Game Over

Author's Note: Greetings friends! I won't say much because I think I've teased enough, yes? As always, my appreciation is infinite, and a simple thank you won't suffice, but I'm at a loss for words.

A quick warning, if you please - a tiny amount of smut ahead. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: oh, shut up already.

Chapter Ten: December 19th, 1998 Part Two

'Bye Mum, I'll see you tomorrow.'

Ron kissed his mother on the cheek, and then turned on the spot. With a crack, he landed in his bedroom at Grimmauld Place.

It had been a long day at the Burrow, helping around the house in preparation for the holidays. Harry had opted to spend the nights there now that Ginny was back, but Ron wanted to be alone to brood. As pleased as he was for his sister and best mate, he didn't care to be surrounded by the happy couple. Not when he was literally aching for Hermione.

He'd have a proper wank and then go to bed. He took off all of his clothes – no need for them with what he was planning on doing – and pulled back the curtains on his bed to reveal the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Hermione. His beautiful Hermione, naked and fast asleep on top of his blankets. For a moment, he could only stare. His eyes drank her in, reacquainting him with the magnificent curves of her body. He had to touch her; had to taste her. Gently, he climbed on to the bed and crawled over to her.

'Ron,' she moaned in her sleep, as her back slightly arched.

She's dreaming of me, Ron thought triumphantly, and his cock instantly hardened. He lowered his head to her breasts, inhaling her scent, and it was too much. He latched his lips on to her right nipple and sucked.

He couldn't help but moan as he licked and nipped at her breast. He'd almost forgotten how good she tasted. He began to suck again, this time on her left breast. And that's when he felt her hands pulling on his hair. Ron grunted with pleasure at the familiarity.

'Am I still dreaming?' she asked.

With great effort, Ron pulled away from her breasts and looked at her face. Her eyes were still closed. He placed his hands on either side of her face, pushing his legs between hers. Of their own volition, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist.

'Look at me,' he demanded.

And when she opened her eyes, Ron drove into her.

They cried out together in relief, finally together after almost four months of separation. The room was filled with the sound of their love-making as Ron drove into her over and over again. With great effort, Hermione rolled them over so that she rested on top of him, and moaned loudly as he filled her so deeply at this angle.

For a moment, she was still, enjoying the feeling of having him inside of her again. The feeling was indescribable. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Ron shift beneath her. She looked down at him as he roughly grabbed her hips.

'Hermione, please,' he begged.

She couldn't help but smirk at him.

'Tell me what you want, Ron,' she said sweetly.

'Fuck me, Hermione,' he demanded, and roughly pushed up his hips.

Hermione gasped and began to ride him with wild abandon, the sexual frustration of the past four months forcing her to lose control. Ron met her with every thrust, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew they'd never been this loud before. She briefly wondered if Ron had thought to cast a silencing charm upon finding her in his bed, but then decided she couldn't care less about anybody hearing them. They deserved this moment, inhibitions be damned.

Underneath her, Ron's hips began to jerk sporadically and Hermione knew he was close. Wanting to come with him, she began to rub her clit, her free hand braced on his chest for leverage. She heard Ron groan and looked down at him to see his gaze fixated on her hand as she touched herself.

'So fucking hot, Hermione. Touch yourself for me,' he panted.

One of his hands left her hips to pull at her nipples, and the combined sensations proved to be too much. She lifted herself one last time, and then pushed down hard, contracting wildly around his cock as he spilled himself into her. Exhausted and sweaty, she collapsed on top of him. Instantly, his arms wrapped around her and he rolled them over so that she was cradled to his chest. They didn't speak as they tried to catch their breath.

'Kiss me,' Ron said suddenly.

Startled, Hermione realised she and Ron still hadn't shared a kiss. She shifted and looked up at him.

'Instead of kissing each other hello, we fucked each other hello,' she said.

Ron's eyes gleamed at the sound of her cursing, and he sucked in his breath.

'I fucking love when you say stuff like that,' he said. 'Now kiss me, Hermione.'

Her lips found his, and she wasted no time being gentle. She was ready for another go, and wanted Ron to be as well.