Summer heats up a bit for our young couple...but alas, interruptions are always a thing at the Burrow...

Early release! I know I typically do Sundays but as tomorrow is Easter Sunday, I opted for a day early for those of us who celebrate and will be with our families watching little ones chase after eggs and such lol.

Did you think summer was over and they were heading back to Hogwarts already? Nah...they were but then this fun little scene happened and I just had to share.

Two warnings with this chapter: (1) It's Smutty Saturday, so you know what THAT means, and (2) Our youngins are still technically underage...just in case that's not your thing! I really tried to keep them apart but *shrugs* they're passionate. They have a mind of their own. Happy reading!

"Come with me," Ron whispered in Hermione's ear as he brushed past her in the kitchen. She had just dried the last of the lunch dishes and Ron was having a difficult time resisting the very sight of her in her skirt and tight sleeveless shirt. It was a hot day in late August, but Ron knew the weather was not the only thing making him feel hot.

"Where are we going?" she asked as he took her hand and led her out the back door.

"For a fly," he said and winked. Before Hermione could protest, he led her, instead, to his dad's shed rather than to the shed which housed the family's brooms.

"Ron," she whispered her warning, cottoning on to his plans. "What about-"

"Relax," he interrupted, opening the door and leading her inside. "Mum's in her room resting or knitting - she won't be down until she's ready to get dinner prepared. Dad, Fleur and Bill are at work, Harry and Ginny are flying around the pitch..." as he spoke he led her to the back of the shed, and lifted her onto a clear spot on the work table, bringing her level with him. "It's just...us," he gave her his lopsided grin, knowing that would surely do her in.

As his hands spread across her waist, hers ran up his chest to his shoulders, before wrapping around his neck possessively. "Well," she spoke now in a low, husky voice. Success, Ron thought. "Seems that you, Mr. Weasley, have thought of everything."

His hands ran up her back pulling her as close as possible. "I've definitely thought of this," he whispered as he leaned in and claimed her lips with his.

There was nothing chaste about this kiss. They're physical relationship was growing steadily over the summer; their kisses were longer and deeper, and their hands roamed more freely. Ron flicked his tongue across her bottom lip requesting entry, and she opened for him. He moaned in her mouth as she sucked on his tongue lightly, and got lost in the taste of her, the feel of her. His large hands ran up under her shirt and pressed against her back pulling her in even closer, if possible, and he gasped slightly when he realized there was no bra strap obstructing the feel of her smooth skin. She moaned in response and scooted her bum closer to the edge. Ron was careful to be sure his growing erection rested against the table's smooth edge and not her - not wanting to startle her but also seeking a bit of friction in the process.

"Ron," she breathed out as his wet lips slid across her jaw to the spot below her ear that he loved so much. He grunted in question as his lips and tongue nipped and tasted her skin. "That feels so good," she whispered. He grinned against her. He loved so much when she reassured him that whatever he was doing was right.

Her hands had slid back down to his chest, grasping his shirt in little fists, and were now dancing down by the hem of his too small shirt, seeking skin. Ron pulled back just enough to pull the offending garment over his head, knowing full well what her little fingers were looking for. His lips returned to hers and his own hands returned to her back. He relished in the feel of her hands on him and his chest against her, but wanted more.

He slid a hand around to her front and ran his calloused fingers across her stomach. His lips found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck and sucked lightly as his thumb skimmed the bottom swell of her breast. He'd felt them before, but only through her shirt. His long fingers itched to reach up and feel her skin in his hand. "Ron," she panted breathlessly, "please." He pulled back and looked in her eyes. They were dark and swimming with lust and want. For the hundredth time, Ron found himself completely in awe of the fact that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He rested his forehead against hers, maintaining eye contact, as he slowly slid his hand up to cup her bare breast.

"This what you want Mione?" he asked in a whisper so seductive he barely recognized his own voice. It was insane the things she did to him - the man she made him. She nodded then whimpered as the rough skin of his palm brushed against her hardening peak. Ron licked his lips as he massaged her breast, wanting nothing more than to wrap his lips around it. He settled for her mouth for the moment, pulling her swollen bottom lip into his. They snogged deeply for a while as his other hand joined the first, attacking her neglected breast. Suddenly she pulled back with a huff. Startled, Ron dropped his hands, silently berating himself for taking things too far - he was always so careful with her. He never wanted to push her.

This lasted only a couple seconds, however, as he quickly realized why she pulled away. With a coy look on her face and a smile reserved only for him, Hermione reached to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

As she shook her hair free of her shirt and discarded it on the ground, Ron took in the sight in front of him and almost felt dizzy with want. "Bloody fuck," he whispered. He tore his eyes back up to her face, waiting for her to scold him for his language but instead was met with that small smile. "You're so beautiful Mione." He pulled her back into him, delighting in the feel of her bare chest against his, her nipples on him, her soft skin and breasts against his hard muscle. His lips attacked her neck again as she released a breathy moan that was mostly his name. "So bloody gorgeous," he whispered between kisses. "My Mione." He brought his face to hers and rubbed his long nose along her small one. "Mine," he whispered and kissed her deeply.

"I love you," she moaned as he directed his lips down her jaw and neck once more. "I love you Ron."

"I love you so fucking much," he said into her collarbone as he peppered soft kisses along it. "You're so soft," he murmured, "so perfect," his lips going lower and lower - the tops of her breasts, the skin around her nipple - until finally, his tongue snuck out against her peak and she hissed, jumping slightly. He couldn't stop grinning, finally wrapping his lips around her and sucking softly.

"Ooohh!" she cried out softly. "Oh, Ron!" She moaned and writhed against him as he suckled on one breast, then dragged his lips across her chest to the other, leaving a trail of wetness along the way. Her thighs squeezed his and he briefly thought about her bare thighs wrapped around his bare thighs as he drove into her rather than pushing his jean-clad hardened length into the side of the wooden workbench.

Her hands were lost in his red hair as he worshiped her upper body. He returned to her lips, one hand on her left breast and one hand rubbing up and down her back, and kissed her almost lazily. She sighed contently and pulled him in fully as they explored each other's mouths.

Bill and Arthur landed with soft pops in the back garden. "We likely missed lunch," Arthur said to his oldest son, "but I'm sure we can find something."

"I'm surprised you were able to leave early, dad."

"Yes, well," Arthur ran his hand through his hair in the typical Weasley men fashion, "truth be told, I've been trying to spend as little time as possible at the Ministry these days. If I can bring work home or skip out early to work on...other things, I do."

They started towards the house when Arthur stopped suddenly. "Speaking of," and Bill knew he was thinking about the impending war and the Order, "there's something I want to show you." He turned back towards his work shed and Bill followed. "Could use your input actually. On a little...project I'm working on."

Bill nodded and they made it to his shed. Arthur opened the door and stepped in, Bill on his tail, when Arthur stopped abruptly.

When Bill looked up into the shed he couldn't believe his eyes. There, in the back of the shed, was a half naked Hermione in the embrace of his equally half-naked baby brother. From their standpoint, they couldn't see Hermione, thankfully, as Ron's wider body was blocking her, but he could see his hand on her chest and his lips well...everywhere!

"Ronald!" Arthur gasped.

"Oi!" Ron started and turned his head to see them while simultaneously making a point to truly block a clearly horrified Hermione. "Shit!" he said loudly, followed by a "Fuck" under his breath that Bill just heard and then a soft "sshh...it's okay."

"Unbelievable," Bill muttered. He started to back out of the shed.

"Dressed and outside in 2 minutes," was all Arthur said as he turned to leave the shed behind Bill.

Bill tried to read his father's expression as they waited for the embarassed pair to emerge from the shed. He looked angry, but Bill swore he noticed a trace of slight amusement as well. Well, he thought to himself, if you're going to get caught by anyone...get caught by Dad.

Even so, Bill still found it hard to wrap his mind around his baby brother being caught in such a compromising position. What really surprised him wasn't what they were doing, but the way Ron was with her. The way he immediately had the foresight to completely cover her from their view, almost protectively. The way he seemed to try to comfort her in the split second he realized how horrified she was. Bill shook his head in awe at who it seemed his baby brother was becoming.

When Hermione and Ron finally emerged from the shed, their shirts on but their skin still flushed and hair wild, Ron held Hermione's hand and placed her, again, Bill thought with amusement, protectively, slightly behind him. Bill knew he was ready to take the brunt of whatever the downfall would be.

"In my work shed, Ronald?!" Arthur rounded on him loudly. "What are you thinking?! What if your mo-" he stopped, glanced over at the house and took a deep breath. Then he dropped his voice tremendously. "If your mother caught you-"

"What's going on?" Bill's and Ron's eyes both bulged and Hermione groaned out a soft "oh no", her eyes dropping to the floor. Molly came bustling out of the house, obviously hearing the dulcet tones from the garden. "Arthur! Bill! You're home early." She surveyed the group as she walked up. "What's happened?" She looked intently at Arthur then Bill, then Ron. Her eyes narrowed as she eyed Ron and Hermione carefully. "Well?"

Arthur, looking slightly defeated, looked at Ron. Bill knew he likely had no plans to tell their mum. Knowing his Dad, he would have reprimanded Ron, gave him a private talking to about decency, and then brushed it under the rug. But there was no way to hide it now. They're mum knew something was going on and until someone fessed up she would beat it out of them. "Son," Arthur started to Ron, "You or me?"

Molly looked expectantly between Arthur and Ron.

Ron straightened himself up and took a deep breath. "Dad found me in the shed...with Hermione."

"RONALD!" Molly cried.

"We weren't...you know," he said quickly, putting his free hand up with a wave. Bill noticed his other hand grasp Hermione tighter and push her even further behind him, as if he felt the need to be in between her and their mother. "We were...just kissing." Arthur let out a huff then pulled a face that let Bill know it was not intentional.

"Just kissing?" Molly asked, her arms crossing in front of her chest. Bill winced. There was no lying to their mum. Not even by way of emitting the truth. She just...she had her methods. Bill often wondered growing up if she wasn't a Legilimens.

Ron took a deep breath as Hermione hid her face in his back, knowing what was coming. "Our shirts...were...off-but-I-swear-that-was-all-we-were-doing-nothing-else-was-happening," he said the last portion quickly and in one breath.

Molly was eerily quiet as she eyed the pair. "Both of you, to the sitting room. We need to have a word. Bill, you go with them... give your father and I a moment please."

They all nodded and made their way into the house.

Once the back door closed Ron seemed to release the breath he was likely holding. "How bad is this?" he asked his oldest brother.

"Bad," Bill breathed out. "Mum's so hacked off she's not even yelling." Hermione groaned.

"I know," Ron sighed sitting on the couch. "That's even scarier. I'll take the yelling. That was...I've never..."

"Ron...what were you thinking?" Bill asked finally.

The younger redhead shrugged. He glanced at Hermione who must have realized he needed a minute with his brother.

"I'm going to get some water," she said quietly and quickly head into the kitchen.

"I was thinking," Ron hissed, "that I wanted to be alone with my girlfriend. That I wanted a moment alone to tell her how much I lo-" he stopped short, averting Bill's eyes. But it was too late. Bill smiled.

"That wasn't just an act of lust we saw back there was it?" he asked quietly. Ron finally looked up at him and shook his head. "You love that girl. Like...really really love her." Bill swore he noticed Ron's eyes glisten as he nodded. "That's good," he said simply. Ron looked at him with a confused expression. "You know our parents love love," Bill said smiling. When Ron still didn't cotton on, Bill sat on the small table in front of him. "Look, if this were any girl that you were just getting your kicks in with, mum would go ballistic. Absolutely, positively ballistic. She'd likely lock you in your room in order to save all the innocent young maidens from the likes of you 'whipping out your wand' at every chance." He laughed as he said the last line and noticed that Ron couldn't help but crack a small smile himself. If Bill knew his youngest brother, he knew Ron was likely thinking how ridiculous it sounded that he would be that kind of bloke.

"But," Bill got serious again. "This is Hermione. You both clearly love each other more than anything. And I'd bet you're pretty committed to her, aren't you?" Ron nodded and looked worriedly towards the kitchen. "Mum and Dad will see that." Bill stood up and started towards the kitchen, then turned. "And, at least if it's still bad...you'll be back at Hogwarts with access to all the broom closets you want in two days, eh?" He winked at Ron who chuckled slightly, then stood to meet Hermione who was walking passed Bill back into the during room.

The eldest Weasley brother paused and looked back at the pair as Ron wrapped his arms around her. Bill couldn't hear what he was whispering to her but knew that he was trying to keep her calm. He smiled and shook his head at the two just as their parents came into the house.

As Arthur watched his oldest and youngest sons and the young witch he already regarded as another daughter walk into the house, he sighed. He knew this day was coming. He'd seen how close Ron and Hermione were getting, and kept telling himself he needed to have a talk with Ron, man to man. But between Ron's being at Hogwarts and the war and the Order...he admitted to himself that he allowed his son's growing relationship to slip to the very back of his mind. He put other things in front of his family, something he vowed never to do.

"I can't believe this," Molly was mumbling to herself, wringing her hands in her dress. "Of all the nerve...Arthur, what were they doing? What did you see?" When Arthur paused she added, "Tell me the truth."

He could never lie to Molly, not even to protect the children from her Prewett temper. Truth be told, he'd rather protect himself from her temper...if he had to choose.

Arthur sighed and thought to himself that Ron made his bed and would just have to deal with the aftermath of his decisions. It was, after all, a part of growing up.

"As Ron said," he started slowly, "Bill and I walked into the shed and they were holding one another and kissing...but they were both bare from the waist up."

Molly shook her head. "Oh, that poor girl." She stopped her voice, her eyes wide. "Did you or Bill see-"

"No!" Arthur cried. He wasn't at all surprised that his wife's first concern was the dignity of the young girl they had both grown to love as one of their own. "No, we couldn't see her at all." He stopped and thought. "In fact, I'd say we owe that to our son." Molly looked at him inquisitively. "It was as if by instinct, Ron... surrounded her. He covered her and blocked her without a second thought." He thought for a moment. "Never seen that look in his eye, Molly. She was his first priority."

When Molly just crossed her arms and huffed, Arthur lowered his head to make eye contact. "I reckon, that our youngest son is truly in love."

"Be that as it may-" she started, but her husband interrupted.

"I know, what they did was still wrong as far as our rules go. However...I would feel pretty hypocritical if we were to come down on them too hard for this." He raised an eyebrow suggestively at her as a reminder of their own activities when they were sixteen. She shook her head at him and huffed, but he could see the tiniest hint of a smirk.

"Listen, Mollywobbles," he placed his hands gently on her shoulders, and felt her immediately relax to his touch and his term of endearment, "we'll go in there and talk to him. We'll tell him that any such activities in this house - or the sheds surrounding it - are not to get to the point they did today. But we cannot stop them from finding other ways to express their feelings to one another. All we can do is be sure that they know how to make good choices and that they know how to protect themselves." She looked away from him, almost in defiance. "We can lock them in their respective rooms for the remainder of the holiday, if you want, but know that in two days when they return to Hogwarts, we have absolutely no control of their actions there."

"He's just a boy," she said softly, as if feeling defeated.

"He may always be our little boy, but he's becoming a man, Molly. Faster than we thought. Love and war will do that."

"She's just a girl."

"She'll be of age this year...in just a couple of weeks if I remember correctly. And as bright and as headstrong as she is, I don't think we have to worry about Ron forcing her to do anything against her will. Nor would we have to worry about Ron trying to do that regardless. You know how we raised our son. How you raised our son." Arthur knew that praising Molly's mothering would soften her a bit, and thus make this easier on everyone.

She sighed. "He is a good boy. And she's an amazing young witch, she is." She looked back at the house. "Come on, we have a son to talk to." Arthur knew that this calm wasn't the angry calm before the storm Molly showcased moments ago, so he took her hand, happy to have settled her, and they made their way back to the house.

They walked into the sitting room to find Hermione noticeably worked up. Ron was rubbing her arms and comforting her. Arthur quietly watched him wipe away her tears as he spoke to her in low soothing tones he's never heard him speak in before. Arthur realized this was a side of Ron he really hasn't seen never seen - he'd seen a couple sides of his son he'd never seen before that afternoon, if he was being honest.

Molly cleared her throat to announce they're presence and the couple tore apart. Arthur suppressed a grin.

"Hermione,"Molly said softly, "please go upstairs to yours and Ginny's room so we can have a word with our son." The girl nodded and stepped away, though they're hands were still connected. Ron squeezed her hand and nodded reassuringly before letting it go. Once she was up the stairs, Ron took a deep breath, stood to his full impressive height and turned to face his parents.

So much like a man, Arthur thought. Merlin's Beard, when did our youngest boy become a man? When he fell in love, I suppose.

Ron heard the lack of anger in his mum's voice when she instructed Hermione to go upstairs, so he was somewhat hopeful.

Plus, what Bill said was true... If they were punished it would only be for two days, then they would return to Hogwarts.

"I have some questions, and I'd like you to answer honestly." He nodded and braced himself for his mum's interrogation. "Were you..." she paused and seemed to regroup. "Did you force her to do anything she didn't want to?"

"No Mum I swear I-" Molly interrupted the start of his rant with a hand.

"I have to ask, Ronald. Deep down I believe you would never, but I have to ask." He nodded and actually found he felt a sense of relief that she was looking out for Hermione in that way. "To that effect, I also have to ask if you felt coerced-"

"No, Mum. She would never."

Molly nodded. "Alright," she said softly. "How far were you intending to go today? If you're father hadn't walked in at that moment?"

Eyes wide Ron gulped. "I mean...I...we..." he thought for a moment and decided the truth was the best bet. "Honestly, mum, I didn't expect us to get quite that far as it was. It just happened. I just wanted a moment alone with her to...to kiss a bit." He looked at his mum and a thought suddenly entered his mind. "You have to know there is no way I would have allowed her - our - first time doing that to be in a dusty old work shed. No offense Dad." Arthur shook his head with a slight chuckle.

She nodded again. "So...you've thought about it then? Your first time?" Ron shrugged, then finally nodded under her gaze. "You love her?" He nodded again and she sighed. "Then you will do right by her, which I believe you are. I'm not going to sit here and lecture you on the importance of waiting for marriage - you know my stance and my hopes for my children, and it will likely fall on deaf ears if today is any indication. You're going to make your own decisions. When I say do right by her, I mean that you make sure it's her decision as well as yours. That it's what she wants, fully, in that moment. That neither of you will look back and feel ashamed."

Ron could feel her eyeing him for a moment, though he was avoiding her gaze. "Let me ask you, do you feel ashamed about your actions today?"

The boy stupid up straighter and looked directly at her now, almost defiantly. "No," he said simply and truthfully. "Would have rather not been caught or had my girlfriend almost be seen by my Dad and brother, but...no. I-I love her. And I'm not ashamed to express that...with her."

Molly smiled - actually smiled - and nodded once more, seemingly satisfied by what he said.

Blimey...this is a really weird side of Mum. But, maybe Bill was right.

"I just have one last question, then you are to go to your room and stay there until dinnertime." Ron nodded, taking that to understand this was likely the extent of his punishment. "Do you - both of you - know the charms?"

Ron's eyes opened like owls. He gulped and slowly nodded. "Both of you know them?" She pressed. "You're sure?"

"I...I asked Bill a while ago and he taught me," Ron said. "A-and knowing Hermione, I'm quite certain she studied them and learned them on her own, as she's done just about everything else.". He held back a chuckle.

"I don't doubt that," Molly smiled wistfully. "That brilliant girl." Ron did let out small chuckle now. "Even so," she said, her somewhat stern voice returning, "feel free to warn her that I'll be having a chat with her myself, to be sure she knows them fully." Ron grimaced. "I must, Ron. Her mother can't, so I will." He nodded in understanding.

Molly went to the kitchen then to make them some tea as Arthur had a few last minute words with his son. When she returned, she gave Ron two cups, instructing him to drop one off to Hermione on his way up to his room. This caught Ron by surprise.

"She's embarassed," Molly said softly. "Horrified even. Take a minute - just a minute mind - to reassure her. Let her know we're not angry. But, that you are both to stay in your rooms until dinner. And that her and I will have a chat tonight." Ron nodded and started up the stairs. "And leave the door open!" she called after him.

Hermione paced the length of the room wringing her hands. Will they send me home? But we go back to school in two days! What will I tell my parents? Oh, they hate me. They must hate me. Finally she sank onto her camp bed miserably. They think I'm a scarlet woman defiling their youngest son. She let that thought consume her as she laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

After a short while of repeating these thoughts on her mind, she heard a soft knock.

"Mione?" Ron's voiced called through the opening door. She jumped up from the bed partly relieved and partly startled. Ron was the last person she expected to come to her first. Oh God, she thought. They sent him to tell me the news that they were kicking me out! That I'm never to return again!

But Hermione noticed the two cups of tea in Ron's hand, and gave him a questioning look. He came into the room, leaving the door wide open, she noticed, and placed both cups on the table beside her camp bed. He took her hands in his and kissed them. "M'sorry," he said softly. "That was awful...I'm so sorry."

"Are they terribly mad?" she asked.

"Um...no actually. Mum just asked me a few questions, then said we're to stay in our rooms until dinner. But she said I could bring you some tea and...you know...she figured you're in a right state." He ran his hands up and down her arms. "It's okay. Mum'll have a chat with you later, but it's okay."

"A-a chat?" She looked at Ron horrified.

Ron winced. "Yeah...erm...you know...the-THAT chat."

"But... Oh, I already had that talk with my mum," she said flatly, not wanting to repeat that particular humiliation... Least of all with Mrs. Weasley - the mother of the boy she would be doing the things they would discuss with!

"Yeah well, she wants to be sure you know the charms. So...really you had the muggle version with your mum. You'll get the witch's version with mine. Sorry."

"No...don't be. I'm just glad they're not angry and kicking me out. And you-you're not in huge trouble are you?"

"Nah. She'll likely keep us busy and separated the next couple of days until we leave." She nodded. "I have to head up now," he said glancing at the door behind him then leaning his head down to hers. "I'm going to try to put the second part of this afternoon out of my head and just think about the first part," he whispered in her ear and she chuckled. She relaxed under his hands which were still on her arms. "That first part was bloody brilliant." He looked into her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered just as his lips pressed against hers in a quick kiss. She wanted more but knew now was not the time. "I'll see you at dinner," she said as he stepped back and picked up his tea.

"See you at dinner." He strode out of the room and closed the door.

Alone once again, Hermione picked up her tea and took a sip. She sat on her bed and decided to take a page from Ron's book, thinking about the events before his dad and brother walked in. She smiled and felt her face flush slightly as she recalled Ron's hands and lips and tongue all over her. She decided she'd break any rules to feel him that close again.

They'd just have to do better about not getting caught.