Discovering Ourselves

by rhrsmutlover

Sixth year. Finally, Ron and Hermione find their way to each other, and once that happens, they simply can't get enough of the other. A story of their relationship through school, the war, and beyond. An AU fic with lots and lots of smut and fluff.

32. Summer Weekend

I'm back!

Sorry for the long, long wait. I've been quite busy these past weeks, and well, I've been working in other fics, so I left this one a bit unattended.

If you're wondering why I haven't posted any of those, well, two of them are multichapter stories, and before I start publishing, I need a few chapters and a clear outline, so I'm pretty sure they've got an ending. I will never publish a fic that I can't finish! I know how horrible is to like a fic for it to be abandoned, so don't worry, I will never do that to you!

Now, on with the chapter!

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Chapter 29

Summer Weekend

"Whoa, this is amazing!" commented Ron when he looked out of the window of the room Hermione and he would be sharing for the next two days. He could see the beach and the enormous expanse of blue water of the Mediterranean Sea.

"You like it, then?" asked Hermione with a smile, approaching him from behind. Ron tore his eyes away from the view and focused on his girlfriend, who looked stunning in that green summer dress.

"Yeah, it's fantastic. Though the view inside is even better," he added, giving her a lopsided grin while he put his hands on her hips.

She laughed and let him kiss her for a bit. It didn't turn into a full snog, but their mouths moved slowly against the other's, eliciting the most pleasant sensations.

"The room is not as good as the one we had in Sydney," she said when they parted.

"It's okay," he said. "You and Ginny did a wonderful job preparing this."

"Well, I used my parents advice, they came here the year before I was born and they loved it. And well, I had time."

Ron nodded and looked outside once more. It had been six weeks since the gala at the Ministry, and Harry and Ron had been busy with Auror training, which had started five weeks ago. The course was intense and, though exciting, it required hard work. Their instructors kept telling them how important it was to be prepared when facing a dark wizard or witch, not that they weren't very aware of that.

They had been training nine hours a day, six days a week, and on top of that they had to study on their own, and, as a result, they had been rather tired, so Hermione and Ron had had little time for themselves, though they managed to sleep together every Saturday night, either at her parents' or at The Burrow. But that was clearly not enough for them, so, when a week before they had been told they would get a long weekend off, starting this Thursday, Hermione had suggested they go away for the weekend to relax. So they had slept well the night before, and, just before lunch today they had taken a portkey to this town on the Italian Riviera.

As she had more free timer, Hermione had taken care of everything, booking two rooms in a Muggle hotel for them and Harry and Ginny. Of course, it wasn't as if she wasn't doing anything. She had spent a lot of time with her parents, helping them to get settled once more, but spending her days lazing about was not her style. She wanted to be useful, to do something, so she had asked Kingsley if there was anything she could help with. Kingsley had practically jumped with joy at the offering and had given her a part-time job in his own office until Hogwarts started, helping with the organization of the Ministry and the revision of documentation generated during Thicknesse's regime, something Ron found terribly boring but which Hermione simply loved.

They had decided to stay in a Muggle hotel, as they wanted to avoid the press, because the presence of reporters had become even worse after the ceremony. The day after the event, the newspapers had showed a good number of photos of Ron and Hermione together and behaving rather affectionately as they danced, and of Harry and Ginny. Then Witch Weekly had released an extraordinary issue centred on the love lives of the four of them (and, to a lesser degree, of other war heroes).

Hermione had felt absolutely mortified, so they had avoided the Wizarding world every time they got out, and, when she had proposed this weekend, it was with the condition of they going to a Muggle place as well.

So here they were, in another country, until Sunday evening. And Right now they were alone at last. Due to his schedule, they hadn't had sex in four days and he was dying to bury himself in her. And with that idea in mind, he began to kiss her again, his hands moving to her round ass, which he kneaded eagerly. Hermione moaned into his mouth and pressed herself against him. He got hard at once, and was about to slide his hands down so he could put them under her skirt when someone knocked at the door.

"Forget it," he whispered when Hermione tried to move away. "Whoever it is can wait, I wanna fuck you …"

"I know," she said, her own voice husky and strained. "But it's Harry and Ginny, we agreed to unpack and meet for lunch …"

Ron groaned, and tried to keep kissing her, but then they heard Ginny yelling from the hallway, which ruined the mood.

"Come on, you two, we're hungry!"

"Stupid, nosy, cock-blocking brat," he protested, making Hermione laugh.

"We'll continue this later, Love," she promised, giving him a quick peck on the lips before moving to the door and opening it.

"Ready?" Ginny asked, walking in as soon as Hermione let her pass. "You haven't unpacked yet?" she asked, noticing the traveling bag. Her eyes moved from Ron to Hermione. "What were you —?" she started to ask, but the shook her head. "Forget it."

"It's been just five minutes, Ginny!" protested Ron.

"Well, we have this thing called magic that facilitates things like unpacking, Ron. Now, shall we go to the restaurant? I'm hungry, and, knowing you, you must be starving."

Ron merely grunted. He certainly was starving, though food was not what he wanted as first course. Hermione's pussy, that was what he really craved. And her tits. Her ass, too.

But well, he'd have to do with food for the time being.

They went down to the hotel restaurant and sat at a table for four. Not knowing anything about Italian food, Ron followed Hermione's advice, and they set for a good plate of pasta as the first course.

"So, how does it feel to have a long free weekend?" asked Ginny, looking at Ron and Harry.

"Amaphin'," said Ron with his mouth full. This pasta was really, really good!

"Ron!" Hermione hissed.

"Sorry," he said after swallowing, while Ginny and Harry chuckled. "It's wonderful," he said, answering his sister's question. "Though I hadn't worked so hard in my life."

"Well, they've got to squeeze three years of training into six months," said Hermione, serious.

"They're omitting the basic stuff they teach during the first year," explained Harry. "After all, we know most of that already."

"In any case, I'm glad you're working so hard," continued Hermione. "It's a dangerous job, and you are never prepared enough. I'm proud of the way you're working."

"Well, we still have you, Hermione," said Ron, grasping her hand in his.

"I'm not training with you."

"But you helped us organise ourselves so we could make the most of our study hours."

"Well, I can't leave you two completely alone, can I?" she replied with a teasing grin. "Where would you be?"

"In first year. Second at the most," responded Ginny, and both girls laughed while the boys grunted.

"Hey, Goyle reached seventh years without Hermione's help! Are you saying we're dumber than him?" asked Ron.

"Of course, not, Love," Hermione replied, patting him on his hand while she smiled at him. Ron narrowed his eyes at her.

"And what about you, Hermione?" asked Harry. "Have you driven Kingsley mad with your need for organization?"

This time it was Harry and Ron who laughed, Ron's eyes telling her that payback was only fair.

"The exact opposite, in fact," she replied smugly. "He's offered me a permanent position if I want it, instead of going back to Hogwarts."

The laughter died all at once.

"What!?" asked Ron and Ginny at the same time.

"You heard me."

"But — but are you going to accept?" asked Ron. It would be amazing to have her near him instead of in Scotland, yes, but the idea of Hermione not finishing Hogwarts felt completely wrong.

"It was a tempting offer, but I told him no. I want to finish school, and I want to be as prepared as I can so, when I join the Ministry for real, I can achieve things. I don't want people saying I only got a position due to my friendship with Kingsley or my fame. I want to truly earn it."

Ron nodded, smiling at her, yet now he knew she was still going to school, he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

They kept chatting as they ate until they finished, and then Ginny suggested going to the beach.

"I think I'd like to take a walk before that, I think I ate too much," said Hermione. She looked at Ron. "What do you think, Ron? We could meet Ginny and Harry in an hour or so. Besides, we need to change before going to the beach."

"Okay," he said, nodding, though he felt a bit disappointed. He was eager to see Hermione in a swimming costume. Hopefully, a bikini …

"That's settled then," said Ginny. "Come on, Potter, you've got to put some sunscreen on me!"

Harry furrowed his brow. "Sunscreen? But there're charms that —"

"We'll be in a Muggle beach, and I think that having your hands extending the cream over my body will be much more fun, don't you think?"

Ron growled. "Do you have to say that out loud?"

"Sorry, Ron," Ginny said, not looking sorry at all. "We'll save a spot for you two just in front of the hotel, okay?"

"Okay," agreed Hermione, then turned towards Ron. "I need to pop into the bathroom, and then we can go."

Ron nodded and he waited in the hotel lobby while Harry and Ginny walked away, both looking happy and cheerful.

A couple of minutes later, Hermione came back and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she said, pulling him towards the lifts.

"Hermione, the exit is on the other direction," Ron told her, furrowing his brow. Hermione didn't budge, though, and kept pulling until they were in front of the doors. She pressed the button. "Hermione?"

The doors opened, and she pulled him into the cabin, pressing the button with the number two, the floor where they room was. Then she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her both against his. "Ron, in case you hadn't noticed, I don't really want to go for a walk."

"You — you don't?"

"No, you idiot. But that doesn't mean we cannot make some exercise …" she added sultrily.

"Fuck!" he said, finally realising what she was implying. His cock twitched, eager for her.

They practically ran towards their room when the doors opened. The moment they were inside, Hermione leaned against the door, her eyes predatory. "This week has been insane, Ron, and it's been too long since the last time I had you inside me. I cannot wait a minute longer."

"Fuck, yes!" he groaned, and slammed his body into hers, kissing her hungrily, his hands already moving over her hips and sides before taking hold of her tits. "Mmmh, I missed these," he said against her lips, giving both mounds a good squeeze before snogging her again.

Hermione's hand moved to his back and then his bum, kneading it and pushing him against her, so his cock was pressed against her lower stomach, the contact sending shivers down their young, horny bodies.

After a couple of minutes of intense snogging, he grabbed her by her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and the carried them to the bed while she kept kissing him hungrily. They fell on the bed and rolled on top of it, kissing and kissing, their mouths moving over the other's lips, cheeks and necks, while their hands got acquainted with the parts they had missed the most.

Soon, both of them felt their clothes were on the way. Hermione pushed Ron's t-shirt up his torso and then off, and Ron did the same to her dress, revealing the white lace panties and bra underneath. "Fuck, you look good enough to eat, Hermione," he growled, his hands moving over her sides and hips.

"Tell me how much you want me, Ron."

"Too badly, Hermione. I want you so much I could cum in my pants."

"None of that," she replied, cupping his bulge with her hand and massaging it. "The only place you're cumming is in my pussy. Or my mouth."

With a roar, Ron threw himself at her, kissing her wildly while his hands kneaded her tits. He swiftly unclasped the bra and she pushed it aside, baring those amazing globes of flesh to him. Ron's mouth descended on them at once, sucking on them hungrily, almost animalistically. He rubbed his cheeks against them, burying his face in her cleavage and pressing them against him, and then he sucked on the other, kneading them both roughly and making Hermione moan in pleasure, her own hands entangled on his hair.

"Ohh, Ron, I missed your mouth on my tits, gods, you make me feel so good when you suck them! Please, don't stop! Don't stop!"

"Fuck, never!" he replied, still kissing and biting. "Your tits are amazing, I missed them so fucking much!"

He kept sucking until both breasts were red and wet from his ministrations, and then descended down her stomach. He shoved his tongue into her belly button, and she squirmed under him.

"Fuck, your skin is so soft and tasty, I love it. I love everything about you …"

"Ron take my panties off right now and eat me out, please!" she exclaimed, pushing his head down. "Please, I want your mouth on my pussy!"

"Oh, fuck, yes!" he yelled, delighted. Roughly, he yanked her tiny panties down, finally exposing her perfect pussy to him after days. Hermione moved her legs impatiently to get rid of the piece of cloth, and then opened her legs wide, giving Ron an unrestricted view of her delicious triangle of trimmed curls.

"Fuck, it looks so good, Hermione," he said, his mouth watering at the sight while he caressed her thighs.

"Ron, please!" she begged, bucking her hips.

Ron settled himself between her legs, his face inches away from her hot cunt.

"I missed you so much," he told her pussy, his breath tickling her folds and making her squirm a bit.

"Prove it," she said, her voice strained.

Ron didn't tease her anymore, as he himself was too eager, and buried his face in her twat, opening his mouth wide to take it all in. He gave her slit a few, long, deep licks and then shoved his tongue into her drenched hole, savouring her delicious juices. Hermione pressed her thighs against his face as he ate her out, her entire body writhing with the pleasure he was causing.

"Fuck, such a tasty pussy," he muttered between sucks and licks, and then closed his lips around her clit, lapping at it with his tongue in the way she loved. Hermione began to moan louder, cries of encouragement among the unintelligible groans. He slid his hands under her ass and cupped her, pressing her harder against his eager mouth as he ate her like a man starved presented with the tastier dishes in the world.

"Ron, oh, gods, Ron, I'm about to — Ohhh, I'm about to cum, Ron, don't stop! Please, it's so good, don't stop!"

Ron had no intention of stopping, and, instead, he shoved two fingers in her hole, initiating a hard, fast finger-fucking. Hermione's entire body began to tremble, and he knew he was just on the verge of orgasm.

"Are you going to cum for me, Hermione?" he asked, stopping what he was doing. Her response was a groan of frustration, but Ron just grinned. "Are you going to drench my face in your tasty pussy juices?"

"Yes, YES!" she shouted and, getting a hold of his hair, pushed him roughly against her cunt, bucking her hips against his face and riding his fingers. "Oh, like that, like that, like that!" she cried when he resumed his sucking. And when he felt her draw a deep breath, ready to explode he took his fingers out and the shoved them back in, only this time one went into her pussy, and the other in her tight asshole. "ROOOOOONNNN!" she yelled as her body convulsed in a strong orgasm. He kept sucking and moving his fingers as she trashed and moved under his, helping her ride her orgasm until she was spent and couldn't stand it anymore. She forced him away from her clit, but Ron moved down to her hole and, after taking his finger from there, he lapped at it, swallowing her flowing juices while he kept fingering her constricting ass, and only stopped when he felt she had nothing more to give.

"Liked that, eh?" he asked smugly when he resurfaced from between her legs. She was panting heavily, which caused her tits to heave deliciously, and her face was a mask of pure pleasure.

"Merlin, yes … That was amazing, Ron. Amazing …"

"Yeah. You've got the tastiest pussy, Hermione."

She reached for him and brought him down on top of her, her mouth seeking his. "You'll have plenty of chances to taste it again this weekend, Ron."

"Shit, yeah …"

"Now take off the rest of your clothes, I want you."

Ron hurried to comply, shifting on the bed as he fought to take his shorts and pants off. Finally, completely naked, with his cock standing proud and needy, he hovered over her. Hermione opened her legs in invitation, but, though Ron really wanted to bury himself in her, he had other ideas first. So he crawled up her body, rubbing his shaft against her soft skin, and then straddled her stomach. She watched him, curious, and he gave her a playful grin. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed the tip against her tips, leaving traces of precum over her perfect skin, and she bit her lower lip to suppress a moan, her eyes dark with lust.

"It's been a while since the last time my cock touched your tits, don't you think? And it's a shame, and they feel so bloody good …" As he talked, he sat on her, carefully not to crush her, and placed his cock between her mounds, then grabbed her tits and pushed them against the shaft, trapping it in that wonderful channel, and then began to thrust. "Aahhh, fuck, such great tits, Hermione … Ohhhh Merlin, fuck, so good …"

"Ron, gods, this is so hot … move faster," she demanded, looking down and watching his tip exiting and entering the channel he had created with her boobs.

"Mmmh, yeah …" he groaned, squeezing her tits as he pushed them harder against his aching cock. He moved faster, fucking her tits with relish, until he felt he needed more. He gave her nipples a pinch, eliciting a gasp from her and then moved further up her body, his dick hovering over face. He grabbed the headboard with a hand and, angling his body, used his free hand to point his cock at her mouth. "Open wide."

She licked her lips wantonly, and then did as told, taking her tongue out. Ron slapped his cockhead against it. Hermione moved her tongue to lap at it, then swirled it around his tip, tasting his precum, and Ron hissed in pleasure at the wonderful sight and sensation. Fuck, how could she be so damn sexy?

His need growing, her pushed his hips downwards, until the tip entered her mouth. With their gazes locked, she closed her lips around him and sucked, making him moan in delight. Fuck, her mouth was amazing, so hot and wet. Putting the other hand on the headboard as well, he started to move his hips, fucking her mouth, though only getting a couple of inches in and out every time. Hermione sucked and lapped at it contentedly. They continued like this for a bit, but then she moved her hands to his hips and bum, and pushed him more towards her, burying more of his cock into her eager mouth. He groaned again and thrust harder and faster, enjoying that sinful pleasure.

"Fuck, Hermione… Oh, shit, I love this. Take more, Hermione. Take more!"

She moaned around him and pushed on his bum, taking more as he had requested, until the tip entered her throat. Spurred by the amazing feeling, he began to thrust harder and harder, until he felt about to cum. Then he took it out and turned round, facing her lower half. He spread her legs and then bent over. Looking up her body from under his, he ordered her to scoot down again, so her head was on the mattress and not on the pillow. When she complied, he angled his dick and pointed at her mouth. "Take me in again."

Hermione opened her mouth and tilted her head backwards a bit. Then, she pulled his dick towards her mouth, and he pushed, burying himself in it. In this position, he could go further, and so kept pushing until his cockhead entered her tight throat, sending chills of pleasure down his spine.

"Aaah, so tight, yeah …"

Hermione held onto his ass, telling him this was okay, and he began to thrust, softly at first, but gaining speed every time he entered her mouth. The sounds of his cock pounding her throat were too much and he buried his face in her pussy again, lapping and sucking. Grunting into her mound, he sped up his hips, fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy, ready to cum.

"Hermione, gonna cum! Gonna cum!" he yelled, still thrusting, ready to shoot down her throat. However, she grabbed his hips and held him a bit away, so only his tip was in her mouth. Then she moved her hands to his shaft and wanked him fast and hard while still sucking powerfully. "Oh, fuckfuckfuck, here it comes, Hermione! Swallow it all! Swallow it — OOOH, FUUUUCK!" he shouted, lifting his face from her pussy as his cock exploded, filling her mouth with spurts and spurts of his thick, hot cum. He looked between them and the sight of her spasming throat as she swallowed and swallowed made him cum even harder, shooting a couple spurts more until he fell on top of her, his cock still in her mouth. She kept sucking him lovingly, her hands kneading his bollocks and his ass while he rested his face against her thighs, relishing in the musky scent of her pussy.

The orgasm had been amazing, but, as she kept suckling on his dick, Ron got very turned on again. His cock hadn't softened a bit, and he was really eager to take her pussy. So he lifted himself off her. Her mouth tried to follow his cock, still sucking on it, and she moaned at the loss when it finally was out of her reach.

"You'll have plenty of chances to suck on it, Love," he said, turning round.

"Promise?"

"Definitely. I love my cock in your pretty mouth."

"So do I, I love the taste of your cum, and you gave me so much …" she commented dreamily, the tone causing his dick to twitch.

"I'll give you more, in your tight pussy. As much as you want. Want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, Ron," she said, opening her legs and cradling his body between them. "Fuck me hard, it's been so long."

Ron claimed her mouth in another kiss and then, without preamble, shoved his dick to the hilt in her perfect, deliciously tight pussy, causing both of them to groan in pleasure.

"Unnngh, at last, Hermione … Fuck, missed your tight pussy …"

"Mmmh, Ron, yes, I missed you cock … Now move …"

Ron kissed her and then began to thrust, gaining momentum pretty quickly, the both of them too aroused to start slow. Their fucking turned frantic very soon, and he spread her legs as far as he could, putting both hands under her knees so they were froming an 'M' as he pounded, making her tits bounce and jiggle deliciously.

"Shit, this feels so fucking good, Hermione! I'm gonna cum deep in your pussy, but I need you to cum first for me!"

"Oh, Ron, yes, I'll cum for you! Keep going! Keep going hard like that!"

Ron groaned and threw himself into the fucking, moving one hand to her tits to squeeze them hard. Hermione responded moaning louder, and grabbing his bum to help him fuck her harder.

"Ron, I feel it coming again! Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods!"

"Yeah, cum hard and milk my cock!" he demanded, angling his thrusts a bit to rub against her clit every time.

"Ron, Ron, Ron, right there!"

Ron pinched her nipples, and then buried himself in her as deep as he could, making her explode.

"Cumming, Ron! Oohhh, ohhhhh cumming, cumming, cummiiiing!"

"Fuck, yeah, squeeze my dick!" he shouted, and he lowered his head to her tits. He took one in his mouth and sucked hard while he kneaded the other and pounded as hard as he could into her willing pussy. "Shit, gonna cum, Hermione! Gonna fucking cum!" he cried, and then his cock erupted in powerful spurts of cum, giving her pussy a load as big as the one he had poured into her mouth.

Both moaned and whimpered as they rode out their climaxes, until, spent, they sagged on the bed, still entangled, as they panted heavily.

"Mmmmh, Ron, that was fantastic …"

"Yeah, I needed that."

"Me too," she said with a sigh.

Still connected, they kissed languidly, their hands moving over the other's body. Then he rolled them onto his back, so she was straddling him, and began to move his hips a bit.

"Again?" she asked, amused.

"When I'm not up for a second round?"

"Technically, it'd be the third …"

"The same principle applies. The true question is, are you up for it?"

It turned out she was, so, as they kissed again, she began to move, causing his half-hard dick to harden again completely with the expert movements of her vaginal muscles. Ron moved his hands to her ass and caressed her wantonly, his fingers dipping into her crack while she moved, speeding up her movements and causing them to heat up once more.

He shoved his tongue into her mouth as she sucked on it. At the same time, Ron began to caress her crack, his fingers teasing her rosebud. She whimpered in delight and fucked him harder, her sweaty body sliding up and down him as she took his cock to the hilt every time.

"Yes, ride my cock," he whispered, and then pushed his index finger into her ass. Hermione let out a loud whimper and began to buck her hips faster, impaling her ass and her pussy at the same time. After a while, however, she seemed to need more and sat up, putting her hands on his chest while she rode him hard and fast. He kept fingering her ass, moving his other hand to her bouncing breasts, which he kneaded hungrily.

"Gods, Ron, this is so good … Ohhh, move that finger, put it deeper, I'm getting close again!"

Ron groaned and added a second finger, which drove her completely wild. She moved one of her own hands to her clit and began to rub it frantically as she bounced on him.

"Yeah, like that!" he encouraged her through gritted teeth, his own need growing quite quickly now. "Work that pussy, Hermione, take your pleasure from my cock!"

"Yes, Ron, yes, I love your cock! I love this! Oh, I'm about to cum again, Ron! I'm cumming on your cock!"

"Do it! Milk me!"

She lifted herself almost completely off his dick and then slammed down hard, arching her back. She repeated this a few more times and then threw her head backwards as her entire body shuddered in release. Ron took his fingers out of her bum and grabbed her hips, helping her to ride it out. Then, when she fell on top of him, spent, he began to thrust upwards, holding onto her ass. His hips became a blur as he pumped her as fast as he could, seeking his own release. Hermione gasped and moaned under his assault, his ferocious pounding keeping her in a state of near delirium due to how sensitive her pussy still was. And when he finally surged one last time, burying his cock in her and unloading his balls for the third time, she went over the edge, experiencing a fourth, albeit weaker, climax.

"Mmmmh, Ron, four times … Gods, you're amazing …" she said, kissing all his face.

"We're amazing," he corrected, his hands still caressing her ass as he enjoyed the wonderful afterglow.

After resting for five minutes, Hermione cast a Cleaning Charm on then and they got out of the bed to change. Ron put on a pair of blue swimming trunks, while Hermione put on a simple, yet incredibly sexy, blue bikini that made her tits look simply amazing.

"Like it?" she asked, a wicked smile on her face.

"Fuck, yeah!"

"What about the back?" she asked, turning round. Ron's eyes went to her bum, and he gulped loudly. Fuck, if he hadn't cum three times in the last half an hour, he would have fucked her right now. Shit, even after cumming thrice he was pondering whether he could fuck her again. The bottoms hugger her ass perfectly, emphasizing her roundness, and leaving bare the lower part of her buttocks.

"Merlin's saggy bollocks, Hermione … How can you expect me to behave when you're wearing that?"

"Well, that's why I drained your balls before putting it on," she responded, laughing.

"Seeing you in that, they'll replenish fast enough."

"Good," she said, walking towards him and putting her arms round his neck before kissing him. "Tonight I'll want more."

Ron deepened the kiss and cupped her tits, which made her moan. However, she pulled apart before things heated again. They grabbed their things and left the hotel to reunite with Harry and Ginny. It didn't take long for them to find them, despite how crowded the beach was. They both were lying together in their towels, enjoying the sights.

"Hi!" Ron exclaimed happily, stopping next to them and putting his hand in his bag to retrieve his towel.

"Hi," said Ginny. "How was your walk?"

"Amazing," said Hermione, grinning broadly.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Ginny exclaimed, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

"What?" asked Ron, confused by her odd reaction.

"I can't believe it. Can't you two control yourselves for a bit? Or you could say you wanted to be alone, you know. No need for lying."

"What do you mean?" Hermione replied, though she was blushing a bit. "We went for a walk!"

"Hermione," said Harry, an amused smile on his face. "No one looks so cheerful after a walk, you know."

Ron felt his ears turn pink, and he saw Hermione getting redder.

"Well, what we do during our walks is nothing of your business, so shut your mouths up!"

Ginny and Harry laughed at their discomfort. Ron shook his head as he took off his t-shirt. Hermione, meanwhile, had also placed her towel in the sand and was now taking off her dress. Ron licked his lips unconsciously as he watched her. Shit, this beach was amazing, but he would trade it for having Hermione once more, naked and writhing under him.

The four of them lay down and enjoyed the sun and the warm breeze, talking about everything and nothing. Then, after a while, they decided to try the water.

"Merlin, this has nothing to do with the Atlantic Ocean!" exclaimed Ginny, marvelled at the water temperature. "Do you remember that time we went to the beach, Ron? It was freezing!"

"Yeah, this is amazing, it's almost like being in a tub!"

Hermione threw herself into the water with a graceful jump, and Ron watched her as she swam, his eyes darting to her bum. Fuck, how would it be to fuck her in the water?

Neither Ron, Harry nor Ginny were good swimmers, so they just floated around for a bit. Hermione came back after a while, and then they had a water fight, first couple against couple, then girls against boys, and finally, siblings against almost-siblings. They played for almost two hours, and when they got out of the sea, tired, but happy and with big grins on their faces.

"I really needed this," Harry said, dropping onto his towel and spreading his legs and arms. "I can't remember the last time I had so much fun!"

Ron agreed. "Yeah, Mate. I don't know how we're going to go back to training on Monday after —"

Harry's loud groan cut him in. "Ron, don't talk about Monday! Monday does not exist!"

"Yeah, right. Sorry."

He rolled onto his left side to look at Hermione, who had closed her eyes and was enjoying the Sun rays on her delectable body. Her boobs were moving slightly as she breathed, the damp fabric of her bikini clinging to them, and he had to restrain himself not to grope her then and there. He kept staring, though, while, behind him, Harry and Ginny talked and laughed, remembering the best moments of their fight.

Hermione seemed to sense his staring, because, after just a bit, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him, a smirk on her face. "Like the view?" she asked quietly, so only he could hear.

"I love it," he answered in the same way. She bit her bottom lip and then moved her hand to her flat stomach, caressing her damp skin, until her fingers reached the top of her bottoms. She let the tips slid under them and moved her hand from side to side, her eyes fixed on his with a sultry look. Ron's cock reacted at once, and he had to roll onto his stomach to hide it. "You're such a devilish minx," he whispered, his mouth now just a few inches away from hers. "Just know that you'll pay for that."

Hermione smiled. "Oh, I hope so."

Ron closed his eyes, to avoid seeing Hermione, hoping his traitorous cock would go down. When it finally deflated, he lay on his back once more.

"I'm quite thirsty," said then Harry. "Anyone fancies a drink?"

"Oh, yes, please!" nodded Ginny enthusiastically. "One of those Muggle fuzzy ones!"

"One fuzzy drink for the lady. Hermione?"

"Light coke, please, Harry."

"Good," Harry said, getting to his feet. "Ron, move your ass and come with me."

Ron groaned. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do. Come on, get up," Harry insisted, poking him with his right foot.

Ron grunted and got up, muttering, "Chosen One, Chosen One … Can't even bring a couple of drinks without help …"

"Stop whining, prat," said Harry as they walked away towards the hotel's cafeteria. They ordered the drinks and Ron added a couple of large bags of chips.

"What?" he asked, noticing Harry's stare. "I'm hungry because of all that exercise in the water."

"You sure you haven't got a Vanishing Charm in your stomach?"

"No, you idiot. I told you, I did a lot of exercise."

"Yes, with Hermione, while you were 'walking,'" Harry said, lifting his hands and curling his index and middle fingers together.

Ron frowned and decided to play dirty. "Yeah, exactly. I took all her clothes off, threw her on the bed, spread her legs as far as I could and —"

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll shut my mouth!" yelled Harry, cringing. "Just don't say another word!"

Ron nodded to himself, a satisfied grin on his face. Serves him right, the prat.

He grinned all the way to the beach, relishing Harry's disgusted expression, until he heard his friend say. "Who are those?"

Ron's eyes moved to where the girls lay, and found that they were no longer alone, nor lying down. They were both sitting, cross-legged, while two rather fit and tanned Italian boys wearing sunglasses stood just before them, talking and smiling flirtatiously. And neither Hermione nor Ginny seemed to mind, as they were laughing.

Ron's grin vanished at once, replaced by a deep scowl.

"Ron, don't make a scene, they're just talking …" Harry warned him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Talking? Talking?" he replied with a hiss, clenching his fists. "You think they're just talking?"

"Well, they are talking, Ron."

"Are you that daft?" Ron spat, angry. "They're wearing sunglasses, Harry!"

"Yeah — and?"

"They're practically standing above them! Where do you think their eyes are?" he spat. "Let me tell you, not precisely on their faces!"

Harry glanced at both boys, before turning towards Ron again.

"Well — yeah, probably," he conceded.

"And you don't mind a smarmy Italian ogling your girlfriend? Which happens to be my sister?"

"Well, of course I don't like that, but what can I do? You sister would skin me alive if I got all possessive. So I focus int that she's with me. That prat can look all he wants, but tonight she'll be sleeping in my room. With me." Ron grunted. "And who was Hermione shagging just three hours ago?" Harry reminded him. "You can't seriously think she'd cheat on you, Ron —"

"Of course I don't think that!" he retorted quickly. "But — It's just —"

"I get it, but you've got to calm down. Hermione won't appreciate you going there like an angry lion."

"I know," he said, though he still felt ready to curse the two boys into the next century.

"What's the matter?" Harry inquired, looking a bit concerned. "I haven't seen you this jealous in a long time."

"Well, Hermione doesn't normally wear a sexy bikini, doesn't she? She looks amazing and every guy within a mile surely knows that."

"So? You don't want her to look amazing? And she's — with — you," Harry insisted.

"I know, I know. But — look at me, a pale, freckled git, and look at those two, they could appear in one of those Muggle posters that advertise underwear …"

"Hey, we're not that bad. I think we got fitter since we started Auror training."

"Yes, but —" Ron shut up, not really knowing how to explain himself. Not really knowing what was wrong.

"And Hermione likes redheaded freckled gits."

"Yeah, she does," he added, his frown turning into a smile.

"So let's get there and act like normal people. We don't want the Italian Ministry arresting us for cursing Muggles."

Ron took a deep breath and nodded. They resumed walking.

"Hi," said Ron rather loudly, and though he had tried not to sound menacing, he didn't sound friendly at all, either. He saw the two boys eye him up before muttering something in Italian.

"Oh, you're back!" said Hermione, giving him a smile. "These are Marco and Fabio," she added, pointing towards the two boys.

"Pleasure," said Ron, his voice still quite cold. As if he cared how the idiots were called.

"Hi," said Harry, sounding much kindlier.

"So, what were you talking about?" asked Ron, sitting really close to Hermione and giving her a one-arm hug.

"They were just asking whether we like this, when did we arrive, and for how long we're going to stay," answered Ginny. Ron frowned at that last question.

"Okay," he said simply, opening the bag and beginning to take out the drinks and bags of chips.

"Oh, you brought chips!" exclaimed Ginny, clapping happily. "Aren't you the best brother ever?"

"See, you git?" Ron told Harry, a smirk on his face. Maybe Marco and Fabio would get the message that they were not needed here through their thick skulls and would fuck off. "Your coke, Love," he told Hermione, giving her the can. Hermione thanked him, but gave him a look that said she knew exactly what he was doing and didn't appreciate it one bit.

"Well, we've got to go," one of the Italians said. "See you around, Ginny, Hermyohnee. Ciao."

Hermione and Ginny smiled at them, and they walked away. The moment they were out of earshot, Hermione rounded on Ron.

"What the hell was that, Ron?"

"What was what?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Don't do that! You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Ron frowned. "I sat down next to my girlfriend and gave her a hug and a drink. What's wrong with that?"

"You were marking your territory, Ron, and I'm not a possession!"

"I didn't say you were!" Ron replied, now getting really annoyed. "But if you expect me to be happy about some Italian chatting you up while he looks at your tits —!"

"They weren't looking at my chest! They were very chivalrous!"

At this, Ginny let out a snort.

"What!?" asked Hermione.

"Hermione, I'm fairly sure they were looking at our tits. They were flirting with us."

Hermione was rendered speechless for a moment, but she soon changed tactics. "Well, even if they were, you've got no right to act like a prat!"

"Yeah, 'cause you'd be very friendly if you saw me laughing and chatting with some girl while she eyes me and flaunts her boobs at me and asks me for how long I'm gonna stay here!" he retorted, now very angry, and got up, grabbing his own coke. "I'm going for a walk," he announced, and moved away in long strides. Okay, yeah, he had acted like a jealous sod, but it wasn't as if she was innocent of that same sin! Or had she forgotten about how she had acted every time Lavender talked to him, or when she just said 'hi,' even when they hadn't started going out together? By then he barely had paid Lavender any attention, and yet Hermione had acted cold and angry every fucking time! Or what about those fucking birds? At least he hadn't hexed anyone!

You would have, if you had caught her snogging him.

Well, then she'd be cheating on me, wouldn't she? And still, I would never had hurt her. Him, surely, but not her.

He practically drowned the coke as he walked, and then threw it into a rubbish bin before moving towards the water. He stopped on the shore, letting the waves caress his feet and calves as he stared into the ocean, the beautiful sight calming him down.

Fuck, he was an idiot. Why had he acted like a brainless git? He had barely seen Hermione in days, and now that they were here, together for a wonderful weekend, he had to fuck it up just because some idiot had been talking to her. Harry was right, she was with him, and he knew it. She wouldn't ever cheat, or play with him, so what was the problem with him? He knew it was a stupid row, yet it had been the worst they'd had in a long time. After everything they had endured, and lived together, they should be past this shit. So what had happened? Was it his insecurities, or just the fact that they were in a normal setting? Being here, in this beach, surrounded by people having fun, it was easy to forget that the war had ever happened. Was that it? Normalcy? Did he fear that she would forget about what they had lived together and discover that she could be better off with someone else?

He shook his head. That was ridiculous. He knew she loved him, as much as he loved her.

"Ron …?" he heard, the sound taking him out of his reverie. He shook his head and turned round. Hermione was standing just about three yards away from him, her pretty, wild hair moving with the breeze, a few curls falling in front of her face. Merlin, she looked so insanely pretty and sexy in that bikini. Yet, the sadness on her face made him want to drown himself in the sea. He had caused that.

"Hi," he said, feeling like an idiot.

"I'm sorry," she said, and Ron opened his mouth, shocked.

"You're sorry?"

"You were right. If I had seen some girl flirting with you I wouldn't have been precisely friendly, either. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'd be quite cold. But you must know I'd never —"

"Hermione, I know," he interrupted her, not wanting her to think he needed her to say those words. "And I'm sorry as well. You were right, I acted like a possessive prat."

She took a couple of steps towards him. "I don't want to fight. I missed you these past days. These past weeks, to be honest, and in little more than a month I'll be going back to school. I want to enjoy this weekend with you."

"I want that, too," he said, and then she flung her arms at him and they embraced. She buried her face in his chest, and he his in her amazing mane of curls. "I love you, Hermione."

"I know. I love you too. So much."

He cupped her face in his hands and then claimed her mouth in a slow, deep kiss in which he poured everything he felt for her. She responded in kind, but, before the kiss turned into a snog and he got another erection, he pulled apart.

"I don't know what came over me. I —"

"It's okay," she said, interrupting him. "I think I understand. We've been in our world for a long time, and now we're here, and everything is different. And I get you're not accustomed to being in the Muggle world like this, and that brought up old insecurities. But Ron, you have nothing to worry about. Yes, I'll admit those boys were handsome, but they're not my type. You're my type. I'm completely in love with you, and no tanned, fit boy can change that."

He smiled at her. "You have nothing to worry, either, even if some Muggle girl flaunts her big tits at me."

She laughed and leaned up to peck him on the lips.

"Fancy a walk along the shore?" he asked her, grasping her hand in his.

She smiled up at him. "A walk walk?"

"A walk walk," he confirmed, grinning. "Though I wouldn't mind one like the last one …"

She let out a hearty, happy laugh, and suddenly everything was all right in the world.

— o —

After a wonderful dinner in one of the recommended restaurants in the town, the four friends decided to go for a walk to enjoy the warm night, and afterwards to have a few drinks and some fun before going back to the hotel. Both Ginny and Hermione had put on black dresses, that — at least Hermione's — looked simply fantastic on her, emphasizing her amazing body. Ron and Harry had put on some smart trousers and button-down shirts. After watching the sunset, they followed the crowd to the most popular areas and then went to a club, where they shared some drinks. Ron, having already visited a club with Hermione in Australia, was less shocked, but Ginny looked like Hagrid in a Dragon Preserve.

"This is so different from our pubs in the Wizarding world!" she exclaimed, amazed. "We should open one of these with magic, we'd make millions!"

"Maybe you should invest the money from the Order of Merlin in that," suggested Harry with an amused expression, taking a gulp of his drink.

"Nah, I'd die of boredom behind a bar. I can make millions as well playing Quidditch."

"And get us free tickets," added Ron.

"Hey, you're rich now, you tight-fisted prat!"

"I'm not rich," replied Ron.

"No? It wasn't you the tall, pale idiot who received fifty thousand galleons a few weeks ago?"

"You know perfectly well we gave a good portion of it away."

"Even so."

"I watched you play for free for years, and now I'll have to pay for that?" he teased her. "Besides, you aren't a professional player yet."

"I will be," assured Ginny with determination. "I'm going to be Quidditch captain this year, and my team will destroy every other. And don't forget I'm in the Slug Club, that'll get me the chance to speak to Gwenog Jones and get a trial with the team."

Ron snorted. "If you're going to play professionally, you should try to join a decent team."

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Like the Cannons, you mean?"

"There's nothing wrong with the Cannons," interjected Harry.

Ginny scoffed. "Please. You're just saying that because you've been friends with that idiot for too long. He's brainwashed you."

"I haven't brainwashed anyone."

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" protested Hermione, rolling her eyes. "Ron, if you want to keep talking about stupid Quidditch, I'll find myself a nice Italian bloke to dance with. So — what?" she asked, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Let's dance," responded Ron quickly, grabbing her and moving towards the dance floor. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Harry and Ginny smirking at him. He showed them the finger.

"Forget about them and focus on me," she said, moving one of his hands to her waist and grabbing the other.

"That won't be a problem," he said, his eyes glancing at her exposed cleavage.

"Don't drink too much," she warned him as they began to move to the rhythm of the music. "I want you in form when we go back to the hotel."

"Don't worry, Love. After seeing you in that bikini and now this dress, I can promise you a hard, long, thorough fuck."

"Good," she said, her eyes darkening. "I'll hold you to that."

And Ron wasn't going to disappoint her. The moment they entered the hotel room, at half past one in the morning, he took a second to Silence the room and then he was on her, kissing her as if he was dying of thirst and she was cold water. She replied with equal passion, her hands moving all over his body: pecs, abs, sides, back, bum. Ron soon moved from her mouth to her neck, then to her earlobes and back down, until he reached her cleavage. After a couple of kisses on the top of her breasts, he moved behind her and began to kiss her nape, holding her mane of hair with one hand while he rubbed her shoulder with the other.

"Mmmmh, Ron …"

The moan sent shivers down his spine and directly to his cock, which was eager to enjoy her. However, he managed to restrain himself and kept his slow pace, intent on worshipping her body like it deserved. He began to lower the zip of the dress, his mouth sliding down the soft skin of her back as it was revealed, leaving gooseflesh on its wake. Finally, he slid the straps down her shoulders and arms and let the soft fabric fall to the floor, revealing the black satin clad goddess underneath.

"Fuck, Hermione," he said reverently. He hadn't seen her put that on, and shit, was she hot. The tiny knickers barely covered her ass, making it look simply delicious. Too delicious to resist, so he cupped it with his hands, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses down her spine. Her lingered on the slope to her bum, just over the waistband, while still massaging that ass he loved so much, and then descended over the fabric, kissing her buttocks over her panties and even giving her a bite here and there.

"Ron, I'm so wet," she told him, her voice desperate. "I need you now."

"Good things come for those who wait," Ron replied, a smile on his face, and continued kissing her bum and back. Then, slowly, he turned her around, his mouth moving over her hip and then to her belly. He put his tongue into her bellybutton for a moment, and then retreated a bit to look at her. Fuck, her tits looked simply incredible in that bra. It barely contained them, and they seemed to be about to spill out of the cups. Fuck, he had to have them!

So he got up and, after claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss, he buried his face in her cleavage, his previous finesse forgotten in favour of a more animalistic approach. He nipped and kissed at her breasts while she raked her fingers through his hair, until, tired of waiting, she moved one of her hands to her back and unclasped her bra.

"Hey, that was my job!" he protested.

"You were taking too long," she replied, and, letting the bra fall to the floor, he cupped his face and directed his mouth to her hard, aching nipples "Suck them!" she demanded.

Who could deny such a request? Certainly, not him, so he opened his mouth and took the nipple and a good portion of her perfect tit in, sucking with gusto. Fuck, she tasted amazing, and the feeling of that bountiful flesh in his mouth made his cock even harder, if that was possible. He sucked and sucked, changing to the other nipple after a minute, while his hands caressed her hips and ass. Hermione's moans grew steadily louder, and she began to buck her hips, clearly desperate for some friction.

He held her nipple between his teeth and (carefully), he pulled, drawing a gasp from her when he released it, making the tit bounce back into position.

"Sit on the bed," he told her, his voice low and husky.

She did as told, sitting on the edge and leaning on her hands, which she had put behind her, thus giving him a fantastic view of her tits. She opened her legs, allowing his hungry gaze to feast on the little piece of cloth covering her pussy.

"Show it to me," he said as he began to unbutton his shirt. "Lower your panties and show me that pussy, Hermione."

She bit her lower lip again, her eyes glancing at his now uncovered chest.

"Show me your cock first. Take it all off."

Ron was about to tell her it was he who was in charge, but he decided to play along. Quickly, he discarded his shoes, trousers, socks and pants, revealing his dick, standing proudly and ready to fuck.

"Stroke it. Softly."

Ron, with his eyes fixed on hers, grabbed his dick and began to move his hand up and down the shaft, letting out a weak moan. Hermione watched him avidly, as if she was about to devour him whole.

Fuck, he hoped she would.

"Cup your balls with the other hand."

Again, Ron obeyed, and began to wank a bit faster. He didn't really want to, he wanted Hermione to do it, or just bury himself in her pussy or her mouth or her ass, but he needed to alleviate the pressure somehow.

"Are they full, Ron?" she asked, moving one hand. She sucked her index finger and then slid it over her tits and down her stomach until she disappeared under her panties. "Are they full of your tasty, hot cum even though you unloaded them in the afternoon?"

"They're always full for you, Hermione, not matter how many times I cum," he answered, his voice strained.

"I know. I'm such a lucky girl … Ahhh," she moaned, the whimper sending chills throughout his entire body. He could see her finger moving over her clit under the tiny panties. Had he had his wand, he would have vanished them so he could watch. "You want to see, don't you?" she asked playfully, opening her legs wider. "You want to see me touching my own pussy, Ron?"

"Yes… Oh, fuck, yes, Hermione …"

"Okay."

She extracted her finger from under her panties and then grabbed the waistband at her right hip. Lifting her bum a little, she began to push them down, slowly revealing her triangle of curls. Too fucking slowly.

"Take them off completely, Hermione," he begged, now wanking harder.

"I could," she said, a pensieve look on her face. "But I prefer you to do it. With your teeth."

"Fuck, yeah!" he exclaimed, and, in two long strides, he was in front of her. He knelt on the carpet and buried his face in her pussy over the knickers, lapping at the moisture that had seeped through them. Hermione let out a moan, but quickly regained control and grabbed his hair, yanking him away.

"No. No licking. No eating. Just take them off."

He tried to do so, but she kept her firm hold on him. "Did you understand?"

"Yes. No licking. No eating."

Nodding in satisfaction, she released him. He grabbed the waistband between his teeth and pulled. He had to change places, as they often get struck against her skin, but, eventually, he managed to get them off. He looked at her crotch eagerly, expecting her to open her legs again, but she kept them closed, giving him just a glimpse of her curls.

"Remember the first time we made each other cum, Ron?"

"Yeah."

"Where did you cum?"

"Over your panties."

"Where were my panties?"

"On you?"

She nodded. "So where did you cum?"

Ron frowned a bit, not understanding, until a candle lit up in his brain. "Oh, yeah! All over your pussy."

"Yes," she said, nodding again. "And I want you to do that again. I want you to wank and to cum over my pussy. My naked pussy this time."

"Holy fuck!" he shouted. On one hand, he really wanted to cum inside her, or at least, by her hand, but to cum all over her pussy … Wouldn't that be hot?

"Come on, Ron. Get on with it. Once you're done I'm going to rub myself over your cum, and then I want to fuck you until I drain your balls completely."

Roaring, Ron pushed her legs open, and placed himself between them, still kneeling. Then, with his eyes on her pussy, he grabbed his twitching cock and began to wank hard and fast.

"Slow down a bit, Ron," she told him, her voice soft and seductive. "Savour it."

Ron tried to comply, but, when she started to rub her own clit and her breasts, it was too much, and he sped up again.

"Can't stop," he said. "Wanna cum. Wanna cum so badly."

"Okay then. Wank hard, Ron. Gods, you look so hot, I want you to cover my entire cunt in cum."

"Oh, shit, shit, Hermione, almost there!"

Hermione shifted a bit, moving her ass closer to the edge of the bed and spreading her thighs wider. "Come on, Ron. Aim!"

Ron moved and got to his feet, but bending his knees so his cock was at the same height than her pussy. He sped up his movements, the tip pointing at her inviting snatch.

"Here it comes, Hermione! Ahh, fuuuuuck!" he shouted as the first spurt flew from his dick, impacting against her curls and painting them white.

"More, Ron, more!" she encouraged, eagerly watching as more and more strands came out, coating her pussy completely in thick globs of his sticky semen.

"Ohh, fuck, Hermione, fuuuuck …" he moaned, getting closer so he could rub the tip against her. He wanted all of it on her cunt, to the last drop.

"Mmmh, Ron, what a mess you made …" she moaned, her hand moving down. Her fingers slid down her curls, coating themselves in his seed, and then she used it as lubrication to start rubbing her clit. "Aahh, feels so good with your semen, Ron …"

"Yeah, Hermione, kept going. Rub it. Make yourself cum," he whispered in a deep voice, his cock still completely hard despite the intense orgasm.

"Yes … Oh, yes, Ron … Play with my breasts, please …"

Ron's hands flew to her tits at once, and he began to knead them with fervour, his thumbs rubbing her hard nipples. She moaned louder and began to rub herself harder while she rotated her hips to get more friction.

Ron watched hungrily as he rubbed herself, eager for her to finish so he could fuck her as hard as he was able to.

"Ron, I'm almost there! I'm there! Oh, gods, oh, gods, oh gods …!"

"Come on, Love. Cum!"

"Rooon!" she shouted as her body convulsed, her fingers a blur over her clit as she orgasmed powerfully. Then she fell on the bed, tired, as her chest heaved. "Merlin …"

Ron didn't wait another second. Keeping her legs spread, he got on top of her, the tip of his hard cock against her entrance.

"Need you," he said simply.

"Have me."

"Oh, fuuuck!" he shouted as he buried himself in her to the hilt. Bloody fuck, how could her pussy feel this good?

"Oh, Ron, you're so deep!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione!" he chanted as he pounded into her, his hands on either side of her head, his hips moving at a frantic pace. Despite his previous orgasm, he was desperate for her. The show she had put on had driven him almost insane with lust and desire, and he couldn't have enough of her juicy, tight pussy. So he went as hard as he could, making the bed hit the headboard with each forceful thrust. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go even deeper, while her hands moved over his back. Ron's yes flew to her jiggling tits, and the sight only fuelled his lust. He lowered his body, so he was covering her and kissed her hard, enjoying the feel of her round breasts against his chest while his right hand moved all over her side, relishing the incredibly feel of her skin. As he pounded, it slid down to her ass, cupping the perfect cheek while he moved relentlessly in her.

"Hermione, fuck, you feel so fucking good! So fucking good!"

"So do you! Faster, Ron! Harder!"

But, instead of complying with her request, Ron took hold of her ass and, with a forceful push of his right leg, made them roll over so she was now in top. If the move surprised Hermione, she didn't let it show, as she immediately took advantage of her position to move up and down his cock. Slowly at first, but then put her hands on his chest and started a frantic fucking, her groin slamming noisily against his with each powerful downwards thrust.

"Fuck, like that, Hermione! Ride my cock like that! Fuck me hard!"

"Gods, Ron, I'm getting close again!"

Ron remained still as he watched, enthralled, how she rode his cock. Everything about her was amazing: her perfect, bouncing tits, her expression of utter pleasure, her pussy, still covered in his cum as it moved up and down his glistening shaft …

His hands moved to her breasts almost on their own, and he began to knead them and rub her hard nipples, which seemed to spur her on.

"Ron, I'm going to come! Ohhh, I'm going to come, Ron — Ooohh, fuuuuck!" she shouted as he felt her already tight pussy spasm around him. He kept massaging her tits and bucked his hips upwards, prolonging her pleasure, until, spent and satisfied, she fell onto his chest, panting heavily.

At once, Ron rolled the over again and began to pound frantically into her, seeking his own climax. His cock swelled inside her hot, incredibly wet pussy and she let out a silent scream. He lifted her right leg, pressing it against his chest and embraced it as he moved faster and faster, until, with a loud shout, he exploded, pouring another big load, this time into the clutching depths of her cunt.

"Ahh, fuck, Hermione …" he moaned, kissing her right calf while his hands moved over her toned thigh. Then he let it down and, extracting his still hard cock from her hole, he bent over and kissed her, his right hand moving to caress her left tit.

"Gods, Ron, that was amazing …"

"It was, but I want more. Tell me you want more as well, please …"

"Merlin, Ron, you're insatiable," she commented with a smile. "But yes, I want more. I always want more with you, but I need a few minutes to recover."

"Don't worry, I'll keep myself entertained meanwhile …"

And with that, he kissed her again, passionately, and then moved down her body, stopping at her breasts, paying attention to each one until they were wet with his saliva. Then moved down, kissing her stomach. But, before he could reach her curls, her hands on his hair stopped him.

"Ron, shouldn't we clean the mess we made before?" she suggested. "My mound is still coated in your semen."

"Oh, I wasn't going to lick your pussy," he said, lifting his face a bit.

"Weren't you?" she asked, sounding a bit disappointed.

He shook his head, giving her a saucy smirk. "But you'll love it."

Hermione released his head, and Ron moved down once more, kissing around her pussy — which, in his opinion, looked fantastic — and then, spreading her legs, kissed her inner thighs, making her squirm. Then he knelt between her legs and, grabbing them, moved the left one towards her right side, and the right one towards the left, forcing her to roll onto her stomach.

Ron almost let out a growl once her perfect ass was on display, and quickly moved to knead both cheeks, relishing in their firmness, roundness and suppleness. Fuck, her ass simply drove him nuts.

"You've got the most perfect ass ever, Hermione," he whispered in a deep, husky voice and he leaned over her. Every time I see it I can't help but think about how tight and hot it is, how good it feels when you let me fuck it …" he said, his lips moving over her skin.

"Ron …" she moaned.

Ron began to kiss her ass while his hands kneaded it, giving her the occasional bite, which made her squirm. But when she squirmed, her cheeks jiggled a bit, only making hi want her more. His cock was already at full mast, but he wanted to savour this, so he kept loving her bum. After a bit, he used his hands to spread her cheeks, revealing her puckered hole and he slid his tongue along her crack, grazing her rosebud and making her flinch a bit.

"Oh, Ron, yes, yes, do that! Do my ass, please!"

Ron didn't need her request, but obliged nonetheless, and began to rim her, moving his tongue all over her most secret hole. Hermione bucked her hips a bit, trying to push her ass more against his probing tongue. This only fuelled Ron's desire, so he stopped moving his tongue around and pushed against her muscles, trying to get it in her.

"Ahh, ahhh, Ron, ohhh, yes, yes! Deeper! Deeper, Ron!" she begged, her hands moving over the duvet, grabbing fistfuls of it.

Ron grunted and buried his face deeper into her crack, the feel of her perfect cheeks surrounding him making him even hornier. He licked and moved his tongue in her hole, driving her crazy. Wanting to make it even better for her, he moved his right hand and shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt, making sure they rubbed the sweet spot on the front wall every time.

Hermione went delirious, squirming so hard it made it very difficult for Ron to keep tonguing her ass. However, he kept at it, and only stopped when she felt she was about to orgasm.

"Ron, no, no, Ron, I was just there!" she whined, turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her hair was in complete disarray, strands of it sticking to her flushed cheeks, and Ron felt inflamed with lust.

"I need to fuck you again, Hermione," he replied, grabbing his cock to stroke it.

"Do it, then. Now, Ron, or I'll go insane!"

Groaning, Ron threw himself over her and, cupping her face, he turned her head a bit more so he could kiss her wildly. At the same time, he nested his cock in her ass crack and began to move it up and down. Hermione mewled into his mouth, and Ron knew he couldn't wait a second longer. Using his legs to push hers apart, he lifted his hips and, while still kissing her, used his left hand to position his tip against the entrance of her ass. He pushed a bit, so the very tip was opening her puckered hole, and then broke the kiss, moving a few inches a way to look into her eyes, silently asking.

"Do it."

Grunting, Ron claimed her mouth again and pushed down, his cock entering her ass. He used all his self-control not to shove it in in one forceful thrust, and just eased his way into her delightful ass, savouring every inch that went in.

"Fuck your ass is so fucking tight, Hermione … Oh, bloody shit, is so good … so fucking good …"

"Gods, Ron, you feel so big in my tiny asshole … Mmmmh …"

"Fuck, Hermione, it's all in … All in … Shit, gonna fuck you hard …"

"Make me cum, Ron. I want to cum so badly …"

"You'll cum," he whispered against her ear before sucking on her lobe. "You'll cum so hard you'll pass away."

"Yes, yes, Ron, please!" she begged again, squirming in such a way that felt amazing on his cock.

Ron used his left hand to free her nape of her hair, and then bit on it as he started to move, enjoying the amazing tightness surrounding his dick. He gave her a few thrusts, trying to loose her a bit, and then took hold of her hip with his right hand and, still buried in her, rolled them onto their side.

"I want you to get on top of me, but like this, without my cock still in your ass," he told her. "Can you do that?"

She nodded her head. "If you help me."

He eased his left arm under her and kept his right on her hip. He also slid his left leg under hers. Then, using that leg for leverage, he rolled slowly onto his back, bringing her with him. She helped him with her own hands, and soon she was sprawled on top of him, his cock still buried in her clutching asshole.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked, curious.

Ron didn't answer. He was too busy looking at how good her tits looked like this. As her head was on his shoulder, her back was arched, making both globes look perfect from his point of view. He couldn't help by taking them in his hands and kneading them.

"Such delicious tits, Hermione. So round, and firm and — fuck …" he muttered, his hips bucking a bit. "Open your legs. Let them hang around mine."

She did as told, and Ron bent his knees, so he was able to shup with his feet. With his left hand still on her breast, he moved the right down to her pussy and flickered her clit. He response was immediate, and she almost jumped on top of him, causing a couple of inches of his cock to get out before she fell down, burying it back in her ass.

"Aaah, Ron!"

"Fuck, Hermione!"

He placed his index and middle fingers against her clit and began to rub it in circles, while at the same time making slow, shallow thrusts into her ass. She arched her back even more and moaned loudly, her hips bucking.

"Oh, Ron, this is an amazing idea! Yes, yes, touch me! Rub my clit while you fuck me, please!"

Ron needed no encouragement. Yeah, this way he couldn't fuck her the way he wanted, but he could give her an amazing time. He wanted her to melt between his arms.

"Yeah, I will. I want you to cum very hard, Hermione," he muttered against her cheek.

"Yes, yes, Ron. Ohh, ooh, gods, feels amazing! Amazing! Ron, you've got to do this to me while being in my pussy as well. Ohh, oh, gods, gods, gods, like that! Move your fingers and your cock like that!"

"Shit, Hermione, you're so fucking hot, so responsive … Fuck …"

Having left her on the verge of orgasm while he licked and fingered her, he knew she would come fast, so, when she was again on the verge, but not too close, he stopped rubbing her and just grasped her hip to fuck her ass harder.

"Ron, no, no!" she moaned, almost sobbing. "Please, touch me! Touch me! Or fuck me harder!"

Ron grinned and kept going at the same pace. Frustrated, Hermione tried to move her own hand to her pussy, but he grabbed both hands and held them against her sides while he pumped with his hips.

"No."

"Ron! Ron, don't be an asshole, I need it! I NEED IT!"

"I know, and I'll make you see stairs, I swear. Now just enjoy my cock in your tight ass."

"Fuck, fuck, Ron, I promise I'll kill you once I cum, I — Ohhh, ohh, GODS!" she yelled, her previous threats forgotten when he began to rub her clit again. Her hips began to buck like mad, so she was almost fucking herself on his cock. Ron closed his eyes for a moment, the sensory overload almost too much, and he concentrated on rubbing her clit. Suddenly, he felt her own hand on top of his, pressing it harder against her, and that drove him wild.

"Put a finger in your cunt, Hermione," he told her. "Now!"

She complied at once, her hand moving past his, to her entrance, and then he felt her tense even more, the pressure on his cock increasing slightly.

"Yeah, like that," he said approvingly, and resumed rubbing and fucking her.

With her body assaulted from so many fronts, it didn't take long for her to reach the edge of orgasm once more. She turned her face to him, and he pecked her lips.

"Ron, I'm just there, just there, please, please, please!" she said, her fingers moving frantically inside her.

"Cum for me. Cum hard," he whispered.

And, at once, her entire body was seized by a powerful orgasm.

"Ohh, ohhh, gods, gods, gods, yes! Ohhhh, yessss!" she screamed between spasms. Ron continued rubbing her and squeezing her tits, while her ass clenched around his cock, trapping him so tightly she almost made him cum.

After almost half a minute, her body relaxed and she sagged on top of him. She moved her hand off her pussy and rested it on her stomach. But Ron grabbed it in his and brought it to his face, so he could suck on her drenched fingers.

"Mmmh, Ron …" she moaned with a satisfied voice, kissing his cheek lovingly. "That was wonderful …"

"You cum really hard," he said, with a smug smile.

"Mmmmh, that I did," she agreed, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm. "But you are still hard …" she added, clenching her ass and making him moan.

"Yeah, I am. And I really want to fuck you."

"Then do it."

Wanting more leverage, he moved them once more so they were lying on their sides, and then again so he was over her with Hermione on her stomach. Then, sliding his hands under her body so he could cup her tits, leaned against her ear and whispered, "Ready for my cock?"

She turned her head and nodded.

"Fuck me, Ron."

Ron groaned and lifted his hips until only his tip was in her, and then thrust down again, burying himself in her ass once more and moaning with the immense pleasure. Hermione moaned as well, burying her face in the mattress. Ron squeezed her tits and began a quick, fast fucking. Not needing to hold back, he felt his orgasm approach quickly, her perfect, tight, hot asshole milking his cock wonderfully.

"Hermione, fuck, you feel so good. Shit, gonna cum. Gonna cum soon."

"Come on, Ron. Come in me. Fill me up again."

"Unnngggh, Hermioneee!" he shouted, feeling his bollocks tighten, ready to fire. "Unnnngggh, cumming! Fuck, cumming!" he shouted as his cock deposited a torrent of cum deep in her ass. Hermione, in response, clenched her muscles, making it tighter for him and sending his pleasure to new heights as he finished unloading.

Spent and satisfied, he rested his body on top of hers, allowing his cock to deposit the last drops in her ass while he kissed her sweaty neck and kneaded her tits.

"Better?" she asked, turning her face to look at him, a smile on her face.

"Fuck, yeah … You're amazing, Hermione …"

They shared a kiss and then he got off her. They embraced on the bed and kissed again while their hands moved over the other. Hers, over his back; his, over her ass.

"Tired?" he asked.

She nodded. "A bit."

"Not up for another round, then?"

"Mmmh, I think I'm pretty satisfied for tonight."

"So you wouldn't want to try being on your back on top of me, while I'm in your pussy this time?"

She looked at him, and he could tell she was really considering it.

"Liked that, didn't you?"

"You know I did, though I'm really, really tired …"

"Are you?" he asked, kissing her breasts once more while he kneaded her ass more firmly.

"Yes, though … Aah, Ron!" she gasped when he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it. "Gods, I cannot believe you're still horny after all we've done today …"

"I'm always horny for you, Love, you should know that by now."

"Yes, and I love it," she declared, bringing his mouth back to his for a passionate kiss. As their mouths moved, her hand moved to his dick, which was almost completely hard once more. "See, Ron?" she said when he moved his mouth to her neck. "You haven't got to worry about any fit Italian boy or anyone else, I doubt any of them have your stamina and a cock always ready to pleasure me …"

Her words drove Ron wild and he kissed her again, his hand moving to her pussy, which he began to rub eagerly. After a long snog and even more touching, the separated and Hermione reached for her wand. He cast a Cleaning Charm and both her twat and his dick and then kissed him again.

"Get on top of me," he asked between kisses.

Driving her tongue into his mouth, Hermione pushed onto his chest until he was on his back and straddled him, rubbing her slit against his hard shaft. Ron's hands moved to her bum, kneading both cheeks eagerly before sliding up her sides to cup her tits.

Hermione broke the kiss, leaving then panting and then, with a wicked smile, she sat up and then turned round, so her back was towards him. Lifting her hips, she grabbed his cock and held it against her entrance. Then, looking at him over her shoulder, she slammed down, taking it to the hilt in her tight, dripping pussy.

"Aaah, fuck, Hermione!"

"Mmmmh, Ron …"

She arched her back, letting her curls fall over her skin and began to rotate her hips, moving slowly and sensually. Ron put his hands on her hips, looking at her in complete awe. Fuck, she was so sexy riding him like this, with her ass moving on his groin.

"Merlin, you really have a sexy ass, Hermione. Shit, I'll never tire of seeing it in action like this …"

As a response, she leaned forwards, putting her hands on his legs just below his knees and giving him an even better view. Then she lifted her ass, giving him a fantastic view of his cock leaving her pussy, and then slammed down, hard, her cheeks rippling with the impact, the noise as erotic as the act itself.

"Fuck, Hermione, yeah! Take my cock like that!"

"Gods, Ron, you feel so good inside me …" she moaned, moving faster and faster.

"Shit, Hermione, you're fucking amazing … you're like a fucking goddess …"

"Maybe I'm the goddess of fucking, Ron …"

"Shit, yeah, you are! Fuck, move your ass, fuck yourself on my cock!"

She rode him harder and harder, the sound of her ass hitting his lower belly filling the room along with their combined moans. Besides the incredible sight of her bouncing ass, Ron could also glimpse the sides of her tits as they moved up and down, which only made him harder inside her.

She kept riding him for three of four minutes, and then, suddenly, she pressed down against him hard and stopped.

"Hold me by my sides, just under my arms, Ron," she asked, leaning back a bit.

Ron put his hands where she had indicated, and then she moved her legs so, instead of kneeling atop him, they were stretched next to his, so she was sitting on his cock.

"Let me down know."

Ron, understanding what she wanted, lowered her body until she was lying on top of him, his cock still in her. He bent his knees, so they were in the same position as before, only this time he was in her pussy.

"Now touch me and make me cum," she demanded, letting her body relax.

"Fuck, you have no idea of how sexy you are or how much you turn me on."

She smiled. "Oh, I think I do. The proof is inside me right now, isn't it?" she said, teasing, while she clenched her vaginal muscles around him.

"Fuck, Hermione …"

"That's it. Fuck Hermione, Ron."

Ron's hands flew to her tits and he fondled her roughly while he kissed her neck and moved his hips, rocking her body with his. After just a minute, he moved his right hand to between her legs and began to rub her clit again in time with his shallow thrusts.

"Oh, yes, like that, Ron. Just like that. Make me come with your cock inside so my pussy can clench around it. Mmmmh, yes, yes, oohh, your fingers are amazing …"

"Fuck, you're amazing. You're incredible, Hermione, I want you to cum so hard you pass out!" he hissed, kneading her breast harder and rubbing her faster. "I want your pussy to gush so much juice you soak my cock and balls!"

She arched her back, the pleasure taking control over her body. "Yes, Ron, yes, make me soak you … Make me cum really hard …"

"Bloody fuck, 'Ermione …" he muttered against her cheek as she writhed on top of him. He kept rubbing her, his hips pushing his cock into her pussy, getting her closer and closer to the edge …

And, finally, she reached her peak once more, and her cunt fluttered around his dick while she arched her back, her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure.

"Like that, Love, like that," he encouraged her, still thrusting. "Cum hard."

"Gods, Ron …" she muttered when her orgasm finished. "Mmmmh …"

"You look so fucking hot when you cum, Hermione. I want you so bad."

"Can you finish like this?" she asked, moving her right hand to cup and caress his cheek.

"Yeah. Want me to?"

She nodded.

Ron put both hands on her tits to hold her and then began to thrust hard, his hips moving frantically. Soon, however, he felt he needed another angle, so he moved his hands to her hips and lifted her a bit, arching her body. Chasing his orgasm, he fucked har as hard and fast as he could, grunting animalistically until, with a deep, hard push, he buried himself in her twat to the hilt and exploded, filling her up once more.

"Fuuuuck, Hermione, fuck!" he shouted as he finished. Exhausted, he let her body fall back on top of him and he embraced her, his hands moving over her stomach and her large tits.

"Satisfied at last?" she asked, sounding utterly tired but completely sated.

"For now," he said. "Though if you want another round …" he trailed off.

"No, thanks," she said, rolling of him and onto her stomach, her hair falling all around her head an over her face. "I can't move anymore, and my pussy needs some rest. Especially my clit. Too much friction."

Ron propped himself on his left arm and looked at her, his fingers tracing her spine down to her ass.

"I'm so glad to be here with you. I really missed you."

She moved a bit, pushing her hair off her face.

"I missed you too."

He reached for her wand and cast Cleaning Charm upon themselves and the bed. Then threw it back onto the bedside table and caught her in his arms so they were snuggling together.

"I'm still sorry for our row. We've got this amazing weekend for us and I want to enjoy it to the fullest with you."

She caressed his cheek, then leaned in for a soft, loving kiss. "It's forgotten, Ron. I want to enjoy this with you as well. So let me warn you I might act like a very clingy girlfriend."

"Oh, you can cast a permanent Sticking Charm between us, Love. I wouldn't mind one bit."

She let out a laugh, and they kissed again. Reluctantly, they moved so they could get under the covers. Then Ron pulled the sheet over them, and they fall asleep, embracing and naked.

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Well, some summer fun! I hope you liked it, including the fight at the beach. To be honest, I don't know where that came from, as I had not planned that. I know this story doesn't feature much jealousy, if anything at all, yet in the books is an important trait in both Ron and Hermione's personalities. Yes, usually Ron is depicted as the jealous one in fiction, and maybe he was a bit louder about it, but I always found Hermione to be much more jealous. Even meaner about it. As Ron himself says, at least he never hexed her!

Now, the next chapter should be up much sooner, as I already wrote a great part of it. But before that I'll upload a one-shot. It's a really smutty one (even for my standards!) which I hope you'll like as well. Then, after the next chapter of DO, I hopefully be able to start posting one of the other stories, but well, I'll keep you informed.

See you very soon!