Lubido Comburo Chapter 2
Title: Lubido Comburo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Chapter: 2
He pulled back self-consciously, and they sat staring at one another for some time before the girl blinked her eyes as if realizing she should make the first move. She stretched her right arm out to him rather stiffly with her palm up and her arm straight. The rash wrapped around her elbow to the soft skin inside the bend of her arm.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt to give it a try," she said breathlessly.
The boy took a gulp of air and swallowed. Wiping his large pale palms on his trousers first, he clenched his long bony hands a few times before finally venturing to touch her. He wrapped his fingers around her slim wrist to hold her arm in place as he brought his other hand up. His fingers quaked a bit as he delicately traced the first tiny heart.
The girl sucked in air and flinched in his grip.
"Are you..."
"Just tickles."
"Sorry."
"D..did it work?"
"Not sure, but I didn't properly touch it, did I?"
The boy leaned forward and lifted his fingers to stare at the pale skin inside the bend of her arm, and frowned at the raised, angry, ragged-edged hearts.
"They're still there aren't they?"
The girl sniffled.
"Just give a bloke a chance, Hermione," he said while attempting a crooked grin.
"Close your eyes and give me some privacy with them. I can't do it properly with you watching."
"Ron, are you aware how ridiculous that sounds?"
"Yes, Hermione, I'm well aware, now please, I have tiny hearts to grope, so sod off."
He grinned at her fully, and she smiled and rolled her eyes before closing them.
The smile left his face as her eyes closed and an utterly lost expression took its place. He bit his lip and slid his palm across the bend of her open arm.
The girl inhaled sharply but squeezed her eyes shut more soundly.
He gave a small, crooked smile at her reaction and repeated his caress. She inhaled more softly this time, but her breath was shaky. He grinned fully and without taking time to check the rash, he began rubbing his fingers in circles and swirls around the raised welts. The girl took in a quaking breath, and his eyes dropped to her chest.
"Oh!"
"What?"
"My arm... There was a... little shock."
The girl snatched her arm from his grip with surprising strength and the two of them stared down at her skin.
"They're pink!"
They said this in unison.
"What did the books say about pink? It's got to be better than red, yeah?"
"They never mentioned pink, but surely it is better. Touch it again, just like you just did."
The boy swallowed.
"Close your eyes."
The girl huffed loudly but shut her eyes. The boy immediately dropped his gaze to her heaving chest, and swirled his fingers at the bend of her arm distractedly.
"You aren't even paying attention!"
His gaze snapped up to meet hers.
"You're breaking my concentration."
The girl looked as is she was about to lose her temper. In her agitation, she hadn't noticed that a strap of her vest had worked its way down her shoulder. The boy, however, had noticed.
"Honestly, if it takes this much concentration to rub circles on my arm...Ow! I felt it again!"
The girl enthusiastically swatted the boy's hand aside as he smiled somewhat dreamily at her hair. She studied the faint hearts for a moment.
"Ron, they're nearly gone!"
"Yeah?"
His voice sounded thick and scratchy as if he'd just awoken. He ran his finger over the rash lightly.
"Yeah, I can hardly feel them."
He frowned suddenly.
"Do you reckon I'm doing it the right way? Surely they should have disappeared by now. You'd have to rub a girl raw for her to be shut of them."
"I suppose I see what you mean, but it is working. Do you think you could..."
She flushed red and swallowed dryly.
"You could touch them with a bit more passion."
"Um...Yeah...I'll give it a go."
He blinked at her significantly, and she huffed but closed her eyes obediently in answer to his silent request.
He licked his lips, lifted her arm with both his hands, and closed his eyes tightly for a moment before pushing his large soft lips against the tender skin of her arm in a lingering kiss. She jolted against him.
"Oh my."
He dragged his head up looking almost drunk.
"You all right?"
"Yes, it was just that same charge again. It’s not really painful, just literally shocking."
She half chuckled at her pun, and gazed into his eyes, neither of them remembering to check the rash.
"They're gone, Ron!"
They were. The rash that had been wrapped around her elbow had disappeared all the way up her arm. The few hearts that lingered at her shoulder were pale pink.
"Bugger me, would you look at that?"
They looked at each other and grinned.
"So…"
The boy looked suddenly flushed and cleared his throat.
"So, more passion it is, then."
"So it would seem, yes."
"Reckon I should just finish these off here?"
He lightly dragged his finger across the raised edges of the hearts that had faded pale pink on her shoulder. The girl answered with a bit of a stammer.
"I...um... Yes, that seems logical."
Her eyes slid shut of their own volition as the boy's hand cupped her shoulder. He rubbed his hand over the rounded skin, and the girl relaxed and seemed to lean into his touch. He leaned in as well and gave the faded hearts a brief kiss before massaging the shoulder in earnest. Suddenly, the girl sucked air through her teeth, and the boy smiled at her fondly.
"That's them gone, innit? I can tell when they're gone now just by feeling."
"Me, too," she answered a bit hoarsely.
The boy looked at the girl and furrowed his brow.
"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"
"Oh, yes."
The girl's eyes fluttered behind her closed lids and her cheeks darkened to a deep pink.
"What aren't you telling me?"
"Just... nothing... just that along with that little electric shock feeling… It's starting to..."
The girl shifted as she sat on the camp bed pressing, her pyjama clad thighs together more tightly.
"It's starting to feelreallygood."
The boy's first syllable came out an octave too high.
"I… I'm just gonna shift you around a bit, okay?"
The girl continued to keep her eyes shut and nodded her permission. He took her shoulders in hand and pivoted her away from him, and he turned and shifted his leg up on the bed.
"Bugger. Let me get these off before I get mud everywhere."
The boy quickly began untying his old, worn, boots. The leather was scuffed and stained so many shades of brown and black, it was impossible to know what colour they were meant to be. He slipped off the creaking leather to reveal a lumpy pair of striped, hand-knitted socks that weren't really a pair at all. He pulled his already-too-short trouser leg up and pushed down the overly-long, greenish sock to reveal a milky white calf covered in fine strawberry blond hair. The girl's curiosity must have gotten the best of her, because she'd opened her eyes some time beforehand, and was now smiling softly at him, as he scrambled to peel the blueish sock off his other leg. After dropping it unceremoniously on top of his other sock and the ragged boots, he stopped to flex his long, bare feet in the cool air of the tent, spreading and clenching his toes until they gave a satisfying crack. The girl giggled at him.
"Oi, no peeking there. That was our agreement."
"We have no formal agreement, and I had to look. It sounded for all the world like you were wrestling a hippogriff. You might have required my assistance or protection."
"You're gonna rescue me with your wrestling skills, are you?"
There was laughter in his voice and he reached over to tickle her side. She shrieked out a laugh and jumped off the bed protecting her side with her arm. The boy reached up and poked both her sides at once, easily dogging around her best efforts to prevent him from doing so.
"You'll have to have quicker reflexes than that to pin a hippogriff."
He laughed out loudly and tweaked her sides again, and she let out another peal of laughter before taking a step away from him.
"No you don't. No scarpering off. You promised to protect me!"
With this, the boy fully grabbed the girl by her sides and pulled her down to sit on his lap. Involuntarily, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
The room was instantly, absolutely silent.
"Sorr…"
"It's all right."
She placed her hand over his… effectively holding his arms in place around her. She was taking in heaving deep breaths, and her hair moved against the boys chin, as if it was gulping in air as well. In a very shaky voice, she spoke first.
"Y..you know, I..I'm not looking now; so I suppose it might be as good a time as any to work on… well, there's some under my hair."
As if forming words might be beyond his ability, the boy nearly grunted.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, I could feel them back there."
He carefully slid one hand out from her waist and gently tried to gather her bushy cloud of curls to one side. Willful little ringlets popped out frizzing and bobbing as he exhaled against her, but he managed to clear enough away to reveal an angry group of hearts that ran from under her vest to the fine, soft curls at her hairline. Oddly, her position in his lap nearly perfectly aligned his lips with the nape of her neck. A wispy tendril of hair fogged his view a bit, and he blew against it. She shivered. The curly wisp floated upward against the hand already holding her mass of hair at bay. He managed to catch the wisp with his thumb, and he smiled at his own success.
He licked his full lips.
Her eyes were wide open in what looked exactly like anticipation.
He buried his long nose in her thick hair and breathed in, his lips pressing firmly against delicate curls and pale skin. But rather than pull back to plant the next kiss, he dragged his parted lips slowly down her neck. Her nails dug into his hand.
"Oi!"
"Sorry."
His warm breath puffed against her skin.
"Am I tickling again?"
"No," she said rather too emphatically.
The corner of his mouth pulled into a tiny smirk.
He continued dragging moist, open-mouthed kisses down the trail of hearts…down nearly between her shoulder blades… when finally the angle became narrow for him. When he, at last, stopped to catch his breath, the girl was all but panting.
"I… um… I think that's all I can reach without breaking my neck," he said with forced chuckle.
He was just over her shoulder, speaking directly into her ear. The girl seemed unable to reply.
"Maybe you could… dunno… get on your stomach or something, and then I could do the rest of your back."
The boy glanced at her profile and noticed the thin line of rash still behind her ear.
"I've missed this bit. Let me get it."
The boy pressed a kiss behind her ear, and as his open mouth slid across her skin, the girl's earlobe slipped between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and nipped it gently.
And then he froze in abject horror.
For a moment the two of them wore twin expressions of shock. Finally, the boy closed his eyes and seemed to silently curse himself before giving her neck a quick, final kiss and releasing her waist.
"Well that's done," he said with a quavering voice.
The girl hopped up from his knees and faced away from him with her arms clutched across her breasts, and the boy pressed the heel of his hand firmly against his crotch before crossing his legs awkwardly.
"Shall we do your back then?"
He asked his question with a strained attempt at a casual voice.
"Yes! Let's," she replied much too brightly.
Without even looking at him, the girl and her expanding swarm of hair, turned briskly, clambered onto to the bed on her hands and knees, and as the boy scrambled to get up out of her way. Before the boy was fully standing, she flopped down on her stomach, turning her head to face the canvas wall. After a moment of looking gobsmacked, the boy shook his head mouthing something that might have been "barmy bird" and reached for her foot that was farthest away from him.
"What are you…"
The boy had wrapped his large hand entirely around her bare ankle and while bending her leg at the knee, began rolling back the overly long pyjama leg.
"You're wearing my pyjama trousers; so I figured you must have some of those bloody buggers down here, too. Your night clothes wouldn't have hidden them."
"You really are observant, aren't you?"
"It's been known to happen," he said with a small smile.
After a bit, his smile faded, and the boy seemed genuinely lost in the copious amounts of fabric.
"You're gonna have to help me, Hermione. I'm finding fuck all in these whacking great things."
"I… I know it's spread to my thighs on both legs, but it's not as bad on the leg you're touching now. I think there's a bit behind my knee."
"Yeah... I see them now, titchy little buggers."
The boy carefully straightened out the girl's leg and rested it on the blanket. Somewhat awkwardly he moved between the camp bed and the tent wall. The girl's face was nearly obscured with hair, but one could barely make out her quizzical expression.
"I...uh... I couldn't bend to reach it from that side without... well, I was afraid I might slip and crush you," he explained toward the blanket.
And without further preamble, the boy slid down the canvas wall to kneel by the camp bed, leaned forward, and pressed his face into the soft flesh behind the girl's knee. She made a sound very much like a shaky sigh.
Rolling the cloth up as he moved, he took in a hungry, open mouthful of the girl's thigh.
She literally moaned.
The boy closed his eyes. He didn't seem to notice that a foot-long swath of the rash had suddenly disappeared.
He inched the bundle of threadbare fabric higher and higher in his concentration... uncovering regions he had surely never seen before. He stopped abruptly when he uncovered the space on the back of her thigh where it stopped being "leg" and started being "something else," and he simply gaped at it.
Just below the arching elastic of her white, cotton knickers, where the mound of her rather lovely arse began, there was a particularly large, angry, red heart.
The boy stared at the patch of skin for some time before apparently coming to a decision. With a resolved expression on his face, the boy placed his open mouth over it... and sucked... hard.
The girl's hips jolted forward as she let out a long, breathy groan.
"Did it..."
"Not. At. All."
"So it felt.."
"Mmmmhmmm..."
"Hermione..."
The girl's eyes were still closed, and she wore a wide dazed grin made all the more daft looking by the truly mad state of her hair.
"Hermione, I think maybe the curse might be affecting your...um... your reactions."
"M'fine. Keep curing me," she said sleepily whilst giving her arse a wiggle. The boy was too distracted to notice the heart mark was completely gone.
"Bloody hell, woman."
He leaned forward and gently patted the girl's hair.
"Hermione... I think maybe we should take a break...clear our heads a bit, yeah?"
The boy was answered by a soft snore.
He grinned back at her, dragged the blanket off his own bed to cover her, and pushed a kiss into her thick curls. Then he stretched out on the canvas floor beside her, took her dangling hand into his, and fell into a deep asleep.
(continued in Chapter Three)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Chapter: 2
He pulled back self-consciously, and they sat staring at one another for some time before the girl blinked her eyes as if realizing she should make the first move. She stretched her right arm out to him rather stiffly with her palm up and her arm straight. The rash wrapped around her elbow to the soft skin inside the bend of her arm.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt to give it a try," she said breathlessly.
The boy took a gulp of air and swallowed. Wiping his large pale palms on his trousers first, he clenched his long bony hands a few times before finally venturing to touch her. He wrapped his fingers around her slim wrist to hold her arm in place as he brought his other hand up. His fingers quaked a bit as he delicately traced the first tiny heart.
The girl sucked in air and flinched in his grip.
"Are you..."
"Just tickles."
"Sorry."
"D..did it work?"
"Not sure, but I didn't properly touch it, did I?"
The boy leaned forward and lifted his fingers to stare at the pale skin inside the bend of her arm, and frowned at the raised, angry, ragged-edged hearts.
"They're still there aren't they?"
The girl sniffled.
"Just give a bloke a chance, Hermione," he said while attempting a crooked grin.
"Close your eyes and give me some privacy with them. I can't do it properly with you watching."
"Ron, are you aware how ridiculous that sounds?"
"Yes, Hermione, I'm well aware, now please, I have tiny hearts to grope, so sod off."
He grinned at her fully, and she smiled and rolled her eyes before closing them.
The smile left his face as her eyes closed and an utterly lost expression took its place. He bit his lip and slid his palm across the bend of her open arm.
The girl inhaled sharply but squeezed her eyes shut more soundly.
He gave a small, crooked smile at her reaction and repeated his caress. She inhaled more softly this time, but her breath was shaky. He grinned fully and without taking time to check the rash, he began rubbing his fingers in circles and swirls around the raised welts. The girl took in a quaking breath, and his eyes dropped to her chest.
"Oh!"
"What?"
"My arm... There was a... little shock."
The girl snatched her arm from his grip with surprising strength and the two of them stared down at her skin.
"They're pink!"
They said this in unison.
"What did the books say about pink? It's got to be better than red, yeah?"
"They never mentioned pink, but surely it is better. Touch it again, just like you just did."
The boy swallowed.
"Close your eyes."
The girl huffed loudly but shut her eyes. The boy immediately dropped his gaze to her heaving chest, and swirled his fingers at the bend of her arm distractedly.
"You aren't even paying attention!"
His gaze snapped up to meet hers.
"You're breaking my concentration."
The girl looked as is she was about to lose her temper. In her agitation, she hadn't noticed that a strap of her vest had worked its way down her shoulder. The boy, however, had noticed.
"Honestly, if it takes this much concentration to rub circles on my arm...Ow! I felt it again!"
The girl enthusiastically swatted the boy's hand aside as he smiled somewhat dreamily at her hair. She studied the faint hearts for a moment.
"Ron, they're nearly gone!"
"Yeah?"
His voice sounded thick and scratchy as if he'd just awoken. He ran his finger over the rash lightly.
"Yeah, I can hardly feel them."
He frowned suddenly.
"Do you reckon I'm doing it the right way? Surely they should have disappeared by now. You'd have to rub a girl raw for her to be shut of them."
"I suppose I see what you mean, but it is working. Do you think you could..."
She flushed red and swallowed dryly.
"You could touch them with a bit more passion."
"Um...Yeah...I'll give it a go."
He blinked at her significantly, and she huffed but closed her eyes obediently in answer to his silent request.
He licked his lips, lifted her arm with both his hands, and closed his eyes tightly for a moment before pushing his large soft lips against the tender skin of her arm in a lingering kiss. She jolted against him.
"Oh my."
He dragged his head up looking almost drunk.
"You all right?"
"Yes, it was just that same charge again. It’s not really painful, just literally shocking."
She half chuckled at her pun, and gazed into his eyes, neither of them remembering to check the rash.
"They're gone, Ron!"
They were. The rash that had been wrapped around her elbow had disappeared all the way up her arm. The few hearts that lingered at her shoulder were pale pink.
"Bugger me, would you look at that?"
They looked at each other and grinned.
"So…"
The boy looked suddenly flushed and cleared his throat.
"So, more passion it is, then."
"So it would seem, yes."
"Reckon I should just finish these off here?"
He lightly dragged his finger across the raised edges of the hearts that had faded pale pink on her shoulder. The girl answered with a bit of a stammer.
"I...um... Yes, that seems logical."
Her eyes slid shut of their own volition as the boy's hand cupped her shoulder. He rubbed his hand over the rounded skin, and the girl relaxed and seemed to lean into his touch. He leaned in as well and gave the faded hearts a brief kiss before massaging the shoulder in earnest. Suddenly, the girl sucked air through her teeth, and the boy smiled at her fondly.
"That's them gone, innit? I can tell when they're gone now just by feeling."
"Me, too," she answered a bit hoarsely.
The boy looked at the girl and furrowed his brow.
"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"
"Oh, yes."
The girl's eyes fluttered behind her closed lids and her cheeks darkened to a deep pink.
"What aren't you telling me?"
"Just... nothing... just that along with that little electric shock feeling… It's starting to..."
The girl shifted as she sat on the camp bed pressing, her pyjama clad thighs together more tightly.
"It's starting to feelreallygood."
The boy's first syllable came out an octave too high.
"I… I'm just gonna shift you around a bit, okay?"
The girl continued to keep her eyes shut and nodded her permission. He took her shoulders in hand and pivoted her away from him, and he turned and shifted his leg up on the bed.
"Bugger. Let me get these off before I get mud everywhere."
The boy quickly began untying his old, worn, boots. The leather was scuffed and stained so many shades of brown and black, it was impossible to know what colour they were meant to be. He slipped off the creaking leather to reveal a lumpy pair of striped, hand-knitted socks that weren't really a pair at all. He pulled his already-too-short trouser leg up and pushed down the overly-long, greenish sock to reveal a milky white calf covered in fine strawberry blond hair. The girl's curiosity must have gotten the best of her, because she'd opened her eyes some time beforehand, and was now smiling softly at him, as he scrambled to peel the blueish sock off his other leg. After dropping it unceremoniously on top of his other sock and the ragged boots, he stopped to flex his long, bare feet in the cool air of the tent, spreading and clenching his toes until they gave a satisfying crack. The girl giggled at him.
"Oi, no peeking there. That was our agreement."
"We have no formal agreement, and I had to look. It sounded for all the world like you were wrestling a hippogriff. You might have required my assistance or protection."
"You're gonna rescue me with your wrestling skills, are you?"
There was laughter in his voice and he reached over to tickle her side. She shrieked out a laugh and jumped off the bed protecting her side with her arm. The boy reached up and poked both her sides at once, easily dogging around her best efforts to prevent him from doing so.
"You'll have to have quicker reflexes than that to pin a hippogriff."
He laughed out loudly and tweaked her sides again, and she let out another peal of laughter before taking a step away from him.
"No you don't. No scarpering off. You promised to protect me!"
With this, the boy fully grabbed the girl by her sides and pulled her down to sit on his lap. Involuntarily, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
The room was instantly, absolutely silent.
"Sorr…"
"It's all right."
She placed her hand over his… effectively holding his arms in place around her. She was taking in heaving deep breaths, and her hair moved against the boys chin, as if it was gulping in air as well. In a very shaky voice, she spoke first.
"Y..you know, I..I'm not looking now; so I suppose it might be as good a time as any to work on… well, there's some under my hair."
As if forming words might be beyond his ability, the boy nearly grunted.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, I could feel them back there."
He carefully slid one hand out from her waist and gently tried to gather her bushy cloud of curls to one side. Willful little ringlets popped out frizzing and bobbing as he exhaled against her, but he managed to clear enough away to reveal an angry group of hearts that ran from under her vest to the fine, soft curls at her hairline. Oddly, her position in his lap nearly perfectly aligned his lips with the nape of her neck. A wispy tendril of hair fogged his view a bit, and he blew against it. She shivered. The curly wisp floated upward against the hand already holding her mass of hair at bay. He managed to catch the wisp with his thumb, and he smiled at his own success.
He licked his full lips.
Her eyes were wide open in what looked exactly like anticipation.
He buried his long nose in her thick hair and breathed in, his lips pressing firmly against delicate curls and pale skin. But rather than pull back to plant the next kiss, he dragged his parted lips slowly down her neck. Her nails dug into his hand.
"Oi!"
"Sorry."
His warm breath puffed against her skin.
"Am I tickling again?"
"No," she said rather too emphatically.
The corner of his mouth pulled into a tiny smirk.
He continued dragging moist, open-mouthed kisses down the trail of hearts…down nearly between her shoulder blades… when finally the angle became narrow for him. When he, at last, stopped to catch his breath, the girl was all but panting.
"I… um… I think that's all I can reach without breaking my neck," he said with forced chuckle.
He was just over her shoulder, speaking directly into her ear. The girl seemed unable to reply.
"Maybe you could… dunno… get on your stomach or something, and then I could do the rest of your back."
The boy glanced at her profile and noticed the thin line of rash still behind her ear.
"I've missed this bit. Let me get it."
The boy pressed a kiss behind her ear, and as his open mouth slid across her skin, the girl's earlobe slipped between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and nipped it gently.
And then he froze in abject horror.
For a moment the two of them wore twin expressions of shock. Finally, the boy closed his eyes and seemed to silently curse himself before giving her neck a quick, final kiss and releasing her waist.
"Well that's done," he said with a quavering voice.
The girl hopped up from his knees and faced away from him with her arms clutched across her breasts, and the boy pressed the heel of his hand firmly against his crotch before crossing his legs awkwardly.
"Shall we do your back then?"
He asked his question with a strained attempt at a casual voice.
"Yes! Let's," she replied much too brightly.
Without even looking at him, the girl and her expanding swarm of hair, turned briskly, clambered onto to the bed on her hands and knees, and as the boy scrambled to get up out of her way. Before the boy was fully standing, she flopped down on her stomach, turning her head to face the canvas wall. After a moment of looking gobsmacked, the boy shook his head mouthing something that might have been "barmy bird" and reached for her foot that was farthest away from him.
"What are you…"
The boy had wrapped his large hand entirely around her bare ankle and while bending her leg at the knee, began rolling back the overly long pyjama leg.
"You're wearing my pyjama trousers; so I figured you must have some of those bloody buggers down here, too. Your night clothes wouldn't have hidden them."
"You really are observant, aren't you?"
"It's been known to happen," he said with a small smile.
After a bit, his smile faded, and the boy seemed genuinely lost in the copious amounts of fabric.
"You're gonna have to help me, Hermione. I'm finding fuck all in these whacking great things."
"I… I know it's spread to my thighs on both legs, but it's not as bad on the leg you're touching now. I think there's a bit behind my knee."
"Yeah... I see them now, titchy little buggers."
The boy carefully straightened out the girl's leg and rested it on the blanket. Somewhat awkwardly he moved between the camp bed and the tent wall. The girl's face was nearly obscured with hair, but one could barely make out her quizzical expression.
"I...uh... I couldn't bend to reach it from that side without... well, I was afraid I might slip and crush you," he explained toward the blanket.
And without further preamble, the boy slid down the canvas wall to kneel by the camp bed, leaned forward, and pressed his face into the soft flesh behind the girl's knee. She made a sound very much like a shaky sigh.
Rolling the cloth up as he moved, he took in a hungry, open mouthful of the girl's thigh.
She literally moaned.
The boy closed his eyes. He didn't seem to notice that a foot-long swath of the rash had suddenly disappeared.
He inched the bundle of threadbare fabric higher and higher in his concentration... uncovering regions he had surely never seen before. He stopped abruptly when he uncovered the space on the back of her thigh where it stopped being "leg" and started being "something else," and he simply gaped at it.
Just below the arching elastic of her white, cotton knickers, where the mound of her rather lovely arse began, there was a particularly large, angry, red heart.
The boy stared at the patch of skin for some time before apparently coming to a decision. With a resolved expression on his face, the boy placed his open mouth over it... and sucked... hard.
The girl's hips jolted forward as she let out a long, breathy groan.
"Did it..."
"Not. At. All."
"So it felt.."
"Mmmmhmmm..."
"Hermione..."
The girl's eyes were still closed, and she wore a wide dazed grin made all the more daft looking by the truly mad state of her hair.
"Hermione, I think maybe the curse might be affecting your...um... your reactions."
"M'fine. Keep curing me," she said sleepily whilst giving her arse a wiggle. The boy was too distracted to notice the heart mark was completely gone.
"Bloody hell, woman."
He leaned forward and gently patted the girl's hair.
"Hermione... I think maybe we should take a break...clear our heads a bit, yeah?"
The boy was answered by a soft snore.
He grinned back at her, dragged the blanket off his own bed to cover her, and pushed a kiss into her thick curls. Then he stretched out on the canvas floor beside her, took her dangling hand into his, and fell into a deep asleep.
(continued in Chapter Three)