Hi! This chapter is pretty much all smuff, so I hope you enjoy! These two can't keep their hands off of each other, I swear ;)
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Hermione didn't know how much time had passed, but she woke up in complete darkness, the feeling of Ron's hand running up and down her arm slowly rousing her. They had fallen asleep together, with Ron's larger frame spooning her, the back of her body tight against the front of his. As he continued his light caress on her arm, Hermione could feel him growing hard against her bum, and she let out a content sigh, abruptly stilling his movements.
"Did I wake you?" he asked, the sound of his deep, groggy voice making Hermione smile.
"You did," she confirmed, letting out a yawn.
"Just woke up and your skin looked so smooth and- M'sorry."
"No, you're not."
Ron chuckled. "I am! I mean- a little."
She ground her bum against him, making him groan. Want flooded her, and she pressed against him again, Ron taking in a sharp breath.
"Ermynee," he murmured, his hand squeezing her hip.
Hermione sat up and crawled away from him, happy to hear a small noise of protest as she left. She reached into her nightstand and pulled out her box of condoms, ripping it open before taking one out. She hastily returned to where she had been before, and put the condom in the palm of Ron's hand as she slipped out of her knickers.
"You sure?" he asked, his voice rough.
"I think you already know the answer to that," she breathed, grinding into him again.
Ron groaned, and Hermione felt him back away from her. She heard the sound of the condom package being opened, and after a moment, he was back.
"Like this?" he asked, even as he moved down into position, pulling her leg up and holding it in the crook of his elbow.
Hermione turned her head to look at him. "Yes. Why? Is something wrong with-"
Ron shook his head. "No. Nothing's wrong," he said as he pulled her hips back so she was tighter against him.
He moved his head down towards hers, and Hermione met him halfway for a kiss. As they kissed, Ron reached down in front of her, his fingers traveling down before running over the slick flesh in between her legs.
"Gods, Hermione you're so ready," he murmured, his arm holding her leg steady as she writhed from the sensation of what he was doing. His erection was still against her bum, and she arched back harder onto it, causing Ron's fingers to move faster.
Hermione's breaths were coming out short and ragged, but she tried to keep her release at bay, wanting Ron to be inside her when she came. Just as she was about to tell him this, she felt him readjust himself, and with his fingers not letting up, Ron pushed into her in one smooth motion. It surprised her how different it felt this time, with Ron behind her like he was.
"Ohgod," she whimpered.
Ron's fingers pressed harder as he thrust his hips, the combined sensations causing Hermione to moan. She was still a little sore from earlier, but the pleasure she was feeling easily outweighed any pain.
"Please," she gasped for air, almost driven to insanity, as she was so close.
"Come, love," Ron's deep and throaty voice demanded right into her ear as he pushed his finger down on her at the same time he gave a hard, sharp thrust.
Hermione's whole body went stiff before she screamed, the pleasure of her orgasm even more intense than it had been earlier. It seemed to go on forever, and when she finally came down, her body was shaking and she felt lightheaded. Ron was still inside of her, but had stopped moving, apparently giving her a moment to come back down from her high.
Then, without warning, he pulled out and rolled her over so that she was on her back, and he pounced on her, his body weight pressing her into the mattress. He smashed his lips to hers, swallowing her cry as he rammed his hips forward, burying himself inside of her once again. Hermione's hands went to his sides, and she grabbed at him, desperately trying to pull him closer.
'Yessss,'' she hissed, Ron picking up speed as they found a rhythm together. "You-feel- so- good," she panted. "So gooood."
"Fuck. Not as good as you do," Ron rasped out, one of his hands buried in her hair while the other ran down over her, his thumb brushing over her nipple. "Hermione I- Fuuuuuck."
Hermione felt him twitching inside of her, choking out nonsensical words as he came.
She cradled his head to her chest, both of them panting as he lay on top of her. After a moment Ron rolled away, Hermione immediately missing the warmth of his body. Her eyes were closed, but she heard Ron dispose of the condom before crawling back into bed and pulling her close.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear.
"I love you too," she responded before falling back into a deep sleep.
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Hermione woke first, her eyes opening to find Ron's face inches from hers. The sight made her insides warm up with affection, and she reached up to push his fringe to the side so she could see him better. After months of secretly (and then not so secretly) pining over him, her heart repeatedly being broken, having to watch him be with someone else, Ron Weasley was finally hers. She still couldn't believe it. Her smile grew wider as Ron's eyelids fluttered open, his pale eyelashes blinking rapidly in the onslaught of the early morning sunlight.
"Hey," he greeted, his voice scratchy.
"Hi yourself."
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about the dream I had," she answered, giving him a mischievous smile.
"Oh yeah? What was this dream about?" he asked, his smile growing wider.
"We shagged. A couple of times, actually."
He laughed. "Oh. Well, was I a good shag?"
Hermione hummed her confirmation as she closed her eyes. "Mhm. The best."
Ron kissed both of her closed eyelids before giving her a soft kiss on the mouth. "And would you like a repeat?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes. Very much so."
"My insatiable girl," Ron mumbled as he gave her another kiss. "I love you so much."
Hermione opened her eyes. "Because I'm insatiable?"
Ron shook his head. "No. That's just an added bonus."
Using her hands, Hermione pushed him onto his back, Ron moving willingly. She sat up and crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. She was still starkers, but Ron had put his pants back on, the offending piece of fabric acting as a barrier between them. Bending over, Hermione reached for the box of condoms on the nightstand, letting out a startled squeak at the sensation of Ron's tongue flicking her nipple.
"Sorry, love," he chuckled. "But if you put those gorgeous things in my face, I'm unable to resist."
Laughing, she grabbed a condom and sat back. Ron's hands went to her waist before moving down and giving her hips a light squeeze, his expression one of pure adoration. Hermione could feel he was already hard, and she grinned at the fact that she had such an effect on him. Moving further back, she freed him from his pants before rolling the condom on him, Ron watching her with a small smile on his face.
"It's not rocket science, Granger."
Hermione scoffed. "Obviously not, Weasley."
"You were looking at it as if it were a bloody equation that you have to figure ou- ah, fuck!"
Hermione lifted herself and sank down on Ron- taking him by surprise. The feeling of him inside of her was something she was quickly and happily getting used to.
"Give a bloke some warning," he groaned, his fingers grasping at her thighs.
Hermione raised her hips before slamming back down on him. "Like that?" she asked, giving him a smirk.
"You're trying to kill me," he gasped.
Hermione shook her head, closing her eyes as she started to slowly grind herself against him. "No. You see. If I killed you, there'd be no more shagging."
"So now the truth comes out?" Ron teased in a breathless voice. "The real reason you're with me." His hands squeezed her waist as he helped her move.
"No. That's just an added bonus," she panted, repeating his words from earlier.
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After they were both thoroughly satisfied, they cuddled in bed for a while, talking about nothing and everything between kisses and caresses. Hermione had never felt so content, and she enjoyed being able to touch Ron so intimately, to be able to get to know him more and more in every way.
"How many times do you think we can do it in one weekend?" she asked. "Think we can use all the condoms?"
Ron gave a loud laugh. "Hermione. I want you to dream big- but not that big. We both bought a pack of twenty! No way we'll be able to use all of them!"
"I was only teasing!" she laughed, causing him to lightly pinch her side and make her squeal.
He pulled her closer, his face turning serious as he ran his hand down her cheek. "Besides," he said in a husky voice. "I'm not just here to shag you." His eyes raked down her naked form, and he gulped. "Even though it's bloody fucking brilliant." He sighed before looking back up at her face. "I enjoy just being with you, Hermione. In all ways. Not just one."
"I feel the same," she replied truthfully. They shared a slow, sweet kiss before Hermione forced herself to pull away from him. "Maybe we ought to get ready. We can't spend all day in bed- no matter how tempting the thought is."
"Tempting indeed," Ron mumbled as he nipped at her neck.
Hermione jumped out of bed without warning, Ron following her lead, both of them completely starkers. Laughing, their hands intertwined, they made their way to the bathroom to take a shower. When they stepped in, they squealed as they got doused with cold water when Ron turned the knob, both of them moving into the corner to avoid the spray, Ron covering Hermione's body with his. Luckily, the water warmed quickly, and they held each other close as it rained down on them. The feeling was sensual, and as they kissed, Hermione got lost in being in love with him, something she knew she'd never tire of.
"Is this what it feels like to kiss in the rain?" Ron asked, causing her to laugh.
They washed each other, running their fingers over soapy skin, both of them relishing the feeling of washing and being washed. It was only a little awkward for Hermione, the intimacy something that she was easily getting used to.
Once Ron was done lathering her hair in shampoo, Hermione stepped back, closing her eyes as she rinsed. She smiled when she felt Ron kissing her neck, one of her hands moving to tangle in his wet ginger hair. Instead of moving up to her lips as she'd expected, Ron trailed down, his tongue licking and sucking her wet skin as he traveled lower and lower. When he got down to his knees, his face reaching the apex of her legs, Hermione couldn't resist a moan, his tongue burning hot as it lapped at her.
"Ron-" she gasped, her feet slipping on the shower floor as her body started to instinctively grind against his mouth. "I can't- I'm- I'm gonna fall."
Ron leaned his head back to look up at her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "I thought you already fell for me," he teased, waggling his eyebrows.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth to respond when Ron grabbed her thigh and threw one of her legs over his shoulder, his hands moving to her bum to help support her before continuing his ministrations. Eventually he added his fingers, and with Hermione gasping and whimpering, Ron brought her to another mind-blowing release. Once she came down, Hermione's body slid to the tile, her legs feeling like jelly and her limbs weak as she regained her breath.
"We definitely need to leave before you change my mind," she said with a breathless laugh.
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After a strenuous hike, Ron and Hermione made it to the top of the large hill, both of them sitting down on a rock as they looked out above all the trees.
"Gotta admit," Ron said as he took a sip of water out of his canteen. "It's really pretty up here."
They laid together in the sun, one of Ron's arms behind his head, the other wrapped around Hermione's waist as she lay her head on his chest.
"I don't want you to leave tomorrow," she said in a sad voice. "I don't want to go back to real life."
Ron sighed. "I know. This whole…long distance thing is harder than I thought it was going to be." He paused. "Not that it isn't completely worth it- because it is, but- yeah. It's hard."
"What about after we graduate?" Hermione asked in a small voice. "What's going to happen between us?"
Even though graduation was now a little over six months away, neither of them had talked about that far into the future yet, and Hermione was nervous about Ron's response. As far as their relationship went, he'd said he planned to be around for a long time, but did he mean indefinitely? The whole 'summer romance' thing was so confusing, and Hermione wondered if he was in as deep as she was- even though she was fairly certain he was. She wasn't even sure where he planned to go or what he planned to do after graduation, and Hermione hadn't told him she'd already been accepted into several universities but hadn't chosen one as of yet.
Ron turned his body, so they were face to face. He licked his lips. "What do you want to happen?" he asked, his expression apprehensive.
"I don't want to lose you," Hermione gave him her honest answer.
Ron smiled, a wide grin that lit up his entire face. "Good. Because I don't want to lose you either. Hermione, you mean so much to me. I've never been happier, and I mean that." He swallowed. "You've seen me at my worst." Hermione's eyes watered when she remembered how low he'd been after Matty died. "You were patient, and you waited for me after my relationship with Lavender ended. You were there for me even when you didn't need to be. All summer long. I want to do the same for you- be there for you through everything. Well- except the ending of a relationship part. That we can do without."
Hermione leaned in to give him a kiss. "How can you be so amazing?" she whispered.
"How can you think I'm so amazing is the question I'm asking myself," he chuckled.
"How can't you see what I see- a dashing, kind, helpful, wonderful, hard-working, incredibly sexy camp counselor," she said with a smile.
"Ok, now I know you're exaggerating."
"I think I'm under-exaggerating, actually."
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, moving his head towards hers. "Less talking, more snogging."
Hermione was all too happy to comply, as snogging Ron was definitely on her list of top favorite things to do. They stayed in that spot for a while, talking of their future plans, both of them sure that whatever came, they wanted to tackle it together.
They had dinner at a small diner, sitting next to each other in the booth rather than across, sharing a chocolate milkshake after they were through eating. They walked back to Hermione's house hand in hand before settling on the sofa and watching a romantic comedy that they only got halfway through before they got handsy- Ron pausing the movie so they could make their way up to Hermione's room to continue what they had started downstairs. Afterwards, they fell asleep, Ron's body again spooning Hermione's, the sound of his breathing in her ear the first sound she heard when she woke up the next morning.
They stayed inside the rest of the day, playing board games and talking about friends from school and kids who had been at camp that summer. Because Ron lived four hours away, He couldn't stay late, so right after an early dinner, Hermione was once again having to say goodbye- the amazing weekend she'd just shared with him only making it harder to do so. She'd known it was going to fly by, but the weekend really had passed far too fast for her liking, and after another tearful and long goodbye, Ron was gone.
Less than an hour after he'd left, the sound of the door opening caused Hermione to sit up from where she'd been laying on the sofa feeling glum. She smiled as her parents walked in the door with their suitcases, both of them breathless but smiling.
"How was your weekend?" Hermione asked as she stood up to greet them.
"I think it was one of the better conventions. Wouldn't you say, Hugh?" Hermione's mum asked, looking at her husband.
"Oh, definitely," Hermione's dad agreed as he walked over to kiss her on the top of her head.
"So. How was your weekend?" Hermione's mum asked, her eyebrow raised in a teasing manner.
"Do not answer that question until I leave the room, please," Hugh said as he made his way over to the stairs. "I know you're seventeen and perfectly capable of making your own decisions- but I really don't want to hear the details."
Both Hermione and her mum laughed as he disappeared upstairs.
"So? All good?" Jean Granger asked, turning back to Hermione.
"Yes," Hermione answered with a smile, although she was blushing. She and her mum had always had an open relationship, a fact that made Hermione happy.
"Oh, to be seventeen again," Jean laughed. "And I assume Ron was respectful, and you both were responsible?"
She nodded. "Of course."
"Great. I can't wait to meet him one day!"
Hermione smiled. "I can't wait either."