One last chapter before I go on holiday!

Don't worry, I'll post another around the middle of the month, but then you'll have to wait until September for more.

I hope you like it and you are having a good summer (or winter, if you're on the Southern Hemisphere!)

Chapter 16

In Hiding

Ron didn't say anything for a bit, and just contemplated the point where Kreacher had been until a moment before, when he had Disapparated to comply with Harry's request and find Mundungus Fletcher.

He leaned against the back of his chair and looked around, at the grim kitchen of the old house of the Black family. It was almost incredible than, barely twenty-four hours before, he had been helping with the last-minute preparations for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Since then, he had enjoyed a wonderful evening with Hermione, they had to flee for their lives after Death Eaters had crashed it, had found momentary refuge in a London all-night café where they had been attacked again, and finally had come here, to the old, dark house, to be received by a dusty ghost of Dumbledore put by Moody to scare Snape off.

And today, after getting up, Harry had found Regulus Black's old room, with his initials on it: R.A.B. — the same initials as the one who had stolen the locket. Then Hermione had remembered an old locket no one could open during the summer they had spent cleaning the house, and Harry had summoned Kreacher, who had told them the story of how Regulus had offered him to You-Know-Who after he had requested an elf. He had explained how he had been left in the cave where the evil wizard had hidden the horcrux, to be killed by the inferi, and, finally, how he escaped Disapparating — something You-Know-Who hadn't thought about — and had helped Regulus to retrieve the locket, which had cost the youngest Black brother his life.

And now they knew that Mundungus Fletcher had stolen the locket among many other things, and Harry had sent him after him.

He looked at Hermione, who seemed to be very troubled. Her sympathy for Kreacher's suffering could be felt a mile away, and he couldn't deny that he was deeply shaken by the elf's tale, by the way You-Know-Who enjoyed disposed of people after using them, enjoying killing and making them suffer without the slightest remorse.

Harry shook his head and said he needed to be alone, abandoning the kitchen and leaving Ron and Hermione there. Ron approached her and put and grabbed her hand.

"Hey, are you okay?"

She nodded. "It's just — do you see it, Ron?" she asked, her beautiful eyes full of compassion. "Do you see how horrible it is? Voldemort used him and then left him there, as if he was of no value …"

Ron shuddered a bit at the mention of the name, but nodded. "Yes. You're right, Hermione. Even if they like their lives, no one should have to obey in such a horrible way."

Hermione stared into his eyes and smiled. "Really? Do you agree with me on that?"

"I do. And though I might disagree in how you approach the question of elfish welfare, I promise you that, if we get out of this war alive, I'll help you to change that."

Hermione gave him the sweetest smile and kissed him on his lips. "Thank you, Ron. You don't know how much that means to me."

"I know. And I am sorry if it seemed that I didn't care before. Well, I suppose in a way I really didn't. I can be a lazy sod, and the only elf I knew that suffered was Dobby and he was freed. The Hogwarts elves are well-treated so …" he let his voice trailed off.

"I know. And maybe I was a bit dramatic when I said Hogwarts meals were made by slavery. As you say, the elves in the castle are well treated and they are happy. But I still think that if is unfair how they are treated, and that no one sees them or appreciate what they do."

"I know." He smiled at her. "Know what? People always says you've got incredible brains, but I think your heart is even bigger. You're our moral compass, Hermione, mine and Harry's, and though it might seem like we don't appreciate it sometimes, we do. Really."

Hermione looked at him in that way that always make him feel weak in the knees and the luckiest bloke in the whole world. "Ron …" she muttered, her voice laced with love. She put her hands on his neck, and then kissed him again, softly though insistently. Ron felt his entire body heat up, and then opened his mouth. At once, her tongue entered it, seeking his greedily, and the kiss turned into a passionate snog. Ron put his hands on her waist and then on her back, pulling her to him, their bodies pressed together. His hand started roaming her back, going down to the top of her round bum and up again, while she started playing with the hairs behind his neck, causing goosebumps to erupt all over his body. The kiss intensified, their breaths becoming ragged and uneven, until, after a few minutes, they pulled away, knowing that if they continued, they'd end up shagging there on the kitchen table. They left the kitchen, and went to the drawing room, where Hermione began to read The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Ron lay down on the other couch, bored. He started to play with the Deluminator, until an annoyed look from Hermione made him stop. Grunting, he got up and went to the window, wanting to get a look at the Muggles that enjoyed their summer without knowing that a war was going on and that a madman had taken control of part of the country. However, his attention was drawn to a couple of men dressed in long black coats, watching the buildings in front of them from the park on the other side of the street.

"Hermione," Ron said, feeling worried, but there was no answer. "Hermione!" he repeated, raising the voice.

"What!?" she spat.

"Come here,"

He heard her huff in annoyance and approach him. "What, Ron? I was in the middle of a chapter, you know —"

"Look at those."

Hermione looked at what Ron was pointing and furrowed her brow. "Isn't it too hot to be wearing that — Oh!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Death Eaters."

"But — how?"

Ron shrugged. "Like they found us yesterday, I suppose."

"At least they can't enter here," said Hermione, though she sounded frightened. "I suppose Moody's jinxes stopped Snape from telling them this address."

"Fuck …"

"We've got to tell Harry," Hermione commented, "and we should find something to eat. Aren't you hungry?"

"A bit," confessed Ron.

There wasn't much food in the house, but they managed to prepare a few sandwiches with slightly mouldy bread, accompanied with pumpkin juice or butterbeer.

"I'll call Harry if you set the table, Ron," Hermione said, leaving the kitchen.

"Yeah," he said sadly, looking at the less-than-appetizing sandwiches and remembering the delicious food of last evening dinner.

A couple of minutes later, Harry and Hermione entered the kitchen.

"No sign of Kreacher yet?" Harry asked Ron.

"No, just a couple of Death Eaters outside," he responded.

"What!?"

"What you heard. Two of them, stationed on the other side of the street, keeping watch."

"But how? It must be me! How am I going to search for the Horcruxes if they can find me anywhere I go?"

"I'm sure it's not you, Harry," interjected Hermione.

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know."

Harry grunted, clearly in a bad mood. Seeing him like that made Ron irritable, too, and the lunch certainly didn't help, so they just ate in silence.

Kreacher didn't come back that afternoon, either, and, at night, Harry was completely restless, pacing the drawing room back and forth.

"Why hasn't he come back yet?" he asked. "It's been ten fucking hours! What if they caught him?"

"I'm sure he's all right, Harry," Hermione commented in a calmed tone. "Mundungus knows how to hide. He won't be easy to find."

Harry grunted. "I'm going to bed," he said after a bit. "I'm taking Sirius' old bedroom."

Hermione raised her eyes. "Really?"

"We're going to be here for Merlin knows how long, and we're not going to sleep here on the floor like idiots," he stated. "You should take bedrooms, too. Good night."

Ron watched him go, and then turned his head to look at Hermione.

"He's right, we should sleep in beds."

Ron went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a piss, and then went to the room he had shared with Harry two years ago and found Hermione there, taking pyjamas for him from her beaded bag.

"Do you mind if I sleep here with you?" she asked. "I don't fancy sleeping alone in my old room."

"Of course not," he said happily.

She smiled at him, and then went to the bathroom. Ron put on his pyjama bottoms, got into the bed bare-chested and took the Deluminator in his hands, turning and studying it, wondering again why Dumbledore had left it to him, until Hermione came back. Ron watched her as she took off her jeans and t-shirt, standing there just in plain white bra and panties, nothing really sexy, and yet Ron felt himself react to her, especially when she took off her bra and her tits bounced a bit. Then she turned her head and looked at him.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked, a small smile on her face.

"You know I am. You should get in bed like that."

"Just in my knickers?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You can take those off, too. If you want."

"May I?"

"Yeah. Then I could get a glimpse of that sexy, tight pussy of yours."

"I think you've seen it more than enough."

"Yeah, but you know how bad my memory is …"

"I was under the impression that you were in a rather bad mood," she commented.

"Well, lunch and supper weren't very good, and Harry's mood doesn't help, but seeing your perfect tits always makes me feel better," he said, grinning at her.

Hermione stared at him for a bit, and then, slowly, lowered her panties, allowing him to see the sexy triangle of curls surrounding her cunt.

"Fuck, Hermione …"

"Is that what you want, Ron? To fuck me?"

"Yeah. Always. Always," he said eagerly. "Come 'ere," he demanded, throwing the covers to the side and revealing his body and the tent in his trousers. Hermione's eyes zeroed on it, and she licked her lips.

"Umh, I'm completely naked and you're not. Show me the goods, Mr Weasley."

Ron stared at her for a few seconds, and then, raising his bum off the bed, lowered his pyjama trousers and pants in one go, freeing his erect, eager cock to her gaze. With his eyes still fixed on hers, he threw the clothes to the floor and then put his hand on his prick and began to stroke it leisurely, letting out a sigh of pleasure.

Hermione watched her, her eyes burning with lust, and moaned at the sight of him wanking. Absentmindedly, she moved one hand to her breasts and started caressing them slowly, teasing herself.

Ron groaned and moved his hand a bit faster, gripping his cock tighter. In response, she lifted her right leg and put the foot on the bed, opening herself to his hungry, lustful gaze, and then began to trace her slit with her fingers.

"Fuck, Hermione … so hot. See how hard you make me? I could explode right now."

"No," she said, and stopping what she was doing, approached him and knelt between his spread legs. "I am the only one who will make you cum tonight, Ron."

Giving him a sultry look, she bent over and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Ron bucked her hips and moved his hand a bit, effectively wanking into her mouth. Hermione gave his tip a long, powerful suck, and then moved one hand to his balls, kneading them ardently. Soon, Ron needed more, so he moved his hand away and put his hand on the top of her head, caressing her wild curls and pressing down gently, encouraging her to take more of his cock in her mouth, what she did willingly. She swallowed half of his pole before retreating, gathering a bit amount of spit and letting it slide down his shaft. Ron moaned at the sight, and then pushed her down again, making her swallow a bit more.

"Yeah, Hermione, take my whole cock in your mouth. Let it get in your tight throat, love."

"Mmmh," she moaned around him, sending delicious vibrations coursing through his body. She started moving faster, tightening her lips around him as her head bobbed up and down him, going further down every time until his tip entered her throat. She sucked har around him, making him arch his back in pleasure. He grabbed her head and started thrusting upwards, fucking her mouth, which only seemed to spur her on, making her go harder on his cock. They kept this pace for two more minutes until he felt himself about to burst. He could have easily come like this, but he felt he needed something more, so, when he was on the brink of release, he pushed her head away. She looked at him, a disappointed expression on her face.

"Ron! You were about to come!"

"I know," he said, sitting up. "Kneel on the floor, Hermione," he demanded.

"What?"

"Hermione, on your knees," he said almost desperately. His cock was throbbing, and he needed to cum soon.

Hermione stared at him for a couple of seconds and then complied, obviously excited by his demanding tone. Ron got to her feet in front of her and grabbed his cock, caressing it a bit as he observed her naked, sexy body. "Open your mouth."

She did, and Ron put the tip on her tongue. She closed her lips around it, sucking hard, and he moaned. Enthralled by the image, he began to move his hand over his dick. He separated his feet a bit and, understanding what he wanted, she began to knead his bollocks again.

Ron groaned in pleasure and moved his hand faster. After a few seconds, he took his hand away and shoved his prick into her mouth, which she willingly accepted. After a few thrusts, he began wanking again against her tongue while she sucked on the tip.

"Hermione, I'm about to cum. Open wide!"

Smiling lustfully, she opened her mouth and took her tongue out, lapping at his weeping cock while his hand became a blur on his shaft. He put his hand on her head to keep her there — though it was not really necessary — and felt the known contraction on his balls. She moved her hand on them faster, coaxing the cum out of them, and then he exploded. Spurts of cum flew from the tip and landed on her open mouth. Part of it dribbled down her chin, and then Ron thrust his hips forward, entering her mouth again. At once, she closed her lips around it and sucked really hard, drawing out the rest of his seed. She swallowed it greedily, kneading his bollocks even more roughly, as if wanting more and more of his cum. Finally, when his orgasm subsided, he dropped onto the bed, his hands behind his back to support him while he panted. Hermione, however, didn't stop, and with her sultry gaze locked on his, she swallowed him again, licking every drop of his cum until his cock was completely clean and lavished.

"Fuck, that was awesome," he commented, enjoying the loving way in which she was still lapping and licking his cock.

"Yes, it was," she agreed. She gave him a last, long suck and then got up, straddling his legs. He could feel the heat coming from her sex, and the way her tits jiggled as she moved. His cock twitched again. Ron moved one of his hands, leaning on just the other, and touched them. Hermione closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a soundless moan that made her look incredibly sexy. Wanting to provoke more responses like that one, he leaned forwards and took the other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it and flicking it with his tongue. "Oh, Ron …"

"Are you wet, Hermione?" he asked between licks.

"You know I am …"

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes, please," she said, rubbing herself against his re-hardened cock.

"Good, 'cause I want to cum again, too. Again and again."

"Yes, Ron, yes. Let's come together over and over. I need you," she said caressing his hair and making sure his mouth remained against her tits.

"Fuck, your tits are awesome," he said, burying his head between them. Hermione shook her torso, causing both mounds of flesh to slap against his cheeks. Ron grunted and took them in his hands, giving them a hard squeeze. Fuck, her body drove him wild, and her tits … they were so round, so soft, and so firm. Feeling them as he squished them with his fingers made his cock throb despite having cum barely two minutes ago.

"Ron, I need … I need …" she practically begged, rubbing herself against him even harder. He released her left boob and lowered his hand to her crotch. He extended two fingers and used them to stroke her dripping folds along her slit. She moaned and bucked her hips against his hand wantonly. Soon, his fingers were coated in her juices.

"You're gagging for my cock, aren't you, Hermione?" he whispered huskily, inserting his fingers in her tight hole. She clenched around him, and he repressed a groan, his mind swarming with images of his cock in hat hot, wet, welcoming place. She moaned, gripping his shoulders almost painfully while he continued pumping in her and squeezing her tit. "Say it, Hermione," he ordered, rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb. "Say it."

"I'm — oh, Ron … Don't stop!"

"Say it."

She moaned and threw her head backwards, exposing her neck and making her tits even more noticeable. "Ah, fuck! I'm — I'm gagging for — ohhh — you cock!"

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, incredibly turned on. His cock throbbed, wanting nothing more than to be in the place his fingers were, feeling her tight cunt sliding up and down it.

"Please, Ron …"

"Soon, Love. But I want you to cum for me first, and then I'll give you my cock for as long as you want."

"You — ahhh — promise?" she asked.

"Yes, I promise."

Hermione let out a loud moan and began to ride his fingers harder and faster. She grabbed him by his hair and pushed his face against her tits, arching her back to rub them against him. He groaned, overwhelmed by the sensory overload her overstimulated body was giving him. He captured one nipple with his teeth and sucked on it hard before trying to take more of her tit into his mouth, wanting to devour it whole. Hermione let out a loud moan and pushed his head even further against her. "More," she moaned. "Take more, suck me more, Ron. Oh, fuck, your fingers … Ron … I'm — I'm —"

"Yeah, cum for me, coat my fingers in your juice, Hermione. Now!"

Hermione thrust her hips onto his hand, fucking herself on her fingers a couple of times more and then she came powerfully all over him, her entire body shaking.

"God, Ron …" she moaned contentedly, resting her head against his shoulder while she embraced him. Her gave her a few kissed on her neck, feeling her heaving chest against his.

"Are you done, Love?" he asked against her ear. "Are you satisfied, or do you want this?" he asked, bucking his hips to make his erection more noticeable.

Hermione pulled away and looked at him, her eyes dark with desire. "No, I want more. I want your cock, Ron. Now." She grabbed his arm and took it from between her legs, and then grasped his cock, positioning herself on top of it. His tip parted her swollen pussy lips, and they both moaned. Hermione kissed him suddenly, and then lowered her body forcefully, impaling herself on his cock. Ron groaned into her mouth, overcome with the pleasure. It did not matter how many times he stretched her open with his prick, the feeling was always unbelievable.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he said, and then put his hands on her round ass, pressing her more against him. She kissed him again, and then raised her body and lowered it again, hard. They both moaned, their eyes fixed on each other's, sharing their mutual lust. And then Ron squeezed her asscheeks, encouraging her to move, and she did, establishing a quick rhythm, sliding up and down his cock with strong movements.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, like that! Ride my fucking cock, Hermione, until you cum again. Come on! Harder!"

Hermione let out a loud wail of pleasure, and arched her back. "Fuck, I fucking love your tits!" he growled and began to suck on them like a man possessed. Hermione's moans became even louder, and she moved even harder against him. Ron started thrusting upwards too, wanting to go even deeper inside her, even though she was taking the whole length of his cock every time.

Their fucking became frantic, nearly desperate, as if had been months since the last time instead of just twenty-four hours. Ron sucked harder and squeezed her fleshy buttocks roughly, his mind consumed by the pleasure her body was giving him. It didn't take long for him to see the tell-tale signs of a new orgasm. He looked up, at her face. She was staring down at him, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a silent scream. Ron thrust upwards with force, and she just came undone, her pussy squeezing him deliciously. He could have cum right then, but seeing her tits bounce madly as she orgasmed made him crave something else.

"Oh, Merlin, Ron!" she exclaimed, still trembling. Ron kissed her, hard, and then, overcome with his own need, threw her onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress, staring at him in surprise. Ron crawled on top of her, his gaze predatory, but, instead of burying himself into her cunt, he straddled her stomach. Hermione seemed a bit confused, but her expression turned lustful when her eyes landed on his throbbing, angry-looking cock. "Ron …?"

Ron scooted a bit forwards, until he was placed just below her tits. He almost sat on her and put her hands on them. "Gonna fuck your tits, Hermione, and cum all over them." He squeezed the firm mounds and put his cock between them. She moaned. "Do you want that? Do you want me fucking these amazing tits and cumming all over them?"

"Yes, Ron," she said, putting her hands on his bum and giving him an encouraging squeeze. "Fuck my tits. Give me all your come. Cover me in it."

"Fuuck!" he hissed, feeling even hornier. He squeezed her tits hard and pushed them against his cock, sliding it tentatively between them, the juices from her pussy helping him. Ron began to thrust hard, the image of his dick moving between her breasts almost as exciting as the feeling. She looked at him, her eyes reflecting the desire she still felt despite having come twice. Ron moved his hips harder, and she gave him a playful slap on his bum, encouraging him.

"Come on, Ron. Cum for me." She extended her tongue, and when he pushed forwards, she licked its tip, savouring his precum. "Mmmh, so tasty. You gave me so much before, but I want even more. Please, Ron …" she said in a fake innocent tone that drove him mad with desire.

His bollocks tightened against his body and his cock throbbed, ready to explode. He pushed her tits even harder, making the channel tighter, and she let out a moan so arousing that threw him over the edge.

"FUCK! FUCK!" he shouted, as globs of cum flew from his cock, coating her neck in it. Hermione moaned and opened her mouth, extending her tongue. A new glob of cum fell on it. Ron moaned even more and retreated a bit, gripping it with his right hand. He started wanking fast, helping himself, spurting the rest of his cum all over her heaving boobs. Hermione savoured the cum on her tongue and them kneaded her own breasts, spreading his seed all over them. The sight was so erotic that Ron's cock barely softened a bit. Still horny, he moved even forwards, so his balls were over her tits, and pointed his cock to her mouth. "Suck my cock, Hermione. Make hard again."

"You're still hard," she moaned, her voice hoarse, moving one hand and sliding her index finger along it.

"Not completely. Open your mouth."

Hermione locked her eyes with his and then opened her perfect lips. Ron groaned unconsciously and pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock back into her hot mouth. At once, she clamped her lips around his pole and swirled her tongue around his tip. Ron began to thrust, slowly, relishing the feelings her mouth evoked on his cock. He could feel it getting to full hardness, and again thanked Merlin for being him. He had cum twice in fifteen minutes and was going to have another orgasm.

Hermione slurped on his cock noisily, making it messy on purpose to turn him on, as if such a thing were necessary. Then cupped his sack again, rolling in in her soft hand.

"Mmh," she moaned around him. Putting one hand against his belly, he pushed him back a bit until he was out of her mouth. "Are you going to give me a new load, Ron?" she asked in a seductive tone.

"Do you want another?" he asked in the same way. "Do you want me spurting on your tongue again?"

"Yesss," she hissed. "As long as you can promise you can fill my pussy once more afterwards. It feel so … empty," she muttered.

Ron couldn't resist it anymore.

"I'll give it to you right now," he growled. He got off her and, forcefully, turned her over and straddled her thighs. He put his hands on her ass and kneaded it. "Fuck, you've got such an amazing ass, so round and firm and curvy …"

"You like it, don't you?" she teased, lifting it a bit, making it more pronounced. Ron pulled her cheeks apart, baring her pussy and her asshole to him. He was tempted to ram into her asshole, it had been too long since the last time, but her pussy was becoming, too, and she wanted it there, didn't she?

"I'll show you how much I love it," he said. He smacked her ass. "On your hands and knees, Hermione."

Hermione moved eagerly and, when she was in position, looked at him over her shoulder and shook her ass invitingly. "Come on, Ron. There's a tight pussy in desperate need of cock."

"Fuck, I'll give it a good fucking, then!"

He positioned himself behind her and grabbed her buttocks. He gave her a squeeze and then rammed his cock into her in one forceful push until his hips hit her bum, making it ripple enticingly. "You look so hot like this, with your ass on the air as I fuck you hard!" he exclaimed, starting a frantic thrusting. She had to brace herself not to be slammed into the headboard, but Ron didn't relent. He was past being careful or gentle. The only thing that mattered was to fuck her and shoot his cum inside her once more.

"Oh, ah, ah, RON!"

"Fuck, yes, you like it don't you? Don't — you?" he asked, pulling het towards him by her hips as he moved, the sound of their bodies slamming into each other mixing with their loud moans.

She turned her head again, her expression one of complete submission to the fantastic sex they were having.

"YES! YES!" she exclaimed, her eyes, open wide, fixed on his. "I love it, Ron! Ah, fuck, don't stop! Just don't stop!"

"Not until I fill your tight twat again with my cum! I'll — pump — your pussy — full — of cum!"

"Yes! Yes, Ron! Oh my God, you're fucking my like an — aaah — animal!"

"'Cause I'm so fucking horny, and you drive me so fucking wild! Your pussy is incredible! Fuck, tighten it around me as I fuck you!"

Hermione did as told, and Ron almost lost it right there. He slapped her ass a few times, eliciting new screams of pleasure from her.

"Ron … I'm going to touch myself, Ron …" she said, her eyes still fixed on his. "Oh, fuck, I want to come … I want to come …"

"Yesss!" he hissed. "Touch your pretty pussy for me! Help me make you cum!"

Hermione slid one hand to her pussy and, after caressing his cock as it moved in and out of her, she began to rub herself to orgasm. She wailed in pleasure and buried her head on the pillow, raising her ass even more, offering herself to him completely.

Ron fucked her even harder, alternatingly squeezing her ass and slapping it. They were both sweating profusely, but neither did care. There was only one thing in their minds: cumming.

"Fuck, I'm almost there, Ron! Oh, fuck, oh, oh, ooh, Ron!" Her pussy contracted around him, and he knew she was cumming. Unable to resist it any longer, he buried himself to the hilt in several strong thrusts and then unloaded inside her, spurting inside her pussy four times before falling of top of her, still thrusting leisurely, enjoying the aftershocks of her climax and making sure he gave left even the last drop inside her.

They stayed like that for a bit, recovering. Ron kissed the back of her neck lovingly. "Fuck, Hermione, this was awesome. I love you."

"Merlin, yes …"

After a couple of minutes, Ron rolled off her, and she snuggled against him. She give him a kiss on his mouth, and he responded, caressing her side and then her breast.

"Mmh, you don't want more, do you?" she asked.

"And what if I do?"

"Merlin, Ron you're absolutely insatiable … and I love it," she added, grinning. He laughed and kissed her again.

After a few minutes, Hermione took her wand and cast Cleaning and Refreshing Charms on them. Then they got under the sheets, naked, and fell asleep.

— o —

Next morning, when Hermione told Harry 'good morning' after he entered the kitchen, he answered without really looking at her face, and Ron would have sworn he had blushed a bit, which was certainly odd. He stared at him, but Harry just blinked, as if asking what he was looking at, and Ron decided to forget about it. The three of them had breakfast together, which wasn't much better than supper, as the only food available was a box of biscuits and tea. They ate in silence, Harry avoiding looking at them, probably frustrated that Kreacher hadn't returned yet, and Ron and Hermione sharing a few smiles, both remembering the fantastic shag of the night before.

Afterwards, they went to the drawing room, which was much more comfortable than the kitchen. Before entering, Hermione said she needed to go to the bathroom and retrieve her book, so she left the boys alone. They went into the room and, the moment they did, Harry rounded on Ron.

"Can I have a word with you?" he asked, a bit harshly.

"Eh — yeah, Mate."

"Look, Ron, I'm happy that you and Hermione are together, but —" he stopped talking, his face turning red, and he lowered his eyes. Ron frowned.

"But — What?" he asked, confused and a bit nervous.

Harry drew a deep breath and looked at him again. "Fuck it. Ron, if you're going to — to shag, at least cast a bloody Silencing Charm, all right?"

Ron felt his ears redden and his face grow hot. "You — you heard us?" he asked, mortified.

"Well, I heard yells and moans, thought something was wrong and came down the stairs and — bloody hell, Ron, I'm surprised the Death Eaters out there didn't hear you, too!" he finished, completely red in the face

"Fucking hell!" Ron groaned, livid. "Why didn't you cast a charm yourself, then?"

"I did, as soon as I reached my room! Have you — have you got to be so loud?"

Ron groaned again. "Oh, fuck! Please, don't tell Hermione!"

"As if!" Harry replied. "I can barely look at her face, so thank you for scarring me for life!"

"Fuck, sorry, sorry! It won't happen again, I swear."

"I — I don't really mind, as long as you remember this is a mission, and not a — a honeymoon. And, above all, for Merlin's sake, don't let me hear anything!"

Ron just nodded awkwardly.

They heard Hermione approaching, and looked at the door. She stopped when she saw them and furrowed her brow. "Is something wrong?" she asked, suspicious.

"Nothing!" Harry and Ron answered quickly. Hermione looked at them, not entirely convinced, but then she seemed to decide to let it go, went to the sofa and started to read.

And so, the following two nights, Ron made sure to cast a Soundproofing Charm on the room. The first night, Hermione just watched him, confused.

"Well, Harry could leave the room to go to the bathroom, or come down for a glass of water in the kitchen," he explained. "And — well, you know how loud we can be."

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed, covering her face with her hands, utterly embarrassed. "You don't — you don't think he's heard us, right?" she asked, lowering her hands so she could look at him.

"Er — no, I don't think so," he lied, turning his back to her and feigning to search for something in the pocket of his trousers so she couldn't see his face.

"Good thinking, anyway," she said, sighing.

Turning to face her again, he just smiled and then joined her in the bed.

However, it ended up not being necessary, as they didn't do anything that night, and neither did it the next. Despite Ron's natural horniness, the lack of news in all fronts while they were trapped in that damn house with the constant presence of Death Eaters was enough to break the mood, so they just held each other and let sleep claim them.

The third day in the house Ron woke up hard, as almost every morning, with his cock wedged between Hermione's sexy ass cheeks, with only his pants and a thin pair of white cotton knickers separating them. Ron rubbed himself against her, enjoying the feeling, and groaned. Hermione mumbled something, still asleep, and pressed her body backwards, causing more friction. After two days without coming, Ron knew he could explode just by rubbing himself against her bum.

Unable to contain himself, he put on hand on her hip and began to caress her, his hand going under the skin of the t-shirt he had lent her. Before long, he was caressing her bare breasts under the shirt as he moved his hips.

"That feels nice," she moaned suddenly, startling him. He stopped moving.

"Fuck, Hermoine. Sorry, I —"

"You what?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. "You were horny, Ron?" she added, and pressed her bum harder against him.

"Yeah."

Hermione turned round in his arms, until she was facing him, and then kissed him. One of her hands went directly to his cock, groping him through his pants.

"Fuck, 'Ermione …"

"Mmh, Ron, I think you are in great need of release, aren't you?" she asked teasingly, delving her hand under his pants and grasping his cock directly. She began to stroke him in earnest.

Ron attacked her mouth once more, his hands on her tits and ass.

"We don't have much time," she muttered, breaking the kiss. He groaned in protest when her hand released him. Hermione sat up and threw the covers off them. Then, giving him a sultry look, scooted down the bed, yanked his pants down to uncover his dick and took it into her mouth, starting a fast, almost violent blowjob.

"Fuck, yeah!" he shouted, exhilarated by how things had turned out. "Suck that cock, Hermione! Fuck, suck it hard!"

Hermione quickened her pace, moaning all around him, letting her saliva dribble down his pole. Ron thrust upwards, wanting to go deeper. Fuck, he loved when she blew him messily, like this. Ron put one of her arms under his head, getting comfortable to enjoy the treatment his girlfriend was giving him, and with the other caressed her curls, encouraging her.

She kept sucking him for a while, driving him towards the edge, and then she shifted a bit. Ron saw her taking off her knickers while she sucked him, and threw them to the floor. Ron's cock twitched in her mouth and she sucked him even harder.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Not yet!" she said, letting him slid out of her mouth and then giving his shaft a long lick along the vein. With her eyes fixed on his, she gave his bollocks a few licks, letting his cock rub against her face, and then moved, turning her ass towards his face until she was straddling it, still nibbling on his cock with her mouth. Ron swallowed audibly when he saw her pretty, wet pussy exposed to him. She lowered herself onto his face, and he gave her a long lick.

"Eat me, Ron!" she ordered, and then took his cock once more into her mouth.

Ron didn't make her wait. He put his hands on her ass and pressed her hard against him, burying his tongue in her snug hole and moving it all around.

"Oooh, yes!" she moaned, her hand temporarily taking the place of her sweet mouth. Ron thrust his hips upwards, wanting her mouth back, and she complied. They both worked hard, desperate for their own releases and to give their partner as much pleasure as possible.

However, Ron was much worked up, and soon he felt the overwhelming need to cum. He began to finger her as he sucked on her clit, her pussy muffling his moans. He slid his other hand from her ass to her tits under her shirt and squeezed one hard. Hermione's juices covered his entire face, something he loved, and she moved his fingers faster. She started grinding against him and he gave her a hard, strong suck before releasing her clit.

"Hermione, I'm cumming! Fuck, swallow it all! Take it deeper!"

Hermione moaned and did as told, taking him almost to the root, her hands kneading his bollocks roughly. Ron bucked his hips almost uncontrollably and exploded in her mouth, sending spurt after spurt of cum down her throat. The sensation of Hermione swallowing greedily around him just made it better, and he just hollered his pleasure while she fucked herself on his fingers and he squeezed her tit hard.

The moment he regained some control, he released her boob and put it back on her ass, pressing her against him, though it wasn't necessary, as she was doing a good job herself.

"Oh, Ron! Make me cum! Come on, make — me — cum!"

Ron began to lap at her like mad, his fingers moving at light speed. And Hermione, to his surprise, engulfed his cock again, preventing it from becoming soft.

Fuck yeah, she's so horny! he thought, unable to speak as his mouth was very busy. He could tell she was just there, and so he sped up a bit, wanting her climax to be mind-blowing.

Hermione released his cock and started to wank him furiously. She lifted her torso a bit, so she was resting just on one hand and his face. Ron glanced at her from between her legs, and his cock throbbed again. She was watching him eat her out with such a lustful, hungry expression as she stroked his cock that he could have come right there.

Ron sucked hard on her clit at the same time he put a third finger in her tight hole. Hermione impaled herself on his fingers, and that was her undoing.

"Fuck, Ron! Ron, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

She trashed on top of him, her pussy gushing all over his face. Ron took out his fingers as her orgasm subsided and thrust his tongue back in her, drinking all she had to offer, while his own hips bucked on their own, feeling the need to cum again. Hermione let out a loud, final moan and then lowered her head, giving him a long suck before wanking him again.

Ron thrust against her hand, his own need becoming overwhelming.

"Fuck, Hermione, wanna cum again! Make me cum again!"

Hermione began to move her hand faster, and after a bit, when she had recovered some strength, she lifted her ass as she wanked him expertly. Ron pushed her shirt up, baring her tits and began to knead them roughly. Hermione looked at him, her face just inches above his cock. "Cum, Ron. Shoot it against my face. I know how much you love it!"

"Fuuuck!" he screamed, and, barely a moment later, his cock erupted, sending three thick spurts against her lips and cheeks. Hermione moaned, and more cum dribbled down his shaft and over her still moving hand. Hermione lowered her head and took the tip in her mouth, swallowing him, before taking more of the shaft, slurping on him noisily. His cock twitched again, and Ron realised he could have keeping fucking her mouth and cum a third time without effort. Fuck, she was so fucking good!

Once his cock was clean, she sat on the bed next to him, her cheeks and lips still covered in his cum. Staring at him, she licked her hand clean and then all around her mouth, making exaggerated faces of how much she liked his cum. His cock twitched again. She caught the movement from the corner of her eye and smiled.

"Fuck, woman, you're gonna be the death of me."

"But what a way to go, don't you think?"

"Bloody fuck, yeah." He turned his body on the bed and, cradling her in his arms, he kissed her passionately, one of his hands squeezing her still exposed tits.

"Mmh, we should get up," she said, letting her head fall onto the bed.

"What for?" he asked. "It's not as if we're doing anything useful but lying around driving ourselves mad and eating stale food," he added, trying not to succumb to the bad mood the situation seemed to put them in after such wonderful orgasms.

"I know," she said, caressing his face.

He gave her a peck on her lips and got off the bed.

Two hours later, they were on the drawing room after another gloomy, unsatisfying breakfast. Hermione had just gone to the bathroom and to retrieve her book, when the boys were startled by the sound of the front door opening.

"I didn't kill you, Albus."

Ron and Harry shared a look of surprise.

"Lupin," muttered Ron.

They exited the room and met Hermione on the landing.

"I heard —" she began to say, looking scared.

"It's Lupin," said Ron, and the three of them went downstairs.

— o —

The front door slammed shut so violently, both Ron and Hermione flinched on their seats. Harry, however, just kept looking at the floor.

"Harry, what's your problem?" asked Hermione.

"My problem? My problem?" he replied angrily. "Don't you see it?"

"Don't talk to her like that!" interjected Ron, glaring at Harry.

"No, no, we must not fight!" pleaded Hermione.

"He's going to be a father!" Harry shouted, revealing the true reason of his anger. "He should be taking care of his wife and his child!"

"Harry …" Hermione started to say.

"Lots of parents can be with their children! Lots of children won't know his parents! Does he not know how lucky he is?" he blurted out. "I — I don't want his son to grow up like me," he added, in a much more vulnerable voice. Ron shared a look with Hermione, and then Harry turned to look at them, as if seeking reassurance.

"Yeah, but you shouldn't have been so harsh to him," Ron said.

"I know. But if he goes back to them …" he shrugged.

Ron sighed and took another look at the newspaper, his eyes fixed on the article about the Muggleborn Registration Commission. He imagined Hermione in a dark, gloomy courtroom, being questioned and accused of thief before being sent to Azkaban … He felt sick again. How could people really believe such lies? People who had lived and known Muggleborns. Were they really that stupid? Was it just cowardice?

And would you be different? a cruel voice asked him. What if you didn't have a girlfriend or best friend that is one? Would you do something? And if so, what?

Ron tried to push that annoying voice away. He surely would have done something, wouldn't he?

"Ron?" Hermione asked softly.

He broke out of his reverie and noticed that Harry had left the kitchen and he was alone with Hermione. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

Ron shook his head. "It's this rubbish about that stupid commission. Fuck, how can they do something like that?"

"I know."

"I don't want anything happening to you," he said, grasping her hand in his.

She smiled at him. "Ron, I told you, if they catch us, me being a Muggleborn will be the less of our problems. We're with Harry."

"Yeah, I suppose …"

She leaned forward and kissed him on his lips. He relished the contact, almost drinking from the kiss. Fuck, he loved her! The idea of someone hurting her was unbearable to him. He put his hands on her back, wanting to feel more of her, when a loud 'CRACK' resounded in the kitchen, making them jump apart and draw their wands.

"Lemme go, you beast!" Mundungus Fletcher was saying, trying to get rid of Kreacher, who was holding onto him with all his might. The wizard began to hit the elf on his head, trying to break free.

"Don't hit him!" Hermione yelled.

"Did you send 'im after me?" Mundungus questioned angrily. "Tell 'im to let me go!"

"Petrificus Totalus!" Ron yelled, and Mundungus fell to the floor, rendered immobile.

"Well done, Ron," Hermione told him.

They turned to the stairs, as they heard someone running climbing then down hurriedly. A moment later, Harry appeared. "What happened? What was that — Kreacher?"

"Hi, Master Harry. Kreacher has done as asked and brought Mundungus Fletcher here!"

"Really?" he said, excited. He went to the elf and looked at the wizard lying on the floor. "Good job, Kreacher! But — what has happened to him?"

"He wouldn't stay still," explained Ron.

Harry bound him in ropes and then undid the spell.

"Release me! I'm sorry, okay? I panicked! It was bleeding You-Know-Who coming after me!"

"None of us Disapparated," Hermione pointed out, frowning.

"Yeah, you're a bunch of 'eroes! But I never said I was willing to kill meself!"

"You're a coward, we all know that, but that's not why you're here," Harry said. "Among all the things you stole from this house, was there a locket like this one?" he asked, pointing a finger to the fake locket hanging round Kreacher's neck."

The elf hissed angrily and smacked the back of Mundungus' head.

"Stop 'itting me, you beast!"

"That's for stealing from the Most Noble House of Black!"

"Noble? Sirius never cared about all this junk —"

This time, Kreacher grabbed a pan and used it to hit Mundungus, who tried to get away from him.

"Stop, Kreacher, but if he doesn't answer soon, you are free to hit him again."

The elf smiled at Harry, and then looked again at Mundungus, frowning, the pan raised and ready to strike. Ron let out a laugh. Maybe he would end up liking Kreacher, after all …

"Well?" Harry demanded.

"Yes, I took it."

"And where is it? Did you sell it? To whom?"

"Was it valuable?" Mundungus asked, though his tone carried more disappointment than greed to Ron.

"You still have it!" Hermione yelled.

"Nah, he surely sold it for a little."

"Sell? I didn't 'ave the chance, did I? An' old 'ag from the Ministry threatened to fine me for selling without a bleeding permission. Asked for the locket to lemme go."

"Old hag? Who?" demanded Harry.

"Dunno. She was short, a bow on top of 'er head. And she looked a bit like a toad."

Harry turned his head to look at Ron and Hermione, his expression of disbelief and distaste reflecting on their faces.

See you in around two weeks.

Enjoy!