Well this story took a different turn than i expected. Now that the trash has been dealt with, we can return to our knight and his bride and...more important things. Like a bit of (very consensual) smut to lighten the heavy mood? This will be a short chapter and the epilogue will too...my mind is already on my next multi-chapter fic and I'm trying to reel it back here to bring this one home!

Oh...in case I didn't mention...this chapter comes with a smut warning!

When Ron got to their room, he found Hermione in her nightgown in bed surrounded by books. After a little over two weeks married to Hermione, this was something he had grown used to. With the final game just a week away, Ron was training with the team longer and harder than ever, and she told him she preferred to study in their room to wait for his return, rather than in the library. But he was hoping, as it was a weekend, that she wouldn't be in bed with her books tonight...

"You're studying," he said frowning.

"You're sweating," she responded rolling her eyes. He looked at her questioningly. "What? I thought we were greeting each other tonight by stating the obvious."

Ron rolled his eyes playfully as he dropped his bag near the desks and began to strip out of his Quidditch practice robes.

"How was practice?" Hermione asked without looking up, her quill still scratching away.

"Brutal," Ron responded. "Did you finish Snape's essay?"

"I finished mine, yes. I looked yours over and made a couple corrections. There was not much to fix, I don't know why you were so worried. You have to get started on Professor Flitwick's essay though. I'll write the intro for you but then you're on your own."

"You are the most amazing person ever." She glanced up and rolled her eyes but a small smile and a hint of blush could be seen. "I promise I'll work on Flitwick's essay first thing tomorrow. I'm going to shower, Love."

"I'll be here when you get out." Before Ron disappeared into the bathroom, he took one more look at Hermione. Her curls were piled up on tip of her head, held in place by her wand. Her fingers were covered in ink spots as they scribbled across her parchment. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and her bottom lip tucked in, her teeth biting it lightly. She looked up and caught him staring. "Don't take too long," she smiled. "I'm almost done here." The shy yet seductive look she gave him made Ron jump and almost stumble into the bathroom, and her laughter echoed through the room as he shut the bathroom door.

Ron came out of the bathroom still wet with his towel wrapped around his waist. Hermione had already cleared the bed and was tucked under the covers now with a book. She looked up at him as he entered the room and her eyes seemed to pass over him hungrily. Ron blushed as he made his way to the bed. He crawled over to Hermione, kissing her on each cheek before capturing her lips. "Figured there was no point in getting dressed," he whispered, rubbing his nose across hers. "Or was I wrong to assume that."

"A bit forward," Hermione laughed, "but not wrong." She set her book aside as she pulled him down on top of her.

"I'm getting you wet," he said.

"Doesn't matter, I was already wet." She smiled mischievously and he caught her meaning.

"Blimey I'm the luckiest prat in the world," he mumbled as he attacked her lips with his. She laughed against his mouth as she pushed on his chest to flip him over and straddled him. "Mmmm slick move Granger-Weasley," he teased running his hands up and down her sides.

"My husband the keeper needs to relax," she whispered in his ear. "There's something I want to try." Ron was intrigued as Hermione started kissing his jawline and neck. She trailed her mouth down his chest to his stomach, her hands lightly tugging at his towel.

She looked up at him seductively yet shyly as she pulled the towel away, exposing his erection. Ron stared at her in shock. Surely she's not about to...

"Hermione," he croaked, a hint of question in his voice. "Are-are you-" he didn't get to finish. Hermione leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock, never taking her eyes off of his. "Bloody fuck," he hissed. She smiled, happy with his response.

"I don't know how good I'll be," she said as she began to run her hand up and down his length, "but I'll try. Tell me if I do anything wrong."

"I don't think there's anything you can do wrong down there Mione," he practically slurred as she kissed him again causing his cock to twitch. She giggled at the sudden movement. He did it again, amused at her reaction. "Oh..um...no teeth?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Goes without saying I would think." She stuck her tongue out and licked him from bottom to top and Ron's mouth dropped open in a silent moan. He completely lost himself in the sight and feel of her. Wild, curly hair splayed across his thighs, tiny hands wrapped around his prick, eyes full of love and lust...and her mouth. Seeing and feeling her mouth along his shaft almost sent him over the edge. He didn't want to let go too quickly, he wanted to enjoy this. Snape in a bikini, Snape in a bikini, Snape in a...bugger fuck this is happening!

She ran her tongue over the tip a few times before finally pushing her mouth down his length. "Oh fuuuuuck Hermione!" Ron threw his head back and moaned. He pressed one hand into her curls and the other fisted the sheets. She started slowly going up and down, taking care to wet him with each round and to keep her teeth tucked behind her lips.

She came off with a loud pop and said, "good?" before giving another lick up the underside of his prick.

"So bloody good Love," Ron groaned as she covered him once again with her mouth. She was able to get half of him in but seemed to get a bit deeper with each go. "Bloody fuck!" Ron moaned as she continued to work up and down his length. He felt himself getting closer and closer and looked down once more. The sight of her took his breathe away. "Fuuuuuuck Ermynee! Fuck love I'm so close!" At that she picked up the pace and Ron thought he was going to jump off the bed. "Love! Oh fuck I'm cumming love!" He made to move her off of him but she brushed his hand away. He felt himself explode inside her mouth with a roar and she stilled herself, sucking and swallowing every last bit of him.

He collapsed on the bed as Hermione released him and crawled up to his side wiping her mouth. "I...fucking...love...you" he panted. "So bloody much."

She giggled, dropping her face to his shoulder, blushing in slight embarassment. "I can't believe I just did that! Was it okay?"

Ron smiled, eyes still closed. "I think you know the answer to that Mione." He opened his eyes and pulled her back on top of him, kissing her full on the mouth. He didn't even mind the taste of him on her mouth, as the fact that she had just tasted him turned him on all over again. He started pulling at her nightgown, bunching it up around her waist. As he kissed her he felt her hot center rubbing up against his stomach. "No knickers again?" he mumbled against her lips.

She sat up and said "I think you know the answer to that Ron," as she pulled the nightgown over her head.

He ran his hands up her body in awe, cupping her breasts and kneading them as she continued to move against him. She shifted back a bit so she was resting on his once again hard cock. "Mmmm Ron you're hard again."

Ron closed his eyes and moaned in response as she moved over him. Feeling how warm and wet she was was almost too much for him. "Mione...I need..."

She leaned over and kissed his lips hard. "I need you inside me Ron," she whispered against her lips. He nodded, sinking his hands in her curls and pulling her in for another deep kiss. Without removing her lips from his, she lifted her bum and lined his tip up with her entrance. In one motion he was deep inside her. "Oooohhhh Rooon," she cried as he released a short chant of 'fucks'. She sat up and began moving over him. He took in the sight above him with wide eyes, completely in awe, watching her breasts bounce and her hair wild all around her. He held her hips to help her as she bucked against him and moaned his name over and over.

"Fuck Mione," he moaned. "You're so fucking gorgeous." She smiled down at him, biting her bottom lip.

"Ron," she sighed throwing her head back, "you feel amazing Ron."

"Love so do you," he managed to pant out as he felt his second orgasm of the night bubbling inside him. Not wanting to cum without her, he slid his thumb over to find her center and started to circle her swollen flesh.

"Oh!" she cried out. "Oh! Don't stop! Oh Merlin!" Hermione started moving even faster on top of him, and he knew it wouldn't be long. Luckily he felt her walls tightening around him just as his bollocks prepared to explode. "I'm cumming Ron!"

"Me...too! Fuck!" They cried out together as she pulsated all around his exploding prick. "Bloody...hell," Ron collapsed fully on the bed as Hermione came down on top of him with a sigh. "Mione," he breathed out, "Love, you're amazing, you are."

"You are too," she sighed. "Merlin I'm tired now."

Ron laughed. "Me too." He grabbed his wand and did a quick cleaning spell on both of them. Then he rolled them to their sides and pulled the blanket over them. He pulled her in close and kissed her temple, running his hands through her hair. "I love you Mione."

She sighed and melted into him completely. " I love you too Ron."

"Someone may have to carry me to practice tomorrow," Ron joked. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "After I finish my homework that is." She shook her head rolling her eyes.

"Honestly, Ronald. Go to sleep."