Harry Potter Promise NR.13 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.13

... There were a few students out on the grounds, mostly younger years having a snowball fight, but for the most part, everyone had taken refuge in the castle, avoiding the bitter cold of the December air. Ron gave a hum of agreement, throwing an arm across Hermione's shoulders. Hermione glanced down at the arm, and then snuggled into Ron's side. "I could get used to this," she said softly, smiling in content. Ron looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "How so?" Hermione bit her lip. You. Me. Us. I like this." Ron nodded awkwardly. "Me too. I know I was pretty clueless when I was younger, but from the beginning, I think it was supposed to be us, together." Hermione gave him a considering look. "That sounds sort of like what Harry and Ginny described." Ron shrugged. "We don't have to be soul bonded to be together. To be honest, I'm not sure if I would want that." Hermione looked surprised. "You don't?" Ron was now nervous. "It's not that I don't love you, Hermione, I just –" Hermione placed a hand over her mouth, giving him a dazzling smile. "I don't want a soul bond either." Hermione withdrew her hand and Ron's mouth dropped open. "You don't?" Hermione shook her head. "No. I mean, I see Harry and Ginny together, and I want that type of relationship, but I don't think I'd want someone to be constantly in my head." Ron nodded slowly. "Yeah," he agreed. "It works for them, but I don't think I could do it." Hermione leaned into his side once more. "I think we'll get to that point ...

... eventually. It was easier for them. Neither of us was really ready to fall into such a serious commitment right away, not the way they were." "I think it was because of the experiences they had," Ron commented. "When we got together, we were still just teenagers. We were young. We had to work it out and grow into the relationship. But Harry and Ginny… neither of them was really a kid by the time they got together. I mean, yeah, they were thirteen and fourteen years old, but inside, they were already adults." Hermione glanced up at him. "I'm so proud of the way you've grown up, Ron. I can see how much you've changed in the last few years." Ron blushed. "We all have to some time, right?" Hermione nodded, agreeing. "Have you thought more about what you want to do after graduation?" Ron shrugged slightly, glancing out at the grounds. "When we had our career counseling sessions, I told Professor McGonagall that I wanted to be an Auror, or play Quidditch professionally. I'm not really sure if that's my dream anymore." Hermione looked intrigued. "What is it, then?" Ron looked a little nervous. "I'd love to play Quidditch, but I'm not sure if I'm good enough. I think I'd really like to be a coach, eventually. I'd like the experience of playing, but I think in the end, I want to be a coach. Or maybe a sports correspondent, or work in the Department of Magical Games and Sports." Hermione smiled. "So something to do with Quidditch." Ron nodded. "I don't think I want to fight Death Eaters all ...