In this series I will be uploading oneshots based off ten prompts that I have come up with as part of a Fic Fest I am hosting over on my Tumblr blog, RomioneSmut. During the month of September (4th – 25th) writers will submit stories (500 – 2000 words), based on these prompts. There is a voting process that will happen, and prizes and awards given out. For more details, you may go to my profile for the link, or just search 2015 RomioneSmut Fuckfest. Everything you need to know is on my blog.

I will not be entering into my own fest, however I wanted to write a fic for each one, because why not, right? I will be sharing them on my blog first, and then uploading here after a few days. Each prompt will be uploaded as a new chapter, so if you'd like to read more make sure you are following this 'story', or my blog. Yay for more smut!

Rated M for obvious reasons…

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Prompt #1: Backseat of a Car

"For the love of Merlin and all that is magic, please don't let me run over any children or animals today."

"Amen to that," Hermione muttered as she buckled her seatbelt. She shut her eyes and sucked in an extremely deep breath.

"Which one is the break again?"

"Oh, my god," she breathed out.

"I'm just fucking with you," Ron said with a chuckle, then jumped when she smacked him hard on the shoulder. "Oh relax, love, we've done this at least two times before. I know what I'm doing."

"Twice does not an expert make, Ron," Hermione snapped, pulling on his seatbelt to make sure it was secure.

"You keep this up every time, and I'm likely to actually run over something. Or, I dunno, into something."

"You can't say things like that! I should drive. Or we can apparate. There's no need for you to learn to drive, you know. Besides, this is technically illegal. It's not like you're going for your license."

"I know," Ron said with a shrug. "It's just for fun. I can get my license later, when we have kids, and then I can teach them." He smiled brilliantly at her and she groaned. The thought of their future children in the car was endearing, yet terrifying.

"Fine, let's get this over with," she said quickly, and then took another deep breath.

Ron's hand cupped her shoulder and she looked over at his smiling face that was warm and confident. "It'll be fine, Hermione."

"Okay, I'm calm. I promise! ...Just start the damn car."

He turned the ignition and grinned happily when the engine roared to life. As they passed oncoming traffic Hermione held her breath, then released it when they moved on unscathed. His stops and turns weren't as sudden or hesitant as before, although he did miss one stop sign. She gaped at him, but he merely shrugged it off. She had promised not to be such a nag, however, she still had a white knuckle grip on her seat.

"See? This isn't so difficult," he said cockily, wiggling his brows at her and tapping the wheel with two long freckled fingers. "Whaddaya say we take this baby somewhere more… private?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, distracted by her hawk eye watch on the road and the parked cars alongside her.

"Is there a place we could, I dunno, park this thing? And, well, you know…" He jerked his head in the direction of the backseat and gave her a side-eyed glance, along with a knowing smirk.

Hermione furrowed her brow, shocked. "This is my dad's car, Ron! We can't do that! That's… that's-"

"-incredibly fucking hot? Not that it's your dad's car. But, to shag in a car? Don't people do that? I mean, it's like a bed back there!"

They had turned onto a more deserted road that reminded her of a place: a lot where an old water tower stood abandoned. She remembered her dad used to take her out for long car rides and they'd drive all over the area, exploring new places, and Hermione remembered it was isolated even then...

"You're thinking about it!" Ron said, pointing a finger at her. She pushed his hand away from her nose and folded her arms, looking out the window.

"I am not. Pay attention to the road."

"Yes, you are, and you definitely know of a place. I can tell. Spit it out, woman."

She looked over at him, at the precise moment sunlight bounced on his head as they moved along the uneven road. He raked his hand through, causing the strands of gold and amber to stand on end, then he shook his head to make them fall right back where they were before.

"Fine," she sighed, with a hint of frustration and anger. She hated how her hormones always seemed to want to flare up at the simplest things he did: such as running his hands through his hair, or scratching his chin when he forgot to shave for two days. Ridiculous.

"Just tell me where to turn, love," he said excitedly. She hated to admit that his excitement was contagious.

"Keep going straight and then make a right. I'll guide you from there. It's been a long time, so it might be closed off," she warned, but he wouldn't be deterred.

He concentrated on the road ahead and turned when she said, then drove more slowly when they were suddenly on a dirt road, and the trees on either side were closer to the car.

"Are you sure this is it?"

"There it is!" She pointed out the open window at a run-down water tower ahead. It was in the middle of a clearing and grass seemed to have grown over the road that led up to it. But it was there, as abandoned as ever.

"Brilliant," Ron said softly, coming to a stop next to it. They both peered up at the tower, gazing at the peeling paint and rotting metal and wood.

"Right, so now what?" Hermione said, suddenly feeling nervous. They had shagged before, many times, in their three years together. But it had always been in private. Being here, even in the car, she still felt exposed and vulnerable.

He noticed her apprehension and turned off the car, turning his body toward her in his seat behind the wheel. "We don't have to do it, you know. I'm happy just being here with you. This is actually really cool." He looked around at their surroundings and smiled.

"Can we just maybe snog a bit?"

His smile widened and he nodded. "Blimey, yes."

She turned to him, one leg bent to mimic his position, and leaned in, meeting him halfway across the seats. Her hands went in his hair at the nape of his neck, and his grabbed at her waist. They breathed out as their lips and tongues moved across, inside, and around one another's. Ron kissed down her jaw, then her neck, and she gasped when he latched onto her earlobe. He tried pulling her closer, but the console between them impeded their efforts for further contact.

Breathing heavily, with hormones out of control for so many reasons besides Ron's hair or scratchy chin, Hermione pulled away, leaning her forehead against his.

"Backseat?"

Ron nodded vigorously, his head knocking into hers, making her laugh. "Fuck yeah."

He released her, almost knocking her backwards as he awkwardly climbed over the console and squeezed sideways through the opening between the seats. His legs were still poking through so Hermione leaned back and grabbed his ankle, pushing until they were over the seat. She heard a thump and a groan, and peered over the headrest to see Ron sprawled out on the backseat and floor.

"Are you alright? Don't get your dirty trainers on the upholstery, Ron!" She reached over and swatted his legs until he was finally sitting upright.

"Bloody hell, that was harder than I thought it would be."

She giggled at him; He looked so bewildered and large back there, legs spread wide, bare knees butting up against the back of her seat.

"You were about as graceful as a baby deer," Hermione quipped, then yelped when Ron reached around to poke her side.

"Oi! Come back here with me. Let's see how well you do."

Hermione decided to carry on the fun by not using the door, and went in feet first, sitting on the console and using the sides of the front seats as leverage. However, she underestimated the width of the space and her hips became stuck.

"Help me, please?" she asked pathetically and reached toward Ron who was doubled over laughing. "Ron! Do you want to shag, or not?"

That sobered him quick enough to grab her hands and pull so hard that she felt herself come loose, and toppled forward onto Ron in a heap.

"You're not funny," she said, her hands braced on his shoulders.

"I got you," he said, his voice husky and very close to her ear. She wore her hair up in a ponytail so when she felt his breath hit her neck a shiver went down her spine. "Here," he said, moving her easily to sit on his lap, her legs straddling his thighs.

"My head is going to hit the ceiling," she said, looking up and pressing her palm on the soft material overhead.

With his hands securely attached to her waist, he slid down and then sideways until he was laying on the seat with his knees bent at a weird angle and his chin on his chest.

"This isn't going to work. You're too tall," Hermione groaned, about to tell him to forget it.

"No, wait," he said, then carefully turned them so she was laying flat on the seat and he hovered over her. Her legs were open, one foot on the seat, the other flat on the floor. Ron had one knee between her legs, the other pressed against her knee that was dangling off the seat. He apologized for stepping on her trainers, but she didn't care, instead pulling him down to kiss her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up to press against his body.

"This is… good," she said, smiling up at his triumphant face. She felt his hands touch the bare skin of her back and moaned softly. He kissed her again, this time harder and with more purpose. Now that they got the logistics out of the way she felt herself melt into him, letting him take over as this was his brilliant, yet crazy, idea.

Ron quickly unbuttoned her shorts and, with some maneuvering on both their parts, was able to remove it, and her knickers, dropping them to the floor. He was wearing athletic shorts so it was easy for her to push them down to his knees.

"Leave it," he muttered before attaching his lips to hers again in a frenzy of impatience and lust. Hands were rubbing and kneading exposed skin, hot and sweaty from the humidity of the summer air and the cramped space. Hermione pulled at his shirt, reaching underneath and raking her nails along his back. She felt emboldened, naughty for doing something so very much against the rules.

"Fuck, Hermione," Ron murmured, lifting his hips and reaching down between them to rub his cock along her slit. "You're so fucking wet. You minx." He chuckled then hissed as he entered her, making her expel a low groan that vibrated her entire body.

"Oh, my god… I can't believe… we're doing… this," she panted as he slid in, and then out, of her at a hurried pace. Sweat beaded on his brow as he looked down at her with squinted eyes and a bit lip. The sound of slapping wet skin filled the interior of the car, along with Hermione's whimpers and Ron's grunts. His foot slipped and he caught himself, his hand halfway out the open window. He apologized again, and she shut him up with her mouth, thrusting her tongue between his lips while he thrust his cock between hers below.

"Shit… I'm gonna cum," he grunted as he squeezed her hip with one hand, the other still braced against the door. Hermione arched her back, pushing her sweaty vest covered chest against his and reached down to grab his arse.

Waves of pleasure hitting her from the inside out; the friction from his hard cock, and the explosion of his release made her gasp loudly and her body to become rigid for one blinding moment.

Then he was on top of her, pressing her into the backseat of her father's car, limp and breathless.

"I can't believe we just did that," he laughed into her neck.

Hermione patted Ron's bum and sighed, reveling in the weight of his body on top of hers.

"I'll never be able to look at this car the same way again."

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