A/N: Very, very M. Skip if not for you...carrytheotter

Chapter 21

As they made their way back to the hotel after dinner, the connection between them was palpable. He had his arm around her as they walked, and it was chilly on the fall night, so he wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. The door had barley clicked closed on the hotel room when Hermione turned and gazed at him.

"Ron?"

"Hmm?"

"What would you say if I told you I wanted to have sex? Tonight."

Ron stood there stunned, jaw slacked open and all ability to form words and sentences completely vanished. Finally, he physically shook his head and decided he hadn't been hearing voices and that – based on the look on her face – Hermione had ACTUALLY said she wanted to have sex. With him. Right now. But then his mind kicked into overthinking again, and he worried he'd actually somehow screwed everything up. But, he must have been standing there with his mouth gaping like a fish a little too long, as Hermione's smirk morphed from a sexy smile to a worried, furrowed brow.

"Ron?" she asked, both concern and self-doubt coming through her voice.

He eventually managed to stammer out a response. "Uh, Hermione, please don't think I was trying to have a fancy dinner just so we would have sex. I would never do that. You have to know…"

Hermione relaxed into a smile again and cut him off.

"Ron, take a deep breath. I know you didn't orchestrate this whole amazing day to try to trick me into shagging. That's not what I said. I had told you I was going to be ready soon, and I think – no, I know, that I am ready now."

"Really? I mean, really?" he asked, surprising himself at how deep and gravely his voice suddenly sounded. He took a hesitant step towards her, unable to resist raising his hand to cup her cheek. "I don't want to pressure you, Hermione. I'll wait as long as you..."

This time Hermione cut him off with a convincing kiss.

"Really, Ron," she finally said, slightly breathless from the kiss. "I love you. And I am so madly attracted to you that I can't take it anymore. The way you touch me makes me feel so incredible, but I want more. I want all of you. And I want you to have all of me."

As she spoke she moved her hands across his chest and up around his neck. He stared at her for a moment, still quite stunned at what was happening. But, finally he managed to whisper, "I love you so much, Hermione Granger."

He leaned down to kiss her tenderly. Their lips just brushed against each other, like feathers. He took her lips in his, and melted into the softness that was his Hermione. He felt her tongue slip into his mouth, and his hands moved of their own accord – one into her brilliant curls and one to the small of her back, pressing her to him. She whimpered softly then, which somehow broke the softness of the moment for him with a jolt to his cock, but he didn't want to rush her – or rush them in this moment. But then she was tugging at his shirt and began undoing the buttons while he still tried to hold her mouth in a kiss. Once she had his shirt off, she trailed her fingers over his bare chest, causing gooseflesh to erupt across his skin. As he released a slow breath, still slightly intoxicated from the situation, she turned around and lifted her hair, revealing a hidden zipper in the back of the blue dress. Ron raised an eyebrow at her, but gave her a lopsided smile and slowly pulled the zipper down, peppering her neck slowly with kisses as he went. As the dress fell to the ground, she turned back to him. And fuck if she didn't shock him speechless yet again. How did she keep doing that? His ever practical Hermione who always had on sensible cotton knickers and bras was in an incredibly sexy black lace and satin bra with matching knickers, and somehow still had on her black high heels.

"Holy shit, Hermione, you are so fucking hot," he gasped, trying to simultaneously stand far enough back to see her and yet unable to keep his hands off of her nipples hard and tauntingly visible through the taught black satin and lace.

She said nothing, but managed to somehow simultaneously give him both a shy smile and a searingly sexy gaze. Then the shy smile broke as she unconsciously licked her swollen lips and inched even closer towards him. Ron, however, was still utterly stunned staring at her in her sexy lingerie and high heels. It was as if his cock was straining to go, but his brain hadn't realized that this was all actually happening in real life and not just a bloody brilliant dream.

Smirking at his stunned stupor, she gently pushed her fingers against his bare chest causing him take a few unsteady steps backwards. As the back of his faltering knees hit the edge of the bed he felt his knees give and arse hit the bed, and he was now suddenly sitting on the edge of the mattress. She grinned again, moved to straddle him on his lap and began kissing his neck while her hands danced over his skin, causing his eyes to shut of their own accord. Soon she was kissing his jaw line while her satin and lace clad chest slid across his bare skin. His hands immediately grabbed her bum, and the feel of her in the silky fabric made Ron groan in a mix of pleasure and anticipation. He held her tightly to himself as he leaned back to lay on the bed, bringing her down with him.

Once they were horizontal, she quickly went to work on his belt so she could shed his trousers. Her heels were kicked off with his shoes closely following. Ron unhooked her bra and soon was lost in the pleasure of her breasts, making her moan from worshipping her nipples with his tongue. Her tiny hands, still somehow cool from their walk outside were now on his arse, her nails scraping against his skin as she drew her hands up. He knew if she started stroking him he would be done before they got started.

So, he rolled them over, still somehow stunned that they could move as one like that. He grinned as he looked down at her, lips swollen, eyes dark with lust, her mad curls spread across the bed beneath them.

"Better than every wanking fantasy I've ever had," he mumbled against her skin as he sucked on a particularly tender spot beneath her left breast.

He felt, more than heard, her chuckle at the comment and smiled knowing he could picture her expression at that exact moment. He let his hands take over on her breasts as he kissed his way down her stomach, amused at the reaction he got from her when he reached her belly button. He ran his hands down along her sides until his fingers reached the top of her knickers. Grinning again at the feel of the lace he hooked his two index fingers into her knickers and pulled them slowly down her legs, taking the time to kiss each inch of her as it was revealed.

Finally he straightened up on his knees, drew her legs straight up and pulled the silky black item off her altogether, discarding it without a second thought as his eyes turned back to his gorgeous, naked, and apparently randy witch as she looked up at him with the most amazing expression. It caught his breath as he gazed at her. She had been all lust and desire only a second before, but now there was a tenderness there – an unconditional love and utter trust that almost brought tears to his eyes.

Almost. Because, well – it was Hermione. Naked. And turned-on. And they were alone. In a hotel room. In a foreign country. And about to have SEX.

He grinned as he slid his large, fumbling hands back down her legs, slowly parting them so he could kiss her inner thighs and work his way back up to his destination. He heard her sigh, slightly shivering as his hand worked his way around under her arse and back up around her waist to hold her where he wanted her. With one leg gently propped over his right shoulder, he grinned and began torturing her with his tongue, loving the fact that he already knew some of the best spots to tease her with, as well as how to make her come undone when he wanted to. And, holy fuck did he want to. She was already dripping in anticipation, which he still had a hard time believing was all for him. But regardless, he worked her slowly with his lips and tongue and fingers until she was taught and coiled so tightly he thought she might snap. She was writhing and squirming in pleasure gripping his hair so tightly he was sure he'd have a bald spot. And then with a final grin, his head slightly tilted back so he could watch her, he caught that little nub in his tongue as he flicked and rolled it while sucking at the same time. Not changing his pace at all as she arched up from the bed, screaming his name and thrashing back and forth as the quivers shot through her legs as he felt her walls tighten. She continued to gasp in agonizing pleasure as he didn't let up with his mouth. He had to move with her as she bucked her hips up and trapped his head between her clenched thighs.

What a bloody brilliant way to go, he thought to himself as he realized he wasn't exactly able to breathe in his current predicament. But he shortly let up on her, and her legs that had trapped him like a vice suddenly released and fell to the bed as if hit by a jelly leg jinx. She was wetter than he ever remembered, and she was delicious. In every possible way.

In books or those ridiculous poems Hermione had made him read he'd always thought the authors were utter rubbish babbling on about love overloading the senses. But as he was drowning in the sight and smell and taste and touch and sound of her, he realized he was the one who had simply not understood. When he'd imagined shagging Hermione he'd always had these pictures in his head of how she would look, and then as he wanked he would try to imagine how it would feel. But, the rest of it – well he supposed you couldn't forget something you'd never actually known to begin with. He loved that he now knew how she smelled and tasted and sounded when coming undone. But, fuck. The experience with all five senses at once was absolutely, overwhelmingly intoxicating. And he loved it.

He was gently running his hands up and down one leg and across her stomach as she recovered from what he smugly thought was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Just watching her was mesmerizing, and he saw her eyes flutter open and smiled at her.

"Well look who's back," he whispered through a grin.

"I'd tease you for looking so smug, but then I'd worry you'd never do THAT again," she laughed weakly.

"We wouldn't want that, now, would we?" he teased.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't. THAT - as you might say – was fucking fantastic."

"Fuck, I love it when you cuss, Hermione," he groaned.

"Hmm. Yes. There is a time and place for everything," she sighed as she sat up.

She leaned in for a lengthy kiss, and Ron knew she could taste herself on his lips, which somehow made his cock strain ever harder against the thin cotton pants he was still wearing. And when she started stroking his chest with her feather light fingers he felt his heart flutter and his eyes close. And then she moved her hands lower and caught her fingers in the waist band of his pants. He felt himself freeze and look at her, and she flashed him an incredible grin and slowly shimmied his pants down. He awkwardly lifted his bum to help her and internally wondered how absurd his pale, gangly body with a raging hard on must look in the same bed as the gorgeous naked woman in front of him.

He leaned up to kiss her again, and she whispered, "now," as she began to stroke his shaft. He groaned in a ragged breath as he nodded. She lay back on the bed, legs parting for him.

He paused for one second more before whispering in a gravely voice, "You're absolutely sure?"

"So sure," she assured him. "Make love to me. Please?"

It was the 'please' that just about did him in completely. He couldn't help but lean down and kiss her before reaching over to grab his wand off the nightstand and casting the contraception charm his brothers had drilled into his head. While he knew there was very little chance that Hermione could get pregnant right now anyway, it seemed best to make sure there was no chance. She may be not fully recovered yet, but he was still a Weasley.

With the charm cast, he looked her in the eyes again. Part of his mind was screaming "holy shite I am about to fuck Hermione," but somehow he was able to be present in the moment and was suddenly overcome with his love for this brilliant, fierce and fragile witch.

"I love you so much, Hermione. I don't want to hurt you, so just tell me if we need to stop, ok?"

"It's ok, Ron. It will be ok. Just go slow. I, uh, well, I just need to expand a bit to get used to your size," she said with a blush. But, she reached out and slowly stroked his alert cock and added, "I want this so badly, Ron. Please."

He nodded, bent quickly to kiss her and found her entrance. He fumbled a bit, but just the brief touch of his strained erection and her dripping folds had them both groaning instantly. On the third try he slowly entered her. His eyes squeezed shut, and he heard himself moan something, probably a slur of unintelligible curse words. Just before he let his instinct take over, he felt her gasp beneath him, and he instantly froze.

"Are you ok?" he gasped, eyes still shut tightly, his forehead pressed against hers using every ounce of his will power to be still no matter the cost.

"I'm ok," she said, a strained tone betraying her confident words. "You can keep – I mean - just – just go sl-, I just need..."

Her words trailed off as he felt her tense and suddenly still in the crook of his neck. He tried to remain completely still and balanced on his forearms trying so hard to not move, but he was quickly realizing if he didn't move soon he might actually die. But blessedly just before dying in the middle of his first shag he felt her relax beneath him, suddenly breathing easier. Then he felt her nod reassuringly, her lips kissing his shoulder and her legs softening around his hips.

He started to stutter, "Can I..." but was cut off as Hermione suddenly thrust her hips up, catching him off guard as he sunk bollocks-deep into her. "Fuuuuck..." he gasped in pleasure. FuckFuckFuck, he thought. I'm actually inside her. Fuuuuucck!

It was the most incredible feeling Ron had ever known, and was far beyond any boyhood fantasy. The feel of Hermione surrounding him was almost too much to take. He'd imagined tight or wet or hot, but the entirety of it all at once – how could she be so fucking soft and so fucking tight at the same time? It was as if that place inside her had been made only for him. And that brief thought made him groan again, guttural sounds of pleasure he didn't even know he could make.

She nuzzled his neck and gasped, "I'm good, you can move now."

He was rather sure he was incapable of forming sentences at that point, so he just nodded and started to slowly pull back. At first he slipped out of her altogether, and he grimaced in mortification, but as he fumbled at her entrance to line back up he saw her beaming at him.

"I'm so glad neither of us know what we're doing. Thank God we're figuring this out together. I can't imagine ever trusting anyone else like this."

"Oh, fuck, me too," he grinned as he kissed her again. "And I'm so glad you're turned on by the barmiest things – elves and inexperienced lovers," he muttered against her lips as she started to chuckle.

But then he thrust into her again, causing them both to gasp in pleasure. He felt himself getting back to that secret place that suddenly felt like home. This time she rocked her hips with his movement and whimpered blissfully as he began to try find some sort of a rhythm. No one had ever told him was hard to figure that out, but when he wanked he'd never had to accommodate anyone else. He realized it wasn't as simple as he'd thought, but it was also infinitely better than he'd ever hoped. And he agreed with Hermione, he couldn't imagine being like this with anyone on this earth but her.

He was still afraid of hurting her, but as he melted into her again and again he felt her pull him tighter by wrapping her legs around him and meeting his thrusts with her own each time. He shifted his weight a bit and somehow found he was propping up one of her legs slightly differently. He was about to shift back when she yelled out, "Oh, God, right there! Do that again."

"Like that?" he asked hesitantly as he tried desperately to repeat the motion. But her head arched in pleasure answered him. He grinned, "Finally a broomstick you like, huh?"

She laughed through her pleasure. "Remind me to smack you later, but for the love of Merlin don't you dare stop!"

"Fuck, I love you," he panted, hips thrusting and eyes locked on hers.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he could remember his brothers saying girls rarely had an orgasm their first time having sex, but he didn't want that for Hermione. Knowing he only had a few thrusts left in him, he quickly moved one hand down to the nub he had tortured earlier and started massaging it as well, and he felt Hermione instantly respond beneath him. Soon they were both on the cusp and she came, clamping her walls around him, which milked him to release as well. He collapsed on her, breathless and spent in total ecstasy. He lay there panting for a bit with no sense of time whatsoever. She simply clutched him tightly to herself, not letting him pull out or roll over.

Eventually she said, "Sorry, you just feel perfect inside me. I don't want to let you go."

Once he could think coherently again, all he could think was "Holy shit, I just had sex with Hermione!" But instead of shouting that, he said, "Me either, but I don't want to crush you."

She finally conceded, and he slipped out and rolled to the side. But she immediately curled up on his chest, their legs intertwined as they both regained their breath. He could feel her doze off next to him as he lingered in this dream like bliss. He was spent as well, but so fucking happy that he wanted to be awake longer just to make it last. Despite his efforts to fight off sleep, the next thing he knew he was waking up to sun light coming through the hotel curtains to find Hermione still naked and cuddled up to him in bed smiling up at him.