I'm A Slave For You-Chp49

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Ron groaned as he cleaned up the mess he made in potions class. Everybody has gone and he was all alone in the lab, mopping up the failed potion that spilled all over the floor and clearing up the rest of the lab of its equipment and ingredients, and he had to do it without using magic as per ordered by ours truly Severus Snape the Potions Master.

The redhead sighed. This was just one of those days where everything went wrong. First he slipped and fell a flight of stairs on his way to class and needed Hermione to use the levitation spell to break his fall. Then during Transfiguration class, instead of turning an apple into a yarn ball like they were supposed to, he turned it into 6-headed garden snake, sending everyone (especially the girls) running helter-skelter out of class for fear of being bitten. During group study for History of Magic, Draco accidentally dropped a pile of books on him because he couldn't hold back his morning sickness, which was also another insult to injury as the blonde puked all over his back. After that, during lunch, he accidentally choked on a chicken bone, which caused quite a panic, but later was helped by a Ravenclaw Muggle-born using the Heimlich maneuver to get it out. Later he was hit by a random Bludgeon during Quidditch practice when one of the Beaters hit it towards the wrong direction. The blow caused him to have temporary amnesia in which he couldn't remember the password to get into the Gryffindor House to get his book that he left behind for Divination class, among other things. The last straw was Potions Class in which he blew up his cauldron when they were supposed to learn how to make Skele-Grow potion, resulting the redhead's current predicament.

"Taking your sweet time, aren't you?"

Ron spun round, thinking it was Prof. Snape, but instead it was his chocolate brown-haired fiancée. Hermione had been wondering why Ron had not showed up at the Great Hall since it was already past dinner time. Sure that he was still in the lab, she went down to find him, and as she expected, he was still there, rubbing the rag on the tables with a vengeance, still cleaning up the mess. Ron scowled and rolled his eyes at Hermione's dour expression.

"Don't even start, Mione. I still got other crud to clean up, and it's not easy without using magic. This is just not my day today, Mione. Someone must've jinxed me. I'm suspecting someone from Slytherin. They've been giving us the stink-eye ever since we were all hunky-dory pals with Malfoy…"

"Less talk, more action, Ron," Hermione reminded Ron to carry on his work because he stopped halfway to rant. Watching Ron grumble and continue wiping the tables, she sighed, "I must admit, you really are having quite a streak of bad luck. Maybe it's just one of those days, Ron. It'll get better tomorrow. How's your head?"

"Still throbbing a little, no thanks to the Bludgeon, but otherwise, I'll live."

"Need any help?" Hermione offered.

"What I need is probably a dose of that Felix-something-something to offset my bad streak," Ron groaned, "but if you would help me clean up, I'd appreciate it very much. I am so starved for dinner right now I can eat a roast turkey whole."

"I've saved some food for you in your dorm. And it's called Felix Felicis, Ron. Honestly, you never pay attention to class, do you?"

"Like I said, Mione, please don't start. You gonna help me or not?"

"If I help, will you…" Hermione stopped short as she blushed, seemingly embarrassed to ask for whatever she had in mind, even though it wasn't exactly their first time.

"Will I what? I don't have all day, you know," Ron raised a brow, curious as to why Hermione was sporting that colour on her cheeks.

"Will you…take me?"

Ron widened his eyes in shock. He knew exactly what she was asking for, especially when it was emphasized by her crimson cheeks.

"B-But…But I thought we agreed to…you know…do it once we're officially married??"

"Yeah, well, that is what we said last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, still you managed to get into my pants by other means," Hermione replied, looking away sheepishly, her face defiant as if she still wanted to keep whatever pride she had left after spouting out such embarrassing request.

"Well…" Ron scratched his chin nervously. "I can't help it if all the stress goes down to my balls…but I gotta keep my promise. It's not like the dildo didn't work wonders."

It was true that they had been experimenting with sex toys during their time as engaged couples. Ron and Hermione had promised each other, once their feelings for each other was realized, that they would not engage in sexual intercourse and keep themselves pure till their first night as a wedded couple (mostly just to please their parents and keep their minds at ease from 'unfortunate accidents'). But it did not mean that they could not try other ways to satisfy their growing lust for each other. Out of curiosity, The Old Married Couple had went down to the red districts of Hogsmeade to check out what truly went down there and, against their better judgment, they bought themselves a couple of dildos and vibrators. Once in a while, when they felt like their hormones were threatening to burst, they would use the toys to satisfy each other. They bungled a little at first, but soon got the hang of it, but they only did that once in a blue moon because they were still in school grounds.

"It is not the same as the real thing, plus it's not like you have never done it before," Hermione frowned and blushed at the same time. "Lavender still brags."

"I…well…Well, y-yeah…but…" Ron stuttered as he remembered the time when he accidentally strayed away from their promised holy matrimony. He had screwed Lavender Brown, a fellow Gryffindor, when he got drunk on punch at Christmas party when they were in their 5th year. It was no secret that even though people knew them as The Old Married Couple and that they were engaged to each other, there were still pursuers who wanted to try their luck in getting them, and Lavender Brown was one of those ambitious ones. Hermione had her share of admirers, Viktor Krum and students from other houses included, but no one was more determined than Lavender in breaking off the engagement and having Ron for her own. Ron often called her The Squid because she clung onto him like one whenever they meet, regardless if they were at the presence of Hermione or not, and was always trying to steal a kiss from the redhead, in which Ron would practically beat her off with a stick, or to be more exact, with his wand. Finally, at 5th year when they were celebrating Christmas, Lavender had somehow discovered Ron's lack of tolerance for alcohol and dared him to drink as much as he could. Ron, who hated backing out of dares, fell for it and the rest was history. It took quite long a while (with silent treatments and cold shoulders and hundreds and hundreds of desperate apologies from a very remorseful Ron in between) for Hermione to forgive him, but Lavender was not one to give up pursuing Ron and would taunt and jeer at Hermione, using their one night stand as salt to rub on old wounds.

"What, was she better than me? Not being a virgin and all," Hermione said icily, knowing very well how Lavender had been sleeping around before becoming obsessed with her redhead fiancé.

"No, of course not! I don't even remember doing her!" Ron replied hurriedly. "I was dead drunk! I said I was sorry…I know I should've been the perfect fiancée and all…"

"Then do me. If you want to prove to me that you're the perfect fiancée and that you want me to entirely forgive you, you must show me what it is like. Make me feel that I am not some naïve little girl who don't even know about the birds and the bees."

"This is not some sort of contest, Mione. It's your virginity we're talking about here, not about who got the best rod in them and all."

"Very nice try of putting it, Ron, but I'm not entirely virgin, remember, thanks to the dildos?" Hermione grumbled sarcastically, putting her hands on her hips. "And it's not about me winning over Lavender. It's just…well…maybe a little of that, but the point is…I want to feel your love. We're in 6th year now, and aside from all the silly little toys we used on each other, we've never really truly felt each other. Never really understood each other being as one. We're going to get married once we've graduated from Hogwarts anyway, and I don't want our first night to be a blundering one. Besides, I know you want it as much as I do. Don't think I don't know about you masturbating alone in the middle of the night in your dorm, especially when you don't have the decency to cast a Silencing Charm around your bed sometimes. Some people are light sleepers, you know. They told me you whisper my name whenever you pleasure yourself. You're just as desperate as I am."
Ron blushed crimson at the thought of people hearing him pumping himself and breathing his fiancée's name over and over again in the dead of the night. He made a mental note to remember to always cast the Silencing Charm the next time he felt like playing out his wet dreams.

"So, will you take me or not? This room won't clean itself, you know. You need all the help you can get."

"A…Are you sure about this?" Ron asked, still hesitant. "I sure as hell don't know how to whip up a birth control potion, and I don't want end up knocking you up like Draco did on himself…"

"Whipping up a birth control potion would take forever, and we can't exactly go down to Hogsmeade to get one," Hermione said as she dug her pockets. "I know exactly what to do. I've been saving this like forever. It's crude but 99.9 percent effective."

So saying, she held up a Muggle condom for her fiancé to see. Ron, who was born and bred a wizard, had never seen a Muggle condom before. He eyed at it curiously.

"Wassat?"

"A Muggle condom. Works just as well as birth control potions. Basically you slip it on your penis and it would act like a barrier to prevent semen from getting through."

"Ah well, OK," Ron got the idea. "But you said 99.9 percent. What about the one percent?"

"There is a slight risk that it might break, but really, Ron, is anything 100 percent safe these days?"

"I guess not," Ron sighed and shrugged. Since Hermione had gone through all that trouble getting it, she probably was desperate. He'd been holding back for quite a long time anyway and it was about time he got it over and done with before he might actually attack his poor fiancée one of these days. He reached over to hold Hermione by the hips and asked solemnly, "Last chance. Are you sure?"

"Yes I am. I have read all about it and I know what I'm up against. I mean, I used a toy, for goodness sake! How sure can I be?" Hermione scowled, seemingly firm about this.

"OK," Ron grinned all of a sudden. "You asked for it."

So saying, he threw away whatever he was doing, brandished his wand and made all of Hermione's clothes slipped off her body with a flick and a spell, revealing her baby blues. It all happened so fast that Hermione wasn't prepared to counter it.

"HEY! A little warning next time! What if someone comes in?!" Hermione shouted, covering herself as best as she could. She would have been fine with just lifting her shirt, but this was way over the top.

"You asked for it, so you're gonna get it. 'Sides, no one's gonna come here. It's after school hours."

With that, Ron carried Hermione onto one of the desks, pushing everything away in one swipe. Quickly, he attacked one of Hermione's breasts with his hungry mouth. Hermione arched her back at the feeling of Ron's wet and warm tongue over her nipples, breathing out Ron's name. Ron chuckled inwardly as he pinched and rubbed her other nipple and massaged the breast at the same time with his free hand while still sucking on the former, making erotic noises, flicking the nipple with his tongue occasionally. The feeling sent jolts of pleasure through the girl's spine and traveled down to her nether regions, making her moan despite herself. She could feel herself starting to get wet and she really wanted Ron to touch her down there. Reaching out with a trembling hand, she squeezed Ron's hand that massaged her breast and breathed.

"Ron, please…"

Ron got the drift and let go of her breast to massage her clit the way he learnt to do so well when they were still in the 'toy-playing' stage. Hermione moaned her approval, grabbing hold of the table so as to not fall over. Wanting to hear more of his fiancée's voice, the redhead massaged a little more vigorously, occasionally rubbing against the inner folds of her pussy while sucking her nipples in turns. Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair, feeling the pressure within her building, threatening to burst.

"S…Stop…Stop, I'm gonna come…"

"Come for me," Ron whispered at her ear. "Give me all of your juice."

"N…No…I'm…gonna…I'm gonna…I'm coming…!!"

Hermione let out a strangled yell as her back arched to an impossible angle, her body twitched and spasm-ed as she had her first orgasm of the moment. Ron had his free hand on the girl's hip, holding her in place so that she wouldn't slide off the desk as he felt her juices staining his hand. Once Hermione eased down from her tremors, Ron took his hand away and licked his fingers.

"Mm, tasty," Ron commented.

"Please…In…In me…" Hermione begged, pulling Ron close.

"My fingers in?" Ron teased as he thrust his fingers into her pussy and started finger-fucking her. "Or me?"

"Yes, both, I don't know," Hermione muttered incoherently as she bit her finger, her moans getting louder at the pleasurable assault.

"You have to be clear with me, or I'm only gonna do this to you," Ron grinned mischievously, determined to make her say it out loud.

"I'm trying," Hermione whined, feeling herself flushed from head to toe. "This is my first time to go this far with a guy, so I don't exactly know what to really say…"

"Tell me clearly: Do you want my cock or you'd rather settle for my fingers?"

"I…I want your penis…" Hermione replied, still stubborn about saying things in a proper, clinical way.

"Then my cock it is," Ron chuckled as he magicked his clothes away and got ready to go in with his man meat. He was about to put it in when Hermione stopped him.

"The condom…" Hermione breathed, pointing at the floor where she dropped it.

"Oh, right," Ron lit up, remembering the most crucial thing. He picked up the condom and, with the help of his fiancée, put it on. It felt odd for him to have some sort of weird glove-like material on him, but if it was going to keep him from knocking his fiancée up before her time, it shouldn't matter to him too much. He repositioned himself at her pussy and teased the folds with it.

"Ready?"

"Yes," Hermione replied, holding onto his shoulders. "One hard thrust should do it."

With that, Ron lubricated his covered cock with her juice and entered with one thrust. Hermione bit her lip against the sudden pain, although it was not as bad as she thought it would be. The dildo had already broken her hymen the first time they experimented with it, so she didn't have to worry about getting blood all over the place, but she was still surprised at this new sensation. Ron held still to let them both adjust and leaned down to kiss Hermione fully on the lips.

"You are much bigger than the toy," Hermione commented after kissing her fiancé long and hard.

"Heh, thanks. You're tighter than I thought," Ron chuckled. "I'm gonna move now."

"Yes, please."

Ron started thrusting in a steady rhythm, making the girl moan again in ecstasy at the feeling of his rod going in and out of her, rubbing her inner walls. Unbeknownst to them, Harry was on his way to Severus' office to hand the Potions Master some files Albus assigned him to and just so happen to walk past the lab. He could hear muffled voices and thought someone was in trouble, but when he peeked in, he blushed a huge red as he saw his best friends getting down and dirty on the potions lab desk. Hermione was cussing and demanding her fiancé to thrust harder, which was very surprising to both Ron and Harry because she never cursed. Not once. Ron, surprised at Hermione's boldness, was instantly turned on and did as she requested. As he thrust harder, Hermione started thrust back against him. She grabbed one of her breasts and squashed it, playing with it while Ron leaned down to suck the other, keeping his rhythm. Against his better judgment, Harry continued watching, his little boyhood unexpectedly coming to life.

Meanwhile, Severus, realizing that the redhead had not showed up for dinner, came down to check on him when he saw Harry outside the lab peeking in. Sneaking up on him quietly (a move he mastered back in his school years to keep himself from being noticed by the Marauders), he looked inside to see Ron and Hermione having sex in his potions lab. He would take point away from them later. He had to deal with Harry first.

"Voyeurism is not a good habit to form, pet," Severus whispered into Harry's ear, taking the boy by surprise as he saw the shocked boy almost dropping the files he was carrying.

"S-S-Severus…!" Harry stuttered in a low tone, trying not to be heard.

"Yes, Harry?" Severus looked to see a tent in Harry's pants. Grinning, he ran his hands down Harry's sides. "What were you planning on doing with that?"

"N-N-Nothing…"

"Then why are you here?" Severus teased as he rubbed his hand over Harry's stomach, but nowhere near that region. Inside, Ron lifts Hermione's hips higher and pummeled into her, aiming her G-spot over and over again, with Hermione screaming for him to go even harder.

"N-N-No, I'm not…" Harry moaned quietly at the lack of contact. In truth, he really wanted Severus to at least ghost his hand around his little erection. He really needed release right now.

"Naughty boy," Severus grinned, then breathed at the boy's ear, whispering, "Do you like watching them?"

"N-N-No…" Harry replied, ironically his eyes were still glued to the scene where Ron had flipped Hermione around to do her doggy-style. Hermione pushed her hair out of the way to look back at Ron. As soon as Ron reentered her, she bit her lip and put her head back down, enjoying the pleasurable assault done to her. Outside, Severus had slowly reached into Harry's pants to stroke him.

"You really should not lie, Harry."

Harry bit back a moan as he felt Severus' hand on him. Severus chuckled in his ear seeing his reaction.

"Why stop your moan? Don't you want them to catch you?"

Harry bit his lip harder until it bruised a little, shaking his head. There was no way he wanted them to catch him, especially his situation was just as embarrassing as they were. As Severus' other hand pushed his pants down from the back, Ron was groaning, saying that he was coming close to his orgasm as he thrust harder and faster. Hermione forbid him, saying that she was almost there as well and wanted them to come together, even though she had already lost count as to how many times she had come before that. Severus licked his finger and ran it over Harry's opening, making the boy let out a strangled gasp.

"N-No, don't…" Harry whispered hurriedly, his hand reaching out to stop him.

"Why?" Severus purred, continuing to probe him.

"It's…It's not nice…They'll know I peeked…They'll be angry with me," Harry panted at the feeling of Severus' hands on him. Severus could tell that despite his hand trying to stop him, he wasn't really putting much effort into it.

"Then don't make a noise," Severus whispered as he pushed the finger in just barely, moving in and out in rhythm with Ron's thrusts into Hermione. Harry covered his mouth with his hand as Severus' entered him, his other hand trying hard to hold on tight to the files he was given by Albus. They were lucky Ron was right; there was no one passing by the labs during after school hours, and not even the Prefects or Head Prefects would ever pass by there, especially when they knew that their Potions Master was there in his office and preferred his privacy above all else during after those hours, thus no one seeing this display: a Potions Master pressed against the little adopted grandson of Albus looking into the potions lab at two Gryffindors getting down and dirty.

Ron tried to hold back his incoming orgasm, but kept on thrusting at the same pace to make Hermione come along with him. Hermione's moan grew louder and longer as she could feel herself getting close. Gripping the sides of the desk, she allowed Ron to carry her legs up and wrapped it around his waist to find the perfect angle to hit the G-spot much better. Once he found it, he assaulted it over and over again, moving with a strength he didn't know he had in him, pounding it relentlessly. Harry and Severus continued to watch, the latter sticking his finger deeper into the former, making the boy cringe and press his mouth even harder against his mouth to keep his moans from escaping. They kept at it until Hermione finally reached her pinnacle of heaven, screaming her orgasm so loudly, it would be a miracle if the whole school didn't hear them. Ron followed after, letting his load into Hermione as the tightening of his fiancée's pussy when she came made him lose his control. Both of them shuddered as their tremors subsided, Ron leaning against Hermione's back as the latter panted on the table, her body slick with sweat. She normally wouldn't be this sloppy, but after coming down from her high, she just couldn't care less. After Ron had calmed down some, he pulled out, the condom bulging with his seed.

"Phew, that was some trip," Ron panted, his face strewn with bliss.

"No wise cracks, Ron," Hermione replied as she sat up. "You will need to take that condom off while you are still erect. Or else things would get messy."

"Oh, OK," Ron obliged, removing the condom carefully, trying not to make a mess. While he discarded the condom by using a Disintegrating Spell, Hermione got down off the desk on shaky legs to get her clothes and started dressing. Ron also proceeded to dress as he reminded her, "We better hurry up with the cleaning. You promised to help me."

"Yes, yes," Hermione replied hastily. "I may be ecstatic right now, but I'm not senile."

While that was going on, Severus had already pulled his hands away, standing up to prepare himself to barge inside the lab unannounced, in a way. Harry whined at the loss of contact but he knew they couldn't do what they wanted to do in the middle of the corridor for everyone to see.

"Up," Severus said. Once Harry got up as he told him to, he pulled the boy against him, asking, "Do you feel that, Harry? Do you feel how much I want you?"

Harry blushed wildly at the bulge pressing against him and nodded timidly. He was almost relieved that he was not the only one turned on by watching a live porn show.

"Do you want that inside you?" Severus whispered.

Harry nodded desperately, clinging onto Severus' sleeves. Was he kidding? Of course he wanted that inside him. After that incident, he'd be happy to have anything in his ass.

"Go to my room. Undress, and lay on the bed face down. I will be right there."

Harry nodded and made his way there, remembering to bring along the files he was supposed to bring to Severus in the first place. Severus waited for a few moments to give his little beloved a head-start and also until he saw Hermione and Ron finished dressing. Once they started working on cleaning the lab, Severus took that as a cue to go inside.

"Mister Weasley, I do not recall allowing you to have any assistance in completing your punishment duties."

Ron was shocked at Severus' sudden appearance. He seemed stern and looking as if he was going to give him a lifetime's detention or something.

"P-P-Prof. Snape, I can explain…"

"It's my fault," Hermione said, stepping forward. "I offered to help. It's just too much for one person to do…"

"Judging by the time right now, I suppose your argument is justifiable," Severus said as he looked around the still messy area. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Mister Weasley, for requesting assistance without permission. Carry on, but hurry up before Filch locks you in here."

With that, Severus turned wordlessly and walked out of the room, leaving The Old Married Couple a little dumbfounded.

"That was…surprising," Ron commented. "He took away points but still he let you help me. What was that about?"

"I dunno," Hermione shrugged. "But isn't that a good thing? You might actually make it to have a late dinner, or early supper in this case, after this. Maybe we could…" she blushed at this, "…have another round in my dorm, if you're still up to it."

"Well," Ron grinned as he wrapped his arm around his fiancée's waist from behind. "That will have to depend on how many of those…condoms you have with you."

Hermione giggled and pushed Ron away playfully, urging him to finish up. It was going to be a very interesting thing to look forward to tonight.