A/N Does the E-surance car insurance remind anyone else of Tonks and Remus??

Chapter 14: Halloween

Ron walked quietly towards the recently vacated classroom, Hermione following him at a slight distance. He shut the door behind them and walked Hermione to one of the desks, lifting her up and sitting her on top of one. Ron stood between her knees, hands at her waist and took a deep, dramatic sigh.

"Mione, there's something I have to tell you," he said forlornly.

"You're not coming around the common room anymore."

"I'm not coming around the--wait, what?" Ron's head snapped up as he realized what she said. "How'd you know?"

"Honestly, Ronald," she huffed. "You took Ginny to talk to her and she came back looking kinda sad." Ron humphed at the "kinda" part. Hermione ignored him and continued. "And you and Draco are talking again and palling around. It was only a matter of time before you realized you couldn't hang out with Gryffindors anymore lest you risk your reputation."

Ron smiled. "Lest?"

"Shut up," she muttered. "Is that all? Because I have to--mmph!"

Ron pressed his lips against hers, using her open mouth as an opportunity to slip his tongue in and massage hers. He pulled her closer to him, and broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers.

"Bloody Know-It-All," he said softly. Hermione, her eyes still closed, laughed.

"If I had a Galleon for every time I heard that..."

"Then you'd be smart, sexy, and rich," Ron finished for her. Hermione blushed and buried her face in his neck.

"I'll miss being with you. I wish we could have had a last night together."

Yeah, instead of that last morning with Blaise

Ron ignored that thought and kissed Hermione again. "I'm sorry. Really. But its better this way."

Hermione nodded. They were quiet for a bit, just holding each other when Hermione's face brightened.

"Had a naughty thought, did you?" Ron asked when he saw her smile.

"Actually, I did," she replied without hesitation. Ron's mouth fell open.

"Whaaa? Right here?"

"What? No! I had the idea here, but we're not doing anything here, Ronald."

"Then what's your brilliant idea." He was getting annoyed at the frequent use of his full name.

"What are you doing for Halloween?"

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Ron let out a small, sad whimper as he passed the hustle and bustle of the Halloween Feast in the Great Hall. He caught a whiff of the mountain of Pumpkin Pasties, and like the cartoons, found himself following the scent. He shook his head, took a deep breath which smelled like licorice, and headed towards the room behind the nymphs. Hermione was waiting for him and he doubted she would appreciate it if he left her alone to spend some time with the Chocolate Frogs Draco promised to save for him. Even if they were warm and chocolately.

He took a deep breath and entered the room and his breath caught in his throat.

The room was bathed in moon and candle light, the fire's shadow licking the walls. The coffee table was enlarged and on it was every sweet Ron could imagine, including some he recognized as Muggle candy bars. The best thing the Muggles came up with, in his opinion. Next to the glass wall facing the Great Lake was a smaller table and if Ron's nose was right, which it always was, Hermione had prepared him a dinner of chicken and some kind of pasta dish. He smiled at Hermione who was standing near the fireplace, nervously biting her lip. Ron walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You did this for me?"

Hermione nodded. "Ginny told me how much you love the Halloween Feast. I didn't want you to resent me for making you miss it."

He kissed her lips lightly. "I could never resent you, although if I were, this would more than make up for it."

Hermione slapped his arm lightly before gesturing to the table. "Hungry?"

"Starved," Ron moaned. His grumbling stomach agreed.

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Hermione stared at Ron, slightly horrified as he popped a spearmint Ice Mice into his mouth, patting his stomach.

"Where does it all go?" she asked in wonder. It was the first thing she said all night ever since she was deemed speechless as she watched her boyfriend eat his entire dinner, some of hers and then proceed to attack the sweets on the table. She told the house elves that this was too much candy and there was no way they were going to even make a dent in the stack. An hour and a half later Hermione now understood why one house elf said, "Misses doesn't know Mister Wheezy!"

Ron smiled at the look Hermione gave him. It was reminiscent to that of his aunts and uncles when they came around to the Burrow. "It goes everywhere darling. And then Quidditch gets rid of it."

"Thank Merlin for Quidditch, then. You'd be a beach ball with a head otherwise."

His stomach groaned at the extra work it was doing. "What's a beach ball?"

"Never mind that. Just glad you enjoyed that dinner."

"Yeah, the house elves never fail."

Hermione blushed. "Actually, I made it."

Ron stared. "You cook? Ginny can't even boil water!"

"Yes, well," Hermione tried hard not to smile, "it's not that difficult is it? It's just like mixing potions."

"I hate Potions," Ron grumbled. "Snape's such an asshole."

"But he loves you! He always favors you and gives you top marks even when your potions are horrible."

Ron snorted. "No, he's only nice to me when you Gryffindors are around. Once you're out of the picture he lectures me on how I'm a disgrace to the Slytherins and the Sorting Hat threw me in that house because it was coming to the end of the list and too tired to make any sane decisions."

"My God," she said exasperated, "Snape will find anyone to pick on, won't he?"

"Yeah," Ron laughed, before letting out a big yawn. "Mmm, I'm tired. Think we should call it a night?"

He looked over at Hermione and felt his chest tighten at the look in her eyes. He'd seen that look before, and it usually led to an amazing experience. It was the look of desire and want.

"Do you really think I brought you up here just to watch you eat like an animal?"

"W-well, n-...animal?" Ron spluttered. He couldn't form any sentences let alone words, especially when Hermione stood up and slipped off her robe, revealing what she was wearing underneath.

How can somebody be so indecent when they're fully dressed?

Hermione had decided to don a pair of knee-high boots, a black skirt that stopped mid-thigh, and a tight, white top with a picture of a winking Jack-o-lantern. Ron stared at her top, hoping to find out if she was wearing a bra or not (Merlin, please let there be no bra) when the pumpkin winked at him, as if knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, he wasn't so tired anymore.

"What do you think?"

He looked up at Hermione biting her lip, looking at a point over his shoulder and not his eyes. He smiled and pulled her down onto his lap.

"Very festive," he said. Hermione giggled as he nuzzled her neck, pulling away to kiss him properly.

"But, if you're too tired, I can always let you go," she said as she pulled away a half a millimeter. Ron felt her smirk against his lips.

"You sure the Hat was right in putting you in Gryffindor and not in Slytherin?"

Hermione shifted so she was straddling his lap, her skirt hiking up her thighs. "You tell me," she purred. Ron groaned and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, lips smooshed against each other. Their tongues battled with each other for so long, that everything else around them disappeared. There was nothing but the hot body pressed up against them, the wet lips against their own, the sure hands making their way under their pants...

Ron's eyes snapped wide open as he felt the button on his pants pop open. "M-Mione," he panted, "what are you doing?"

She licked her lips, her eyes hooded with desire. "You're hard," she said matter-of-factly, lowering his zipper. Ron's erection gave a little jump, as her fingers brushed against him.

"You think?" he gasped. Hermione laughed, running her fingers firmly over the bump.

"It's so hot," she whispered, the heat emanating from him in waves.

"If you think that's hot, wait til you see it without the boxers." Hermione gave him a squeeze, making him cry out and throw his head back.

"Fuck Mione!" He swatted her hands away, and whimpered when Hermione's lips clamped on his neck. Just as he was calming down and enjoying the feel of her teeth marking him, he felt her hands make their way back to his member. "Mione, what are you...?"

She looked up at him with shy, yet determined eyes. "I want to Ron. Please?"

Not fair! His mind screamed. How the fuck are you supposed to say no to that?!

Turns out he couldn't, because he found himself nodding, and leaning against the back of the couch, holding Hermione's body still. He didn't need her wriggling body giving him more stimulation. He watched as her tiny fingers fumbled with his clothing, trying to pull him out, but she couldn't seem to manage it. He tried to help and was rewarded with a slap on the hand.

"Lemme do it," she mumbled. He could tell the frustration was getting to her, and rubbed her thighs to calm her down.

"Take your time, Mione, I'm enjoying the view."

"What view?" she huffed, blowing some hair out of her face. She was too nervous and her hands kept shaking. Either that, or the reason she couldn't pull him out was because of some sort of Chastity Charm. She snorted at the thought and looked up at him, noticing his dazed expression. "What are you...Oh!"

Hermione's skirt had moved so far up, that her orange panties were peaking out, and from Ron's laid back position, he had the perfect view of her slightly damp panties. "And I thought I was the only one enjoying this."

She blushed and went back to trying to free him. "Shut u---," she ended her reprimand with a hiss as Ron's fingers pressed against her. "R-ron! Don't, I can't concentra--aaate!" She let out a soft cry as his fingers found her button and pinched her lightly.

"Turnabout is fair play, Hermione."

He circled her clit a few times and looked up when Hermione huffed in annoyance and just slipped her cool hands inside his clothes and grasped his pulsating member. It was his turn to hiss, instinctively pushing against her tiny hand. He heard Hermione laugh and opened his eyes in time to see her smirk. A smirk! Oh, he'd show her...if she just stopped those delicate fingers for a second so he can focus.

Ron pushed his thumb against her, smiling at the sound of her breath hitching. His skilled fingers then pushed aside the thin, damp fabric covering her, and his skin made contact with her hot center.

"God damn Mione," he groaned, moving his fingers against the slick entrance. Hermione gasped and gripped his member tightly.

"Oh, God," she gasped. Ron loosened her grip on him with one hand, and stroked her with the other.

"The name's Ron, but God will do just fine," he quipped. Hermione groaned (She groaned!), and slammed her lips against his, kissing him furiously, as her hand worked him into ecstacy. Ron thrusted his tongue inside her at the same time he slipped a finger into her. He felt her body stiffen above him and saw her eyes clenched shut. He winced at the look of pain on her face.

"Mione, are you okay?"

She nodded, not opening her eyes. "Stings a bit."

"We can stop if you want," he said, already slipping his finger out. He really didn't want to but he couldn't enjoy himself when she was hurting. Since when, snarled his inner voice.

But both Ron and inner Ron received the shock of their lives when Hermione grabbed his wrist and pulled it closer, pushing the finger back inside her, moaning in relief.

"Don't you fucking dare," she whispered. She moved against his finger, tentatively, and Ron had never been more aroused in his life. The school goody two shoes was cursing and letting Ron finger her.

"You're so fucking hot Mione."

She ignored him, and returned to pleasuring him, which if she wasn't careful would wind up with a mess on her hands faster than she intended.

Ron couldn't believe how wet she was. Was she like this all night, aroused by the idea of doing this with him? He smiled at the idea of her soaking all through dinner and slipped another fingers inside her heat. She threw her head back and moaned his name, thrusting her hips against his hand. Her nipples were hardened and straining through her shirt, begging him to suck on them, and he did just that.

He leaned forward and captured a clothed nipple with his lips, sucking on it, grunting as Hermione wrapped her fingers into his hair to keep his mouth close.

"God, yes Ron. Just like that!" Her husky, demanding tone almost had Ron spill his seed prematurely. He shifted a bit, and instantly regretted it. Hermione realized she still had a lax grip on him and removed her hand, letting it join her other one in his hair and moving his face to the other breast.

Part of her mind was shocked at what she was doing, but that was a very small part compared to the one that reminded her not to forget entirely about Ron's pleasure.

Ron quickly moved onto her other breast and bit the previously neglected nipple. Hermione sighed, moving her hands to his school shirt and unbuttoning it, running her fingernails up and down his chest, then smoothing the red marks with the pads of her fingertips. She was rewarded for her thoughtfulness with a soft brush of a thumb against her clit, making her entire body shudder. She leaned forward and licked the red marks she made on his chest, and accidently bit down on his nipple when Ron curled his finger inside her, hitting her sweet spot. With her eyes closed she quickly searched for his lips, resting them against hers.

"So good," she whimpered, rocking against his fingers, hitting that spot over and over again. Ron scissored his fingers inside her, wincing as she dug her nails into his shoulder. Hermione opened her eyes slightly, and saw the look of intense concentration on Ron's face. Well, that won't do!

With great effort, Hermione snacked her hand between their bodies and grasped his still erect member. Her cool hands moved up and down his heated flesh, and it wasn't long before both created a rhythm, sighing, moaning, and crying out against each other's mouths.

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Ron lay on the couch, trying to resume his normal breathing with Hermione sprawled on his chest, panting just as hard as him.

"That was amazing," he gasped.

"Fantastic," she agreed.

"I don't think I've ever come that hard with all my clothes on."

Hermione laughed kissing his chest. "You're Welcome."

Ron gathered her up into his arms and kissed her forehead, eyes, nose then lips. "If this is what you do for Halloween, what are you going to do for my birthday?"

Hermione looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, this year you'll be of age, right?" Ron nodded. "I think I might do something to help welcome you to the adult world."

Ron gaped, before smiling. "You really are something else, Ms. Granger."

"And don't you forget it, Mr. Weasley."