A Hickey?
Ron's POV
Two days later and Hermione STILL wasn't home. She hadn't even bothered to contact us. I was currently sat on the floor in front of the fire with my legs sprawled out before me. I thought back to two days ago when mum got the entire family to squeeze into the small living room. The room I was in right now.
Bill and Fleur had decided to test us. That's why they had announced the baby. It wasn't real; they'd spewed a load of bollocks about needing to know how we would react. Well whatever, I had more important things to worry about.
I picked up Hermione's note, it had been opened and re-folded so many times that the words on the creases had started to fade. I scanned the note for what must have been the billionth time. What could she mean by complication? Had they been attacked? Had her parents refused to leave? I sighed at the questions running through my head a-mile-a-minute and threw myself into a lying position.
Just then, George walked in. He sat beside me on the floor and said:
"Just go and see her."
"I can't." I snapped back at him. "She's in Australia."
"And how did she get there, brother of mine?" He'd begun to sound like himself again. He'd been acting tough when he was around anyone, but I'd heard him crying at night, talking to himself to hear Fred's voice, then crying more. Of course I didn't say that. I just answered the question.
"Floo, duh."
"Exactly." He got up again and left, not bothering to say goodbye. I laid there in silence for a few moments before what George had said finally made sense. I could just use the floo to go to Australia to see Hermione! Just as I got up to go, the woman herself appeared in front of me, standing in the fireplace. We stared at each other for a few seconds while I tried to figure out if I was dreaming or not. It felt like the whole world had ceased to exist for a moment, and the only person in it, besides me, was my beautiful girlfriend. She leapt into my arms, which, to my surprise, had been stretched out towards her. I closed my arms around her, pulling her into my tight embrace, and buried my face in her hair, breathing in her scent of strawberries.
"Don't you dare do that again." I mumbled, pulling her even further into me.
"I wouldn't dream of it. I missed you. So much." She pulled her head away from my chest, much to my annoyance, and looked up at me, her big brown eyes shining as they stared into mine. A few moments passed like that, it could have been second or days, I didn't know, and I didn't care. Then my lips found hers in a fierce kiss that I didn't realise I was capable of. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entry. I couldn't get enough of her. She refused to open her mouth, relishing in the pain that it caused me. I quickly became inpatient and nipped her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. Needless to say I took advantage of the opportunity to push my tongue into her mouth and devour her. I let my tongue roam all over her mouth, relishing in her sweet taste. She pulled away, red faced and panting for air so I pressed my forehead to hers, not wanting to break contact.
"I want you 'Mione. I need you." I breathed.
"I want you too, more than you know, but we can't yet, it's too soon..." I kissed her again, taking her bottom lip in my mouth and sucking on it before I pulled back. She whimpered as her eyes fell closed. I moved my lips to her ear and bit on the lobe gently before trailing long, lingering kisses down her neck to the base of it, where I nipped and sucked as she fisted my hair.
"Ron..." She moaned when I ran my fingers down her side, "We can't," she pushed me away and looked at me regretfully. "I really wish we could... But I'm not ready." Her face became even redder when she said it and my eyes trailed to where I'd been kissing her neck.
"Sorry." I opened my arms and she stepped back into them, wrapping her arms around my waist and placing her head on my chest. "I just couldn't help myself. I hope you don't think I'll pressure you into anything... If you're not ready, I won't make you. And I gave you a hickey, sorry." She jumped back as her hand flew to her neck. She quickly dropped it again when Harry walked in.
"Hey, Hermione! I thought I heard the floo! What's that on your neck?" He walked over and hugged her.
"Er, um... It's..." I chuckled as she floundered for an excuse.
"A hickey." I finished for her. Her face became bright red as she nodded.
"Good thing I didn't investigate sooner don't ya' think Hermione?" He winked at her.
"Shut up." She laughed and, once more, returned to my arms. I kissed the top of her head and leaned down to whisper "I love you." in her ear. She grunted her response and I chuckled again as mum walked in with Ginny.
"Hermione!" Ginny yelled and yanked my girlfriend from my arms before I could fight back. They were hugging each other and gushing unintelligible nonsense. Mum chuckled and gave Hermione a kiss on each cheek once Ginny had released her.
"Welcome back dear." She smiled, before tottering off to the kitchen with Ginny in tow. Harry collapsed onto the sofa so we joined him. I was the first to speak.
"A complication?" I asked as Hermione settled into the corner of the sofa, stretching her legs across me. I placed my hands on her legs and started to draw small circles on one with my finger. She sighed happily before replying.
"Mmhmm. There was an issue with my mother..." She trailed off.
"Fancy telling us what it was?" Harry prompted.
"She refused to leave without her favourite sunglasses. We spent two days looking for them!" She emphasised the 'two' by holding her fingers up in a peace sign. Harry and I couldn't hold back our laughter.
"You made me wait for two extra days, for a pair of sunglasses?" I asked, disbelievingly. Hermione looked into my eyes.
"I'm sorry?" She tried. I just laughed.
"You could have said that in your letter, I was worried sick!" She blushed at my outburst.
"He thought you'd run off with an Australian bloke," Harry added. I shot him a look.
"Really?" Hermione enquired. This time it was my turn to blush. "Ron, you have nothing to worry about. I'd never do that." She removed her legs from my lap to crawl up to me and curl into my chest. I put my arms around her and sighed.
"I thought you'd found someone better than me. It's not exactly hard is it?" I spoke softly into her hair. Hermione looked up at me.
"That's ridiculous Ronald." She sighed. "I love you, that doesn't go away in five days." Harry took this as his cue to leave, creeping slowly towards the kitchen, no doubt to find Ginny.
"It's getting late." I said, looking out the window. "I bet you're tired, we should go to bed..." I trailed off, fearing rejection.
"That'd be nice." She sighed. She moved to get up but before she could, I scooped her into my arms and carried her bridal style to my room.
