Guess what time it is? Romione SMUT! :D

So I haven't updated How I Met Your Father in a month (school, homework, blah blah blah) but after weeks of suffering mid-fanfiction crisis, I decided to take a break and just... I dunno… write some smut?

I swear that I'm going to get to it ASAP. And if I don't… I will… condemn myself to reading a Dramione fanfiction (no offense to any Dramione shippers out there).

But, seeing as this is written and that is not, please sit back and enjoy some Romione smut. :)

Third Person POV

Ron climbed the final staircase of the Burrow to the floor where his room waited. With a hefty sigh, his hand lifted to twist the knob. The door clicked open. Ron pushed inside, surprised to find the room dimly lit by… was that candlelight? "What the…"

He walked inside. The room was empty apart from the usual furniture: a bed, the desk, and his decorative Chudley Cannons posters flying above. "Hello?" he called cautiously, drawing his wand from his Hogwarts robes. He did a double-take of the room before sheathing his wand again. Deciding he wouldn't need them, he kicked off his trainers and threw his black robes to the floor.

"Getting comfortable, I see."

A silky, smooth, almost seductive voice floated from the doorway behind him. He blinked at the wall once, then twice. Was it….? No, it couldn't be. Funny, he could've sworn that voice belonged to Hermione…

Turning cautiously, he was met with the sight of Hermione in the doorway. The front of her black robes was completely open, unabashedly revealing the customary grey knit V-neck jumper beneath. Ron didn't recall the sweater fitting so tightly to Hermione's curvy frame before, ruffled only by the white-buttoned shirt she wore beneath.

"Hermione?"

Soft ribbons of laughter bubbled from Ron's bushy-haired friend as she abandoned the doorframe. She approached him, sliding off her black robe and lifting her hands to rest on his chest so they rubbed small circles into the knit pattern. His hands automatically clasped to her forearms, trapping her near him even though she showed no signs of trying to escape. "Were you expecting anyone else?" she asked in a low voice that made the temperature in the room spike drastically.

"N-N-No…" Ron stuttered. Hermione's touch and proximity was enough to send his heart racing. After many long rows with Hermione over the 'Lavender Situation', the two hadn't spoken in weeks. But now here she was, standing close to him as if she were his girlfriend, not the highly-irritable, insufferable know-it-all Hermione he'd come to know. This new side of her excited him; a fact that was becoming painfully obvious in his now uncomfortably tight trousers.

If Hermione noticed, she didn't show it. Her eyes were completely focused on his face; her gaze a mixture of awe and hunger, though Ron sensed it wasn't food she was craving. She gnawed her bottom lip nervously as she may have gnawed the edge of her quill during an exam she was uneasy about taking. Ron didn't try to contain a grin as he realized that despite the differences she was currently displaying she was still Hermione. His Hermione.

Well, not quite. Not yet at least.

His smile grew slack. "Hermione," he started, stumbling on the first four syllables of what he had been hoping to make a smooth speech. "I'm so sorry. Lavender and I…" he gulped, shaking his head solemnly. "I was mad at Ginny. She hinted you snogged Krum and I thought… I thought wrong. I thought I could prove that I was as mature as her by getting my own girlfriend and making a complete git of myself. I didn't realize it would hurt our friendship and the last thing I wanted was to lose you-"

But Hermione stopped the words that were falling from his mouth by leaning forward and planting a kiss on his lips. While the kiss was gentle – their lips barely brushing – it was enough to stop Ron dead in his tracks. His eyes shut and he savored everything about the kiss he had been waiting so long to experience.

Ron had spent many, many hours with Lavender; from hardcore snogging to careful, feathered kisses such as this one. But no matter how many times he'd tried to imagine his favorite bossy know-it-all instead of his busty blonde girlfriend, he would never have been able to imitate the real thing. Hermione's single kiss was the equivalent to months snogging Lavender.

After several year-long seconds, Hermione drew away. Ron opened his eyes, staring quizzically at her through the thin barrier of oxygen that separated them. Hermione giggled, causing his confusion to grow even more. Then, in an event rare enough in itself, she gave him a real, genuine smile.

Through the years, Hermione had indeed smiled at Ron, but this smile was different. It was a smile that he'd never seen before. It was sly and knowing and seemed to radiate confidence. Something about the way she seemed to have it perfected told Ron she'd worn such a smile before while he wasn't looking.

Her head tilted downwards ever so slightly so she was almost looking up at him, making the smile look more like an invitation. She gently pulled her right arm from Ron's not-so-forceful hold and traced his arm up to his shoulder. "Prove it, Ron," she said defiantly. "Show me that you missed me and I'll show you that I forgive you."

Ron wasn't one to back down from a challenge. He pulled Hermione back to his lips with the arm he still held and wrapped his left around her back. If their first kiss was a leaf falling into a calm pond of water, this kiss was a raft crashing through the rapids. Their lips collided as the raft was assaulted over and over by unrelenting waves that had been churning for years. Had Lavender not prepared him, the passion storming from Hermione's lips may have shocked Ron. He groaned quietly as Hermione let out a muffled drone of delight.

Hermione's lips focused their attention on Ron's lower lip; a silent shaky breath begging him not to stop. Ron almost smiled as he realized how he was getting back at her for being nasty to him since fourth year. He was driving her as barmy as she had been driving him. The revelation was as sweet as Butterbeer.

He gradually opened his mouth and pushed his tongue against her smooth lips. Hermione's body trembled against his as she met it with her own tongue and a hum of satisfaction.

Ron wasn't sure if Hermione had snogged anyone before, but she was bloody good at it. Their tongues met and sucked at each other's in a dance for dominance. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced with Lavender… she'd always succumbed to Ron. Hermione, on the other hand, met and challenged him in a different way that made adrenaline pulse maddeningly through his system. Ron's left hand roamed along the small of Hermione's back, catching and playing with the edges of her jumper. No complaint forthcoming from Hermione, he began pushing it further up and uncovered the white shirt beneath.

Hermione broke connection just long enough for him to discard the jumper. Ron did the same with his own, figuring he would find no better time to do so then the present.

The two met again, desperate in the clouds of lust that had begun accumulating over the room. Ron pushed Hermione back against the door, trapping her with his hands on either side. Prove it, Ron, he heard her voice in the back of his head. He grinned against her. I'll prove it alright!

His lips roamed, searing a trail of hot kisses and licks across her cheek until her reached her jaw bone, where he angled his attacks in a downward slope to her neck. Hermione's vocal cords vibrated beneath the tender flesh against Ron's lips. He inhaled her scent deeply while his fingers scrambled to undo her once neatly tucked tie. After discarding it, he resumed a steady pace with the buttons of her top. Hermione's fingers were tangled in his hair; scratching his scalp and coaxing him on. He obliged, only hesitating when he unbuttoned and revealed her lacy red bra.

Trusting his hands to undo the rest of the shirt on their own accord, Ron focused his attention on her partially exposed chest. He nudged aside the shirt and pressed his lips to her bra, his tongue tracing her erect nipple through the fabric. Hermione moaned, an action which Ron barely managed to contain himself.

Hermione's shirt slipped off. Ron wrapped his arms up around her as he groped her back, looking for the clasp of her bra. It took a moment to find it and much longer to unhook it. His fingers fumbled with the tiny catch, his attacks on it becoming sloppier as his thoughts were muddled in frustration.

Finally, he undid it and the last bit of wear that had been covering Hermione's torso fell to the ground to join its companions. Ron exhaled loudly in satisfaction, admiring her feminine figure. He cupped her breasts in his large hands, his expression changing from lustful concentration to tender admiration. "So soft," he whispered. "So small. So beautiful." He looked up at Hermione's face. She was biting her lip again as it twisted into a shy smile. Ron chuckled quietly and wrapped his hand around her neck, carefully pulling her busy mane behind her shoulders. "So perfect."

He bent to take her chest when she stopped him and pulled his face level to hers, a teasing glint in her eyes. "It just isn't fair," she said smoothly, "that you still have nearly all your clothes on." Her fingers tightened around his tie, pulling at his neck slightly. "We wouldn't want to be unfair, now would we, Ronald?"

Ron paused momentarily, curious at her choice to call him by his full name. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment, but he found it quite, for lack of a better word, sexy. Hermione went to work quickly, wasting no time as she flawlessly undid the tie and slipped all the buttons free of their holds. About half-way down, Ron impatiently removed the shirt over his head, giving Hermione access to his pale, speckled skin beneath. He felt her small fingers poking at his skin in a rhythm as she traced shapes into his freckles. Her mouth pecked at his flesh and he groaned at the wet feeling her lips left. She seemed to be trying to touch and claim every single freckle exposed to her in the most painstaking way possible.

But it wasn't the time or place for that particular challenge; not with the years of unfulfilled sexual tension hanging over their heads and certainly not with Ron's erection about to burst his trousers. His hands clutched Hermione's shoulders and pushed her so she was standing straight. His eyes traveled along Hermione's soft, curvy figure. He met her beautiful brown eyes, his own blue eyes a mix of awe and need. He wanted to simply stare at the stunning creature standing before him, yet he wanted to consume her wholly and mercilessly at the same time.

"Hermione," he whispered huskily, "all these years… all this time… I love you. I love you, Hermione. More than a friend, more than companion, more than anything." He inhaled deeply, as if to control himself. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers as he continued. "And I want you, Hermione. Want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life… more than food, more than fame," – he snickered lightly – "and far more than I've ever wanted Lavender."

Hermione's eyes were wet and glowing. She bit her bottom lip, drinking up Ron's confessions as she met his intense stare with equal regard. "I love you too, Ron." He smiled in relief. "And I want you. It's only ever been you, Ron. Not Cormac or Viktor. You." The impish glint returned to her eyes; the glint that she'd walked into his room wearing. Her fingers clenched in Ron's scruffy hair, ruffled from recent ordeals.

The smile that hijacked Ron's face was so big it was a wonder it didn't fall off his face. "Me," he said, as if the word were the single most significant thing he'd ever said. "Me." His arms wrapped so tightly around her back that she was pulled flush into his frame. Ron shuddered at the feeling of her bare skin against his; her nipples pushed into his chest. He had to struggle to force his next words out. "As long as you want me, Hermione, I'm yours."

Hermione pulled herself closer to Ron, if that was even possible. "And I'm yours, so what are you waiting for, Ron?" Her voice lowered to a seductive whisper. "Take me."

Those two words were all he needed to hear. Without further hesitation, Ron obeyed. His tongue met Hermione's in yet another battle as their lips clashed. His hands explored Hermione's skin until they found where her skirt hugged her waist. His left hand held the dip of Hermione's midriff while his right slid beneath the cloth and began pushing it down her legs. Ron felt Hermione shiver as his fingers skimmed down her thighs. Letting go, he heard a light thump as the fabric met the floor.

Ron could almost feel the heat radiating from beneath Hermione's knickers. He scowled and restrained himself from thinking too much of it; much more thought would certainly have been enough to push him over the edge. He retreated a ways to tear off the last of his clothes. Once they too joined the pile, he turned his gaze to Hermione. A long moment of curious observation between the two of them passed before anyone spoke. Ron glanced quickly at the bed. "Shall we…?"

She beamed with a nod, grabbing his arm and leading him to his own bed. She sat at the edge. Ron wasted no time connecting their lips, his hands massaging over her belly and ribcage as he helped to lay her down. He took his time, not moving with any particular haste as he slowly maneuvered her body with his hands. His left hand fondled her breast while his right clutched her waist and thumb traced circles over her hip bone. As if answering a silent question, Hermione opened her legs to let Ron between them. He took said spot, his lips moving down Hermione's body until they found and took her chest. His mouth now occupied, his hands repositioned so one held him up while the other traced the curves of her body right down until he found her neatly shaven womanhood hidden beneath a flimsy bit of sopping fabric.

Ron, having finally ventured out of his area of knowledge when it came to intimate situations, started experimenting. His hand slithered down and he cupped her mound in his hand, pushing firmly against the fabric of her knickers as if trying to decipher what was beneath without seeing. Hermione inhaled sharply, her head falling back against the pillow as he touched her. Feeling more confident after her non-disapproving reaction, he slipped his fingers underneath her knickers and pulled them off. Hermione willingly helped and sent them flying off the bed and out of mind.

Ron stretched back to reach her lips with his, supporting himself with one arm and used his other to explore Hermione. He traced her folds deliberately before dipping two fingers into the silky wetness, making Hermione gasp. He swirled his fingers around a moment before pulling out and bringing them up to his face. He sniffed curiously before tasting the juices while Hermione watched, seemingly flabbergasted. He chuckled quietly. "You're fucking drenched."

Hermione nodded soundlessly as Ron repositioned himself more comfortably above her. The both gasped as their privates met, his cock resting between her hot, wet folds. He shut his eyes tightly, basking in the new sensations as they blazed through him at this new contact. Ron forced himself to open his eyes and look down at her where she waited, watching him with thick anticipation. Feeling it was physically impossible to simply hold himself there any longer, Ron thrust himself into Hermione.

"Bloody hell!" he groaned, surprised by how beautifully hot and tight she felt clenching around him. Beneath him, Hermione was rigid. "You okay?" Ron asked, suddenly worried that he'd hurt her.

Hermione looked up at him, only her eyes betraying the pain she must've been experiencing. "Yes, I believe," she said, her voice sounding strained.

Ron hesitated, giving her a moment to recover before he tried to move. "Do you want me to... or... what?"

"Just, go slow, it'll be better," she answered. Ron nodded and slowly pushed into her before retracing nearly the entire way out. No complaint forthcoming, he repeated a few times until Hermione told him it'd be okay to go faster. Hesitant at first, he listened, though his caution didn't last long once he got moving. Knowing Hermione wasn't uncomfortable, he was finally able to fulfill his own needs. He continued at a more rapid pace, forgetting about Hermione's previous requests as she moaned in pleasure beneath him, "Oh god, yes! Mhm.. faster..."

Ron nodded and pounded into her with animalistic ferocity, shoving deep inside her. She thrust to meet him in time. "Fuuuck," he growled. "Love your pussy Er-Mione…." His words trailed off. He knew that due to his lack of experiance he wasn't going to last much longer and he wanted to get Hermione off too. He lowered his hand to where their groins were connected and rubbed his thumb roughly against her clit. Hermione arched her back, her moans becoming louder.

Ron felt Hermione tense beneath him. He growled, his erection twitching inside her as her muscles clenched and she screamed his name. Ron gave one last enormous thrust, growling bits and pieces of her name and assorted swear words as he released his load deep inside her. He held himself on trembling arms as he finished before let himself fall beside her, his spent cock slipping out of her.

A few minutes passed as they recovered. Ron smiled at Hermione lying naked beside him. "Holy shite," he laughed. "We just… Hermione Granger… sex."

Hermione giggled, rolling onto her side and resting her arm across his chest. "I love you," she breathed.

Ron watched her, not sure if he'd ever been happier in his life. This was the Hermione he had always wanted to know; the wild, randy side. Not just the booky, smart witch that had been his friend for years. There was no more guessing, now he was certain Hermione wanted him the same way.

Nuzzling his nose into her untamed hair, he was about to respond with his own declaration when he was interrupted by a new voice.

"OI! Wake up!"

"Humph?"

Ron was jolted from sleep to find his best mate (some best mate) Harry Potter standing over him. Remembering what he'd just experienced, he was initially alarmed by the sudden appearance of Harry, at least until he realized where he was.

He was not in the Burrow. He was not starkers in bed with Hermione. He was lying on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room, completely dressed in his Hogwarts uniform. But there was a suspicious wet feeling in his trousers….

"What was that for, Harry?" he complained as he sat up, nonchalantly grabbing a pillow to hide the possible spot on his trousers. This certainly wasn't the first time Harry had witnessed him having a wet dream. After sharing a Dorm for six years, Ron had had plenty of chances to see Harry having his own sleep fantasies. It wasn't a matter of embarrassment as much as annoyance. "That had to be the best dream I've had all year!"

Harry crossed his arms. "In case you didn't notice, you fell asleep in the Common Room! You're lucky I'm the one who found you. I reckon Lavender wouldn't fancy the sight of you moaning Hermione's name in you sleep."

Ron glared at him silently, knowing he was right while not wanting to admit it. Harry returned his gaze before rolling his eyes and adjusting his glasses. "I'll be up in the Dorm. You'll want to get yourself cleaned up sometime and probably change before breakfast… but you have a few minutes before anyone comes down." Without waiting for Ron's response, he started up the stairs.

Relieved to be alone, Ron sighed and let himself fall back against the couch so he could relive his most recent wet dream about Hermione. She had been starring in his wankings and dreams since late second year, but this most recent one had to be one of his favorite experiences. On the contrary from what he had firstly believed, she'd been making more appearances since he started dating Lavender.

Thinking of the many encounters, Ron felt his arousal stirring again. He gulped and shifted in his seat to retrieve his wand from his pocket. He cleansed himself with a simple spell. Too bad there wasn't a spell to stop an erection from coming…

The gentle tread of footsteps from the stairs leading to the Girls' Dormitories alerted him that he wasn't going to be alone for long. He didn't have to listen carefully to know it was Hermione's footfalls. He'd learned to distinguish hers from others long ago.

She paused at the bottom of the stairs as she saw him. Their eyes met, uncertain what to do or say. They hadn't spoken in weeks and he was pretty sure she was still mad at him. He was surprised when she took a step closer to him and softly said, "It's Saturday. What are you doing down so early?"

Ron gulped. She was wearing her black robes to distract from the tank top and Muggle pajama bottoms underneath. She was obviously on her way for a quick stop by the library before burying herself in her studies for the weekend. Ron bit back a groan at how much was exposed despite her attempts to subtly hide her shape. Now he could definitely feel a stiffy fighting against his trousers.

"I… er… fell asleep down here." He felt it was better off that he spared her the details.

"Oh." Hermione closed most of the gap so she was about two feet from him. No, Ron told himself. This isn't dream Hermione. This is real Hermione… and real Hermione would hex your bollocks off if she knew what you were dreaming about doing to her! But she stood so close to him, biting her lip that way she'd done so often in his dreams. "I was on my way to library," – big surprise there – "would you like to come with me?"

He cringed. You don't know how much I'd love to come with you… he thought. "Um… I can't come with you now, but maybe some other time, yeah?"

Hermione smiled. Not just any smile, the smile. That smile she'd only smiled at him in his dreams. Could she possibly be thinking any of the dirty thoughts that constantly plagued his mind? "Sure, Ron. I'd love you to come with me sometime."

Ron needed to relieve himself horribly. Every single thing about this encounter was reminding him of his dream. Maybe he should just fess up and tell her about how he felt. Looking into her chocolate brown eyes, it was impossible to believe anything would or could go wrong in such a scenario.

He was on the verge of doing so when he heard another pair of footsteps stumbling down the stairs. His mouth clamped shut as he remembered why he couldn't tell her.

He had a girlfriend.

Hermione stood straight; the smile disappearing as she curtly nodded and said, "Nice seeing you, Ronald."

Ron just managed to stifle a groan.

And just like that, Ms. Prim-and-Proper Hermione Granger was out of the portrait hole and on her way to the library faster than Ron could have said 'Quidditch'. She made it out just before Lavender appeared and saw Ron. She squealed and ran over, taking a spot beside Ron. Ron's extreme excitement was fading with Hermione's presence. Lavender was definitely worth a good hard-on, but with each passing dream he was becoming less interested in her.

Lavender leaned in to give him a heated kiss on the lips. Ron responded, thoughtlessly running his fingers through her hair. "Ron," she hissed, backing away. "You're going to mess up my hair!"

Ron apologized, not feeling cheated in the least. It hadn't felt right anyway… her hair was too thin and straight. How was he supposed to tangle his fingers in it? How was he supposed to get lost in it?

Not for the first time since their relationship began, he wondered, Maybe I'm not. Maybe there's a reason this doesn't feel right… nah. What other way is there? The real Hermione? Forget it you bloody wanker!

Ron knew he would never get lucky enough for the real Hermione. He knew that the real Hermione was all about books and grades. She would laugh and tell him how immature he was if he even suggested it. He knew she would never choose a guy like him; probably end up with a stuck-up Ravenclaw git who got top grades and would be able to give her everything she could possibly want.

What he didn't know was that one day she was going to kiss him. One day they were going to make love. One day he was going to get down on one knee and on that same day she would say yes. One day he would be holding their daughter in his arms and another day their son.

What he refused to believe on Saturday morning was that one day he'd be in love with Hermione Jean Granger – the brightest witch of their age.

So thanks for reading this… I hoped you found it enjoyable! If you liked it enough, I'd appreciate if you leave a review (praising or constructive criticism; it all works for me) and I'll try to get to my other fanfiction.

Have a Happy Halloween…. (R.I.P. James and Lily Potter)

But seriously, have a Happy Halloween. :)