(All in Hermione's memory)

Her life had been blissfully beautiful since graduation. The war had changed things, and everyone had a new lease on life. Harry had proposed marriage to Ginny Weasley, and upon completion of her final year, they were to be married. Likewise, Ron had proposed to Hermione after the war. Hermione was godsmacked, as she and Ron had only recently realized their feelings for one another. Ron justified the engagement by claiming that they had known each other for nearly 8 years, and he was through denying his love for her. On a whim, in a moment of passion, she had said 'yes.'

They married at the end of August, just before Ginny had to return to Hogwarts one last time. It was definitely a whirlwind wedding, but Hermione wanted to wed before Ron and Harry began auror training, and she started at the ministry. It was a simple and beautiful wedding, and even Ron was teary at the alter, although no one other than the minister and Hermione had seen it. Hermione would never tell anyone that Ron had cried at their wedding. It was her own private memory that reminded her of the kind of man she married.

The honeymoon had been something akin to a disaster and a delight all at once. They were only 18 years old, and had only recently engaged in kissing. In fact, they had spent their wedding night with their backs to one another, nervously anticipating the other making a move. Neither made a move, and so they fell asleep with nervous stomachs and flushing cheeks, he in his flannel pajamas, and she in her knee length, blue satin gown. The next day, they had explored the beautiful beaches that Greece had to offer. They were quiet, nervous, embarrassed, and above all else…still virgins. The two ate dinner and enjoyed talking about their upcoming careers, Harry and Ginny's wedding, and the Granger's return from Austrailia.

That night, after dinner, they again crawled into the king sized bed, pulling the covers up to their chins, staring at the ceiling, breathing quietly, and not daring to move. Each, in their own minds, had been thinking how ridiculous this all was. Ron and Hermione both were thinking about it, imagining it, lusting for it, but utterly terrified that IT wouldn't live up to expectations. Finally, Hermione took a deep, distracting breath and spoke.

"This is ridiculous. Here we are, on our honeymoon, acting as if we're still just friends on a holiday. You've decided that it was a mistake to marry me, haven't you? You don't desire me in that way?"

Ron flushed at her bluntness, and pained at her words. He heard the shame in her voice, and felt bad for not being a better husband.

"Don't think that." Ron stated. "I love you, you're beautiful. Of course I want you in that way…it's just…well I…"

Hermione had turned on her side to look at Ron, who was still staring at the ceiling. Her brow furrowed, and she cautiously stretched her arm out, placing her hand on Ron's chest.

"I'm nervous too. So, let's just kiss, and if something else happens, it does, if it doesn't, it will eventually."

Ron gently took Hermione's hand as he rolled over to face her. His blue eyes focused on her face, searching for some look of frustration or resentment in her deep brown eyes. He saw only love, and so, he moved in and kissed his wife. She returned his kiss with equal love and tenderness as she grazed his cheek with her hand. Up to this moment, Ron had been reserved with his own hand movements, but now he allowed his hand to trail tenderly up and down her back, drawing her even closer to him. Their kisses slowly developed into petting, and then Ron was kissing Hermione's neck. The heat between them was undeniable and increasing by the moment. At the same moment, another thing was growing between them, and the two young lovers stopped abruptly before blushing.

"I told you I thought of you in that way." Ron said, leaning in to kiss Hermione's neck.

To Ron's surprise, Hermione pushed him away, looking at him for a moment, her eyes twinkling slightly. She smiled nervously before reaching underneath the blanket and then pulling her gown up over her head. Ron also removed his shirt, and the two of them resumed kissing. It wasn't awkward, it just was, and without thinking, Ron rolled over and clumsily straddled Hermione, never removing his lips from her skin. Hermione gasped slightly as the weight of Ron's body pressed a little upon her. Hermione made a decision at that moment not to initiate anything else, to allow Ron to be the man that she knew he could be.

Slowly and attentively, Ron began to focus on Hermione's breasts. In his head, there was no such person with a more perfect body than his wife. Hermione contentedly sighed and moaned a little as Ron took one of her breasts in his mouth, all the while, one of his hands was playing with the waistband of her knickers, tickling her hip ever so slightly. Without thinking, Hermione's hands had found their way to the waistband of his pajama bottoms, pulling anxiously at them. For a moment, Ron hesitated, stopping his ministrations, and smiled down at his wife. He pulled at his bottoms and eventually kicked them off. Hermione's eyes widened at the feel of Ron's erection between her legs. She was surprised that he had not been wearing boxers. At this moment, the only thing preventing any real sexual contact were her cotton knickers.

Ron and Hermione continued kissing, and Hermione's nerves were building. She was confused by the two separate messages she was receiving. The first message was that from her body, the one that told her how good and right everything was feeling…the one that begged for more. However, a more dominating feeling was emanating from her head, the one that was terrified of how it might feel, of how she might be, of whether or not she would please her husband. Hermione's body was quite ready, but still, she tensed. Ron felt her tense and stopped.

"We don't have to Hermione. We can wait. I can just go take a cold shower. I want you to be comfortable."

"I want to Ron…really I do. We're married, and it's what newlyweds do. I just…I'm nervous. And, to be honest, I don't think waiting will make a difference. Just tell me before you do something. Now just let me…" Hermione stopped talking and after a few seconds, Ron felt something beyond arousing, something sensual, something provocative. He was now covering her body with his own, and there were no barriers between them. She had removed her knickers, and it was flesh on flesh.

"Can I see you?" Hermione asked. Ron looked down at her with shock.

"Only if I can see you." He replied. He felt his erection throb at the thought of seeing his wife naked, for the first time, knowing before he saw her that she had a beautiful body.

They again lay side by side before throwing the blanket off their bodies, which were glistening slightly with sweat. Ron sat up first, turning to look down at his wife's naked form. She was as he imagined her to be, gorgeous. Her breasts, which he now fully took in were the perfect shape and size to fit in his hands. He noticed her nipples were erect and tweaked. He wanted to feel them again, hold them in his mouth, but he didn't. He allowed his eyes to roam downwards, over her flat stomach and the tiny naval that dipped inward only slightly. Her taught body was flawless, save a small scar on her left side, a memento from the 5th year ministry incident. His eyes then rested on the small, dainty patch of hair between her legs. She blushed, when she saw where her husband's eyes were focused. He smiled as he took in the way her thighs joined with her womanly area, and yet, up to this moment she had been untouched by anyone. He marveled at this, knowing how rare it was in this day in age that two young newlyweds could share their first time with each other. He ached to discover her more intimately, but forced himself to look her in the eye again.

"Hermione…you are more beautiful in real life than you are in my dreams. You have no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed. You are gorgeous, beyond anyone in a magazine." The moment he said it, he regretted it.

"A magazine? You've looked at women in magazines? Well, tell me this Ronald, do the women in magical magazines move, because I imagine that would make it far more entertaining?!" Hermione reached down and pulled the covers over her.

"Baby…I love you, it's a compliment. It's not like I have a collection or anything, it's just that Fred and George showed me one when I started dating Lavender, so I'd know…you know…so I'd know what to do. I never needed it though, and I never saw the magazine again. Please don't be mad at me." Ron pulled at her, and she softened.

"I feel so naïve and embarrassed…I've never seen…It's just that I thought we were on the same level, but you've seen a naked woman, and I've never seen a naked man." Hermione said, her voice shaking nervously.

"Well you're going to tonight wife." Ron said playfully, and pulled her up. "Whenever you're ready, I'm all yours." He lay back proudly, awaiting her roaming eyes.

Hermione giggled a little, before throwing the blanket off of her and sitting up. She stared strait ahead for a moment while gathering herself. Hermione took a deep breath and turned towards Ron. She first saw his smiling face, and noticed his hands folded behind his head. She smiled to herself, pondering why men were always so proud of themselves. Her eyes then roamed over his chest, and she was shocked at how toned his body was. How had she not noticed this before? How had she not realized that Ron was not a skinny boy anymore, but a man who worked hard at sports, and had always been extremely physical. She fought the urge to run her hand over his bare chest. This was about looking, not touching, and she quickly realized that she was turned on by this look, don't touch thing. Her eyes continued downward, as she rested them on his naval and the dark red hair that gathered around it. She noticed that his abs were as equally toned as his upper body, and she so desired to kiss every inch of them. Again, she focused on the naval area, following the trail of auburn to his manhood. She would have liked to have told him how beautiful it was, but it wasn't. It wasn't vulgar or ugly, it was just manly. She noticed how veins were popped out along the shaft, and she wanted to touch them, thinking that they must be causing some pain. She noticed how large he was, that he was, by her guess 8 or more inches long, and his girth was equally impressive. She tensed for a moment again, wandering how he would fit, but relaxed again remember that this was her husband, the love of her life, who would not hurt her. She was a little surprised at how thick his hair was down there, and furthermore how thick it was on his thighs. His thighs that seemed so strong and developed. She had an overwhelming urge to kiss every inch of the inside of his thigh, teasing him as she licked the crease where his thigh met his hip.

Quietly she lay back down on the bed, releasing a deep breath that she didn't know she had been holding. She smiled brightly, thinking of her husband, thinking that this was the night that they were no longer to be Ron and Hermione, but husband and wife, joined to one being. She had barely processed her feelings of seeing her naked husband, before he was on top of her, kissing her, and she could sense he was smiling. She smiled back. "I love you Hermione." Ron whispered. "I've always loved you, and I want you. Please, tell me now if you're not ready, because I don't know that I'll be able to stop." Ron continued kissing his wife, straddling her, his member aching with need. He allowed his tongue to trail over her breasts, his hands moving along her thighs, and then…very subtly, over her femaleness. He felt her shutter underneath him, and he continued his ministrations, hoping she wasn't going to stop him.

Hermione lay there, with her husband on top of her, nervously awaiting the moment when he would be inside of her. Part of her wanted the foreplay to never end, and part of her wanted to move onto the main event, and get it out of the way. All the talk, all the nerves, and much like her first kiss, she just wanted it to be over, so she could move past shock and onto the actual thrill of it. Her mind lingered for a moment on Viktor, remembering how much she had enjoyed snogging, after the initial first kiss. Hermione shook it off, her thoughts returning to her husband, whose need was pressing anxiously against her entrance. Her eyes caught Ron's for a moment, as he looked into her very soul. "I'm going to now." He said, as his eyes remained locked with his wife's. Hermione nodded.

Very slowly, Ron pushed his aching erection into Hermione's virginal center. He remained focused on Hermione's eyes, which widened as he pushed in a little further. He felt a tinge of guilt as she winced, and stopped, but Hermione whispered to him, "It's okay, I'm okay." And he continued his movement into her. He felt as if he was dying and being born all at once. It was killing him to have to go so slow, when all he wanted was her tightness and the friction between them to bring him to ecstasy, and yet, he had never in his life felt anything so physically wonderful…the way she gripped him was almost enough to make him cry. He then noticed, as he was all the way inside her, that she was crying…only slightly, but she was…and he almost lost his erection. It wasn't supposed to be like this…he wasn't supposed to be so wrapped up in emotion. This was what man and wife did together, and they were both supposed to have pleasure…not man receiving pleasure and woman receiving pain. He waited again, buried inside his wife.

Hermione had felt something give, something tear, as he had filled her with his manhood, and she could no longer hold back the tears that had threatened throughout his entrance to her. She took a deep breath, before blinking away the last of her tears. She took Ron's face in her hands and kissed him. "Make love to me Ronald." Ron leaned down and kissed her back, covering her mouth with his own as he began to move his hips slowly. Hermione's breathing was heavy and uneven, and his breathing had increased. He felt the need to go faster, as the pressure within him was building. He resisted, willing himself to go slow and steady his pace. However, he was taken aback, when Hermione grabbed his bum, and pulled him deeper into her. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment and searched her eyes. "Faster." Hermione whispered between her unsteady breathing. Ron did not ask again, and he quickened his pace, happy to have her desiring it. He did notice that Hermione herself had not yet taken any initiative to move her hips, and the pang of guilt returned. He wanted her to be active in their love making, wanted her to cum for him, but realized that sex in real life was not like it was in the cinema…a muggle thing, which Hermione had introduced him to…no, sex was something to be practiced and perfected, and women needed different things to help them achieve their peaks.

Hermione lay there on the bed as her husband was pumping in and out of her more quickly. It was no longer painful, but it was not quite at the pleasure level which she had imagined it would be. It was still foreign to her, indeed, her husband inside her was a bit foreign to her. There would be other times she thought to herself, and she did very much enjoy the intimacy that she was sharing with her husband, the fact that at the moment they were one being, the fact that her body could give her husband such immense pleasure. It was enough to satisfy her. She would experiment with him later, and her lips crept up into a smile as she began to think of ways her husband might help her achieve such happiness. It was at that moment, that a shutter of pleasure overcame her, and she realized that while Ronald was pumping away, his hand was stroking a particularly sensitive area of her femaleness. She was not stupid, and she knew what he was rubbing, but somehow, she hadn't thought that Ron would know to rub it. A moan escaped her lips, and her hips twitched slightly. Sweat was pouring down Ron's face and chest, and he was mumbling words of passion, while he tried to bring himself to release. "You're so tight…I'm not going to…awww…you want it harder do you?" Ron was working harder and harder, pounding into her furiously, and forgetting her earlier tears. He steadied himself with one hand, and removed the other hand from Hermione's clit, wanting to again play with her breasts, which were bouncing furiously with each of Ron's thrusts. And then, with a loud grunt and a deep thrust, she felt his warmth spill into her, filling her aching core. He thrust into her a few more times, before he was spent, and collapsed on top of her, his sweat combining with hers.

She breathed in deeply, taking in his scent, realizing it was a sweet combination of her sweat and his, mixed in with his natural muskiness. It turned her on, and she felt warmth fill her. She loved being with Ron, and although she didn't cum…the feeling of him inside her, the look on his face as she brought him to pleasure…it was enough. For that moment, the moment the young married couple lost their virginity to one another, it was enough. She felt him pull out of her and roll to her side, pulling her close to him, spooning her, and fondling her breasts a little, as they lay naked and spent. They had created a bond that night…a bond that nobody could destroy…a bond that would carry on to the edge of time.

Ron and Hermione had made love many more times on their honeymoon, each time getting better, and each day denying that the honeymoon would come to an end. Ron was pleased with the fact that Hermione had become a more active lover, that she had initiated sex just as often Ron had, that she had been willing to explore new positions, and that after a fair amount of effort Hermione had climaxed. Ron was learning what he needed to do bring her to orgasm, and though it did not happen every time, it was happening more frequently.

The two of them bask in the glow of their honeymoon, two young lovers, refusing to acknowledge the sadness waiting to envelop them upon their return. Ron would leave with Harry for auror training, and Hermione would be alone, in their small flat, coming and going to and from the ministry. It would be a difficult first year, once their blissful honeymoon ended. Then again, it was part of the reason for their hasty marriage. They had not wanted to part with only a promise. The two of them required commitment, to know that someone loved them, waited for them, wanted them.