better.

She could taste the alcohol on him but as his strong hands wrapped around her, she remembered every wonderful thing about the man she was choosing to spend her life with. He pulled away from her for a moment and after a small breathy moan escaped her, he was pushing her against the wall.

She was well aware that any one of her many guests could walk in and see her but the feeling of Ron’s hand slowly creeping up her thigh directed her thoughts to more pressing matters.

He moved away from her lips and Hermione could already feel the effects of his scratchy stubble. His absence from her didn’t last long, as he nudged her hair away with his face, diving in to suck at her neck.

It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions but Hermione didn’t mind the hand dryer pushing at her back because Ron’s hand was dangerously close to her now-aching warmth.

He didn’t wait long and Hermione arched back as a finger toyed with her knickers. “Move them,” she hissed into his ear and that was all the encouragement he needed. Two fingers moved in and expertly curled into her.

She shuddered and tore herself away from his mouth. She was wearing far too many clothes. She began to move her dress until Ron slipped his hands in and tore the whole thing off. He took in her bright red lacy ensemble and she felt powerful under his gaze.

“Wrapped in a red ribbon, just the way I like it.”

“And it’s not even your birthday.” He grinned back at her and and pressed onto her mouth again, returning his two fingers and adding a thumb to circle her in the most exquisite way.

Ron loved doing this and Hermione certainly had no complaints about it right now. Pulling away again made Hermione whimper as she began to grind against the pressure of Ron’s hand against her.

She was getting close and her whole world nearly shattered when Ron’s ministrations stopped. “What?”

His reply was to guide her to the sink and Hermione’s eyes grew wide with realisation, as he positions her bum against the edge. “It’s time to open my present,” Ron said confidently and moved her leg to balance on top of his arm as he crouched down.

There was no further talking as Ron’s fingers tore through the thin material of her knickers. He threw them to the floor, very pleased with himself and tongue resumed the expert job his fingers had been doing previously.

He began at the bottom and Hermione stifled a cry as his tongue glided over her slit. He went slowly and Hermione thought that she was going to explode. Finally, he reached her clit and with a firm tap of his tongue, Hermione was just about shaking.

Taking this as a good sign, Ron began in earnest. Colours danced behind Hermione’s eyelids as her legs began to shake in preparation for the onslaught of pleasure that was surely coming.

Ron alternated between licking and sucking and with the appearance of Hermione’s favourite two fingers inside her again, the pressure began mounting. One hand propped her up and she found the only other place worthy of her other one, was buried deep in Ron’s hair.

“Fuck, Ron,” Hermione moaned, unable to help herself as she pulled harder on the ginger hair wound around her fingertips. She couldn’t see his face, but she could imagine the grin.

It took only a minute and then the wonderful pressure inside of her reached its apex. She called out again, not caring that she was on display on the ruddy Leaky Cauldron bathroom sink and her legs shook as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Finally, when she was satiated she gently removed her now-aching leg from Ron’s shoulder. Ron moved from his crouching position and stretched out his long limbs as Hermione hopped down on unstable legs.

“Merlin, Ron,” Hermione said quietly, grabbing her discarded dress from the other side of the bathroom.

He grinned and even with his own lack of coordination helped her pull the dress over her head.

She blushed furiously as she avoided the mirror, not wanting to see the effect of their wonderful bathroom tryst. “I have to go out there without any underwear on!”

“Reckon it’s an improvement,” Ron replied, smoothing down his own hair. “Makes it easier for me to fuck you on the kitchen table when we get home later.” He looked around and finally came across the red scrap of material, pocketing them. “Might as well have a trophy.”

Before she could protest, his hands were back in hair and he was kissing her. Instead of being hurried and frantic, it was deep and tender.

“Happy birthday, Hermione.”

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