RP: Sex Education
Date: 12 December 2004
Characters: Ron, Hermione
Location: 33 Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Ron have a talk
Completion: Complete
It was fortunate that this display was tucked away in the back of the store. Hermione was quite convinced that her face was bright red just from the idea of what she was buying. Perhaps it was also because she didn’t have the first clue what exactly she was doing. After all, she’d never had sex before, never even had a kiss that involved tongue for more than the five seconds, tops, it had taken for her and Ron to become uncomfortable, so what did she know about this sort of thing?
When she was younger, she’d read about it, of course. By the time she was thirteen, she knew every technical term for bits and bobs as well as the more crass slang words. She knew all about stimulation and special spots, in both men and women, and had seen diagrams with various positions, many of which seemed bloody impossible or painful.
Though she’d deny it if ever questioned, she’d even read various romantic novels that her mum had kept hidden in a box beneath her bed. They’d been tripe, of course, full of ridiculous words that no one would actually think much less say and a bunch of dribble regarding toes curling and hearts soaring. She’d quickly grown tired of that research (even if a few particular imaginings might have remained in certain corners of her mind), and gone back to the research texts for explanations.
It had all been very clinical, though; much like studying for a test. In the years since, she had retained that knowledge, certainly, but she’d never added practical experience or even vague experimentation to her analysis. To be perfectly honest, she’d never exactly felt the inclination to take it beyond knowledge to experience. With the war, any such womanly urges or thoughts had quickly faded because there were far more pressing things to consider, not that she’d ever had the typical womanly urges most of her dorm mates seemed to be born with.
She had tried to masturbate a handful of times and found it rather troublesome, not to mention messy and not at all arousing. She got more excited about reading a new book than she had about poking around in her bits. It wouldn’t at all surprise her to discover that she was defective in that way, and, really, she was quite all right with that. She hadn’t had to have sex or some big relationship to feel complete in twenty-five years, so she rather figured that she could have a happy, fulfilling life without one.
It was something she had decided many years ago, in the midst of a forest near Austria, actually, that she would not try to plan or over think. Ron would be shocked to learn that there was actually something she intended to just let happen naturally or not at all, if she wasn’t made for such things. She wasn’t asexual, as many seemed to consider her, but she was quite content with thoughts that occasionally bordered on naughty and good books that were more stimulating than squeezing and poking herself.
However, that attitude and acceptance of her limitations, such as they were, was proving to be most troublesome at the moment. How was she to offer advice on something she really didn’t particularly find important enough to try herself? It was necessary, of course, so she’d figure out some way to approach it, but it was certainly going to be a true testament of the lengths she’d go for her friends.
It wasn’t really embarrassing to be looking at the ridiculous assortment of contraceptives, as she rather viewed it in a detached way that she had the entire sexual mystique, yet her cheeks had been flushed a pale pink since she saw the first box of Durex proclaiming ‘for her pleasure’. How could any woman find squishy latex bits rubbing in and out of them pleasurable? She certainly hadn’t when she’d experimented with one and her fingers years ago. The books had said that all people, men and women, had different erogenous zones and special spots, though, so she supposed that pertained to outside influence as well.
Besides, it didn’t matter what she thought of the silly things. Ron was obviously making up for lost time with dating Lavender and owls exchanged with Tonks, an older woman who certainly should have experience enough to help him along if he fumbled too badly and Hermione rather expected that Lavender had more than enough experience for the two of them if the snogging and groping that had taken place during sixth year was any indication. However, she didn’t want to trust whomever Ron chose to, uh, well do that with because he was far too important to her.
So, to help him along, as his best friend, it was her responsibility to make sure he was prepared and safe. Which meant figuring out which of these bloody boxes was the right one to buy. There were just too many choices, and she didn’t even want to consider what size. That, in itself, forced her to admit that she’d snuck a peek during their travels out of mild curiosity, which would most likely scar Ron terribly, even worse if she had to admit that she’d not really seen what the fuss was all about.
Maybe she was taking the duties as best friend too far.
Stubbornly, she set her chin and forced herself to focus. She’d fought and killed Bellatrix Lestrange. She could certainly handle choosing condoms and such. Hermione examined several boxes, reading the backs and comparing their promised ‘pleasures’. What a bunch of fuss for something that would end up tossed in the bin once it was all over. She finally found a box that called itself a Pleasure Pack. It contained nine condoms in three different varieties along with some sort of heated lubricant.
She bit her lip and remembered the way that Ron had ogled Cedric Diggory’s bum, realizing that perhaps she should also consider that his interests might not, uh, lie with just women. She’d read about that, too, and was very open minded about such things, so she didn’t care where Ron wanted to dip his quill so long as he was careful and didn’t get hurt. If anyone hurt him, well, they’d regret it and she’d not even hesitate to ensure that. Perhaps she should suggest that he talk to Professor Lupin about such open-minded interests, since she’d thought for a great many years that she knew exactly where Professor Lupin preferred to dip his quill.
She didn’t want to embarrass Ron by asking if he liked men, too. In a way, it would be rather fun if they could discuss men’s bums and such without him being uncomfortable, but she suspected that he’d turn bright red and stammer a lot before hiding under his covers. That meant she had to approach the possibility carefully. If she was wrong, then he’d just have extra lubricant for whatever woman he was doing things she didn’t even want to contemplate with.
She chose the Pleasure Pack and put it in the basket she was carrying, deciding that Durex seemed to be the most popular choice. She wasn’t exactly sure what the difference in Tingle, Pleasuremax, and Performa was, but that could be an experiment for Ron and the partner of his choice so long as he promised to never, ever give her details. She shuddered slightly and added a bottle of standard lubricant and a smaller bottle of some sort of heated kind to her basket. If he preferred that heated sort, she’d pick him up another bottle whenever he ran out. She snickered slightly at the thought of him writing down such things on a grocery list hanging from the refrigerator door.
There was a sale on general sorts of condoms, so she bought him a box of ribbed and a box of something called elite, which she thought sounded rather interesting. Thin and easy to put on might be best for Ron, though she worried about them possibly tearing easier. She looked down at her basket and shook her head when she realized that he’d have enough contraceptive to last several months, unless he was doing that several times a day. If he was, then she’d be sure to give him more work to keep him occupied.
After she paid for her purchase, she went to the nearest Brooks Clinic and picked up pamphlets on STDs, pregnancy, and other sexual concerns. She doubted he’d need to worry about erectile dysfunction for awhile, but it never hurt to have the knowledge, just in case. Of course, she didn’t want him to decide sex was horrid and disease causing, just to know the dangers, so that meant she needed to get him something to balance the negative. A stop at a secondhand bookstore resulted in a worn copy of the Joy of Sex as well as a book with illustrations that might prove helpful in teaching how to please his partners and himself.
When she got home, she put everything she bought into a rather festive looking gift bag with balloons all over the sides. She supposed this was a special occasion for blokes, after all, especially ones who had been forced to spend seven years fighting a war and unable to even wank properly due to having a girl tagging along. Once the bag was fixed up, she felt pleased with her decision to help, and went down the hall to Ron’s room. She knocked and waited for him to say it was okay to come in before opening the door, as one never knew what the boys did in the privacy of their rooms with the door shut and she preferred it that way.
Characters: Ron, Hermione
Location: 33 Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Ron have a talk
Completion: Complete
It was fortunate that this display was tucked away in the back of the store. Hermione was quite convinced that her face was bright red just from the idea of what she was buying. Perhaps it was also because she didn’t have the first clue what exactly she was doing. After all, she’d never had sex before, never even had a kiss that involved tongue for more than the five seconds, tops, it had taken for her and Ron to become uncomfortable, so what did she know about this sort of thing?
When she was younger, she’d read about it, of course. By the time she was thirteen, she knew every technical term for bits and bobs as well as the more crass slang words. She knew all about stimulation and special spots, in both men and women, and had seen diagrams with various positions, many of which seemed bloody impossible or painful.
Though she’d deny it if ever questioned, she’d even read various romantic novels that her mum had kept hidden in a box beneath her bed. They’d been tripe, of course, full of ridiculous words that no one would actually think much less say and a bunch of dribble regarding toes curling and hearts soaring. She’d quickly grown tired of that research (even if a few particular imaginings might have remained in certain corners of her mind), and gone back to the research texts for explanations.
It had all been very clinical, though; much like studying for a test. In the years since, she had retained that knowledge, certainly, but she’d never added practical experience or even vague experimentation to her analysis. To be perfectly honest, she’d never exactly felt the inclination to take it beyond knowledge to experience. With the war, any such womanly urges or thoughts had quickly faded because there were far more pressing things to consider, not that she’d ever had the typical womanly urges most of her dorm mates seemed to be born with.
She had tried to masturbate a handful of times and found it rather troublesome, not to mention messy and not at all arousing. She got more excited about reading a new book than she had about poking around in her bits. It wouldn’t at all surprise her to discover that she was defective in that way, and, really, she was quite all right with that. She hadn’t had to have sex or some big relationship to feel complete in twenty-five years, so she rather figured that she could have a happy, fulfilling life without one.
It was something she had decided many years ago, in the midst of a forest near Austria, actually, that she would not try to plan or over think. Ron would be shocked to learn that there was actually something she intended to just let happen naturally or not at all, if she wasn’t made for such things. She wasn’t asexual, as many seemed to consider her, but she was quite content with thoughts that occasionally bordered on naughty and good books that were more stimulating than squeezing and poking herself.
However, that attitude and acceptance of her limitations, such as they were, was proving to be most troublesome at the moment. How was she to offer advice on something she really didn’t particularly find important enough to try herself? It was necessary, of course, so she’d figure out some way to approach it, but it was certainly going to be a true testament of the lengths she’d go for her friends.
It wasn’t really embarrassing to be looking at the ridiculous assortment of contraceptives, as she rather viewed it in a detached way that she had the entire sexual mystique, yet her cheeks had been flushed a pale pink since she saw the first box of Durex proclaiming ‘for her pleasure’. How could any woman find squishy latex bits rubbing in and out of them pleasurable? She certainly hadn’t when she’d experimented with one and her fingers years ago. The books had said that all people, men and women, had different erogenous zones and special spots, though, so she supposed that pertained to outside influence as well.
Besides, it didn’t matter what she thought of the silly things. Ron was obviously making up for lost time with dating Lavender and owls exchanged with Tonks, an older woman who certainly should have experience enough to help him along if he fumbled too badly and Hermione rather expected that Lavender had more than enough experience for the two of them if the snogging and groping that had taken place during sixth year was any indication. However, she didn’t want to trust whomever Ron chose to, uh, well do that with because he was far too important to her.
So, to help him along, as his best friend, it was her responsibility to make sure he was prepared and safe. Which meant figuring out which of these bloody boxes was the right one to buy. There were just too many choices, and she didn’t even want to consider what size. That, in itself, forced her to admit that she’d snuck a peek during their travels out of mild curiosity, which would most likely scar Ron terribly, even worse if she had to admit that she’d not really seen what the fuss was all about.
Maybe she was taking the duties as best friend too far.
Stubbornly, she set her chin and forced herself to focus. She’d fought and killed Bellatrix Lestrange. She could certainly handle choosing condoms and such. Hermione examined several boxes, reading the backs and comparing their promised ‘pleasures’. What a bunch of fuss for something that would end up tossed in the bin once it was all over. She finally found a box that called itself a Pleasure Pack. It contained nine condoms in three different varieties along with some sort of heated lubricant.
She bit her lip and remembered the way that Ron had ogled Cedric Diggory’s bum, realizing that perhaps she should also consider that his interests might not, uh, lie with just women. She’d read about that, too, and was very open minded about such things, so she didn’t care where Ron wanted to dip his quill so long as he was careful and didn’t get hurt. If anyone hurt him, well, they’d regret it and she’d not even hesitate to ensure that. Perhaps she should suggest that he talk to Professor Lupin about such open-minded interests, since she’d thought for a great many years that she knew exactly where Professor Lupin preferred to dip his quill.
She didn’t want to embarrass Ron by asking if he liked men, too. In a way, it would be rather fun if they could discuss men’s bums and such without him being uncomfortable, but she suspected that he’d turn bright red and stammer a lot before hiding under his covers. That meant she had to approach the possibility carefully. If she was wrong, then he’d just have extra lubricant for whatever woman he was doing things she didn’t even want to contemplate with.
She chose the Pleasure Pack and put it in the basket she was carrying, deciding that Durex seemed to be the most popular choice. She wasn’t exactly sure what the difference in Tingle, Pleasuremax, and Performa was, but that could be an experiment for Ron and the partner of his choice so long as he promised to never, ever give her details. She shuddered slightly and added a bottle of standard lubricant and a smaller bottle of some sort of heated kind to her basket. If he preferred that heated sort, she’d pick him up another bottle whenever he ran out. She snickered slightly at the thought of him writing down such things on a grocery list hanging from the refrigerator door.
There was a sale on general sorts of condoms, so she bought him a box of ribbed and a box of something called elite, which she thought sounded rather interesting. Thin and easy to put on might be best for Ron, though she worried about them possibly tearing easier. She looked down at her basket and shook her head when she realized that he’d have enough contraceptive to last several months, unless he was doing that several times a day. If he was, then she’d be sure to give him more work to keep him occupied.
After she paid for her purchase, she went to the nearest Brooks Clinic and picked up pamphlets on STDs, pregnancy, and other sexual concerns. She doubted he’d need to worry about erectile dysfunction for awhile, but it never hurt to have the knowledge, just in case. Of course, she didn’t want him to decide sex was horrid and disease causing, just to know the dangers, so that meant she needed to get him something to balance the negative. A stop at a secondhand bookstore resulted in a worn copy of the Joy of Sex as well as a book with illustrations that might prove helpful in teaching how to please his partners and himself.
When she got home, she put everything she bought into a rather festive looking gift bag with balloons all over the sides. She supposed this was a special occasion for blokes, after all, especially ones who had been forced to spend seven years fighting a war and unable to even wank properly due to having a girl tagging along. Once the bag was fixed up, she felt pleased with her decision to help, and went down the hall to Ron’s room. She knocked and waited for him to say it was okay to come in before opening the door, as one never knew what the boys did in the privacy of their rooms with the door shut and she preferred it that way.