In Between

Author's Note: Hi again! This is the next installment in this series. Having such a lovely time revisiting this world. Fluff/smut ahead!

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Chapter 25: Dreams & Reenactments

Ron,

Do you remember that dream we talked about? The one where we were on the grounds of Hogwarts together, enjoying each other while people around us had no idea? Remember how I mentioned that we could make that dream into a reality at some point as long as I wasn't missing classes close to exams?

Well…

Can you meet me by the lake this Saturday around noon? If you're working, I'll be sure to have you back to work in time.

Let me know. Miss you.

Love (an eager),

Hermione

'Mione,

Bloody hell. Can I meet you? What kind of question is that? I'd move sodding heaven and earth to meet you for that.

Don't you worry. I'll be there.

Love (an even more eager),

Ron

Hermione couldn't help but smile when Merlin dropped off Ron's response to her owl. Her cheeks flushed, and she felt like she was lucky she was in her room and alone when she read it. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation as she thought back to this particular dream they'd discussed and the possibilities of making it a reality. Perhaps she would have to make use of that Valentine's Day lingerie she'd purchased for their meeting, though she knew she wouldn't be wearing it for long.

She didn't love public displays of affection, and she didn't want that attention from strangers but she often lost herself in the moment with Ron and forgot they were in public. But this was different. There was something exciting about being with him, knowing that they couldn't be seen or heard by the people that were around. She knew how to make sure the charms kept things private, since the horcrux hunt had given her the chance to perfect these skills, so she wasn't worried about the charms failing and someone seeing them. It was exciting to think about, and she never thought that would be the case for her but Ron brought out sides of her she never knew existed.

When Saturday rolled around, she excused herself from the common room, telling Harry and Ginny she had plans (they didn't tend to ask any questions anymore anyways) and headed up to her room to get ready. She put on the lingerie and then, because it was the weekend and she didn't need her uniform, put on a nice sundress, one that she knew Ron would appreciate and that was weather appropriate. She was thankful it was sunny and warm that day as she had hoped because they would be outside, and the whole fantasy would be ruined if they needed to perform warming charms to keep from freezing.

She made her way to the kitchens where the elves had, upon her request and her offer of payment, created a picnic lunch for her and Ron. She made sure all of their favourites were included in the lunch and brought a blanket to lay out on the grass for them to sit on. She got the okay for Ron to enter the grounds and made her way down to the lake, finding a spot with a soft patch of grass under a large tree, slightly out of sight where the sun peeked through the branches and created a circle of warmth.

She got everything ready to go, laying out the blanket and setting down the picnic basket, getting comfortable as she sat down. She crossed her feet at the ankles and leaned back on her hands, closing her eyes in the warmth of the sun. And she waited.

Ron couldn't believe his luck. He didn't think Hermione was actually serious about acting out that dream they'd talked about. He thought she'd been teasing him, riling him up. Then she owled and asked him to meet her that weekend and he nearly choked on his drink. He immediately went to George and asked for Saturday afternoon off so that he didn't have to worry about rushing back to work and could spend some real time with Hermione when he went to meet her. George had raised an eyebrow at his eagerness but gave him the afternoon off as requested.

Grabbing his things, he glanced at the ring on his nightside table and wondered if he should take it with him. He had an idea of how he wanted to propose but he wasn't opposed to a spontaneous proposal either. He knew Hermione planned on them shagging as part of this dream made into reality, and he didn't think she'd want to be proposed to after a shag. He glanced at the ring one more time and decided to leave it at the flat. If he really needed it, he could always Accio it anyways.

When he got onto the Hogwarts grounds, he wasn't surprised to be let on with no issues. Hermione was nothing if not thorough, and she'd obviously taken care of that. He made his way across the grounds, keeping his head down so he wouldn't be spotted and have to delay meeting Hermione because an old friend wanted a chat. Too bad he couldn't apparate on the grounds.

When he got closer to the lake he spotted her, leaning back in the sunlight, the lovely glow of the sun bouncing off her skin and curls. She wore a lovely dress that showed off her legs. He caught himself staring for a moment and grinned, in disbelief that this beautiful woman before him was his, and hopefully, would be his forever soon.

He approached slowly, trying not to make much noise (which was quite the task for him since he wasn't the most stealth of walkers) and stopped when he reached the edge of the blanket she'd laid out, seeing her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sun.

"'Scuse me, miss, I couldn't help but notice you here and I wondered if you wanted some company." He smiled, squinting a bit in the sunlight and watched as her eyes fluttered open, her lips curving into a smile as well.

"Well, I am waiting for my boyfriend, but he's often late so it couldn't hurt to have some company," she responded, squinting up at him, and he moved his position so he was blocking the sun from her eyes.

"Oi! I'm not always late!" He emphasized the 'always' because he was late a lot but it wasn't always like she had implied. She laughed and he crouched down next to her.

"Hi love, missed you," he murmured softly, leaning forward to kiss her soundly. He could feel her smiling against his mouth.

"Mmm, missed you too," she mumbled as their lips parted and her eyes fluttered open again. "I see George let you get away. Are you due back this afternoon, or do I have you all to myself?"

"You have me all afternoon, love. George was generous this time." He smiled and plopped himself down next to her on the blanket. "Good thing too," he started, raising a hand to rest it on her exposed knee below the hem of her dress, "because you look so delicious in that dress that I may need all afternoon to have my way with you." His voice was low, sultry even as he looked at her with a seductive smile.

"Oh, is that so?" She asked, resting her hand upon his, "well, then… we'll need some fuel to keep us going, won't we? Good thing I came prepared." She gestured to the picnic basket and he looked over, noticing it for the first time.

"You're brilliant, you are," he commented with a kiss to her cheek and then his eyes went back to the basket. "Whatcha got in there?"

"Have a look," she responded, tilting her neck towards the basket. He reached for it and brought it closer, unpacking the various snacks and foods she'd brought with her for the two of them.

They sat and munched on the food together for a while, enjoying the sunshine and the conversation they hadn't been able to experience in a while. Soon, the basket was half-empty and forgotten at the end of the blanket and Hermione was laying with her head on Ron's chest, a hand on his stomach, with his arm around her.

He kissed the top of her head, "When are you done with school again? I'm so sick of missing you so much."

She nuzzled his chest a little and tilted her head to look up at him. "Soon, love. Few more months and then I'm all yours."

He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were all mine already?" He teased with a possessive growl. He held her tighter for a second and then rolled them over so he was hovering over her on the blanket. She looked up at him with those innocent eyes of hers and he nearly lost it right there.

"All yours, Ron. Always," she spoke, her voice just above a whisper. Ron felt all the blood rush south and he leaned forward, nipping at her ear and her neck from his position above her.

"Might want to do those concealment charms now, love." He murmured against her skin, his voice low and husky. He heard her make a soft noise in agreement and while he worked on kissing her neck, she reached for her wand and cast the spells so they could no longer be seen or heard.

When she was done, she tossed her wand aside and her hands went up into his hair, a feeling he absolutely loved and that drove him wild. Her leg bent at the knee, hitching itself around his hip.

"You have the best ideas, you know. Fucking brilliant," he commented in between kisses to her skin. He nibbled down her neck to her collarbone and kissed the exposed skin above the neckline of her dress.

"It's been known to happen," she responded softly with a smile.

He pulled back to look at her. "That's my line, love." He grinned before leaning down and attaching his lips to hers in a heated snog. Her grip on his hair tightened and one of her hands snaked around his back, clutching at him.

He started trailing his mouth down her jaw and past her chin again, back towards the swell of her breasts and took one hand, tugging the material of her dress down. He was surprised when he found she wasn't wearing a bra. He looked at her for permission to continue and she nodded.

"You're killing me, Hermione…" He groaned. "No bra? Seriously?" He heard her chuckle and continued his path of kisses onto her breasts, kissing one while his hand paid attention to the other. The soft noises she let out only spurred him on.

He felt her hand go down and slip into the waistband of his jeans, searching blindly as her eyes were closed and he was still half on top of her. He bucked his hips into her without even thinking about it, and he knew she'd find her destination soon enough as it was already standing at attention for her. When her small hand reached its destination and grasped him softly, he let out a low moan. Her hand started stroking him and his forehead fell onto her chest for a second, forgetting that he'd been in the middle of something. If she kept that up, he'd be done before anything else had a chance to happen so he took her wrist and gently nudged her hand off him.

She looked at him questioningly, "What's wrong?" She asked softly. He shook his head.

"Nothing, 'Mione, but this is your dream we're trying to recreate here. This is about you." He grinned and moved his body down hers, pausing to bunch the hem of her dress in his hands and bring it up to her hips. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down and off, tossing them on the blanket beside them before leaning down and pressing his mouth against her.

"Ron!" She moaned, her hand going into his hair again and gripping it, something that turned him on so much. He looked up to see her eyes closing, her other hand gripping the blanket under her.

He continued his actions, the hand that had been resting on the back of her thigh, holding her leg up, coming up to join his tongue. He slid two fingers into her and watched as she moaned in response and writhed under his touch. He fucking loved making her feel good, and he didn't think it would ever get old. He varied the pressure of his tongue, and sped up the movements of his fingers until he felt her grip on his hair tighten and her hips began to arch off the ground.

"Oh! Ron!" She moaned out, her orgasm rippling through her as he felt her inner walls clench around his fingers and her body tremble as she rode out her high. When her hips settled back onto the blanket and her eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed, he grinned up at her.

She reached for him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and tugged him back up to her, kissing him fiercely as one of her hands went down to undo the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down.

"I need you. Now." She said, her voice frantic. He groaned, reaching down to help her get his jeans undone and shove them down past his hips. They didn't even bother removing any of their other clothing at this point.

The hand that wasn't holding himself up over her, went down and guided himself to her entrance, pausing to look at her.

"Ron, please…" She moaned and he lost all control and pushed into her roughly, letting out a low groan/growl at the back of his throat as he did. She moaned loudly too, clutching at his shoulders, hooking her leg around his hip.

He pulled back and slammed forward into her, trying not to hurt her but knowing this wasn't meant to be all that gentle at this point. When she responded by digging her nails into his back, and arching herself into him, he knew he wasn't wrong in his assumption. It was frantic and frenzied and they were still half clothed; Hermione's dress bunched at her waist, Ron's shirt still on, his jeans and pants at his knees.

The world around them faded away as their bodies connected, their hearts merging into one. Even if they hadn't cast concealment charms, silencing and disillusionment charms, they wouldn't have noticed anyone anyways. They were too wrapped up in one another - too focused on the feel of their bodies connecting, of the sun on their skin, and her hands clutching at him.

"More, Ron!" Came Hermione's voice in a moaned whisper, her arm sliding around his neck to clutch at him tightly. He obliged and moved his hips at a faster rhythm, his breathing heavy.

"Fuck, Hermione…" His voice was rough, and strained, because the sensations of it all were too much, taking over him, the effort he was putting into it clear. His arm that was holding him up, the one preventing him from crushing her entirely, was getting tired. It was almost as if Hermione had read his mind, because a moment later she was pushing at his chest so he rolled off her and ended up beside her on his back on the blanket. Then she was swinging one of her legs over his body to straddle him and lowering herself on his length with a moan.

"Merlin's fucking beard, 'Mione!" He exclaimed, surprised and feeling the intense pleasure from her actions. Her dress was under her breasts, leaving them exposed but was pooling at her hips. He reached forward and sort of pushed it aside, wanting to see them connected and watch as it happened.

Hermione leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest, lifting her body up and lowering it back down on him at a rhythmic pace. Her fingertips gripped at his shirt while she rode him, her breasts bouncing on her chest and he had a hard time looking at anything but her breasts in this moment. But then his attention went lower and he could see them joined and see himself sliding in and out of her as she moved and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Bloody hell, Hermione, you're so fucking sexy…. Merlin!" He breathed out, grasping at her hips and helping her to move up and down on him. "I'm not going to last much longer."

She nodded and quickened her pace, reaching one hand down to touch herself in tune with her movements and he fucking lost it right there. He came inside her with a loud groan and a thrust upwards of his hips. She kept moving for a few moments more and he helped her along, adding his hand with hers to rub herself and help her get there like he had. Moments later she was crying out, clenching around him and falling forward onto his chest with a sigh.

"Well!" She said, taking in a big breath and wiping her hair from her forehead. "Dream successfully recreated." She smiled shyly at him and he laughed softly, reaching up and touching his hand to her cheek.

"You sure? Did we forget anything?" He asked with a grin. She rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him, pursing her lips.

"Well, it wasn't exactly the same, but I'm not complaining." She remarked and it made him wonder what else had happened in this dream.

"What was different?" He asked curiously. If there was more shagging involved, all he needed was a few minutes to recoup and he'd be ready to go again. Hermione blushed and shook her head. "Come on, love! Tell me!" He reached down and pinched her side gently, causing her to squirm.

"Oh, alright!" She spoke softly. "We…" She mumbled the end of the sentence and he lifted a hand to his ear as if to say 'speak up'. She went even more pink. "We shagged against the tree…" She practically whispered and his eyes widened in surprise.

"We did, huh?" She nodded and he gave her his lopsided smile. "Give me five minutes, love, and we can venture into that part of your dream as well." He pulled her down for a snog and felt her giggling against his mouth, which, in turn, made him smile as well.

They snogged lazily for a few minutes but soon enough the passion was growing again and their snogs became heated and he was hard again. Soon he was pulling her upright, still connected at the mouth and taking her in his arms, carrying her over to the large tree to their right, almost tripping on the jeans that were around his ankles at this point. They laughed together as he hoisted her up against the tree, her legs wrapping around his waist. He looked at her.

She nodded. "Please,." she murmured softly and he pushed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion.

"Oh, fuck!" He exclaimed, feeling himself go deeper into her with this position. His mind flew back to that time against the door in his office in the back room in the shop. One hand was holding Hermione up, and the other was on the tree next to her head, keeping them steady.

He felt her legs tighten around him as he moved in and out of her, trying not to scrape her back on the tree too much. He leaned down and latched his mouth onto her collarbone, moving to her breasts (still exposed) and then back up to her mouth where he caught her lips in a searing kiss.

"Ron!" She gasped, gripping his shoulders with one hand, the other hooking around his neck. "Oh gods, I'm close already!" Maybe it was the fact that they had just done this once a few moments prior, or the whole situation but it seemed like the intensity was increased tenfold and both of them knew this was going to end up being a quick and hard shag as well.

He went to slide his hand down to touch her again and, help her over the edge but she caught it with hers and shook her head, looking at him, silently telling him she didn't need it. He raised both his eyebrows in surprise and nodded, continuing his movements into her and attempting to find some sort of rhythm but feeling himself getting closer and closer with every thrust as well. He wasn't going to last much longer either.

"Bloody hell, Hermione… I… love you… so much!" His words were disjointed, breathless and frantic.

She threw her head back against the tree. "Love you too!" She gasped out, gripping onto him. "Ron, I'm… I'm almost…" He caught her meaning and nodded, moving his hips as quickly as he could without losing complete control.

"Merlin!" He groaned and a second later she let out a bit of a squeal, a noise he was sure he'd never heard her make before, as she reached her peak, her muscles clenching around him and it only took a second of watching feeling her come, seeing her come before he was exploding within her, reaching his climax as well. He erratically thrust into her a few more times and then pressed his entire front against her, holding her up against the tree with his body. He pressed both hands to the tree on either side of her head and kissed her long and hard.

"So, did we nail it, so to speak?" He asked with a smirk when he pulled back, raising an eyebrow. She burst out in a giggle and a bit of a snort came out, her hand flying up to cover her mouth in surprise as she went pink. She was absolutely adorable, she was. "Blimey, Hermione, I know I'm a good shag but I didn't think I shagged you silly."

"Ronald!" She laughed, smacking his side. She leaned up to kiss him. "You git!" She shook her head. "Yes, you nailed it, alright? Happy?" Her tone was teasing but she was smiling so he knew there wasn't any malice behind it.

"Well, I bloody well nailed you, didn't I?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her and prepared himself for another smack. This time, she went for the side of his head and he winced. "Okay, I deserved that. Bad joke." He smiled and shrugged, letting her down from against the tree. He reached down to pull his jeans back up and watched as she slipped the dress back up on her shoulders and covered herself up. He gave her a pout when she did and she rolled her eyes.

"Where did you toss my knickers?" She asked, a hand on her hip as she looked around. Ron went over to the blanket and found her knickers behind the picnic basket and held them out for her. She slipped them on under her dress.

"So, do Harry and Ginny know I'm here? Do I have to pay them a visit before I go?"

Hermione gave him a look. "Do you think I told them what we'd be doing today?"

He laughed. "Right, good point." He watched her for a moment… the breeze flowing through her hair, wild on her shoulders and from their activities, the sunlight bouncing off her skin.

"C'mere…" He said, holding out his arms. He sat down at the bottom of the tree, his back against it and kept his arms open for her.

She walked over to him, smoothing her dress under her as she sat next to him, and slipped under his open arms, slipping her own arms around his middle as she snuggled into his side. "I miss you too much when we can't see each other," she mumbled into his chest.

He nodded in agreement, his grip around her tightening as he held her close. "I know, 'Mione, but you'll be done school in a few months and then you can move into the flat with me while we look for a new one, yeah?"

"That sounds perfect," she agreed softly, beginning to trace patterns into the material of his shirt, something she did often when they were cuddling.

He looked down at her hand moving on his chest, her fingers moving and pictured the ring he'd gotten on her fourth finger, glittering in the light. The thought made his heart swell and a smile break out on his face. Oh yes, he was definitely making the right decision. Even if they had a long engagement, and waited to get married until he finished the Auror academy and until they both had jobs to get married, he wanted to be engaged to Hermione.

The absolute love of his life. The one. His other half since the day they met when they were just kids.