My Own Little Aphrodite
There was something about Hermione, he did not quite know what, that reminded him of a Goddess. Perhaps it was the slight, almost deceptively diminutive figure that seemed to grow when things got tough; or maybe it was her mane of untameable chestnut hair that seemed streaked with sunlight; it could, quite easily, also be her taste-
Sweet. Like nectar, or perhaps ambrosia.
Licking the nape of her sweat-slicked neck, he told her before licking his way down to her navel.
"Don't be stupid, Ron." She replied breathlessly but with a hint of impatience that suggested she was only answering the question because his tongue was buried between her thighs. "If I was a Goddess I wouldn't be in school would I?"
"Probably not," He conceded, not entirely convinced, as he kissed up her body, his lips and tongue finding their favourite places on her skin almost instinctively. By the time his lips reached her chin they were both panting and, some how, his hips were between her legs. "A Veela then?" He whispered whilst lowering his mouth onto hers in a series of hot wet kisses that made him want to do other things he had never done before. "Or maybe you're a-"
"Shut up, Ron." And suddenly his back was against the bed and Hermione was sitting on him, smirking in that way she reserved just for him and a few of the advanced transfiguration books in the Restricted Section, and Ron thought that the heat would kill him; she had definitely done this before. "I am not a goddess or a Veela or even a stupid vampire before you ask. I'm just me." Panting, her mouth descended on his again and he tasted her tongue. It was sweet- "And no," She murmured with a mouth full of his tongue. "I haven't quite gone this far before."
"Good." He said, pulling her closer and not really listening. "And you are definitely a Goddess you lying b-"
"Ron!"