Here is another chapter for you. I only have 2 more written so far but this story is a long way from being done

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Ron and Hermione had disapparated to Grimmauld Place. They walked in the door hand and hand, neither wanted to break the comfortable silence that had developed between them. Hermione lit a fire in the fireplace and they sat on the couch in front of it. This was the best that Hermione had felt in a long time; finally she was in the arms of the man she had loved, engaged to her soul mate. "Nothing could make this night more perfect." Hermione thought.

With a swish of his wand soft romantic music filled the air, "Dance with me." He pulled her up off the couch and into his arms. He started to dance around the living room with her. She flicked her wand and all the furniture moved to the out skirts of the room. This gave then more room to move.

They just swayed to the music enjoying being in each other's arms. Hermione laid her head against Ron's chest and he placed his cheek against the top of her head. He took a deep breath so he could breathe in her scent. Hermione lifted her head to look deep into Ron's crystal blue eyes, in that moment she knew that he was and would be the only man for her.

She lifted herself up on her tip toes at the same time he brought her lips crashing down on hers. Hermione thought she was going to explode. She plunged her hands through his thick red locks. She loved playing with his hair. They finally broke apart to breathe, without saying a word she took his hand in hers and led him upstairs to their room.

When they reached their door, Ron spun her around and swooped her up in his arms are carried her into their room. He gently placed her on their bed. "You know that is a muggle tradition, but it happens after the wedding not the engagement." Hermione giggled. "I know but it was just an excuse to get you into my arms and bed faster. " Ron had already begun to place a line of kisses on her neck.

"You know, just because we got engaged… You don't have…. I mean I can wait if you're not…" Hermione cut Ron on with a kiss to his lips. "I want you and this more than you will ever know. Now please Ron, stop talking and make love to me."

That was all the encouragement Ron needed. He treated Hermione as gently as he possibly could, knowing that it may not be pleasant for her in the beginning. With some fumbling embarrassment and a little bit of trial and error they finally made their way with each other.

They both slumped back in the bed. Hermione's head lay on Ron's bare chest. Quidditch had done Ron good and she was sorry she used to complain about it. "Ron, I know this may not be an appropriate time to ask this question, but have you ever done that before?" She didn't lift her head because she didn't want to be looking in his eyes if he told her the answer was yes.



Ron lifted her head gently with his hand and forced her to look into his eyes. "I have never done that with anyone but you. I could never do that with anyone but you. Why do you think I waited so long? I love you and only you. "

"Well I knew you were with Lavender for a long time, I just didn't know if…" a single tear fell from Hermione's eye. "Mione, you saw most of what happened between me and Lavender. I was only with her to make you jealous. I never saw her naked. I will admit I did touch her well… you know… her chest but it was through her clothes. I always knew that I wanted my first time to be with you, so when she suggested it, I avoided the subject." Ron's ears were turning bright red again.

"I'm glad that you waited for me. I'm glad that this was the first of many "first" for us together. I love you Ronald Bilius Weasley with all of my heart." Hermione gave him a kiss on the lips. "Why did we wait so long Ron? We could have been doing this all this time."

"Well we are known for taking a long time to do things you know. I mean it took me 4 years to realize you were a girl and another year to realize that I loved you. Then it took us 2 more years before our first kiss so you can say we like to take things slow." Ron picked up a stray lock of hair & was twirling it in his hand. He loved her hair.

"Ron, can we speed things up a little bit? I don't want to take years to get married. I mean I know that we should let Ginny and Harry get married first but please let's not wait 7 years to get married ok?" Hermione had started to trace hearts with her finger on his chest.

"We can get married tomorrow if you want to. Anything you want Love. However I can think of something more pressing that I would rather be doing right now." He slid down a little in bed.

"Really what is that?" Hermione was trying to be coy. "Sleep" Ron closed his eyes, waiting for the attack he knew that was coming. Right on schedule he felt the pillow hit his shoulder; He knew exactly what response his words would get out of her. He knew her so well. He grabbed his own pillow & soon they were breathless in the middle of the bed, naked, having a pillow fight. Soon the pillow fight turned into something more and they spent the rest of the night riding themselves of years of frustrations.