And here it is the next chapter.

I know I told you it was the longest yet, but no, it isn't. I think it's ranked third, but, anyway, it's massive so I'm splitting it in two. However, don't worry, I won't you wait. I plan on publishing them both today. However, given my generosity, I hope you leave reviews in both parts. I really want to know what you think of the first part, as it has a completely different style than the previous chapters.

This part contains about one-third of the chapter, as there was no good place to split it.

Hope you like it!

Chapter 31 (part I)

Letters and Birthdays

Ron and Harry Apparated to the Burrow after a long and exhausting day of training. Ginny and Hermione had left the day before, and both were feeling quite down. True, it had been only 36 hours or so since he had seen Hermione, and they had spent longer periods of time without seen each other the week before, but then he knew he could Apparate to her house, or she could Apparate here whenever they wanted. Now that wasn't possible, and it made him feel lonely and sad.

"Hi, dears," Ron's mum greeted then, already hands on with dinner. "Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Hungry?"

"Famished, Mrs Weasley," said Harry, dropping onto a chair.

"Good," she said with a smile. "But while I finish here, there are two letters for you both in your roo—"

They didn't let her finish. The moment they heard the word 'letters' both were already running towards the stairs.

Ron grabbed his, which was lying on the top of his desk and then threw himself onto his bed. He stared at the envelope, almost drinking Hermione's neat handwriting. He then tore the wrapper apart and grabbed the piece of parchment inside, eagerly reading its contents.

Tuesday, September 1st, 1998

Ron,

We're already settled into our dormitories, just after having a fantastic feast at the Great Hall, and I can't stop thinking about you. You can't imagine how odd was coming here without you and Harry. I missed you so much during the journey and the feast! The castle looks the same, no one would say there was a battle here (except for the memorial, of course), and yet at the same time everything feels different. Don't get me wrong, I had a good time with Ginny and Demelza and the others, but I can see a you-shaped hole everywhere. While we were at dinner, I couldn't help but remember how you used to pile food onto your plate before digging into it like a starved man, which filled me with almost unbearable longing. I miss you in everything I do: during the prefects meeting in the train, when I didn't hear your comments to the Sorting Hat song, when I took the first-years to the tower … I know, I know. This is usually done by the fifth-year prefects, but you know me!

The Head Boy is Aaron Carnigham, from Hufflepuff. He's of Ginny age and I barely remember him, but Ginny says he's nice and intelligent, and helped a lot last year. He's kind and competent, but, as I talked to him before the prefects' meeting in the train, I couldn't help but see you in his place. Yes, yes, I know you might be snorting right now, but I think you'd be a good Head Boy (if you applied yourself to it, of course!). And well, that led to me imagining a few ways in which we could make working together more enjoyable. I suppose I was still in a high after the fantastic night we shared. I know we made love loads of times, and I'm still a bit sore as a proof of that, but I'm already missing it. I wish I could just go to bed with you, have you inside me and then fall asleep in your arms.

Yes, I talk like one of those stereotypical silly schoolgirls that are nothing without their boyfriends (an image of girls I profoundly despise, as you very well know). I am my own person and, though I love you as much as it is possibly to love someone, I can manage on my own. But just after telling myself that, I just wish I could be with you.

So, summarising it, I'm a bit torn, happy to be here but missing you (and Harry) so much. We lived so many things together in this castle … That day with the troll you saved not just my life, but the whole of me, in every aspect. I can't — and neither want to — imagine what my life would be if I hadn't met you. Hogwarts is not the same without you two.

I must prepare my things for tomorrow. You know me, I want to be ready, and then it's time to sleep, as I didn't get much rest the yesterday. I hope I dream with you. That would be wonderful.

I love you so much, Ron. I send a million kisses to you in this letter.

Give my love to Harry and your parents as well.

Your girlfriend

Ron let his head fall onto the bed, sighing. Fuck, when he thought he couldn't miss her more …

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember their last night together. He had to stop it, however, as his cock was starting to harden, and mum would soon call him for dinner. To avoid the temptation of a wank, he decided to write to Hermione before going down, as afterwards he had to study and do his homework, so he got up and moved to his desk.

Wednesday, September 2nd, 1998

My Hermione,

I was so happy to find your letter waiting for me when I came home. Fuck, I miss you so much as well, and it's been just a day! I know this will sound cheesy, but you're part of me, and having you so far away feels wrong and unnatural.

And fuck, talking about our last night together … Shit, Hermione, I still can feel you writhing under me as you cum hard. I can't stop thinking about it, even though I should stop, I don't fancy going down for dinner with a stiffy. But I promise you that tonight, before I fall asleep, I will take care of my poor neglected cock thinking about all the wicked things I plan on doing to you when I see you.

Harry and I will be flat hunting this weekend. I'll make sure to get a big, sturdy bed, so it can stand the many ways I intend to take you on it. I know, I know, I was going to stop talking about sex, but you know I have a one-track mind, and as you're the fucking sexiest girl on Earth with the most amazing pussy, you can't blame me.

Now I'm going to stop talking about your pussy, because talking about your sweet, hot, tight cunt drives me — Too fucking late, I'm already hard as a rock. Well, I hope you take good care of that juicy pussy you've got, Love, because I assure you, I'll be wanking twice tonight!

And now I'm going to stop this before I've got to pop into the bathroom for a quick one. I hear Harry moving, and we're both famished. I'll tell everyone you send your love. Say 'hi' to Ginny and Demelza and the others and try to enjoy your last year.

I love you so fucking much,

Your hung-as-an-hippogriff boyfriend

Thursday, September 3rd, 1998

Ron, you're completely crazy! I'm still laughing about your letter, it caused so many emotions in me! And yes, before you ask, it also made me quite wet. I had to change my panties after, as you put it, 'taking care of my pussy'. It was a good thing I waited until the evening to read it. I wouldn't be able to stand it if I had read about you and your wonderful cock while having breakfast with your sister.

Merlin, I wish I could see your face right now! Either you're groaning or you've got that smug smirk on your face I love so much and which I'd love to wipe off with a good snog. I miss your kisses and your presence every minute.

But apart from that, I'm enjoying my first week here. Being Head Girl is hard but it's also very rewarding, though I must admit not having Professor Dumbledore around feels strange. Of course, Professor McGonagall is an excellent Headmistress, but Hogwarts feels a bit soulless without him. The others don't seem to notice it as much, though. Maybe it was because they were here last year. Dean told me today he feels a bit odd as well. It also could just be that you aren't here. You know you can be infuriating and stubborn and a right pain in the ass at times, yet you insufflate colour into everything. Without you, everything feels a bit … dull. As if lacking life.

I love you so much, Ron, and even when I'm busy you're always in the back of my mind. I swear sometimes I can hear you saying 'Hermione, take a break,' or 'Hermione, let's go play something'. It's quite annoying really, and yet I can't help but grin! People will start to think I'm a bit insane.

Think about what you did to my poor ass at the Ministry when you take care of yourself tonight …

With all my love,

Your Naughty Hermione

Friday, September 4th, 1998

For fuck's sake, woman!

I almost injured my wrist last night, and I need it to use my wand (the one made of wood, you dirty girl!) during training. And after what you've written today, I'm afraid I'll have the same problem tonight. Fuck, Hermione, you make me so damn horny I'm going mad, and we've been apart only for four days! Shit, just imagining you pleasuring that juicy pussy of yours makes me hard as a fucking rock. Shit, I hope there is a Hogsmeade visit soon or I'll end up completely insane with longing and lust.

Now wait a moment … Did you say 'when I'm busy'? Hermione, you wrote this yesterday, so you only had two days of classes. How the hell can you already be busy!? Are you trying to read the entire library before leaving Hogwarts? No doubt you could do that, Love, but fuck, give yourself a break! When I write Ginny this weekend I'll give her hell for not having an eye on you! Are you at least eating properly? You'd better be, I love every one of your fantastic curves!

Fuck, I'm really tired, thank Merlin tomorrow is Saturday at last! I do miss when I had entire weekends to be lazy. Shit, I just remembered this weekend Harry and I are going to be looking for our place! Ohh, kill me please, so I can rest … Love, if you want to engage in one of your I'm-going-to-change-the-world projects, let me suggest forbidding working (or training) for six days a week!

Now, talking seriously, I'm enjoying the training, and so is Harry. And well, we'll be done by Christmas and then we'll be Aurors in practice, so it's okay. I suppose we'll still get some insane shifts, but well, I'm looking forward to it.

I'm going to take care of my aching cock, as I really need to cum, and I'll follow your suggestion and think about your fantastic, tight ass.

You are fortunate enough to have two free days, so enjoy them for those of us who can't.

Missing you more than I can express,

Your favourite ginger in the world

Saturday, September 5th, 1998

Ron, despite your signature, I know it's you, because Crookshanks is here with me and he can't write letters.

At once, Ron frowned, muttering the cat's name almost with distaste.

Oh, I wish I could see your face right now! I'm laughing just imagining it!

"Very funny, Hermione, very funny," he said, shaking his head, though a smile had appeared on his face at the image of a grinning Hermione.

Before anything, let me tell you that today they released the list of planned Hogsmeade visits, and I've got fantastic news in that regard, as there is one almost every month! I was so ecstatic when I saw the list I almost jumped in joy. The first one is on the twenty-sixth, so only three more weeks and we'll be together. It's a shame they didn't schedule it for the week before, or you could have given me my birthday present in person. And well, let me tell you I know exactly what I'd like for you to give me …

About me being busy, well, if I'm struck here at school, I want to make the most of my time. We've got NEWTs this year, which are worse than the OWLs, so I want to be well prepared. And don't you dare tell Ginny anything, I don't need a babysitter! Not that anyone can make me do what I don't want to do, so you would just be wasting your time. And by the way, yesterday, Dean, Ginny, Demelza, Terry Boot, Luna and a couple other girls spent a couple of hours after lunch under the beech tree near the lake, talking and having a good time, so I'm not employing all my time studying or fantasising about you, though I admit I spend quite a good amount of time doing those two things. But what can I say? I love learning, and I miss you so much. In fact, I'll tell you a secret: I missed so much the feeling of having you inside me, that I transfigured a piece of wood into a dildo of the same size and shape of your cock. Of course, it doesn't feel the same, but I love having it in my pussy when I rub myself. It makes thinking of you much easier, and I love how my cunt clamps down on it when I come moaning your name …

Did I make you hard, Ron? I hope I did. I like thinking of your cock, hard and big for me. I hope you've got time for a good wank amidst all the flat-hunting. If you do, take into consideration that I want you to ejaculate all over my tits.

Have a good Sunday!

Your favourite bookworm

Sunday, September 6th, 1998

Merlin's saggy balls, Hermione!

Fuck, I almost had a fucking heart attack when I read your letter. I was so shocked that I was in a daze all day. Harry called me on it, asking me where the hell I had my head. Of course, I couldn't tell him I couldn't stop thinking about you masturbating with a toy resembling my cock, despite having wanked (twice) in the shower after reading your letter.

When we talked about sending each other dirty letters I didn't imagine you would be so good at it, though it shouldn't be a surprise, as, one — you're good at almost anything, and two — I've heard the things you say sometimes when we're fucking.

You must promise me you'll show me how you do it with the toy, though I can't promise I won't get jealous of something else being in your delicious, tight pussy. Shit, I should read your letters at night just before answering them, now I've got to wank again! See what you do to me? You drive me completely mad, every minute of the day!

I'm so happy I'll get to see you so soon, though right now, another three weeks seem like a century. I didn't know you could miss something with the intensity that I miss you, Hermione. Your absence is like a thirst I can't satiate. This school year won't be over soon enough!

I'm glad to hear you're having fun, even if neither Harry nor I are there with you. And yeah, I know no one can make you do anything you don't want to. Ginny reminded me of that as well in her own letter, calling me things that are not very nice. It hurt me quite a lot and I might need some comfort from you when we meet.

Regarding flat-hunting, we succeeded! Yeah, I know you're probably frowning, saying we didn't look long enough, but both Harry and I decided we didn't want another day like today. I mean, we lost our Sunday and tomorrow is Monday again …

Anyway, we decided for a flat in Diagon Alley. It's not big, but is nice and cosy, and has two bedrooms, with a living room, kitchen and bathroom. It's not much, but, after all, it's just for a few months, or a year at most. Then you and me can find our own place, and Harry wants to live in a proper house. I'm already anticipating showing you my bedroom. For your information, I got a very sturdy bed.

I won't dignify what you said about Crookshanks with a response, but keep in mind I'll punish you appropriately next time I see you. So you'd better prepare that sexy ass of yours!

Now it's time to sleep (after cumming all over your tits, of course!). Tomorrow will arrive much sooner that I'd want.

Lots and lots and lots of love (and cum!) from

Your Ron

Friday, September 11st, 1998

My handsome boyfriend,

Sorry for not writing yesterday, but I had a prefect meeting, and then the girls insisted to have some 'girl talk' in our room. Afterwards I needed to get some reading done, and when I finished I was too tired to write.

However, I attached a little package with something to make it up to you. I had them on the last time I masturbated, and I put a Stasis Charm on them, so — well, you'll be able to enjoy them, I think. Just don't let anyone see them, or I'll kill you!

At this point, Ron, very excited, took the little package that had come with the letter and opened it, revealing a pair or tiny, black lace panties. Ron grabbed them, his cock already at full mast. The moment he touched them he realised they were damp, the Stasis Charm keeping them in the same state as when Hermione had cast it. His nostrils were suddenly invaded by her scent, and his cock throbbed with desire and need.

"Holy fuck …" he muttered, reverently touching the fabric that, only a day before, had been in contact with Hermione's juicy pussy. Bloody fucking fuck!

Gulping down loudly, he put the panties on his bed with the utmost care and grabbed the letter to keep reading.

Classes are going well. NEWT level magic is fascinating, of course. We've got loads of work to do, but it's challenging and very interesting, so I'm enjoying myself. I talked to Hagrid today, and tomorrow I'm going to meet him for tea after the Quidditch tryouts. I just hope he doesn't make one of those rocky cakes! He told Ginny to come as well, but she declined, she wants to have a meeting with the team after the tryouts. I just hope she doesn't become as obsessed as Angelina or Oliver Wood, she still has to think about her NEWTs, after all.

And it seems like your last letter was a bit prophetic (and, no, I'm not talking about you imagining me touching myself!). Professor Slughorn cornered us after Potions yesterday and told us he is going to hold a dinner for the Slug Club tomorrow evening. And maybe you won't believe it, but he asked me about you, and this time he got your name right! He wanted to know whether you'd be interested in attending one of these dinners. I had to restrain myself not to scoff. I couldn't help but think about how he overlooked you for a year, not giving you any consideration despite the many wonderful and incredibly things you had already done. But now that you've got an Order of Merlin and very famous, suddenly you are welcomed to the club. I'll probably go tomorrow, but I'm going to try to get out of it. A professor shouldn't pick favourites this way!

I hope everything goes well while moving to the flat. Both Ginny and I wish we could be there to help you.

I love you, Ron, and I'm missing you more than ever.

Hermione

Ron was still frowning about Slughorn asking about him. Yeah, he had fought in the battle, but he was still a greedy, interested git. He imagined the professor asking him to come to a meeting, and him refusing. 'Sorry, Professor Slugcock, I'm too busy with my Auror training.' Ah, it would serve the prat —! But as he was thinking that, a sudden idea occurred to him, something much better than paying Slughorn back: if he was invited to the Slug Club dinners, then he could go to Hogwarts and see Hermione! Maybe even accompany her to the Common Room afterwards, with a brief — or not that brief — detour to the Room or Requirement, given that it still worked, or to the Prefect Bathroom …

He began to fantasise, and soon before he realised, he was touching his aching cock over his pyjama trousers. His eyes fell on Hermione's lace panties and he grabbed them. Fuck, did she want him to use them to wank? The perverted idea excited him even more and he lowered his trousers, his hand moving to his cock. He put the panties around it and then began to stroke, the lace making the wank more intense. With her scent in his nostrils, Ron began to imagine peeling those panties off her, revealing her perfect pussy. She would spread her legs for him, and he would lick it all, savouring her delicious juices. Then he would suck on her clit and finger-fuck her hole until she came loudly, screaming his name.

His hand sped up as he surrendered to his fantasy, now imagining him entering her, her delicious tightness gripping his cock, her expression of pleasure as he fucked her, her bouncing tits …

He let out a groan of delight and his cock exploded, soaking the already damp panties with a torrent of his hot, sticky cum. He grunted, his eyes tight shut as his dick finished, a feeling of intense relief and bliss filling his body.

"Holy fuck," he muttered when it was over, a satisfied smile on his lips. That had been the best wank in ages!

Sunday, September 13th, 1998

Naughty Hermione, you're going to be the death of me.

Holy fuck, I read your letter yesterday and I'm still in shock. Fuck, you sent me a pair of sexy panties drenched in your juices! Fuck, I could smell your delicious cunt in them, and I won't lie to you, I had the most amazing wank in a long time using them. And I did it again this morning. I know I'm an absolute pervert, but fuck, cumming on them feels so naughty, so wicked. Of course, it doesn't compare to cumming in you, but still! So well, thanks, I suppose, though I feel a bit like an idiot for thanking you for sending me your dirty knickers …

In any case, don't worry, they're safe. I'm already at our new flat. We brought the last things today, so we're settled, and there's no chance of my mother finding them. Harry doesn't go snooping into my things, but, for precaution, I put them under a Hiding Spell we learned in class.

I'm so glad you're enjoying your classes. I'm enjoying mine as well. All of us are, in fact. However, I still can't wait for the course to be over, I feel like I haven't had a lazy weekend in months!

Regarding the Slug Club … Well, though two years ago I'd have jumped for behing chosen for it — well, I'd have jumped if just Slughorn had remembered my name! But if I'm honest, now I don't want to take part in it. But you see, it would be an occasion to see you at the school. We could replay some of our best memories from our sixth year, when we used to snake around to fuck all the time. Shit, just remembering a few of those moments have me in need of using your panties again!

Now, seriously, if you don't want to attend those parties, then don't. But if you're up for it so we can see each other more times, then let me know, and you can tell old Sluggy I'm interested in dinner (of course, I'll be thinking about eating your pussy, but we don't need to tell him that, right?)

Now, my naughty, amazing girlfriend, I'm going to relieve myself and then go to sleep. Tomorrow is Monday again. Fuck …

All my love,

Ron

P.S.: Do you want me to send you a pair of pants drenched in my cum?

Saturday, September 19th, 1998

Dear Ron,

Thanks for your letter, it was very nice to wake up hearing your voice coming out of your letter. Ginny and the others, however, didn't find it amusing at all, as they were still asleep, so let me warn you: watch your back for Bat-Bogey Hexes next weekend!

Oh, I'm so jealous right now! I'm glad that you and Harry had dinner with my parents, but I wish so much I could be there, sitting next to you, so we could hold hands, or you could put your hand on my thigh … Merlin, Ron, I want to see you so badly! I know my wish will be granted in a week, but I can barely wait. Please, please, confirm that you'll be free and will come. If I've got to wait another month to see you, I'll go insane.

I'm glad that you're using my gift to you properly, though at the rhythm you're going, you'll need another pair soon. Know what? I'll make a deal with you: make me very, very happy next Saturday, and you can keep the panties I'll wear that day for your … personal enjoyment.

Of course, I can't blame you, I've been quite busy as well. Back in sixth year (before we started fooling around) I used to touch myself twice or thrice a week. Now I'm doing it practically every day, that's how much I miss you!

Now that I've given you something to think about, let me tell you that I had a great birthday. Mum and Dad got me a couple of books and a wonderful, very elegant watch, but well, I don't have to tell you, I'm pretty sure you helped them get it, I doubt they went by themselves to Diagon Alley to buy it. I love that it can disguise itself as a Muggle watch when I'm around Muggles. So thank you for your part on that. The girls gave me a couple of new robes that look amazing, and Dean made me a living drawing of you and me that I simply love. And then they started singing 'Happy Birthday' in the middle of breakfast! Oh, I was so embarrassed! Ecstatic, mind you, but terribly embarrassed as well. They didn't let me do anything productive in the entire day, so once I finish your letter I'll try to get some reading done. I know, I know you'll scoff, thinking I'm ahead in my studies, but I'm not. I mean, NEWTs are really hard!

I love you a lot can't wait to see you,

Hermione

P.S.: I've just realised this is my last year as teenager! Can you believe that?

Tuesday, September 22nd, 1998

My beautiful, sexy Hermione,

Sorry for not writing you sooner, but well, you know we had Friday and Saturday off so we could rest and be ready for the special training on field that stared on Sunday. It lasted three days. We've been home only for a couple of hours, time enough for a long shower (we couldn't take one during the training, so imagine how good we smelt!), have a copious dinner Mum sent us (we were famished) and read your letter.

Fuck, are you serious? I can keep your panties? Shit, I wasn't going to wank tonight, as I'm really knackered, but I think you just changed my mind! It doesn't matter how tired I am, just thinking about you has my cock roaring! Don't fear, I'll be there next Saturday, and I promise you I'll make an effort to make you extra happy! So happy you'll soak your panties so much that if you twist them they will drip!

Regarding the watch, yeah, I accompanied your mother to get it, but the idea was all hers. I'm so happy to read you had a good birthday and that you liked my congratulations. And don't worry about hexes, I'm an accomplished Auror in training, I can deal with a few students, even if they are as nasty as my dear sister.

I'm very, very glad you were forced to take the entire day off. Even if you felt bad about it, I'm sure the next day you felt recharged and energised to go back to your studies with renewed dedication.

We've got the morning off tomorrow, but we'll be very busy on Thursday and Friday, so this is my last letter before I see you. Fuck, I can't wait. Just imagining having you in my arms and kissing you while my hands drift down to that amazing ass of yours makes me wish I knew how to make time go faster! I'm counting the hours until I see you again.

With all my love,

Your strong, brave Auror

On the morning of the 26th, Ron was up really soon. He had gone to bed early, but the anticipation had made him so antsy it had taken a lot of time until he fell asleep. Wanking would have helped, but he had refused to give in to his desires. He hadn't come since Tuesday night, wanting all his pent-up cum for Hermione.

"Are you ready?" he asked Harry for the fourth time. He was already dressed, with his cloak on, and Harry was still choosing a jumper. "I'll go without you!" he threatened.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Ron, I want to see Ginny and Hermione as badly as you do, but it's still a couple of minutes until ten, and they can't leave the castle before then. They won't be in Hogsmeade in another fifteen minutes. At least."

Ron grunted. "By the way, remember not to come here."

Harry put on an expression of disgust. "I won't, but you and Hermione had better keep yourselves to your bedroom! I don't want you two to defile our couch! Or, Merlin forbids, our kitchen table!"

"Did you say 'defile'?" Ron asked, amused.

"I did, and don't change the subject," Harry said in the same warning tone, raising a finger towards Ron for emphasis. "No shagging on the couch, Ron!"

"Bugger, Harry, I think we can control ourselves, you know."

Harry threw him a look of pure disbelief, and Ron felt himself blushing a bit.

"Ready? Can we go already?" he asked, changing the subject.

They Disapparated and materialised in Hogsmeade High Street. There weren't any Hogwarts students there yet, but you could feel in the air it was a Hogsmeade weekend at Hogwarts.

"I miss it," said Harry, his eyes looking at the castle over the forest. "Not classes and all that, but the castle."

"Yeah, I know."

Ignoring the looks they were receiving from the inhabitants of the village and the whispers that followed them as they walked, they moved to the point where the street turned into the road to Hogwarts and leaned against a wall as they waited. Around ten minutes later, they began to hear the characteristic noise of excited students, and soon a bunch of them appeared after taking the last turn, talking loudly and laughing.

Ron and Harry felt the stares of many of the children as they passed them, but both made an effort to appear ignorant to that fact. Finally, after what seemed like an unending line of students, Ron got a glimpse of Dean, Terry Boot, Luna, Ginny and Hermione.

Hermione was wearing her school robes, yet Ron felt unable to take his eyes off her. Fuck, it seemed incredible, to be so near to her after a fucking month. He saw Terry comment something, and her eyes found him, her mouth curving into a radiant grin. Her body seemed to twitch a bit and, for a moment, he thought she was going to run at him and jump into his arms, but in the end she restrained herself, surely thinking that launching yourself into your boyfriend's arms was not appropriate Head Girl behaviour.

Ginny, on the other hand, didn't have those qualms, and broke into a run, throwing herself at Harry and wrapping her legs around his waist, almost making him topple over. The she kissed him soundly on the mouth.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Ron growled.

"Shut up, git," said Ginny before claiming Harry's mouth once more.

"Hi, Ron," said Dean.

"Hi," replied Ron, noticing that his former roommate was accompanied by a smiling, blonde girl from Ravenclaw. Ron remembered her a bit. She was a couple of years younger, he recalled. However, his gaze went almost immediately back to Hermione, who was staring at him with deep emotion behind her beautiful brown eyes.

"Hermione."

"Hi, Ron."

"Oh, kiss her already, you daft idiot," said Ginny with a hint of exasperation in her voice. "It's not as if all of us hadn't been witness to your displays before, we don't believe that prudish attitude at all."

It wasn't that. Ron simply couldn't stop staring at her, drinking in her presence. But then the need to hold her became overwhelming, and he opened his arms in invitation. At once, she slammed her body into his and kissed him passionately. He embraced her, relishing the feel of her perfect body against his as they continued kissing.

"I missed you so fucking much," he whispered against her lips.

"I know. I missed you as well."

"Well, now that the couples have reacquainted, should we go to the Three Broomsticks?" suggested Dean.

Ron and Hermione pulled apart, though he held her hand firmly in hers. He greeted Luna and Terry, and then was introduced to Aaron Carnigham, who looked a bit shy in the presence of Ron and Harry.

"You really don't mind watching the students today?" Hermione asked him.

"I already told you, not at all. You always do so much, so I don't mind."

"You've got to watch over the students here in Hogsmeade?" Ron asked, frowning. That was new.

Carnigham shook his head. "Not really. But Hermione thinks that, as Head Students, we should."

Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes, and Aaron let out a laugh. "Have fun. Pleased to meet you, Ron."

"Likewise," said Ron, and then the Head Boy marched away, joining a couple of boys. "He's nice," Ron commented.

"He is. Now, should we go?"

"Yeah."

They went to the pub, where they were soon joined by Seamus and Neville, and, at some time later, by Hagrid, who almost crushed Ron and Harry with a hug. They had a good time talking and reconnecting, and then had a quick, early lunch.

Once they had finished, Hermione and Ron said goodbye to the others and gout out of the pub. The day had turned windy, and she adjusted her cloak around her body.

"Fancy a walk around the village?" she asked him.

"If you want …" he responded, though his tone showed his disappointment. He was dying to have her all for himself, after all.

"It's just I am Head Girl, so I don't want to just Disapparate here, in the middle of the village," she explained in a low voice. "Let's just walk around for half an hour or so, then I'm yours."

"You promise?" he asked huskily, getting closer to her.

"Yes. Besides, I still haven't got my birthday present."

"Very true."

They walked around the village, hand in hand, for a bit. They even stopped by Honeydukes and then briefly at Scrivenshaft's. Finally, around a quarter past one, Hermione pulled Ron to the outskirts of the village.

"Time to show me your flat, Ron," she said once they were completely alone.

Eager, Ron made them move past a few trees, and then he Apparated them both to the living room. Hermione staggered a bit, a bit caught by surprise, but soon recovered and started to look around, studying the living room and the small kitchen. Ron, meanwhile, kept his eyes on her.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's cosy, though it's obvious you haven't spent much time decorating."

Ron shrugged. "Neither Harry nor I care about that."

She turned to face him and took off her cloak and robes, revealing her school uniform. Fuck, it had been too long since the last time he had seen her in it, and she looked as sexy as ever. Fuck that, she looked far better. In fact … was her skirt shorter? It used to reach her knees and now he could see three or four inches of her creamy thighs.

"Do you want to show me your room, Auror Weasley?" she asked with a slightly devilish smile.

"Fuck, yeah," he nodded eagerly, his cock already hardening.

He led her down the hallway to his room and opened the door. He usually didn't bother making his bed, but today he had changed the sheets and cleaned.

Hermione looked around, touching the few photos on the bedside table. One of them was of the two of them, laughing, during their time in Australia. "I like this picture," she commented.

"Me too."

"Your room looks very tidy, Ron," she commented, giving him a knowing smirk. "Is it usually like this?"

"Well …" he trailed off, and she let out a laugh. "Do you want your gift?" If he didn't give it to her soon, he wouldn't. Having her here, in his bedroom, was quickly making him lost his sanity.

"Yes."

Ron opened one of the doors of his wardrobe and took a square package which he handed her.

"A book?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sort of," he said. "The truth was that I didn't know what to get you, so I asked your parents for advice, and your mum said what you'd value the most was not jewellery or expensive things, but something heartfelt, so I came up with that. I hope you like it."

Hermione unwrapped it carefully, revealing a photo album with covers of Gryffindor colours. On the cover was the same photo Hermione had grabbed before, and, just below it, the words 'All About Us' in intricate, though beautiful letters.

Hermione stared at it in absolute awe, her fingers softly tracing the words. Slowly, she sat down on his bed, her eyes never leaving the image, and then opened the album. The first photo was one of the two of them her parents had taken the during that Easter at the Grangers'. As she flipped the pages, there were some of them at Bill and Fleur's wedding, then the one her parents had taken of the two of them during the boat trip in the Sydney Harbour, and, right next to it, one of her alone. This one was magical. She was looking at the city at sunset, her hair flying all around due to the breeze. Then she turned her head and a brilliant smile appeared on her face. Under it, Ron had written, 'The most beautiful girl I've ever seen.'

She looked up at him, her eyes bright with emotion. "Ron, this photo … you didn't take it."

"I know. But well, if you can use a pensieve to watch your memories, it is also possible to use them to make a photograph. That image of you … it's one of my favourites. Well, along with those of you naked, but I couldn't put those in there, so I wanted that image printed, to never forget it. I would have fallen in love with you at that moment if I weren't completely under your spell by then," he confessed, and his ears turned a bit pink. "So — do you like it, then?"

"Like it?" she asked. "Ron, this is the most amazing gift anyone has ever given me. I — I can't believe how amazing this is. And the little annotations under the pictures …" Her voice brook and she stopped talking.

Ron shrugged. "I just wanted to show you how much I love you."

And then, suddenly, she was in front of him, her arms around his neck, and she was kissing him with all the passion she could muster. Ron froze for a moment, taken aback, but then his brain kicked in and he cupped her delightful ass, pressing her against him as he kissed him back.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she said between kisses. "You're the most amazing boyfriend ever, Ron."

"Hermione …"

"Make love to me, right now. I want you so much."

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