Disclaimer: These characters are not mine! Please don't sue. They are the creation of J. K. Rowling.

A man with flaming red hair that was neatly combed to one side and a very petite young woman walked arm in arm down the streets of London. The symphonic sky brought a mood of romance to their surroundings. The passionate couple voyaged back to Hermione's apartment.

As the two reached the apartment's entrance, the sky seemed to be lightly sprinkled with beautiful stars. "I love the stars. They are so beautiful" said Hermione.

"Nothing compared to your radiant beauty" replied Ron. She turned her attention to Ron and a warm, passionate smile play upon her lips. Ron unlinked his arm from hers and turned her to face him. He wrapped his masculine arms or what seemed to be to her, around her waist and pulled her close to him. He lightly brushed his lips against hers and pulled her hips against his. As the passion unfolded from her lips, he ran his hands along the sides of her petite waist. As she pulled away from him, she whispered in his ear, "I love you."

Just as automatically, he replied, "I love you too."

"Let's head upstairs shall we?"

"That all depends on what we're going to do."

"Well, you're just going to have to find out for yourself, now won't you?"

"I could wait..." She cut him off, "It wouldn't be nearly as much fun if you didn't wait."

She grinned at him and laughed maliciously, but tauntingly. He in return pouted at her and whined. "Oh c'mon, 'Mione"

"Nope." She slowly turned away from him and began the trip up the flights of stairs leading to her apartment. He hurriedly followed her lead resting his hands upon her hips.

When they arrived at her door, she pulled her key tantalizingly slow out of her bag and he attempted to snatch it from her. "Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast. We are going to do things my way. It's your last night in town for a week and I'm going to miss you terribly." He nodded in agreement and let his hand fall back to her hip.

Hermione slowly turned the key and discreetly peaked in the room to reassure herself that it was going to be perfect. He tried to push the door open further but she pulled it back shut. She glared at him and he backed off.

"Close your eyes."

"'Mione" he whined.

"Close your eyes!"

"Fine, fine." Slowly he closed his pale blue eyes and she glanced back before leading him into the dimly lit room.

"Don't open yet" she instructed him. He nodded in compliance and continued to keep his eyes closed. She released her grip from his hand and went into the kitchen for a brief moment.

"Where are you going?"

"Just be patient, I'm right here. Okay, now you can open."

Ron slowly opened his eyes and observed his surroundings. The small table was set for two people and a wine bottle stood open adjacent to the cork. The light from the two candles created shadows that danced along the eggshell walls. In the corner, a small stereo emitted beautiful melodic music.

"Oh 'Mione" he said in delight.

"You like?"

"No, I not only like, I love!" He ran over to her and gave her a warm peck on the lips.

Hermione led him over to the table and both took their seats. Hermione was dressed in a tight leather dress and Ron was clothed with a soft, navy blue blazer and khaki pants. As the music played in the background, they dined on a tender cut of steak and sautéed vegetables accompanied by a fine red wine. The shadows from the flame danced across Hermione's pale, fair skin as Ron's eyes admired her every aspect. Ron and Hermione never took their eyes off each other for more than a second to guide the food into their mouths. Eye contact remained locked until they had finished their meal.

"Ready for desert?"

"Desert? Yummy....will you feed it to me?"

"You read my mind" she said as she stood up to retrieve the delicate cheesecake and set it down on the table as she pulled the chair closer to his.

Slowly she dug the cutting knife through the creamy, textured cake and placed it on her plate. Gracefully, she cut a small portion of it onto her fork and brought it slowly to his mouth. The creamy desert filled his taste buds with pleasure as she slid the fork out of his mouth. He then cut a piece of cake to feed to her and he, not being as graceful as she was, missed her mouth.

"Oh my, I'm sorry" he said through a light chuckle. He picked up his napkin from his lap and dabbed her cheesecake-covered chin with it.

She pecked him lips on the lips and ran her hand up and down his thigh. He smiled at her and slowly stood up. Ron walked around to the other side of Hermione and slid his hands underneath her. As he lifted her from her chair, she wrapped her arms around his neck and ran one hand through his bright red hair, dimmed only for the lack of light.

Slowly he carried her out of the kitchen and down the dark hallway that led to her room. The slow music still played in the distance of the kitchen as he laid her down on the bed and crawled on top of her. He lowered himself onto her and his lips met hers. The kiss became more passionate by the second and his tongue weaved its way inside of her mouth where her tongue massaged his ever so gently. He pressed his lips harder into hers and let his hands drift slowly down her curves.

Hermione ran her hands down his chest and slid them up his shirt. They glided over his silky skin and she then slid them back out to begin unbuttoning his shirt. She unbuttoned them excruciatingly slow and he ceased kissing her to speed up the process.

"No, my way...."

She pulled him back for her lips to meet his and she continued to unbutton his shirt. He hurriedly slid his hands under her back and began to unzip the tight black leather dress that encased her body. She lacked a bra that night so he only needed to pull off her dress and her panties. By the time she had gotten through unbuttoning his shirt, he had already stripped her of her dress. She then moved her hands slowly down his torso to the fly of his pants.

As she slowly undid his pants and pulled them off, he massaged her breasts and she let a long, low groan escape her mouth. He left trails of kisses from her mouth, across her jaw line, down her neck, and all the way down to her belly button at which point he slid his hands just under the elastic of her panties and pulled them effortlessly off her sleek, sweaty body.

She had accomplished the task of stripping him of his clothes and he had as well. Her hands roamed freely over his sleek body drenched with perspiration while he slowly slid into her. She shut her eyes in a momentary second of pain and let out a slow moan as he rocked his hips against hers.

As he reached his climax, he let out a long slow moan and collapsed onto her. Her breathing was about as unsteady as his and she could feel the blood rush through every component of her body. He pulled her over to him and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Seconds passed to minutes before either of their breathing became regular again. When both did catch their breath, Hermione pecked him on the lips and feel into a deep sleep as well as Ron.

The dark sky was broken by twilight, its beauty reigning over the silent, sleeping Earth. As it rose over the crest of a distant mountain, its radiant beams lit the room where Ron and Hermione were sleeping. Its warmth filled Hermione's body and beads of sweat formed on her silky skin. She slowly fluttered her eyes open to the sound of birds and brushed her lips lightly against Ron's.

"Hun, it's time for you to get up now. You have to get your suitcase together and I'll drive you to the airport."

He nodded with his eyes still shut and Hermione got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Moments later she arrived and dumped a glass of ice- cold water on his head.

"Hey! What was that for?!" he asked with a tone of irritation.

"You need to get up. As much as I'm going to miss you, you gotta get going, honey."

She wrapped a bath towel around her body and threw him some clothes. He tossed them to the side and walked slowly over to Hermione. Ron slipped his hands under her robe and started to peel it off of her shoulders.

"Do we have to get dressed?"

"As much as I'd like to say no to that, we really do" she said while sliding her robe back up her shoulders. She stood on her tip toes and tilted her head to receive a kiss from Ron. Her hands found a way to snake around his neck and his arms wrapped around her delicate body.

Hermione pulled away from him and turned to get dressed. She slid on a short summer dress which was spaghetti strapped and sky-blue in color. She accented it with a white sun-hat that was decorated with a matching sky- blue ribbon. Her three inch heels brought her to approximately Ron's nose.

Ron, standing at a height of 6'1", admired his outfit selection in the mirror. He had thrown on a pair of black pants and a dark blue striped short-sleeved shirt. His hair was combed, as usual, to the left side.

When Hermione emerged from the bathroom, her brown hair cascaded down the pale skin of her shoulders from underneath the hat.

"You look beautiful, as always."

"Why thank you! Has there ever been a time when I wasn't?"

"Well, there was that time that you...."

She briskly walked over to him and punched him lightly in the arm. "You're supposed to say never!"

A playful smile danced across his face as he pecked her on the forehead.

"Let's get going, hun."

"I'll go get the keys."

Ron picked up his small suitcase and he and Hermione walked out to their car. It was a small red Eclipse, but was in very good condition. The interior leather seats were burning with heat from the direct sun beating down upon them. Hermione slid behind the steering wheel of the car and Ron accompanied her in the passenger seat after tossing his suitcase in the trunk.

"Why are you flying again? Why don't you just apparate?"

"Because there is no room for an apparation portal. Don't you think it would be quite odd if all of a sudden I popped out into the middle of the street?"

"I suppose..."

When they finally arrived at the airport, Hermione parked the car in a visitor's spot. Both got out of the car and Hermione walked him to the appropriate terminal. As the flight attendant began calling off seat numbers to board the plane, the two said there good byes.

"I'm going to miss you so much!" exclaimed Ron as he pulled her closer to him.

"You stole the words right out of my mouth. I love you."

"I love you too."

With that, Ron pulled her to him to give her a deep and passionate kiss.

"Rows thirty through forty!" said the attendant.

"That's you! Give me a call as soon as you get there! Bye!" She pecked him on the lips one last time and he turned to head towards the plane. As she watched him disappear behind the turn in the hall, she turned herself to walk back out to her car.

Hermione turned the key in the ignition and the car's engine roared with power. She headed home and stopped by a few stores to pick up so things she needed at home. Also on the way home, she stopped by the Weasley's house to say hi.

As she pulled in the driveway, Ginny was out in the front yard helping her mother with gardening. When she saw Hermione, she jumped up and ran towards the car while her mother watched her daughter in a puzzled fashion.

When Hermione's sleek legs slid out of the car door and her head popped out of the car, a warm, welcoming smile played across Mrs. Weasley's face and she walked briskly over to greet her.

"Hermione!" yelled Ginny.

"Welcome dear!" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Hey!" said Hermione as she hugged the two. "How are you Mrs. Weasley?

"Please dear, mom."

"Ok, mom" she corrected.

"Everything's going wonderful. Mr. Weasley is at work but he'll be delighted to see you! Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"No, I'd really love to, but I can't. I have much too much to do for work. I just stopped to say hello."

"Oh please, I insist."

Hesitantly, she responded. "Alright, alright, I'll stay, but not too late."

"Good. It's settled."

"Gin, go set the table will you?"

"But mom, I want to talk with Hermione!"

Mrs. Weasley gave her a stern look that stated in itself "No, I'm not giving in, so do what I ask."

"C'mon Gin, I'll help."

She nodded and they walked side by side into the kitchen.

"What have you been up to? How's Seamus?"

"Things are really going great between us. I hope they continue along the path they are going...if you know what I mean..."

"I know the feeling. Things are going great with Ron and me as well."

"Think we'll be sisters-in-law someday?"

"I sure hope so. I miss him so much!"

"I do too. I find it annoying how he's always off dealing with those stupid dragons."

"You have to admit that it's quite an interesting occupation though. I mean how many people get to work with dragons?"

"Charlie and him do. I suppose it is unique, but he's always away."

"He's coming home a week from today. I do hope he gets there alright."

They finished setting the table in silence and moments later, Mr. Weasley pulled in.

"Guess who's here?!" yelled Mrs. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley stood dumbfounded.

"Hermione!"

He quickly glanced through the window of the kitchen and spotted her. He walked quickly into the house to greet her with Mrs. Weasley right behind him.

"Well hello dear!" he said while greeting her with a hug.

"Hi, Mr. Weasley."

"Dad, please."

"Ok, dad. How are you?"

"I'm good and yourself?"

"I've been better. I have so much work to finish when I get home tonight and I miss Ron terribly."

Shortly after, the four of them sat down at the table and began to eat. Hermione started a conversation.

"Where are Fred and George?"

"You remember how they were always fooling around with gadgets and such right?" She nodded. "Well, they've started their own shop for things they've invented and such. It's actually doing quite well."

"That's good to hear."

"What have you been doing with yourself?"

"Well, I went into the Ministry."

"What department?"

"Regulation of Law and Criminal Justice and on the side I do occasional research dealing with science."

"Fascinating. I always knew you'd do well."

At that, Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly so she tucked her head down towards her chest so it wasn't as visible.

After they finished eating, Hermione thought it would be best if she went home.

"I need to head back home. Thank you for dinner. It was nice to see you again!"

"Alright then. Hope to see you soon!"

With that, Hermione walked out to her car and drove back to her apartment. When she walked in, she set her purse down on the table and began sorting through the vast piles of papers on her desk.

Hour passed by hour and when she had finally finished, it was four o'clock in the morning. As she stood up, the phone rang. Hermione ran over to answer it and, just as she had been expecting, it was Ron.

"Hey baby! I miss you so much!"

"I love you!"

"I love you too!"

"I just wanted to let you know that I got in alright."

"Well that's good. Don't go dying on me anytime soon."

"Don't worry, I won't."

"I just got finished with all my paperwork that I had to fill out."

"You go get some rest and you'll feel better in the morning."

"Yeah, that is if I can get up in the morning" she said in a sarcastic tone.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Good night."

"Good night."

With that, Hermione put on a silk nightgown and brushed her teeth before crawling into bed. Her thoughts drifted to Ron and soon she slipped off into a peaceful slumber.