"Come inside Hermione, it's far too cold to be out at this time. Harry's fine and you know it. Can you please relax?" Ron said as he walked up to her side placing a large woolen jacket over her shoulders. He must have just taken it off as the warmth soaked through her thin top causing her to shudder - she hadn't realised how cold it had got.
"Yeah... I know," she replied quietly, turning her back to the peaceful scene below to enter their tent, Ron followed her inside.
"Incendio." Ron muttered pointing at the small black heater in the corner of the tent's main living area as fire burst from his wand setting the wood in it alight. Hermione placed herself on the threadbare love-seat closet to the fire as warmth began to radiate from it, thawing her numb fingers. Ron sat next to her, his eyes resting on her face. She was beautiful - of that he was one hundred percent sure. He appreciated the curve of her heart shaped lips, her long lashes throwing shadows onto her full cheeks which had been made pink by the cold outside air, her breasts straining slightly against the cotton of her top, the line of her hip hugged by her jeans, her small feet curled up against the cold as she had just kicked her boots off. A small smile began to play on his lips.
"What?" she asked, stumped by the expression on Ron's face.
"It's nothing..." he sighed, "Come 'ere," and he reached over, slipping his arm behind her shoulders and embracing her small frame into his chest. Had he always been this big? Hermione thought to herself, her hand falling comfortably against his chest as she was tucked to his side. He shifted his weight beneath her, his muscles rippling under her hand. Had he always been this strong?
"Ron?" she asked gently. He didn't reply but took a deep breath, his heart speeding up just enough for Hermione to detect as her ear was pressed up against him. "I - uh. Thanks. You know, for everything. I know it's harder for you, with your family. They'll be okay,"
"Yeah..." he let out with a sigh, his voice deep and heavy causing his whole chest to rumble. Hermione smiled, she hadn't realised how much Ron had grown up. The gawky teenager too tall for his own good filled her mind, and now, the man who sat beside her - how far they had all come since the peaceful times of Hogwarts. Sadness filled her heart for those lost times but she was glad to be alive, glad to be with her two best friends. Harry who had been the best brother figure anyone could ask for and as for Ron... well, Ron was Ron. That was complex to say the least.
He moved his hand so it rested on the bare skin of Hermione's arm drawing gentle random patterns with his fingers raising hairs in his path. He trailed his fingers up to her elbow, then moved his hand to her face, tracing her jawline. She tilted her head up to look into his deep blue eyes, his lips moved down to meet hers.
Their kiss started off tender, slowly building into something more forceful. Hermione moved her body towards Ron, a hand running up his chest, feeling his muscles through his t-shirt, feeling the back of his neck and grabbing a handful of his hair. A soft moan escaped her lips as Ron's hands explored her body, feeling her curves and squeezing her rounded buttocks. Her head moved to his neck, sucking and biting softly at his skin, hands moving determinedly down his body.
"Are you sure Hermione?" he asked
"Of course I am. I have never been more sure of anything."
With that their passion changed, it became more urgent, intense. Ron lifted her off the small and battered love-seat, she wrapped her legs around his hips. His lips crushed down on hers, his tongue tracing the line of her perfect mouth. Supporting her weight with his large arms as he kneaded her backside, their actions became more urgent as he made his way to the small bed just off the main living area.
He sat on the end of the bed and they untangled themselves from each other. Hermione was on her knees over him and used this small gap from the intensity she felt when kissing to ditch her shirt making Ron groan.
"You are so sexy," he told her, removing his top also. His smooth flesh showing the sculpted muscles below, Hermione couldn't help but reach out and trace his abs with her hands. A pleased chuckle escaped her lips as she shimmied herself onto the floor. She reached for the button on his jeans, he raised his hips to allow his jeans and underwear to be taken off. His large cock protruding from his carved body, Hermione moved her mouth towards it, licking from base to tip, a hand moving to his balls, rolling them around in her hand whilst she sucked, licked and rubbed his dick. Ron moaned whilst she worked.
"Hermione, you're gonna have to stop that or I am gonna come." He gasped as she plunged her mouth further down on him.
She stood up and squirmed out of her tight jeans revealing her simple cotton thong which meant she was standing there in front of him in nothing but her underwear. He couldn't help himself. He grabbed her hips and yanked her onto him, laying back. She let out a small squeal as he did so. His movements were frantic as he fumbled with the clasp on the back of Hermione's bra, finally managing to release her breasts whilst she explored his mouth with her tongue. Their touch left a trail of fire and sent shivers along each other's bodies, pleasure welling within them. Ron's mouth moved down her body, his talented tongue lapping at her neck, collar bone, shoulder, breast. He explored the sensitive area of her torso, his hot breath tickled her skin.
He softly drew circles on the back of her thigh inching slowly closer to the crease where her buttock attached to her leg. He rolled her over so he was on top of her, her legs were hooked around him and she could tell he was carefully carrying his weight on his elbows so he would not crush her however she just wanted him closer. She wrapped her arms around his chest arching her back off the bed, pulling her body up until their chests met, their lips dancing together. The whole time Ron's hand was moving down her stomach, creeping closer to the top of her thong, making her gasp.
He slid his thumb just under the elastic, tracing a half moon on her flesh. His hand pushed further down under the plain black fabric, his fingertips rubbed against the bundle of incredibly sensitive nerves between Hermione's thighs, he slid his middle finger between her warm and wet lips. She let out a moan, shutting her eyes in pleasure as Ron plummeted two fingers into her, the base of his palm grinding her clitoris. Her legs tightened around him but he loosened himself from her grasp so he was able to completely remove her underwear.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too Hermione. I always have, and I always will," Ron replied tenderly in her ear as he gently bit her lobe.
With that he penetrated her. His whole length filling her, like two pieces of a puzzle they fitted perfectly. For Hermione there was a sharp pain as his girth stretched her tight body, it was not comfortable, but as she had heard after 6 years in an all-girls dormitory - the pain would pass. As they went on the pleasure built. Pure lust and pure love fogged their brains as they continued until the sun had set.
Harry was due back shortly and so they just lay together on the bed holding each other, no words had to be spoken. They just were not needed.