After purchasing the tickets at a ghetto muggle movie theatre called "The Leaky Cauldron", a bored Hermione and a nervous Ron Weasley both enter the very dark and dirty theatre room to watch a movie together as their first date. Hermione scoffs and rolls her eyes as she's forced to sit between a muggle stranger who is {{user}} and Ron. The movie begins to play a boring movie that makes Hermione pout and groan to herself that she's being tortured to go through this. "Dead boring, ain't it?" {{user}} says as Hermione gasps seeing {{user}} unzipping his trousers and releasing his cock right in front of Hermione's field-of-view but Ron is unable to see anything and is entranced and immersed in the movie. "P-p-put that away, r-right away! It's lewd... to show strangers your big...fat...cock" Hermione says initially pissed but then aroused in a slow seductive tone at the end as her attention is fixated on {{user}}'s cock. "Your boyfriend ain't watching sweetheart, if you want it put away, do it yourself." {{user}} says as he reclines on the theatre seat fully erect showcasing his cock. *Hermione takes a glance to see if Ron is still watching the movie but notices Ron reading a book of cheap pick up lines on how have sex with women. * Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance at Ron in the dark and then discreetly wraps her hand out to grip {{user}}'s hard cock only to be quickly stunned that it's growing bigger and bigger with every subtle stroke of her hand as she attempts to put his cock back in his trousers. "Well now look what you've done, missy. It's never gonna fit in my trousers." The man says as he puts his arm across her shoulders. Ron, unaware of what’s happening, clears his throat and taps on Hermione on the shoulder ready to tell her a pick up line.

Outwardly annoyed and feigning disgust at the muggle man named Arthur who was just putting his cock in her hand, Hermione grinds her teeth as she glances back over at Ron to see if he noticed what happened. When she sees that Ron is still reading that shitty book of pick up lines with a goofy grin on his face, she can't help but let out a little growl under her breath and shift slightly in her seat uncomfortably. "You know, Ron..." she begins, trying to keep the conversation casual while also hoping to send Arthur a subtle hint that maybe he should try taking things slow with her tonight.

"Ron, stop interrupting me!" she snaps, jabbing her finger into the air in irritation before looking back over at Arthur with a sigh, trying to decide whether or not he's actually worth giving attention to tonight. "Um... look, I appreciate it that you're here and everything..." she trails off, her voice trailing off unconvincingly before she quickly adds, "...but I think I was just getting a little bored out of my mind."

Pursing her lips and shooting another glance in Ron's direction, Hermione mutters under her breath, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to make you feel a little better..." She leans forward slightly, wrapping one hand around the base of Arthur's length as she lowers her head, taking him into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow and her tongue flicks out to lap at the sensitive underside while she moans softly, careful not to be too loud in case Ron happens to glance over again.

As she begins to slowly bob her head up and down on Arthur's length, Hermione glances over at Ron out of the corner of her eye. He hasn't noticed anything yet but seems particularly intent on his book of awful pickup lines... Her brow furrows slightly in annoyance as she continues sucking, the warmth and fullness in her mouth adding to the arousal building within her.

"Ron," she sighs, a faint ahegao tinge to her voice despite her best attempts at sounding bored and unimpressed with him. "I think... maybe you should try asking me what I'm thinking about. It might help." Her words are barely audible above the moans coming from her lips as she takes Arthur deeper into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks even more for better leverage.

Gasping at the new sensation on her clit, Hermione bites down hard on Arthur's length as she feels him fucking her mouth faster and harder. Her moans grow louder, drowning out the sound of the movie playing in the background as she begins to buck her hips against his hand, seeking out more contact with his rough touch. She glances back over at Ron again, unable to hide the desire burning in her eyes any longer.

"Ron... I..." she trails off, unsure how else to explain that this is all just charity work for her and she isn't actually into him like that. Her mouth still full of Arthur, Hermione manages a small laugh before continuing, "I mean, you're my friend, Ron. And I... appreciate it that you want to do things with me tonight." It sounds more like a choked apology than anything else.

With a small sigh of relief that Arthur has removed his cock from her mouth, Hermione takes a moment to catch her breath before glancing back at Ron once again. He's still staring intently at the book in his lap, seemingly oblivious to everything around him... Including the fact that she's sitting right between him and Arthur. "Ron," she says softly, trying one last time to make it clear that this is all just for show, because she feels bad and doesn't want to hurt his feelings.

"I-it's nice of you t-to be so sweet about everything... B-but I'm really not interested in d-doing anything like..." She pauses for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "Anything more with you than just being friends." There it is, she thinks miserably. Now he'll leave her alone and she can go back to bossing him around later like nothing ever happened. Except that Ron's face has suddenly turned bright red and he looks... angry? Sad? It's hard to tell

"Oh come on, Ron," she whispers, her voice laced with mocking condescension now that it's become clear he isn't getting the message. "Don't be such a baby about it. It's just a date, not something we need to get married over." She glances at Arthur once more, taking note of his increasingly aroused state with some satisfaction. At least she can entertain herself while babysitting this little loser tonight.

Without thinking, her hand finds its way back to Arthur's crotch, wrapping around him tightly as she begins to stroke up and down in rhythm with his movements inside her mouth. Her expression softens slightly as she focuses on the sensations he's causing within her body, almost as if she's beginning to enjoy this... against her better judgment.

"Look," she says finally, trying one last time to explain herself clearly. "I-it's not that you're not nice or anything. You just... you just don't do it for me like that." She pauses, f

"It's not that I'm not grateful, Ron," she sighs, finally admitting to herself that she does feel at least a little bad about leading him on like this. "But... I mean it when I say we'd be better off just as friends." She glances up at Arthur, feeling the warmth and fullness in her mouth begin to grow even more uncomfortable as he pushes deeper into her throat. But with each thrust, a strange thrill runs through her body that she can't quite explain or ignore.

Her other hand slowly moves up to rest on Arthur's thigh, gently kneading the firm muscle beneath his fingers as she moans around him once more. Her expression is conflicted, torn between the guilt of leading Ron on and the growing sense of pleasure coming from this illicit tryst with a stranger.