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The Weasleygirls
Chapter 28 - Paris Part I
When Ron and Hermione apparated back to Shell Cottage in the middle of the night, Hermione could no longer hold back. She had been trying not to strip down Ron with her eyes the whole evening, but judging by Ginny's laughter and glances, she obviously didn't succeed at all.
Ron was simply wonderful, his attentive gift, the tender look in his eyes, the way he held her in his arms when they sat on the sofa and his aftershave... Hermione has had enough. The moment her feet hit the floor, she jumped into Ron's arms and swung her legs around his hips. Ron, totally surprised by Hermione's sudden attack, lost his balance and fell to the floor, with her in his arms. Hermione giggled and kissed Ron passionately, let her tongue slide over his lower lip until Ron allowed her to enter. Both moaned loudly as their tongues met to explore each other hungrily. Ron's hands slowly moved up Hermione's thighs, massaging them gently before resting on her hips. Hermione made whimpering sounds and covered his face with gentle kisses. Her lips moved across his jaw and her tongue slowly slid down his neck.
"Hermione... What...Merlin, Hermione... What is... just... ...got into you?" Ron asked slightly out of breath.
"Ron, I love you. So much... do you have any idea how wonderful you are?" she answered smiling. Hermione's lips now touched every free inch of Ron's skin and her fingers desperately tried to undo the buttons of his shirt. In her desperation, Hermione tore open his shirt, the buttons flying in all directions...
"Ron... I need you... please." she whispered.
As Ron looked deep into her eyes, he was suddenly spellbound. He saw not just lust, but deep love and affection.
Faster than he had ever thought possible, he freed both himself and Hermione from their clothes and kissed, caressed Hermione with his tongue in the same way she had done it only minutes before. As Ron slid his tongue over her right nipple and sucked gently, Hermione stretched her body towards him, buried her hands in his hair and pressed his face even closer.
When Ron finally entered her gently, she moaned silently and lost herself in the rhythm of their love.
That night neither of them made it back to their bedroom and after several hours of unbridled lust, they fell asleep on the carpet in front of the fireplace.
The days until their journey flew by and suddenly Ron and Hermione found themselves in travel stress. The next morning they would fly to Paris and, unlike Hermione, Ron hadn't packed anything yet, of course.
"Jesus, Ron. I told you to pack your suitcase three days ago and yesterday you assured me you had everything!" Hermione complained slightly frustrated but also a little bit amused.
"You have to learn to listen more carefully. I said I've packed all the important things…" Ron grinned mischievously.
That he was thinking about her engagement ring, Hermione couldn't know, of course, and so she just shook her head.
"I wonder what could be more important than your toothbrush and fresh underwear... Oh, wait. I know! Chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's beans in all flavors, I suppose."
Ron threw his head back and laughed out loud. Hermione was totally on the wrong track.
"After all, I need something for the appetite in between. I can't live on L'Escargots all day long." he answered, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I see… you've spoken to Fleur." Hermione giggled.
"Who knows?" he said mysteriously.
Hermione took a few steps towards Ron, hugged him and let her cheek rest on Ron's chest.
"Thank you so much for this wonderful gift."
"I'm glad you like it so much. I hope you'll be happy with everything. I asked Fleur for a hotel. She got me some brochures and everything, but I picked it out and I just hope-"
Hermione stopped Ron's stammering by gently placing her index finger on his lips.
" Please don't worry, Ron. It's perfect as long as we're together."
Ron heaved a sigh of relief and kissed Hermione's hair.
They stood tightly embraced in front of their suitcases for a few more minutes before Hermione slowly released herself from his arms.
"Come on, I'll help you pack. That way I can be really sure that you have everything and don't forget half of it."
"Are you talking about my underwear?"
"Among other things, yes."
"And I thought you'd rather see me without it." said Ron and raised one eyebrow.
Hermione just smiled sheepishly and Ron watched her blushing slightly. She was completely lost in thoughts and smiled to herself. Ron flung his arms around her, kissed her temple and said: "A Knut, for your thoughts."
"What? A Knut? This is all my inner soul is worth to you? Well, Mr. Weasley, you're gonna have to do pay more than that."
"Coming to think about it… I wouldn't have to pay you anything. Judging by the blush on your cheeks, it's not hard to guess that your thoughts are about a certain redheaded handsome man without underwear."
"Okay, I give up. You got me. I was thinking about Percy." she answered cheeky.
"Oh, you! Come here…"
Hermione started to laugh out loud and tried to run away from Ron, but only managed three steps before Ron caught up with her and swung Hermione over his shoulders.
"Ron, put me down!", she screamed laughing.
"Oh, no. You wanted Percy, you got him." Ron said seriously.
"What...? Ron... You... You have to know that I wasn't serious." Hermione was quite concerned now.
Ron continued to be serious, which wasn't hard for him because he didn't have to look Hermione in the face. But when he imagined Hermione's face, he almost laughed out loud.
"Just kidding, huh? I get it, why would you put up with someone like me when you could have the better, smarter version."
"Ron! Put me down now!"
Ron put Hermione down, but avoided looking her in the eye.
"Ron, please look at me."
Ron just shook his head, grabbed Hermione's hand and said something that sounded a lot like 'the Ministry of Magic' to Hermione and at that moment Ron started to apparate. Arriving there, Ron hurried Hermione through the corridors and ignored her pleading words. After a small eternity Ron stopped in front of an office, opened it with his wand and pushed Hermione in.
"Ron? What in Merlin's name… I'm not... You can't really.."
Hermione stopped while she was looking around the office. It was small and very chaotic. There was candy wrappers everywhere and a photograph on the desk. A photograph of her.
"You idiot! We're in your office. All this time, you've had me…"
Ron silenced Hermione by kissing her passionately. She broke away from Ron and looked at him questioningly.
"Ron, what was that?" she asked seriously.
"While we were packing I remembered that I had not yet cleared out my office and there should be some Muggle money in my desk. I thought it might come in handy for tomorrow."
Hermione looked at Ron with her mouth open.
"Well, and it made me think... well, I mean…", he stammered, suddenly embarrassed.
"Spit it out, Ron. We haven't got all day." Hermione demanded.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to upset you or worry you, I thought it would be funny, and most of all, I knew I'd never have got you here if I'd told you why we were here in the first place."
"So you make up this bullshit and scare me half to death to get me into your office?"
"I'm sorry."
"Why did you want to bring me here?" she asked in a softer tone now.
"I... well... I thought, since it's the last chance-"
"Ron! Just say it."
"I thought we could… have sex in my office."
Hermione just looked at Ron in amazement before she shook her head and began to laugh uncontrollably.
"Oh, Ron. You're crazy. This hair-raising and idiotic plan just to get me on your desk-"
Hermione stopped and didn't talk anymore. She looked Ron in the eyes, kissed him gently and whispered softly in his ear: "But not too long, okay? We still have packing to do."
Ron nodded enthusiastically, smiled and kissed Hermione.
Hermione quickly freed Ron from his shirt as he placed her on his desk.
"Merlin, you're mad!" Hermione giggled.
"Totally mad, but I know you love me for that." he winked.
Ron was just fumbling with Hermione's blouse when the door was ripped open with full force.
"Merlin's beard, Ron!" It was Kingsley.
"Kingsley, I... I... wanted... I mean-" Ron stammered.
"We just wanted to clear out his office before we leave for France tomorrow." Hermione tried to explain herself.
Kingsley tried to suppress his laughter and said with a serious face: "Yeah, I can see that. Ron's desk is as tidy as the day he started working here."
Hermione and Ron both looked embarrassed when Kingsley suddenly cleared his throat.
"Well...um...keep cleaning up and well...at least lock the door." He was almost out of the door, when he turned around again.
"And have a nice holiday to you both!"
When the door closed again, Ron wordlessly cast some spells at the door. Meanwhile, Hermione buried her head in his shoulder.
"God, that was so humiliating. To be caught in flagrante delicto by the Minister of Magic himself. If you hadn't resigned already, you'd have been fired for sure!"
Ron looked at her confused.
"In fla... what?"
"Forget it, it's a Muggle expression. Now come here…"
When Ron and Hermione had returned to Shell Cottage from their little trip to the Ministry of Magic, they quickly packed the last things together and enjoyed their dinner before they both went to bed to be fit for their flight tomorrow.
Hermione woke up a few minutes before her alarm clock and used the time to watch Ron sleeping. His fiery red hair stood out in all directions, his mouth was slightly open and his slight snoring echoed across the room. If anyone had told Hermione just a year ago how rapidly her life would change and that she would find a man's snoring attractive and somehow appealing... She would have declared this person crazy. And now she was on her way to Paris with the love of her life to spend a few romantic days there. She sighed contentedly and gently caressed Ron's cheek. As his eyelids began to flutter, Hermione kissed his nose.
"Mmmm...mornin'", he mumbled sleepily.
"Good morning!", sleepy head!
Ron's arm, loosely wrapped around Hermione's middle, gripped her tighter and pressed her against himself. Hermione snuggled up against Ron, who gently kissed her hair.
"Five more minutes, okay?"
"Ron...as much as I'd still like to lie here with you, we gotta get ready, or the plane will start without us."
At the mention of the plane, Ron suddenly jumped up.
"Ron, are you okay? You look a little pale. Are you all right?"
"Yes, yes. I'm okay…"
"That doesn't sound very convincing. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Sure. I... I'll go to the bathroom…
Without even giving Hermione the chance to answer, Ron stormed into the bathroom. Hermione watched him with a mixture of wonder and concern. When she had heard neither a sound from Ron nor running water, she became suspicious and listened at the door. She knocked and called out his name several times, but Ron didn't seem to react. When she couldn't open the door herself, she apparated directly to the bathroom and found Ron kneeling in front of the toilet as he was getting rid of the last remnants of their dinner.
"Oh, my God, Ron!"
She immediately fetched a wet washcloth and put it on his sweaty neck.
"Ron, you're sick and you should stay in bed. Let me help you up! I make you some soup right away."
"No, Hermione, I'm not sick. I... well... this is so embarrassing... I-"
"You're afraid of flying, aren't you?" she asked gently. Ron nodded in shame.
"Pretty stupid, huh? To be afraid of something you don't even know. Normally I feel so comfortable in the air…"
"Ron, it's only natural to be afraid of things you don't know." She said and caressed his sweaty hair.
"You don't think it's stupid?"
"Of course not. You should have told me about your fears before. In case you've forgotten, I'm your personal healer. Now you will brush your teeth and take a shower and afterwards I will give you a potion that will ease your fear and nausea.
How's that sound?"
"Pretty good, I'd say."
Hermione gave him a kiss on the forehead and whispered a few reassuring words before she left the bathroom.
After both of them had finished getting ready and Ron was visibly more relaxed after the potion, they apparated into a side alley of the airport. Hermione took control from there and held Ron's hand until they were safely on the plane. As the plane took off, she felt Ron's tension, turned to him and smiled at him for a moment before she kissed him deeply. She released Ron's lips from hers only minutes after they were already in the air and smiled at him.
"Thanks. This was exactly the kind of distraction I needed." said Ron relieved.
"I know." Hermione answered smiling.
During the flight, they talked about Paris and all the things they wanted to see. Ron impressed Hermione with information Fleur had told him and gently patted her knee while he was talking.
After they landed in Paris, Hermione called for a taxi to take them to their hotel.
Once there, Hermione held her breath. Ron had chosen a small guesthouse in the heart of Paris which, despite its proximity to the centre, offered a certain intimacy.
"Oh, Ron. It's perfect!"
"Only the best for you."
He took her hand and gently kissed her knuckles before they went to the reception together.
Hermione took care of all the formalities and then they were finally able to go to their room.
Their expectations were not disappointed. The room was wonderful and Hermione blushed when she looked at the large, comfortable bed.
"Come on, I got something to show you…" Ron said.
"Wh-what?"
Ron pointed his finger at one of the two windows. Hermione let him guide her and when she looked out of the window, her breath stopped. Ron had booked a hotel with a view to the Eiffel Tower.
"Oh, Ron!"
Ron stood behind her, put his long arms around her middle and supported his chin on her shoulder.
"So you like it? I was a little worried, because Fleur recommended another hotel, but I figured-"
Hermione turned to him, put her hands on his cheeks and let her thumbs wander over Ron's three days' growth of beard. She had only recently told him how much she enjoyed the feeling, the contrast on her skin. Ron closed his eyes and Hermione gently kissed his chin, jaw and cheeks before she devoted herself equally passionately to his lips.
"Did that answer your question?"
"No, not really. Maybe you could give me another demonstration?" he answered mischievously.
"Yeah, that's probably for the best. I guess I'm just gonna have to try a little harder." she whispered.
Just as they were about to kiss again, there was a knock at the door.
Hermione sighed and opened it.
A waiter came in and brought them both a bottle of champagne. After he had opened it, Ron gave him a generous tip and turned his attention back to Hermione.
After resting for a while from the flight, they set off to explore Paris. They visited the Louvre, drank coffee, ate Eclairs in street cafés and bought gifts for their loved ones at home. In the evening, they stopped at a small, romantic restaurant and finished the day with a glass of wine on their balcony.
"I know I've probably said this 100 times today, but it really is perfect." Hermione sighed.
"And I know how we can make it even more perfect." Ron answered.
Hermione smiled at Ron, took his hand, led him back into their room and gently pushed Ron onto the bed.
"Everyone always says that Paris is the city of love, but I never understood what was actually meant by that. Until today.
Thank you for being the one to show me the true meaning."
Hermione now bent over him and climbed into his lap. She kissed him gently and tried to let all her emotions and feelings flow into this kiss. She slowly pulled Ron's shirt over his head, who was breathing heavily by now. Slowly she let her fingernails slide over Ron's upper body up to his belly. Ron closed his eyes and lay down on the bed. Hermione caressed his body while she unbuckled his belt and took off both his trousers and boxer shorts. Ron did the same to Hermione and suddenly they were both lying naked on their bed. In the deep of the night, they proved to each other why Paris has always been called the city of love.