CHAPTER 1: PRELUDE

As Hermione Granger walked off the train, she immediately began searching for Ron Weasley. She hadn't seen him for two months, since April, and while she loved school and Hogwarts and learning... Well, she loved Ron a lot more, to put it simply.

As she scanned the station, she forgot she was stepping off of the train, and tripped and fell. If it weren't for Ginny grabbing her arm and saving her, she could have been seriously hurt. Not that Hermione even noticed, because, there he was, in the flesh. Ron Weasley.

She jumped into his arms, but felt him tense up, instead of relax into her grasp as he normally would. Maybe, she figured, he was considering the fact that they were surrounded by strangers and children, and didn't want to annoy anyone. She pulled back and smiled at him, only to get a curt nod in return. Hermione glanced at Ginny, who shrugged her shoulders.

They Apparated to the Burrow, and while Ginny ran into the house at full speed to see her parents, who had stayed behind today, Ron gestured to Hermione to hang back with him.

"Yes?" She asked, a bit snappily, as she wanted to go in and see her surrogate parents, too.

"I have a surprise." Ron said, his face starting to flush a little, which Hermione assumed was from the heat.

She looked at him. She was still a little annoyed from how he'd acted earlier. "Okay, well, are you going to tell me?"

"Well, bloody Hell, Hermione! Lemme get a minute to collect my thoughts. Sheesh." He muttered.

"This is so pointless... I didn't stay behind so you could be so rotten, you know."

"No, what's pointless is me renting a bloody flat for us, to have you be so rotten!"

"Me? Rott-.. Wait, what?"

"I said: I rented us a place to stay. Together." Ron said, running his hand through his hair.

"You git!" Hermione said, her eyes filling with tears. "Is that why you've been so tense?"

"Please don't cry!" He reached out and grabbed her hand. "I'm such a sodding prick."

"No! These aren't sad tears, Ron!" Hermione laughed. "I love you so much."

Ron leaned down and kissed her. It was perfect and warm and exactly what the other needed.

"I love you, too."

"Well, that seems about everything." Hermione said, as she surveyed Ron, Harry, George, Percy and Bill haul Ron's old bed frame into the flat. She'd been sitting out front, watching them since nine in the morning. It was now about two, and the guys were exhausted.

"Yeah... I reckon... It is." Ron answered, huffing and puffing between words.

"Oh, please. It's not that much work."

"You're only saying that because you're sitting there, watching us." Harry told Hermione. She rolled her eyes and followed them inside.

She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a pitcher that she filled with water from the tap. "Any one need a drink?"

Besides Ron, every other guy declined, saying they needed to get back home. Ron and Hermione said goodbye to everyone. After everyone was gone, they flopped on their new couch together to relax.

"This is so exciting." Hermione said as she smiled at Ron. He nodded in return, as he gulped down the glass of water she'd presented to him.

They sat in silence for a few moments, before Hermione turned to her boyfriend, and kissed him deeply. Passionately. Ron returned the kiss, and set the glass on the end table at his side.

Hermione felt herself being stirred up, like she always did when she kissed Ron this way. He brought about new and different feelings in her, feelings that she hoped would never go away.

They continued kissing until Ron could take it no more, and slid his hand from around her back to under her shirt in the front. He went under her bra, and began to squeeze. Hermione moaned into the kiss, encouraging him even more.

It wasn't the first time they'd done this. As a matter of fact, they'd done everything besides have actual sex. Hermione never wanted to be that girl, the one who has sex just before she leaves as a 'going away present.' Sex should be more than a reward, or a present, she told Ron. Ron reluctantly agreed with her, and decided not to push her. Besides, it's not like he could push her. Hermione was a girl of her own word, and she always had been, ever since she was little. And anyways, Ron figured she'd probably hex his bollocks to the next century if he ever tried anything.

So he waited, patiently, even if it was excruciatingly hard.

Speaking of hard, he felt something soft rubbing his hardness through his jeans. Hermione was pulling away from the kiss, and grinning at him wickedly. "Should we go to the bedroom?" Hermione asked, slyly.

Ron could only nod as he picked her up and carried her to their new bedroom. "We might as well christen it, right?" He said, laying her on the bed before him.

Hermione sat up and grabbed the hem of her boyfriend's shirt before cleanly lifting it off his head. Ron did the same with her, and began to kiss her neck, leaving a few love-bites that, if she weren't so out of control with hormones, she'd probably flip out about.

"Oh, Ron." Hermione moaned and he rubbed her back and sucked her neck. He took that as an invite to take her bra off, which he proceeded to do. Immediately, he pulled his lips from her neck and placed them on her right breast, sucking and licking with as much fervor as he had been on her neck. Hermione growled a little, and began stroking her hands through his hair absent-mindedly.

Ron moved over to her other breast, giving it the same attention as the right one, when, once again, he felt her hand on his member through his pants. This time, he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped them for her. Hermione pulled her chest away from his lips and bent forward to take the pants and boxers off, revealing his already dripping penis.

Nimbly, she bent forward and began to suck on it. First, slowly and gently, but then began to pick up her pace and suck harder, faster. Hermione reached forward and cupped his balls with her hand, something she knew caused him an unbelievable amount of pleasure.

Ron mumbled something indecipherable, and unexpectedly, grabbed Hermione by her hips and scooted her away from his cock and to the top of the bed. He reached out and undid her pants, pulling them down, and was surprised by the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Ron gaped at her for a few minutes, before Hermione finally grabbed his shoulders and pulled him onto the bed with her. She started kissing him again, and reached down to grab his cock. Ron, also reached down, and stuck a finger in his girlfriend. They moaned and groaned together before Ron stopped fingering her and grabbed her arm. "I can't do this anymore... I want you so bad."

Hermione nodded, and then answered. "I want you, too. I'm ready. Please... Let's do this." She smiled at him, before reaching over to the end table and grabbing her wand. She remembered the contraceptive spell Ginny had taught her at school that past year, and cast it on both her and Ron's bodies.

"Where'd you manage to learn that?" Ron asked, his voice slightly shaking. Hermione grinned at him, but didn't answer, as she was sure it would cause him to fly off the handle, his baby sister knowing such a spell.

Hermione grabbed Ron's hand, and looked him in the eyes. "Please don't let go of my hand... No matter what."

Ron kissed her fiercely, and squeezed her hand. He rolled on top of her, and positioned himself where he needed to go.

"I love you." He mumbled.

"I love you, too."

Ron went to push into her before he stopped. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you..." Hermione shook her head.

"Just do it. Please."

Ron complied, and Hermione's eyes bulged at the pain she felt when he pushed into her. But instead of crying, or making a big deal, she squeezed his hand, and looked into his love-filled eyes. He continued pushing in, and out of her, until he couldn't anymore, and came inside of her, panting and moaning her name.

Hermione could tell he was completely exhausted, but instead of falling asleep on her, like he usually did after she made him cum, he pulled out, and lay next to her.

"You didn't... you know... did you?" Ron asked her, his face slightly flushed.

"No, but it's fine."

"No, it's not. Here, want me to, uh... Go down on you?" He asked.

And Hermione figured, since he offered, why not agree to it?

AN: Ooh, smutty smutty! Yeah, yeah, yeah. I still have fifty more drabbles to write. Well, drabbles get boring after a while. And I had this great idea. Don't worry, there's more to come, but I must warn you this isn't going to be a happy story for most of the time, and the next six chapters are song fics. Plus, it changes from past to future tense. Sorry if I confuse you, haha. Anyways, thanks for reading. I should update pretty quickly, as the story's done, but you never know with me...! Oh, gosh, I'm rambling. Well. Night! (haha).