She was standing looking at the droplets of water down the big window. Hermione Granger was staying with her parents for the Holidays and the peaceful scene of her in that corner of the house was betrayed by all the thoughts of turmoil going through her mind.

So what was to happen next, school was over and she though she wanted to be an Auror, but she wanted something different. A vacation maybe? More time with her family?

"What's wrong Hermione dear?" Hermione's mom came in the drawing room looking for her.

"Tea is served and Madeline made pineapple and strawberry pastries, will you come?"

"Yeah, in a minute, I'm cold; I'll just go up-stairs and get a sweater." She turned her head facing her mother.

"Are you OK?" Her mother asked, a curious expression crossing her face.

"I'm fine mom; I love pineapple and strawberry pastries." She gave a weak smile and exited the drawing room with her mother.

Now wrapped in a red sweater and adding honey to her English Breakfast tea, her mother was chatting about some ballet she wanted to attend with her before she left to The Burrow again.

"Is that in your plans dear?"

"Hum, what? Hum, I haven't decided yet mother…"

"Are you really OK? You've been distant today."

"I'm sorry mother, but yes… I'll love to go to the ballet with you."

"I see you received a letter, is it from your friends?"

"Yeah, from Ron."

"Oh, well, though it was from Harry." In a fleeting memory comeback Hermione remembered she had not told her mother about Ron. They were seeing each other now. For a long time she had taken it for granted but never sent word to her parents about it.

"Mom, I have to tell you something, I just remembered."

"What is it?" She put her chamomile and mint mug down and looked at her expectantly.

"Ron and I have been going out for quite some time now, I know it's a surprise, and I should have told you ages ago, but it honestly went by, like that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

"Oh, Ron…" Her mother digested the news and Hermione could almost hear the two pastries she ate, having a difficult time passing through.

"Have you liked him for a long time?" Her mother had her hands on her lap; she then leaned back on her chair, never blinking in waiting of her daughter's response. Hermione was holding her letter firmly and the parchment was beginning to crumple, suddenly she just wanted to take off her sweater and dismiss the situation altogether as a joke.

"Yes mom, for a long time, but it was my thoughts, I didn't feel like sharing them with anyone, sorry for that. Never thought it would actually come to be as I wanted."

"Well, you are every smart and beautiful, why not?" Hermione laughed, entertained by her mother's naïve remark, she was getting old after all.

"Yes mom, but that can be precisely intimidating for men."

She was careful not to say "Ron" instead of men, as that would put her boyfriend in a negative light. She put the letter on the table and took her sweater off. She left it to one side of the next chair and took a sip of her tea, it was warm now, and the conversation had made it so. She looked at her mother, she was still silent.

"Is it that big a shock? Come on! Ron is not that bad, he really is wonderful and I'm very happy. Have you ever had to think twice about my good judgment mother?"

"Oh, well, sorry, I thought it would be you and Harry who would end up together… You talk about him more than you do Ron!"

"Oh, please… That's just… well he's Harry Potter!" Hermione felt strange in describing her great friend like this; he was a hero, but she sometimes forced herself not to put Harry on a pedestal for all his achievements, then trying to put Ron for his petty ones, in comparison or course. She had to stop being a bitch in her thoughts!

"Well, he is a good boy and I hope it goes well."

"Yeah, me too, we're really close." Hermione said this while thinking: "Goes well? God, that's encouragement!"

Dear Hermione,

I hope you're having a great holiday with your parents, you haven't written in more than a week, is everything OK? Well I was surprised at your last letter, it was kind of short. Everything is well here in The Burrow, I'm going through my trunk, I've never done that. You would be surprised at all the things I found, things I lost during my first year. I know that would probably repulse you, but it's just stuff, nothing that used to be alive or of the sort. Harry is spending lots of time helping around the house and we've been playing Quiditch with Ginny. I don't think he is too comfortable staying here, I think he'd rather have his own place now that school is over, but until he gets a job, he'll be living with us. When will you be visiting? I hope soon. Please write.

Love

Ron

Hermione read the letter just once and placed it in one of the drawers in her desk. She was really feeling sluggish as hell, but sat down and started writing Ron. She paused a few times, staring out her window at the dieing day. She had a full view of her small back yard; oddly enough it had a huge tree that looked like a thorn plucking the earth, its branches reminding her of her impossible hair.

Dear Ron,

Sorry for not sending word in along time dear, I've missed you too. I think I'll be staying longer with my family; I haven't done so in these past years. I feel I need to know them again. You will be surprised but I told my mother about us today. I know what you must be thinking, it just left my mind. She was mildly surprised and approved happily. Not much is going on; mother and I are going to a ballet presentation soon. In regards of Harry, well I guess he thinks he has been using your family's hospitality for way to long, all these years and the situations that came to pass. Of course, like all of us, he wants to find his feet, meet new people and maybe travel? I'm glad all is well with you and your trunk.

Yours truly

Hermione

As a graduation present Ron had given her an owl, she named the creature Roberta, thought it was amusing. It was a gray owl, full grown and very quiet, very much to her liking. She wanted to be alone of late and enjoyed her parents' companionship. Her thoughts wondered to Ron and the last days they spent in Hogwarts. She had lost her virginity, in a classroom, very passionate, but uncomfortable.

It had been a dreary day outside; she had though summer would never come. Strangely Ron had taken her by the hand and pulled her out of the common room and her vivid studying. They walked and joked for a long time around the castle and then Ron went inside an empty classroom with her. She thought it was another touchy feely kissing session, but as it turned out, it was not.

She loved feeling Ron's hard cock rub against her, especially when he was hugging her from behind and kissing her neck, while massaging her breasts. She pressed her body against his and they both moaned together. She raised one of her hands and entwined it in his flaming hair. It was long now, he had let it grow for the past year and a half and it framed his face, softening his harsh features.

And then it all happened in a flash, he had lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear, she could feel his naked genitals rubbing against her. She always got wet when they kissed ands touched, so everything was for the taking. He bent her down on a desk, pushing her towards it very gently. By instinct she parted her legs; she was confused, but turned on. She trusted and loved Ron a lot so she just relaxed as best she could.

He started by rubbing his extent along her swollen vagina, she loved it. His hands were firmly on her hips and then he pronounced that he loved her, in almost a whisper. Just after that he thrust his dick inside her, it hurt so much and she screamed. Ron looked at the door, got his wand and put a closing charm on it, and then he cast a silencing charm in the room.

Hermione was grabbing the desk with all her force; he continued to fuck her in a steady pace, not stopping or having mercy on her pain. Then after a minute or two the pain resided slowly and it began to feel very good and very tight. She was moaning loudly now and Ron picked up the pace and she loved it.

Her body was beginning to protest in discomfort, but she felt she couldn't't do anything. Ron then pulled out, Hermione stood up, her hair messier than ever from all the to and fro motion. He turned her around and asked her to sit on the desk, she wrapped her legs around his waist and they started at it again.

If it wasn't for Ron she would fall and hurt herself badly, she was again in discomfort, but Ron made it up, not only by plucking her dearly of her maidenhood, but by kissing her on the neck, ears, sucking madly at her lips, altogether alternating with tight hugs.

Suddenly he pulled out and came on her vagina, it was warm, but then it went all sticky and Hermione smiled awkwardly at him. He got his wand and produced a cleaning charm. She suddenly realized with a painful bang that Ron had already done this before; she felt an animal pang of hate towards Lavender Brown. She should have acted sooner, been bolder, like a true Gryffindor.