A/N: Thank you for all of those fantastic reviews! It thrills me every time I receive them and gets me working on the next chapter! Pretty steamy chapter ahead: consider yourself warned!
Chapter Nine: Up, Up, Here We Go!
There it was in black and white. Her name: Hermione Jean Granger. Her birth date: September 19, 1979. Blood Status: Muggle Born. Ron felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of him. How could he have not checked the list earlier for her name? Ron swore silently. He would just have to teach her more defensive spells and put more enchantments around her flat.
"What's wrong?"
Ron turned to see Harry standing in the doorway of the filing room. He held up the parchment and said, "Hermione's on the list."
Harry looked surprised. "Oh. You know, I never considered how they put those lists together. It wasn't something we really had to worry about that year, you know?"
Ron nodded. "Yeah, I know. We had bigger problems then, didn't we?" He was smiling but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Before Harry could respond, however, he changed the subject. "So, is everyone assembled?"
"Ready and waiting for our orders," said Harry. He watched as Ron replaced the file in the drawer and turned to exit the small musty room. As Ron moved to walk past him, Harry put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry," he said, "she'll be fine. We'll get them."
"I know," Ron replied, the line of his jaw firmly set. "And Merlin help them when we do."
Hermione looked down at the ground at the broomstick lying at her feet before looking back at Ron. "It looks different than yours," she said. Ron's broomstick was sturdy with a place for a person's feet while the one that lay in front of Hermione looked like an ordinary broomstick.
Ron laughed. "Well, it is a little basic but it will do for today. Now, just get on it like this." Ron put himself on his broom and turned to watch as Hermione picked up hers and did the same. The day had become warm and Hermione had chosen to wear a pair of shorts and a tank. Ron felt his mouth go dry as she clenched the wood between her legs. He hadn't counted on teaching her to fly being so erotic.
Ron cleared his throat and said, "Good. Now just kick off the ground like this."
Hermione watched as Ron used his feet to push off and began to hover. She nodded and did the same as Ron. To her great surprise, she felt herself start to rise on the broom and immediately squealed.
"Sorry," she said, her face flushing from both embarrassment and the exertion of keeping herself upright on the broom. "I didn't think I would get it on the first try."
Ron laughed, "Are you kidding? After all that spell work last week I would be surprised if you didn't get it on the first try! Now, just raise the front of the broom to go higher, like this."
Hermione watched as Ron shot another ten feet up in the air before dropping back down to her level. He watched as Hermione grasped the broomstick in her hands and pulled up on it somewhat jerkily. She yelled outright as the broom did a slight roll. Ron reached out and grabbed the end of it, pulling her a little closer to him.
"Easy now," he said. "You just have to be a little smoother. Got your balance back?"
Hermione nodded. She could feel beads of sweat pop on her forehead. This wasn't nearly as much fun as she thought it would be but she could sense Ron's excitement in teaching her and she didn't want to disappoint him. She felt like she was a sweaty mess and she knew her hair was probably growing by the moment. She stole a quick glance over to Ron who looked cool and collected which only served to frustrate her more.
"Now what?" she asked. She could felt blisters forming on her palms from gripping the stick so tightly.
Ron could see Hermione's brow creased in concentration. "Don't worry, you're doing fine! To propel yourself, lean forward and clench the broom stick gently. If you want to turn, keep the stick level and move it in the direction you want to go. Watch."
They were only about five feet above the ground and Hermione watched as Ron flew from the center of the pitch to where the golden rings stood. When he had come for her this afternoon, he said they would go back to the Quidditch pitch he had played on the night before. He said no games were scheduled until that evening and they should have the space themselves. Hermione couldn't help but smile at him as he waved to her from the rings. He had seemed a little tense when he arrived at her flat. She knew that he had gone into work and had assumed that the case he had was not going the way he had wanted it to. Since they had arrived here, however, the tension seemed to leave him. She could sense how much he loved being on his broomstick and his excitement was contagious. He was wearing a pair of shorts as well with a Unicorns t-shirt. Hermione's smile widened as he flew back to her pulling up short besides her.
"Why don't you try?" he said. Hermione's heart did a little flip as he smiled at her. She nodded to him and leaned forward slightly, clenching the broomstick. Sure enough, she moved forward. She tried to maintain her balance as she flew, wobbling slightly. Hermione heard Ron cheer behind her and it made her more confident. As she drew nearer to the golden rings, however, she realized that Ron had left out one crucial detail: how to stop. Panic began to overtake her and she swerved on the broom, just narrowly missing one of the rings. Somewhere behind her she could hear Ron shout "Pull up!" Hermione looked ahead to see the stadium wall: she was heading straight for it. Ron shouted again to her and finally Hermione pulled up on her broomstick but did it so sharply it had rolled, causing her to hang upside down. Her hands were slick with sweat from gripping the stick so tightly and she felt herself lose her grasp as the broom rolled one more time as she went crashing to the ground.
Ron watched in horror as Hermione flipped over and fell. He hadn't been able to get his wand out fast enough to prevent her from hitting the ground with a hard thud. He raced over to where she lay, jumping off his broomstick and casting it aside. He felt a moment's panic at the sight of her closed eyes. He knelt on the ground beside her, smoothing a curl from her forehead and saying, "Hermione! Are you alright?"
"That was absolutely mortifying," she said, her eyes still closed. When she opened them, Ron was above her, his face wearing an expression of concern, his bright blue eyes searching her face and body for signs of injury.
"No," he said. "That was bad teaching on my part. I didn't tell you how to stop! I am such a bloody idiot!"
Hermione sat up gingerly wincing a little as she did. Ron couldn't help but smile; she had bits of grass and leaves in her hair and he reached over to pluck them out.
Hermione flushed at his gesture. "Are you alright? Anything hurt?" he asked.
She tested out her arms and shook her head. "Nothing hurt except my ego," she replied with a smile.
Ron stood and held his hand out to her, helping her onto her feet. "You really aren't enjoying this, are you?" he asked.
"Let's just say that flying on broomsticks was one of those wizarding things that I was hoping was just in fairy tales," she replied with a smirk. "You make it look so easy, though, and like so much fun. It just doesn't feel that natural to me."
"Maybe we are going about it the wrong way," Ron said. "How 'bout we put your broomstick away and I'll take you for a ride on mine?"
Hermione smiled widely, "That sounds like a perfect plan."
Ron held out his hand to her and they walked towards the small shed that held the practice equipment and stowed away the broomstick she had been using. He got on his broomstick, Hermione climbing on behind him. Ron smiled as he felt her arms go around him pulling her body closer to his.
He said over his shoulder, "Ready?"
"Ready," she said. Her mouth was close to his ear and he felt a jolt of desire shoot through him. He could feel her breasts pushing up against his back, her hands splayed across his stomach. All he wanted to do was turn her around and snog her madly.
Putting aside his thoughts, Ron kicked off the ground and shot up into the sky. He used is wand to cast an Invisibility Charm around them before heading away from the Quidditch pitch. He tried to go at a slow pace knowing that Hermione was a little uncomfortable. As he flew though, he felt her grasp him tighter and he smiled.
Hermione buried her face in Ron's back, relishing the feeling of being so close to him. She listened as he flew and pointed out various landmarks to her. They weren't too high but Ron was flying fast and it excited her. After a little bit, Ron started to head back to the Quidditch pitch, putting them both down gently. He could still feel Hermione's hands grasping his t-shirt and he laughed.
"I think it's safe to let go now," he said as she released him. He felt her get off the stick and he did likewise, turning to look at her. "How was that? Not too bad I hope?"
"It was wonderful," said Hermione and she meant it. She didn't think she had a future on a broomstick but wouldn't pass down an opportunity to fly with Ron again. Her body was humming from the close contact with him and she was aching to for him to take her in his arms.
Ron grinned at her. Her face was slightly flushed and a smattering of freckles had appeared on her nose from being in the sun. Her hair was fighting the tie she had bound it back in. He could feel his smile fade though as he looked into her brown eyes and saw the look of longing there. She broke eye contact with him first, looking down at the ground before looking up at him once again, biting her lower lip.
Ron pulled her to him and kissed her, his lips moving eagerly over hers. Hermione threaded her hands through his hair urging him to come closer and she felt the broomstick he was holding drop to the ground between them as he wrapped his arms around her. She opened her mouth under his as he explored it with his tongue and he almost came undone when he heard her moan softly.
"OI! Get a room you two!"
They both jumped as they saw a few Quidditch players emerge from the locker rooms. Apparently, their time on the pitch was over.
"Let me just store this in my locker," said Ron as he picked up his broomstick. "We can walk into the village for an ice cream."
Hermione followed him down to the locker rooms and waited as he went in, emerging only a minute later. Ron smiled down at her as he led her into the village and to a small ice cream shop. They both settled on chocolate cones and sat outside on a bench enjoying the sunny afternoon. Ron stole several glances over at Hermione as she licked her cone. He started to feel his shorts grow uncomfortably tight and his face start to flush. Thankfully she finished it quickly, stretching out her legs and throwing her hands behind her head, turning her face up to the sun.
"You could almost feel summer coming on day like this," she said, her eyes closed. Ron watched her, letting his eyes skim over every inch of her body. Her shorts had ridden up slightly exposing her thighs and he could see the swell of her breasts at the edge of her tank top. Ron was glad her eyes were closed so she wouldn't see the look of lust that had come across his face. It was more than just lust, he thought. He looked forward to seeing her and talking to her, to listening about her day and telling her about his. Ron realized she had said something to him and said, "I'm sorry, what?"
Hermione sat up and moved closer to him, a gleam in her eye, and said, "Are you saving that for later?" She used her index finger to wipe a drop of chocolate ice cream from the corner of his mouth. He thought the rest of his cone would melt as he watched her lick the drop from her finger. Before he could respond, she leaned forward brushing her lips against his, her tongue tracing the outline of his lips.
"You taste delicious," she whispered against his mouth and then Ron did drop the rest of his unfinished cone on the ground.
"Nice going Weasley!"
Ron turned around to see Flaherty coming up the street towards them. He stopped extending his hand out toward Hermione. "I saw you two walking past the pub before and just wanted to apologize for that scene last night. I had banned that guy from coming in but his friends must have snuck him in through the back door."
Hermione took his hand and shook it. "It really wasn't a problem. Everything turned out fine."
Flaherty looked a little sheepish and said, "Yeah it did but it might not have. I wouldn't want any of the players to feel like they couldn't bring their girlfriends to my place after a game. Well, anyway, I should get back to the pub. See you on Friday!"
They sat and watched as he made his way back down the street and into the Rocking Unicorn. Ron looked at Hermione. She hadn't corrected Flaherty when he used the term "girlfriend." Did she like hearing it? Only one way to find out, Ron thought.
"You know," he began, "Flaherty rules over the team with an iron fist. Usually whatever he says goes so, since he said you're my girlfriend, I guess you are going to have to be." He smiled at her but felt his insides flip flop as he waited for her reaction.
Hermione looked at him with a seriousness that didn't reach her twinkling eyes. "Well then if Flaherty says so I guess it is already settled." She leaned over and kissed him sweetly before standing and saying, "You ruined your cone!"
Ron watched as she bent to retrieve it and throw it out. As she walked away from him, he saw it: a long gash down the side of her thigh. He jumped to his feet and said, "Hermione! You have a cut!"
Hermione looked down to her leg. She hadn't felt it before but now that she saw it, she felt a little queasy. "It must have happened when I feel off my broomstick," she said. "Do you think I should go to the hospital?"
"No," Ron chuckled. "I have something at my place to take care of it. C'mon, let's go." He grasped her hand and they walked in between two buildings where he Disapparated them back to his flat. It felt cool after the warmth of the sun and Hermione shivered slightly although she thought it had more to do with being alone with Ron then the sudden drop in temperature.
She followed Ron into his bedroom and through the door to his bathroom. He was rummaging under the sink until he found a small bottle labeled "Essence of Dittany" and a few gauze pads. Hermione sat down on the toilet, trying not to look at the gash. She wasn't usually "girly" about things like this but she couldn't take the sight of her own blood. Anyone else's blood: fine. Her own: not good.
Ron saw that she had paled considerably and felt horrible for not seeing the cut earlier. He knelt before her, putting some of the dittany on his fingers and began to rub it into the wound. Hermione jumped and he said, "Sorry. It's a little cold at first."
She looked down and watched as the wound slowly started to disappear under Ron's fingers. His touch was so gentle but she could feel the roughness of the skin of his fingers working on the softness of her thigh. Her face began to flush and she could feel desire start to build within her. An image of his hands moving even further up her shorts flashed before her eyes and she almost moaned.
Ron could see that the cut had vanished but her skin felt incredible under his fingertips. He looked up at her to see her gazing down at him, her lips slightly parted and a beautiful flush working its way up her chest and to her face. He noticed how she was breathing quickly, her breasts rising and falling. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, licking her lips. Ron stood and pulled her against him, crushing his mouth against hers. Every sensual moment from that day flooded Ron's brain: Hermione mounting the broomstick, her body pressed up against his as he flew, her tongue licking an ice cream cone. His hands moved down her back to her bottom and he pulled her against him, groaning as she rubbed against him.
Ron's mouth was everywhere: her lips, her neck, behind her ears. The feeling of him pressed so intimately against her was driving Hermione mad. He had lifted her slightly and was walking. She gasped as they tumbled onto his bed but his mouth covered hers again. He still tasted like chocolate and Hermione sucked on his tongue, hearing a low growl emit from him. Ron's hands went to the bottom of her tank top and she raised her arms so he could pull it off of her. He pushed her back further onto the bed so she was in the middle, her hair fanned out on his pillows. Hermione pulled his shirt off as well, sucking in her breath as she let her eyes roam up and down his naked torso.
"I want you so bad Hermione," he whispered as his lips peppered her neck with kisses. His hands were moving over her breasts and she cried out as he rolled their hardened tips between his thumb and forefinger. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider as he settled between them, his fingers moving to the buttons of her shorts and pulling them off in one swift movement. Ron looked down at her, clad in only a light blue lace bra and matching knickers. He thought she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen and told her.
Hermione blushed at his words and wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her again. She could feel his hands move around her back making short work of the hooks of her bra. She sighed as she felt her breasts press against his hard chest and she moved her hands down from his shoulders and arms to his stomach. She pulled on the waistband until both his shorts and boxers were off of him. At the same time, she could feel his hand skirt the outside of her knickers and she pressed her hips up into his palm. Ron used a choice curse word as he felt how damp the cotton was and he pulled himself off of her. He put his hands on her hips, moving her knickers down slowly until they were off and she lay naked under him.
"Merlin, you're beautiful," he said and moved his mouth over hers. He let his tongue slide down her neck to her chest, swirling around the tip of each breast, taking his time to suck on each one. She moaned his name, arching herself even further into his mouth. Ron let his hand move down her stomach to the apex between her legs, his fingers skimming the tender skin of her inner thigh. He brushed against her wet center, teasing the opening before he finally slid his finger inside of her. Hermione bucked her hips against him. She was overwhelmed with the sensation of her breasts in his mouth and his fingers inside of her but she needed more of him as well. She moved her hand down to grasp his hard, hot length and was rewarded with a groan against her breasts.
Hermione let her thumb rub against the small opening at the top, feeling a small amount of liquid escape. She stroked his length, her hand becoming slick with the fluid that was coming from him. She opened her eyes to see the look of ecstasy on his face as she touched him and knew that she looked the same as he continued his finger play on her. Ron fell onto his side next to her and Hermione leaned over to kiss his chest moving her hand to push him onto his back. She kept a firm grip on him as she moved her mouth to his neck, sucking the spot just behind his ear. Ron murmured her name and Hermione moved her lips onto his, teasing his tongue with her own before continuing her journey down his body. Ron watched as her tongue dragged down his stomach, her hands pressing against his hard chest. Before she could go any further, he pulled her up to him and flipped her over.
He leaned forward and kissed her again, sucking and biting on her lower lip before he continued his way down her body, imitating what she had just done to him. Hermione's eyes flew open as she watched him descend, gently spreading her legs even further until his mouth hovered over the spot where her desire was stemming from. She practically screamed as he she felt his tongue lick her, teasing the bundle of nerves that were throbbing. Hermione writhed under him as he withdrew, pursing his lips together and lightly blowing. His finger was moving within her again and he looked up her body, turned on by the sight of her arching her hips pushing him even further to his mouth. Her eyes opened suddenly and she looked down at him, whimpering, "I need you, please!"
Not wanting to torture her anymore, Ron descended his mouth hungrily on the spot he had been teasing, licking and sucking on it until he could feel her clench around his finger. As she rode the wave of her climax, he kept moving his finger within her and said, "Hermione, I should get" but she waved him off replying, "It's alright. I mean, I have that part covered." He nodded and slid his length inside of her. He bent down to her face, kissing her gently as he began to move slowly. She felt incredible and he wanted to last as long as he could. Her velvety warmth totally encased him. She whispered his name as he built a steadier rhythm, feeling her hips rise to meet his every stroke.
Hermione had never experienced something as powerful as what she had just experienced with Ron. Her body felt high and she thought she would die with pleasure when he finally entered her. They fit perfectly together, as if they were made for one another and she had a fleeting thought as to whether or not they had been. His blue eyes were gazing down into hers and she was overcome with the emotion that she saw there. There was something about the way that he looked at her that made Hermione feel safe and protected. He threaded his hands through her own as he moved and she felt a deep need within her build again with every stroke he made.
Ron began to move faster as Hermione's fingers dug into his shoulders and scraped down his back. Her breasts shook with each thrust, their tips looking up at him invitingly and he took each one in his mouth again, this time biting down gently. Hermione moaned his name and he felt himself grow even harder within her knowing that he had awoken the passionate creature inside of her. He came undone as she said, "Harder" and he obliged pumping himself just a few more times before finally spilling himself into her, shuddering with the strength of his release.
He collapsed on the bed next to her lying on his back and pulling her against him. She nestled her head on his chest and he let his hands wander through her hair as their breathing started to return to normal. Hermione's hand was on his chest and she could feel his heart pounding under her fingers and knew that hers was beating just as fast.
Finally Ron was able to manage speech although very poorly. "Hermione, that was just, I mean can't even begin to, it was just—"
Hermione smiled. "It was wasn't it?" She felt a delicious warmth spread through her body as she lay in Ron's arms. She had never felt so satisfied before by a lover. She knew, thought, that it was more than just physical attraction she felt for Ron. Although she had only known him for a short time, she knew that she was falling in love with him. Being with him was as natural as breathing and she had begun to wonder what life was like before she had met him.
Ron was enjoying the feeling of her hair tickling his nose and her hand making light circles across his chest. "I have a confession to make," he said, turning on his side so he could look at her.
"Yes?" she asked, her eyebrows arched.
"Well, do you remember how I was on that stakeout by your school?" he asked.
Hermione nodded and then leaned over to kiss his nose just because she felt like it. "I remember," she said. She let her hand trail up his arm to his shoulder and then back down again.
Ron swallowed hard, Hermione's light touches already having a physical affect on him. "I saw you," he said. "In the coffee shop."
Hermione pulled back from him slightly. "The coffee shop?"
Ron smiled. "Yeah. Just three times. I was fascinated by you and the way you would sit in the window and read a book or some of your papers. But I became downright intrigued when I saw you whip out your wand to clean coffee off of your blouse!"
Hermione gasped. "You saw that!"
Ron nodded. "I did. I almost followed you to school that day but the suspect, the same man who knocked you over the next day, went in the opposite direction."
Hermione gasped. "I saw you too! When I stepped out of the alley, I saw you go down the street. I thought you looked familiar and I wracked my brain all day trying to figure out how I knew you! Even when you helped me up the next day I still hadn't figured out who you were."
Ron smiled at her. Again he thought how wonderful it was to be with someone who didn't know everything about him. He reached out and stroked her hair, twirling one of her curls around his finger. "I would sit on that bench and wonder what it would feel like to do this," he said as he fingered one her locks. "It's better than I thought. I love your hair," he murmured, leaning forward and kissing her softly. What was even more fantastic was the sight of her beneath him, her curls spread out on his pillows; that image would be burned in his mind for a long time to come.
Hermione blushed slightly which was ridiculous considering the intimacy of the act they had just performed. "I've always hated it," she murmured as he moved his mouth to the soft spot behind her ear, causing her to moan lightly. He pulled her closer to him and she arched against him, giving him better access the spot he was kissing. Hermione let her hands run down his back, feeling the strong muscles and kneading them slightly. Her legs instinctively wrapped against his waist.
Ron was enjoying the taste of her when it happened: his stomach emitted a rather large and rude growl. Hermione laughed and looked at him. "It has been a while since that ice cream cone, hasn't it?" she asked.
Ron sighed. "Yes, it has. C'mon, I'll make us something to eat." With much regret he stood, pulling on his boxer shorts. He watched as Hermione rose from the bed and fought the urge to pounce on her naked body. She bent down and retrieved his Unicorns shirt, sliding it over her head and pulling it over her hips. Bloody hell, he thought, he would never be able to wear that shirt again without picturing her in it. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of his room and to the living room, heading into the kitchen.
Hermione settled herself on a stool at the counter in his kitchen and watched as Ron started to pull items from his fridge. "Do you like linguine carbonara?" he asked.
"Sounds delicious," she said. "Do you cook often?"
"Yeah," he said. "My mum is the best cook in the world and I picked up a few tips from her. I have a housekeeper who does the cleaning and laundry but I cook my own meals unless I am at work really late."
Hermione thought of the stack of take away menus in her kitchen drawer. She wasn't much of a cook although it was something she always said she was going to try to improve upon. Ron was putting a large pot of water to boil and she watched as he took out a fry pan, using his wand to heat it then laying in a few pieces of bacon. He turned to her and smiled. "This is one of my favorite dishes. It's like bacon and eggs over pasta. And it's really quick to make."
"Sounds delicious," Hermione said. Truth be told, he could served up mud pies and she would have enjoyed it. Watching him in the kitchen was becoming a bit of a turn on. His back was to her as he worked over the stove and she watched as his boxer shorts slipped a little down his hips, exposing his bottom a bit. Her face scrunched up in disappointment as he hitched them up. He was making a salad and turned with a grape tomato in between his fingers. "Want one?" he asked, as he popped one in his own mouth.
Hermione nodded, leaning over the counter to reach for it but he shook his head. "Open up."
Hermione felt desire course through her as she obliged and he put the small fruit into her mouth, his fingers lingering on her lips. She bit down as the fruit burst into her mouth. "Mmm," she said, "delicious."
Ron felt the blood rush below his waist and turned around to the stove before he burned their dinner. "There is some wine and glasses on a rack by the dining room table," he said over his shoulder. "Let's eat by the fireplace."
Hermione jumped off the stool and went to retrieve the wine. She brought them out to the living room where a small coffee table and two armchairs were set before the fireplace. As she turned, she saw the bowl of salad levitating towards her and smiled as it landed on the table. Ron emerged next carrying the pasta.
"Is it alright to sit here?" Hermione asked. "No one will make an appearance?" She was thinking of Harry popping out of the flames the last time she was there.
"No," said Ron, waving his wand to start a small fire. "I shut down the Floo Network for the night." No one was going to interrupt them this evening, he thought. He didn't care if Strauss and the whole Ministry showed up at his door, there was no way he was leaving Hermione tonight.
They sat on the floor, enjoying the meal Ron had prepared. He had made a big impression with his cooking skills on Hermione and she told him so. They had pushed back the table and were leaning against it finishing their wine. Hermione had her head on Ron's shoulder as they watched the flames leap and dance in the fireplace. His arm was around her shoulder and he let his hand wander up and down her bare arm. The combination of the wine and his touch was making Hermione's body hum with desire once more.
"You'll stay tonight?" he whispered into her ear.
"If you want me to," she replied, looking up at him. She shifted slightly so she could kiss him, tasting the wine on his lips. When she withdrew, she saw the desire in his eyes. Ron put his empty glass on the table as with Hermione's. He threaded his hands through her hair, pulling her close for another kiss that deepened quickly as his tongue entered her mouth. He heard her moan against him and felt her hands on his bare chest, pushing him down gently onto the carpet.
Hermione laid on top of Ron, breaking their kiss to move her mouth down his throat and chest. As her mouth moved lower she could feel his abs tighten in anticipation and she smiled against his stomach. Hermione let one of her hands drift down to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them off to expose his already hard length. She heard Ron moan as she wrapped her hand around him and stroked him firmly. Ron opened his eyes as he felt her release him. She was looking at him intently as she lifted the bottom of the t-shirt over her head so she was completely nude in-between his legs.
Hermione became even more aroused at the sight of Ron naked before her. He truly was magnificent. She had never wanted someone or something so badly in her life. She bent down, her eyes never leaving his, and touched her tongue to his throbbing tip. Her face flushed as she heard him curse and she looked up at him to see his eyes on her. With one hand at his base, she licked him up and down, swirling her tongue at his tip again. Ron had a vision of her eating her ice cream cone earlier and almost came unhinged. Before he could pull her up, however, Hermione moved up and lowered herself gently on top of him, a small hiss escaping from her lips. "You feel so good," she murmured as she moved herself slowly up and down him.
Ron grabbed her hips, pulling her even further down on top of him causing Hermione to moan as he filled her completely. She bent over to kiss him, plunging her tongue in and out of his mouth mimicking the movement of their lower halves. Ron caught her bottom lip between his teeth and bit it gently, earning another moan from her. She placed her hands on his chest, pushing herself up as his hips rocked underneath her. Ron could make out beads of sweat in the valley between her breasts and he sat up, going even deeper into her. Hermione put her hands on either side of Ron's legs as he licked the droplets of sweat before taking the hardened tip of one breast and then the other into his mouth. Hermione pushed him back down again as she grinded into him, the spot between her folds rubbing against him as she moved up and down his hard length, increasing her speed. Ron met each downward thrust with an upward one of his own, the force of their movements causing Hermione's breasts to bounce in the most delightful of ways.
"Oh Ron," she moaned, "That's it, that's it!"
He could feel her muscles tighten around him as she went over the edge and he thrust into her several more times before he joined her, groaning her name. She collapsed on top of him, her head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart. Her eyes began to feel droopy and she felt Ron move, gasping in surprise as he stood suddenly, her body secure in his arms.
"Let's not fall asleep out here," he said. He wanted to have her in his bed, like he had the night before, tucked firmly against him. He walked the few steps into his bedroom and gently laid her down, sliding in next to her. He pulled the sheets and blanket over them, pulling her into his arms and kissing her gently. Her heart was pounding with the unchecked emotion she was feeling and she opened her eyes to look at him.
Hermione's brown eyes widened as she looked into his blue ones, seeing the tenderness that lie within them. Could he be feeling it too, she thought.
As if he had heard her thoughts he brushed his lips against her and murmured, "I'm falling for you Hermione." He couldn't believe he had just said that but it was the truth.
Hermione could feel him tense. She knew he had said more than he wanted to and she sought to put his mind at ease. She pulled back so she could look him in the eyes. "I'm falling for you too," was her simple response.
Ron kissed her again, sweet and slow, enjoying the taste of her mouth. Hermione wrapped herself into him leaving no space between their bodies. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the cool darkness of the room, their desire for one another sated , for now, but they fell asleep like that, their minds full of the possibilities of the what was to come.
**Home for the summer and hoping to post more often!**
