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Once we apparated home and walked to our apartment building, I was so tired that I didn't feel like taking the long way up the stairs. I tried to separate myself from Ron and make my way over to the elevator, but Ron grasped my arm, and pulled me to face him.

"Ron," I plead, "I'm way too tired to make it up all the stairs. You can walk, but I'm taking the elevator." I turned away again, but Ron just pulled me back into him.

"Love, I won't go on the elevator because of safety. What makes you think I'll let you get on that thing and possibly die?" He chuckled, and I groaned. "I will however heed your idea that you won't make it up the stairs yourself." He said as he scooped me up into his arms bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sighed. This was nice. He started to make his way up the stairs.

"Since when do you use phrases like 'heed your idea'?" I asked.

"I thought it sounded chivalrous." Ron sniffed, as if insulted. Before I knew it, we were back at our flat. Ron walked quietly, so as not to wake any of our neighbors. He set me down, then glanced around quickly. He took off the first ward that would allow us to enter our flat. Once inside, he went about taking the rest of them off, before allowing me to turn on the lights. When I did, Ron looked around baffled.

"Mione, what's that chair doing here?" He asked me, pointing to a chair he had bought for his room at Grimmauld place. He didn't wait for my answer, just walked into the bedroom, me trailing behind, and saw his Chudley Cannon's poster on the wall, his blankets folded in one corner of the room, what was left of the clothes that didn't already live here in another pile, his few books and magazines and all the rest in another pile, along with a note from Harry, Ginny and George on our bed.

Ron, I'm kicking you out. No offense. -Cheers, Harry.
Harry you prat. Ron, he's not kicking you out, Hermione had us move the rest of your stuff from Grimmauld place to your flat. She very much wants to live with you for real. Love, Ginny.
Ron, 'bout bloody time! No offense bro, but you really need to get a move on. We have a few more... personal items in our possession. We thought you might not want Hermione to see them just yet, Sorry Hermione. It's guy stuff (*wink wink*). (By the way Ron, your taste in 'reading' material is very indicative.) -George.

"You had them move me in?" Ron didn't look up from the note.

"Yes." I answered simply. It was useless to feel guilty. I knew Ron wasn't mad.

"I'm glad." Ron was smiling. "I was worried what you would say if I asked you." He dropped the note, and pulled me into his body. I felt his erection pushing into me, and decided that despite my tiredness, I could go another round with Ron. I raised my face up for a kiss, and we went under. By the time we had both resurfaced, I was once again down to my bra and panties. Ron was shirtless and his pants were undone. I thought we might go for another quicky, but Ron surprised me. He slowly removed his pants, and led me to the bed. He laid me down carefully, and took his time heating me up. A slow kiss here, a nibble there. It had been a while since we had gone at it nice and slow, and I realized I had missed it. I grasped Ron's head to my chest as he revealed one puckered nipple and sucked. While he sucked, his thigh rubbed against my center, giving me more stimulation. He continued on like that for an indeterminable amount of time. Eventually he removed my bra completely, and gave the other peak the same treatment. By the time he moved down past my stomach, I was dripping wet and so very close. He pulled my panties down my legs slowly. When they were finally off I thought he would just push in. He instead sniffed my panties, causing mini spasms in my body.

"Bloody Hell, Mione. You smell so good." He winked at me. "Bet you taste just as good." and down he went, doing one of my favorite things in the world. I had already been so close, that almost immediately I went off.

"Ron!" I yelled, writhing on our bed. When my climax was finished, Ron brought himself back up to my level. He gave me a quick kiss, and shed his boxers. I reached down and took him in hand. Now it was his turn to groan. I fisted him for a few strokes, but soon my need was too great again to continue teasing. I pushed Ron onto his back and lowered myself onto his length. We moaned in unison, and I began to move up and down. Too soon, yet not soon enough, we were both coming. When we finished, Ron pulled out of me, moved me off him for a moment, and went in search of his wand. When he found it, he cleaned us up, covered us up in the blankets, and turned the lights off with a flick of his wand. Soon I was half asleep, but one thought went around and around in my head.

"Ron?"

"Yeah Mione?"

"What was George talking about when he said 'reading material'. You only read quiditch mags." I felt Ron blush, and raised myself to look up at him.

"It was, um... aids, for, um... guy time." Ron looked as though he would rather drop the subject, and I got it.

"They found your stash of porn?" I laughed.

"Yeah. I don't use it anymore though." He was quick to reassure me.

"Ron, even sexually active men have to masturbate. I don't mind if you have magazines to help you with that." Ron looked mildly relieved. "What did he mean though? About it being an indicator?"

"The mags. Well, y'see. They. Oh Hell. All of them have a picture of you in them." Ron looked ashamed.

"What?" I pictured it in my mind. Ron must have had magazines like that since he was 13 or 14. How long had the pictures been there?

"I have a picture of you in each mag, and most of the mags have, um... Smart girls." He wouldn't look at me.

"Ron." He looked at me now, and saw the smile spreading across my face. "Have you been using me to masturbate to?" He nodded. I felt my smile get bigger. "How long?"

"Um. Since the day I, um could?" He said it like a question, and I laughed, tackling him with a hug.

"I love you!" I gave him a smooch on th cheek. "I feel so much better knowing it wasn't just me." Ron looked surprised, but smiled.

"I'm glad too. I always felt like a perv using your pictures, but nothing else would do it for me." I smiled at him and he gave me one last kiss. "Now, it's time for bed." We snuggled down together, and I heard Ron whisper to me. "I'll love you forever, Mione."

"I'll love you forever too, Ron." I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and my love in my arms.


Hi Readers! The end of another Ron Hermione story. I hope you liked it! I got to write during the day for once, since the person I was suppose to baby sit for cancelled on me at 7 in the morning. Ug. Oh well. Thanks to all of you for reading!