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A/N: Thanks to ObsessedRHShipper, who is beta-ing this story.

Chapter Ten

Enjoying the Weekend Getaway

Hermione woke up a few hours later to the smell of french toast and quickly got dressed to join the others for breakfast. She was sure things would still be awkward between her and the others, but she couldn't have been more wrong. Harry and Ginny actually seemed to be in a pretty good mood as they were able to have a pleasant conversation about all kind of things. They had even decided that they should all go hiking together where they would have a picnic lunch, and then go their separate ways for the rest of the day.

Hermione walked next to Ginny for most of the hike. Even though the other girl was much more athletic than she, Ginny seemed to be okay with going at a more leisurely pace. As for the boys, they seemed to want to run practically the whole way. She found Ginny to be very engaging and easy to talk to. She didn't really understand why, seeing as Ginny and she were quite different in most things, but there was just something about the younger girl's energy that she liked. After lunch, Harry and Ginny went down one path and Ron and Hermione went down another.

"So … are you happy you came here?" Ron asked smiling. He knew that things weren't perfect with Hermione, but when he was with her like this, he felt like it was.

"Yeah … I think I am," Hermione smiled looking at the beautiful green scenery around her. "I really like your sister by the way. She's nice."

"Yeah, she is to you and to anyone that's not her brother," Ron chuckled.

"She seems to be nice to you, too," Hermione said.

"Of course she is now. She's behaving herself," Ron said seriously. "You should see what she does to me when she's angry. Of course, most of the time I'm a jerk to her too, but that's just me."

"It must be nice," Hermione smiled. "I always wondered what it was like having siblings or even just one. It was always quiet in my house, not that I didn't like that; but still, I thought having a little brother or sister would have been nice."

"You never wanted an older sibling?" Ron questioned. He was smiling at the fact that she was sharing her feelings with him like this.

"I probably would have liked that too," Hermione admitted. "But whenever I thought about having a sibling, they always would have been younger. They would come to me for advice …"

"You really have no idea what it is to be an older sister, do you?" Ron laughed at that. "It's more than just advice you know …"

"Have much experience at being an older sister, do you?" Hermione questioned, making a face at him.

Ron chuckled at that, "Nope. I'm just an older and younger brother."

"And you're close to your family," Hermione stated. "You see them every weekend, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do," Ron smiled. "After what happened … Well, family is everything."

"I don't get to see my parents that often," Hermione sighed. "As you know, I work a lot and so do they, but I do talk to my mum at least once a week and go home every few months. I'm sure that sounds strange to you."

"Are you kidding? It sounds normal. I know most people don't spend every Sunday at their parents," Ron chuckled. "But I wouldn't change anything."

"Ron, I don't really feel like hiking anymore," Hermione said a little while later as they found themselves by a nice stream and an open area where they could sit down.

"Okay," Ron smiled at her and conjured a blanket they could sit on. When she sat next to him, she pushed him down so she could lie on his chest.

"I don't think I've been outside like this, since I went camping with my parents when I was a teenager," Hermione sighed. "I sort of forgot how beautiful it could be."

"That's kind of sad if you ask me," Ron sighed. "Not being outside for so many years."

"You're probably right. It is sad, but I'm here now," Hermione smiled. He leaned down to kiss her and they stayed like that for a long time before she pulled away from him and said, "You know, if this is all that we're going to do, we might as well have stayed inside."

Ron just smiled at her. He began looking back up at the canopy of trees that were shading them, listening to the stream, and thinking about time just stopping and letting this moment last forever.

Still, that didn't mean he wasn't happy when he felt her hand on the button of his pants. She was slowly undoing it and then unzipping his pants even more slowly. He didn't say anything as he sucked in his breath. She moved her hand slowly back up his body, pressing gently against him as she did so, causing him to start to breath raggedly as she reached the lining of his boxers, playing with the hair that trailed up to his belly. She didn't seemed to be in any hurry, but that didn't stop him from being turned on by her slow ministrations. It still amazed him how much her simple touches affected him.

Once her hand got to his belly button, her hand reversed course and headed back towards his boxers. This time, instead of stopping at them, she slipped her hand under them, moving her hand slowly, and yet firmly up his shaft. She stopped when she reached the tip of his cock and then ran her thumb roughly over the head causing Ron to let go of the groan that he was holding in.

"Hmm … oh Merlin," Ron choked out as she started to pump her hand a little faster and harder. His hand was now moving to her pants, so that he could tease her like she was doing to him. Instead of opening her jeans though, he just forced his hand down her pants and knickers and found the bundle of nerves which caused Hermione to moan immediately and to his disapproval release his cock all together. "What …?"

"Shh …," she said before he could ask any questions. She placed her hands on either side of his hips and started to pull his pants and boxers down. "I just need more room to get at you."

Ron smiled at this. He took his own hand out of her knickers, and undid her pants, as he tried to wiggle out of his own jeans. It was rather difficult but soon they were both jeanless, Hermione's hands were back on his cock stroking him expertly as his hand reached her core and sunk deep inside her. They quickly worked out a rhythm that matched the other, but it didn't seem to be enough for either of them.

"Ron, please," she groaned as she dropped his cock and widened her legs. He immediately dropped his own hands, taking in the view of her opened up for him. He positioned himself over her as he leaned down kissing her passionately and entered her roughly. Her ankles dug into his back pulling him more firmly into her. "MERLIN … that's it … right there …!"

He wasn't going to last long. Using her hands, she had brought him so close to the edge, and now she was clutching so tightly against his cock that it almost ached. He pushed in powerful strokes, causing her to reach her climax just as he did.

"I thought you wanted to look at the scenery," Ron said. He was still on top of her, and kissed her neck softly before he rolled over bringing her with him.

"I did, but it seems I just can't keep my hands off of you," Hermione chuckled.

"You have no idea how much I like hearing that," Ron chuckled too.

"So what else are we planning on doing today?" Hermione asked after a short pause sitting up to retrieve her clothing, handing Ron his.

"I'm not sure … I don't have anything planned, but I supposed we could eat with Harry and Gin again if you want," Ron shrugged, putting on his pants.

"That would be nice," Hermione smiled at him. "But I've got to go home afterwards; some people have to work tomorrow."

"I know," Ron sighed. "Am I allowed to come home with you?"

"I was hoping that you would," Hermione smiled at him. "But we really ought to be heading back. It's started to get late and I don't want to be hiking through the woods at night."

"We've got hours before it gets dark," Ron rolled his eyes. "But you're right, we should get going."

They walked back to the cabin. The hike back took longer than it should have, because Ron kept pulling her close to him so that he could kiss her; it was something she enjoyed very much. When they told the others about wanting to go out again, the other couple seemed to be all for the idea. They enjoyed another nice dinner. This time there was no uncomfortable conversation, so it was a much better night all things considered. Hermione said good night to the others at the fireplace. She was happy that she got to know them and wondered if she was ever going to see them again.

"Well, that was nice," Ron said wrapping his arm around her as they walked into his living room from his fireplace that had been connected to Harry's cabin. He started to kiss down her neck. The dress that she was wearing tonight was just as amazing as the one that she was wearing the other night.

"Wait," Hermione said pulling away from him. "This time I'm not going to let you talk me out of this."

"What?" Ron said looking at her confused.

"I've got something special to show you," Hermione said biting her lip.

Ron groaned at the look she gave him and the fact that her hair was already messy after the kiss they just shared. "Mione, you don't need anything special when you're wearing a sexy dress like that."

Hermione smirked at that before shaking her head. "But I've never worn sexy lingerie before," she added with a pout and he looked at her incredulously. "What! I've never been with a guy like this before…"

Her defense drove Ron wild, and he closed the gap between them as he crashed their lips together in a searing kiss. When he pulled away from her reluctantly, she looked like she had forgotten what they were talking about. "You better hurry and get changed, because I don't have much control over myself."

"Make yourself comfortable in your room," Hermione told him as she walked over to bathroom to get changed. Ron did as he was told. Unsure of what he was supposed to do, he stripped until he was only wearing his boxers and waited for her. It was awhile later that she walked out wearing a dark red silk thing that her breasts seemed to be nearly bursting out of. He had seen her naked many times, so he was surprised that seeing her like this was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"So … what do you think?" Hermione asked, looking at him nervously.

"Arwa …" Ron said gulping and trying to form the proper word, but it seemed that she didn't need him to. His wordless dribble seemed to show what he thought about it. However, as she walked over to him, he realized why this was so much better than just seeing her naked … because he knew that he was the only one that had ever seen her like this. He might not have been the first person that she had ever been with and nor was she his, but knowing that she had never been with a guy like this before brought a smile to his face.

It was made better by the fact that he was the only one that had ever seen her in this red silky number that made her legs seem like they were miles long. He was the only one that had ever untied the lacy bow that was at the middle of her chest with his teeth as she arched her back into him. He loved knowing that she wanted to be this intimate with him and hoped that this meant that one day she would admit that she wanted more with him.