It's the night of Ron and Hermione's wedding, everything is bliss. A bit of romance and angst mixed together, reviews would be amazing!
"Our new home, Mrs. Weasley." Ron gestured with a grin as he killed the car engine. Hermione eagerly peered around him through the rain sodden window and gasped in amazement. A small, beautiful little house stood against a shimmering backdrop of brilliantly green leaved towering trees; the stars glistened against the dark sky as the moon, illuminating the droplets of rain that still clung to the ends of the leaves, sparkled down upon the roof.
"Oh, Ron! It's beautiful!" Hermione cried, flinging her arms around Rons' neck, her eyes brimming with tears. She was astounded at how much trouble Ron had gone to for their day. The wedding flashed through her mind and she could not stop grinning; her long, thin-strapped white gown flowing elegantly behind her, Ron in his smart suit, his flaming red hair smoothed to the side, Mrs. Weasley and her mother crying, Mr. Weasley and her father grinning proudly and Harry. Harry, her best friend, their best man, stood with Ginny on his arm winking at them as they passed, his unruly hair spiked. The day had been wonderful and Hermione was overcome with emotion, feeling serene as Ron and herself had stepped into the car for their honeymoon.
"I thought you'd like it," Ron exclaimed into her hair, stroking the soft, elegant curls, "But wait 'til you see inside!" He stepped out of the car and swiftly walked around to Hermione's side, grinning broadly as he opened the door. What he did next both shocked and enthralled Hermione all at once, so much so that she giggled. He unbuckled her seat belt and picked her up into his arms before hurrying towards the door. He felt for the key in the lock and the next second, they were both in the hallway of their new house. Ron set Hermione down and bit his lip, waiting anxiously for her reaction as he closed the door.
Ron had obviously visited before, for their new bungalow was decorated with candles igniting the hall and, from what Hermione could see, igniting the whole house with a warm glowing light. She noticed suddenly that the stairs were covered with a trail of inviting heart shaped confetti and she smiled, gazing at Ron admiringly.
"Oh, it's really lovely. Ron, I never thought you were capable of being so romantic!" She teased, walking towards him and wrapping her arms around his waist, breathing in his scent.
"Yeah, well, who'd have thought it? Me of all people - the guy with an emotional range of a teaspoon!" Ron chuckled at the memory and added, his voice suddenly serious, "So -" He cleared his throat and looked down intently into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes; his thumb stroked the side of her face as he searched for the right words, "What I'm trying to say is - well, today was the best day of my life. I'm so bloody happy right now. I must say, you look beautiful in that dress, 'Mione." His eyes rested upon her graceful gown that clung to her curves flatteringly, the thin straps highlighting her slender neck. Before he could say anything else, however, Hermione leaned forwards, capturing his lips with hers softly. She pulled apart, all too soon for Rons' liking, and contemplated him with a smile.
"Today has also been the best day of my life, Ronald. I can't express how happy I am right now, I'm just speechless." The wedding again ran through her mind; the way Ron had fixed his gaze upon her as she walked down the isle, it had made her almost stop in her tracks. Suddenly Ron smirked, stroking Hermione's back as he surveyed her.
"You? Speechless? Hang on a minute, I want to remember this blissful moment," He teased, closing his eyes and sighing. As his hands continued to trace the silk of her gown, Hermione found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation at hand. She smacked him playfully on the arm.
"Yes, it does happen! Honestly, Ron!" She laughed, for they had escaped the cycle of their younger years where they would argue about something every other day.
"What, you mean like this?" He asked, his eyes never leaving hers. At first Hermione was confused, the next second, her heart thumped against her rib cage faster than a seeker who had sighted the snitch. Rons' lips advanced upon hers softly, the heat of his body warmingly inviting, the taste of his lips exhilarating. As quickly as the kiss had started, it was halted by Ron who quickly - yet reluctantly - pulled away with a wink; it was Hermione's turn to be left wanting more.
A flicker of excitement dancing in her eyes, Hermione whispered, "I'm liking you in a suit, too." She smoothed his collar out slowly.
"Yeah?" Ron swallowed. He feigned innocence, his eyes glittering with anticipation. "I don't know, this lighting's all wrong..." He gazed around the hallway, as if searching for an improvement. He shook his head, "Nope. You definitely need better light in order to - to enjoy my suit more... How about we try upstairs?" His ears tinged red, but his eyes portrayed a new found confidence. Hermione blushed and nodded, biting her bottom lip as she fought a smile - it was their honeymoon, and both had agreed to wait, to do it properly. She ran her hands slowly up Rons' chest, her fingers twirling his tie.
"Hm, maybe you're right... I have to say, it's quite simply the best suit I've ever seen, I must see it some more, Ronald." She giggled, her heart fluttering as butterflies stirred in the pit of her stomach. Hermione took Rons hand and led him upstairs. Stopping on the landing, she marvelled at how beautifully Ron and Mr. Weasley had decorated it; the walls were modestly wallpapered a cream colour, patterns of crimson roses dotted here and there, her favourite flower. The carpet under foot was softer than she'd ever known, she realised, as she wrinkled her toes into it with a sigh. She turned and was rendered speechless at the look Ron was giving her, full of emotion and watching her intensely.
"You've gone to so much trouble, Ron..." She began, but she stopped as abruptly as she had started; she couldn't find the right words, but in that moment, she needed to express how she felt. She walked forwards suddenly and gently tugged Rons' tie, pulling him towards her to close the gap between them. Ron couldn't help but feel suddenly desirous by the move, closing the gap between them and placing his hands on her waist automatically.
"It was no trouble -" He paused to kiss her slowly on the lips before adding, "Anything for you, of course. Anything..." He proceeded to smooth her hair back, kissing the side of her neck tenderly before tracing a pathway of kisses from her jaw line to her collar bone. Hermione shuddered, enjoying the sensation. She knew Ron was perfectly aware that she could not resist the sensation of lips upon her neck.
"Oh, Ron. We've not even reached the bedroom yet-" She laughed, but she was cut short, her spine tingling as Ron ran a hand from her waist and up over her stomach, smoothing the silky material between his fingers. His piercing blue eyes darkened as his gaze fell once more on her curves before raking back to her lips.
"You really do look beautiful." He said, his fingers gently caressing Hermione's bare arm absent-mindedly. She smiled, blushing but before she could reply, he parted her lips with a sudden strength. Her mind whirring, she quickly deepened the kiss, an urgency emanating with every fibre of her being. His tongue asked for entrance and she opened her mouth; soon enough, their tongues danced sensuously. A small moan escaped the back of Rons' throat as Hermione ran her fingers up under his shirt, her hands raking down his chest. Desire gripped their hearts abundantly, almost primitive, their thirst for each other mounting. Ron pushed Hermione against the wall, his fingers bunching into the material at the side of her waist. His lips crushed against hers passionately, eliciting feelings Hermione had never experienced before and there was nothing she could not feel as her legs wrapped around his. Pulling apart, Rons lips an inch from hers he whispered, his voice strained, "Hermione, you honestly don't know what you're doing to me in that dress."
Saying nothing, Hermione took a sharp intake of breath as his hands ran up the length of her thigh that was exposed by her dress wrinkling up. Finally she whispered, "Then show me."
Through a gap in the curtains, a ray of sunlight shone upon the bed spread. Ron Weasley lay awake, his arms encircled around Hermione's - his wifes - sleeping form; her back pressed against his chest, her hair tickling his chin. He listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing and he could not suppress the smile that vacated his lips. The memory of the previous night had replayed over and over Rons' mind and this morning was no exception as they both lay still naked under the sheets, Ron fiddling with his wedding ring.
He remembered the way Hermione had felt, her skin as smooth as the bed sheets that enveloped them; the way her touch had evoked something in him that he hadn't realised he was capable of possessing; their breathing intensifying, mingling together; her soft voice whispering she loved him; calling his name, the way it felt to feel her legs wrapped around his waist, to get lost into eachother...
Hermione stirred, whimpering slightly as she stretched out her legs, turning over on her back. She smiled sleepily as she realised Ron was awake.
"Morning, Hermione." He bent forwards and planted a kiss on Hermione's lips. Her smile broadened; she reached forwards to twirl a lock of Rons' red hair though her fingers. "Are you feeling ok? You know... After last night?" A slow grin spread across Rons' lips at the mention and Hermione mirrored the look perfectly.
"Fantastic." She bit her lip, the memory flashing through her mind, a blush rising up her cheeks like wildfire. "It was better than I could have imagined." She snuggled into Rons chest and pressed her lips to his, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"Good. Well, I was going for a shower." Ron propped himself up on his elbow and began to stroke Hermione's hair, an adventuress glint in his eye. The next second, he bent and kissed Hermione full on the mouth. "Wanna join me?"
The warm water showered down upon Hermione's body, caressing her skin as fast as her racing heart beating against her rib cage. Ron slipped into the shower next to her, a blush rising steadily up his cheeks; she thrilled at the look of lust he was giving her as he moved closer, and she was strongly reminded of last night. Of their first night as a married couple. Of the sound of Rons' voice hoarsely whispering he loved her as they moved as one.
Meeting Ron halfway, Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. Her thoughts were entangled and she could not decipher anything; only the feel of Ron and how she wanted to feel more. Instantly, Rons arms encircled her waist and they were kissing passionately. The previous night, they had taken their time, revelling in the moment of their new found closeness. Now, however, both allowed their hunger to consume them.
Ron pushed Hermione against the tile and she gasped as her back met the coolness. He gazed at her for a moment; her wild, bushy hair was filled with droplets of water from the shower head, her eyes darkened with passion, her lips full and inviting. She gazed at him; his red hair sticking up in all directions, his piercing blue eyes fixed on hers, droplets of water running down the length of his broad chest, down to his stomach, down to his arousal.
Hermione pulled Rons body against hers and wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands grabbed her thighs and she could feel his hardness probe her stomach. She groaned at the contact, making Ron bite his lip with the effort to keep a hold on himself. Their lips met with an urgency and soon enough, kissing was not enough to satisfy their hunger. Their thirst for eachother.
"Ron, please... Now." Hermione whispered, her hands running up his broad chest. Although they were both soaked, Ron could still feel Hermione's wetness as he pushed deep into her. She moaned as his hips started to rock forwards, anchoring herself by tugging Rons' hair. With every thrust, Hermione's coherent thoughts rushed down the plug hole along with the flowing water. Rons hand cupped and thumbed her breast, his lips taking her nipple between his teeth, sending her into a frenzy.
Her legs tightened around his waist and her finger nails scratched down his back. Ron called out as the rise of her hips increased. Their lips met again and she bit on his bottom lip as his hard length pushed deeper into her, a sudden urgency over taking their movements.
Both sunk deeper and deeper into their passion.
Moans of pleasure escaping from the back of their throat.
The water ran down their body's and time slowed.
With one last deep grunt, Ron thrust his seed into Hermione and he felt her walls clasping around him. Their movements slowed and Hermione rested her head back against the wall, her mouth open with pleasure, panting. Rons' head bent forward into the crook of her shoulder as they waited for the quivers to subside.
"Fuck." Ron paused, regaining his breath, "That- that was bloody brilliant." He smoothed Hermione's wet hair away from her neck and his hand cupped her cheek.
"Language, Ronald." Hermione teased, her fingers smoothing the base of his back, "Although, you are right. That was fucking brilliant." They both laughed.
He kissed her softly on the lips.
So I am aware there is some fluffy bits but I also wanted it to be a bit angsty as well, wasn't too sure on the ending but I hope you enjoyed it and I'm sorry for the wait, it takes time to write things like this ;) Feedback would be appreciated, I just hope you liked it (: Thanks.
