A/N: The song for this fic is Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional. Thanks to my beta Karen!
Hermione was the first to break the kiss. She had no words inside of her to express how she felt, but she knew that this feeling was better than anything she had ever experienced. Her eyes, which had closed during the kiss, fluttered open to meet Ron's blue ones. She gave him a weak smile, and opened her mouth to say something. What she was going to say she had no idea, but she never got the chance to find out.
Ron placed his finger to her lips, apparently to silence her. He gave a sort of lopsided grin and sighed. It seemed to Hermione that he could think of no words either. Not being a girl to just sit and wait patiently for anything, she did the only thing she could think of. She leaned over quickly and kissed him again.
It was inexplicable to Hermione how every one of their kisses could be so different. This time when their lips met, all she could think about was fire. Ron's mouth met hers eagerly, and there was nothing slow this time. Merely seconds after first contact, his tongue slid across her mouth, asking for entrance. Her lips were barely parted before his tongue was inside, tasting her. It seemed like he was trying to consume her as he pulled her own tongue into his mouth and lightly sucked on it.
Hermione snapped out of her fog and ran her hands up and across his broad shoulders. She shivered as she felt his muscles tense beneath her fingers. The kiss was getting more intense with every second; tongues wrestling and hearts pounding. Hermione felt herself begin to slide down on the couch as Ron shifted his weight onto her. A moan escaped her at the thought of how strong he was and all the things he could do to her.
Ron broke the kiss and their eyes met. His expression was full of longing and lust, but there was something else there. This something else, this love, comforted Hermione even as she wanted him.
"Hermione…" Ron's voice was raspy and it sounded like the effort of speaking was just about killing him. "If you need me to stop, I…I can stop. I don't want you to feel like you, well, have to do anything you aren't ready for." The concern in his voice was echoed in his eyes.
He looked so sexy, leaning over her, and she thought it must have taken every last ounce of control he possessed to keep himself back. She also felt somewhat amazed that she could make a man want her like this with only a kiss. For her part, she had never been so aroused by a man in her life; Gregory was nothing compared to Ron. But then, hadn't she known that all along?
Hermione smiled at Ron, and in a voice that was barely more than a whisper she said, "Ronald, if I want you to stop I'll tell you. Please just kiss me. Kiss me." Ron did just that. He kissed her, and he slid her down on the couch until she was flat on her back with him on top of her. His hands reached up to fist in her hair, making any last bit of structure in her hair dissipate. His eyes stayed open as he kissed her, and the intensity was almost too much for her. When his lips separated from her own she let out a moan at the loss. He smirked at her, which, though very uncharacteristic of Ron, sent a little tremor through her body.
His lips ghosted across her cheek and down over her neck. His tongue slipped out to taste her, and he peppered hot kisses all the way up to her earlobe. Ron grazed his lips over the lobe and nipped her lightly. Hermione gasped, and Ron let his full weight press down on her.
His straining erection could now be felt on her stomach, and her eyes widened at the contact. He was much larger than Gregory! New waves of excitement raced through her as she thought about how that would feel inside of her, but she was quickly distracted from this thought when Ron's hand slipped under her shirt.
His hands were calloused from Quidditch and work, but their rough feel was driving her insane as they ran over her tummy. His finger strayed beneath the under wire of her bra, and the need inside of her began to build. She knew he was trying to take things slow, but she didn't know how much longer she could wait.
"Ron, please, touch me," she gasped out. His eyes locked on hers once again, and she raised her arms above her head to answer the tugging on the hem of her shirt. The material whisked over the soft skin of her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
She barely noticed this, however, as she was watching Ron's eyes. They ran over her nearly naked torso, and she swore they darkened in color. Her cheeks flushed, but Ron smiled. He lifted his own shirt over his head, and all thought about her own body left her mind. His body was perfect. He was muscular, but somehow still retained the lankiness that she found attractive when she was a girl.
Ron leaned in to kiss her again. As they kissed, his hands slid underneath her to unclasp her simple, white bra. As soon as it was unfastened, it was wrenched from her body and flung to the floor. Ron's gaze shifted to her breasts, and he let out a groan that sounded very much like one of satisfaction.
"Gods, Hermione, you're so beautiful." He let out a whooshing breath, and lifted her arms above her body once more, pinning them together with one hand. Hermione bit her lip and arched her back, pressing herself into his erection. Ron grunted in response and began to press kisses into her breasts, leaving no bit of skin untouched. When he finally slid his tongue over her very hard nipple, Hermione whimpered.
Ron continued to ravish her, using his teeth and tongue to drive her to madness. He released her hands, and she lifted them to his back, enjoying his naked torso as much as he apparently enjoyed hers. Ron's hands, meanwhile, were sliding down her hips to the hem of her skirt, lifting it to her waist. She trailed her fingers down his arms, and around to his front, meeting his eyes as she slid a finger under the waistband of his jeans. She was so torturously wet and ready for him, and she felt like she might explode if she didn't get those horrible trousers off of him right this second.
She popped open the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down, but with his position on top of her she just couldn't get his jeans or boxers down past his hips.
"Let me help you." Ron removed his weight from her for only the short time it took to fling his jeans and Canon boxers from his body, but Hermione got a fabulous look at his hard cock before he was back down on top of her. She still couldn't get over the sheer size of it; she had never imagined that Ron would be so…well, large.
His hungry lips met hers for another searing kiss, and his hands wandered down over her thighs. A single finger hooked under the elastic of her white, cotton panties, and his thumb brushed over her center. A sharp intake of breath could be heard as he could now feel how wet she was. Before she even had time to moan, he had simply ripped her thin panties right off of her body.
"Oh Gods, Ron!" Hermione felt little shocks run through her at the idea of what Ron had just done. He slid his thumb over her clit and she gasped. His finger, meanwhile, continued its path, sliding fully into her. He swirled it around inside of her, and added another finger, pumping them into her. He growled, and his cock twitched on her thigh. Hermione strained against his fingers; she wanted him inside of her now.
His own thoughts must have been a mirror to hers, because he removed his fingers, and moved over her to position himself at her entrance. His eyes made contact with hers once again as though asking permission, and she simply let out a moan in response. This, apparently, was Ron's breaking point.
He slid all the way inside of her, burying himself completely. When he was totally immersed, he moaned out mostly unintelligible words, but Hermione thought she caught a few, such as "tight" and "wet" and "wonderful." Her thoughts became scattered when he began to move inside of her.
He started off slow, but his pace quickened momentarily, and soon he was thrusting into her in earnest. Hermione's only intelligible thought was that this was the best feeling in the world. Every thrust brought her closer to the brink. Their mingled gasps, pants, and moans were the only sounds in Ron's flat, and both of them were close to the edge.
If Hermione thought that she had never made love before, she knew now that no experience she had with Gregory could even be compared to making love with Ron. He filled her completely.
They were so immersed in each other that neither of them noticed the loud crack of Apparition that filled the room. Harry appeared behind the couch, and started to speak.
"Ron, I've got something interesting that you might like to… AGH!" His words were cut off when he noticed that Ron was not alone. He simply stared at the final stages of Ron and Hermione's lovemaking, but at Hermione's shrill scream of release, Harry slammed his hands over his ears.
"Merlin Ron, haven't you found out yet what the bedroom is for?" Harry's Apparition hadn't been enough to break apart the pair, but his yelling certainly was. Ron sprang up off the couch and grabbed his wand from the table near the couch. "Accio clothes!"
Harry's eyes, meanwhile, had wandered down to the woman on the couch. Hermione flung her hands over herself at Harry's gaze, and realization appeared on his face. He glanced from Hermione to Ron, who was now throwing clothes on with astounding speed, but he couldn't seem to make out the words. The three of them were all flushed red and staring at one another, but none of said a single word.
