Well, finally!
Sorry for the long delay for this chapter, but, besides focusing a bit in other stories, I struggled with this chapter. Originally, I planned to write it as a long fuck-fest in Hogwarts, but I felt I needed more, to set some foundations for their life after Hogwarts.
I hope you like it!
Chapter 33
The Christmas Party
"Are you ready?" Harry asked Ron from the doorframe of the latter's room.
"Yeah," he said, as he finished adjusting his Auror dress robes, the ones to wear for formal events. Both he and Harry had received them a week ago, after having successfully completed the accelerated training curse. Now they were both Aurors in practice and had already started working at the Ministry. Both had outgrown their previous dress robes, so, instead of buying others, they had decided to use these.
"I can't believe we're going to another Slug party," commented Harry, sounding a bit put out. "I didn't know how I let you all convince me. I mean, you know it'll be a nightmare, right? Slughorn will be fawning all over us and the rest will want autographs and such …"
"Oh, put down the act, Harry, it was Ginny who convinced you, and you are as eager to see her as I am to see Hermione."
"They'll be home next week for Christmas, I could have waited."
"Right," said Ron in a tone of absolute disbelief. "Besides, Slughorn will fawn over you, not me. You're the Chosen One. I've got nothing to worry about."
"You're famous as well. He told Hermione to invite you. He even used your name correctly!" Harry teased.
Ron scoffed in disgust. "Yeah, now he remembers me. If it weren't for the fact that this invitation works in my benefit, I wouldn't go. I've got my pride, after all."
Harry smiled. "Yeah, you have. But your cock matters more, right?"
Ron stared at his best friend open-mouthed, as that had been a completely out-of-character comment. "Harry! That was very crude! You spend too much time with my sister, I think."
"I'd say it's not enough, but yeah, I suppose you've got a point. In any case, I'm right, am I not?"
Ron's only response was a non-committal grunt, but yes, Harry was right. His pride was asking him not to go to that stupid party, but the prospect of seeing Hermione trumped that. And well, she had told him she really wanted to congratulate him for his excellent results at the course, and he would never miss that. So they would stay in the party very briefly, just enough to say hello to some people, and then he would drag her to the Room of Requirement as soon as he could where they could talk alone, enjoy their time together and, of course, spending the night having their way with each other.
They had seen each other only thrice since the start of the school, and each time had been truly memorable, but being with her once a month was not nearly enough for him, because he missed her all the time. And being able to talk through the mirror and the wanking sessions they had together was just a poor substitute for being with her for real.
"Ready," he said, turning towards Harry. They went to the living room and turned off the lights before stepping into the fireplace shouting 'Hogwarts!'
They came out of the fireplace in Slughorn's office, which had already been expanded. Only a few people had arrived yet, and so both Ron and Harry where soon being cornered by the bald, fat professor.
"Ronald! Harry! How're you, m'boys?" he asked, beaming at them, a glass of mead already in his hand.
"We're fine, thank you, professor," said Harry.
"More than fine, for what I hear!" he exclaimed loudly. "I'm quite friendly with Francis Knowton, Head of your Department, and you two had exceeded in the accelerated training!"
"Yeah, I suppose," said Ron, a bit embarrassed, as the other guests were now looking at them.
"Come on, come on, have a drink! I want to introduce you to very important people tonight. And we must take a few photos of course!"
Yeah, to become trophies, thought Ron scathingly. Okay, Slughorn had fought at the battle of Hogwarts, and a couple of years ago he would have given a lot to be acknowledged by him, but right now this was the last place where he wanted to be. If Hermione weren't so bloody polite and kind, he would leave and grab her so they could have their own private party away from all those morons. He saw Harry grab a glass of mead and was about to do the same, when he remembered what had happened the only other time he had drunk mead in Slughorn's office. And though he was practically sure this time it wouldn't be poisoned (the ferret was not in the castle, after all), he grabbed a butterbeer instead.
"The house elves will send food up soon," Slughorn added. "I ordered the most delicious —" He stopped talking when the flames in the fireplace turned green again and Gwenog Jones stepped out. "Gwenog!" he shouted happily, and went to greet her.
Ron took advantage of the reprieve to whisper to Harry, "No way I'm staying here to take photos with him, Harry!"
"Well, I'm not looking forwards to that, either. But Ginny wants to talk to Gwenog Jones …" He shrugged. "You can escape, though."
"Oh, I will. As soon as Hermione allows it. Where are they, anyway?"
"It's still early," said Harry.
"It's almost eight," replied Ron. Harry rolled his eyes, and Ron glared at him. As if he were better, the way he looked at his sister!
As they waited, a few other people came out of the fireplace, keeping Slughorn occupied. Some of them, Ron and Harry knew, like Glenon Tawttings, Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of the Magical Creatures, and his wife Evelyn, who worked for the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Trying to remain invisible for as long as they could, they moved towards one of the darkest corners, from where they could watch anyone entering the room. Finally, after fifteen long minutes, the door opened and Dean, his girlfriend, Luna, Hermione and Ginny walked in. Ron's eyes, however, barely registered the other four, because they were solely focused on Hermione. She had kept her hair down (though she had done something to it, so it was more wavy than curly) and wearing the same set of dress robes she had worn during the Award Ceremony at the Ministry.
She looked incredible.
"Ah, Ms Granger, Ms Weasley, Mr Thomas, Ms Lovegood, Ms Athorn!" exclaimed Slughorn. "Come in, come in! Mr Potter and Mr Weasley are already here — where have they —? Ah there you are!" he added, when Harry and Ron approached them. Ron, after a general greeting, went directly to Hermione and embraced her, giving her a small kiss, knowing she wouldn't feel comfortable with a snog.
"You're late," he whispered to her, revelling at the feeling of having her between his arms.
"You're early," she replied, a smile on her face. Ron noticed she had put some lip gloss on her lips, but otherwise wasn't wearing any other makeup. Good, he loved her natural beauty, she didn't need any enhancements.
"I missed you," he told her, inhaling her scent. "A lot."
"Ron, we talk almost every day."
"So?" he replied. "It's not the same."
She gave him the most amazing smile. "I know. I missed you too." Then, to his delight, she let her eyes roam all over his body.
"Ron, you look amazing in those robes."
"So do you in yours," he replied. He gave her another small kiss, and then the entire group moved to get drinks and chat. However, such a large group of heroes soon attracted Slughorn once more, and he approached them, suggesting it was the perfect moment for a photograph.
"Fuck, no," growled Ron in a low voice. "Can't we skip it?" he asked Hermione.
She gave him a sympathetic smile. "You know he'll insist. So the sooner we take it, the better."
"I don't like becoming one of his trophies."
"I know, but you know how this is. If you don't want to play his game, you shouldn't have come."
"I wouldn't, if it didn't give me a chance to be with you."
"Ah, you're such an amazing boyfriend!" she said in an overly dramatic tone.
"Come on, come on, look at the camera!" asked Slughorn, moving to stand in the centre of the group and beaming. "It may end up on the front page of The Prophet tomorrow!"
"Wonderful, now he's turned into Lockhart," Ron muttered, and Hermione had to stifle a laugh. After taking the photo — which took three takes — they were finally left alone, as Slughorn went to greet other guests, and they could enjoy some food as they chatted about what had happened to them since the last time they had seen each other. After a while they scattered around, with Ginny and Harry going to talk to Gwenog Jones, and Ron pulling Hermione to the dance floor.
"Care to dance, Ms Granger?" he asked teasingly, putting his hands on her slim waist.
"I'd love to, Mr Weasley," she responded, entwining her hands behind his neck.
"You really look incredible," he told her as they began to sway. "I've been restraining myself not to take you to a broom closet and have my way with you."
"You're restraining yourself?" she asked, a bit surprised. "And why are you restraining yourself?"
"Well, I doubt you think being ravaged by your boyfriend in a broom closet is appropriate for the Head Girl, and well, I'm sure there are people here you'd like to meet."
She smiled at him. "How considerate of you, Ron," she said. She looked around. "Who do you think I should meet, then?"
"Glenon Twattings, for example."
"The Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?"
"Yeah. It's that bald man over there, the one next to the witch in blue robes."
"Ah, right! You know him, then?"
"Well, we haven't been introduced, but I've seen him at the Ministry."
She bit her lower lip, deep in thought, and Ron couldn't help but smile. Merlin, she was so adorable!
"You're right, I'd love to meet him, though I don't exactly like the idea of using influence to get a position in the Ministry …"
"Hermione, you're the most brilliant witch in ages, and a war heroine. There's no way a Department wouldn't give you a job if you wanted one."
"But that doesn't feel right, either. That just because I'm famous —"
"I know," he cut her in, and then shook his head. "Look, Love, I know what you think, but this is politics, and in politics, like in chess, you use your position to your advantage. Maybe one day the system will be fair and only a person's merits will be taken into account, but that day hasn't come yet; and to change the system, you need to play with the system's rules."
Hermione stared at him, almost in awe. "That's exceptionally wise, Ron."
He smiled as if it had not importance, but he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. "Well, I've got my moments, you know."
She nodded, giving him a loving smile. "More than a few moments, I think." She threw another glance at Twattings. "In any case, you're right. If I want to change things, I've got to use my cards. Or my pieces."
"Exactly," he said, nodding, and put a kiss on her forehead.
"I don't know how to approach him, though. Should I just got there and talk to him?"
"Oh, well, we let old Sluggy use us, didn't we? So let's use him as well."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Instead of answering, Ron made them move, as if dancing, towards where Slughorn was standing, talking to another Ministry official.
"Ron, what are you —?" she started to ask, hissing, but shut her mouth when Ron, deliberately, bumped into the professor.
"What the —?"
"Oh, sorry, professor!" Ron apologised, putting on his most convincing expression of contrition. "It's just I love dancing. Hermione always tells me I get a bit too excited when we dance," he added, and had use all his training to keep a straight, apologetic face, when she noticed Hermione's jaw quiver at his words.
"It's okay, it's okay, Weasley, this is a party after all," said the professor, not giving it any importance.
"Sorry for interrupting your conversation," added Ron, looking at the official.
"Don't worry, m'boy, it's fine." He looked at the man he had been talking to. "This is Barnes Marcombe, Head of the Muggle Liaison Office. Barnes, these are Ms Hermione Granger and Mr Ronald Weasley, but I suppose you already knew that."
"Who doesn't?" said Marcombe, her expression eager. "I think I have never met you, Ronald, but I know your father," he told Ron. "Great man, Arthur, we share our love for Muggle things. You just finished your training, right?" he asked, his eyes moving over his robes. "How are things in the Auror Office?"
"Yeah, we finished last week, thank Merlin. It was really hard, but we learnt a lot. Now I'm quite eager to start working," said Ron.
"Good, we need good Aurors, that office suffered a lot during — well, during Thicknesse's term of office," he said, a bit uncomfortable. "Or so I heard from, because, as you can imagine, my office was closed during that time." He looked at Hermione. "What about you, Ms Granger? I've heard some amazing things about you. And you're Muggleborn. It would be amazing if you decided to join my office, I'd find you a position at once."
Ron turned to her, giving him a look that said, 'I told you so.'
However, instead of looking happy and proud, Hermione seemed a bit uncomfortable.
"Well, thank you for your offer, Mr Marcombe," she said. "But well, I've wanted to improve living conditions for those that are currently discriminated for a long time, since I found about the situation of house elves. I owe them. We all do."
"Interesting," said Marcombe. "Yes, they had an important role during the battle of Hogwarts, for what I heard."
"Exactly, but even if it weren't for that, I think it's time the Wizarding world evolves to the modern era and eradicates slavery."
"Certainly," nodded the official, though Ron couldn't tell whether he really agreed, or simply didn't want to contradict Hermione. In any case, it was a good thing. "It's a shame you don't want to join us, but well, Horace here surely can introduce you to Mr Tawttings, he's the Head of that department."
"Oh, excellent idea, Barnes!" agreed Slughorn, clapping. "Come with me, Ms Granger," he said, moving towards the other man.
Ron gave Hermione a smirk, and she smiled back at him. "Pleased to meet you, Mr Marcombe," she added as they moved away, following Slughorn.
"Likewise," said the man.
"Glenon, Evelyn, are you enjoying yourselves?" they heard the professor ask.
"Oh, definitely," nodded the woman, a smile plastered on her face. "You have a knack for these things, Horace."
"Well, what's life without some fun, after all?" the professor replied merrily. "Glenon, I'd like you to meet Ms Hermione Granger and Mr Ronald Weasley."
Tawttings's eyes widened. "Oh, yes, I had already seen you, of course. And Harry Potter," he added. "I'm so happy to meet you!"
"Likewise," responded Hermione.
"Ms Granger is deeply interested in the subject of magical creatures," continued Slughorn, nodding at her. "She would be a great asset in your department, Glenon. She's one of my best students ever!"
Tawttings looked at her, a smile on his face, yet his eyes showed cunning and deep interest. "Well, of course I had already heard about your brilliance," he said. "And what are you exactly interested in, Ms Granger?"
"In improving the life of other intelligent beings," said Hermione with determination. "The Ministry has treated elves, centaurs, werewolves and goblins as inferiors for too long. It's clear, as Voldemort —" (both Twattings and his wife gave a start at the name) "— himself could testify, were he alive, that treating them as inferiors is a mistake, and it must be corrected," she explained, and Ron couldn't help but smile as the strength and vehemency she radiated.
Twattings kept looking at her, still with interest, yet now was more respect in his stare. "Wise words, Ms Granger," he said, nodding. "And I agree," he added. "The Minister himself has shown interest in this. However, some changes are more difficult than others. If we try to change things that had been a certain way for a long time, we'll face opposition."
"I don't fear opposition," replied Hermione passionately.
"Oh, I'm sure of that," said Tawttings. "For what I've heard about you, you would be up the task, I'm sure."
"Oh, she is," assured Ron, earning a smile from her.
Tawttings stared at her pensively, as if pondering something. "If you really are interested … The first step should be looking through the archives. There are a lot of old laws buried in there that would have to be examined so they can be updated or abolished. I want that to be done, but no one seems to want to do such a job. It is quite a daunting task."
Ron let out a chuckle. "Well, then Hermione is your witch: I'm sure she could tell you in which shelf and position every book in the library is," he affirmed, being sure to show how proud he was of that.
"Well, I wouldn't say that much, Ron," she said, blushing a little, though she also looked pleased by his comment.
"You'd be willing to do that?"
"Of course," she confirmed. "In fact, I'd love to do it."
"Well, that's wonderful," he said, looking quite glad. "Of course, you've still got your last year to complete, but send me an owl in June and we'll schedule an interview for July."
"Really?" asked Hermione, unable to conceal her joy.
"Really," confirmed Tawttings. "I won't lie to you, Ms Granger. Politics are a dirty affair most of the time, and many times, talent is not enough to succeed. But you've got that, and you've got fame, and contacts … And that will help."
Well, at least he's honest, thought Ron.
Hermione nodded, though her smile had become forced.
"Don't get discouraged, Ms Granger," said Tawttings's wife, talking for the first time.
"Yes," he said. "It won't be easy, but if you get in, we could change the world."
"I know," answered Hermione.
"Don't forget to owl me, then! Even if other Departments contact you! I'll give you a better offer!"
"I won't. Thanks for your time."
"The pleasure was all mine."
Ron and Hermione walked away, moving towards the table to get more drinks. "Well, you saw it. Piece of cake," commented Ron with a grin.
Hermione couldn't help but smile. "Yes. Thank you for that, that was an impressive display of social skills on your part, Ron."
He shrugged, though he was pleased. "Well, the training helps, and you'd have to see how many ass kissers there are at the Ministry. After a while, you learn to detect and deal with them."
"And what do you think of Mr Tawttings? Do you think he's really interested in changing things? I haven't missed the way he said 'we' when talking about changing the world."
"Well," said Ron, thinking about it. "I think he's not bad. Kingsley himself appointed him, after all. But yeah, he's a politician. Does he really believe in the things you talked about? Probably. But he wants to go places as well, and he knows you can help with that. You'll get that job if you want it, he knows you'd be a great asset, due to your talent and yeah, to who you are. His department will get attention and publicity if they hire you."
Hermione nodded. "I agree. But well, it's what you said, you've got to play with the system's rules if you want to change them. He wants to use me, but I'll use him as well."
"Exactly," he said, taking a long gulp of his butterbeer.
"We make a good team," she commented.
"We do, do we?" he said, smiling. "We're unstoppable!"
She laughed. "Well, we kept Harry alive for seven years, so yes, I suppose we are," she added, and they laughed again.
"What's so funny?" asked then Harry, who had approached them accompanied by Ginny. Ron and Hermione looked at him, then shared a look and burst into laughter once more. "Do you think they're drunk?" he asked Ginny.
"Nah, just insane," responded Ginny.
"We're perfectly fine," replied Ron, "I just told Hermione a joke."
"In fact, it was I who said the joke," replied Hermione.
"You made a joke?" asked Ginny, raising an eyebrow. "Well, we'd like to laugh as well."
"Nah, it was private," replied Ron, and then changed the subject, "How was your chat with Gwenog Jones?"
Ginny's face broke into a big smile. "She's going to come and see me play the next match!"
"Oh, Ginny, that's amazing!" exclaimed Hermione happily, giving her a hug.
"Yeah, well done, Gin. Work hard with the Harpies, and maybe one day you'll be good enough to play for the best team ever, the Cannons …"
Ginny snorted, and Harry let out a loud laugh. "Please, Ron, they could be the only team in the league, and they'd manage to lose," she said.
"Hey, take that back!" shouted Ron, offended.
"I won't. The Cannons are a shitty team, and that's the truth. Let's dance, Harry," she said, grabbing her boyfriend's hand and pulling him towards the dance floor. Harry gave Ron a sheepish smile.
"That brat," he muttered, shaking his head.
Hermione laughed. "Don't mind her, you know she loves to rile you up, and you always let her. Don't they teach you self-control at training?" she asked, putting her arms around his neck.
He put his hands on her waist, giving her a slight caress over the soft fabric of her robes. "Yeah, but those tricks are aimed against delinquents and Dark wizards, not annoying little sisters. Dealing with that requires an advanced level of skill."
She let out another laugh. "Okay. Shall we dance as well, Mr Auror?"
"As my lady wishes," he replied.
They danced the next five or six songs, practically forgetting about the rest of the room. Ron wanted to take her out of here, yet he was loving this as well, dancing with her, as if they were in a date, and he was reminded of their time in Australia. He would have to plan a few dates for Christmas. It was okay to be at The Burrow, or even at her parents', but he wanted to be alone with her, to have dinner, to go to the cinema again, maybe a nightclub?
"Hermione?" he asked when they moved away from the dance floor and sat on a couple of chairs to rest a bit.
"What?"
"As Head Girl, would you be opposed to me staying the night in the castle?"
She looked at him for a moment before answering. "Well, have you asked Professor McGonagall for a room to stay?"
"No," denied Ron. No way he was going to tell the headmistress he wanted to spend the night with Hermione in the castle.
"Then — where do you plan to sleep?" she inquired, trying to look serious, though he knew she was teasing him.
"Room of Requirement. With you."
She leaned back on her chair, putting one leg on top of the other and stared at him. "Well, that would be highly inappropriate, Ron."
"I know."
Then she gave him a devilish smile and leaned towards him. "But no, I wouldn't be opposed. The contrary, in fact," she whispered, sending shivers down his spine.
"Good," he said, swallowing. "And would you mind leaving this party early?"
"Why? Aren't you having fun?" she mocked him.
"It's not bad, but I'm not in the mood to share you with everyone else, to be honest."
"Oh, greedy, are you?"
"About you? Definitely."
She checked her watch. "It's still twenty to ten. What about we stay for another half an hour?"
"Okay," he accepted. Now he knew for sure they would spend the night together, he was in no rush, so he reached for a sandwich and began to munch on it happily.
"Hungry again?"
"Well, we danced for a while. And I've got to get energy for later …"
"Have you?" she replied, arching an eyebrow. "Are you planning on playing Quidditch?"
"Well, I'm going to be playing with round things, but they won't be Quaffles …" he said suggestively, glancing at her breasts.
"Ron, that's a really bad dirty joke!"
He shrugged, giving her a lopsided grin and she shook her head. In that moment, Ron caught sight of Baltus Wesham, Head of the Obliviators, nodding to whichever Barnes Marcombe was telling him, looking quite bored.
"See that mand talking to Marcombe?" asked Ron.
Hermione followed his gaze and nodded. "Yes. You know him?"
"He's Baltus Wesham, Head of the Obliviators."
"Looks quite bored," she commented.
"Yes," he nodded, grinning.
"What do you think Marcombe is telling him?"
"Dunno, but I know what Wesham is thinking."
"You do?" she asked, a bit surprised.
"For Merlin's sake, I should call someone from the team and have them Obliviate me so I haven't got to remember this torture …"
She stared at him, agape, and then exclaimed, "Ron!"
"That was fleeting thought, now he's thinking about obliviating Marcombe instead, making him believe he's a motorcycle …" And just then, a small smile appeared on Wesham's face. "See?"
Hermione burst into laughter. "Where did that come from?" she asked, traces of laughter still on her face.
He shrugged. "Ginny and I used to play this when we went to the village. Imagining what other people were thinking or doing."
"Sounds fun."
"It is. Look at that woman? The one in the blue robes who is staring hungrily at the singer of the Wizards of Oz?"
"Yes. You think she's trying to gather courage to talk to him?"
"Nope," denied Ron, and, putting his most ridiculous girly voice, he said, "That moron took the last piece of treacle tart, and I love treacle tart. Come on, keep talking and let the plate down. Before you realise it, I'll have gulped it down."
Hermione seemed to notice that, effectively, the wizard had a plate with a large portion of the tart, and burst into laughter. Ron felt a warm sensation fill him. He loved making her laugh. Almost as much as he loved making her scream.
Ron kept doing this, and Hermione decided to have a go as well.
"Look at Harry and Ginny," she said.
Ron searched for them, and found them on the dance floor, swaying together and looking at each other with sickening adoration.
"Revolting," said Ron with a grimace.
Hermione laughed. "You look at me that way, Ron."
"Well, yeah. I look at you. The git is looking at my sister."
"Oh, Harry, you've got the most beautiful green eyes, just like a fresh pickled toad …" she said, imitating Ginny's voice. Then she changed her tone to a more manly one and responded, "Oh, Ginny, that's so romantic. Sing that Valentine song to me, please …"
Ron burst into laughter, and a moment later Hermione joined him.
"Merlin, Love, that was horrible!"
She laughed again. "Yes, it was. Promise me you'll never tell them I joked about them!"
"No way I'm repeating those words, Love. Ever!"
They laughed again.
"It's almost half past ten," he whispered against her ear, and he felt her shudder a little. "Wanna leave the party?"
She turned towards him and nodded. Not wanting to be too obvious, Ron didn't say goodbye to anyone, and Hermione only told Harry 'see you.' He frowned at them over Ginny's shoulder, not understanding, but then he got her meaning and rolled his eyes. Ron waggled his eyebrows at him as they moved towards the door, and Harry opened his mouth as if puking.
Once in the deserted hallway, they moved quickly, paying attention to any sound in the castle. Despite that, Ron couldn't help but looking all around, feeling a wavy of homesickness for being again in the beloved castle where they had lived so many things and where he had met the two most important people in his life.
"It feels odd, being here away," he commented. "And sneaking around the school. It's a bit like being again in first year …"
"Only this time, you're with your girlfriend, who knows the patrolling schedule of every professor," she added with a devious smile, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yeah. Beats being with Harry to go to the library."
She laughed as well as they reached the staircase and went upstairs. As predicted, they reached the seventh floor and the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy without a problem.
"I think I definitely corrupted you," said Ron with a grin.
"Shut up," she whispered. "It's not as if this is the first time we come here to be alone. Should I ask for a place?"
"No, let me," he said, and began to pace back and forth, visualizing in his mind what he wated for him and Hermione. When the door finally appeared, they hurried in and closed it behind them. She looked all around, slightly awed.
"Well, I wasn't expecting this," she said after a few moments.
"What were you expecting, then?"
"Honestly? Just the large bed and the tub."
"Hey, I can be romantic, you know. I didn't bring you here just to fuck. I wanted our own private party."
"That's why you asked for the wireless, the soft lights and the sitting area?"
"Yes. But if you want to go straight for the bed …"
"No, no, this is great, Ron. Really."
Ron moved towards the wireless and turned it on. Music filled the room. Soft, but a bit livelier than what Slughorn had at his office.
"Kreacher," he called loudly.
At once, the elf appeared between them. "Master Weasley called?" he asked, bowing slightly despite Harry always telling him he didn't have to do that.
"Yes. Can you bring what we discussed, please?"
"Kreacher will do," he said. "Mistress Granger," he said to Hermione before Disapparating again.
"Ron, what's this?" she demanded to know. "What have you —?" she started to ask, but was cut off when Kreacher Apparated again. Only this time he had what looked like a Muggle cool-box.
"Thank you very much, Kreach," said Ron with a smile. "You can leave now."
"Master Weasley will want Kreacher to come in the morning?"
"If you're so kind … But it won't be early."
"Whenever Master wants," the elf said, and, with another bow at them, he Disapparated.
"Ron?" Hermione asked again, but, instead of answering, he opened the cool-box and took a bottle of Sparklejuice and two glasses, showing them to her with a wide smile. "Sparklejuice?" she asked, a bit confused. "Didn't we agree those bottles should be saved for special occasions?"
"Well, I finished my training with good grades and became an Auror, and you've just got yourself a job, so I'd say it is a special occasion."
"I didn't get a job, he only promised me an interview."
"Come on, Love, we both now that job is yours. Now, are we going to toast or not?"
A smile broke into her beautiful face. "Yes, of course," she said, approaching him. Ron poured them both a glass and then they sat down together on the loveseat.
"To us, and the future we will build together," he exclaimed, raising his glass.
"To us," repeated Hermione. They clinked their glasses and then drank, relishing the taste and the fantastic effect of the bubbles, who made Ron reminisce of their amazing time in Australia.
"Now tell me everything that has happened in the last weeks," Ron asked, getting comfortable against the back of the couch.
"I've already told you most of it, Ron. I mean, unless you want me to talk more about our classes, but —"
"Anything," he said, reaching for her hand. "I just miss hearing your voice all the time."
She looked at him, as if trying to decide if he was joking. He wasn't.
So she began to talk, and soon they were deep in conversation. After more than half an hour, she asked about the little ceremony in which they had been named Aurors officially, as she regretted not having been able to attend it. They finished the entire bottle as they talked, both completely devoted to the other, and then Ron asked her to dance once more.
"You know what?" she said as they moved, slowly. "You're turning into a real romantic, Ron Weasley."
He felt his ears turn pink. "Well, I —" he started to say, about to make a joke, but then realised he didn't need to. This was Hermione, the person who knew him better than anyone, the person with whom he wanted to share everything. "I just love you, and I want to make you happy. I know we've been together for almost two years now, but I don't want to make the mistake of taking you for granted. You're too important to me, Hermione."
The look of pure adoration she gave him almost made him melt.
"So are you, Ron. The fact that you prepared all this for us it's amazing. I'm so glad we're here, alone, sharing this — date?"
"Yeah."
"I couldn't ask for more, or for a better boyfriend. I love you, Ron. I love you so fucking much."
He gave her a bright grin. "I love when you swear," he declared, and then leaned in to brush his lips against hers, almost teasingly. And then, suddenly, they were kissing passionately, their bodies tightly entwined. "I love you so much, Hermione. I miss you every day."
"So do I," she responded, and then focused her pretty brown eyes on his. "Ron …"
"Yeah?"
"Make love to me."
His cock, already awake, grew hard in an instant.
"Slowly?" he asked.
She nodded. "The first time, yes."
Fuck, that sounded amazing.
He kissed her again, his hands moving over her back until they were on her round, delicious bum. She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming his chest, and then began to unbutton his robes. "I want to see what this last month of training did to you," she whispered, her voice full of desire.
He let her undress him until his torso was bare. In his opinion, he didn't look impressive at all, though it was true he was a bit more defined and broader and not as lanky. Hermione, however, truly looked in awe, and kept moving her hands over his freckled, almost hairless chest.
"You look fantastic, and feel even better," she said, moving her hands to his abs.
"What about you?"
"I look the same as the last time, Ron."
"You mean hot as hell?" he pointed out, and began to untie her dress robes until they pooled around her feet, leaving her in a matching set of incredibly sexy white lace. "Fuck, Hermione …" he said, moving his hands over her sides, relishing the feel of her skin.
"Kiss me."
He complied at once, their tongues playing now, and he moved his hands back to her lace-clad ass, which he caressed, before sliding them under the fabric to touch her bare skin. "You've got the most perfect ass," he mouthed against her lips, and he felt her mouth curve into a smile.
"Well, I want to touch yours as well," she declared, and moved her hands to the button of his trousers, unfastening them and pushing them down before going around his body and touch his own ass under his boxers. "Mmmmh," she said. "I like your bum."
Ron kissed her again, and then hoisted her up. At once, she wrapped her legs around him and let him carry her to the bed, their mouths still connected. Slowly, he lowered her on the bed and then broke the kiss to move to her jaw, down her neck and to her cleavage, which he kissed reverently. He sucked her hard nipples through the lace, and then, noticing the clasp was on the front, undid it quickly, finally revealing those perfect tits he loved.
"Will you ever stop putting that look on your face when you see them?" she asked, amused.
"I hope not," he replied.
"I hope not, either," she added, entangling her fingers on his hair. "Worship them, Ron," she whispered, her voice sultry and seductive and full of love and adoration. "Worship my entire body."
"Gladly."
He moved his mouth to her tits, peppering them with kisses but avoiding the nipple, making her squirm. He licked the underside, and then all around. Finally, when he sensed she couldn't stand it anymore, he latched his mouth around her left nub and sucked, gently at first, and then harder, using his tongue to flick it.
"Oh, gods, Ron, yes, mmmh …"
Ron switched breasts, and then switched again, spending near ten minutes just playing and getting acquainted with them again.
"Ron, please, move down. I can't stand it anymore, I'm — I'm so wet …"
He grunted against her heated, tasty skin, and moved down her flat stomach, pausing at her belly button. When he reached the waistband of her sexy knickers, he grasped the sides and she lifted up her bum to help him remove them completely.
"Bloody hell, Hermione, you have no idea how sexy and beautiful you are," he said, enthralled by her naked form, with her hair spread around her head. Fuck, she was a goddess, and he would be her worshipper until the day he died.
And then she spread her legs, revealing her pussy, and he had to draw a deep breath.
"Fuck," he swore, and then lowered his head. She opened her legs wider to give him space, and he looped his arms around her thighs. Her scent invaded him, making him light-headed, and he buried his head in her cunt, hungry for her.
"Ohhh, Ron!" she cried, bucking her hips.
Ron began to lick her folds, tracing her slit and making brief stops at her swollen clitoris. He continued like this for a while, getting reacquainted with her perfect pussy, and then focused on her little nub, sucking and lapping at it while he finger-fucked her. Hermione moaned loudly and her hips began to move at their own accord, seeking more from him, and he smirked inwardly, pleased that he could do this for her, that he could switch off her brain and turn her into a squirming mess.
"Ron, I'm — I'm so close … Gods, I'm so close!"
Hearing that, he redoubled his efforts, wanting to see her come completely undone for him, and soon he got his prize when she arched her back and her pussy spasmed around his finger.
"Oh, gods, Roooon!" she cried as she came powerfully, her hands moving to his head to keep his face pressed against her convulsing pussy. He kept sucking and moving his fingers as she rode out her orgasm, and, when her body finally sagged, he gave her slit a long lick. "Mmmh, that was fantastic, Ron … You haven't lost your touch …" she purred contentedly.
Ron laughed. "Well, this is a lesson I go over frequently in my head," he told her, lying next to her, his head propped up on his left arm. She turned towards him and cupped his face, bringing him down for a long kiss.
"I want you," she whispered against his lips. "Make love to me."
He kissed her again and then took off his boxers, freeing his aching cock. She bit her lips as she eyed it, her gaze hungry. Ron grinned and put himself between her spread legs, and both moaned in delight when his tip touched her folds.
"Merlin, Hermione …"
"Put it in, Ron," she asked, moving her hands to his back. "I want to feel you inside me, as deep as possible."
He claimed her mouth once more, groaning when he felt her tits against his chest, and then put the tip at her entrance. Breaking he kiss so he could look into her deep, brown eyes, he began to push, slowly, wanting to savour it.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're so tight …"
"Gods, Ron … More, I want all of you …"
"Fuck, yes," he grunted, and buried himself in her, his balls slapping her ass. He slid his left hand under her neck to cradle her, and moved the other to her hip, lifting her leg. She wrapped them around him, allowing him to reach even deeper, and they groaned again in pleasure. "You feel so bloody good … Fuck, Hermione, I love you so much …"
"Me too, Ron. I love this. I love being with you like this. Now move, please …"
Ron cupped her ass and kissed her again as he began to thrust, slowly, savouring every touch. She tightened her embrace around him, as if she wanted to fuse their bodies together, and her moved a bit harder, the incredible feeling of her cunt wrapped around him demanding him to sped up. They groaned and moaned against the other's lips as the pleasure built in them. Ron, needing to taste her skin, moved his mouth to her neck and she turned her head to allow him. He sucked on her skin, relishing the slightly salty taste mixed with her unique flavour, and then bit her earlobe, earning more whimpers from her. The ever-growing arousal forced him to sped up again, to slam into her, though in a gentler way than usually, her greedy pussy taking him to the hilt every time and clenching around him, as if not wanting to let him go. The pleasure became slightly overwhelming, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Hermione, fuck, almost there …" he groaned, squeezing her ass hard.
"Me too, Ron. Just a bit longer … Gods, you feel so good …"
Ron closed his eyes and tried to delay his own climax for a bit longer while still thrusting at the same pace.
"Hermione …" he groaned, feeling the pressure grow.
Hermione pressing him more against her and began to buck her own hips, her moans now louder. "Right there, Ron! Oh, oh, gods, right there! I'm coming! Oh, fuck, I'm coming, Ron!"
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight!" he growled, feeling her cunt spasm around his cock. He buried it in her as deep as he could and then let himself go, unloading powerfully into her pussy. "Oh, fuuuuck, 'Ermynee! Fuuuuuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!"
He kept moving inside her, his groin rubbing against her clit as they both rode out their orgasms, and then he let his body relax atop hers, peppering her face with kisses and making her giggle a bit.
"You're amazing," he whispered, still in cloud nine after the powerful orgasm. "You're awesome. You're incredible. You — fuck, you make me feel bloody fantastic, Hermione!"
"So do you, Ron. The things you make me feel … I just haven't got words for it."
"I think you mean bloody fucking brilliant," he said, and moved off her and onto his side, grasping her body so she was facing him, his cock still hard in her pussy.
"Well, yes," she conceded. "But it is almost always like that. I mean, very intense. And it was intense, the orgasm was wonderful, but I don't know how to say it … I mean, the connection between us … It was sexy and hot, the sex, but the way we were entwined …" she trailed off, clearly looking for a way to describe it, and huffed in frustration when she wasn't able to.
"I think I get what you mean, Love," intervened Ron, pecking her lips. "It was very intimate."
"Yes! Intimate! That's the word, Ron!"
"Ohh, I found a word Hermione Granger couldn't! Let's call the press, this is an historical moment!" he joked loudly.
Hermione laughed and smacked his arm playfully. "Idiot. It's your fault my brain is still fuzzy."
"Because how good I fucked you?"
She smacked him again. "You're rude."
Ron tickled her sides and then grabbed her bum roughly, squeezing hard. "I'm always rude, and you love it."
"No, I don't!" she protested, squirming and pushing against his chest. "Release me, you brute!"
Ron smirked and moved the arm under her down her side so he could cup the other cheek with that hand. He squeezed her ass harder, pressing her against him. "No, I won't. I love how your sexy ass feels in my hands. Besides, all that squirming has got me completely hard again in that tight pussy of yours."
"Pervert!"
He shrugged. "I won't deny it. I'm the world's most pervert guy when it comes to your sexy body, Ms Granger!" he declared, rolling over and pulling her on top of him. The movement caused him to go deeper in her, and both moaned. "Fuck, you feel good!"
Hermione hit his chest with her fist, but Ron caught her hands and put them flat against his pecs. At once, her eyes darkened and she began to caress him, perhaps unconsciously. Releasing her wrists, he put his hands on her hips and caressed her sides up and down.
"Ride me."
Hermione just stared at him, as if she hadn't heard him at all, but then began to move her hips slowly, taking and releasing just a couple of inches of his cock. Ron's eyes went to her jiggling tits and he groaned.
"You like this, uh, Ron?" she taunted, now moving a bit harder. "You like me riding your cock?"
"Fuck, yes, feels amazing, Love … Come on, go harder …"
"I'm in command, Auror Weasley, and I'll use your cock the way I see fit."
Ron gripped her hips harder and moaned again, bucking his hips up to go deeper. She hit his chest again. "None of that, Auror Weasley. Stay still and let me use that cock, or I'll move off you and masturbate."
"Fuck, that'd be hot!"
She arched an eyebrow and stopped moving. "Really? So should I —?" she trailed off, raising her hips until only his tip was in her.
"No, no!" he pleaded, holding her. "Please, Hermione, keep going …"
"It's 'Ms Granger' to you, Auror."
"Sorry. Please, Ms Granger. Please, keep riding me. Get your pleasure from my cock. It was made to service you."
She gave him a stern look, but then slammed down, hard, making him groan in delight, and began to ride him fast and hard, her ass hitting his thighs roughly and noisily. Ron moved his hands to cup those cheeks, until she grabbed them and forced them onto her tits.
"Touch them the way I like," she demanded, still moving her hips frantically. "Give me — ah, gods! — pleasure!"
"As you say," he groaned, his voice strained. He was having difficulty not countering her thrusts, but he kept still, not wanting her to stop fucking him in that fantastic way that was sending waves of pleasure across his entire body. Merlin, her pussy felt so good, so tightly wrapped around him while she rode him fast and hard …
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her expression full of determination and pleasure as she rode him harder. "Oh, yes, like this, you're my personal toy, aren't you, Auror Weasley? Ohhh, yes, keep that cock hard for me, I'm enjoying it so much … Mmmmh, fuck, I want to cum again …"
"Shit, me too, Hermione!" he exclaimed, and then realised his mistake. He was about to rectify, but it was late, she was looking at him with a deep scowl.
"Just for that, you won't get to cum in me now," she stated. "Now shut your mouth and rub my clit, I want it to be explosive when I finally orgasm!"
Ron groaned but did as told, moving his right hand to between her legs and flickering her clit with his thumb. The effect was instantaneous, and she threw her head back, moaning wantonly.
"Uffff, ohhh, fuck, yessss! Yes, yes, yes, like that! Oh, I'm loving this, I'm loving using you, my little sex toy! Gods, keep rubbing my clit like that, I'm so close! Fuuuuuck, suck my tits!"
The order came hard and unexpected, and before Ron could react, she moved her hands to his head and yanked him by his hair. Ron used his left hand to get to a sitting position and then engulfed her right tit in his mouth, sucking eagerly.
"Ahhhh, fuck, yesssss! Yes, yes, yes, like that! Oh, suck it, suck it, I'm about to — I'm cumming!" she screamed, practically bouncing on his slap, slamming down powerfully every time and causing and enormous pressure on his bollocks.
"Fuck, Hermione!" he groaned, releasing her nipple.
"Don't you dare cum!" she managed to say and continued riding him savagely, her movements erratic in the throes of passion. "Don't you —! Oh, ohhh, it's so good! I'm cumming so good! Fuuuuuuck!"
Ron closed his eyes, because the image of her trashing atop him, with his cock deep in her fluttering pussy, was too sexy and too erotic to resist. She felt her still moving, taking him deep and rotating her hips to extract every last bit of pleasure from the orgasm, and then he felt her chin resting on his shoulder, her arms loosely wrapped around his neck as she panted near his ear.
"Hermione …?" he asked tentatively. His cock was throbbing, and he could feel her hard nipples grazing his chest with every breath she took. It was maddening.
"Shut up, I'm enjoying this," she said harshly. She stayed on top of him for another minute, and then got off, lying on her back as she panted. Ron's eyes went to her heaving tits.
"Hermione, I need to cum …"
She looked at him without a trace of sympathy. "No, I told you: as a punishment, you won't ejaculate in my pussy."
"Your ass?" he asked hopefully, but that hope vanished when he saw the way she arched her eyebrow.
"No anal sex for you today, Auror Weasley."
Ron groaned, wondering how far she would take this game. She had cum thrice, after all.
"But I am generous, so you can jerk off and finish on my breasts."
Well, not what he had planned, but he wasn't going to refuse. So he knelt besides her and began to wank, eyeing her body hungrily and the way her hands roamed her stomach. "Can I put it between your tits?"
"No, and if you keep pushing your luck, you'll end up in the bathroom. Alone."
Ron groaned, but didn't protest and kept stroking his dick as she watched, unable to completely hide the lust in her gaze.
"Come on, finish," she ordered in a stern, bored tone. "I haven't got all day."
Ron grunted and, as he was about to fire, he straddled her stomach and bent over a bit, pointing at her tits. "Fuck, here it comes, Hermione!" His cock throbbed, swelling, and then began to spurt streams of thick cum, moving his hand so both tits received a good amount of his semen. "Ah, fuuuuck …"
"Better?" she asked, a slight smirk on her face. Ron stared at her cum-stained tits, and he nodded before falling onto the bed next to her.
"Good load," she commented, caressing her boobs. Then, as he watched, she moved her hand to her mouth and sucked her fingers clean, making sounds of pure delight. "Tasty, too."
"Fuck, Hermione, if you wanted it so badly, I could have cum in your mouth."
"Didn't like coming all over my breasts, Ron?"
"Well, yeah, but I'm a bit tired of jerking off, you know, even if I finish on your perfect tits …"
"Oh, my poor boyfriend," she said mockingly, abandoning the roleplaying game. She pressed her tits against his side and kissed him on the cheek. "I was very bad, wasn't I?"
"Yes," he pouted.
She rested her chin on his chest, looking at him, and moved her hand to his cock. "But you can go again, can't you?" she asked, fondling him. "If you get hard, you can fuck me again, this time hard and fast … and from behind, if you like."
"You're devious, you know?" he said, cupping her face and brining her mouth towards his for a hard, passionate kiss. "I'm going to fuck you extra hard just for that stunt you played."
"As if you didn't like it," she replied. He didn't deny it, and kissed her again, pushing her back on the bed. As he ravished her mouth, he moved his left hand to her tits, kneading them before moving down to her sex, cupping her and then rubbing her slit teasingly. She moaned into the kiss and opened her legs wantonly.
"Want my cock, Hermione?"
"No," she replied, pulling his head down for another kiss.
"No?" he asked, breaking it again and raising an eyebrow at her. He stopped moving his fingers.
"Okay, yes," she admitted, pulling him down again to resume the kiss. Ron responded eagerly and began fingering her, his thumb touching her clit, though very softly as she probably was still sensitive. After a while, he broke the kiss and moved down, so he could suck and nibble at her boobs before burying his face between them and shaking it, making her laugh.
"I love being tit-slapped!" he shouted, an idiotic grin on his face. Hermione stared at him and laughed again.
"Tit-slapped?" she repeated, amused.
"Yeah!"
She sat up suddenly and gestured for him to put his face between his breasts again. He quickly obliged, using his tongue to lick her skin. Hermione put her hands on his head and then began to shake her torso, causing her tits to move from side to side, effectively slapping him.
"Fuuuck!" he moaned in delight and then, suddenly he was kissing her again, hungrily, his fingers moving purposedly on her cunt. "Turn over," he demanded, his voice full of need. "Please, get on all fours."
Hermione gave him another kiss and then shifted to comply. Ron watched her, his cock throbbing at the movements of her deliciously plump ass. Eager, he positioned himself behind her and caressed her back and sides, marvelling at her softness, her slim waist and the way her hips flared out and to her rounded, fantastic ass he so loved. Delaying his gratification a bit more, he lowered his face and began to kiss her cheeks, even giving her a long lick along her crack, which made her moan.
"You love me kissing your ass, don't you?"
"You know I do," she said, looking at him over her shoulder with a small smile on her lips. Then her expression turned suddenly serious. "Fuck me, Ron. Hard."
Ron didn't need to be told twice. He positioned his cock at her entrance and then thrust hard, burying himself in her tight sheath. "Fuck, Hermione, I love your pussy … Fuck, I love your pussy …" he declared, beginning to fuck her fast and hard, his hips hitting her ass.
"Oh, ohhh, Ron, yes! Oh, yes, like that! Give it to me, Love!"
"Fuuuck, Hermione …!" he growled, his mind dizzy with the pleasure. He squeezed and kneaded her ass as he fucked her forcefully, his balls hitting her pussy with each thrust.
Hermione threw her hair back with a swift jerk or her head and looked at him again, her expression filled with pure ecstasy. "More, Ron, more! Oh, gods, gods, gods …!"
"Touch yourself," he ordered, his hands tightening the grip on her hips. "I want you to cum with me."
"I will," she said, mouth gaping. "There's no need, Ron, you feel so good, and I — Ungh, fuck — missed you so much I'm going to cum just with you fucking me …"
"I want you to cum harder," he replied and, sitting back on his legs, she pulled her body up so her back was against his chest, her pussy still impaled on his dick. Ron bit her nape and cupped her tits possessively, resuming his thrusting, though in this position he couldn't go as hard. She moaned again, and he lowered one of his hands to between her legs, rubbing her clit expertly.
"Ohhhh, gods, RON!" she screamed, her right arm flying to his neck to hold him against her, the other grasping his hip. "More! Fuck me more! Oh, I'm going to cum!"
"Yeah, cum for me," he whispered, sucking on her earlobe. "Cum all around my cock, my horny witch …"
Hermione let out a loud scream and she came, her entire body going rigid as her pussy fluttered deliciously around Ron's dick. He kept rubbing her and pinched her nipples, making her orgasm more intense.
"Oh, oh, gods, Ron …" she moaned as she came back from her high.
"I love when you cum hard," he whispered against her ear, and then he pushed her forwards so she was again on her hands and knees, and placed his hands on her ass, caressing it reverently. "My turn," he warned her, and then began to thrust, fast and hard, seeking his own release.
After a bit, he pressed on her back so she was lying on her stomach and he put his own knees outside her legs, closing them and making her cunt a bit tighter, and resumed fucking her, his face buried in her wild hair.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck!" he groaned as he felt his own orgasm approach quickly. He slid his hands under her body and cupped her tits roughly, using them to throw himself at her with more vigour, the obscene noise of his hips slamming against her ass helping him towards release.
"Gods, Ronnnnn!"
"Fuck, here it comes, Hermione! Oh, unnngh, fuck, fuck, yessss! Oh, yesssss!" he hissed as his cock exploded, filling her pussy with stream after stream of hot cum. He pressed himself against her as tightly as he could, as if wanting to fuse their bodies together while he kept cumming. "Oh, oh, fuuuuck … so fuckin' good …" he moaned as he finished.
Hermione managed to turn her face, and they shared a loving kiss before he rolled off her, lying sprawled on his back. Hermione turned towards him and rested her face on his chest, looking at him with a bright smile on her face.
"Ron, this was amazing," she commented. "I love you so much."
He smirked at her. "Well, cumming good will do that to you."
She smacked his chest. "Idiot. I'd love you even if the sex wasn't as good as it is. Though I admit I'd love you a bit less if that was the case," she added jokingly.
"You wound my heart," he said dramatically, and he let out a giggle. "What about a bath?" he asked after a bit, his hand caressing her back.
"Mmmh, sounds good, I'm quite sweaty …"
"Fantastic!" he said happily, jumping out of the bed and going to the tub. He began filling it with hot water, and then brought the coo-box there. Hermione joined him after a few minutes and stared at the tub.
"This is like the hot-tub at the hotel in Sydney!" she commented, pleasantly surprised.
He smiled at her. "Yeah, I know. I remembered it and asked for it. Shall we?" he said, pointing to the tub.
She nodded and got into the water, sitting against the border and sighing in pleasure. Ron admired her for a moment and then joined her, opening a couple of bottles of pumpkin juice. "I only brought one bottle of Sparklejuice. To be honest, I didn't expect we would drink it all in one go."
"Well, we had a lot to talk about," said Hermione. "Thanks," she added, grabbing the bottle Ron was offering her and taking a sip.
They relaxed for a bit, lying in the water and enjoying the jets, looking at the ceiling. It wasn't precisely a good view, so he closed his eyes and concentrated, and then he heard Hermione gasp. When he opened his eyes, the ceiling had vanished and they were looking at a starry sky.
"Ron, this is so beautiful …" she said in awe. "How did you do it?"
"Well, as confess I talked to Neville a lot about this room this past week. I — I wanted it to be perfect for us," he added.
She kissed his cheek. "Thank you. I love you so much."
He smiled at her, happy, and then stayed like that, in silence, drinking and just watching the stairs. There was no need to talk, being together like this was enough for the two of them.
However, after ten minutes or so of quiet companionship, Ron broke it.
"We could enchant the ceiling of our bedroom to look like this," he suggested. "I mean, once we've got our place."
Hermione looked at him. "You would like this in our room?"
Ron shrugged. "Would be cool, don't you think?"
Hermione directed her gaze upwards once more, thinking about it. "Maybe. As long as it is always like this and doesn't reflect the actual sky. I don't fancy the idea of being awakened in the middle of the night by a lightning crossing the room."
Ron laughed. "Okay, we'll take that into account." They fell silent again, and Ron started to think about them living together. "Hermione …"
"Yeah?"
"Does it scare you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Living together, you and me."
She turned her head to look at him. "Why should I be scared of that? I've lived with you for almost a year."
"Yes, but in a tent. It's just — what if you get sick of me? I mean, you're almost a neat freak, and I'm lazy and a bit of a slob …"
She glared at him. "I'm not a neat freak!"
"Well, Love, you are. A bit."
"I'm not," she insisted. "But, putting that aside, yes, I won't have you leaving your dirty clothes all over the floor expecting me to clean after you. We've got to split the house chores, Ron. However, I don't know why you worry so much. Okay, when you lived at The Burrow your room was a mess, but I've been in your flat and it's tidy and clean."
Ron blushed a bit. "Well, I made an extra effort for every Hogsmeade weekend."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You did?"
He nodded.
"Mmmh. Well, I'm going to choose to be flattered by that." She made a pause before adding, her tone softer, "Ron, I don't think we could ever break up because of that alone, but you'd better remember I'm not your mum."
"I know, I know. And I promise you I'll make an effort, but well, I know myself …"
"We'll manage," she replied confidently.
"You really think so?"
"I'm sure, Ron."
Ron felt the tension and worry that had started to accumulate in his body dissipate and sighed in relief.
"Look, I won't lie and say I'm not a bit nervous, because I am. But well, if problems arise, we'll row and then make up. It's what we do."
"We haven't had a big row in ages."
"We'll make up better, then."
Ron chuckled. "That sounds fantastic," he declared, turning onto his side, and moved one hand to play with her tits. "What if I make up to you in advance, for the first time I leave my dirty socks on the floor?"
She laughed. "If you do that, I'll charm them so they keep hitting your nose until you put them in the laundry bucket," she threatened in an amused tone. Her tone changed to a coy one, however, when she added. "That being said, I wouldn't say no to some make up in advance …" she trailed off.
Grinning brilliantly at her, he claimed her mouth in a hot kiss, his hands still moving over her fantastic, full tits. He pinched one of her nipples, and she moaned into his mouth.
Fuck, that sound was still music to his ears.
He moved his mouth down her jaw and to her neck, then to her tits, and began to suck on her nipples while she held onto his hair.
"Oh, Ron …"
He slid his left hand down her body, to between her legs, which she opened at once, and began to caress her slit, stopping to tease her clit every once in a while.
"Ron, please," she begged after a while, sounding impatient. Ron debated whether to tease her, but in the end decided not to. They would have to teasing and playing once they had more than one night for themselves. So, he slid down her body and, grabbing her legs, put his head under the water and began to eat her out. After thirty seconds or so, he had to go back up for air, but kept fingering her, and then went down once more. He continued with this pattern for quite a long time, as the breaks caused her orgasm to approach more slowly. So, when he finally saw she was really close, bucking her hips in almost desperation, he took a deep breath and sucked on her clit with all his might, fingering her fast and hard with two fingers until she exploded, trashing in the water and holding him to her body in a way that almost made him drown.
"Fuck, Herm — cough! — my-knee! Do you — cough! Cough! — want to kill me?"
"Sorry," she said, though the blissful smile on her face told him she wasn't that regretful. "It just was very intense, with the slow build and all …"
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, and you know I love making you cum hard, but not at the cost of my own life, you know."
"Oh, don't exaggerate, Ron …" she replied, completely unconcerned. "Besides, now it's your turn …"
"It is," he nodded, moving over her body. "And after almost sacrificing my wellbeing for your pleasure, I think I deserve a good reward."
"For an Auror, you're quite whiny," she teased. "But I agree on the reward part," she added, and then, with a sudden, forceful movement, he pushed him onto his back, climbing onto his lap a moment later, a devilish grin on her face. Ron's cock twitched at the sight, and then moaned when her pussy made contact with his tip. She giggled and rubbed herself against him, driving him mad. He tried to angle himself and slip into her hot cunt, but she would have none of it.
"Come on, Hermione …" he begged, grabbing her hips. She smirked at him and then grabbed his cock, keeping it upwards.
"What do you want, Ron?"
"I want m cock in your tight pussy," he answered.
She angled her head. "Oh. I was going to suggest you finished in my other hole …"
"What!?" he asked, surprised. As a response, Hermione arched her back and shifted a bit forwards, lowering her body a bit so his tip was nudged between her ass cheeks and against her tightest entrance. She moved her ass a bit, and Ron moaned in pleasure.
"Should I move this —" She tightened her grip on his shaft "— to my pussy, Ron?"
"NO!" he shouted, and then, realising how that sounded, her tried to amend himself, "I mean, that would be amazing, but fuck, I really want your ass. And though I love giving it to you from behind we've never had anal in this position, with you on top …"
"I know. But I'm up for some experimentation."
"So am I. It's just that you said there would be no anal today …"
She let out a chuckle. "I know. But," she said, pushing her ass down so the tip started to enter her, "I said that yesterday …"
Ron frowned, not understanding, and she looked to the side. Ron followed her gaze and saw the wall clock. It was ten minutes after midnight. His mouth and eyes opened wide at the realisation, and she gave him a smug look.
"You're devilish, you are. You said that purposedly."
"Of course I did. And you, my brave Auror, fell into my trap."
"Well, Head Girl, for that, I'll have to fuck your ass extra hard," he stated, and moved his own hands to her bum, grabbing handfuls of her flesh.
"Sounds fair," she agreed. Then she lowered her face until their cheeks touched and she whispered into his ear, "Spread my ass, Ron, so it can take your cock deep."
Ron groaned and did as told, pulling her cheeks apart. Immediately, she began to push down, hard. Her sphincter resisted for a moment, and then his cock popped in, making them both moan in pleasure.
"Fuck, Hermione … Shit, so tight …"
"Ron …"
"Keep going. Take it all, please … I wanna see you riding my cock with your ass …"
She pushed down again, taking half his member, and then lifted her ass and began to move it up and down, every time descending more, until, finally, her cheeks slapped his thighs and Ron let out a grunt of pure satisfaction.
"Bloody fuck, Hermione … Feels so good …"
"Gods, Ron, you're so deep."
"Is it good?" he asked, his voice strained.
"A bit different, but yes. It's exciting to have control with your prick in my ass …"
"Fuck!"
"Get ready, Ron, because I'm going to milk you completely with my little, hot, tight asshole …"
"Holy fuck, Love! Keep talking like that and you'll get your wish soon!"
"No, I want to savour this. And I want to come as well. You'll help me come, right, Ron?"
"Fuck, yeah. As long as you move. You're killing me, Love …"
She kissed him, and then began to move, slowly at first, but with more confidence as the time went by. Ron kept his hands on her ass, grabbing and squeezing and moaning loudly at the incredibly pleasure. Though he preferred to fuck her when he was in her ass, he couldn't deny there was something very arousing in having her riding him anally.
"Umphhh, Ron, I've got you so deep …" she moaned, taking him to the root and making her tits bounce deliciously. Ron was enjoying touching her ass, but couldn't resist the sight of her jiggling breasts and moved his hands to touch and knead them. Hermione moaned louder and pushed her chest out against his hands.
"Fuck, Hermione, your ass is so bloody tight … Ungh, fuuuck …"
"Ron, rub me. Help me come, please …"
"Shit, you're so sexy …" he growled, and slid his right hand down her body and towards her crotch. He had the intention to just rub her clit, but, realising her pussy was empty, he put his hand palm-up and curled two fingers, getting them in her and giving her double penetration.
"OH, GODS!" she cried, her eyes the size of saucers.
"Too much?"
"NO! Feels so good! Oh, fuck, Ron!"
Smirking at her, he said, "Then this will make you crazy," and used his thumb to touch her clit.
"OH, GODS! OH, OHH, GODS!"
She began to move faster, slamming down her ass forcefully and impaling herself on his dick and fingers, making the water around them slosh and splash out of the tub.
"Fuck, Hermione!" he groaned at the pleasure her frantic rhythm was bringing to his cock. "You're gonna make burst!"
But she was too far gone to answer or maybe hear him, and kept bouncing and chanting as if she were possessed. "Gods, gods, oh, gods, this is — Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh, fuck, Ron, coming, coming, COMING!" she yelled in absolute ecstasy, her pussy and ass clamping down on Ron's cock and fingers.
"Fuuuuuck, Hermione!"
She slammed down one last time and then fell over Ron, panting heavily but with a wide, bright grin on her face. Ron looked at her, marvelled at how pretty she was, but his own pressing need won the battle for his attention. His hands flew to her round, fleshy ass and he grabbed it roughly, then began to thrust upwards at top speed.
"Fuuuuck, RON!" she moaned, her eyes as big as saucers.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna — Unngh, yesyesyessss!" he shouted as he finally reached his own orgasm, his cock unloading in an explosion of pure pleasure deep inside her clutching ass. He held onto her cheeks, pushing hard until he was sure he had given her everything, and then, finally, relaxed. "Merlin, that was amazing!" he exclaimed, ecstatic due to the powerful climax he had experienced.
"Uh-huh," she mumbled in response, her face resting on his shoulder. "Amazing, yes …" she sighed.
He cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him, and then they kissed, languidly, unhurriedly, allowing their love to pour into each other, and then she rested her head back on his chest, sighing contentedly as he caressed her hair.
"We should get out of the water, don't you think?" she said after a bit.
He shrugged. "It's warm, and the jets feel amazing, and you're wet and naked."
She laughed. "Well, I could be in the bed naked, too."
"Tempting."
They ended up staying in the water for another ten minutes, then washed up and dried themselves before getting under the soft, comfortable sheets of the bed and snuggling together.
"I know I'm breaking twenty rules, but I'm so happy you're here, and I don't want you to leave in the morning," she said.
"I know. But you'll be taking the train to London in just five days, Love. Then we'll have two weeks."
"I'm looking forward to that."
"Me too." He fell silent for a moment, and then added, "I told my Mum I wanted your parents over for Christmas."
She raised her head, her curls falling over the left side of her face, and looked at him. "You did?"
He nodded. "She loves the idea, but I wanted to tell you first, in case they had plans already."
"Well, usually we go to my Aunt Monica's, as my grandparents live there as well, but I could convince them to go on Christmas Eve, and then we could go to The Burrow on Christmas."
"Do you want me to go?" he asked, and when she gave him a questioning look, he added, "To you Aunt's, I mean. Shit, sorry, I'm overstepping, right? You —"
"No, no!" she quickly cut him in. "I'd love you to come, it's just I didn't expect you to want to."
He frowned. "Why not? You know my family, it's only fair that I meet yours."
"All right, then. I'll send a letter to my parents, then, see what they think." She leaned in a gave him another kiss. "I'm looking forward to all of it."
"Me too."
She lay her head on his chest, and he put his right arm around her naked shoulders, relishing their contact. She let out a yawn, and he chuckled.
"I know you probably want to play more, and part of me wants that as well, but can we at least take a nap? I'm worn out."
He kissed the top of her head. "Of course, Love. I'm rather tired as well."
They shared another kiss, and then the lights in the room flickered out. Yeah, he would have loved another round, but he was sure they would shag again before it was time to leave. And even if they didn't, he felt content and at home, with her in his arms.
Well, next update will the to Holidays, and then it'll be a one-shot. But I'm also back on track with this story, so updates will become regular again from now on.