Ron chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through her neck as he kissed the spot just under her ear. "He's right, Hermione - we need this, and while I'd really like to take my time exploring this luscious body, that's going to have to wait for later." He loosened his grip, turned her to face him and carefully placed her arms around his neck. He leaned in, his gaze so full of heated passion that Hermione nearly melted right then and there.
When his lips met hers, she couldn't stop the trembling that shimmered through her body. She hung on tightly as he nibbled at her mouth, barely registering his fingers at the waistband of her shorts. Then his hand was inside her panties, rough fingertips circling her sensitive bud as he pushed her shorts off her hips. He dipped one long finger into her wetness, then another, catching her cry in his mouth.
Hermione let her hands slide down over his broad chest, her fingers mapping the planes of his muscles all the way to the clasp of his pants. She opened them, nipping along his neckline as she reached inside, wrapping her hand around his cock. He was big, smooth, and oh-so-hard against her palm as she stroked him base to tip. She groaned as he slid his fingers out and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bunk bed and leaned her gently against the blankets. Holding her tightly with one arm he shoved his clothing out of the way with the other, entering her in one long, smooth thrust.
Hermione's head dropped back, her body thrumming with the intensity of unexpected emotion. She felt his lips on her chest, moving up her collarbone and over her neck, on the tip of her chin. She lifted her head, eyes closed as she waited to feel his mouth against hers once more.
"Open your eyes, Hermione," he breathed, and she did, slowly, afraid of what she would see. He pulsed inside her as she met his gaze, shocked at the intensity staring back at her. "You're mine, Hermione - when this is over, everyone is safe and this bloody war is over, it might take a while to get things sorted out. But I'll come to you. Promise you'll wait for me - that you'll give whatever this is a chance."
Hermione felt tears spilling slowly down her cheeks as he stilled, waiting. The request was so formal, and yet so primal. He was claiming her, marking her for his own, and instead of being insulted by it she found herself longing to belong to him. She wanted to believe that he wanted her, would still want her after all was said and done.
"I'm yours," she whispered against his lips. He rewarded her with a crushing kiss and began to move within her, sending spirals of pleasure rushing through her body. Hermione let her eyes close again, giving herself over completely to the feel of his lips moving down her neck, his body locked tightly to hers. She felt whole, as some part of her she hadn't even known was missing had been restored. Moving with him, she matched his movements as she gave herself over to passion.
Her body tightened as his thrusts came faster, more insistent. The tension wound stronger, exploding out from her core with a shocking intensity as she felt him come inside her. Then she was floating, all of the tension draining away as she collapsed in his arms. He hugged her against his chest, kissed her neck and then set her on her feet, making sure she could stand on her own before he turned away. He pulled his clothes together, then got her shorts, bending over and holding them for her to step in. Hermione's eyes teared up at yet another display of tender caring from this normally detached man. She buttoned up, and he tugged her gently over to sit by the fire.
"I'll go get Harry," he said, his voice raw and husky. "We should get moving again soon."