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A/N: Thanks to ObsessedRHShipper, who is beta-ing this story.

Chapter Four

Floo Call

For the most part, Ron was happy during the time that he was away from her. Of course, he thought about her a lot and he was practically waiting by his Floo for her to call. Today, however, he was having a bad day. It started off all right, in fact it was fine until about two hours ago when Harry and he were sent to a house; what they found there made them both more than a little upset. It was worse for Ron seeing as he had no one to turn to when days like this happened. He thought about going out or calling his old girlfriend, who he still saw from time to time, but none of that felt right. All he really wanted to do was talk … among other things … to Hermione again.

He took a quick shot of firewhiskey and swallowed hard. He knew that she was probably busy. Heck, she probably wasn't even home at all, but he needed to see her, even if it was just for a moment. So, he followed what it said on the card that she had given him about how to call her place of residence and stuck his head in the fireplace only for it to be knocked back. He rubbed his head and looked at the fireplace thoroughly depressed. Had she given him false information? Before he could think more on that, there was a weird ring at his fireplace. He decided it was worth a try to Floo one more time, so this time more cautiously he stuck his head in the fireplace.

"Ron!" Hermione smiled when she saw his head. She was wondering who was calling her and she was excited when she noticed it was Ron.

"Mione!" Ron smiled too. Merlin, it was good to see her again. "What the bloody hell was that? I tried to Floo you a second ago, but it forced me out," he suddenly added looking annoyed.

"Ron, it was on the card," Hermione chuckled. "It said to call out and wait for the ring before you stick your head or any other part of you into the fire."

"What? Er … I never saw that," Ron said blushing a little. "I've never heard of that before …"

"That's because I just came up with it," Hermione smirked. "The Ministry is working on distributing it to most people. I thought it was about time that people could have some kind of locking system that didn't involve complicated wards … of course it's not as good as wards, but they … er … sorry, I'm rambling …"

"No, it's okay," Ron smiled. He was enjoying just looking at her and he completely forgot about his own problems.

"So, why are you calling?" Hermione asked.

"I was wondering if you were free this weekend," Ron asked hopefully.

"Oh," Hermione said frowning. "I'm sorry Ron, but I really have to work this weekend."

"Yeah, I figured as much," Ron smiled, though it was obvious that he was saddened by the news. "What's got you so busy this time?"

"Tomorrow I go to trial on the Yaxley case," Hermione said.

"Wow, another big one and a good thing too; he's a really jackass," Ron smiled.

"I know," Hermione smiled. "I'll be busy for weeks."

"Right," Ron said. "I guess I should let you get ready … or do whatever you were doing before."

"Ron. … er," Hermione said biting her lips. He was here and she was having her only free time she'll probably get for another few months.

"Yeah?" Ron asked hopefully.

"I'm actually not busy now … do you want to come over?" Hermione said.

"All right, if you're not busy," Ron said smirking.

"Shut up or you can't come over," Hermione laughed.

"Too late. You've already invited me, and I'm coming now," Ron laughed and pulled his head out of the fire. He took a deep breath, really wanting to see her again, but he was wary of showing what a bad mood he was in. Well, it was too late for that now. He really couldn't stand being away from her, so he walked back into the fire and seconds later he was at her flat.

When he saw her, he found that he couldn't help himself. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her full on the lips. Her response took him off guard; she seemed to be just as eager to kiss him as he kissed her. They kissed like this until she heard the ring of her oven.

"Oh, bugger, that would be dinner," she said pulling away from him.

"Dinner?" Ron said just realizing that he hadn't eaten yet.

"Yeah, it's a Lancashire hotpot. It's just about ready. Did you want some?" Hermione said going into the kitchen.

"Didn't you say your shite in the kitchen," Ron teased.

"Fine, don't eat any. I don't care," Hermione huffed as she took out the meal, which was an ample supply of food.

"Geez, how many people were you cooking for," Ron said smelling the food and thinking that it must be good.

"I only cook for myself," Hermione said. "I don't get to cook often, so when I do I always make enough for several servings."

"Good, it might be enough to feed me," Ron said sitting down at the table.

"I thought that you didn't want any," Hermione said trying to look stern as she set the table.

"Well, it smells good enough, so I'd like to give it a try," Ron smiled. Hermione then served them the food and poured them some wine. Ron took a bite of the food and smiled. It was really good, much better than he would have thought. "Clearly, you're better at cooking than you give yourself credit for. You shouldn't grade yourself on a curve."

"You shouldn't say that before you've tried my … well anything but this really," Hermione smiled. "I don't know what it is about cooking this, but I seem to be able to."

"Well, it's very good," Ron smiled and they ate in peace. Ron took at least four helpings and Hermione just shook her head at him. "Wat," he said with his mouth full, which caused her to make a further disgusted face. "I told you I like to eat."

"Maybe we shouldn't eat together in the future," Hermione said shaking her head, but she was smiling.

"Sorry," Ron sighed. "I'm not use to eating in front of people. I'll try to behave myself."

A half hour later, they had moved to the couch and started picking up where they left off when he first got there. Suddenly, Hermione pulled away.

"Ron, what's the matter?" Hermione asked looking at him cautiously.

"What makes you think that something is the matter?" Ron said causally.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," Hermione frowned. "But I can tell that something's on your mind."

"I don't want to talk about," Ron sighed not looking at her. "I don't even think I could if I wanted to."

"What does that mean?" Hermione asked.

"I might not be allowed to. I can't talk about everything you know," Ron smiled. "Most things in my job are classified."

"Well you probably could tell me … If you're talking about a case, I have pretty high clearance," Hermione smiled.

"You think so, do you?" Ron smirked at her and her smug look. "You know that I'm pretty high up too; I bet I even have a higher clearance than you."

"I doubt it," Hermione said confidently. He was the same age as her after all, and there's no way anyone has worked as hard as she had.

"How about we say our clearance level together?" Ron said smiling smugly, and she nodded her head. "On the count of three. One … two … three …"

"Six," they both said at the same time.

He looked at her rather impressed where as she looked at him incredulously and said, "No way."

"I assure you I do," Ron said still smiling. "Geez Mione, I can't believe that you're at level six too; that's really impressive."

"Right," Hermione pouted.

"Come on, Mione, don't be that way," Ron said trying his hardest to hold back his smirk, but she was just so cute when she pouted like that. "I got the first four levels when I got here, so I didn't really earn them."

"No, you didn't earn it at all," Hermione rolling her eyes, as her annoyance with him evaporated immediately. "You only had to save the world from a madman."

"I didn't do it. Harry was the one that did all the work," Ron sighed. He didn't like how she was talking about him. He didn't want her to think that he was better than he was.

"That's not what I've hear," Hermione smiled. "And I know that we probably only heard a fraction of whatever really happened during the war..."

"Believe me, Mione. I really didn't do anything," Ron sighed.

"I know that's not true," Hermione smiled.

"Seriously, all I did was stand by Harry," Ron said.

"Even if that is true, that's more than most could say … than most would do," Hermione smiled.

"It still doesn't mean that I deserved to get my ranking," Ron sighed. At first, he thought it was an honor to get this position, which he still knew it was, but he'd heard some people talk and complain that he was just given the job as a token.

"Who are you trying to fool?" Hermione said harshly glaring at him. "It doesn't matter if you were just given a job; you've proven time and again that you're really good at it."

"You think I'm good," Ron smiled at her.

"Yes," Hermione smiled at him. "You know that I have gotten a lot of your cases over the years. I think I know you better than you think I do … at least your professional life."

"Hmm … that's … er … nice," Ron said uneasily. "So, what have you learned about me?"

"That Harry and you are very good partners," Hermione smiled.

"Well, duh," Ron rolled his eyes.

"It even shows through in you writing," Hermione went on like she didn't hear his interruption. "You complement each other well …"

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"Well, you're meticulous, stating all your intentions and noting how they attack you. It's rather fascinating to read really, almost like a novel," Hermione smiled. "Harry on the other hand picks up on every little detail that most people wouldn't think of as being important, but it really does help me out. I don't know what it is, but the way you both write just seems to paint a complete picture for me."

"Well, I'm glad we could help," Ron smiled.

"And about you're clearance level," Hermione said bringing the subject back to the main point. "You must have earned the last two stages yourself."

"Yeah, I did," Ron smiled smugly. "It really felt good earning them too."

Hermione smiled fondly at him.

"You, on the other hand," Ron said looking her over impressed again. "I can't believe that you made it that far. Haven't you only been working for five years?"

"Yeah, but that goes along with me living at the Ministry," Hermione smiled.

"Well, at least you have something to show for it," Ron smirked.

"I am pleased about that," Hermione smiled and then a silence came between them like it never had before. It was uncomfortable and he shifted on the couch.

"Ron," Hermione said. "Tell me what you're thinking. No, you don't have to do that … I just … tell me what you want to do."

"I …," Ron said looking into her eyes that were letting him know that he could tell her anything. "I suppose that I could tell you … you'll probably find out eventually anyway."

"Probably," Hermione said scooting closer to him and taking his hands.

"It was just another day," Ron said. "And then we got a call to go... it was just so wrong, what he did to her … I wanted to kill that bastard … part of me still wants to go to the holding cell and kill him … I just fucking hate this … how dark this world is."

"Shh," Hermione said as she held him. He was starting to breathe deeply and she couldn't tell if he was going to cry or if he was shaking in anger. His story didn't make much sense, but it didn't need to. All that mattered was that he was able to vent to her. "You're a good man," Hermione whispered.

"I'm talking about killing someone and you're calling me a good man," Ron scoffed.

"You live in that dark world just trying to make it a better place," Hermione smiled. "I think that makes you a good man."

"Thanks," Ron sighed. "How are you already making me feel better?" he added resting his head on her shoulder.

"Well, I'm pretty brilliant you know," Hermione smiled.

"I have noticed that," Ron smiled and then he kissed her deeply and more meaningfully than he had before. He knew it was wrong to become so attached to her like this, but he couldn't help it. He loved kissing her like this. He loved how she made him feel better than he ever thought he could. Her pride in him made him feel unbelievably good about himself.

She moaned as they lay down along the couch and he let his weight rest on her. She felt immensely pleased that he would open up to her like that and tell her his feelings. She marveled at how nice it was to be able to talk to someone like this, so openly and freely. And the fact that he could make her blood boil just by looking at her made her want him more than anything else.

Ron couldn't take just simply kissing her anymore, so he let his hands wander down her thigh. He massaged it for a while until he began to work his way up her skirt when his hand made contact with her exposed flesh. He pulled away from her, though his hand didn't go anywhere.

"I never would have guessed this. Mione, you don't wear knickers to work," Ron smirked completely turned on by that fact.

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course, I do," Hermione said her eyes dark with need, but there was an evil smirk on her face that made him shiver.

"Then, what happened to your knickers?" Ron said raising his eyebrow.

"Well, I was having a rather private moment when you Flooed me," Hermione said innocently biting her bottom lip.

"You … you were … oh fuck, Mione," Ron said with his eyes growing wide; that was so much hotter than the other image. He then caught her lips fiercely as his hands took off his pants and boxers, and then moved to work on her shirt.

"That's not even the part you'll like best," she whispered and then sucked on his ears.

"Aaaahhh," he moaned, but he wouldn't let himself be distracted by that. "What's the best part then?" he asked skeptically.

"What I was thinking about," she whispered and then pulled away to look into his eyes. "What made me wet with need in the first place. What I was going to be thinking …"

"And what was that?" He growled.

"You," she said. "Filling me so completely … you pounding into me … you making me cum screaming."

"Fuck," Ron hissed as pure lust and need took over him and he thrust his cock into her hard.

"Yesssss …," she hissed too.

"Is this what you were thinking about?" Ron said thrusting into her again grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his shoulder. "Is this what you fucking wanted?"

"Yeeesssss," she said moving her hips up to meet his. "Just like that, Ron … fill me the fuck up …"

"Aaaahhh … so fucking hot …," Ron hissed and pounded firmly quickening his pace. Not long after that, they were screaming each other's names out loud as she came and dragged him along with her.

"Brilliant," Hermione said. "I think I'm going to have to remember this one."

"You are so naughty; I think I'm going to have to remember that," Ron smirked as he scooted over to spoon her and kiss her neck. "Is that what you really were doing?"

"You think I would lie about something like that," Hermione said in mock indignation. "Yes, Ronald. I really was doing that."

"That's bloody amazing," Ron said. Amazing didn't even come close to describing the feeling he got knowing that. He started to get tired, as it had been a long and draining day after all.

"We weren't even able to get our clothes off this time," Hermione frowned. She liked when she felt his skin against her, especially afterward when their bodies laid in a tangle mess together.

"Sorry," Ron sighed. "I couldn't help myself … "

"Honestly, Ronald, I think that it was my fault," Hermione laughed and then started to unbutton her shirt. "Do you mind?" she asked nervously.

"Terribly," Ron chuckled as he took his own shirt off and threw it to where his pants laid.

"Hmmm … that's better," Hermione moaned as she turned to face him, his arms wrapping around her securely.