A.N:
Hi, just so you don't get your hopes up too much, this is not that lemony yet. I'm planning to add a few more of those chapters with a bit more action, but for the fuff-fans among you, I thought I might post a bit already. Hope you had an amazing Halloween, by the way! Leave me some feedback, okay? :) ~ J
Stuff you do
"Missed you so much...", he breathed, clutching her to his jumper-covered chest with shivering fists. That was surprising, in a way, - the emotional edge to his voice, the raspy, low tone, after just having greeted her with such a happy, carefree expression a mere minute ago. But she surely wouldn't complain. Whatever mood he was in when seeing her, she'd gladly take it, as long as she could see him at all.
"Ron", she whispered back, shivering further into his body, fingernails reaching up to gently scratch his scalp, the way she knew by now drove him crazy. She lifted her head the fraction of an inch to blink up at him, his blue gaze melting her to the core. She imagined how she must look like,- red-faced and almost drunken from his unexpected presence, probably, but Ron looked just as dazed by her.
"You made it?", she asked, with a grin.
He nodded, if a bit sheepishly. "Took me ages to convince Anderson to let me have the whole Saturday off again, but after offering to take an extra shift next weekend, he was okay with it."
"You shouldn't change your shifts so often, Ron.", she told him, brows furrowed. "You need a bit of a routine, everything about your training is exhausting enough, as it is!"
"Bollocks", he shoved the matter off. "Nothing's as exhausting as not seeing you for several weeks or fucking months in a row, Hermione."
She tried not to be too distracted by the fluttery feeling his words created somewhere below her bra.
"There hasn't been a whole month yet, Ron.", she reminded him. She thought about all their times of separation since the beginning of the school term. "It's only been 11 days since you last saw me, in fact."
"So I'm not the only one who's counting, that's a relief.", he grinned, and Hermione couldn't help but to cheekily smile back.
"So, what do you want to do?", she asked, looking around the lawn and towards Hogsmeade. All her classmates, including Luna, had already left and were probably walking through the shops right now, but as soon as she'd seen Ron standing there at the outskirts of the small town, she had stopped paying attention to anything else, really.
Maybe she liked his surprise visits even better than the regular ones... But it was hard to tell, considering how amazing all his visits were. Also, it occurred to her that it was probably a good thing that Ginny was occupied with Quidditch training today. Seeing Ron would probably have gotten her hopes up that Harry was here, too.
"Any plans for today?"
"Oh, I've got a few ideas..", Ron mentioned, and perhaps she might have smacked his arm lightly, had his voice not been so impossibly sexy, all of the sudden. "How about we sneak back into the castle and visit the prefect's bath? No one would be there right now, that's for certain.." He bent down and lightly pressed a kiss to her neck, almost biting her earlobe in the process. "Or maybe we could look for a broom chamber in the castle, or something..."
"Or how about the Chamber of Secrets?", Hermione murmured back, only half-joking. "Or..-"
"The Room of Requirements?", Ron asked, and to Hermione's great relief, there was an excited sparkle in his eyes as he said it. She had really wanted to mention it, too, but she still felt a bit worried about how Ron might react when walking through the corridor where Fred died..
"You think I couldn't handle that, don't you?", Ron said, eyeing her knowingly. "You think it might make me really upset to be... close to where it happened?"
Hermione flushed slightly, despite feeling almost defensive enough to turn this into a little row, just for the simplicity of it. But his gaze was so gentle and calm,- was unwaveringly resting on her, really... That the desire for creating easy friction by bickering with him crumbled away.
"There's a reason why you are not in Hogwarts anymore, after all.", she mumbled. "And it's not just homework, right?", she added, with what was almost a shy chuckle.
His eyes crinkled warmly, and he smiled back at her.
"I... I can handle it for a bit. Not enough to live here, but..."
"But enough to shag me here?", she whispered through a grin, looking around quickly to make sure that no one else had heard her. But they where still all alone in the golden October sun.
"Hmm.", he answered, suddenly looking around, too, but for different reason than she was, for sure...
"Do you think we could get into the castle, with all these new security guidelines?", he wondered.
"Well, as long as you're not polyjuiced or something, it should be okay, right?"
"Think so.. Let's try!"
"Shouldn't you as an Auror make sure that I'm really myself, too? I mean, before running towards me and snogging me..", Hermione grinned, and Ron bent low to suddenly bump his nose against hers, sweetly.
"What, and risk missing several seconds of snogging you? That's a pretty high risk..."
"Better than not knowing who you are snogging!", she argued, laughing.
"Oh, believe me, Hermione, I would notice if you weren't the real you. I would probably notice in the matter of three seconds, or so.", Ron said confidently, letting his enormous palms glide gently down the back of her school robes. Towards her waist, and back up again... Towards her shoulder blades... Moving slightly around, almost spreading close to her belly button with his thumbs...
"How so?", Hermione breathed, quietly... Pretty captivated by him and his touch..
"Well, mostly because you do this little whimper-thingy when I kiss you like that..", Ron rasped, slowly inching closer again with his lips, sharing the same breath. She could smell his hair, his sweat, his toothpaste, even... And, silly as it might be, the thought that he had probably spent ages in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth a million times before seeing her, was almost sexier than the rest of it all. She had mentioned to him how much she liked the smell of his toothpaste often enough, after all, hadn't she?
"And then there's... other stuff you do, too.", Ron continued, licking his lips in barely masked desire.
"Maybe we should... Go somewhere.", Hermione suggested, matter-of-factly, because ripping each others clothes off in broad day light, close to Hogsmeade and in purview of Hogwarts, was not particularly a fantasy of hers.
"Yeah.", Ron agreed, releasing a wave of peppermint smell again as he shivered out a sigh, "Let's."