CHAPTER TWO
"Will you stop fidgeting?" Ginny hisses, with a sharp kick to my shin for emphasis.
"C'mon Ginny, leave him be," Harry says, trying to calm his harpy of a girlfriend.
She really is, a Harpy I mean – starts training camp in Holyhead in two weeks.
"She'll be here, Ron, don't worry." Harry's tone sounds like he's talking to a bleedin' toddler. "I'm sure she's just busy catching up with her parents."
That reminds me…
"Did anybody else notice the Grangers seemed a bit…tense?" I ask, not sure what I want the answer to be.
"Yeah," Harry says, taking a pull of his ale. "Her dad mostly, thought you said he liked you?"
"He does…or did…I don't fucking know anymore."
"Maybe he caught you shagging his only daughter?" George offers as he slides onto the bench next to me, delivering another round of drinks and some chips.
"Nah, doubt that's it."
"Why not? Most of us have caught you two going at it," George says, stuffing a chip in his mouth.
"Ha bloody ha," I mock, tossing back my Firewhisky. "Barmy girl casts a Parentus Repellum just for a quick snog good night."
Before we can solve the mystery of what crawled up Mr Granger's arse, I spot Hermione rushing in the front door of the pub.
Damn she looks good. She's obviously frantic about being so late (almost an hour and a half!). She's scanning the pub and working herself into a state. I really shouldn't let her get too worked up, though she does look pretty hot, what with the heavy breathing and wild hair.
I'm about to call out to her, but she finally spots me. She instantly relaxes and flashes me a brilliant smile. She's wearing a little white button up jumper over one of those summer dress thingies she bought last year – the kind I know for a fact she doesn't wear a bra under.
Fuck me.
I jab George in his side. "Oi, budge over."
He spots Hermione as she approaches our booth and he slides over on the bench – slamming me into the wall. I shove him back, and he almost falls onto the floor.
"What? You told me to move over." George does his best impression of an innocent face, causing Hermione to laugh. Can't get too mad at the tosser for doing that.
George gets up and gives Hermione a quick hug, telling her how glad he is she's back. "Maybe now this one will stop moping so much and actually get some work done," he says, nodding in my direction.
I see a flash of concern across Hermione's face. Doubt anyone but me notices. She's been dropping hints that I should leave the shop altogether now that I'm in the field more with my Auror squad.
Shit, it's not like I can just abandon George; she's must understand that.
George announces that he's off to meet up with Lee and Angelina. Giving Hermione a quick peck on the cheek, he says, "Careful on those French beaches, make sure you do a strong sun block charm. Don't wanna burn Ron's favourite play things." With that he waves and heads for the door.
Hermione looks appalled and Harry and Ginny are sniggering; I don't quite get the joke.
By now I'm standing right in front of Hermione. I put my hands on her waist and give her a questioning look. She's flushed and won't quite meet my eyes; she seems embarrassed.
Finally Ginny laughs, "French beaches are notoriously topless, Ron."
What? No way. I look at Harry, who's blushing like a Weasley and trying not to laugh (not trying hard enough, the git). He nods in agreement.
"Oh hell no!"
I tighten my hold on Hermione. "I forbid it! There is no way those slimy French blokes are getting' a look at your ti–"
"Excuse me?" Hermione raises an eyebrow and purses her lips slightly. Shit. Step one in the Hermione Granger row preparation. Step two is hands on hips; luckily they are still resting on my shoulders, so there's time to save myself.
"Er … uh, what I mean is…"
"Don't you trust my concealment charms, Ron?" She's moved her hands to play with my hair now, so I know she's teasing me.
"I know better than anyone how good they are," I quietly tease right back, pulling her closer. I let my hands wander low on her back, just grazing the top of her knickers.
The evil girl goes in for the kill, whispering in my ear, "Don't worry Ron, these tits are for your eyes only."
She knows how wild it makes me to hear her say things like 'tits' or 'cock'. Last time we shagged, I swear she said 'fuck' – though she swears she didn't.
Harry clears his throat, getting our attention. Good thing too, I'm about to throw her on the table and take her right here.
Hermione slides into the bench next to me. I immediately lay my arm around her shoulder and she rests her hand high on my leg.
"I'm really sorry I'm so late," she says breathlessly, squeezing my thigh. "My parents had so much to talk about."
Harry gives me a nervous glance and I bite my tongue. I don't want to spoil tonight by getting into it about her parents.
"Did I miss Neville?" Hermione asks, searching the crowded pub.
"Yeah, he left a while ago," Harry says.
"With Hannah Abbott," Ginny interjects, anxious to share the gossip.
As the two girls speculate over poor Neville's love life, I can't help by think how lucky we are. I swear I thought this day would never come – we're all sitting around talking and laughing…and it feels so normal.
Finally, after a few rounds, Ginny pipes up, "I should be getting home, Mum'll worry." She lets out the most fake yawn I've ever seen. "Besides, I'm rather tired." She turns to Harry and smiles in a way a bloke doesn't like to see his little sister smile – especially at his best mate. "Will you see me home, Harry?"
"You're of age, you can see yourself home." I know what she has in mind, and believe me, I don't want Harry anywhere near our flat tonight, but sometimes I just can't help myself. Think maybe George is rubbing off on me.
"No, I don't mind…might even join you…I mean stay over, if you don't think your parents would mind…uh, in Ron's room of course."
Poor Harry almost strained something trying to get that sentence out. Hermione squeezes my leg hard, almost as if in warning. Doesn't she know I'm just having a laugh?
"We should be going as well; we'll walk you out." Hermione budges against me, pushing me out of the booth.
Once Harry and Ginny leave, Hermione turns to me and gives me a sexy smirk. "I believe you had some place you wanted to show me."
"What are we waiting for?" I wrap my arms around her in preparation for Side-Along Apparition to my new flat. I can't resist giving her a quick kiss before we go.
"Don't get distracted," she says. "Remember: destination, determination, deliberation."
I give her lush arse a squeeze, "I think you'll find I'm very determined."
With that, I turn on the spot and when we next feel solid ground we are standing outside the door to the flat Harry and I moved into the week after Easter. (Once he and Ginny got back together, he felt awkward living at the Burrow – probably had something to do with Mum catching with his hand up Ginny's shirt over the Easter hols).
I catch Hermione quickly scanning to make sure everything is there – that I haven't splinched her. Damn, I Apparate all over Britain every day, I think I can handle a little trip across London.
"So, here we are," I announce. Why do I feel a little nervous? Stupid really, not like I've never been alone with Hermione before. This just feels different. It feels grown up or something, taking my girl to my flat for the night – no parents, no best mate snoring in the next bed, no interruptions. Just me and Hermione – all alone, all night.
"You've gained some patience in your old age, Weasley. I figured you'd bring us straight to your bedroom." Her arms are wrapped around my waist and I feel her laugh against my back. Right now I don't even know if we'll even make it to my bedroom. This door seems pretty sturdy…
My hand's a little shaky as I move my wand over the entrance to our flat. Focus, you can't get this spell wrong.
Harry and I agreed that we would alter the wards to allow Hermione in at any time. For anyone else, either me or Harry has to be the one to turn the handle to open the door, either from the inside or out. We're also the only people who can enter by Apparition.
Harry wanted to extend the blood magic to include Ginny, but I explained that having the blood of two Weasleys might be enough to let all Weasleys pass and did he really want my mum to be able to Apparate in as she pleases. Plus, I didn't like the idea of Ginny being able to pop in just to shag my mate. I didn't tell him that last bit, of course.
He took the mickey something awful for all the research I did on the spell, called me a swot and Percy Jr. If it gets Hermione in my bed whenever she wants, I don't give a Hippogriff's arse what he calls me.
"Well, if I did that, Hermione, I couldn't do this…" I complete my wand work and turn her so she's beside me in front of the door. I take her hand, holding it over the doorknob. "This might hurt," I whisper. With my wand, I make a small prick in her finger while she gasps softly.
"Sorry." I wince as I squeeze her small finger until a sizeable drop of blood appears, then I hold it over the handle. As her blood begins to fall, I murmur an incantation, causing the handle to glow brighter as each drop makes contact.
"This is very complicated magic, Ron." I wouldn't quite call it a tone of surprise … but it's pretty close.
"I am an Auror Hermione, I can do complicated spells, you know." I try really hard to keep my voice steady.
"Of course," she says, staring down at the floor and looking chastised.
Great, now you've done it, you giant pillock.
The spell is complete, and I bring her finger to my lips for a kiss before I heal it. I get a shy smile in return.
I can't help myself; I suck her finger gently before moving on to kiss each of her fingers. When I place a kiss into the palm of her hand, I'm rewarded with a sigh of "Oh, Ron." She moves her hand to the side of my face, and I kiss the soft inside of her wrist. I can feel her blood pulsing under my lips.
"You can go in now," I murmur into her skin. "No need to have me or Harry with you next time, you can get through the wards no problem." My voice sounds hoarse and scratchy to my ears.
"There's a password too, for unlocking the door, if you don't want to use Apparition. Just Alohomora and then say 'Wronksi Feint'."
Hermione rolls her eyes at the Quidditch reference. She then takes my face gently between her hands and kisses my mouth lightly. "I love you," she whispers.
Suddenly I don't care if she thinks I can't Apparate further than the corner or am only capable of the simplest of spells.
She loves me, that's enough.
And I love her.
I want her.
I need her.
When Hermione turns to open the door, I lean in and kiss her neck, whispering, "I love you." I get the response I hoped for – shivers and a small whimper. Once we go through this door things will change, I'm certain of it.
I suppress a shout of joy when the spell works and Hermione passes through the wards without difficulty.
Our lives together can finally begin.
And I can finally shag Hermione – it's been way too long.
I'm so freaking hard right now, I wish I had taken us straight to my room and done the spell later.
"So, are you going to give me the grand tour?"
She has got to be fucking kidding me.
"Fine." I grab her hand and practically pull her down the hall. "Here, this is the kitchen," I say pointing toward the open door on the right; she tries to take a closer look but this tour is on a tight schedule. "Leads into the lounge – nice big sofa, perfect for taking a kip, I actually fit."
"Oh! Are you connected to the Floo?" she asks when she spots the fireplace as I drag her through the room.
"Calls only, we have to invite people through." She's giggling now as I continue hurrying her towards the back hall.
I point to the first door on the left, "Harry's room. Never go in there."
She stops abruptly. "Why?"
I shudder as I remember walking in on Harry having it off, moaning my sister's name.
"Just trust me," I say, tugging on her arm. "Or at least make sure you knock first – loudly."
I open the door across from Harry's. "This is the bath; enlarged tub." I pause here, thinking of Hermione submerged in our large bath, soap bubbles clinging to the most delicious places, her wet legs wrapped around my–
"Looks nice," Hermione whispers in my ear, pulling me from my fantasies. Why fantasise, when I have the real thing right here?
The bath can wait till later.
"C'mon." I take her hand and lead her on, the rushing about over. I open the door at the end of the hall.
"My room."
She walks around, taking it all in. I close the door behind us, not bothering to lock or cast an Impertubable on it, no need – it's just us tonight.
"It's not orange," she laughs. "And only one Cannons poster, you've come a long way."
"Yeah, well, the team signed this one, had to hang it up," I say, waving toward the autographed poster.
Hermione sits on the edge of my large bed – finally I get to sleep on a bed that's long enough – and smiles up at me.
Fast as a snidget, I'm across the room and kissing her. I take her beautiful face in my hands, burying my fingers in her mad hair.
Gods I love kissing Hermione. All passion and heat … the things that swotty mouth of hers can do…
I've move my lips to her neck and suck that spot I discovered last summer, earning me a sexy moan. Pushing her silly little jumper down and off her arms, I kiss the hidden freckles on her shoulders, tugging her thin dress strap down with my teeth. I can't stop my hand from reaching up and grabbing a handful of her breast – her moan tells me she's damn glad I have no self-control.
"Missed you," I groan, kissing my way back to her mouth.
"Love you," she whispers, grazing the shell of my ear with her teeth. Drives me mental, she knows how feckin' sensitive my ears are.
I have to feel more of her against me, so I press forward until Hermione is stretched out under me on my bed, her leg wrapping around mine, pulling me closer, her hands squeezing my arse.
I'll never understand her fascination with my bony arse. I've learned not to question it and just be grateful.
My hands and mouth seem to take on a will of their own. I'm kneading, kissing, and biting my way down her body. Words like want and need and love escape between panting breaths and moans of each other's name.
Hermione's dress has hitched up, offering me a flash of blue knickers. I rub my palm between her legs before I slide my hand down her legs to slip off her shoes.
She's tugging on my shirt so I sit up on my knees, straddling one of her legs. As I pull up my shirt, Hermione kisses my stomach, her hands on my arse again, her teeth nipping at the trail of ginger hair that leads down to my cock.
By the time I get my T-shirt over my head and across the room, Hermione is already working on opening my trousers and shoving them past my hips. I bite back my shout of relief once the cool air hits my aching cock. Hermione wraps her hand around my hard-on, stroking it from root to tip.
I struggle to get my clothes all the way off, catching my trousers on my feet and causing Hermione to laugh that delicious laugh of hers.
Stupid shoes.
I finally manage to get everything off, including my socks – Hermione's got this weird thing about shagging with socks on. I look down at Hermione's smiling face. She has way too many clothes on.
I need her naked.
Now.
"Hermione," I gasp, gathering her dress in my hands and trying – and failing – to pull it up, which gets me another laugh.
A bloke could really get a complex from all this laughter when messing around.
"There's a zipper," she says in her best 'Know-It-All' voice.
I try not to growl in frustration.
When her hands reach behind her back for the zip, I stop her.
"Let me."
I lean forward and pull the zip down as far as I can reach. I slide the straps all the way down her arms and pull the front of her dress loose, causing her tits to spill out.
"Lay down," I tell her, kissing her as she rests back against the pillows. My hands instantly reach for her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. Her tits are so sensitive. I'll never forget the time I got her off just snogging and playing with her breasts.
"Oh God, Ron," Hermione moans – the sound goes straight to my cock. I tug at her dress again; can't get it all the way down. Must still be zipped.
"Turn over so I can this damned thing off."
"Doesn't matter, just leave it," she pants, squirming under me, eager as I am.
Not this time. This isn't a quick shag under the Quidditch stands or in a cupboard where we might get caught. I want to do this right.
"Turn over, Hermione," I say in my most commanding Auror-like voice. I don't know if that'll earn me a kick in the bollocks or not, but it's worth a shot.
She quickly flips on her stomach with a breathy moan. Oh, I definitely have to remember to do that again.
I straddle her legs, find the zip pull and yank. Finally I can get this bloody nuisance off.
After I toss her dress aside, I'm left with the sight of her bare back and perfect arse covered by a scrap of blue. Before she can turn over, I lean forward and run my hands up the back of her legs, over her knickers and onto her back.
I don't think I'll ever get used to the feel of Hermione's skin, it's just so fucking soft. I'm not pressing hard, like I do when I rub her tired muscles, sore from hunching over ridiculously large books. In fact, I'm barely touching her.
I trail a finger along the centre of her back, straight down her spine. Don't know the right word to describe Hermione's bare back. Elegant maybe? Definitely sexy.
I'm relieved to see she's not as skinny as she used to be; she's been taking care of herself at school. I remember holding her that night, after that bitch tortured her, and hating myself for not keeping her safe – protected. Not just from scum like Greyback or the fucking Malfoys – I couldn't even keep her fed. It was my duty to take care of her, and I failed. As I held her crying body in my arms that night I swear I felt every ridge of bone on her skinny back. I remember being amazed at how such a strong woman could feel so fragile.
It didn't take long for Fleur's rich food and Mum's nagging to put some meat on her bones. I worried she'd forget to eat back at Hogwarts, but it looks like she's been well fed; another thing to be grateful to the house-elves for, I reckon.
There's a large single freckle, just off-centre, by her shoulder blade. When I lean over to kiss it, I feel her shiver underneath me. As she wriggles, my aching cock rubs against her silk-covered bum.
Damn that feels incredible. I have to do that again.
I place my hands on either side of Hermione's body and bend to kiss her shoulders and neck, pulling her hair aside and telling her how much I love her. I can't help grinding my prick against her lush arse.
She's moaning my name; doesn't seem like she's able to say much else. I know exactly how she feels.
I move my body back so my lips can kiss down the line of her back till I reach the waistband of her knickers. I slowly pull them down her lean legs and throw them across the room; we can find them in the morning.
What a gorgeous sight – Hermione Granger stretched out naked under me.
Before she can roll over, I decide to make good on my promise to lick every inch of her.
I start on the backs of her legs, kissing and licking my way up from her ankles. I know better than to mess with her feet. Too damn ticklish – nothing spoils the mood like a broken nose, learnt that the hard way.
When I get to the back of her knee, she starts squirming. "Ron! That tickles!"
"Not gonna break my nose again, are you?"
"I'll break something if you don't–"
I place my hand on her arse to keep her in place, my thumb dipping between her legs, teasing her wet fanny. "If I don't 'what', Hermione?"
"Move…God, Ron, please…"
I kiss her right thigh, then her left, moving closer to that delicious bum of hers. I trail my tongue along the curve of her plump cheeks.
One thing's for sure – no matter how skinny she gets, Hermione always seems to have a perfect round arse. I love the way it fits in my hands, like it was fucking made for me.
Hermione's arching up under me, lifting her arse higher in the air, trying to draw my attention to her fanny.
I have to taste her.
"Patience, Hermione." I suck a bum cheek savagely, leaving a large love bite behind. I move to tease her cunt with my tongue, and then lick up the crevice of her arse. When I knead her bum cheeks roughly, I catch a glimpse of her tight ring.
So fucking tempting – I did say I'd lick every inch …
I dart my tongue out and give it a few quick flicks. Hermione squeals loudly and her arse jumps in the air.
I move on quickly, before she can think too much on it …
"You're so soft, Hermione." I run my tongue up her spine slowly, enjoying the slightly salty taste of her skin. "You taste so good," I whisper as I kiss her neck.
My cock is resting in the crack of her arse, sliding between her firm cheeks as I move back and forth. How can her skin feel even softer than her knickers did?
"Ron …" She's looking over her shoulder at me – so beautiful, so freaking sexy – lifting her hips off the bed and urging me to take her.
I have to kiss her.
So I do.
I ease my body off hers enough so she can turn all the way over. Her hands clutch at my back, my arse – pulling me closer. I can feel her eager dampness pressed on my cock as it rocks against her clit. So close…
I kiss her neck, licking the sweat from the hollow of her throat. I run my tongue between her brilliant tits, making my way from one to the other – leaving love bites on a path to her stomach. I can't help swirling my tongue in her belly button, making Hermione laugh and squirm.
"Come here." Hermione grabs my arm and pulls me back up her body before my mouth can travel any lower. "Enough," she says.
"Now." She wraps her legs around me, hooking her feet behind me.
"Now," I agree, sliding my leaking dick deep inside her.
Buggering fucking hell.
I'm trying to go slow, make this last, but it's almost bloody impossible with the way Hermione's moving under me, making those amazing little whimpering sounds of hers with each thrust.
My brain shuts off as I move faster and harder. Next thing I know, I've rolled us over and Hermione is riding me, my hands on her arse guiding her up and down until she's squeezing my cock and crying my name. My mind is a blur of words and sensations: hot, wet, tight until I'm shouting and coming too.
"Fuck, Hermione!"
She collapses against me, her brilliant tits sliding against my sweaty chest, her breath hot in my ear as she hums contentedly over my shoulder.
"Nice to do it in bed for once," she sighs.
"Nice to do it anywhere," I tease as I smack her arse lightly. "Besides, I thought you liked the broom cupboard." We last managed to shag in the cupboard off the Entrance Hall when I came up to Hogwarts for the last Quidditch match of the year. I really didn't give a shit about Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff, but I'd be damned if I'd have missed a chance to see Hermione.
Hermione laughs and leans up on her elbows to smile down at me. "The broom cupboard was lovely." She wipes my hair back off my damp forehead. "You're lovely."
I pull a face. "Blokes aren't lovely, Hermione." I squeeze her arse roughly, to assert non-lovely manliness. She offers a sexy combination laugh/moan in response.
Hmm…wonder if I can keep my cock inside her until Round Two…
Hermione obviously has other plans, as she shifts her body up, releasing my spent cock to flop against my thigh.
Next thing I know Hermione's hopped out of bed and is scanning the room.
"Where are my knickers?"
"Why? No one's here, you can go to the loo starkers – in fact…" I bounce off the bed and meet her over by the wardrobe, where she's found her lost knickers. "What say I draw us a bath? Clean up the Muggle way, yeah?"
"Sounds lovely Ron, but I can't. Oh, is that your wand?" She bends over – Fuck, the sight of her naked arse is giving me a chubby already – and pulls my wand out of my discarded trousers.
She casts a non-verbal over the two of us and the familiar tingle of a cleansing charm washes over me. My wand is tossed on the bed as Hermione pulls on her knickers.
"Now … where'd my dress get off to?"
Wait, what the fuck?
Where the hell is she going?
"You're leaving?" I ask, gobsmacked.
"Well, yes, Ron. I need to get home." She steps into her dress, practically twisting her arms off trying to get the zip up. Fuck if I'll help her.
"No!" That's not the plan, dammit! "You're supposed to spend the night … we're gonna shag ourselves into a stupor and fall asleep naked then wake and do it again…repeating the process until I have to report to work tomorrow."
Hermione plops down on my rumpled bed and eases on her shoes. The look on her face as she sighs tells me she doesn't want to leave.
"You've obviously given this a lot of thought."
I nod in agreement, feeling myself blush a little. It's obscene how much I've thought about this night – the night we'd finally be together.
She stands and crosses over to me, wrapping her arms tightly around my naked body. "I'm sorry," she murmurs into my chest. "My father made it very clear he'd be waiting up for me, I have to go."
"But you're going away." Not proud to admit I sound like a whinging schoolboy.
"Just for two weeks." Ever the voice of reason, my Hermione. "We've been apart longer."
"You'll be back for Ginny's party, yeah? Before she leaves for training camp?"
I feel her cringe against me. "We won't be back until late that Sunday." Before I can protest, she continues, "Ginny and I are having tea tomorrow, while you and Harry are working. I'm sure she'll understand."
Good, maybe she can explain it to me.
She pulls back a little and smiles up at me, trying to look brave. "I'll miss you." She reaches one hand up to play with my hair, while the other scratches lightly up and down my back. "I love you," she whispers against my mouth before kissing me.
"Love you," I reply, once I reluctantly release her lips.
She steps away from me, picks her jumper off the floor and Disapparates, leaving me feeling unbelievably cold – standing alone and naked in the middle of my bedroom.
Now what? I ask myself.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
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