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Chapter 3: Declaration

A tinkling sensation under her nose awoke Hermione from her deep sleep, heat spreading across her skin. Her eyes cracking open, squinting at the ceiling, the sunlight blinding her slightly as she stretched her neck. She felt her body stiffen in panic as she realized there was a body beside her, but immediately relaxed when she saw a flicker of red hair fall over her eyes as she felt him shift beside her. Hermione felt a smile spread across her face as she relaxed into Ron's arms, her breath hitching as she realized that his mouth was just a mere inch away from her nose, his hot breath fanning against her skin. Her eyes drifted back to the ceiling, smiling smugly to herself as she settled back down. She felt Ron's leg lap over her own, pulling her even closer to his body, whilst his arms tightened around her waist, his other, she realized, was under her head. She giggled quietly as she noticed the way he looked like a koala, clamping onto a tree, snoring away like it's nobody's business. Her attention turned back to the ceiling, wondering how she had gotten so lucky, her body tingling with delight.

Ron felt her shift beneath him, stretching her legs and flexing her feet. He grinned as he opened his eyes, for the first time realizing how cute her toes were. His gazed traveled up to her face, admiring her side profile, with her little nose and gorgeous long eyelashes. This girl was special, there no doubt about that, everything about her was just perfect, angel-like almost. He loved her deeply, and he had a feeling she felt the same way about him, but in a number of ways, the wait was worth it. He was enjoying the cheeky flirting, loving the rush of adrenaline from the close touching, even if they weren't together. Noticing the way he affected her was a huge boost to his ego, he knew he could get her knees week with just a smile, with a simple touch, he could make her melt into a giggly bubble. He desperately wanted to tell her everything, his feelings for her, but he still had that small nagging feeling that she might not return those feelings. So, he would hold back for now, perfectly content to their flirting, knowing full well that he was the only person that she did this with. With that thought fresh in his mind, he snuggled closer to her, using his fingers to brush some of her wild curls out of her face, watching her as she turned her head to peek up at him.

"Good morning sunshine," He whispered, taking hold of one of her hands in the process. She yawned loudly causing him to chuckle, in turn receiving a sharp poke in the ribs. Her eyes traveled to their joint hands, smiling softly as she started to stroke him with her thumb.

"Good morning, Ron, thanks for staying last night," She mumbled, still unable to string a sentence together this early in the morning.

"It was my pleasure," He whispered, his head bending down towards hers until their lips were inches apart. He heard her breath hitch at the proximity, they had never been that close before, if it was even possible to believe. His eyes gazed dozily into hers, desperate trying to convey his message to her, hoping she would understand.

She understood alright. Well, she hoped so. But she took the plunge and prayed her next move would be the correct one.

She grabbed the back of Ron's next and pulled him down the rest of the way, their lips connecting for the first time.

Ron felt like he was in heaven as his lips caressed Hermione's. Their lips pressed together softly as their hands began to wander over their bodies. One of Ron's hands rested on her waist whilst the other cupped her cheek, stroking her skin softly, enjoying the feeling of her lips on his. Hermione hummed into his mouth as her arms wrapped themselves around Ron's neck, leaning her whole body into his. She gasped as she felt Ron's tongue try to probe her mouth open, wanting to battle to dominance with her own. Immediately opening her mouth, her own tongue wrapped around Ron's, causing the kiss to become hot and passionate. The temperature in the room began to heat up as hands began to wander. Ron almost choked when he felt Hermione's hands tug at his belt, the realization that things were going to go further if they didn't stop. Gently extracted his lips from hers, Ron took hold of her wandering hands held them in between. Hermione's eyes immediately flickered up to meet his, confusing spreading across her face as she watched him take a deep breath, his breath fanning across her face.

"We just need to slow down," He whispered, relaxing as he saw the relief spread across her face, an adorable grin returning to her lips before she snuggled closer to him. They hadn't even spoken about that kiss, the kiss that was supposed to change their relationship forever. But why hadn't it changed? Why were they still stuck in the zone of merely flirting with each other? Both secretly wished the other would make the first move, initiating the start of something more than a friendship.

"Did I do something wrong?" Hermione murmured shyly, her eyes fixed on their joint hands, not daring to look up in the face.

"No, no," Ron panicked, dropping her hands and wrapping his arms securely around her waist, his forehead connected to hers, "Quite the opposite really, it's just…we need to talk about things," He finished, immediately cringed as he saw the hurt and confusion spread across her face as she seemed to withdraw from his touch, her many insecurities feeding back into her thoughts. Realizing his mistake, Ron desperately thought of something intelligent to say.

"It's nothing you've done wrong honey," He began, pulling her closer to him, lightly tapping the bottom of her chin, forcing her up to look up at him. He gulped as he saw tears begin to form, "I just think we need to talk about the obvious," He continued, giving her a soft smile of encouragement, relaxing when she grinned back him before nodding for him to continue. Grasping her hands again, he cleared his throat.

"We…we kissed, right, and honestly, no matter how you feel about me, I want you to know that I don't regret it. I've wanted to kiss you for years," He sighed, "I would do anything to protect you, to love you, please let me love you, let me in," He continued, feeling his heart rate speed up, staring deep into her eyes, praying she would understand and hear him.

She heard him alright.

Loud and clear.

Hermione all but launched herself into Ron's arms, snogging him breathless, his arms wrapping around her waist again, pulling her closer to him. Their tongues began to battle, wrapping around each other, their hands beginning to wander up and down their bodies. Hermione's skin burned at the feel of his fingertips, brushing against the skin of her exposed stomach, her shirt had bunched up under her bra, muscles tightened as his fingers continued to travel. Her heart began to beat loudly as Ron's fingers dipped slightly underneath her bra, stroking her skin softly. She wrapped her arms around his biceps, enjoying the feeling of his muscles rippling beneath her palms, blushing at how strong he is. Hermione groaned into his mouth as she moved her hands grabbed his hair, running her fingers through the soft, messy locks, tugging slightly, losing herself in the moment. Ron felt his cock twitch as the pleasurable pain of Hermione's nails dug deeper into his scalp, feeling entirely turned on by her passion. Who knew such a quiet bookworm would be such a passionate minx in bed?

Slowly pushing Hermione onto her back, Ron climbed on top of her, being careful not to crush her. She was so precious, hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do, emotionally or physically. But as he eased himself on top of her, she grabbed his neck and pulled him down fully, his entire body weight now pressed onto her front. Ron chuckled quietly at Hermione's desperation to be close to him, grasping onto his shoulders.

"Steady on there," He whispered huskily pressing his sweaty forehead to her own, grinning down at her as she caught her breath, "Does this mean…we're together?" He finished breathlessly. Hermione noticed the sparkle in his eyes, her heart gave a sad thud as she saw the small glimmer of fear that lay there. Her eyes trailed up and down his face, drinking in his features, memorizing every bump and edge. She gazed into his eyes again, before nodding enthusiastically, tears springing back into his eyes. They merely stared at each other, before Ron used his body weight to roll them over, laying on their sides with their noses touching.

"Hermione?" His voice sounding meek and small, causing her to cup her hands on his cheeks, giving him an encouraging smile, he gulped, "I love you," He breathed out, flashing her a shy smile. A whimper escaped from Hermione's mouth before crushing her lips back onto his, stroking her tongue into his mouth. Ron ripped his mouth away from hers, giving her time to catch her breath as his lips and teeth latched onto the skin of her neck, nipping playfully as he traveled down to he collarbone. He seductively dragged his tongue back and forth across her collarbone, looking up at her occasionally, watching her squirm under his gaze. Hermione felt overwhelmed from the sensations she was feelings, her mind was whirling out of control, desperately trying to keep hold of her grasp on reality. Sensing some disturbance, Ron stopped his ministrations and raised his head so he was able to look down at her. "Are you okay?" He whispered, incredibly turned on by the whole situation. "Yeah, fine, just...I don't know," She trailed off, embarrassed by her other thinking and analysis. Love was not something that needed to be analysed. Ron loved her and he was trying to show her just that, and all she could think about was the logistics or what not behind it. "Don't know what?" He whispered softly, stroking a stray curl from her face, giving her a sweet smile.

"I don't know what I'm doing," She cringed at how insecure she sounded. She was never insecure when it came down to knowledge. But this was different, it was an area of life that Hermione didn't know much about, an area in which she had avoided for years. Whilst she knew what affection felt like, with herself being an only child, her parents entire focus on her, she had never felt loved by a man. Someone who loved her in a way that made her excited, want to be naughty and adventurous, take on journeys only a couple could. She was nervous she would screw it all up, chase away the only boy she had ever felt this way for. A rough yet soft voice broke her away from her ramblings, "I don't know either, little dove, just let me love you, take care of you, just relax and enjoy,". Hermione snapped her eyes back to his, her cheeked flushed from his sweet endearment, noting the way his eyes admired her body, causing her to shiver in desire. "You're lying," She mumbled, her eyes piercing into his, as if trying to determine purely from his facial expressions the extent of his lies. Ron's eyebrows furrowed together. Did she really believe he had done this with other girls? Made another girl know that he loved her and go on those adventures together, whilst making her feel special. He shook his head in disbelief, before catching the sad glint in her eyes, her breath baited for the worst possible answer. "I'm not," His voice cracking from emotion, she looked so vulnerable underneath him, knowing that she truly believed that his next few words would crush her internally. Feeling tears stinging his eyes, he was determine to put her mind at ease.

"Hermione," He began, grasping her hands in his, staring directly into her red puffy eyes, tears occasionally falling down her cheeks, "I've never done this with a girl before," He paused. In the first few weeks he had been in France, he had met a girl in their Auror program, and whilst they hadn't come anywhere near become a couple or even having feelings for each other, they had flirted and made each other blush, but it had never progressed further. His heart had always been for Hermione, she was the only one he wanted, the only girl he wanted to spend his life with. He took a deep breath and pressed on. "There was a girl," He began, interrupted by a sharp intake of breath from Hermione, her eyes wide in fear, "But it was nothing, we weren't together or anything but we...we spent a lot of time together and we got close," Ron hung his head in shame, avoiding her eyes, knowing full well that she was trying not to break down. But she deserved the truth, this relationship would only work if they built a wall of trust that couldn't be broken. "We flirted, you could say, we had each other for company, but nothing ever happened, I kissed her on the cheek once, but nothing more than that," He desperately searched her face for understanding, but the hurt in her eyes was too obvious, though she strained a smile, as if trying to pretend it didn't affect her. He began rambling, panicking that he had lost her trust, her love. "It meant nothing, literally nothing, I didn't love her, I never will, I love you Hermione Granger, you have to understand that, please..." He was cut off by Hermione smashing her lips to his, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down onto he body. Ron felt his heart soar as he returned the kiss with equal passion, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their cheeks mashed together, their tears mixing together as they held onto each other for dear life, their noses pressing together. Once again, Ron began his journey down Hermione's body with his lips, using his tongue to swipe across her exposed skin, his hands dipping underneath her shirt, lifting it up to her bra. Snapping his eyes up to hers, he silently asked for permission to continue. She smiled brightly, her eyes still red and puffy, but there was a glint of joy. He beamed up at her, happy there was a glimpse of understanding, aware that there was still a lot to talk about. But for now, they were going to indulge in each other, prove their love, prove how much they missed each other's company. Ron continued pulling her shirt until it was thrown over her head and across the room. He felt his mouth fall open as he took notice of her bra. It wasn't anything exciting in Hermione's mind, but Ron couldn't care less, in his mind, he was looking at Hermione in a bra, that was enough to make his cock even harder. His hornyness took over, making him suck and bite at her breasts over her bra, causing Hermione to growl in appreciation, her hips bucking into his. He groaned as he felt the heat from in between her legs rubbing against his erection. Wanting to see more of her, he reached behind her back, desperately tugging on the hooks of her bra, trying to pry it open. She giggled adorably before batting his hands away and unhooking her bra, revealing her perfect breasts as she teared it away, throwing it onto the floor. Her breath hitched when Ron lowered his head to her left nipple, before he closed his mouth around it and sucked. A growl emitted from her gut as her senses were assaulted by Ron's hungry mouth, squealing as his teeth grazed her. "You liked that?" He breathed, lifting his head to look at her flushed face. "Mmhmm," She hummed, biting her lip in anticipation as Ron lowered his hand to her waist, edging towards her jeans. He grinned cheekily as he felt her squirm as his fingertips bushed her waistline before he began to undo her buttons, all the while maintaining eye contact with her.

At the last button, Ron felt her shiver, her hips wiggling as his hands traced over her stomach, smoothing his hands up her belly. His fingertips barely touched the bottom of her breasts before sliding back down to her jeans, teasing her slightly before pulling down the zip and shoving them off her body completely. His heart sped up as he took in the sight before him, her hair was spread across the pillow, natural and wild, her lips were puffy and swollen, her eyes were sparkling with a glint of naughtiness. Her breasts were wet from his mouth, her stomach muscles jumping as his eyes traveled over it, making him smile smugly at his impact on her. "You okay?" He whispered as he straddled her legs, his eyes burning into hers as his hands began to travel towards her knickers, wanting to rip them off. "Yeah," She breathed and that's all he needed before he reached down, all ten of his fingers dipping beneath the waistband and looking up into her eyes for confirmation. His heart exploded as he pulled her knickers off her body, revealing her shaven pussy. She was so wet. Ron couldn't believe his luck as he slowly ran a finger up her soaked folds, enjoying listening to the sounds she was making as he added a second finger to stroke her. Hermione melted into the bed, spreading her thighs wider as Ron released them, allowing her to spread them even further, trusting him in her most vulnerable state. He took his fingers away and stuck them in his mouth, almost losing it all at just the taste of her. Lowering his fingers back down to her pussy, he began to push them in, his eyes focusing on hers, ready to pull out at any point. But her gaze told him that she wanted this, she made no move to stop him, if anything, she moved her hips, trying to take him in deeper.

"Keep going," She wheezed out, wriggling her hips as his fingers sunk into her, beginning the slight pain as they sunk even deeper. She gritted her teeth as he plunged his fingers inside completely, remaining still as he allowed her to adjust to the new feeling. After receiving a curt nod, Ron began to plunge his fingers in and out, holding a steady rhythm as she began to relax her muscles, enjoying the new feeling that was taking over her. He sped up, the sound of wet skin filled the Head Girl's bedroom, accompanied with the moans and pants from Hermione, as she began to buck her hips in time with his thrusts. Ron felt Hermione's walls begin to tightened around his fingers and he knew she was getting close, the sweat from his forehead making him start to feel uncomfortably hot. The temperature in the room seemed to soar as Hermione gasped, her back arching off the bed, her mouth wide open, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull.

"Oh fuck," She all but screamed as Ron continued to thrust his fingers into her, allowing to ride out her orgasm, feeling immensely pleased with himself. He finally removed his fingers before licking her juices off, watching her recover as he did so. Her chest was rising quickly, her eyes tight shut as her mouth remained open, little whimpers coming out of it every so often. Her fingers were still clenched around the pillow, gripping it so tightly that Ron feared it may rip. As if reading his mind, Hermione loosened her grip and ran her hand through her hair, trying and failing to tame it. Ron chuckled, reaching up with his clean hand to remove her hand from her hair, wanting her leave it how it was. He then reached over to his abandoned coat and grabbed wand before casting a cleansing spell, cleaning his hand. Hermione was still soaked through. 'She must be so uncomfortable' Ron thought before getting off the bed, pausing when he heard a panic noise coming from the head of the bed. "I'll be back, little dove, I'm gonna get you cleaned up," He whispered softly, leaning over the bed to stroke her hair out of her face causing her to smile happily. Ron then quickly made his way over to the small bathroom attached to her room, he grabbed a cloth from the side of the bathtub, soaking it in warm water, before making his way back to the bed, where Hermione was still waiting for him. He knelt on the bed, in between her spread thighs and lightly started to clean her, maintaining eye contact, loving the fact that she was allowing him to take care of her. She smiled dozily at him. "You didn't have to do that Ron," She mumbled through a smile, "Thank you though," Hermione reached down to touch him, finally grasping onto his other hand before linking their fingers together. They shared a sweet smile before Ron closed the gap and pressed him lips to hers in a soaring kiss, heat spreading through their bodies. Hermione closed her legs, turning them to one side, allowing Ron to slide up to her, his body cuddling close to hers. The kiss was soft and slow, matching the weather outside. The clouds scattered across the sky, glimpse of the sun peeped through, filtering through the curtains into the room. The room was filled with the sound of lips smacking, their bodies moving together as they clung on to one another.

Ron broke this kiss with a groan as Hermione's nimble hands made their way down to his belt, slowly extracted it from jeans and chucking it off the bed without any further thought. She sat up and shuffled her way over down the bed, her eyes zooming in on the prominent bulge tenting his jeans. Grinning widely, Hermione began to pop the buttons and seductively pulled his zip down, holding his eyes with hers, purposely pressing against him. He groaned loudly as Hermione all but ripped his jeans off his legs before running her palms up and down his legs. "What's wrong?" Hermione chuckled, making Ron squirm in frustration, begging her with his eyes for her to pleasure him. "Please...touch me," He mumbled trying to grab her hips. She swerved his flying arms and proceeded to travel up his legs, getting progressively closer to his boxers.

A feline growl emitted from Ron's lips as Hermione slipped her hands underneath his boxer and grasped his erection tightly, starting a steady rhythm. She stroked him strongly, admiring his facial expressions in pure bliss. She paused her ministrations to pull off his boxers and went straight back to pleasuring him, admiring how large he was. Her lip was beginning to bleed as she bit it so hard, feeling the heat from his body.

"Fuck Hermione, so good," He groaned, thrusting his hips up into her hands, desperately trying not to burst as she stroked him faster. Sweat began to pour form his forehead again. It had never felt this good when he was by himself. His dreams of Hermione wanking him off were coming true, but it was so much better in reality. Ron couldn't believe his luck when Hermione lowered her mouth to his tip, enclosing it in her mouth and sucking. "Ermione, fuck, keep going dove, keep going," Ron wheezed out, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Hermione descended further onto him, her mouth only able to take half of him in her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down his cock, coating his tip with her tongue, trying her best to avoid using her teeth, not wanting to hurt him. She used her hands to stroke the rest of him, one on his base and the other fondling his balls, causing Ron to growl in appreciation, his breathing becoming erratic. "I'm gonna cum," He tried to warn her, not wanting to disgust her by shooting his load into her mouth. But Hermione batted his hands away, groaning onto him, moving her mouth up to lick and suck at his tip. That's when Ron lost it, he spurted his load directly into her mouth, growling as he bucked his hips erratically, impressed by Hermione's stamina to continue to suck him as he lost control. She removed her mouth from him, swallowing his seed before curling up next to him, her head coming to rest underneath his chin. "You're amazing you know that," Ron chuckled as he stroked up and down her arm, occasionally reaching down to curl her hair in his fingers.

"Can we not go anywhere today," Hermione mumbled into his chest, tracing a finger across his biceps. Ron smiled to himself as he cuddled her small precious body to him. "Of course, anything you want angel," He replied into her hair, enjoying the softness of her skin. But a thought brought him back to reality, he had to make her understand that he only wanted her, and her only. "You know," he began, watching her lift her head to stare at him, "You're the only one I want, everything that happened in France didn't mean anything, I thought of you the whole time I was there," He mumbled, desperate for her to understand. She continued to stare at him, her expression unreadable. This encouraged him to continue. "I mean it," He swallowed, feeling nervous all of a sudden, "I don't want any other girl, I'm gonna prove to you that I'm loyal, you know, that I can love you better than any other guy, that you're the one for me," He broke off in a whisper, tears pooling in his eyes, threatening to pour out. Her eyes changed from emotionless to concern, she reached up and cupped his face in her palms, smiling at him. "I know Ron, I love you too, only you, I trust you," She whispered before catching his lips once again with her own before they cuddled together, spending the rest of the day in bed.

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