Author's note: A little warning: there is adult content in this chapter. Also, shout out to Clementine Folchart, who seems to be the newest recruit to my awesome reviewers! Thank you so much for writing such a nice review, and I'm glad you and everyone else are enjoying this story.
She woke up with a start, sitting up straight and gasping for air.
Her dreams had been about Ron again. Not being beautiful enough for him. Not being able to make him happy. Not being a woman whom he could love.
Losing him.
Tears streaked down her face at the thought of losing him. She couldn't lose him. She just couldn't. She had been so sure that Bellatrix was going to kill him in front of her in an effort to torture her even further.
It was dark; definitely the middle of the night or very early morning. "Ron?" she whispered, just needing to know that he was alright.
" 'ermione….?" Ron groaned sleepily.
"Are you okay?" she whispered.
That seemed to snap him out of his groggy haze. "Yeah, love. Of course."
"Oh. Alright, then. Good," she replied shakily, trying to hide the tremors in her voice.
"What's wrong?" he inquired.
"Just a bad dream," she answered, hoping to sound calm.
"C'mere," he said, and she rolled toward the large lump she could just make out in the dark that she knew to be Ron. He grabbed her and hoisted her toward him, until she was sitting closer to him. They locked eyes in the moonlight.
"I'm still angry," she informed him.
"So am I," he informed her in return.
Silence then filled the room.
She felt what only could be described as sexual tension building between them as they continued to stare at each other. It was all around her; drowning her. The only way to stop it would be to snog each other madly within the next few seconds lest they go mad from the suspense, and they both seemed to realize this.
She didn't know who moved first, or if they both moved at the same time, but suddenly her lips were crushed against his. Their tongues glided over each other and their teeth clashed together furiously. Ron used one hand to grip her hair roughly and the other to knead her bottom while she straddled him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and her legs even more tightly around his waist. She felt the raw sexual energy radiating from Ron and briefly found it in herself to marvel at his prowess before she dove back into soley focussing on his kisses. He was grinding up into her and her hand shot down between their bodies to touch the hardness between them, when suddenly she seemed to come to her senses.
He seemed to want to devour her, but she could not let him. She couldn't take her anger and disappointment and momentarily relieve it with physical pleasure, only to have it all come rushing back right afterward. Something told her it would only make the tension between the two of them worse.
"Let's talk about this," she breathed, wincing at the phrase that would obviously serve as a total turn off.
Ron groaned. "Why?"
"Because, Ron. We shouldn't be doing this right now! We shouldn't get into the habit of masking our arguments with...with sexual endeavours!"
"And why not? I always sort of pictured that's what we would do."
"What!?" she sputtered.
Ron shrugged. "You know, we'll fight, and then we'll make up, only it would take us shorter than it used to at Hogwarts because it'll lead to-"
"Is that all you ever think about!?"
"Well, it's mostly what I think about…"
"Ron!" she admonished. "We're not doing anything of the sort until we talk about this! We always brush all of our arguments under the rug and we never talk about what happened!"
"Are you saying you're not going to touch my cock again until I do what you say?"
She pondered his question. "Yes, I suppose that is what I'm saying."
He groaned. "Alright, fine…"
She suppressed the urge to snicker at just how easy that had been. "Good. Now, starting with what happened in the lobby: You have to be more careful! You can't go around pulling your wand on muggles!"
"I have to be more careful!? You have to be more careful!"
She sighed. "Yes, and I've already admitted to that. But Ron, we're in the muggle world right now. We have to behave like muggles. We can't risk using magic in front of them."
"Fine, Hermione. But if it's something like what happened with that drunk bastard downstairs, I'm hexing first and asking questions later."
"Is this only about my safety, or might it also have something to do with the fact that he was coming onto me?"
Ron bristled. "What am I supposed to do, Hermione? Like the fact that some randy drunkard wanted to… to… bloody hell, I can't even say it."
"Ron, you know there are probably going to be other men who make passes at me, right?" Ron winced. "But you have to know I would never...I mean, what you and I have, it doesn't compare to anything else. If you're worried about other men, don't be."
Ron sighed. "Sometimes I don't think you understand how fucking gorgeous you are, Hermione. You could have any man you wanted."
She was beginning to wonder if she actually could qualify as being as beautiful as Ron always told her she was. For so long, she had thought of herself as unattractive and mousey, but the stares and gazes of desire shot up and down her body from the men in the bar could not be ignored.
"It doesn't matter, Ron. I want you, okay? You. And I know you want me. That's all that matters."
"I reckon you're right, love," Ron replied. "And listen, about the potion, I'm sorry." He was looking at her with innocent eyes.
"Are you really sorry? Or do you just want me to put my hand back where it was?" she challenged.
"Er… maybe the second one…"
She clucked her tongue in annoyance.
"Okay, look Hermione, I just don't really see what the big deal is. So I brought something to help you, so what?"
"Oh I see. Make yourself look logical and reasonable, while I'm the crazy one!"
Ron groaned. "I just don't understand where you're coming from with this, Hermione."
"You don't have to understand it. You just have to respect it."
Ron sighed. "Alright. Okay. I can do that."
"Good."
"And love, I know you're upset about not being able to find your parents right away, but just think: we managed to make it here! We at least know we're in the same country as what we're trying to find; that's more than we could say with the horcruxes."
"I suppose you're right…" she mused. "I was just so concentrated on getting here that I didn't think much about the work we would have to do once we arrived. I'm sorry if I was so short with you, but I'm just so focussed on finding them. I want to so badly..."
Ron shrugged. "You're headstrong, Hermione. I always knew that about you."
She sighed. "You call it headstrong; others might call it something else."
"Like what?"
She sighed again. "Bossy. A know-it-all. A control freak."
Ron winced. "I reckon I've called you all of those before."
She shot him a look that seemed to say 'of course you have'. "It's one of my worst qualities; I know that."
Ron shrugged. "So, you're a little high maintenance. So what?"
"Ron!" she gasped, affronted.
"But I don't mind it, Hermione! In fact, I kind of like it when you get all huffy and in a tizzy. I feel like I do a good job of calming you down."
She pondered his statement. "Well, I suppose you could be right…"
"See? I just calmed you down," Ron pointed out, looking smug.
"Also, it doesn't have to be all work and no play…" Ron suggested, sliding his hands back up her shirt to grasp her breasts.
"You're insufferable."
"And don't you forget it."
"Never," she agreed, sighing as he kneaded her breasts in a rougher manner and dragged one hand out from underneath her shirt to grasp her bottom.
"We can't get distracted though. We need to put most of our energy into finding them," she muttered as he kissed the side of her neck. "We have to spend most of our time researching where they could be."
"That's fine, love. I happen to be doing some research right now."
"What research?"
"I'm trying to decide what's more brilliant; your tits or your arse. So far, the results are inconclusive. I'm going to need a lot more data."
She sniggered and wriggled out of his grasp. "Do you think you can convince me to take my clothes off by equating it to valuable research?"
"Isn't it working?"
She bit her lip. "Maybe."
"Yeah? Then c'mere."
She crawled back over to him. "Now what?" she asked innocently.
Ron's eyebrows rose in surprise. "What do you...er… what do you want to do?"
"Whatever you want me to," she responded, giving him what she hoped was a sexy smulder. The darkness was helping to bring out an erotic side of her.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Tell me what you want me to do," she told him, finding she quite liked it when he took control in intimate situations such as this. Sure, she was bossy in everyday life, but it felt wonderful to relinquish control for once, and what better a place to do it than with Ron, who claimed he loved to 'calm her down'.
Ron nodded, seeming to understand where she was coming from. "Put your hand back where it was before," he said immediately.
"Like this?" she asked playfully, placing her hand back on the quite obvious bulge.
"Fuck yeah... Now, um, tell me something naughty about yourself. Something I don't already know," Ron commanded, apparently having no reservations about using the power she had given him.
She shot him an exasperated look, but nevertheless complied. "Well… if you really must know…" she trailed off.
"Yeah…?" Ron encouraged.
"...those books about horcruxes weren't the only books I checked out of the restricted section."
Ron's brow furrowed. "Hermione, when I said naughty I was thinking about something a little less in the academic sense."
She shook her head and bit her lip. "No, you don't understand. This book, it um, it had spells that a witch could use to, um, pleasure herself."
"Are you fucking serious?" Ron asked, apparently dumbfounded.
"Yes," she said with a blush.
"So you're telling me that in that bloody mobile library of yours you carried around with us for the past year you had a book on how to get yourself off wedged between Hogwarts, A History and The Tales of Beedle The Bard?"
"Yes."
"And then you used these spells? While I was in the tent with you?"
She nodded her head and blushed even brighter.
The next sound that came out of Ron's mouth was not so much a word, but a string of nonsensical stuttering and swearing. She giggled into the palm of her hand that was not currently occupied with the seemingly evergrowing bulge in his trousers.
"Alright, go on. Show me," Ron said, apparently having recovered from his inability to form words.
"What? No! I could never…" she trailed off. Ron only continued to stare at her expectantly.
"No, Ron!"
"Well, maybe some other time then?" Ron asked hopefully.
"No…"
"Maybe?"
"Fine. Maybe."
Ron grinned from ear to ear. "I'll be looking forward to it."
"I said maybe, Ron! That's not a promise!"
Ron only grinned wider, apparently unconvinced.
She rolled her eyes and took her hand off of him, and his grin immediately vanished. "Aw, what'd I do now?" Apparently he took her removing her hand from his penis as a punishment.
"Stop teasing me!" she insisted.
"I'm not teasing you, love. Actually, I think what you just told me is so fucking hot that I don't have much brain power to tease you right now."
"Alright, well, maybe I could help you with your problem…" she said suggestively as she went for the zipper of his trousers.
Ron nodded his head up and down. "We have until morning until any of the practices are open again, right? We might as well do something productive during all that time. I know how much you like to be productive."
"Yes…that is true…" Hermione murmured. She climbed back onto his lap and straddled him, then stuck her hand down his trousers and grasped him. She leaned into kiss him and immediately noted the change in his snogging technique; it was sloppy and distracted, probably due to the fact that her hand was touching his extremely prominent erection.
"Lay down," she whispered, the darkness encouraging her.
He immediately complied, pulling her down on top of him. They were now sprawled out at a haphazard angle across the bed, but it was so large that it didn't matter how they laid. She began snogging him madly, and ran her hand up and down his length at a furious pace.
"Does this- oh fuck that's good- does this mean I'm forgiven?" Ron groaned.
"Yes. You're forgiven. I can't stay mad at you for too long, Ron," she whispered against his lips.
"Thank Merlin. I was worried you were never going to touch my cock again," he gasped.
"I think that would be a punishment for me as well," Hermione whispered again. She had made a resolution to more often tell Ron the things she admired about him instead of just thinking them in her head, and what better way to do so than complimenting this particular part of him? She was rather fond of Ron's anatomy; it was fascinating for her to feel the physical evidence of his attraction.
Ron groaned out his approval at her statement. She grinned at her achievement in making him happy.
"I'm rather enthralled by the male anatomy; not having had any experience with it first hand until recently. It's interesting to observe," she mused out loud.
"Well, feel free to use me as your test subject anytime. But love, would you mind if we stop talking about it for a bit? I can't focus on much when your hand is where it is," Ron panted.
"Oh, right. Sorry."
She went back to snogging him and touching him, and Ron went back to moaning in her ear. They reminded like that for a duration, all the while Ron's panting getting faster and faster until he was climaxing and moaning his love for her all at once.
She had just reached for her wand and cleaned the two of them when he grabbed her and pulled her back down.
"I want to taste you again, Hermione," Ron growled in her ear.
"Oh. Um, okay," she answered, simultaneously ecstatic and reserved about him doing that again.
"Wicked," he answered, grasping her and flipping her onto her back in one quick maneuver. Before she could even register what had happened, he quickly yanked her trousers and knickers down and had his mouth on her.
"Oh my," she gasped, immediately remembering this feeling. She did not know what was more astonishing to her; the fact that she both allowed Ron to do this to her and enjoyed it so much, or the fact that he seemed to enjoy it just as much if not more.
After a few minutes he added his fingers into the mix and she moaned. "Fuck yeah, Hermione. That's so fucking hot." She felt less self conscious under the cover of darkness; enough to moan loudly again. "Yeah, that's right, cum for me. Fuck, I wish I could see you right now," Ron growled.
All she could do was mutter a nonsensical agreement, while secretly reveling in the cover of the darkness. With her sense of sight being shut down, it amplified what she was feeling both emotionally and physically even more. It felt safe, and private, and intimate. Like they really were in their own little world.
"Ron, you make me feel so good," she murmured, unable to stop her declaration.
He responded by speeding up his ministrations, to the point where she did not know how much more of this she could take before she burst. Never had she touched herself so roughly and yet also with so much adoration. Ron was touching her in ways she never could, filling her in ways she never had, even with all those restricted spells. Nothing compared to him. Nothing.
And then the crescendo of pleasure she had been feeling reached its peak, and it was all she could do but pull his ginger hair out of his head. She was moaning and writhing and doing all other sorts of of promiscuous things under the shield of the darkness. Ron's body was all of the sudden covering hers and she grasped onto him, grinding herself against him as the pleasure faded.
"Bloody hell, woman. You're going to make me start balding if we keep this up," he chuckled against her forehead before kissing it.
She blushed a bright red color that she was happy he couldn't see. "That's a little dramatic, Ron."
"Not really, Hermione. You're quite the wild one, aren't you?."
"I don't know what you mean," she said primly.
Ron snorted. "Sure, love," he replied in a manner that implied he wasn't buying it.
They laid in silence for a few minutes, and Ron began to breathe deeply again, apparently ready for another round of sleep. She had read once that men routinely became tired after sexual exploits.
She wanted to clear the air with him before he drifted off.
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Am I forgiven?"
"Of course, love. Can't stay mad at you for long," he said. She smiled in the darkness.
"Oh, and Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Remind me to thank Bill."
Author's note: I feel like the physical part of their relationship is important, and I love imagining how this new aspect of their relationship would have allowed them to express their feelings in a different way. Any opinions on this aspect? As I always say I had a vision for this story from the beginning, but I'm still trying to decide how sexually explicit I should make things, and whether or not it is good for the plot. Thanks!
