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Time in Australia was lovely, but it's time to go back!
Chapter 27
Going Back Home
When Ron woke up the morning of their last day in Australia, with a naked Hermione partially sprawled over him and his hard cock almost touching her pussy, he couldn't help but felt, at the same time, both utterly happy and yet very sad. He wanted to see his parents and brothers, and Harry and Ginny, but these past two weeks had been like a fantastic honeymoon. He moved his right hand to her ass, caressing her left buttock while he thought about the time they had spent in there, where he had had, without a doubt, the time of his life.
It was truly that he missed his family and Harry. Hermione and he had received a letter from him the Tuesday after they had sent theirs, but they hadn't exchanged more after that. Amanda Clingworth had told them that everything had been arranged and Hermione's parents could travel by portkey with them, so the Ministry already knew about their plans and his dad would tell the rest of the family.
So yes, he missed Harry, and part of him wished he could be here with them, but he wouldn't change these holidays with Hermione for anything. This hotel, the city, the amazing things they had seen …
His mind drifted to the visit to the Great Barrier Reef, which, as Hermione had promised, was indescribable. The day of the visit Hermione and he Apparated to the town of Townville, and once there they were taken to a large cave under sea level. The cave had what looked like a river that led to a second entrance that opened to the sea, but which had a magical barrier that prevented water from flooding the cave entirely.
The river had a few boats that looked like giant shells of different sizes that contained some kind of chairs that seemed to melt with the shell itself. The smallest shells had only two seats, while the largest one had around ten. Ron and Hermione found themselves waiting for a quarter of an hour with another sixty wizards and witches, and then they were invited to occupy a shell for two.
Once they had sat, they were suddenly covered by some sort of bubble that grew from the borders of the shell
"It looks like that Bubble-Head Charm Fleur and Diggory used at the second task of the Triwizard Tournament," commented Ron, looking around.
"It's the same spell, with a few modifications," explained Hermione. "It's much bigger and it also has a Muggle-Repelling and Disillusionment Charms on it. That's why I didn't brought my parents."
"So it's for that?" Ron asked, "I wondered why they couldn't come, if they were allowed to visit the hotel and other places, like the magizoo and the garden."
"These shells are too small. They could get in, but the charms would compel them to jump out of it, it would be extremely uncomfortable. The hotel charms are applied to the surroundings of the island, so if you Apparate inside it's okay. And the zoo and the gardens just have hidden entrances, like Platform Nine and Three-Quarters."
"Is there anything you don't know?" he asked, only half-teasingly, as he was truly in awe of her.
"Of course there are, Ron. Loads."
"You sure?" he asked.
"Of —" she began to say, but shut her mouth when the magically transmitted voice of the tour guide, which had got to the front on a one-person shell, suddenly came from a protuberance at the front of their shell.
"Welcome to the Great Barrier Reef Magical Tour. My name is Ronald Abbott and I'll be your guide today. If you haven't done this before, you're in for one of the most amazing magical experiences of your lives. The entire trip will take us five hours, but only four of those will be underwater. We'll make a one-hour stop at a little island where you can go to the loo or have a snack and drinks."
Ron had known all that in advance, as, of course, Hermione had read all about the tour, and they were carrying drinks and crisps for the trip.
"As surely you have realised, my voice is transmitted to your shells through that little, black stone at your feet. If you press it (you can do it with your foot) you'll be able to communicate with the other shells. Any doubt?"
No one said anything.
"Did you hear the name?" asked Ron. "Do you think he could be related to Hannah?"
Hermione seemed to think about it. "Well, Abbott is not an unusual surname, but it could be. After all, most of the wizards from Australia come from British families that moved here in the Nineteenth century."
Ron nodded as the shells began to sail smoothly towards the entrance. They went through the magical barrier and then they were surrounded by water.
"Amazing …" muttered Ron, looking in awe.
As they moved away from the cave entrance, the shells began to gain speed, moving effortlessly through the crystalline waters. The guide let them enjoy the view for a bit, and then began to talk, explaining the nature of the reefs and the magical aspects of them when they mixed with magical aquatic plants like watermush. He also explained that some of the reefs were home to a type of mermaids and tritons.
"We will see them, though we won't get too close to their kingdom. Though not usually violent, there is a great deal of unrest due to the fact that the barrier is in danger. A great number of corals have died due to climate change and other human causes like pollution and uncontrolled fishing. A few years ago, tritons and mermaids practically waged war against humans, attacking boats and submariners. It was a real mess and posed a great threat to the Statute of Secrecy. The Ministry had to intervene and we managed to make a truce, but things are not well."
Hermione pressed the stone. "What truce was that? The Ministry didn't force tritons and mermaids to retreat, did they?" she asked in worry.
"No, no. That would be unfair and, let's say it, unpractical, as half the tritons and mermaids in the world live in the Reef Kingdom. No, the Ministry just established areas to keep Muggles away, and we're working with the Muggle government to help save the barrier. Losing it, after all, won't just affect mermaids and tritons, but the human race as a whole. For us wizards and witches, it would mean the loss of many magical plants that can only be found in it and that are essential for certain potions and ailments."
Effectively, as they moved around the reefs, they saw some mermaids and tritons. Ron imagined they must be some sort of guardians, and they seem to know Abbott, as one of them bowed to him. However, Ron found their expressions and attitude rather menacing, and thanked Merlin for not having been awake under the lake during the Triwizard Tournament.
After travelling for a while, the shells resurfaced and they got out of them in a small, flat island, where they were offered drinks and food in some sort of cottage that also included bathrooms. Ron asked if all that (and the waiters) was always here, as there wasn't anything else on the island or even other people but the participants in the tour. The guide explained that the cottage did indeed was always there, but the waiters just Apparated from the mainland for the break.
Next to him, Hermione moved a bit, distracting him from his memories. As he squeezed her ass, he couldn't help but smile. Yes, their time in this country had been amazing so far, and the sex …
Fuck, they had had more sex than ever before. In the mornings, at night, even in the middle of the day, on a blanket, when they had gone for a long excursion to Kakadu National Park. Just remembering a few of those times had his cock throbbing. He shifted a bit under her, so his cock was pressing directly against her pussy and kneaded her ass with more fervour. He wanted nothing more but to wake her so they could fuck once more, but they had decided to see a bit of the city's night life the day before, as it was Friday, so they had gone to bed rather late. However, after seeing Hermione in that black dress for hours and even dancing with her a bit, he had jumped on her the moment they had Apparated into the room, which meant it was an hour later when they had finally fallen asleep. However, as he tried to think about other things, she wiggled a bit, making him groan and throwing his reserve to the wind. He needed to have her, so he wrapped the arm under her body around her, pulling her towards him, and kept kneading her ass, now bucking his hips a bit against her groin.
"Ron …?" she muttered sleepily through her curtain of hair.
"Hermione," he whispered huskily, his finger sliding along her crack and then rubbing at her asshole. "I really, really want to fuck you right now," he added, bucking his hips more and pressing with his left arm to position her pussy directly over his cock so his tip brushed against her clit with every move.
"Ron …"
Hermione moved his hand to her hair and parted it, pushing it over her back and her right shoulder so he could see her face. She lifted her head a bit, her eyes still half-open. Ron, however, found her incredibly sexy and alluring and claimed her mouth in a kiss. She simply let him do for a bit, and then, slowly, began to reciprocate, kissing him back.
Ron groaned into her mouth and then rolled them over so he was between her legs. He continued kissing her for a minute, rubbing himself along her dampening slit, and then moved his mouth down to her neck, her tits (where he spent some time paying attention to her nipples) and then lower and lower until he was between her thighs, spreading her legs and bending her right one so he was face to face with her beautiful pussy.
"Do you want it, Hermione?" he asked before passing his tongue over her clit.
"Mmmh, Rooon …" she whimpered. "Yes, lick me … This is such a wonderful way to wake up …"
Ron grinned and began to feast on her juicy pussy, licking her folds, fucking her with his tongue, lapping her juices, sucking on her clit. Meanwhile, she didn't stop bucking her hips, grinding against his face while she moaned and touched her own tits lazily.
Seeing Hermione touching herself while he drove her mad with his tongue was one image he would never tire of watching, so he redoubled his efforts, focusing on her clit, and then shoved one finger into her pussy and another in her ass, starting a triple assault.
She came like a banshee, chanting 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' very loudly as she thrashed on the bed, her body overwhelmed by pleasure.
Once she was done, he crawled up her body, kissing her stomach and tits while she trembled from time to time due to the aftershocks of her orgasm and then took possession of her mouth again, swallowing her loud moan when he entered her hard. Once deep inside the tight warmth of her pussy, he lifted her thigh, pressed it against his body and slid his hand under her ass, squeezing her cheek hard while he started to fuck her purposely, withdrawing just a bit before plunging back in with force.
"Shit, you feel so amazingly tight, Hermione!" he grumbled against her, pushing with his cheek against hers so she would tilt her head to the side, giving him access to her beautiful, creamy neck. He sucked on it hard, leaving a mark, before taking her earlobe between his teeth and pulling slightly.
"Gods, Ron, ahhhh … Don't stop. Mmmmh, don't stop …" she moaned, her fingers moving down his back until her hands stopped on his clenching buttocks, grabbing him lustfully. Ron lifted his body, supporting himself with his hands on the mattress and began to thrust even harder, now taking out half of his hard dick out before thrusting back in, his groin slamming noisily against hers.
"Like this?" he asked, his voice strained and hoarse. "Do you like it like this, Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron, yes! I love it! Keep going! Gods, keep fucking me hard, it feels amazing! I'm getting close again! Oh, gods!"
Ron groaned and went wild, fucking her without restrain. His arousal almost too high after rubbing himself against her and having eaten her pussy. He wasn't going to last, but he didn't mind, as he was sure he could keep fucking her with barely a pause. So he chased his own orgasm selfishly, sitting on his knees before lifting his legs against his chest and moving at top speed in and out of her slick pussy.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Roon! Oooh, fuuuuck!"
"Shit, Hermione! I'm about to explode!"
In and out. In and out. In and out … and then in as deep as possible as his dick throbbed.
"Hermione, cumming! Cumming!" he shouted as his cock spurted and spurted in her hungry pussy, waves of the most intense pleasure coursing his body, leaving him warm and tingly in its wake.
Once done, he paused a moment to breathe deeply and watch her. She was stating back at him, her eyes dark with lust while her tits heaved wonderfully.
"I love watching you cum in me," she blurted out.
Ron groaned, his cock still hard, and began to move once more. He released her legs and lay over her, being careful not to crush her body while he moved slowly but with power, rubbing against her clit every time.
"I want you to cum for me, Hermione. I want you to cum hard."
"Yes, Ron, yes, I'm almost there … Oh, gods, you're so good! So good! Rooon!"
"Cum around my cock, Hermione!" he demanded, slamming hard into her.
Hermione wrapped her legs around him and clenched them hard, trapping him with his cock hard in her pussy and then she went over the edge, her perfect hole tightening deliciously around his shaft.
"Ohhhh, yes! YES, RON!" she cried as her body was seized again in orgasm for the second time in ten minutes.
Ron kept fucking her, grinning smugly as he watched her convulse, her expression showing the intense pleasure she was feeling. Then, when she finally was done, he took his cock out of her pussy and, lifting her legs once more, pushed them against her own chest.
"Ron …?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
"Gonna finish in your ass," he stated. "I've never fucked your ass while facing you and I want that. I want you to watch me while I cum in your perfect hole …"
She just stared at him and Ron's heartbeat became faster with anticipation. Sitting on his knees, he told her to grab her own legs, and then used his hands to spread her cheeks a bit, though in this position was not really necessary.
Knowing this was not the most comfortable position, Ron lowered his head, spat on her anus and then placed his tip against it. Locking eyes with hers, he pushed, groaning in pleasure when he went in and her snug asshole tightened against him, enveloping his cock in the most delightful glove.
"Unngh, Hermione …"
"How is it?" she asked, her voice deep and husky. "Better or worse than when you fuck it from behind?"
"Different, but equally amazing … Tight. Your ass is so tight in any position, Hermione … Oh, fuck …" he moaned as he started to move in and out her.
"Gods, Ron, I feel so full of you!"
"Do you like it?" he asked, increasing the tempo of his fucking.
"Yes, Ron. It's a real turn on, seeing you on top of me while you fuck my ass, seeing the pleasure on your face … Keep going, Love. Fuck me hard and fast, you made me cum so good twice, I want you to cum very hard again in my ass. I know how much you love that …"
Ron groaned and bent over her, burying himself deeper into her butt, and put his left hand on her right leg, using it to support himself. Then he moved the other to grab her round tits. He was thankful he had come just a few minutes before, or her dirty talk combined with the amazing tightness of her ass would have done him in. But as he had come recently, he prepared himself to really enjoy her ass and, holding onto her bent leg, began to pump into her asshole, relishing not just the amazing feeling but her expression of pleasure.
Ron squeezed her tit, enjoying its fullness and moved harder. His balls slapped against her ass as he fucked her tight hole. He closed his eyes briefly, savouring the incredibly sensation of her muscles pressing against him from all sides, making every thrust feel simply amazing.
Not having to restrain his own climax, he felt himself approaching the verge quickly. He looked between them, his eyes pausing on her glistening, swollen cunt before moving a bit down, to the point where his cock was going in and out of her body. The image was so erotic his entire body tingled and his sac contracted, ready to fire its load once more.
"Hermione, fuck, gonna cum …!"
"In me, Ron!" she moaned, her right hand moving to cup his own hand over her breast. "In me!"
"Shit, you're tightening your — Oh, fuuuck, Hermione! Ohh, oh, unnnngggh!" he grunted as the unbearable tightness milked his cock dry. He had cum hard in her pussy, but this felt even more intense as he shot and shot into her clenching ass.
He gave a last few erratic thrusts into her ass to make sure all of it ended deep in her. His body shaking, he was tempted to just fall on top of her, but, knowing she must be a bit uncomfortable, he moved to the side before dropping next to her, allowing her to lower her legs. Hermione caressed her own stomach in a really erotic way, and Ron wondered if she wanted more. If she did, certainly he would give it to her.
She turned her head to look at him, a smile on her lips. "Two holes full of your seed," she said. "Happy?"
"Very," he said proudly. He didn't know if that was a masculine thing or what, but hearing her say that made him feel manly and powerful. And turned on. He looked down at her slightly parted thighs and imagined his cum leaking from both her holes. His cock, almost limp, twitched again. He leaned towards her and kissed her mouth, his hand moving over the perfect mounds of her tits.
"Mmmh, Ron …"
They kissed unhurriedly for a few minutes, enjoying their taste and closeness and then she suggested a shower. They had to go to Hermione's parents to get them and take care of their luggage before going to the Ministry. Their portkey was scheduled for thirty-six past ten, and it was almost half-past eight, so, if they wanted breakfast, they should get up and go down shortly.
"I was sleeping peacefully, you know, before you decided to abuse me," Hermione commented.
"Well, you had your leg over my crotch and were moving it against my cock, so it was all your fault, actually."
"You could have moved it away and leave me in peace, you know," she retorted with a slight smile.
"Yeah, and you could have pushed me away and continue sleeping, but instead you asked me to lick your fantastic pussy. And well, you came twice, and really hard, so I don't think you can really complain," he argued.
"Mmmh," she said. "It's true I came really good. So I suppose I forgive you …"
"What!? You forgive me?"
Hermione laughed at him and then rolled to get to the border of the bed. As she did this, Ron's eyes quickly zeroed on her sexy, round ass. "I'll show you, you cheeky witch," he said and, before she could get out of bed, he moved on the bed, grabbed her hip and lowered his face to her bum, playfully biting her right buttock.
"Ron!" she squealed.
"Mmmh, your ass is perfect in every way imaginable: soft, round, fleshy, tasty, amazingly tight …"
She kicked him on his thigh and used the distraction to get out of his clutch and out of bed.
"Blimey, Hermione," he protested in mock pain. "I give you pleasure and you give me pain. How is that fair?"
"Well, as I allowed you to fuck my — how did you describe it? Ah, yes, my 'soft, round, fleshy, tasty, amazingly tight ass' I think we're even in that aspect."
"Okay, okay," he conceded. "I can't win against you, can't I?"
"No, you can't. I need to use the bathroom and then I'll get the shower running," she informed him. "Don't fall asleep again!" she warned him as she closed the door.
Ron let himself fall onto his back, his arms sprawled. He really was going to miss this bed, big and comfortable as it was. How many times had he and Hermione fucked on it? Twenty? Twenty-five? Add to those the times they had done it in the hot tub, in the shower, on the couch, against the window … His cock twitched once more and he grinned widely. Maybe Hermione and Lavender were right, and he had a magical cock. And, luckily, he had a girlfriend that matched his sexual drive.
She really was perfect for him, in every aspect.
When he heard the shower running he finally got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. Hermione was already in the stall, her fantastic body under the spray. Ron was about to join her when he realised he wanted to take a piss. His eyes moved between the stall and the toilet a few times. Neither of them had done something like this in front of the other and he wasn't sure if he should. Part of him knew it was stupid, as they had done so many things to each other. He had had his tongue inside her ass, for fuck's sake!
So, without giving it another thought, he lifted the lid and pointed his dick downwards, thankful it hadn't got completely hard after reviving some of their encounters and seeing her naked in the shower.
"Ron?" she heard him ask when he was about to finish, and turned his head to look at her.
"What?"
"Are you — are you — urinating?"
Ron gave his dick a few tugs and let out a chuckle, amused. "Urinating? Really, Hermione?" he asked. "But yes, Love, for your information, I am taking a piss," he added, flushing the toilet. Then lowered the lid and moved to the stall. "What?" he asked, seeing the way she was watching him.
"Nothing. It's just you've never — well, before …"
He shrugged, trying to appear confident though he was fearing he had screwed up. Maybe it was too soon for this kind of familiarities?
"You've seen my cock shooting liquid before, Hermione. Plenty of times, in fact …"
"Ron!"
"Do you think it's disgusting?" he asked, his doubts finally showing through the walls of confident behaviour he had tried to put around him. "It's just — well, we've been together for a long time, and — dunno, I want to feel comfortable with you in any situation and —"
He couldn't continue because she grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth down for a kiss.
When she pulled away, he blinked a few times. "What was that for?"
"For being you," she said. "I know it's stupid, but I feel elated that you're so comfortable with me you can — well, take a piss with me in the room."
"Well, I really needed to, so I didn't have another choice. Now you must do that as well, so we're even. Though I warn you, I might find that hot …"
Hermione opened her eyes in shock. "You might find hot seeing me peeing? Really?"
"Well, I find it hot every time I see your pussy, so …" he trailed off, cupping her between her legs and rubbing. Hermione seemed like she wanted to protest, but that was lost in a soft moan. Ron grinned and pushed her against the wall, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss as the water fell over them and he used two fingers to rub her folds and clit.
"Tell me to keep going," he said huskily.
"Keep going," she said immediately, pressing herself against his fingers. He kissed them again and began to make circles around her clit, driving her mad with desire. She pressed her body against him, taking his other hand and lifting it to her breasts, which he began to knead and squeeze eagerly. "Mmmh, Ron, yesss … Gods, I don't know what you do to me … I already came twice but you touch me and all I can think is that I want more … Ahh, fuck, so good … So good, Ron …"
"Fuck, Hermione," he growled, his cock throbbing with need. He lowered his face and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily while he continued to rub her, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. Hermione moved her hands to his head and ruffled his hairs, holding him against her tits while she humped his hand wantonly.
Ron let himself get lost in the sounds of her moans, the water falling over them, the taste of her tits and the feel of her pubic hairs against his hand as he rubbed her. He kept sucking and sucking as her arousal grew around them, her moans getting louder, until she began to pant, her orgasm approaching. "Ron, I'm so close … so close … Gods, don't stop, don't stop I'm — I'm — Ohhhhhh, Ron, yesyesyesyesssssss!" she moaned loudly, her arms holding his head against her chest while her entire body shook as she came undone. Ron kept moving his fingers until she clamped her legs, stilling his hand, and then he took it away and grabbed her waist to hold her and claim her mouth in a kiss. She intensified it at once, shoving her tongue inside and snogging him passionately.
When they finally parted their mouths, she was grinning brightly, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "That was wonderful, Ron …"
"My horny witch," he muttered, kissing her again.
Hermione slid her hands over his chest, her nails racking over his hairs as their lips moved against each other's, and then, slowly, she moved south, until she was touching his aching dick.
"Hermione …"
She smiled and moved around him, caressing his shoulders and then his sides as she rubbed her hard nipples and breasts against his back, making him groan. She positioned herself behind his right side and pressed her body against his, her tits against his arm and right shoulder blade. Her left hand moved to his ass and she kneaded it wantonly while her right one moved down his chest and his stomach until she had his cock back on her hand.
"Want me to wank you off, Ron?" she asked sultrily, her left hand sliding between his legs to cup his balls from behind.
"Fuck, Hermione, yesssss …!" he hissed in pleasure, moving his feet further apart to give her hand more space.
Hermione's smile grew and she began to stroke him, slowly gaining speed while she kept fondling his bollocks. Ron put his hand on the wall for support and then simply surrendered to the pleasure she was giving him. Hermione peppered his shoulder and neck with kisses, whispering against his ear, telling him how much she wanted to see him cum all over the wall and her hand.
Ron groaned and began to thrust against her tight fist, looking down. The image of her small hand wrapped around his shaft only fuelled his arousal and he felt his sac tightening.
"Hermione, I'm going to cum! Fuck, I'm going to cum!" he shouted in warning. Hermione moved a bit, and he saw her look down at his cock, an eager expression on her face.
"Cum for me, Ron. Let it all out."
Roaring in pleasure, Ron thrust forwards and exploded, his cock firing spurt after spurt against the wall. Hermione moaned and stroked him faster, intensifying his pleasure and helping him get to an state of utter, absolute satisfaction.
"Like that, like that, Ron. Shoot more!"
Ron groaned and kept bucking his hips despite his trembling legs as she milked the last drops out of his dick, which fell on her hand, coating it in his seed.
Ron pressed his head against the tiles and sighed as his body calmed down from the intense orgasm. Hermione gave him a few more tugs and then released him. She leaned against the wall as well and, when she was sure he was watching her, she licked her fingers clean.
"You did so well, Ron," she said huskily, and then moved her hand to the splattered wall, touching the cum there before the water dragged it down.
"Hermione, you're gonna be the death of me."
"But it'll be the sweetest death ever, won't it?" she replied, pulling him in for a tender, brief kiss.
"Definitely," he muttered against her lips.
After that, they finished showering and then got ready to leave. As they had kept most of their things in Hermione's bag, it only took them five minutes to pack everything.
"I'm going to miss this room," commented Ron as they made one last check to ensure they had everything. Hermione nodded as they took one last look at the view of the city. The weather was cloudy today, as if it was also sad they were leaving the country.
"Me too," she said. "It's really been an amazing couple of weeks."
Ron put and arm around her back and kissed her temple. "Let's go, Love."
They closed the door and went down to the lobby and then the restaurant, where soon they were having a good breakfast to make up for all the energy they had spent last night and this morning.
"We talked about a lot of things these days," she said as she ate her toast, "but we've never brought up the topic of what we'll do once we're back."
"Enjoy the summer?" he suggested after swallowing.
"It's still Spring at home," replied Hermione. "But I was referring to the long run. I mean, I think I'd like to go back to Hogwarts in September and finish my education."
Ron had assumed this would surely be the case. Hermione was not a person to leave anything unfinished, and school was really important for her. But he also knew he could not go back.
"What about you?" she asked when he didn't say anything, looking at him with a look close to fear, as if afraid of his response.
"I can't go back to school, Hermione. I mean, I suppose in some way it would be good to have a normal year where no one tries to kill Harry — or any of us, for that matter. But after this last year … I simply can't go back to school rules and classes and such."
"Oh," she said, nodding.
"You expected me to go back?"
She shrugged. "Not really, but I won't deny I hoped … Hogwarts won't be the same without you, or Harry," she admitted, sounding a bit dejected.
"I'm pretty sure Harry will join the Auror Office."
"And what about you?"
"I haven't decided yet, but that sounds good. I mean, I'll have a job, and I think I can do well in there. You sure you'd rather go back to lessons instead of joining?"
"I'm tired of fighting, Ron. I did it because I had to, but I won't miss it at all. I prefer fighting with my brain than with my wand."
He nodded. It wasn't as if he didn't know that, after all.
"So — we'll be apart," she said, unable to mask the sadness in her voice.
Ron looked at her and nodded again, swallowing the lump in his throat before speaking. "Yes, we will. And I don't want that."
"Neither do I."
A heavy silence fell over them as they munched on their food.
"It'll be only for ten months," pointed Hermione after a few minutes, though Ron didn't know if she was trying to reassure him or herself. "And we can meet at Hogsmeade. You'll visit me, won't you?"
"As frequently as I can," he promised. "And you're right, it'll just be a few months. And, in any case, we both know I'd only get you distracted before NEWTs, and you'd end up chucking me or hexing me or something like that."
"I could never break up with you. I love you," she said in a rather emotional tone, her eyes glistening.
Ron got closer to her, deeply touched by her statement and the powerful emotion behind her words, and grabbed her hand. "Hey, Love," he whispered softly. "September is still very far away. We've still got loads of time left."
"I know, but — what if something happens when I'm at Hogwarts? What if you need my help and I'm not there? And who'll make sure I don't pass out at the library for lack of food?"
"I'll make Ginny swear to check on you. And we'll think of something so we can be in contact, something better than owls. And I promise you I'll be very, very careful."
She nodded. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me, I —"
"We've been together and seeing each other all the time for ten months, it's normal. Part of me can't stand the idea of you being out of my sight. In fact, I can't assure you I won't put a potion on your breakfast on the first of September so you can't leave."
She let out a laugh and he smiled. "Maybe I wouldn't mind."
Ron laughed and put a kiss on her hand. "I love you, Hermione. We went through much together, and a few months away won't pull us apart. And once you break the record for most 'Outstanding's in NEWT history, we'll be together again and —" he felt his ears turn pink "— well, maybe even find our own flat, or house and — and live together."
She looked at him with such intensity he felt his body warm up. "I'd love that."
"Really?" he asked, a bit surprised. "You think you can put up with me?"
"You'll have to clean and be tidier, and I'm sure we will drive each other a bit mad at first, but that's exactly what I want. That's us, and I like us."
"I like us as well."
Smiling at each other and glad that they had talked about their plans for the future, they finished their breakfasts. Once they were done, they went to the reception and checked out, thanking the hotel personnel for their kindness and congratulating them about running such an amazing place before Apparating to Hermione's parents'.
"Hi, dears," greeted Hermione's mother with a big grin the moment she opened the door. "Ready to go back?"
"Hi, Mum," said Hermione. "Yes, completely ready."
"I suppose so," said Ron with a sigh, sounding much less sure. Jean looked at him and her smile broadened.
"It's hard to go back to the real world, right, Ron?" she commented. "Sorry for that. We, on the other hand, are really eager to go back to England, though I won't lie, we're a bit nervous about that portkey thing."
"Think that you'll be there in barely a few seconds instead of having to spend twelve hours in a plane," said Hermione, walking into the living room, where her parents had been putting all their luggage. "Where's dad?"
"Right here," he said, coming into the room with another bag. "This is the last one, honey," he told his wife, then looked at Ron and Hermione. "Good morning. Ready to go back?"
"Yes, though we'll miss this. It was so relaxing, after the year on the run," answered Hermione. "So you've got everything sorted?"
Her father nodded. "Yes. We returned the car yesterday and signed the paperwork about the house. We've just got to leave the key under the doormat and the people from the real state agency will pick it up later."
"Perfect."
"Let's go, then?" said Ron.
The Grangers nodded. "Ready to go back, Love?"
She smiled up at him. "Eager."
Hermione smiled at them and then used her wand to quickly shrink all the bags, then put them inside her beading bag. Afterwards, Hermione grabbed her father's hand and Ron grabbed Jean's.
"Let's go," said Hermione, and Disapparated. Ron looked at Jean for confirmation and she nodded. A moment later, they were outside the entrance to the Ministry. The Grangers looked at the dome in awe, and then shivered.
"Are you all right?" Ron asked them.
"No. I feel — I don't know how to explain it …" said Jean, wrapping her arms around her.
"Itchy?" suggested her husband, and she nodded. "It's as if our bodies didn't want to be here. I feel about to run away. What's this, Hermione? It had never happened before when we Apparated."
"It's the Muggle-repelling charms," explained Hermione. "Let's get inside, away from the barrier, and you'll feel better."
The Grangers nodded and followed Hermione when she hurried towards the main doors. Before she reached them, they opened and by themselves and they went in, where a smiling Amanda was waiting for them.
"Good morning," she greeted them. "Mr Granger, Mrs Granger, a pleasure to meet you. Sorry for this, but the effect of the charms will pass soon."
They nodded, taking a few deep breaths.
"Is everything sorted?" Amanda asked Hermione. "Do you need us to take care of anything else?"
"Everything's all right," said Hermione, grateful. "Thank you so much for your help."
"It was a pleasure," she said. She looked at Hermione's parents, who looked more like themselves now. "Better?"
"Yes," answered Jean. "Thank you for your help, by the way. A pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine. I hope you enjoyed your stay in our country."
"We did," William said. "A shame it wasn't in the best of circumstances, but we promise to come back one day and truly enjoy it."
Amanda beamed. "We'll be honoured. Now, your portkey will go off in twenty minutes, so we've got time to spare. Do you want a tea or something?"
"No, thank you. We've just had breakfast."
Amanda nodded and led them to the Portkey office.
"This place is amazing," commented Hermione's mother, looking around. "Really impressive."
"Thank you. We're rather proud of it."
"Didn't you say the British Ministry was underground, Hermione?" her father asked.
"Yes. Though London weather is not as good, so I suppose having magical windows can be an advantage."
They laughed at this, and then Amanda asked Hermione and Ron about their visit to the Great Barrier Reef and other places. Hermione responded enthusiastically. Time flew by as they talked and soon it was time for them to leave.
"Well, as stated, I'm glad you enjoyed your time with us, and hope to see you again."
"Thank you so much for everything," said Hermione.
"Yeah," nodded Ron. "Especially for the hotel. That was a bit over the top, but we're glad anyway."
Amanda laughed at this. Then the portkey (a simple stone) began to glow, and she told them to touch it.
"Hold onto it," Hermione told her parents. "It'll be a bit uncomfortable, but it'll pass very soon."
"Have a nice trip!" exclaimed Amanda before the portkey got off and then disappeared. Ron felt Hermione's mother clutch her free hand very tightly around his wrist, and he would have yelped had he been able to. Then, suddenly, they landed on solid floor and they breathed again.
"Fuck," muttered Ron, closing his eyes to hold back the nausea.
"Gods, that was horrible!" whined William. "Jean, are — urgh — are you fine? I think I'm going to throw up."
"Me too."
"Don't worry, don't worry!" Ron heard his dad's beaming voice. "Have this and you'll feel good immediately!"
"A-Arthur?" asked William as someone put a glass on Ron's hand.
"Yes, it's me. Welcome back. Now drink."
Ron gulped down his potion and felt instant, marvellous relief and his vision cleared, revealing the Grangers' living room. He saw his father giving Hermione her potion, and he grasped the other remaining glass and gave it to Jane.
"Drink this and you'll feel better."
She did as told, drowning it in one gulp, and then sighed. She opened her eyes and Ron saw them become glassy with emotion. "Home," she muttered. "Gods, we're home!"
"Welcome back," said Ron's dad, grinning widely.
"Dad? I didn't expect you to be here."
"Well, someone had to be here to give you the potions and I offered."
"But it's very late," said William, looking all around, as if he couldn't really believe he was in his house when a minute before he had been on the other side of the world. "What time is it?"
"Just twenty past eleven," said Ron's dad. "So, don't worry, I'm perfectly fine. How are you? It must have felt uncomfortable, taking a portkey for the first time, and one to such distance."
"Now, better," answered William, "though for a moment I believed I was going to die of asphyxiation. What a horrible feeling."
"Yes, portkeys to the other side of the world are not pleasant, but well, they're much faster than planes. Though I'd choose the plane without a doubt, I'd love to see how they fly without magic and —"
"Dad, not now," Ro cut in.
"Oh, yes, yes. Sorry, you must be really tired." He looked at Ron. "How are you, Son? Did you have a good trip?"
"It was fantastic," Ron answered, grinning and trying not to blush.
"You'll have to tell me everything," his father replied, already excited. "Now, are you coming home?"
"Er —" he said, unsure. The truth was that he really wanted to stay. He didn't feel ready to be away from Hermione so soon.
"Stay, Ron," intervened William, smiling at him. "You can go home tomorrow. That is — if your parents don't mind."
"Not at all," said his father. "I'll see you tomorrow then. You all are invited for a welcome dinner at the Burrow tomorrow night, but, if you still feel too tired or need to take care of things, don't worry. I tried to tell Molly you surely had loads of things to do, but she insisted."
"That's so kind of her," said Jane with a smile. "Tell her we'll be happy to go."
"Yes," agreed William.
"Perfect!" said Ron's dad, clasping his hands together and beaming. "Have a good night, then!"
"Thanks again, Arthur."
He made a gesture with his hand, dismissing the importance of what he'd done and then Disapparated.
Once he had gone, Hermione's parents moved around the house, as if trying to convince themselves that they were not dreaming and they were actually back in England, then they took their things to their bedroom to unpack. Hermione decided to unpack as well. Once she had finished, she and Ron went back to the kitchen to prepare tea. They were taking the cups and kettle to the living room when Hermione's parents came back down.
"The house is spotless," commented Jane after taking a sip. "Thank you both for it."
"It was the least we could do," said Ron.
"After almost forcing you to leave your home and your country, I couldn't let you come back to a dirty, partially ransacked house."
"Hermione, honey, you didn't force us."
"Still," replied Hermione, stubborn.
"We're back home, and that's what matters," said her father, grasping her hand in his.
They kept drinking and, by the time they finished their cups, Hermione's parents were yawning.
"I can't understand it, we've been up for just a few hours," commented William, frowning.
"It's the effect of the portkey, because it was your first time, and the potion. It can cause some drowsiness sometimes. I suppose it's stronger for Muggles," explained Hermione.
"Well, I think it's fantastic, it'll help us get accustomed to this time zone faster," said Jane, suppressing another yawn. She looked at her husband. "Bed, dear?"
He nodded.
"We'll clean, go to bed," said Hermione, taking out her wand.
Her parents embraced her and then, with a 'good night', they retired upstairs.
Ron followed Hermione to the kitchen and watched her as she took care of the cups and kettle, washing then quickly with a charm.
"So — we're back," he said when she turned to face him.
She smiled. "Yes, we are."
"Feel strange, doesn't it?" he commented. "I'm going to miss that room."
"So will I," she said, a nostalgic look on her face. "But we'll go back. And see other places."
"Good," he nodded, eager for that time to come. The war was over, and he was going to get a good, well-paid job. They had their lives ahead of themselves, and he was determined to enjoy everything with her. "What do you want to do?" he asked her, changing the subject.
She shrugged. "I think we should go to bed, to adapt our bodies to Britain's time."
"Yeah … though I'm not sleepy at all."
"Neither am I, but I want to take a shower, so I'll get the water very hot. Combined with the noise of the rain outside, it'll be enough to make me sleepy, I hope."
Ron looked at the window. "Yeah, we can't deny we're back in England."
"Do you want to have a shower as well?"
"Tempting," he said, grinning lewdly at her. "But your parents are here and we had one just a few hours ago. I'll wait for you in your room, with one of your books. That should make me sleepy."
Hermione slapped him playfully on his arm. "Idiot. My books are not boring."
"Right," said Ron with a smirk, earning another scowl from her.
They went to the second floor and Hermione got into the bathroom while Ron moved to her room. He closed the door and examined her shelves for a bit, until he decided to read one of those Muggle fairy tales she was always telling him about. She had showed him 'Snowy White,' which he had found ridiculous. Would all of them be like that? He located the book and, after taking all his clothes except his pants, he got under the covers and rested against the headboard. Looking at the index, he saw 'Cinderella' and, remembering Harry and Hermione had mentioned that one once, he went to the page and began to read.
He was shaking his head at the absurdity of it when he heard Hermione open the door.
"Hermione, why it is always the step-mother the evil one?" he asked before lifting his eyes from the book. "I mean, it's something common in the Muggle world or — Fuck!" he exclaimed. As he talked, he had moved his gaze to her, and the view of her body, still damp and wrapped in a little towel made him forget all about Muggle tales.
"What?" she asked, stopping on the way to her wardrobe to look at him.
"You. You look hot."
She shook her head, though she was smiling. "Ron, you've seen me in a towel, and naked, loads of times."
"Yeah, and it still is as amazing as the first time."
She blushed a bit and looked away. Ron followed her with his hungry gaze as she opened one of the drawers to retrieve her nightgown. As she bent over, Ron got a glimpse of the underside of her perfect ass. He licked his lips, his cock already growing.
"What were you asking me?" she inquired, taking off the towel and putting it on the chair.
"What?" he replied. He had heard her, but had not been able to process her words. His mind was completely addled by the image of her tits.
"What were you asking me when I came in?" she repeated, turning a bit to look at him. As she did, Ron's eyed went down on their own, focusing on the triangle of curls between her legs.
Mmmh, pussy. Hot, tight, wet, wonderful pussy, his libido roared, practically drooling.
"Ron!" she exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips. She clearly intended to sound harsh, but she only managed to get his attention back on the jiggle of her tits. Ron grunted and put the book on the top of her nightstand carelessly. Then he shoved the sheet and blankets off him and lowered his pants, revealing his hard dick.
"Come 'ere," he demanded, his voiced dripping with desire. "Wrap that pretty pussy of yours around my cock."
Hermione lifted her eyebrows and glared at him, trying to look appalled, or even offended, yet she couldn't avoid throwing a very quick glance at his cock. He smiled smugly and put his hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly.
"Come on, Hermione. What better way to get sleepy than to work out?"
"And that's supposed to entice me?" she replied.
"Yeah. Come on, Hermione, your nipples are hard. You're aroused."
"I'm cold."
"I'll warm you up."
She narrowed his eyes at him. Knowing he would have to try harder, he got up, enjoying the game. A game that, most surely, would end with him buried in her tight snatch as he cum hard.
He approached her and stopped just a foot away from her. Then he grabbed her hand and took it to his hard cock.
"Touch it. Feel how hard you make me."
At this, Hermione's scowl deepened. Quickly, she took her hand away from his prick and then pushed him on the chest, making him fall back onto the bed.
"Hey!"
"Ronald Weasley, you could always be insufferable, but now you add arrogant to the list of your faults!"
"Er — no, I —" he muttered, cursing himself for being a complete idiot. He was about to apologise to her when she moved and, swiftly, straddled his waist, positioning her pussy just above his cock.
"I'm really mad at you know," she declared, just before taking him deep in her already moist cunt. Both moaned in pleasure.
"H-Hermione, you're — fuck! —- you're sending me very confusing signals, you know … oh, shit …"
"I'm going to ride your cock and cum, Ron, and then we're not talking. Is that clear?" she said harshly, still glaring at him.
"Er — yeah …"
And then Hermione began to ride him, hard and fast, almost with fury. Ron arched his back and rolled his eyes, his body surrendering to the amazing sensations her pussy was giving him. She put her hands on his chest and moved even quicker, taking him with ease and animalistic desire. At first, Ron was even afraid of touching her, but, after barely half a minute he was unable to stand it and put his hands on her hips, the tips of his fingers grazing her buttocks. She moaned and rode him vigorously, sending shivers of the utmost pleasure down his spine. It was not that the sex per se was the best they had ever had, he enjoyed it more from behind, but seeing her like this, so dominant, almost — almost using him, was amazing.
When Hermione didn't protest, he used his hands to help her. She didn't complain and just moaned louder. Ron forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch her as she tilted her head back, revealing her slender, sexy neck and making her awesome tits even more prominent. However, after a bit she let out a growl of frustration and grabbed his hands. Ron felt afraid he had done something wrong, but, when instead of putting his hands away she took them to her breasts, forcing him to cup them, he could only stare at her.
"Shit …"
"Don't talk!" she barked at him, and kept riding his aching cock. Ron shut his mouth and let her continue, simply watching her close her eyes and enjoy his cock to the fullest. Yet, after barely a few seconds, she opened her eyes once more and, slowing down, glared at him.
Ron was going to ask what the hell had he done wrong this time, when realisation hit him, and he began to move his hands, kneading her tits and using his thumbs to rub her nipples
Hermione moaned loudly in approval and went back to the furious riding. Ron stared as she practically bounced on top on him. He saw the tell-tales of an approaching orgasm when her breathing became ragged an uneven and her body began to jerk erratically. Then, slamming herself onto him with all her force, she climaxed hard, her pussy clenching spasmodically around him while she let out a cry of bliss.
Ron began to thrust up, helping her achieve a better, longer orgasm and kept squeezing her tits the way she loved until, spent, she stopped moving, her hand hanging between her shoulders, her bushy, wonderful hair all around her face while she panted.
For a moment, Ron just stopped, not daring to move and barely to breathe. Was he allowed to cum? His mind was telling him that he should wait, but his cock, on the verge or release, was screaming for him to fuck her and cum. As he was not famous for take advice from his brain, and being a horny eighteen-year-old boy, his cock won, so he grabbed her waist and rolled them over until he was positioned on top of her, his hands on both sides of her. He looked into her face, searching for permission.
"Do it. Finish."
Ron's libido roared and he began to move quickly, thrusting powerfully into her wonderful, hot, incredibly wet pussy. Using his left hand for support, he moved the other back to her tits and kneaded it roughly as he fucked her. In less than a minute, he felt his balls contracting, so he buried his cock as deep as he could in her cunt and came with a growl of pleasure.
"Fuuuuuck!"
He kept thrusting until he had emptied himself in her, and then rolled off her, lying next to her side and putting his right arm over her belly.
"So — are we not speaking, then?"
Hermione's only response was a 'hmmpf.'
"Hermione, I understand if you're mad at me — Well, no, to be honest, I have no bloody idea. Was I rude? 'Cause I'm rude all the time. And you enjoy my dirty talk. So — well, what I'm trying to say is that it's okay if you're mad, but I'd rather you weren't. It feels wrong to cuddle with you after sex if you're mad at me."
Hermione looked at him, an undecipherable expression on her face, and then her lips curved into a smile and her eyes filled warmth and love. He let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding.
"I'm not mad at you. But if you can order me to 'wrap my pussy around your cock', then I get to use your body for my own pleasure."
Ron laughed and kissed the tip of her cute nose. "Love, you've got my permission to use me for your pleasure, whenever you want."
"I'll keep than in mind," she said, getting up. Ron watched her as she took her wand and cast a Cleaning Charm on them both. Then she finally put on the nightdress, though without underwear, and they got under the blankets, snuggling together. Ron turned off the lights and let out a sigh of contentment as he closed his eyes, now feeling rather drowsy. Well, they hadn't slept much the night before, and a good shag was always good for a nap, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm bed and the even warmer body next to his.
"By the way," he heard Hermione say after a bit, "what were you asking me when I came in?"
Ron let out a chuckle and kissed the top of his head. "Tomorrow, Love. I'll tell you tomorrow."
And that's it. To be honest, I don't really know where that last 'row' came from. I hadn't planned it that way, but that's how it came out … I suppose Ron and Hermione need nothing to have a row, stupid as this one was. Or they didn't have one at all?