A/N- Thought I'd post this for all of us who are high-key stressed today. Please enjoy this smutty-smut smut chapter as a way to unwind.

~Dot

Still wrapped in his towel, Ron laid down on the quilt, facing the sky. Hermione joined him and stared up to the cloudy sky.

"See anything interesting?", she asked, remembering that he used to cloud gaze when he was younger.

"See that one," Ron said pointing to a fluffy cloud. "That's a marshmallow. And that one-," he took her hand and guided it to point to another cloud, "that one is candy floss."

Hermione laughed at his uncreative and food-related choices. "Still hungry?", she teased. He laughed and dropped her hand. She turned over to face him, and he did the same. They laid there for some time staring into each other's eyes. She never had appreciated how beautiful his blue eyes were. They were the shade of deep ocean water, with flecks of green and sapphire.

She was enjoying the exploration of his face; the freckles that dotted his cheeks, the blond stubble that was just starting to poke out around his chin, his cherry coloured lips- when he reached out and touched her face. They kept their eye contact as he moved his hand down her face and her neck to her towel-covered waist.

Unburdened by their near-nakedness, Hermione leaned forward and kissed Ron, pulling their bodies closer together. Whatever had made Ron decide to stop kissing earlier, had clearly vanished, as he met her kiss fiercely. He gently nudged her body back, until he was on top of her.

Her towel was pushed back too, and now her body was uncovered. He leaned down, as far as he could, so that their bodies were touching. His damp chest met hers as he began to plant wet kisses down her neck. She moaned softly as he began sucking on her pulse point, and leaned her head back to give him better access. Suddenly, however, she became aware of how intimate they were.

"Ron," she said breathily. He stopped his kissing and pushed himself up so that he was face-to-face with her. "We should probably put some wards up," she said, "so that we can't be seen if someone finds us."

He smiled back at her. "Already done," he said. "I put up invisibility wards this morning."

She stared at him for a moment, taking in what he said, and shook her head. "Okay," she said with a laugh.

"What is it?" he asked at her peculiar reaction.

"Well," she said with a blush. "First you packed towels, then you put up invisibility wards. It seems to me, Ronald Weasley, that you were planning to get me in my knickers."

Ron guffawed at her answer and they both broke out into nervous giggles. "Not planned, per se," he said, "maybe hoped, wished, wanted- but not planned."

She lifted her face to his and kissed his smiling face. He then resumed his neck-kissing operation.

Though, he paused at her shoulder, looking as if he was thinking hard about something, before he sat back on his knees.

His face read concern, and Hermione quickly sat up as well, partially because of his concerned look, and partially because she was now exposed without his body on hers.

"Hermione," he said, looking her straight in her eyes. "You know that I-," he paused, trying to find the right words. "I never want to push you into anything. You know I'm a randy git," he said with a chuckle, "but, I don't want to go too fast for you."

Hermione felt her heart swell. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that he would never push her into anything. But him saying it, and stopping their snogging just to tell her, was incredibly thoughtful. She smiled and nodded her head, before reaching her arms around his shoulder and passionately kissing him. They stayed sitting as their kissing progressed. His hand covered the expanse of her back, though he was very careful not to touch her bra.

She assumed he was waiting for her to make the next move. So, for the second time that day, she acted without thinking. She reached back behind her and undid her bra and carelessly tossed it aside. He froze, his eyes wide and staring at her face. Momentarily, she worried she had done the wrong thing, but her mind was quickly changed as he kissed her lips, hard, pushing her back to a lying position.

His hands moved up and down her side, though still avoiding her newly undressed parts. She grabbed his hand and led it to her breast, causing him to moan a small "fuck" when she did. His hand covered her breast and his other one worked its way up, so that both of his hands were on her.

"Fuck," he said again, before moving his hands down and sitting back again. He let his eyes move to her breasts. She could feel his gaze on her and shut her eyes. She instantly felt vulnerable, realizing that she was almost completely exposed, in more ways than one. What if he didn't like how she looked? Her breasts were nothing to write home about. In fact, Ginny had once joked that the two of them were a part of the itty bitty titty committee. On top of that, she was covered in scars and still looked malnourished- her ribs plainly visible as she sucked a nervous breath in.

With her eyes closed, she didn't notice that he had leaned back on top of her. "You're fucking gorgeous," he whispered into her ear. She sighed at shaky breath as his mouth found hers and his hands found their spot in her breasts again- this time moving and tweaking, exploring her. Much to her delight.

He slowly followed his path down her neck, though this time going past her shoulder. When his tongue found her nipple, she couldn't help but moan. She no longer felt nervous or vulnerable, now all she could feel was Ron's mouth on her and the pleasure he created.

Ron experimented with his tongue, going from one breast to the other, as she pushed her hands through his hair. His hands moved down her and cupped her arse, pushing her closer to him. She could feel that he was as turned on as she was. His hands moved from her arse to the front of her thighs. He stopped just short of her knickers and sucked a breath in, moving his mouth away from her body. He brought his face to hers but didn't kiss her. Instead, he glanced at her with a questioning look.

She knew what he was asking and she nodded her head. He pressed his lips on hers and simultaneously pulled her knickers down. She lifted her bum to help him and kicked them all the way off.

They both gasped at the same time, causing them to break out into nervous giggles, once again. Ron kissed her again, and moved his hands back to the spot they had been, resting on her thighs. Seeming to find his courage, he moved one hand to prop himself up, and the other found her centre.

She took a shaky breath as he explored her with his hands. His fingers found the right spot, causing her to tilt her head back with a moan. He began circling his thumb around his new discovery and she shut her eyes, lost in desire.

The courage he found suddenly doubled, and, as he continued with his thumb, he began to kiss down her body. He stopped just above his hand and began kissing down her thigh. Hermione couldn't help the soft moans that came from her. She unthinkingly spread her legs even more open. Ron took this as an okay and moved his hand to her thigh and his mouth to her bundle of nerves.

She gasped at the feeling. It was nothing like anything she had ever experienced. Sure, she had pleasured herself. But the warmth of his breath mixing with the wetness of his tongue was a new, amazing feeling. He moved his tongue around absentmindedly as his free hand found its way to her, just next to her opening.

He stopped his actions and looked up at her. "Okay?", he asked. She looked at him before nodding her head. They kept eye contact as he slid his finger inside her. She gasped as he did and couldn't help but notice a small smile on his face. He quickly resumed his efforts with his mouth, causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy.

If she thought that what he was doing before was amazing, it wasn't anything compared to now. The feelings he produced were stronger than anything she had felt before. She couldn't believe that he was on her, and inside of her. And he wasn't just any he, he was Ron. The person she had wanted for so long, the person who she had imagined doing this to her nearly every night.

She felt her body begin to tense as he moved his arm from perching him up to her own hand. She squeezed his hand as she came with a low groan. Her legs squeezed his head and she could feel him smile on her as he removed his finger and began kissing back up her body.

He made it to her face, and she opened her eyes, still reeling and panting from her orgasm. They smiled at each other and Ron bent down to kiss her- his mouth tasting of her.

As soon as she regained her energy, she moved his hands to his pants and began to pull them down.

"You don't have to," Ron said.

She looked him directly in his eyes and replied, "I want to." With that, he helped her pull his pants down. She reached for him, grasping her hands around his length, eliciting a groan from him.

"I don't really know what to do," she said nervously. He put his hand on hers and guided her strokes. His face was buried in her neck, and he was mumbling curse word after curse word, with her name scattered in between them.

She used her free hand to bring his face to hers. She kissed him, but it was a struggle, and his mouth kept opening in desire. She brought her mouth to his lower lip and bit gently, much more gently than he had earlier, and let out a husky moan as she did. He released her hand and she began working alone, going faster, in tune with his quickening breaths. She pushed her free hand through his hair, tugging slightly.

"Hermione, I'm gonna-," he said. She began planting small kisses around his face as he let out one last, guttural moan and collapsed on top of her. He laid on her for a moment before rolling off of her.

"Sorry," he said, with his eyes still closed.

"It's alright," she said with a smile before reaching for her wand and cleaning her stomach. She turned to face him and he opened his eyes. She couldn't help but smile at him and he did the same, their smiles gradually turning into fully-fledged laughs. They laid there, smiling, laughing, and kissing, letting time pass until the sun set.

"We should probably head back," Hermione said wistfully, "you wouldn't want to miss dinner," she nudged.

He nodded his head and pushed off the blanket he had put on them some time ago as Hermione had begun shivering again. He had already put on his pants and went down to the edge of the lake to retrieve the rest of their clothes. Hermione had only her knickers on and was having trouble finding her bra.

Her search was fruitless and, as soon as Ron made it back, he got on his knees to help her find it. After a short search, Hermione heard him shout "ah-ha,"- he had found her bra. It had managed to get pushed under the quilt and Ron's blush was barely visible in the dying light as he handed it to her.

"Thanks," she smiled, no longer feeling self-conscious about being exposed in front of him. They dressed in silence and made their way back to the burrow. Before she could open the front door, he ducked down to whisper into her ear. "Pretty good first date, if I do say so myself," he said with a smirk. She beamed back at him and nodded in agreement.