As glad as Ron was to see that he was doing things right, that he was the reason Hermione'd started wriggling underneath him, pressing herself into his fingers as he moved them, the longer this went on, the more he was convinced that he wanted to press on now. Even if the idea of it did make him more nervous than he'd admit. What if he got the next part wrong? The important bit? Not that he thought Hermione'd split up with him over it, but he really wanted this to go right.

"Okay. Okay, alright, I can— " Ron said, his own breath slightly ragged, voice both quiet and gruff, "...blimey."

He shifted the position of his hand slightly, feeling for the entrance she'd shown him before. After a moment of fumbling, he managed to find it, accidentally slipping two fingers inside. "Sorry, I didn't— " he mumbled, frowning for a moment as he bit his bottom lip again.

Ron ran one hand up Hermione's thigh, hitching it up slightly as he tried not to think too much about how warm and soft it was against his palm, how every bit of her was even more soft and amazing than he'd ever thought she could be. Instead, he used his other hand to slowly guide himself inside her, not able to hold back the low and pleased rumble in his throat as he did so.

God, you had to be really bloody coordinated for all of this, didn't you?