Ron hadn't really known what to expect going into all this-- bloody hell, he hadn't expected any of this, really-- but Hermione suddenly opening up his trousers without much warning at all. Not that he wished she hadn't or anything mental like that, he just wouldn't have thought she'd be the one to press onward, with him doing his best to make sure he wasn't rushing her. But her hand was in his hair and on his trousers, so he reckoned it wasn't anything he needed to worry about much anymore.
Ron didn't realise that he'd started pressing his hips into her, breath growing a bit ragged as he struggled to think straight until she spoke.
"Have what?" Ron asked, his brain not working properly enough to work out what she'd meant at first. Was he supposed to have brought something along? After a few moments of feeling like an absolute pillock, it clicked. "Oh, right. Yeah, I've got..."
He and Bill had talked only a few days before and his brother had give him a few of the odd Muggle things and had explained what they were for. He'd thought it was a bit dodgy at first, but without magic, it was the only way, really. Ron sat up a bit to fumble through his pockets for one, offering a nervous smile once he procured one from the back pocket of his trousers.
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Ron didn't realise that he'd started pressing his hips into her, breath growing a bit ragged as he struggled to think straight until she spoke.
"Have what?" Ron asked, his brain not working properly enough to work out what she'd meant at first. Was he supposed to have brought something along? After a few moments of feeling like an absolute pillock, it clicked. "Oh, right. Yeah, I've got..."
He and Bill had talked only a few days before and his brother had give him a few of the odd Muggle things and had explained what they were for. He'd thought it was a bit dodgy at first, but without magic, it was the only way, really. Ron sat up a bit to fumble through his pockets for one, offering a nervous smile once he procured one from the back pocket of his trousers.