A/N: I apologize if this is sloppy and lacking in writing skills in general. It's been a while since I've done this, so I'm just starting to get back into the swing of things. No need to be gentle, don't worry. Criticism would be useful right about now. I also apologize that this is so short. Just a quick prologue. I have no idea where this story will go. I'm not even entirely sure I have a plot. I'm just writing. And hopefully not self-reflecting... I should be getting the first chapter up within the hour. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, or lack thereof.

Hermione sighed impatiently as Ron placed a sloppy kiss on her neck, his thrusts into her becoming jerky and losing any semblance of rhythm they once had. Taking her sound of discontentment as a moan of pleasure, he placed several more sloppy kisses upon her neck and shoulders.

Hermione wondered what in God's name was taking him so long. She wasn't surprised to find herself watching the clock. She always did. Seven minutes had already elapsed.

Hermione tried to look as if she was enjoying herself, opening her mouth a bit and rolling her eyes back. Ron faced her and came in for a kiss on the lips while his climax shuddered through him. He groaned and then collapsed on top of her, restricting her ability to breathe. She could feel his sweaty body against her own and found herself repulsed by the man on top of her.

The past couple of months of her newfound sex life had pretty much consistently gone this way. She was disappointed from the very first time.

This is not how it goes in the movies. Hell, it's sexier in those muggle science textbooks, she thought. Ron rolled off of her after regaining his breath.

"That... was amazing. You're amazing," Ron said, nuzzling into her neck. Hermione couldn't help but squirm at his compliment, considering how she felt about the whole experience. "Is something wrong?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbow. He looked so concerned. She couldn't help lying to keep him happy.

"No, everything is perfect." She smiled sweetly at him, placing a small peck on his nose. After all, she was pretty sure she loved him. She hated to see him unhappy, and she thoroughly enjoyed his company when clothes and conversation were involved. No, that was just a lie. In reality, Ron never talked about anything other than quidditch and it bored Hermione to tears. Anytime she tried talking about anything she was interested in, he would somehow change the subject back to quidditch. But still, he tried to listen. In all reality, they had nothing going for them other than all they had experienced together between six years of friendship and a year of war. Was that enough?

She couldn't bear the thought of breaking up with him. It would hurt her, and she knew it would devastate him.

But she wanted someone she had something in common with, and she so desperately wanted that hot, wild sex she couldn't keep herself from reading about in her romantic novels. She knew the storylines were complete shit, but she had to get off somehow, didn't she? She tried, anyway, by living vicariously through the always large-breasted female characters with names like Anastasia and Carmen. Although, she would never admit to reading these types of novels.

All she wanted was a little spontaneity. Something more than five thrusts, a grunt and a mess to clean up after. Looking over at the sweet man falling asleep next to her, she knew she would never get it.

Hermione had changed a lot since the war. She had become a harder person. She would no longer take shit from anyone. She couldn't bring herself to care what anyone thought of her anymore, either. She often found herself saying things that she never would have said in her wildest dreams as a young, innocent Hermione. She had seen far too much. Felt far too much. There was no way she could go back to being the girl that she once was. She realized there were much more important things in life than school and reputations. Now, she found more joy in the smaller things in life, and no longer took anything for granted. Her friends and her boyfriend had become her life, and she was not ready to lose them anytime soon. This is what kept her from ending things with Ron.