A/N: Hello. I've decided to make another R/HR fic. Enjoy!

I'm Back

Ron was back coming back from Austrailia. He was training to be an Auror for two years. He left England when he was twenty-four. He missed his family and Harry, but the person he missed most was Hermione. Harry, him and Hermione were all twenty-six. He was depressed that he didn't have the courage to tell Hermione that he loved her for ages, but he couldn't help, but remember that sweet thing that happened between themselves before the night he left. He was on a muggle plane right now thinking about her.

"Are you alright?" asked the woman next to him, which made Ron's thoughts disappear. He turned to her and smiled.

"Oh, I'm fine," Ron smiled. The woman held out her hand.

"I'm Helena Gerralds," Ron shook her hand, "Ronald Weasley,"

"Where will you be going when you get off this plane?"

"London. And you?" Ron asked politley.

"Same, but I will be only staying for a few months at the Leaky Culdron," Helena replied.

"How come?" Over the years at Auror training, Ron became extremely mature. He learned how to control his temper, stay paitent and try not to lash out at anymore.

"Well I've been transfered from Thailand for a top secret assignment," she replied, frowning.

"Is it dangerous?" Ron had suddenly become interested with this woman.

"Kind of..." she replied.

"If you don't wanna tak about it then that's fine!" Ron laughed. "I wouldn't give my missions or assignments away either,"

"Thank you," He thought that Helena was very pretty with all that blonde hair, blue eyes a lovely figure. They both fell in comfortable conversation until they both fell asleep at night.

The next day the plane came to a halt and they all had gotten off. Ron had got his luggage while Helena had gotten her's. They both stepped outside the plane and walked towards the airport and then left. Ron had ordered a taxi for both of them and it came five minutes later. He had dropped her off at the Leaky Culdron.

"Thanks again, Ron!" Helena said through the opened window. "Here's my number," she passed her card through the window and Ron had looked at it. He smiled and said goodbye. Helena had walked off and went inside.

"Where next, mate?" the taxi driver had a Londenier accent.

"1842 Bever Street, please," the taxi driver drove off with Ron in the back street.

"Here we are," he said after half an hour, "That's £7.50." Ron quickly paied, picked his luggage and then stepped outside. He heard the taxi driver drive off and Ron stayed on the spot for a few minutes. He looked at the block of flats right infront of him. It was dark and the street lamps were on. He checked his watch and it was 1:30am. He then walked over to the speeker which said 'Weasley and Granger.' Ron quickly pressed the buzzer and a few minutes later a heavenly voice hit his ears.

"Hello?" a tired voice came from the speaker.

"H-Hermione?" Ron said timidly.

"Ron is that you?" Hermione gasped. "You were coming today?"

"I-I owled you a few days ago, remember?"

"Oh my- I forgot, I'm so sorry, Ron! Come in!" A buzzing sound appeared from the speaker and the doors opened. Ron decided to use the lift because Hermione's flat was right at the top. Once the lift went up to platform fifteen he went up to the room that had the number '174' on it. He quickly knocked on the door and the door opened immediately.

There stood Hermione. She was in a silky blue nightdress with her hair down. Her hair became curlier than bushy these days and her skin was glowling.

"Ron!" Hermione jumped on him and hugged him. "Come in!" she got off him after a few seconds and opened the door for Ron to come into her flat. He stepped in and realized it hadn't changed much. Her living room still had shades of red and golds, her kitchen had the colour of Ron's china blue eyes and her small library had brown wooden walls. He made himself welcome on their couch and sighed.

"So how did you get on in Austrailia?" Hermione asked nervously as she went over to the kitchen to make two cups of tea.

"Well I'm officially an Auror!" Ron sighed happily, but was confused when Hermione talked nervously. "And I'll have a coffee if you have any,"

"I thought you didn't like coffee," Hermione said. Her apartment was small, but she was happy with it anyway. Ron had lived here with her before he went off to Austrailia.

"I only drink it when I feel tired," he rubbed his next, realizing it was best never to sleep on an areoplane's chair if he ever went abroad again.

"Milk, two sugars and cream?" Hermione asked.

"With chocolate sprinkles. He grinned when he heard Hermione laugh.

"You're unbelievable!" she said through laughs.

"Which is why you love me so much!" They both became silent immediately; so silent they could hear a pin drop. Hermione came back with her tea and his coffee.

"Thanks," he mumbled when she handed it to him and they both drank in silence. Ron's eyes roamed around the room, trying to desperately find his attention on something. His eyes saw something shiny on Hermione's finger so he gazed at it. There was a huge diamond ring on one of her fingers with her left hand. Ron spat out the coffee he just had in his mouth. Hermione jumped.

"Ron, are you alright?!" Hermione went over to him and patted his back while he coughed. He took a sip of his coffee and calmed down.

"I-I am now," he and Hermione's body and faces were quite close. Ron pulled away from her a little bit.

"Hermione,"

"Yes?" she answered slowly.

"Why do you have a huge diamond ring on your finger?" Please don't be taken away from me...

Hermione looked at the diamond ring and groaned. She had forgotten to take it off...

"I-I," she looked up at Ron with tears in her eyes. "Please don't be mad... You weren't supposed to see it!"

"It depends on what the fuck has happened! And this was going to be kept a secret from me, you're best friend?!" Ron shouted, which made Hermione jump again. So much for controling my temper...

"I- Please don't swear, Ron and sit down. If I told you then I'd knew you'd act like this!" she whispered. She was scared. Ron eyed her suspiciously before sitting down.

"Okay," she sighed. "A few days after you left for Auror training I was in my office working," Hermione had been promoted to The Department of Law Enforcement. "And my secretery I had someone wanting to see me right away. I asked who it was, but the secretery told me the person refused to give them their name so I decided to let the person through and that person-that person was-" Hermione's eyes started to have tears in them. "Viktor Krum."

Ron's body went numb and he decided to pale. "G-Go on," he whispered.

"I was so suprised to see him there," her voice, barely above a whisper. "I asked him why he had come here and he said that he had come to see me for a while. We had been chatting and before I knew it, we were dating," she took a deep breath, "He took me to restraunts and showed me off everywhere we went. I was slightly uncomfortable with this, but then Viktor told me to relax, have fun and smile at the camera. We were in every magazine! B-But one night," she took another deep breath, "He took me to this posh restraunt and when we finished our starter and main course, the desert arrived and he had proposed to me. Everyone was 'awwing' and 'ahhing' so-so I decided to accept," Hermione started to cry now while Ron was just sitting there, staring at her in shock. His eyes moved to the mantlepiece. There were pictures of her and Viktor smiling and kissing each other. He got up and touched them. He realized all the pictures of Harry, him and Hermione were all at the back.

"H-He said it would create a more happy atmosphere if I put pictures of him and me then you Harry or me," Hermione wiped her tears on her sleeves. Ron sat next to Hermione.

"When's the wedding?"

"In two weeks," she sniffed.

"Do you love him?" She stared at him as if he was mad.

"What?"

"Do you love him?"

"I-I," Hermione shook her head, "I guess not. Not completely."

"Have you slept with him?" he said firmly. He had clenched fists in his lap, his knuckle was turning white. She slowly shook her head.

"It just wouldn't have been right since..."

"Since that time between me and you?" she nodded in reply.

Ron remembered the time that he and Hermione had slept together. It was a few hours before he would be setting off to go to Auror training...

Flashback

"I'll miss you, Ron," Hermione said while hugging him. They were in the middle of their apartment embracing each other.

"I'll miss you too," he said, embracing her back. They stood like that for a while.

"You're a sweet guy, Ron," Hermione's head was on his shoulder, "Any woman would be lucky to have you," she lifted her head slowly and looked up at him. Ron saw passion in her eyes. His erection was becoming was starting to rise. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he stared at her's. Ron couldn't help it much longer and leaned in and kissed her. Hermione immediately responded back and pulled Ron's neck closer to her so she could deepen the kiss. Ron stepped forward, which made Hermione fall back on the couch with him. He lifted his head up and started to unbutton her blouse while she tugged Ron's shirt over his head. She decided that Quidditch had been good for him because he had such a muscular body. Ron quickly threw her blouse to the other side of the room and kissed her neck. He lifted her back up a little so he could undo her bra hooks. He fumbled with it for a while until he became unpaitent and pulled it apart, which made it rip.

"Ron!" Hermione said angrily while he was still kissing her neck.

"Sorry," he breathed, "You can easily repair it or buy another one!"

"But that's not the poin- oh!" she was cut off when he put his mouth over her left nipple. Hermione's breathing became shaky while Ron was licking and lightly biting her nipple, making sure she wasn't in pain and started to knead her breast. He moved to the other breast and paid as much as equal attention to that one. Soon he decided to kiss down her body and realized Hermione still had her pale yellow skirt on that went up to her knees. He quickly tugged at it and it came down her legs. He then removed her white sandles and threw it behind him. He saw that Hermione had pale yellow knickers on with white dots. He tugged them down quickly and threw them across the room as well. He put his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart while Hermione sat up. She turned a deep red and looked away.

"You're beautiful," Ron was trailing kisses, up and down her thighs. He slowly kissed her inner thigh, savouring the moment. He bowed his head down and made sure her wet, hot centre was covered with his mouth. Hermione gasped and laid back down, but her legs still spread. Her eyes were rolled at the back of her head as she closed them and she could see little stars bursting everywhere. Ron was working his tongue around his centre. He quickly plunged his tongue in it and made Hermione moan. He used his left hand to play with her folds and lightly grazed his teeth over her clit. He did this for a while until he kissed back up her body. He kissed Hermione on the mouth which she happily returned. His hand slowly moved downwards again and slid a finger inside of her which made her moan, but it was muffled against Ron's mouth. Hermione was turned on by the taste of her and Ron on her lips. Ron pulled back and slipped another finger inside her. His thumb brushed against her clit. He rubbed her clit with his thumb in a circular motion. He knew he was making her go over her climax.

"Ron-Ron, please..." she begged.

"Shh... I want you to come when I'm inside of you. Just be paitent..." He slowly stroked her which made her moan louder. He could see her shiver violently. He stopped doing the process after a while and sat next to her sighing. Hermione soon calmed down, climbed on Ron and then straddled him with her legs (which suprised Ron alot.)

"Hermione, what are you-"

"You're not the only one who can have fun, Ronald," she bent down and kissed him, her hands on his cheeks. She could feel Ron's bulging erection through the tight material of his jeans. Her finger trailed down his muscular chest and moved to the left. She circled her finger around the newly-hardened nipple and sucked on it slowly, savouring the moment. She went over to his other nipple and licked it. She could smell his sweet cologne on his body. Ron let out a groan. Hermione pulled back and kissed Ron again. Her finger trailed down his chest again, but this time it went South. Her finger found his belt and she used her hands to undo it. She threw it away behind her and it landed on top of the T.V., but she didn't care. She wanted Ron and that was all that mattered.

She unbuttoned his jeans for him and broke the kiss to pull it off of him. She took off his socks afterwards and glanced at his erection. She laughed.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked.

"Y-You're boxers!" Hermione put her hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter. His boxers were orange with all the Chudley Cannons players on them. Ron blushed and Hermione started to take pity on Ron.

"Sorry, Ron," she gave him a swift peck on his lips. She was suprised to still taste herself on him. "How can I make it up to you?" she teased him.

"Well..." he said, playing along. "You could get these boxers off me..." Hermione smirked playfully and budged them off forcefully, which made Ron shout out in pain.

"Oh, Ron, are you alright? What did I do? What happened?" Hermione asked quickly.

"Y-You," he croaked. "You pulled my boxers down with too much force when my erection was in the way," he quickly put his hand to his erection to cover it up.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, Ron!" she slapped his hands away from his erection and her eyes widened at how huge his cock was.

"Oh-my-" she stared at it for a very long time which made Ron highly uncomfortable. "Your huge!" she saw Ron's face, "Which is a good thing! Double the fun," she soon relaxed and smirked and kissed down Ron's body. She got Ron to sit up while she was on her knees. She put her hands around his huge and large manhood and brung it forward to her mouth while she was leaning in. She slowly licked it all around.

"Fuck!" Ron groaned out.

"Don't lick swear," Hermione said in between each lick. Ron groaned loudly when she used her whole mouth to cover it. He fell back on the couch, slightly bringing Hermione with him. His hands went to her soft bushy hair. He didn't want to gag her, but he slowly brough her head closer. Ron was going to go over the edge.

"Hermione-please-" now it was his turn to beg.

"Be paitent," she said while his cock was still in her mouth. She smirked, knowing what would send Ron to burst. She gently bit his cock and used her hands to squeeze his testicles. Hermione felt a silky substance explode in her mouth and she swallowed Ron in a whole. She lifted her head up and whiped her mouth. Ron tasted like Chocolate Frogs.

She looked up at Ron and grinned at him. Ron's eyes were closed and his eyes were rolled in the back of his head. He could see tiny stars burst everywhere. Ron felt something cold hit his manhood and he opened his eyes. He could see the bushy-haired which grin happily and his cock was covered in saliva. Hermione climbed on top of him and straddled his hips again. She felt the tip of Ron's entrance touch her centre and he still had an erection.

"Do you want to do this?" Ron asked. He would never want to hurt Hermione... ever. She nodded. "Positive?" she nodded again.

"Please, Ron," Hermione whispered. "I want to do this. Are you sure?" He nodded, "Positive?" he nodded again.

"Are you ready?" he nodded again. She slowly sat up, but then made sure Ron's cock plunged into her. She moaned loudly and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry," Ron whispered shakily. She shook her head. Ron's large hands gripped her hips while hers gripped his shoulders. She made Ron plunge into her again and their hips started to thrust forward.

"Fucking hell, so wet!" Ron shouted.

"Don't-swear," Hermione said through clenched teeth. She let out a moan when Ron was in her again.

"Harder-faster-" she demanded and he obeyed. They were both sweaty and they were sure the neighboros could hear them through the walls, but they didn't care because they just have what they've desired all their life threw Hogwarts. Soon, Ron and Hermione couldn't take it anymore and Ron cummed into her and they both screamed out each other's names. Hermione stopped thrusting her hips with Ron and landed on him, her head in his chest. They were both panting and sweating heavily. After a few moments of calming down, Hermione lifted her head up and smiled lazily. She brushed Ron's sweaty fringe out of his face.

"I'll miss you," she said tiredly.

"I'll miss you too," Ron replied, just soundling like her. "You don't regret this do you?"

"No," she replied firmly. "Never."

They sat in silence for a few more minutes.

"Ron," Hermione whispered, staring deeply into his china blue eyes. "I need to get out of you and you need to leave if you really want to become an Auror," Ron opened his mouth to say something, but closed it after a few seconds, not know what to say. Hermione slowly pulled herself out of him and went around the room gathering his stuff.

"Here," she handed him his clothes. "You need to go or you'll miss you're plane," he accepted the clothes and quickly put them on. He turned to Hermione, who was standing behind him and watch him put his clothes on. He walked up to her and cupped her face in his large lands.

"Bye, Hermione," he kissed her tenderly on the lips, picked up his luggage by the door and left before he could get all emotional.

"Bye, Ron," she watched Ron walk out the door. "I love you." she whispered.

End of flashback

Ron and Hermione stared at each other uncomfortably.

"Do you still regret it now?" he asked her.

"No," she replied firmly. "Never." Ron noticed she used the same tone as she did that night.

"Will you be moving into Vicky's anytime soon?" he spat angrily. She shook her head.

"Not until the wedding..." she shifted in her seat. "I-I've missed you, Ron." she stood moved over to him and embraced him which he returned back. After a few minutes of staying in that position, Ron felt something wet penertrate into his clothes. He lifted his head up from Hermione's head and realized she was crying.

"Oh, Hermione," he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "What's wrong?" he could feel Hermione shake violently.

"I-I-I don't want to marry Viktor, Ron," she whispered, looking up at him, feeling pathetic. "I want to marry someone, but just not him," she shook her head.

"Well... who do you want to marry?" he asked, leaning slowly into her.

"I want to marry-" she was cut off by a sound coming from the stairs.

"Mummy?" which broke Ron and Hermione apart immediately. "Who's that man?" asked a two year old, red haided, blue-eyed girl.

"Rose!" Hermione jumped in her seat. Rose walked over to her. "What are you doing up? And haven't I told you not to walk down the stairs. You could get hurt!"

"Mummy, relax! I heard a noise so I came to invesigate," Rose stared at Ron and smiled. "You've got the same hair colour just like me!" she squealed in delight. "And our eyes!" Ron smiled at her and then moved his gaze to Hermione, who mouthed later.

"What's your name?" Ron asked the little girl.

"Well if you listened to my mummy then you would know," she said, putting Ron on the spot which made him sweat.

"Relax!" Rose giggled at Ron's face. "I was messing with ya!" Ron couldn't help but admire the little girl in front of him. She had bushy red hair with china blue eyes. She looked like Hermione. He thought Hermione must have brought her up well if she could speak like a proper adult and walk down the stairs by herself.

"I-I'm Ronald Billus Weasley," Ron relaxed, "But people call me Ron."

"Pleased to meet you, Ron," she held out her tiny hand, which he shook in his big hand. Rose climbed on Hermione's lap and glanced up at her.

"Is this my Dad?" Rose asked Hermione. Hermione looked at Ron to Rose and then said,

"Yes-Yes it is."