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Beach Vacation Part 2

The ocean breeze blew into their room, sending shivers down Hermione's spine. She quickly wrapped herself up in the quilt at the foot of the bed and went rummaging for her clothes, which were strewn about the room.

"Already?" Ron whined, "I was just getting started!" He pleadingly looked at her.

She smiled back at him, "Sorry, babe. I'm freezing and I have to call my cousin and let her know we got here." She fastened her bra and wriggled back into her tight jeans.

Her arse is so amazing, Ron thought as he reached for his own clothes. I can't believe I'm going to ask her to marry me. What if she says no? Bugger... she won't say no. God, I'm such a bloody wanker. He watched Hermione cover her curves with a giant, fluffy sweatshirt and walk out of the room. As soon as Hermione was out of his sight, he searched his duffle for the ring. Thank Merlin for Ginny, I could never have found something so perfect. He stole one last glance of the white gold Celtic Trinity etching and the deep blue sapphire, Hermione's birthstone, that sparkled as brightly as the ocean. He heard her saying goodbye to her cousin and quickly slammed the box shut and shoved it into his pocket. Hermione walked into the room with a pleasant smile on her face. Ron realized his hands were shaking just a little bit.

"How was your cousin?" He choked out quickly, hoping she didn't see anything.

"Glinda? Oh, shes great as usual." Hermione laughed. "She fits her name so well, but I have always found it ironic that she was named after a witch."

Ron gave her a puzzled look. He knew he didn't pay that much attention in History of magic, but he'd never heard of a Glinda before. "What are you talking about, 'Mione?"

"Oh, I forgot that you didn't grow up with the great films." She grabbed his hand and led him back into the living room. She began scanning the shelves for Wizard of Oz. "Glinda is a character from one of the most enchanting books. I read it when I was little." She laughed, "of course, this same book gave Muggles the idea that witches were ugly, green, and evil."

"Why would they name your cousin after someone evil?" Ron inquired.

"Glinda's not the evil one... you need to just watch the film." She laughed and popped it into the VCR. "My mother and her sister grew up watching this film. It was one of the first to be shown in full color on the telly."

Ron settled into the sofa and Hermione snuggled up to him as the movie began playing. He burst into laughter at the sight of the wicked witch and her flying monkeys. This absurd idea of witches and wizards thoroughly amused Ron, but Hermione watched with the same passion she had for it as a child.

"Flying monkey's? Really?" Ron couldn't stop laughing during the film. "And a giant green head. I mean... what exactly are the Muggles smoking?"

"Oh, be quiet, Ron. It's a children's story, and happened to be one of my favorites growing up!"

When the movie finished, Ron finally admitted to Hermione that it wasn't so bad. "It is rather cute after all," he confessed. Hermione giggled as she turned off the television set.

"Have you thought about what you want to do tonight?" Hermione asked, excited to spend an evening with him in a new place.

"I was thinking of just bringing pizza and beer to the beach and enjoying the sunset." Ron tried to reply casually, but knew full well that this was how he wanted to propose: on the beach at sunset. "We can build a bonfire and just watch the sun go down over the horizon." She lowered herself down onto the couch with him and nuzzled into his neck, smelling his manly scent. He was wearing the cologne she gave him last Christmas.

"That sounds absolutely divine." She sighed and twirled her fingers around his locks of ginger hair. She couldn't get enough of him. The thought of him taking her right there on the beach was irresistible. Ron kissed the top of her head.

Hermione looked at the clock. 5:15, the sun wouldn't set for another two hours. She decided to start packing up their picnic anyway. She got up from the sofa and started hunting through the linen closets. There were a few old blankets she knew would keep them warm on the beach at night, especially if they were going to be losing their clothes at any point. She beamed with anticipation, already feeling the butterflies in her stomach. She managed to find a large basket to hold all of their goodies. She skipped over to the kitchen and started looking through the fridge for other treats. Luckily, there was already a six pack of beer, some cookies, and a few other snacks her cousin had stocked up on, plus she managed to pack up a few chocolate covered frogs before they left. The only thing left was to order the pizza, that would take a while, so she called ahead and ordered what she figured would be Ron's favorite, Hawaiian.

An hour later, after the blankets were rolled up and ready to go, the beer and snacks packed up, the pizza guy finally arrived with their order. The smell of dough and pineapples reached Ron's nose. "You're bloody brilliant, Hermione. This smells amazing!" She laughed as his never ending fascination with food and dragged him out the door.

They walked along the beach until they found an intimate little cove, surrounded by large rocks, perfect for their quiet evening. Ron was able to conjure a small bonfire for the two of them as Hermione laid out the blankets over the sand. They both sat down on the blanket and began to get settled. They both looked out at the ocean, it's waves breaking against the rocks along the shore. Ron thought once again about the ring in his pocket. He could feel the sweat building on his palms. He reached for the beer, quickly chugging it down, his nerves getting the best of him.

"Slow down, Ron! You won't last until the sunset at that pace!" Hermione smacked him across the shoulder.

"Sorry, Hermione, I don't mean to get sloshed while we're out here." He grabbed a slice of the pizza and crammed it into his mouth, the flavors beguiled his senses. She always knew exactly what he would like. Confirming to himself that he would ask her to marry him, he leaned over to Hermione as she was taking a bite of the pizza and brushed her hair behind her ear. That bushy hair that framed her face so well. "You are so beautiful, Hermione," he sighed as he watched her gazing off at the ocean.

"Oh, please, Ron. Don't flatter me." She giggled as she popped open a bottle of beer. "But, thank you," she said softly. She turned to meet his gaze. His blue eyes were reflecting all of the vibrant colors surrounding them. The blue of the sky and ocean, the orange of the fire, and even the brown of her own eyes. The twilight of the evening was starting to fall and several stars began peeking out of the heavens.

He cupped her face in his hands and planted a tender, amorous kiss on her lips. The sky was pink along the horizon and the twinkling stars were becoming brighter. He took her hand in his and squeezed it tightly. "Hermione. You are an amazing girl – an amazing woman, I should say," Ron took a deep, shaky breath, "and I want – I think that.."

"Ron," Hermione began to catch on to what he meant by his muttering "Get on with it." She smiled.

He widened his mouth to that beaming, goofy grin of his as he reached down into his pocket. "Will you..." he opened the small box, "please marry me, Hermione."

He gasped at the perfect artistry of the ring. She eagerly kissed him as he took out the ring and placed it on her finger. "Yes, yes, yes! Of course I will marry you!" She looked down at the delicate ring on her finger and back into Ron's eyes. "I love it, Ron." She began kissing him hard on the lips, pinning him down on the blanket.

"I'm glad you approve," he grinned as he took her by the waist. Her hair fell down into his face and he brushed it back again. "Hermione Weasley, I love you!"

She grabbed their second blanket and threw it over their bodies. The crackling fire and rolling waves had an amatory effect on both Hermione as she slid her tongue into Ron's mouth. He wrestled back with his own. She kissed down his jawline, the stubble scratching slightly at her lips and face was more of a turn-on than a nuisance, and she continued to kiss down his neck and nibble on his earlobes. Ron slid his hands up the back of her sweatshirt, swiftly pulling it off over her head. She practically purred with excitement as she began unbuttoning his pants. He turned her over onto her back and returned the gesture, grabbing her tight ass as he began pulling her jeans down. Hermione flinched a little, making Ron grin coyly. He felt around the lace panties and began pulling them down slowly, creating an ache within her belly.

"Ron, don't tease me like that!" she whined. He pulled her panties off her ankles and began devouring her inner thigh. She moaned as he began rubbing her clit with his thumb. His mouth soon took over where his hands left off as she squirmed and wriggled enthusiastically. His hot mouth inside her made her feel almost light-headed. She cried out his name in ecstasy as he shoved his tongue inside further and began to gently nibble at her nub. She grabbed onto his ginger hair and pulled his face up to hers as her legs shook with anticipation. She pressed her lips against his, her own flavors searing her tongue. He menacingly guided his hands up her t-shirt and underneath her bra. She could feel his hardness pressing against her bare legs through his jeans as he rubbed her soft, supple breasts. She started pushing down his pants, using her feet to shove them all the way off. The smells of Ron's body, mixed with the smoky fire and salty ocean, was the strongest aphrodisiac she'd ever encountered. This smells so much better than Slughorn's Amortentia potion she thought. She felt the building pressure between them, his hard erection pushing against her bare legs. She reached down and jerked off his boxers to feel his throbbing member. She felt the tip and caressed her hand up and down. He finally plunged inside of her, the motion behind each thrust a passionate and fantastic experience. She rolled over on top of him, rotating her hips against his. He groaned with pleasure as she did this, feeling himself come closer to the edge. He began rubbing her clit once more to bring her with him. Their labored breathing and building sweat cumulated into an extreme, simultaneous climax as they called out each others' names. She collapsed onto his chest, exhausted as she placed soft, wet kisses on his collarbone. He rolled her over to his right and leaned up on his shoulder to face her.

Hermione's face was flushed with passion. She couldn't stop grinning as she brought her hand up to look once more at the beautiful engagement ring. She realized that looking at such a stone was like gazing straight into Ron's eyes. She looked back at his deep blues once more and sighed. "I'm so happy, Ron." She felt the tears well up in her eyes as she turned her gaze up to the brilliant stars.

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