An Unconventional Fairytale: Not Yet

"Ron?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"Standing here."

"You're watching me."

"Well, yeah, that too."

"I'm in the shower."

Ron's face broke into a lopsided grin. "Yeah."

Hermione worked conditioner into her hair. "Why are you watching me have a shower?"

She started rinsing her hair and there was still no response.

"Well?"

"Oh, you were actually asking." Ron thought the answer had been obvious. "Well, you're all naked, and wet, and rubbing soap all over yourself."

Hermione's shoulders slumped and she sighed. "Maybe I should sell tickets."

Ron lifted an eyebrow at her. "You'd let other people in here?"

"Well, no." She squeezed the excess water from her hair. "It's an exclusive show."

"I'd hope so." Ron leaned back on the vanity. "So you're saying you'd make me pay?"

She picked up the soap. "Well, I think there should be some sort of remuneration."

Ron's head tipped into his confused puppy look.

Hermione smiled at him. "Yes, you should pay." Her lips quirked in thought, "Perhaps it could be an interactive show." She held up the bar of soap. "You could wash my back."

There was a brief pause as Ron stared into her eyes. In a flash he was gone and there was the sound of clothes rustling before he reappeared pulling aside the shower curtain and stepping in.

Hermione started laughing as he snatched the soap from her hand and wrapped his arms around her body pulling her flush to his.

His hands started rubbing the soap around her back. "How's this?"

"Umm, very nice." Hermione slipped her arms around his waist.

Ron's hands stroked from her shoulders to bottom, giving it a little squeeze. He bent down to kiss her, and she returned it with fervor. "Umm, knew I was going to like this living together thing."

Hermione hooked a leg over his hip to press even closer. "So, it's just about the sex then?"

He gave her a sheepish grin. "Well, not just… but it's high on the list."

Her eyes rolled. "Figures."

Ron pulled back to look down at her. "What? It's not on yours?"

"Well, yes, but it's probably more middle."

He gave her a doubtful look and bent down to suck on her breast as his fingers slipped further between her legs.

"Oh… Ron." Her fingers threaded into his hair. "Maybe high middle."

Holding tight to the leg on his hip, his other hand worked its magic.

"OH! Oh! High. It's high." She clung to him, her knee buckling.

"That's what I thought." He smugly smiled at her. Ron lowered her leg and slowly backed them into the stream of water to rinse off the soap. He twisted the tap to turn off the water and took her hand to help her out of tub.

Ron lifted her into his arms to carry her into their bedroom. Not caring about their wet bodies on the mattress (there were spells for that), he continued what he had started in the shower. Her breasts, belly, thighs- his hands and mouth worshiped every inch of her until she cried out again in orgasm.

Her body still flush and panting, Hermione sat up. "Lie down".

Intrigued, Ron changed places with her. Following a similar path, her hands and mouth slipped along his body ending with her lips wrapped around his penis.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah."

Standing up, Hermione returned his smug look with her own. She knelt astride his hips and took his erection into her hand. His hands guided her bum until he was slowly sinking into her and she was sat upon him. Ron watched her face as it turned with pleasure and he felt her body contract around him. At last she was settled and her eyes opened to look down at him.

"You like being in charge."

She smiled down at him. "You know me so well."

Bending down to kiss him she placed her hands on the mattress over his shoulders and began to move. His fingertips slowly glided over her back and bottom as they moved together. Lifting his hips in time with her quickened her pace. Throwing her head back, a low moan started escaping her throat.

His own pleasure was building and Ron had to fight to keep his eyes open to watch her- glorious and beautiful and his. Her movements frantic, she was lost to the moment as another orgasm took her.

The sight of her release and the feel of her body squeezing him brought Ron to his own orgasm and he grabbed her hips to hold her still as he bucked once, twice and at last he could breathe again.

Hermione collapsed on top of him and their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Ron could feel his heart rate slow down and he curled his arms around her back and shoulders. It was hard to tell if they were slick from the shower or sweat.

"We're going to need another shower."

He felt her smile against his chest. "I don't know if I have energy for another shower like the last one."

"Heh- perhaps separately then."

"Or just learn to control yourself."

"Me?" He lifted his head. "You were the one suggesting I wash your back."

Hermione didn't move from her place on his chest. "You didn't have to do it via the front. You could have just washed my back."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Her fingers traced patterns between his freckles. "Exactly, you cannot control yourself."

"You could have just let me wash your back- you didn't have to start rubbing yourself all over me."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Ron laughed. "I've been a bad influence on you."

"See, it is all your fault."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Fair enough."

His fingers drifted over her skin as they enjoyed the moment. Having their own flat did have its distinct advantages. Watching your girlfriend shower and lying about in bed, naked, without fear of being caught, was just one of them. Ron was thinking that he had everything he could want when a new, more worrying, thought occurred to him.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?" She muttered into his skin.

"I was just thinking- you know, things being 'my fault'… should I have… did you want me to… ask you… you know, a ring…"

Hermione shot up onto her hands. "No." Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath. "Not yet. I mean, yes, but… not yet." She budged up onto her knees and rested her hands on his chest. "With me going back to Hogwarts and you going to academy, it's not the right time." A blush crept into her cheeks and she looked away. "Because if you had and if you did, then… then I'd have to say yes." Her face turned even more scarlet. "I'd feel strange wearing a ring and still a Hogwarts student. It's going to feel strange enough as it is. Understand?"

Ron's hands gripped hers. "Yeah, I do. I was thinking the same thing, so I hadn't and I was wasn't going to… yet." It was his turn to blush. "I do plan to, someday."

Her lips quirked and she gave him a haughty smile. "Well, good. Because I plan on saying yes… someday."

Settling back onto his chest, his arms tightened around her.

"Good. Or I'd have to talk to you about being a slag."

That earned him a playful slap. "Prat."

"Know-it-all."

After a few moments, Hermione lifted herself off of Ron. "I'm going to go and have another shower, rinse off."

"Need me to wash your back?"

A/N: Yes, yes, I know, it's a short chapter. That's just the way it turned out. But there was bickering and lemons and some great Ron-ness. And apparently this chapter was my best yet for grammar mistakes- as in there were very few of them. I'm learning! HalfASlug gave me a cookie as reward. I had to supply the cookie, but she gave the approval.

Speaking of Slug- if you would like to snort out loud at some quality humor, go read her latest 'Sunday' chapter. I'm still chuckling.

I have thoughts for the next chapters, but I haven't decided on order yet. Plus I have a drabble that could fit about now. Which would you rather have first- the Aftermath of Ron & Hermione's first flat-mate argument? or more about Hermione's family (namely Margot's backstory I've devised)? You're getting both eventually, but I can't decide which to do first.

If anyone actually gave me money for writing this story, I promise to give it all to Lumos. So that would make it charity work and I could write it off on my taxes.