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"This is fantastic Mrs. Granger," Ron mumbled as he took another gigantic bite of crumble.
"Thank you Ron. I'm glad you're enjoying it," her mother said with a smile.
Ron nodded and took a chug of milk. "We don't get good cooking like this often."
Hermione frowned a bit and hit his arm. "Oh, you know I feed you good food."
He licked his fork clean. "Yeah, but this is amazing. I'm sorry I should have said we don't get amazing food like this that often."
Hermione couldn't help but smile and her dad chuckled. They were having dinner at her parent's house. They decided to throw Ron a little going away treat.
"So, are you ready Ron?" his dad asked.
Ron nodded confidently. "Yes sir. Every day I get a little closer and I get more and more excited and nervous."
"Nerves are good. People do better on nerves. It shows heart," her mother explained.
"You sound like Hermione," Ron said with a grin.
Her mother held up her hands. "Well, she learned it all from someone."
"Okay, mum, we all know you're brilliant," Hermione whispered.
"Yes, I got a gem and so did you Ron," her dad said as he kissed her mother's cheek.
"You don't have to tell me sir. I can't wait to get back so we can get married," Ron explained. He took Hermione's hand and winked at her.
"How is your mum? I wrote her the other day about taking some time out next weekend to go over plans," her mother asked.
Ron laughed, "She's frantic at the moment. On top of me leaving she worried about guest for the wedding, Bill and the baby, and a million of other things."
"I'm sure a lunch break is what she needs mum. I'll remind her that you wrote her," Hermione said.
Her mother smiled. "Thanks dear, well, the tea is ready if anyone wants some."
"I'll help you Mrs. Granger," Ron offered getting up. He helped clear the table and followed her mother into the kitchen.
Hermione's cheeks felt like they were going to fall off. She couldn't stop beaming at Ron. He was so respectful and treated her family so kindly.
"Some guy," her father breathed.
"Yes, he is," she whispered.
"He doesn't have to worry you know. We love him. He's just fine in our books."
Hermione turned to her father. They looked so much alike. She could see in his brown eyes that he meant it.
"Really? You love him?" she asked.
Her father reached across the table and took her hand. "When he asked us if he could marry you, I couldn't have been more relieved."
Hermione crinkled her eyebrows. "He asked you? I didn't know that."
Her father smiled. "Yes, he sure did. He just came here out of the blue one day and asked your mother and me if he could marry you. I told him asking wasn't necessary but he said he thought it was the right thing to do. Not to mention that his father would skin him if he didn't ask us first."
Hermione laughed quietly. She watched as Ron helped dry the dishes and play with the microwave buttons. Every day she fell a bit more in love with him. "I'm going to miss him."
"I know you are love. He's going to miss you too. He loves you so much Hermione," her father told.
She could feel a vast lump in her throat. "I know he does."
"Okay, enough chatting, your mum has tea and more crumble," Ron said as he helped bring cups and fresh plates in.
"Ron, you can't possibly want more," her mother said.
"Oh, mum, if there's one thing he's serious about its dessert," Hermione explained.
Ron kissed her forehead. "That's right love. Mrs. Granger, don't tell my mother I said this but this is the best thing I've ever tasted."
Hermione laughed into her tea. Her mother chuckled as well. "Ronald, just as long as you floss after you eat all of this I won't tell her a single word."
For awhile they sat and talked or in Ron's case ate. Before heading back Hermione wanted to go up to her room. Ron came with her.
Hermione closed the door behind them and Ron sat on her bed. He lay back against the pillows.
"You have such a nice bed. It's so comfortable," he said softly.
"You would know wouldn't you?" she joked. Hermione went through her dressers and flipped through some old books on her shelf.
"Hey, that doesn't leave this room. If your parents ever find out I snuck over here sometimes your dad will roast my bollocks," Ron warned.
"And revoke his permission for you to marry me?" she asked.
Ron turned a bit red and sat up. "About that, I'm sorry if it bothers you. I just-"
He was cut off by a kiss. Hermione pulled away and traced his mouth. "I love that you asked. I think it's romantic."
He smirked, "I try."
She rolled her eyes and shoved him. Hermione picked up a picture on her side table. It was of her and her grandparents. Ron put his chin on her shoulder. "Are they coming to the wedding?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure who on my side will be there. I have such a small family," Hermione said.
"Lucky you, I'm sure the entire Weasley clan will be there. Every bloody cousin, aunt, uncle, and even random redheads who think they're a part of my family will be there. Shit, I'm sure I'll be related to them somehow anyway." Ron flopped back against the pillows.
Hermione put the picture down and stared at him. Ron lifted up his shirt a bit and rubbed his stomach. It was still flat but the tiniest of swelling was visible because of all the dessert he ate. He was gorgeous and so damn adorable.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Hermione said.
"It's not but sometimes I like the quietness like you've got here. It's great," Ron explained. He took her arm and ran his nails gently up and down. It gave her chills.
"And the shiny toys right? Gods, you're just like your father," Hermione said laughing.
Ron pulled on her arm and she lay on top of him. He tucked hair behind her ear. "And you're just like your mother. Does she like me?"
Hermione nibbled on his bottom lip and moaned as he hands squeezed her arse. "No, she loves you and so does my dad. He told me tonight how much they care about you."
Ron's tongue dragged across her mouth she sucked on the tip for a moment. He moaned. "Good, I love them too. I want them to know how committed I am."
Hermione sat up. She gazed at the man she wanted to grow old with. "They do. They know how much you care and how ready you are. You're not one of those snot wizards who think he's better than muggleborns."
Ron rolled his eyes. "I leave that nonsense to buggers like Malfoy. I just hope I don't fuck up this training."
"You won't Ron. You're amazing. You'll be great. If there's one thing I know it's that you can do anything if you want it. You want this," Hermione said tenderly. She rubbed his cheek.
Ron took her hand and kissed it. "I want you. I want you to be my wife and my baby dispenser."
Hermione gasped and tugged on his hair. "Now that's where I draw the line. Baby dispenser?"
Ron roared with laughter and shook his head. "I'm just taking the piss. I'm sorry."
Hermione glared at him but as his laughter carried around the room she dropped her grudge. "Now you see? I was going to show you my old CD player."
Ron stopped laughing. He sat up a bit. "Really? Oh, I wanna see!"
She smirked, "Really? How badly?"
Ron sighed, "I'm sorry for what I said. I love you. You're the queen."
She leaned forward and kissed him. She could taste the sweetness from the crumble. "And if I want you to be the baby dispenser will you?"
He gave her an incredulous look. "If you can make it possible then sure I will. I'll do it. Now let me see!" he whined.
Hermione giggled in victory and turned around. She crawled to the end of her bed and hung upside down to look for the CD player under her bed.
She gasped as she felt Ron reach up her skirt. "Ron, what are you doing?" She gave a choked cry as his fingers caressed her cheeks and rubbed back and forth against her knickers.
"Well, you can't just put this masterpiece in my face and not let me have some," Ron whispered.
Hermione hadn't even locked the door and she wasn't sure if her parents would come up to check on them or not. It was just like when they were teenagers. It made her smile. She moved back a bit so she could reach his jeans zipper.
"You're never satisfied are you?" she asked while unzipping his pants and taking out his hard, warm member.
"Mione, I thought you knew by now, I'm always hungry." He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down so his mouth could reach her. Ron quickly pulled down her skirt and knickers.
She bit her lip and pumped Ron in an out of her hand as she felt his fingers caress her cheeks. The moment she felt his warm tongue on her she cried out. He licked her from end to end.
"Oh, gods," she whimpered. While one hand was on his cock, the other gripped the bed sheet.
Hermione licked Ron's entire length. The skin was tight and smooth. Ron's tongue was on her middle now. He use two fingers from one hand to spread her folds and flicked her clit over and over with his tongue. Hermione cried out quietly and began to suck him off.
They went in a perfect rhythm. Ron sucked on her nerves and pumped three fingers in her while she caressed his balls and sucked him. She rocked her hips. Ron's tongue was inside her now. She felt its warmness dart in and out. She took him out of her mouth and moaned, "Oh, Ron, yes."
Her hand took over and pumped him. She kept crying out. Hermione reached back and grabbed her skirt. She stuffed a bit in her mouth to muffle her noises. Ron pumped his index finger in and out of her all the while his tongue massaged her middle. Hermione rocked against his face and put him back into her mouth. She put as much in until she felt her lips against his groin and ginger hairs tickled her chin. He was so large in his mouth but she kept going deeper. Hermione loved it.
It was Ron's turn to break away. He moaned quietly and pumped his fingers deeper and harder. The feeling was incredible. It was a like a fire inside her. It was a hot, burning pressure. She wanted Ron to feel it too. Hermione took a finger and quickly touched herself rubbing her finger and covering it with her juices. She felt Ron lick her hand as she pulled away. She found his hole and gently stuck her finger in. Ron tensed up and whimpered.
"Mione, ah," he breathed.
She pulled away from his length. "Do you want me to stop?" She asked. Her heart was racing. She had never done this before.
"No, it just...feels kinda weird," Ron whispered. She continued to pump her pointer finger in an out of him.
"Is it okay?" Hermione asked again. Ron was silent. Hermione's smile grew. "It's okay to say yes."
Ron sighed, "Fine, I do. It feels really good Hermione."
Hermione smiled and continued. "Tell me if it starts to hurt okay?" Ron didn't answer. His tongue was once again tracing the figure eight against her and his fingers continued to drive inside her.
Hermione groaned and closed her eyes. She continued to softly thrust her finger in him as she pumped him in an out of her mouth. Their movements were deliberate and and in sync with each other.
Ron was mumbling passionate nothings against her. She couldn't understand his words. Her head was too cloud with pleasure. His fingers dug so deep inside her and his lips had closed over her bulb of nerves. He was sucking it like a pricked finger. Electricity began to travel through her body. She bobbed her head faster. Her lips smashed against his body.
He whimpered against her middle. Hermione felt a vein throb against her mouth. He was close and so was she. The burning pressure wouldn't go away. She was going to exploded. She stuck her finger deeper inside his arse until she felt her knuckle hit his skin.
It was enough. Ron tenses up and moaned longingly. Suddenly hot, strong liquid filled her mouth. Her cheeks stretched as Ron almost bit on her clit and came. Cum was all in her mouth. She swallowed his seed. She drank every drop of Ron Weasley and the thought alone made her cum abruptly.
"Oh, you're so good Ron!" she cried. She rocked against his face as her body tensed and shook. "Ah, oh, oh." She stilled her movements and took her finger out of his body. Ron slowly took out his fingers and it made Hermione hiss. She wiped her mouth and fell back against him. His hard chest felt good against her back. He was sweating and so was she. She rubbed his soft hips and his hands roamed her body.
"Careful, still tender," she breathed.
Ron kissed her temple. "You're the one who fell on me love." His hands found her breasts. He rubbed them through her shirt and she closed her eyes. His hands were so soft. Their breathing fell in line with each other. She wanted to just fall asleep. Hermione never wanted Ron to let her go.
"That was something," he whispered.
Hermione laughed. "Did you like it?"
She could feel his blush. "Yeah, I did."
"We can do it again if you'd like," Hermione teased.
Ron chuckled. It felt incredible against her. "Now who's hungry?"
"Hermione!" her mother called.
Hermione gasped and jumped off Ron. She pulled up on knickers and skirt. Ron sat up and pulled up his pants. He went the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair and wiped his mouth. Hermione joined him. They couldn't stop laughing.
Hermione gave herself a once over and opened her door. "Coming mum!"
"More like came mum," Ron teased as they walked down the stairs.
Hermione playfully shoved him. Her parents were waiting on the couch.
"Mum, there are some things I want to take to the flat. Ron and I were deciding where they would fit."
Her mother raised her eyebrows. "Oh, okay, that's fine."
Hermione smiled but Ron looked down. His eyes always gave away everything.
"Well, we should probably get back," Hermione said. She gave her father a hug.
"Thanks for dinner," Ron said as he gave her mother a hug.
"Anytime Ron, and stop by before you head off," her mother said.
"Bye mum," Hermione breathed as she hugged her.
"Love you sweetheart. Don't forget to talk to Molly." Her mother pulled away and touched her cheek. "You okay? You're a little flushed."
Hermione's eyes grew. "I think she had too much crumble. It was amazing," Ron said as he shook her father's hand.
Hermione shrugged, "I guess Ron's habits are growing on me."
When they got home Ron flopped on the couch. He rubbed his eyes and laughed. "Do you need some medicine for your stomach ache?"
She ruffled his hair. "What I need is new knickers. I'll be right back." She walked into their bedroom and reached inside her drawer.
For today she had 'dinner with parents' written, instead she crossed it out and scribbled:
'New Fun'
With a smile she put her planner back.
Another day was complete.
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