A/N This is part 2 of the memorable evening. Sorry about the delay but posting to the site has been very difficult. I guess many of you are aware of the technical difficulties experienced by fanfiction right now.

I have made revisions to the earlier chapters to alter the time line in the story because, as several of you have commented, it just was too much time between the time the fantasy came in the open and the time it was executed in the original version.

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Disclaimer: still the same, I don't own any of this.

A memorable evening, part 2

Ron looked at his wife incredulously. It was indeed going to be a memorable evening.

Hermione stood up, performed a rapid cleaning charm and started re-buttoning her shirt, hiding from his view the lovely blue frilly bra he had been enjoying so much. His disappointment must have shown on his face for she told him:

"Now, the prefect bathroom is a different story from the Gryffindor common room, isn't it? So we start afresh. Besides, you don't expect I would have walked around Hogwarts half-naked?"

"Well, now that you mention it..."

"You have such a dirty mind," she said with a smile and kissed him lightly. "Don't worry. There is more enjoyment to be had."

While she finished putting her uniform back on, he stood up and readjusted his own clothes. The dark gray trousers and white button down shirt he had been wearing for the evening not entirely different from his old uniform, except that they had only belonged to him and that they fit him well.

Hermione took his hand and led him to their small en-suite bathroom. She thought for a minute about the best way she could perform the magic she needed. She took a deep breath and started working. The end result was quite impressive. She had managed to replicate the ornate chandelier, the white marble sink and the large bath with its intricate faucet system. Nonetheless, the room and bath still felt a bit too small. She then saw him take his wand out and take over from her, expanding the bath to almost a small pool-size and increasing the room size to accommodate it.

"I had to take some of the bedroom space but that should do," he said with a smug smile.

She looked at him with surprise etched all over her face.

"Always the look of surprise," he said mildly but with clear humour. "I'm an Auror. I've had to learn to fully use a wand for myself."

"That's fantastic!" The admiration in her voice was genuine. "Well, now, where do we start?"

"Here!" was his only answer as he kissed her deeply but gently. He broke the kiss and slowly brought his hand to her face, stroking the skin of her cheek with his long fingers. The softness of it was familiar but oh so enthralling. She had been giggling a few seconds earlier, amused by their little game, but there was so much tenderness in his gesture that the laugh died in her throat. Their gaze locked: a match of blue against brown. She saw it in his eyes: love, lust, adoration, tenderness. She could fall in love with him all over again just by looking in his eyes. Gently, he continued caressing her face, using his fingers and then his lips to trace her forehead, nose, and lips. He lingered there a bit, enjoying their softness and taste.

His hands continued their journey south and went toward the clasp that held her robes together. Her hands reached over to help him but he just grabbed them and removed them gently.

"Let me, please," he murmured. "I've dreamed of taking you out of this uniform for quite a while now."

He unfastened her robes and gently separated the flaps before taking them off completely and letting them pool at her feet. Slowly, his fingers started reaching her neck, lingering at her nape, twining with a loose tendril of hair. His lips came next: tender, sweet, teasing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. He reached for her jumper and pulled it over her head. He then lifted her and sat her on the white marble sink. She was at perfect height for him from this perch.

He undid the tie around her neck and it went to join on the floor the robes and jumper discarded earlier. He kept raining little kisses all over her, driving her crazy with the need for him that was building in her. His slow pace and gentleness were incredibly arousing.

He continued undressing her slowly, his fingers now undoing the buttons of her shirt. After each one, he would open her shirt further and kiss the skin underneath. Button, kiss, button, kiss. When he had undone all of them, he gently pushed the fabric down her arms but not removing the shirt off her. He exposed her blue bra once more, smiling slowly as if to say "glad to see you again." He undid the front clasp, parting the blue silk to reveal her breasts. He bent to take one nipple in his mouth, nipping at it and eliciting a soft moan. He then directed his attention to the other as if it were a jealous sibling. He started a slow and delightful torture with his fingers and tongue, caressing, laving, teasing.

His hands started going down to her legs, rubbing deliciously against her knees and moving up her thighs. His touch was feather-like as his fingers lazily climbed up the bare skin of her thighs underneath her skirt. He was taking his time, enjoying the softness of her skin under his fingertips. His mouth was still busying itself around her breasts, sometimes dipping down to her navel, leaving a trail of delicate yet searing little kisses.

She was gripping his shoulders to steady herself, digging her nails through the thin cotton of his shirt. She was arching and whimpering under his touch, her body ablaze. His slow moves drove her mad with need for him. She wanted him inside her, wanted to tear his shirt off to feel his skin against hers. Yet, he was taking his time as if going on a pleasant stroll, his hands now reaching her round bottom and cupping it possessively. He paused for a moment. Through her befuddled state, Hermione saw a slow grin, slightly lopsided, blossom on his face.

"You're not wearing any knickers. You said you wouldn't have walked around Hogwarts half-naked but you're not wearing any knickers."

He seemed to enjoy that fact just a bit too much, Hermione thought. She licked her lips and in her most prim Hermione tone told him:

"I think we've established I am not wearing any knickers. You see, they were the casualty of a close encounter with a certain handsome, tall, ginger man."

"Is that so?"

"Well, yes."

"You put your other clothes back on," he whispered to her ear as his fingers got closer to her most intimate space. He found and rubbed the little bundle of nerves there and she shuddered.

"Yes," she started in a high voice, "but..."

Her words died in her throat and were replaced by a low moan as he drove one of his fingers inside her. He inserted another one, working her at the same deliberate pace he had used to undress her. Just when she thought she was could not take any more, he knelt down. He parted her legs further apart and started tenderly kissing the inside of her thighs and moving higher and higher until he met her hot and wet centre. With lips and tongue joining his fingers, he kept pleasuring her until she screamed his name loudly while her body yielded to the explosion of senses. He watched her: there was nothing more enjoyable to him than seeing her in complete abandon and knowing he was responsible for it.

Her breathing finally returned to a less ragged rhythm. She opened her eyes and saw him grinning from ear to ear, very smugly. His smile started faltering as a devilish and naughty one spread across her face.

"Proud of yourself, aren't you?"

She climbed down from the sink and pushed him a bit back. He was once again amazed by the strength her compact body possessed. His thoughts went blank when her nimble hands worked on his trousers. It took her little time to lower trousers and boxer shorts to free the tell-tale sign of his arousal. She then knelt down in front of him and brought her lips to his shaft. She started kissing him before slowly taking him in her mouth.

"Hermione," came a muffled cry. She used the right amount of pressure and licking to drive him to the brink of madness. She then let go of him and told in a demanding voice:

"I – want – you – inside – me! Now!"

Merlin was she a bossy one! But he didn't have to be told twice. He caught her and spun her around so she could use the sink for support. He bent her over and lifted her skirt to expose her soft flesh. She was still slick from his previous effort and he just buried himself into her with a loud growl. She responded in kind to his thrusts, pumping her hips in a frenetic rhythm and moaning quite loudly. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and her open shirt was still covering her back. Her wild hair kept bouncing with each pounding. He was going to remember this view of her for a very long time. He felt her tighten around him and he let go, all the while screaming her name.

"Wow! That was…" he started, his breath still short. He held her a hand and took her in his arms.

"Bloody incredible," she finished as she snuggled in the familiar spot.

"Language," he laughed against her hair. "We do need a bath now."

They finished undressing completely and entered the almost pool size bath, which was filled with foamy warm water. He was sitting behind her and had his arms wrapped around her waist while her head rested on his shoulder. She had to ask him:

"Why the prefect bathroom, of all places? Why not the library? I spent much more time in the library?"

He gave a soft laugh.

"The library? No, I can't help thinking of Madam Pince when I think of the library. Sorry, but not really a turn on. No, it is just that I spent a lot more time in the prefect bathroom. That's where I came when I needed to erm…you know?"

"Bathe?" she asked in fake innocence.

"Wank," he admitted sheepishly and although she couldn't see his face behind her, she knew he was blushing. He continued: "It started after one of the DA meetings. I saw you in just your skirt and shirt and, well…"

"I stunned you," she interrupted. "I remember. I remember how you looked too. Quite hungry," she chuckled.

"Well, I made a detour by the prefect bathroom on the way back. I was a prefect after all. I started coming back after that because the place offered more privacy than anything else and I had time to think of a lot of scenarios involving you and your uniform while I took care of what needed to be taken care of. I think we made good on quite a few tonight."

"Glad we got this out of the way. But you know masturbation is a normal process for the hormone-ridden teenage body," she smiled. "It certainly helped me."

His jaw dropped at this revelation.

"Come off it! You? You did?"

"Come on Ron, I was a normal sixteen year old girl with regular needs and a major crush on the most clueless boy around. I had to learn to use a hand for myself."

"Were you wearing your uniform?" he asked mischievously.

"Your mind is so perverted, I swear. Most times. Although if this is any consolation to you, my fingers were never as good as yours. "

"And I am the one with a perverted mind?"

"We just make a good pair," she replied.

"That we do," he told her softly as he kissed her shoulder. "Hermione?"

"Yes"

"Thank you. Thank you for a memorable evening."

"Trust me, the pleasure was all mine," she replied cheekily.

A/N Ah, it sounded like a good time. There will be a short epilogue soon. What was Hermione thinking all the time Ron was focusing on her uniform? Should be up in 7 to 10 days.