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Ch6 – Please Forgive Me
Please Forgive Me, Bryan Adams
Still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss
It's gettin' better baby
No one can better this
Still holdin' on, you're still the one
Ron bolted awake late into the night. His breath came in short gasps, and he frantically searched for Hermione. He heard sounds coming from across the flat and he thought his heart would stop. He leapt out of bed and raced across the small apartment to the kitchen, where the sounds were coming from. He rounded the corner and stopped.
Hermione was sitting on the floor with the refrigerator doors wide open. She had a carton of ice cream open in front of her, and the remnants of many snack-type things and leftovers strewn around her. Ron had to stifle a laugh at the picture. Hermione looked up at him, and saw the look on his face. Her own face screwed up in a grimace, and she spoke.
"Don't you laugh at me, Ronald Bilius Weasley! I've seen you when you're tired, or depressed or just plain, old hungry. What's that look for, huh?" Hermione said as Ron lost is. He just could not hold it in anymore, and he gave a great belly-laugh. Hermione gave up and she started to laugh right along with him. Ron grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and sat down next to her, sticking his spoon into her ice cream and putting his arm around her.
"You're just so cute, 'Mione. Sitting here with ice cream, eating to your heart's content, not a care to your mind," Ron laughed through his mouthful of ice cream. Hermione scowled at him and dug deeper into the carton. Hermione tried to stay annoyed with Ron, but she could not stay angry forever. She held the carton out to Ron and stood, dragging her nightshirt off. Ron looked up from his ice cream and his eyes widened.
"'Mione, aren't you—" he began, but Hermione kneeled back down before him and smiled seductively.
"Do you really care? The ice cream's gone," she purred as she removed the empty carton from Ron's shaking hand, "but there's sundae syrup to be had… and we wouldn't want it to go bad, now would we?"
Ron reached out and cupped Hermione's jaw in his hands. Leaning in close, he moved to kiss her, but she pulled back, nipping his lower lip as she did so. Ron's eyes darkened in his arousal, and he growled as he reached for her again. Again she pulled back, but Ron was waiting for it. He leaned over her and pushed her back onto the floor. He nudged his knee between her legs and tried to push them apart, but Hermione stopped him. Instead, she dragged his mouth to her breasts. He kissed his way to her taught nipple, licking and sucking till he arrived.
"'Mione. I know what you want. Do you want it right now? Like this?" Ron whispered, nipping the sensitive flesh. Hermione moaned and leaned back, arching into his mouth. He moved his hand to her other breast, massaging and kneading.
Hermione held his head to her chest, stretching out and bringing him with her.
First time our eyes met - same feelin' I get
Only feels much stronger - wanna love ya longer
You still turn the fire on...
So if you're feelin' lonely don't - you're the only one I ever want
I only wanna make it good - so if I love ya a little more than I should
Hermione finally pushed Ron off of her and kneeled to face him. She reached for him and drew him close to her, kissing him fiercely. She pushed his robe off his shoulders. Hermione reached for his groin, encircling it with her war fist.
"It's only fair. I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said as she leaned down to take him in her mouth.
It was Ron's turn to groan as she began a slow, pistoning action with hr mouth. She gripped his base and squeezed until he growled. He pushed her off and looked into her eyes. He was painfully hard, and his body pleaded with her.
"It's up to you, my love. Can you deal with a bit of a mess to clean up after?" Hermione giggled.
"I don't see why not? Always have before," Ron said as he gave a throaty laugh and pushed her down to enter her. She screamed with pleasure as he made is way into her. Their bodies grasped at one another, and as their passion mounted, all that could be heard was their sighs and moans.
"Ron!"
"Hermione!"
Please forgive me - I know not what I do
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me - this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me - if I need ya like I do
Please believe me - every word I say is true
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
When Ron and Hermione finally woke up, they were still entangled. Ron was stroking Hermione's hair as she woke. He moved slightly, and Hermione could feel a slight ache as he moved his lower body against hers. She groaned and smiled at him before she opened her eyes.
Ron smiled as she looked at him and giggled. Ron shifted and pulled out. Hermione glared playfully at him as she reached for their robes. Both looked at the mess they had made, with the sundae syrup and the other snacks and the rather conspicuous bodily fluids.
"You said you wouldn't mind cleaning up. I'm heading to the bath. I'll draw one for you when you're ready," Hermione said airily as she left Ron in the middle of the mess.
Ron just stared at Hermione's back before turning to survey the mess he had to clean up.
Still feels like our best times are together
Feels like the first touch - still gettin' closer baby
Can't get close enough
Still holdin' on - still number one
When Ron finished cleaning up their mess, he headed to the bathroom where he heard Hermione's voice singing an old Gaelic tune. He knocked on the door and waited for her to open the door. When she did, she took his breath away.
Her hair was just barely damp, and her face was flushed from the steam. Her blue robe clung to her curves and it was just barley parted to show off her sheer blue bra.
Hermione smiled as she spoke, "I drew your bath for you. Better get in while it's still warm. I'll be waiting for you. We need to get over to the office and check on our assignments. Harry will be waiting for us."
"But what if I can't reach my back? Why don't you stay and help?" Ron gave her his best puppy-dog eyes, but Hermione just laughed and shut the door behind herself on her way out. Ron stared at the emptiness she left behind before climbing into the bath himself.
I remember the smell of your skin - I remember everything
I remember all your moves - I remember you yeah
I remember the nights - ya know I still do
So if you're feelin' lonely don't - you're the only one I ever want
I only wanna make it good - so if I love ya a little more than I should
Ron finished his bath and crept into the bedroom he and Hermione shared. He saw her at her jewelry box, as she was trying to pick out her usual combination of necklace and earrings. She picked out a pair of silver earring that he had made for her when they had first gotten together. He had conjured their initials into the small silver earrings and had cast a charm on them that would keep them from ever tarnishing. He saw that she had picked out a necklace that her parents had given her, a tri-quatra pendant that they had found in a trunk that had belonged to one of their ancestors, the last witch born into that family before Hermione.
He thought that she would turn around and harass him for taking too long in the bath, but she kept her attention on her jewelry box. Her hands lingered over the small collection of rings, and Ron recognized some of them as gifts from her parents and family. He saw the huge diamond Harry had given her, back when he came into his full inheritance; it had been Lily Potter's ring, passed down through her family, and Harry had said that he knew Hermione would like it, and had gifted it to her when she had turned seventeen and had become a true witch. Ron saw also the small ruby Viktor Krum had given her on her fifteenth birthday, "Just as friends," she had said. Ron felt a blush creep up his face as he recognized the last ring her fingers touched, a cheap rhinestone he had gotten for her in apology for the troll incident back when they were first years. Ron watched closely, sure she was going to choose Harry or Viktor's gift.
Hermione sighed and pulled the rhinestone out of the box and onto her finger. She held it out to examine it, then she tried it on her ring finger. She hung her head and sighed again, pulling it off and placing it on her right hand. Ron decided to make his presence known.
He cleared his throat, and Hermione jumped up and slammed her jewelry box closed. "Oh, Ron! You startled me. You shouldn't sneak up on me like that. What if I'd had my wand out? I could have hurt you! Now, get dressed. We have to go to the train station to see Ginny off before we go to work."
Ron crossed the small room to the closet, pulling out denims and a clean shirt. He pulled his pants on and shrugged into his shirt. He was quiet as he did so, and Hermione felt his unease. "Hermione, why don't you just wear a real ring, hm? You don't have to keep on wearing the piece of junk I gave you. We weren't even together when I gave it to you, and I know you prefer the ones from Harry and Viktor. Don't wear it on my account."
"Ron, don't talk to me like that. I wear this ring because I like it, not to humor you. Besides that, you gave it to me, and that makes me love it. Please, let's just go," Hermione sounded exhausted, and Ron felt bad for having said what he did. He walked over to her and put his arms around his waist. Hermione leaned back into him and sighed shakily. "What would we have done if I had been pregnant?"
"We would have figured it out together. We've got a place to live, and we'd manage to pull through. If you wanted, we would have married so that we wouldn't have to go through the paperwork later," Ron tried to comfort her, but it was not working.
"So Ginny was right. That's the only way you'd marry me!" Hermione shouted, turning on Ron and slapping him across his face. "We're going to be late. I don't want to talk about this now. Put a smile on your face and get moving."
Please forgive me - I know not what I do
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me - if I need ya like I do
Oh believe me - every word I say is true
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
Ron and Hermione flew to the train station on Ron's broom. Hermione held on tightly, and as they were landing, she spoke up.
"Maybe I should get my own broom."
"Why? You don't like to fly without me anyways, so why bother? You always either Apparate or fly with me," Ron said as they touched ground. He got off his broom and tapped it with his wand to shrink it and make it easy to carry.
"That way, when you're gone, I'll be able to get around on my own," Hermione said quietly.
"When I'm gone where, exactly? What are you trying to get at? I'm not going anywhere without you!" Ron raised his voice in his anger.
"Well, you're certainly not going to be staying with me, now are you? Not now that I'm not carrying your child," Hermione said viciously. Ron tried to take her hand in his. She ripped it away.
Ron sighed in disgust. They headed into the train station in silence. By the time they reached the entrance to the Hogwart's Express, they were back to arguing. Both were at full voice by the time they joined the Weasley clan, including Fleur. Ginny's departure was a family affair, save for Hermione and Harry, who were practically family anyway.
"You only thought about staying with me because you thought I was pregnant!" Hermione cried.
"You made me believe you were pregnant to get me to marry you!" Ron shouted back. Hermione's face crumpled in tears, and the twins put their arms around her before placing her in Mrs. Weasley's open arms.
Fred and George advanced on Ron, but Harry got to him first. Harry clocked Ron with a right hook. Fred got him from the left, and George kicked him for good measure.
Ginny was the first to speak. "You're a bloody git. Leave Hermione alone. I'm leaving," she announced. She hugged her other brothers and sister-in-law, then her parents and Hermione. She glared at Ron, affixed her Head Girl badge, and kissed Harry before climbing onto the train.
Mrs. Weasley took Hermione and Fleur aside. Charlie and Bill joined the twins and Harry over by Ron.
"What were you thinking, Ron? You can't treat your best girl like that," Charlie said as he glared at his younger brother.
"If I had ever treated Fleur like that, she'd never have married me. You do want to marry Hermione, right?" Bill asked.
"Of course he wants to marry her," Harry said as he cut his eyes to Ron's, one of which was rapidly swelling after his run-in with the twins. "Don't you, Ron?"
"That's not the point, now is it?" Ron said angrily. "She just can't wait for things to happen on their own. She tried to get me to propose by acting like she was pregnant."
"She didn't 'pretend' to be anything of the sort!" Fred yelled at Ron. "You heard about Fleur, and you were with Hermione when she went to the healer! How, after all these years you two have spent together, could you accuse her of something like that?"
"Yeah, even we can see that you're in the wrong," George chimed in. "You have some nerve saying something like that to Hermione. She's like a little sister to us. You're making her into some sort of bint, and you know she would never do anything like that."
"I wasn't trying to hurt her. I was just angry. She's always right, no matter what. She wants to get married, and so do I, but I don't think I can right now. Now she wants to get a broom of her own, so she can 'get around' when I'm 'gone'! I'm not leaving her, ever! I just want to be with her!" Ron shouted. His brothers and Harry all smiled.
"That's what we thought," Harry said smugly, and Ron was left alone to see the train move away and become smaller and smaller.
One thing I'm sure of - is the way we make love
And one thing I depend on - is for us to stay strong
With every word and every breath I'm prayin'
That's why I'm sayin'
Hermione had been whisked off to the Burrow before she could try to make up with Ron. Mrs. Weasley and Fleur were mightily pissed off, and they took it upon themselves to comfort Hermione.
"Now, my dear, Ronald can be a little nasty when he is out of sorts," Mrs. Weasley explained to Hermione.
"I know, Mum. But he's right. I think on some level, I thought that he'd have to stay if I were pregnant," Hermione admitted.
Fleur stood up from the chair she had pulled to the table where the three women were sitting. "Zat ees no reason for Ron to act zat way to you! You are zee love of hees life, and he must know zat! Eet does not matter eef you are pregnant or not, 'e must love you and marry you on hees own. And I know zat 'e will, if you geef heem zee time."
"I know, Fleur. I just want to be with him all the time. I want to be the one they call when he has to be taken home after a long day. I want to marry him, and have kids with him. I just feel like it's never going to happen sometimes, left to his own devices. But I'm not going to let that ruin what he and I already have. No matter what, I love Ron, and no matter what he says or does, I'm not going to force him to do something he doesn't want to do. I love Ron, and I'm not going to leave him. Ever!"
"D'you really mean that?" Ron had appeared in the doorway. Hermione gasped as she saw him. He stepped towards her and kneeled on both of his knees.
"Ron, you're not proposing now, are you?" Hermione asked, confused.
"No, I'm not. I'm not worthy to do that right now, not after this morning. I just want your forgiveness. If you want to get a broom, or even an automobile, we'll make that happen. If you want your own place, we can do that, too. But don't leave me, don't hate me, just say you love me and you'll never leave me, ever. 'Cause I couldn't live without you. And I promise, we will marry someday," Ron said, gazing into Hermione's eyes, blue meeting brown.
Please forgive me - I know not what I do
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me - if I need ya like I do
Babe believe me - every word I say is true
Please forgive me - if I can't stop lovin' you
Never leave me - I don't know what I'd do
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
Can't stop lovin' you
"Of course, my Ronald! I could never leave you, certainly not for something so trivial. I don't want you to think that I want to leave, or that I want you to leave. I didn't mean to trick you, if you really think that I did. Please forgive me, I didn't mean any of the hateful things I said earlier!" Hermione cried as she slipped out of her chair and Mrs. Weasley's arms to embrace Ron. Both were crying by the time she got there.
Mrs. Weasley stood and she and Fleur left the room to give Ron and Hermione some much-needed time alone. Mrs. Weasley had some new additions to take care of; the pair of house-elves Ron, Harry and Hermione had gifted her with when they had started at the Department of Aurors. The two house-elves were always arguing with one another and hitting themselves, but Mrs. Weasley had hopes that they would be friends if not more as time went on.
Fleur left the room with tears in her eyes. She and Bill were still trying for children of their own, but all the healers said that they could not help. If Fleur did not get pregnant and carry the baby to term soon, the healers were worried that she would never conceive. If her next pregnancy went wrong, she would not be allowed to try again, for her own health.
Ron looked into Hermione's eyes and stood to kiss her. She sighed into his kiss, and let him pull her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and walked her out of the house. Hermione was speaking quietly to him, and was about to accuse him of not paying attention when he nudged her.
"'Mione, I was thinking about what you said earlier, and if it is what you really want," he trailed off as he pointed to a package lying on the ground next to his broom. Hermione shot him a quick look before picking up the oddly-shaped parcel.
"Ron, what is this?" Hermione asked as she began unwrapping the package. She started at the wider end, unwrapping carefully. Ron shot her a dirty look, and she smiled and ripped the paper off. "Oh, Ron," she said softly.
"It's from the same company as mine, not the same model. Yours is the Nexus 2800. Safer than the average, not as fast, and it has a charm to help peole who fall off easily or do not like to fly alone or at all," Ron explained. Hermione hugged him. "Well, we're both Aurors, and I think that it is a good idea for you to have your own broom, especially for work. You won't always have the time to concentrate on Apparating."
"Thank you, Ron. I love you so much, and I want you to know that I didn't mean that you would just leave me earlier. I wanted my own broom to be able to be somewhat independent, for when you were at work and I wasn't. Like when we're married and I'm not at work 'cause I have to go to the healers for a check-up," Hermione smiled.
"Why would you have to –Oh. When we're havin' babies and whatnot. Gotcha," Ron smiled sheepishly. "Forgive me?"
"Are you gonna forgive me?"
"I already did. Waitin' on you, as always."
"You're a git and a rotter, d'you know that?"
"Yeah, but you love me for it."
AN: News for all! Next chapter will probably be up by the end of the week. I have some ideas for the next few chapters, but I need your input when it comes to what songs to use. The more reviews and messages I get, the faster these chapters will appear.
By popular demand, there will be a Draco chapter. I will give fair warning, but I may not be able to make it a 'take it or leave it chapter'. Translation: I'm sorry if you don't like Draco or Lavender, but you'll have to read it to continue on with the story and comprehend. If you really can't stand him or her, message me and I will send you a message with the pertinent stuff.
However, I got reading stories that had him in it, not as the main man, but in a supporting role, and he grew on me. Like mushrooms after a spring rain. Give him a chance.
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