I don't own any of this, sadly. Also, I can't say I'll update consistently, don't hate me! This is my first fic so please be kind, and PM me with any spelling/grammar errors you come across. Happy reading.
Ron held her by her hands, the signature half grin across his face. He let out a small huff before taking a deep breath.
"I'm in love with you Hermione." He rolled his shoulders back, brought himself to full height as he smiled back down at her, tears already filling her eyes. "I've loved you since we were children. I was a right prick when we were kids, but I know better now. You've taught me what it is to be a good person, a great wizard. Every day you teach me. Every day I find myself falling more and more in love with you." He let one hand travel up her arm, watching it glide up her arm, her jacket still dirty and ripped, small scratches on her collar bone, he gently took her chin and dragged his thumb across her split lip before looking in her eyes. "Be mine."
***Four weeks later***
"You're so wet." Ron muttered, fingers delved in between Hermoine's legs. He was torturing her, he knew he was. He liked her best like this. Wrists bound together, over her head, secured to the wall. Laying on her back, her breathing was shallow, her eyelids were fluttering open and closed. She had a beautiful mouth. Ron slowly moved his head to her, lips closing in. He liked to feel them pressed against his own, before he slipped his tongue in, mimicking the actions of his fingers on her nether lips. His finger traced the slit of her, already moist. She liked it slow. Well, she liked it, period. But he coaxed the best orgasms out of her when he took his time.
"Nnnuh." Hermoine grunted. Ron was always proudest of himself in these moments. Imagine Ronald Weasley, actually rendering Hermione Granger speechless.
"Not particularly loquacious today, Love?" He grinned against her neck, breathing heavily on her. It drove her mad. He pressed his mouth to hers again, tongue skimming quickly along her cleft as his finger worked it's way up and down. He shoved his tongue in quickly, slipping two fingers in at once. His cock stiffened, her pussy was absolutely weeping for him. "My wet minx, I can feel your quim is quivering for me." He pushed his fingers further in, if he felt just right he could feel...ah, there it was. Her cervix. Sex had been slow going at first. Mostly it was just Ron getting his rocks off in her. Until one day a book on female anatomy (and the mystery of the female orgasm) made its way under his pillow. A book, of course SHE would consider that a gift. It was, though, quite a gift. In the cumming days- coming days he corrected himself- he found once he was able to pleasure her, she couldn't get enough of him.
"Oh please Rona-" Her own gasp cut her off, nearly choked on it. His mouth was cool against her breast. He kept his mouth covering her breast, and swirled his tongue around her nipple most deliciously. The right arm he was laying on was starting to fall asleep, time to bring out the big guns. He snuck his thumb behind her ear and reached back. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the border of her hair line and gave her a good tug.
"You like that Love?" He could see the column of her neck perfectly, he could make out her pulse, at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She only groaned in response. Surprisingly, she enjoyed dirty talk, and it was almost a stress reliever for him- it was pretty much the only time he could get a word in. "You like this rough stuff? When I've got my fingers, soaking with your cum, pumping in n out of you. Bet you'll like this too." He took her nipple into his mouth and caught it between his teeth, loving the delicate breath she took in the anticipation. Would he bite it this time? She attempting to glance down and catch the look on his face. He chuckled, tugging her a bit harder to keep her head back.
No biting this time... he just held her tip there, lapping at it with the tip of his tongue. It drove her crazy. She was getting antsy, it was getting late and tomorrow was an early day. Her lips parted and she moaned. He could only take so much of the noises she made before he gave in. It was a competition, and she was always competitive. She wiggled her hips. She could hear it, the sound of his fingers deep inside her, driving in and out. It almost sounded like a wave crashing on land. She was dripping. The sound of her own wetness only spurred her more and his fingers wound start to tire soon.
That's when he did it. His thumb flicked out, lightly pressing just around the base of her clit. She was building herself up nicely. He watched as her breasts pushed forward, hungry for attention. Her nipples already hard, he took one in his mouth and gave short hard sucks. He couldn't take it anymore. The walls around his fingers, still driving in and out of her, were clamping and releasing. She was close. He quickly withdrew his hand from her, earning a growl from his lover.
"Ron!" She furrowed her eyebrow, scowling. Her face relaxed a bit "Please..." she starting to beg.
"Please what, Hermione?" He looked down on her, that stupid, disgustingly charming half-grin she loved so much. His wet hand trailed lightly between her slick folds, running his fingers through the small patch of hair she kept in a strip. He started walking his fingers up, around her navel, pushing down so slightly under her bellybutton. There was pressure there. Her muscles were so tense, her whole body was aching for release.
"Ronald," she pleaded, he could hear the ache in her voice. "Please fuck me." He grinned as wide as the Cheshire cat, baring his perfect teeth at her.
"Of course Love." He quickly pushed her feet further apart and nestled between them. It was so warm here, her need created so much heat between her legs. With fast, practiced movements, he thrust himself into her completely. So hot, so tight. One would think with all the romps they had, this was something he would be used to. His Love was exquisite. Her body sheathed him perfectly, walls pulsating around his cock. He took a split second to admire her. To capture this perfect moment between he and his future wife, future mother of his children. His everything.
One of her eyebrows was cocked down, he loved this face. She always needed a moment to accommodate him. Her breasts were heaving, perfect rounded orbs of flesh, peaked with hard nipples. Her arms were still bound above her head, making her look longer than she actually was. Her tongued darted out quickly to lick her lips. She looked so lovely here, where she belonged. In his bed, the heat of summer causing a light sheen of sweat across her forehead. A dusting of freckles across her cheeks, over her nose. He grinned. Her nose was sweaty, that was a good sign. He knew he didn't have long but he needed to make this last.
He began pumping himself in and out of her. Her tits bounced back with each thrust, she took her bottom lip into her mouth to moan. She was pulling at her ties, flexing her hands, fingernails starting to resemble claws. She needed to touch him. It was taking a bit of focus on Ron's part, he typically couldn't keep the spell going once he got, well, 'going'. With that thought the bindings came undone and her hands flew up to his back, fingernails lightly treading down his spine. She slapped his arse to encourage him to fuck her harder. His jaw tensed. If she wanted it hard he would give it to her hard. He slammed into her quickly, pausing at her hilt to grind into her.
"Ahh!" She screamed. That goodness for privacy charms. They could be as loud as they needed. He ducked down to lightly pinch a nipple with his lips. She grabbed him by the back of his head with both hands. "Suck harder-uh!" she moaned breathlessly against his ear, her tongue darting out to lick it. He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. He pulled away from her, earning a whimper from his lovely. He sat back, still inside her on his knees and looked down at her. His eyes devoured every detail of her. Barely tanned skin pulled taut over her muscles. She was overly toned during their "camping trip' but now she was getting her lovely curves back. Gods, those curves, he wanted to remember every one of them. He settled his gaze on her abdomen, then lower. A perfect patch of hair curled just above her core, light brown matching her hair.
He knew what treasure rest under her locks. He thumbed over her clit. She took a deep gasp of breath, he could feel her insides tighten. This wouldn't take long at all, he played with her too much already. He traced over her clit in circles while rocking in and out of her. He laughed internally, this is probably what it felt like to be milked. Her muscles were contracting at the tip of his cock, then slowly down to his base. Like her womb was just aching for his seed.
Her breath was getting shallow, quicker. He was losing himself inside her. She smiled up at him. "Ron, I'm close... please" her eyes fluttered closed and then snapped open as she came on him. He followed her into the oblivion of climax, all her could register was the warm brown of her eyes before her collapsed on her, utterly spent.
"I love you, Hermione Granger." He rolled onto her side, draping an arm over her.
"I love you, Ronald Weasley." She hummed back to him, wiping off beads of sweat from her nose. She shuddered, her whole body was pulsating, with a particular tingle resonating from her clit. A breeze came through the warm room as she snuggled further into Ron. She couldn't be happier than she was now- life was perfect.
Nearly perfect. She was laying next to her awesome boyfriend. She read Hogwarts would be reopening on time for the next term. Students returning to complete their 7th year were granted to come back for the entire year, or offered to finish by owl. She would be going back, definitely. She had missed what would have been her final year completely. It would be good to learn again. Tomorrow she was leaving for Australia, with previously mentioned boyfriend and a team of aurors and healers, to retrieve her parents. She was nervous what they would think of her, what she did to them. She desperately wanted to see her mum and dad, and knew deep down they would find forgiveness for her.
Nearly perfect. Her parents were all that was missing. She drifted off, enjoying the smell of Ron's room, Ron's hair, Ron's everything.
She bolted up in bed. "Ron? My wand." She said, head whirling from getting up too quickly.
"Whassatluv?" He muttered, eyes on his still closed.
"We nearly forgot the charm." She said, completely alert now. Her eyes searched the room to see it on his night stand. She shook her head, he was completely out. Reaching over his mass of red hair, she just barely grabbed the base of it. She pointed the wand toward herself, which really wasn't the best method. Ginny had advised her it's better to have your partner perform it for you, but Ron was out for the night. She muttered the charm, relieved she had remembered it, enjoying the slight warmth it flashed in her abdomen.
She laid back down next to Ron, facing him. Smiling, tracing her finger on the edge of his long nose, counting the freckles that graced his face. She snuggled into him and drifted off again.
Yes, perfect. Nearly.
