A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I appreciate all comments, though I choose to ignore the flames. This is smut, I make no excuses, other than I enjoy writing smut, and I am interested in the emotions that evolve in people during and after the activities partaken of within smut. If you are too young to read smut, or find it "gross" I suggest you stop reading. Now.

I own nothing. JKR is fantastic, and I hope to god she doesn't read this.

P.S. A few people have made guesses as to what the heck is going on. A few people are very close to being exactly right.

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His sanity returned as his breathing became less rapid. Usually, he would have woken up by now, with a raging erection and Harry throwing a pillow at his head from across the room and demanding he stop his moaning. Instead, he felt Hermione's warm body curled up against his side. He clutched at her with the arm he had unconsciously wrapped around her. They lay together, listening to each other's breathing. Finally, she rolled into him, propping her chin on his chest and looking up at him, the lingering evidence of passion still in her eyes.

"I love you." She said it easily, with breezy confidence; as though she had said it a thousand, no…ten thousand times before. His breath caught and his chest tightened with a mixture of happiness and fear, which showed on his expressive face. Before he could think of a reply, she laughed, that same throaty, sexy laugh that had driven him insane just a few minutes previously.

"Don't worry, Ron. I love it when you lose control. It's so rare. Usually, you make me beg you to come after you've driven me half mad with pleasure."

Oh Merlin, he was an insensitive git. He didn't know if she'd come at all, he been so caught up in the amazing experience of being inside of her. This dream, or fantasy, or whatever it was, was incredibly realistic, more so than any dream he'd ever had. Suddenly, he really wanted to make sure the experience was as mind-blowing for her as it had been for him, even if this Hermione seemed to think they had done this before…

"Teach me?" He asked, his voice squeaking slightly, and his eyes pleading with her to understand him without the embarrassment of having to admit his vast ignorance of how to please a woman. "Teach me how to please you?"

She rolled her eyes at him, the way she had at least once a day since they were eleven. It was almost erotic at the moment, given that they were both naked and basking in post-coital glow.

"Really, Ronald. I can't believe how much you like that game. But, since you are so very sweet, I'll humor you." She smiled, and rolled away, propping herself up on her elbows and staring down at him, arching an eyebrow. "Professor Hermione calls this call to order!"

Godric, she was sexy. He would never admit to his Hermione, the real world Hermione, how incredibly alluring she could be at the height of one of her Know-It-All lectures. His cock twitched to life just at the authoritative tone in her voice.

She looked down at his growing erection and smiled knowingly. "I can see that you are going to be an…enthusiastic student for once." She sat up straight, and he had to force himself to drag his gaze from her pert breasts to her warm brown eyes. "First of all, marks for your latest work. I would have to say an A for breasts," she cupped those two pale globes in her hands, and he forgot to breath in the face of such an erotic image. "As for kissing, I'd give you a very definite O." She bent forward suddenly, and pressed her lips to his quickly, pulling back before he could wrap his hands in her wonderful brown curls and capture her lips for a more complete snog.

"But…in other areas, I'm afraid you'll need a bit of revision." She took his hand in hers, and brought it to rest against the soft skin on the inside of her opposite elbow. "This is skin, Mr. Weasley. The largest organ on the body, and by far the largest sexual tool." He didn't think he could blush any more, but hearing those words come out of her mouth….Holy Merlin!

She didn't cease her lesson though, but continued with that tone of voice which perfectly merged instruction with teasing. "You can gently stroke certain key erogenous zones on a woman to achieve a high level of arousal. The elbow, knee, collarbone, neck and inner thighs are particularly sensitive, along with certain key points on the back."

Eronegos zone? Huh….never mind, best to just do it, rather than try to understand. "Can I try a practical application of this lesson?" He was amazed that his voice didn't crack or his cock explode given how hard he was. He didn't wait for permission, but brushed his fingertips along her elbow, up her arm to her shoulder, as lightly as possible. He could see goosebumps follow in their wake. He sat up, and brought his lips to taste her neck with soft kisses, reveling in the taste of her flesh and the feel of her hardened nipples brushing his chest. She sighed, which he took as a sign of encouragement that he wasn't a complete failure.

Continuing to kiss her neck, he moved his hands in teasing, feather-light circles along the naked skin of her back; he was rewarded with a soft moan. He clamped down on the part of him that wanted to push apart her thighs and bury himself within her again. He was determined to give her pleasure this time.

"How am I doing with the lesson, Professor?"

She took a deep breath, pulling away slightly. She swallowed. "Very…very well. A most promising student." She smiled wickedly. "Now, for an anatomy lesson. She leaned away from him, scooting back into the pillows and opening her legs, giving him a view that made his eyes burn with the effort not to blink, not to miss a microsecond.

"So, which shall we cover first, the clitoris or the G-spot?"

She must have expected an answer, so he blurted out, "Clitoris?" He vaguely remembered an odd conversation he'd had with George regarding this mysterious female part and its supposed uses. George had said that a girl could come multiple times if a bloke managed to find it and treat it right. Ron wasn't sure if this was true, or if George was having him on.

Hermione's flushed face seemed to indicate that perhaps it was true. "Good choice. You always find my G-spot better with your cock anyway." She gave him a devilish grin and his mouth fell open in shock to hear her use the word "cock" with such ease. Especially referring to him.

She grabbed his hand again, and brought it to the brown curls of her sex. She was still slick and wet from their earlier activities, with both her own juices and his. She was a jewel-like reddish pink, even in the moonlight flooding the room, and he completely lost the power of speech in the onslaught of the look and feel of her.

She took one of his fingers, and drew it along a fold of skin. "This is the labia minor, or small lips in latin. These lips like to be kissed too, perhaps in a later lesson?"

Conversations he'd overheard between Fred, George and Charlie seemed to make more sense now. He'd known that it was possible to kiss a girl there, but he'd been rather grossed out at the prospect. But now, surrounded by the scent of Hermione, and entranced by the smooth wetness, it sounded like the best bloody idea he'd ever heard.

She was moving his fingers again, and he could feel her shudder as he touched a hard nub of flesh amongst her folds. "That….is the clitoris. All the nerve endings of your equipment wrapped up in a much smaller space." He moved his finger against her hard, and she gasped. "Lightly! Lighter is better, at least to start." He obeyed, and her hips bucked against his hand.

"Hmm…good…very, very….good." She sighed as he stroked her. He looked up at her face, only to see her lick her lips, and feel a strong pulse of desire shoot through him. She was so beautiful. He was consumed by the desire to taste her, although he wasn't really sure how she'd react to it, or whether he'd be any good at whatever he was supposed to do. Should he wait for more instructions?

But "Professor" Hermione seemed to be in no condition to continue her lesson, as her head tossed from side to side and she began to pant. Going on instinct, he moved down the bed, still touching her. If he was unable to use words to tell her that he loved her, he'd damn well show it in his actions. Once in a good position, he replaced his fingers with his lips quickly, before he lost his nerve. She let out a gasp, and she might have muttered his name, but he couldn't hear, his entire being concentrated on the sweet, intoxicating taste of her, and the shudders he felt trembling through her as he gripped one of the hips in his large hand.

He licked, he nibbled, he sucked. He could feel her thrashing, hear her moaning his name. He could have done this for hours, despite the insistent throbbing of his cock. She became more and more frantic, swearing softly, until she was begging, filling him with proud satisfaction.

"More…I need….ohhh…."

He wasn't sure what she wanted, but she squirmed under him, and he wanted badly to give her whatever it was she needed. He was also filled with an overwhelming curiosity about that magical place where he had fit so well inside of her. Maybe that would help her?

He probed with a finger, looking for the entrance into her depths. When he found it, and thrust a single finger inside of her, she gave a happy shout, and he took that as a sign of approval, and added a second finger to the first. She pushed against his hand, and he tried to coordinate his hand, tongue and lips, while simultaneously exulting in the tight, slick heat of her passage and her obvious pleasure at his actions. He could feel her begin to shake under him, and her hands twisted in his hair, her legs clutched at his back where they were draped over his shoulders. She gave one last scream, and seemed to collapse a bit. He continued on, unsure if he was successful in bringing her to completion or a miserable failure, until he felt her pulling on his head. She tugged vigorously until he looked up at her.

"An O Ron! You've got your O. You'll kill me if you keep going Ron. Give girl a break between orgasms, please?"

He grinned in contentment. He'd done it! She continued to pull him toward her for a kiss, and he hoped that she'd enjoy her own taste as much as he had. The kiss was incredibly intense, and soon she was writhing beneath him, and he was very much aware that his cock was becoming more and more impatient for attention. Did she mean it that it was painful if she had another orgasm? Would she push him away angrily if he asked to come inside her again? She had felt so good….

She rubbed her hips against him, as if reading his mind. "Inside love, please? I need you again. Extra credit, I promise."

Oh gods….she was amazing. He poised above her, and guided himself to the entrance he'd found earlier with his fingers. He slowly entered, grasping at some level of control….but she wouldn't let him. She wrapped her legs around him, and he plunged deep inside of her. He groaned loudly, and she laughed and then he couldn't think anymore, only thrust into her mindlessly, aware only of the love that filled him, the unearthly pleasure of her wrapped around him, and her breathy moans. When she gave a bright scream and her muscles pulsed around him, her let go completely, allowing the stars trapped behind his eyes to burst in purple and white explosions, and the hot pleasure to pulse through his veins and into her. He fell on top of her, and rolled to the side, holding her tightly in the circle of his arms while he fell into unconsciousness.

When he woke, it might have been ten minutes or ten hours had passed. He'd no idea of the time when he arrived in his room, but now dawn was filling the sky, and a bit of it spilled into the room, though the bed was still in shadow. Hermione was nestled against his chest, and he had never been so happy. Although he'd have liked to know what Hermione would have looked like or acted like the first time she'd ever come for him, for it was obvious that this Hermione seemed to remember them doing things before. Still, he would be content sharing this life with her now and forever, regardless of how they had gotten here. He felt that there were no worries about You-Know-Who, or Death Eaters, or even NEWTs. Here, there was nothing but Ron and Hermione, together and happy.

"If this is a dream, I don't think I ever want to wake up." He whispered, his voice hoarse from his previous shouts of pleasure.

She hadn't been asleep. She looked up, and sleep and fear and anger mixed in her brown eyes. "Oh, you bloody better wake up…you can't leave me alone!" She sat up suddenly, wrenching herself away from him and scrambling across the bed toward the nightstand, snatching up her wand. She shook her head violently. "I'm not dreaming, am I? Who the hell are you?"

He was utterly confused? What was going on? "Hermione? It's me, Ron…." He made to move toward her, but she pointed her wand at him menacingly. Time seemed to slow to an agonizing crawl, as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

"You can't be…he's…." she stopped, and flicked her wand. "Incendio!" She cried, and every candle in the room lit, flooding the room with bright light. He blinked for a moment, and she gasped, a look of intense sadness and shock on her face.

"You…you're seventeen!"

"Yes, and so are you, last time I checked."

She shook her head and covered her mouth with her hand, tears filling her eyes. She was speechless.

He wanted to comfort her, but without warning his limbs felt leaden, immensely heavy, like some force had taken hold of him, and was dragging him away from her. He tried to struggle, but couldn't move. He tried to talk, but no sound came out. She must have realized something was wrong. Panic filled her eyes, and then, just as quickly, acceptance. His vision started to darken around the edges, and he felt like he was falling. He wanted to stay with her, he wanted to hold her, to tell her he would never leave her, to tell her than he loved her, but it was not to be. Instead, he heard her whispered words follow him into darkness.

"Don't wait to tell me….."