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Felt

How could one person change everything? Easy, just by saying I Love You. It seemed misty through her eyes, his features in the dark as distinct to her as ever. Hands were everywhere and doing everything.

Whispers murmured from lips pressed against lips. Tongues exploring mouths as minds melted into a puddle on the floor. His hand weaved through hair, pulling her closer as he kissed her with all he could give.

Hermione's back hit the stone wall and she shivered if not from the cold stone on her bare skin, then from Ron touching her. She tried to make notes of everything, remembering every line in his face, the way his jaw curved, and even how his ginger hair covered his blue eyes.

His impatience for her grew and he lifted her with ease off the ground, walking up the Burrow's stairs to his room. He gently laid Hermione on the bed, never losing body contact as he lay on top of her. Soon lips parted and hands fumbled for the hems of shirts and buttons on pants.

Hermione's small hands caressed Ron's bare chest, moving across his skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. He shivered from her touch as she did this. She dipped with every curve in his abs, memorizing everything her hands could touch. His lips soon met her neck, lightly biting small pieces of sensitive flesh that produced soft moans from his lover.

"Ron…" she spoke his name wantonly, eyes closed, breathing ragged and shallow. Ron stared at her, marveling her silent beauty that spoke volumes to him. His hair stuck out and away from an earlier trapeze of her hands in his hair.

Never had he wanted something so badly, never had an emotion pulled at him so strongly. Her now bare body under his electrified every nerve in his body, aware of every touch, intentional or not. His thigh parted her legs, opening her to his body that fit perfectly against hers.

"'Mione…" he whispered it close to her ear; little did he know how much this made Hermione crazy. The way his deep voice sensuously caressed every letter in the name, and how his lips felt so close to her. Her back arched against his body, bringing him closer.

"Take me…" she opened her eyes and bore right into his, leaving an impression of hurry and want in the pit of his stomach. He was close to her core, so close he could feel her warmth caress himself. And with a thrust of his hips he buried himself deep inside of her.

A scream tore from Hermione's throat as her nails dug into Ron's back. Ron enveloped the sound with his mouth, kissing her gently as he took himself out of her slowly. His lips moved across her jaw to her neck, kissing every part he could before thrusting back into her, a moan escaped her lips, this time a tone filled with pleasure.

He drew back again slowly and drove himself into her. Again and again, his thrusts got harder as his speed got faster. Soon they were meeting each other's hips, moving sensuously in rhythm with each other. Soon a warmth grew in between Hermione's legs. She began to tremble wildly and soon a wave crashed over her.

"Ron! Oh God!" she clawed at his back, her release coming so furiously that the grip around Ron caused him to climax as she did. His hands bunched the sheets around her as their breathing became labored and shallow. Sweat poured from them as they collapsed in each other's arms. Ron's head resting on Hermione's chest as her fingers smoothed his restless hair.

"I love you, Hermione." He whispered before dreamily wandering into a peaceful sleep.

"As I love you, Ron." She whispered back into the darkness, her face rested atop of his head as she fell asleep. Only to be awoken by a very flustered Mrs. Weasley in a mere matter of hours…

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Author's Note: Yet again, another on of my earliest works, revised and reposted. Still, I feel as though they're so cheesy compared to my others, lmao. Anyways, there ya have it P: