Well, here is the next chapter. Sorry for the delay but I've been busy with 'The Case' and other things.
I hope you enjoy the stay at Shell Cottage!
Chapter 21
Shell Cottage
"I'm fine, Ron," Hermione muttered, a slight exasperation in her voice, as Ron walked with her to the room she was sharing with Luna, his hand on the small of her back to help support her.
"No, you aren't. You've been tortured to an inch of your life, Hermione," Ron argued. "You must rest, you've been up long enough."
"Fleur gave me a Numbing Potion and applied some charms to me."
"Yeah, but she isn't a healer," he said as he opened the door.
Hermione shook her head. Ron knew she hated feeling weak or dependant of someone else, but, after what that crazy bitch, Bellatrix Lestrange, had done to her, he couldn't help it.
She sat on the bed, and Ron made an effort not to assist her. She took off the dressing gown Fleur had lent her so she was just dressed in her pyjamas, and lay on the bed, sighing wearily.
"See? You're tired," Ron pointed out, feeling vindicated.
"It's been a long day," she replied.
"That's an understatement, don't you think?"
Hermione let out a laugh.
"Harry was right, you're amazing. No, fuck that, you're much more than amazing, there is not a word to describe you, we'd need to invent it," Ron said, his expression thoughtful.
Hermione smiled at him, grateful, and then laughed. "We need to invent a word for me."
"Yeah," he nodded eagerly. "Let's see … fantazing? No — fantasticazing? Nah, sounds horrible …" He opened his eyes wide. "I know! Fuckazing! You're fuckazing, Hermione," he told her, looking very proud of himself.
Hermione stared at him in amused incredulity. "Fuckazing? Are you serious?"
"Yeah," he said, grinning.
Hermione looked at him for a bit and then laughed, shaking her head.
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you, too," he said now serious. He caressed her face lovingly. "And, you know, I'm not joking: you're really, really fuckazing."
Hermione stared into his eyes. "Why?"
"That crazy bitch used the Cruciatus Curse on you for more than five minutes, and, less than three hours later, you're laughing."
Hermione shivered, and put her arms around herself. "I wasn't laughing out of merriment, Ron."
"Yeah, I know."
Both fell silent, thinking about how much had happened that day, how much things had changed, and how much they had discovered.
Apparently, You-Know-Who had cast a Taboo Jinx on his name, and whenever someone used it, the protective charms protecting them broke and the Ministry was alerted.
So, when Harry had said the name, Snatchers — bounty-hunters searching for runaways — had found them. After realising they had captured Harry Potter himself and not just another Muggleborn, they had taken them, along with Dean and a goblin named Griphook, to Malfoy Manor, the headquarters of the Death Eaters. Fortunately, He was not there, but Bellatrix Lestrange was, and, after having seen the Sword of Gryffindor, which was supposed to be in her vault, she had gone even crazier and had tortured Hermione for information.
It had been a miracle that they had got out of there alive, rescuing not just Griphook and Dean, but also Luna and Mr Ollivander, who had also been held as prisoners at Malfoy Manor. They had escaped to this place, Shell Cottage, Bill and Fleur's home, thanks to Dobby, who had paid with his life, and a mystery person who seemed to be keeping an eye on them through the piece of broken glass Sirius had given Harry years ago.
It had been a dreadful, terribly frightening experience, but, thanks to it, Harry had guessed that another horcrux was inside Bellatrix's vault at Gringotts. That revelation, and maybe something else, had caused a change on his best friend. He seemed to have forgotten about the Hallows a bit (though he had asked Ollivander about the Elder Wand) and had put him back on track in the mission to find and destroy the horcruxes.
Now they just had to break into Gringotts, with the help of a runaway goblin. Easy, right?
"What?" Hermione asked him, and he realised he had snorted loudly.
"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking about the mission ahead."
"Ah, that," nodded Hermione. She frowned a bit. "I don't like the idea of double-crossing Griphook, Ron."
Ron supressed a groan. "Yeah, well, you wouldn't be you if you agreed, but, what other choice do we have? If we give him the sword, we'll never manage to destroy the horcruxes; if we don't, he won't help us. He left us with no choice. And, well, Harry plans to give the sword to him in any case, just not until — well, until we don't need it anymore."
Hermione grunted noncommittally. "What I'd love to know is how they got Ginny out of Hogwarts," she said. "I mean, I heard Bill telling Fleur they had put the family safe here and at your Aunt Muriel's. But Ginny was at Hogwarts."
"No idea," Ron answered. "Apparently, the Order has been in contact with the DA during the entire school year. Maybe they used one of the old tunnels."
"Surely those would have been put out of use?" she wondered.
Ron shrugged, and just then there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Hermione shouted.
The door opened and Fleur walked in, a tray with bread and a steaming plate full of soup floating just before her.
"'Ello, 'Ermione. I brought you dinner. You need to eat to get your strength back."
Hermione stared at the French woman, obviously touched. "Oh, Fleur, you shouldn't have bothered bringing it here! I can eat downstairs with everyone else!"
"You need your rest," Fleur said simply, making the tray float so it was just hovering over Hermione's legs. "Do you need anyzzing else? Do you feel any pain?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, no. I just feel a bit sore, and tired." She looked at the older witch in the eye. "Thank you very much, for everything."
Fleur smiled brightly, took Hermione's hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. "Zat's what family is for, isn't it?" she commented, glancing at Ron. Hermione couldn't help but blush. "Now, I'll leave you two alone. Ron, dinner will be served in ten minutes. Can you bring the tray back once she finishes?" she asked, and he nodded. "And don't linger 'ere, she needs 'er rest," she added, in a tone that reminded both Ron and Hermione of his mother. He nodded again and she left the room. Hermione took her spoon and began to eat. She almost moaned in delight.
"Good?" he asked, curious.
"Not as good as your mother's, but it's really tasty. And after all those months, a nice homemade meal tastes like heaven."
Ron laughed.
Hermione ate in silence, with Ron watching her. When she finished, he put the tray away, and she got under the covers, sighing.
"Do you need anything else?" he asked, tucking her in. She shook her head.
"Thank you," she said. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. She reached for his hand. "I heard you, when I was with her. It gave me strength to keep going, because at certain point I almost wished she killed me to stop the pain." Ron felt his blood turn cold in his veins at those words.
"Fucking crazy bitch," he muttered between gritted teeth. "If I ever see her again, I swear I'll —"
"Shhhh," she said, putting a finger over his lips. "Don't talk like that. We survived, that's what counts."
He lowered his head so their foreheads were touching. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," he confessed in a shaking voice.
"I'm here," she whispered, cupping his face. She gave him a peck on his lips. "I'm here, with you. We're alive, the three of us."
"Yeah," he whispered back. "I love you, Hermione. So much."
"I love you too."
"I'd wish I could stay here."
"I'd love that, too. But I don't think it'd be very comfortable for Luna."
Ron laughed, "Well, I bet she wouldn't mind in the slightest. Fleur, on the other side …" he trailed off. "Which I don't really get. As if she and Bill hadn't shagged and slept together before they were married!" he protested, and then shook his head. "I think my Mum has been a bad influence on her."
Hermione stared at him, open-mouthed, and then laughed.
"It's true," Ron said, pouting a bit, and Hermione chuckled again. Ron sighed, reluctant to go but knowing he would have to and gave her another kiss. "I'd better go down. You rest, okay?"
She nodded, and Ron left the room.
— o —
The days in Shell Cottage passed quickly, and though Harry, Ron and Hermione spent almost all their time planning how to break into Gringotts with Griphook, it was easy for them to lose themselves in the peace of that beach, the comfort of being in a true house, warm, dry, cared for and enjoying three good meals a day.
After a week, Hermione had recovered completely, at least physically. The first days, Fleur had given her a soft Dreamless Potion, but, once she had stopped taking it, she had started to suffer from nightmares, reliving Bellatrix's interrogation over and over again. Both Fleur and Ron had insisted for her to take the potion again, but she refused, saying that she needed to get the trauma and fear out of her system. Ron wished he could stay with her at nights, and not just for her sake. He was having his own set of bad dreams, though they were not as dreadful as hers. Not being able to sleep together, they tried to make the most of the time they had, going for long walks once their daily sessions with Griphook finished.
They would walk along the shore, relishing in the peace, the relaxing sound of the waves hitting the beach and the comfort of their entwined hands.
And the kisses.
They hadn't done anything else since they had arrived here, and though Ron hadn't minded — well, not much, Hermione had need to recover, after all — it was obvious, by the way their kisses were becoming more heated every day, that they missed the physical aspect of their relationship.
Ron sighed as he took on the appearance of Hermione while she walked towards him from the house. She was wearing a simple, knee-length skirt that Fleur had lent her and a t-shirt that showed a little bit of cleavage. Her hair was flaming all around her head due to the breeze, while she unsuccessfully tried to keep it off her face.
She looked simply beautiful.
Beautiful and so damn sexy it almost hurt.
"Hi," he told her, smiling in that way he knew made him look a bit dumb, but which he didn't mind when he was alone with her.
"Hi," she said, beaming at him. She outstretched her arm towards him and he took her hand in his.
They began to walk, getting away from the house. They knew they couldn't go too far, so they usually went past a rock formation, sat there for a bit, and then went back, sometimes repeating.
They walked in silence until they reached what both of them liked to call 'their spot:' a low, rather comfortable rock just in the middle of the sand, not far from the shoreline. Once there, they sat closely and just stared at the sea.
"You look so beautiful," he told her out of the blue.
Hermione turned her head to look at him and smiled. "I'm wearing the same clothes I wore all day, Ron."
"Yeah, but I didn't tell you before, did I?"
"Well — thank you," she said. "You look good, too."
"It's just jeans and a t-shirt."
"It's just a skirt and a t-shirt," she replied, amused.
Ron laughed. "Well, yeah, but your legs look amazing, you know. And your tits."
Hermione laughed heartily, making her breasts bounce a bit. Ron licked his lips.
"Are you staring at my boobs, Ronald Weasley?" she asked in mock offense.
"You can't blame me," he responded. "They look bloody amazing and it's been more than a week since the last time I saw them."
"So you want to see them?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Mmmh," he said, putting a fake thoughtful expression on his face. "No, I'd rather work on a Potions assignment. Much more exciting."
She laughed once more and then kissed him. It was just a soft kiss, but Ron put his arms around her body and brought her into him, deepening it. When their tongues got involved in the kiss, they moaned into each other's mouth. They kept snogging for two full minutes, until, suddenly, Hermione moved and, without breaking the kiss, straddled his lap, putting her arms on his shoulders and crossing them behind his neck.
"Mmmmh, Hermione," he moaned when he felt her move over his already hard dick. He put his hands on her thighs and moaned again when he found bare skin. Due to her position, her skirt had ridden up considerably, revealing most of her legs. He caressed them, moving his palms over her toned thighs, eliciting new, wonderful moans from her.
"Ron …" she said before kissing him again with unrestrained passion.
"Fuck, Hermione … Won't — won't you get cold?" he asked when she freed his mouth to trace his jaw with kisses.
"I'm rather warm, in fact," she replied, sucking on his earlobe.
"Fuuuck, love — you're making me hard."
She shifted on his lap, grinding her cunt against his straining cock. "You're already very hard," she replied, and claimed his mouth once more. Ron groaned, and slid his hands under her skirt, cupping her cotton-clad bum. He squeezed hard, relishing in the softness and roundness of her cheeks. She just ground on him harder. Eight days in a crowded house had given him very little opportunities to relieve himself, and so he soon found himself about to burst.
"Are you — horny, Hermione?" he asked, breaking the kiss to get much needed air and to look into her eyes. The way she was looking at him sent shivers of pleasure down his spine, making his cock twitch.
"Yes," she affirmed unashamedly. "It's been days and days with just snogging and I think I'm reaching my breaking point, Ron."
"So — you want me to make you cum, then?"
"I'd rather we both cum," she said, moving her hands to his jeans. Quickly, she unbuttoned them and lowered the zip. "Can you raise your bum a bit?" she asked, breathing deeply. She was obviously excited about this, which Ron very much liked. He nodded and, grabbing her by the bum, raised both his bodies. As soon as she could, he lowered his trousers a bit and took out his cock. Ron moaned when she touched him, and sat down once more. Hermione, her lust-filled gaze locked on his, began to pump him ardently with one hand, while she used the other to support herself on his neck and play with his hair.
"Fuck, Hermione, you need to stop or — ooh, shit, that's so good!"
"Can you cum and keep going and cum once more?" she asked with ragged breath.
"Fuck, Hermione. You know I can. Right now I think I'll be hard until next Christmas!"
"Good then," she said happily. "Now rip off my panties, Ron."
"Bloody hell," he swore. But as he was talking, he moved his right hand to between her legs. His balls tightened when he felt how hot and wet she was. Staring into her eyes, he grabbed the crotch of her panties and, after a very brief pause, pulled hard.
They ripped, and Hermione moaned, her expression getting even more lustful. Needy, in fact. Ron slid two fingers along her slit, caressing her lips and her pubic hair. Next, he sought her clit and rubbed it a bit. She moaned and began to move her hips, grinding against his hand.
"Feels good, love?"
"Mmmmh, oooh, Ron, yesss!" she squealed. "I missed your touch so much." She closed her eyes and moaned again, even louder, making Ron's entire body tingle with pleasure. When she opened her eyes again, she fixed them on his. Her gaze was feral. "But this will feel much better," she commented and, releasing his cock, she slapped his hand away. Then grasped his dick once more and shifted on his lap. "Keep my skirt out of the way," she instructed him. He grasped the fabric and raised it, pressing his hand against her belly. Now without barriers between them, she positioned herself above his cock and then dropped onto his lap, taking his entire cock in her cunt and slapping soundly against his thighs.
"Aaaah, fuck, Hermi-o-knee!"
"Oooh, Ron, mmmmh. It feels so good, so good. I missed you amazing cock. Oh, it feels wonderful moving inside my pussy," she moaned as she began to ride him, slowly, as if savouring the joining after so long.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're so tight and wet. My dick is in heaven right now," he blurted out, cupping her ass once more to help her move a bit faster.
"You want it faster, Ron?" she teased.
"Fuck, yeah! Harder, Hermione, please!"
"You want to cum, don't you?" she asked, embracing him and kissing his neck an jaw while she whispered. "Don't you, Ron? You want to cum in my hot, tight pussy?"
"Hermioneee," he moaned, thrusting upwards as much as he could.
"I'm close too, Ron. It's been so long without your wonderful dick," she said, giving in and moving faster. "I want to cum at least twice. At least twice. Oooh, God, it feels amazing … so fucking good …"
The initial, slow ride, turned into a fast fuck, as they both surrendered to their needs. The wet, squelching sounds of her pussy grinding against his crotch was mind-blowing, and the way she felt around him, the lust-filled expression on her face …
"Fuck, gonna cum, Hermione."
"Mmmh, are you going to fill my pussy up with cum, Ron? Are you?"
"Ooooh, fuuuuuuuck!" Ron yelled, his hips bucking erratically as he unloaded deep inside her. Hermione moaned, too, clenching her cunt around him to milk him completely. "Aaah, Hermione, I'm cumming! After those pitiful wanks in the shower I'm finally cumming in your pussy! Merlin's fucking pants, yessss!"
"Yes, Ron, yes! Come inside me, oh, gods, I love when you cum inside me. I'm about to cum too. Oh, yes, just there. I'm just there! I — Aaaaah, yesyesyesyes! Fuuuck, Ron!" she screamed when she came wildly around him. Ron kept moving, his orgasm ebbing away but his cock almost completely hard. He kept pushing and, when she threw her head backwards, he closed his mouth around her clothed nipples, sucking on her through her shirt and bra.
Once she came down from the high or her orgasm, she sagged against him for a bit. Ron kissed and sucked her neck, his dick having hardened completely once more and feeling quite good inside her tight, hot hole. He squeezed her ass possessively.
Hermione pulled a bit away from him, using his shoulder for support, and looked at him lovingly.
"That was amazing," she said.
"Yeah. Didn't know you had a thing for public sex," he commented, grinning.
She slapped him on the arm. "Don't be an idiot, we're alone!"
"Well, someone could decide to take a stroll on the beach and see us fucking."
"Tinworth is in the other direction," Hermione said. "And now, are you going to keep saying idiotic things, or are we going to keep fucking?"
"Fuck, love, when you talk like that you drive me mad," he told her, his voice husky. "Do you want to ride my cock again?"
"It would be nice, but …" She just lifted her body, releasing his cock from her marvellous heat and put her hands on the rock next to the one he was sitting on. She arched her back, pushing her ass on the air, and looked at him sultrily.
"Why don't you take me from behind, Ron? I want to feel your hips slamming against my ass."
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, and his cock gave a jerk, as if it agreed to that idea. Ron moved as quickly as he could, with his jeans around his thighs, and positioned himself behind his girlfriend, who shook her ass invitingly. Ron groaned and caressed her ass reverently over the skirt, before lifting it and bunching it on her back, revealing her naked, delicious bum. He gave her a squeeze.
"Mmmh, l really like this," he commented, grinning brightly.
"Come on, Ron," Hermione said impatiently, shaking her ass once more.
"Want my cock, Hermione?" he asked, grabbing her by the hips and pointing his aching dick towards her inviting pussy.
"You know I do! Now fuck me silly with it!" she ordered, looking at him over her shoulder.
Ron, keeping his eyes fixed on hers, thrust forwards quite forcefully, burying himself back in her, his lower belly slamming against her cheeks. The sound in itself was amazing, but so was the sudden change in Hermione's expression when her twat was filled once more.
"Aaah, yes, like that, Ron! I'm tired of being treated delicately because of what happened. I'm completely recovered and I want you to give it to me hard and fast."
"Yes, milady," he said, delighted by her words, and began to thrust happily, not going as hard as he could, but, still, rather vigorously. Hermione moaned in approval and pushed backwards, wanting to get him even deeper in her love hole.
"Fuck, this —" slam! "— feels so —" slam! "— fucking —" slam! "— good!" he shouted, thrusting not as fast but very deep.
"Aaah, Ron, yes! I love it deep like that! But I need it faster! Move faster!" she demanded.
"Like this?" he asked, his voice strained as he increased his tempo, his hips and belly slapping her ass quite noisily every time he buried himself to the hilt in her needy pussy. "You like it — fuck! — like this, 'Ermione?"
"Ooooh, yes, Ron, yes! Just like that! Ah, I missed your animal side when you fuck me from behind! You — love — the sight of my ass — when I bend over — for you, right, Ron?"
"Fuck, yeah, it is so sexy!" he responded, his eyes fixed on her round, perfect bum.
"Can you — Unngh, Ron! — see my asshole?"
"Mmmh, not right now. Why?" he asked. His cock twitched. Was she going to ask him to fuck her in the ass?
"Pull my cheeks apart! Touch my asshole, Ron! Rub it while you fuck me!"
Ron practically roared. He grabbed her buttocks roughly and pulled at them, baring her little puckered hole and giving him a better view of his cock ramming into her pussy.
"It looks delicious, Hermione," he said, going harder. Struck by an idea, he gathered some spit in his mouth and then, shoving his cock as deep as he could, stopped briefly and let the spit fall from his mouth. It landed just above her hole. Hermione, having felt it, turned her head once more to look at him. She looked amazing, with her flushed cheeks, her wild hair and eyes full of desire.
Ron stared at her, and giving her a smug grin, used his right thumb to spread the saliva all around her anus. Hermione closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent moan. Ron's grin widened. He rimmed her faster, pressing a bit harder, though not penetrating her.
He resumed moving his cock in and out of her pussy hard and fast.
"Aaaah, Ron, I'm getting close!"
"Yeah," Ron said huskily. "I want to feel you pussy fluttering all around me when you cum hard, Hermione. I want you to milk me with your wonderful fanny."
"Uuunngh, oh, fuck … Tell me how much you love me, Ron," she asked between moans as she arched her back more, her body surrendering to the pleasure she was feeling. "Tell me how much you love fucking my tight, hot pussy! Tell me!"
Ron pushed his thumb into her asshole, making her squeal, and thrust very hard and deep. "I love — you — so — fucking — much — it — almost hurts!" he shouted at her, keeping the same pace. "I'd die for you, Hermione, but I'll live so I'll be able to keep fucking this wonderful — tight — hot — wet pussy of yours! I love fucking your cunt! I love fucking your ass! I love fucking you hot, snug ass! I love fucking your tits! I love fucking you throat!" Ron finished, thrusting so hard he almost slammed her into the rock, his thumb going deeper than before in her ass.
Hermione came wailing.
"Rooooon! Oh, Ron, I'm cumming! I love you! I love you! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, Roon!"
Her moans and the spasms of her pussy was Ron's undoing, too. He gave her a few hard thrusts, his cock spurting with each one, clouding his mind in pleasure.
He leaned onto her back as she supported herself against the rock, their breathing hard and uneven.
"We should move," she said after a bit, turning her head to look at him. "Someone could come."
"Well, someone has already come," he responded cheekily. "Twice."
Hermione tried to look harsh, but failed miserably, shaking her head with a smile.
Ron laughed, looking smug. "Admit it, you can't be annoyed at me when I've just made you cum that hard."
"Oh, you did all the work, didn't you?" she asked, disentangling her body from his and turned round to face him. She adjusted her skirt, in a way that Ron found strangely arousing. He shrugged in response.
She looked around, searching, and then grabbed her torn panties from the sand. She stared at them and then used her wand to repair them.
Ron groaned.
"What?" she asked.
"I prefer you without knickers, you know."
Hermione looked down, at his still visible cock. "Well, I am rather fond of seeing you with you cock out, but you should get your trousers and pants up."
"Hermione, you should talk like that all the time. Those things you said while we were fucking … Merlin, it was so hot."
"Well, if I did, it wouldn't be so arousing, don't you think?" she replied, watching him tuck his cock back in and dress himself. "Besides, I just can't do that. It's much more difficult when we're not having sex — or about to have it."
"Or having just had it," added Ron.
"Yes," she admitted. She stepped into her knickers and then pulled them up, giving him quite a display. He licked his lips.
"Admit it, you want me to rip them off you again."
"No, I'm pretty satisfied now. I think I could wait long enough to take them off the normal way."
Ron groaned again and, taking her in his arms, kissed her. Passionately. She responded in kind, her hands cupping his bum and giving him a squeeze.
"A bit frisky, aren't you?" he joked. Hermione, as response, squeezed him once more and then broke the kiss.
"I needed that," she said, her tone a bit more serious.
"Yeah, I noticed. So did I," he replied.
"I mean, after everything … I'm still coping, Ron. When I close the eyes at night I sometimes see her."
Ron cupped her chin and looked at her seriously. "I still have nightmares, too. Sometimes I see her killing you before I can reach you. Other times they force me to watch you and Harry being executed. It's horrible."
Hermione nodded. "But they are getting easier to deal with," she assured him. "I don't want to be afraid of her, Ron. I want to be able to face her, to prove to her that she's nothing."
"I don't want you to have to face her again. Ever," he said vehemently.
"But it'll happen. If we're to fight him, she'll be there."
Ron embraced her again and put a kiss on the top of her head.
"I know," he said, and then lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. "You're so strong and brave. And I'm so proud of you."
She beamed at him and gave him a soft kiss. "We should go back, the Sun will set soon."
"Mmmh, so you only brought me here to have your way with me, then?" he teased.
"Of course," she nodded, grinning wickedly. "I had some needs, and you tended to them."
Ron tried to look affronted. "So you used me, you scarlet woman? I'm so offended!"
Hermione laughed, and Ron soon followed.
"We're a couple of idiots, aren't we?" he commented, as they started their way back, hand in hand.
"Well, maybe, but, in any case, we're a couple of sexually satisfied idiots," she pointed out.
"That we are," Ron nodded, laughing again.
They walked back to the cottage, playfully bumping into each other and with big smiles on their faces. When they were approaching the house, they saw Harry, standing next to Dobby's grave, deep in thought.
"Hey, Mate," Ron said as they approached him. Harry moved his head to look at them, a grave expression on his face.
"What happened?" he asked them, frowning a bit. "Why are you smiling that —" He stopped mid-sentence, and then shook his head. "Forget I asked. Most surely I don't want to know, do I?"
"Most surely," Ron confirmed sheepishly.
Hermione blushed a bit and asked, trying to change the subject, "What were you thinking about, Harry?"
"I had another vision."
"You get loads of them," pointed out Ron.
"Because you're actively trying to have them," Hermione added, somewhat accusingly. "You're not making the least effort to stop them."
Harry looked at Hermione, ready to retort, but Ron intervened before he could say anything. "What did you see?"
"He's found Grindelwald. It happens that he was still alive, prisoner at Nurmengard. He killed him, so — well, so he now knows where the Elder Wand is."
"What!?" asked Ron, alarmed. "And where is it?"
"At Hogwarts," responded Harry calmly, not reacting to his friends' looks of astonishment. "It is obvious, isn't it? Dumbledore beat Grindelwald in 1945. Grindelwald had stolen the wand from Gregorovitch, attacking and Stunning him. Then he used it to become even more powerful. But when he was finally overpowered, its ownership passed to the wizard who had defeated him. So it is with him, in his tomb."
"Then we should go!" Ron pressed, not understanding how Harry could feel so calm when You-Know-Who was about to get even more power. "If we can reach it before him —"
"It's too late," Harry explained. "He's already there. He's just broke into the tomb."
"WHAT!?" Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're telling us that, besides how powerful he already is, he now possesses the unbeatable wand!?"
Harry seemed doubtful for a moment, but then spoke rather resolutely. "Dumbledore didn't want me to have that wand. He wanted us to destroy the horcruxes."
"But — But —"
"Harry's right," interjected Hermione, and Ron rounded on her, staring at her as if she had become insane, too. "Harry wouldn't, ever, have desecrated Dumbledore's resting place like that," she continued.
"But it's the Elder Wand! How are we going to defeat him, Harry?"
"Dunno," he said, looking unsure. "I just — if we trust Dumbledore …"
"Exactly," agreed Hermione.
"Dumbledore makes mistakes too," argued Ron, who couldn't understand how his friends could be so nonchalant about the fact that the most powerful Dark wizard in history now owned the most powerful wand ever made. "Maybe he didn't imagine You-Know-Who would find out about the wand!"
Harry seemed even more thoughtful after Ron's words. "Maybe," he said simply.
"Maybe?"
"Anyway, now it's too late to do anything. He's got it."
Ron wanted to argue, and opened his mouth to say something, but, when he realised there was nothing else to say, he closed it again. Harry was right, it was done. He only hoped it wouldn't cost them their lives.
— o —
"Don't you think it is amazing?" Hermione asked Ron as they cleaned the kitchen after dinner. They were lingering, taking advantage of the time to be just by themselves. It had been raining the last days, so they hadn't been able to go on one of their walks, and it was very hard to be alone in the crowded house. "Lupin and Tonks have a son."
"Yeah," nodded Ron, glancing at her and smiling slightly. "And they chose Harry as godfather. I hadn't seen him smile like that in ages."
Hermione nodded, grinning. They fell silent for a bit, both deep in their thoughts, just enjoying being together. Ron glanced at her once more, as she dried the plates one by one and sent them flying to their place in the cabinets. It felt so right, being with her like this. It felt — homely, plain and simple.
"Do you ever think about it?" he asked before he could stop himself. Hermione looked at him, a question on her face.
"Think about what?" she asked when he didn't say anything else.
Ron sighed. "About — well, about — you know, having children."
Hermione opened her eyes wide, shocked by the question.
"Well …" she said after a bit. "Not specifically, you know. I mean, I'm just eighteen, Ron. But I do want children. One day. I want to finish Hogwarts first, then find a good job and get settled. Maybe travel a bit and enjoy life, but after that yes, I want children. I mean, maybe in eight or nine years. I don't know." She stared at him. "What about you?"
"Well, of course I want children. I mean, I am a Weasley, ain't I? But yeah, one day, as you say. Not as many as seven, of course. And —" he made a pause, gulping, "well, with you. I can't imagine having children with anyone else."
Hermione just stared at him, making him feel very nervous. "We have been together just for a year, Ron."
Ron knew she was right, and that what she said was logical, and that in the Muggle world is was rare for a couple formed in school to last long enough to get married, but that didn't stop him from feeling disappointed … and even a bit rejected.
"I know," he said, turning his head to look at a couple of trays that were still dirty. He resumed cleaning them.
He glanced at her when he felt her grab his hand softly and lovingly. "I can't imagine being with anyone that isn't you, Ron, let alone having children with another man."
"Really?" he asked, a grin breaking into his face.
She nodded. "I love you. This year we've been together has been wonderful, despite everything. You make me laugh, you challenge me, you make me feel strong, and smart, and beautiful."
"You're all those things, you don't need me to tell you."
"You make me happy."
Ron couldn't wait anymore. He leaned against her and kissed her. She threw her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, turning it into a full-blown snog. Ron put his own hands on her hips, sliding them to touch her ass, and she kissed him even more fiercely.
Suddenly, the door opened and they pulled apart quickly, turning their heads to look at an amused Fleur.
"I just wanted to get some biscuits," she commented, walking to a cabinet and taking a box. She walked back to the door leading to the living room and turned her head to smile at them. "I know zat ze 'ouse is very full right now. So enjoy your time," she added in a conspiratorial low voice. Then turned once more and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Ron's gaze drifted back to Hermione, who looked a bit flushed. "Can we go on, then?" he asked, getting closer to her once more and putting his hands back on her waist.
"We should finish here," she replied, looking up at him.
"But that was an amazing kiss. I've missed you these past days. And before you say anything, I know we are together all the time, but —"
"I know," she said, interrupting him, then got on her tiptoes to give him a peck on his lips. "I missed you too." Her eyes shone with mischief, and she added, "I've been taking more time than usual in the shower."
Ron groaned. "Fuck, Hermione …"
"Haven't you, Ron?" she asked, her voice playful. Her eyes were gleaming with naughtiness.
"You know I have," he responded, and then kissed her hard. When he pulled away, he looked at her and just blurted out, "Meet me in the bathroom. Later, once everyone is asleep."
"What?" she asked, blinking.
"Meet me in the bathroom at midnight. We can have a quickie," he muttered, lowering his mouth to her jaw and peppering it with kisses.
"Are you serious?" she asked, her eyes closed.
"'Course I am. I need you, Hermione," he declared, squeezing her ass. "I need to be inside you so badly. Don't you need it as well? To feel me?"
"Yes," she nodded, and let out a little moan when he sucked on her earlobe. "Okay," she agreed, surrendering, while her hands moved up and down his back. "We'll meet there at midnight. Now we'd better stop before I've got to change my knickers."
Ron growled. "Fuck, talk like that and I'll never be able to walk into the other room," he said.
Hermione looked down, at his tented trousers, and giggled. Smiling wickedly at him, she lowered her right hand and squeezed his cock, making him throb.
"Hermioneee …" he whined.
She laughed and pulled away from him. "Well, as you are in quite a state right now and can't leave, you can finish cleaning those trays, can't you?" she said in a teasing tone. "See you later, love," she added, giving him a peck on his lips and walking past him towards the door. Ron watched the sway of her hips and how good her bum looked in those jeans she was wearing.
"You're devilish," he told her. Hermione looked at him over her shoulder and winked at him, a bright smile on her face.
"Love you too," she just said, exiting the room and closing the door.
Ron shook his head and, with a sigh, grabbed his wand to finish cleaning the kitchen.
— o —
A couple of hours later, Ron was lying on his camp bed in the living room, patiently waiting for the midnight. Harry and Dean had fallen asleep long ago, but Ron had not dared to sleep even for a bit, fearing he wouldn't get up in time. Besides, the anticipation he felt wouldn't have let him rest, anyway. Finally, after what for him felt like an eternity, he heard the clock chime, indicating the beginning of a new day. Trying to act calmly, he got up slowly, as if he just really wanted to go to the loo. Carefully, he climbed up the stairs and approached the bathroom. His heart rate sped up when he saw the light coming from under the door. He knocked softly. "Hermione?"
The door opened, revealing his girlfriend, who looked rather nervous. She grabbed him by the sleeve of his pyjamas and pulled him into the room. Then she closed the door, and Ron could take a good look at her. She was wearing a pale blue nightdress that ended just above her knees. It was rather conservative, yet Ron thought she looked good enough to eat.
"I don't know if this is a good idea," she told him, her voice very low. "I mean, what if the others wake up?"
"Fleur and Bill have their own bathroom," Ron explained, trying to calm her. "Harry — well, Harry knows, and Dean and Luna … Well, if they come, you answer if it is Luna, and I if it is Dean. You can charm the door so that we hear if anyone is outside, but they can't hear us."
Hermione stared at him for a moment, and then nodded, casting the charms. The moment she finished, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to him, while he leaned against the basin. He slid his hands down her sides, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. "At least alone," he muttered.
"Yes," she nodded. Ron lowered his head and kissed her full on the lips. It didn't take long for the kiss to turn into a passionate snog, their hands roaming over the other's body. Soon, Ron's were on her round ass, squeezing her supple flesh wantonly and making her moan. After a bit, she turned them round and pushed him to sit on the toilet.
"Lower your trousers and pants, Ron," she demanded, her chest heaving. He could see her hard nipples and realised she wasn't wearing a bra. "Now, Ron," she repeated, and he hurried to comply, sitting on the lid of the toilet with the trousers around his ankles, his cock pointing up from between his legs. Hermione took a good look at it and then slid her hands down her body until she grasped the hem of her nightdress. She lifted it slowly, revealing her thighs first and then her bare pussy to him.
"Fuck, you aren't wearing panties!" he exclaimed, delighted.
"Easier access," she said with a smile, moving towards him. Ron stroked his cock a few times, getting it ready to penetrate her. Hermione, however, had other ideas. She put her right foot on his left thigh, giving him a privileged view of her cunt. "Why don't you have a taste?" she suggested.
Ron groaned and put his lips on her knee, moving them along her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to his favourite place in the world. When he got closer to her pussy, he pushed her leg to the side, and pulled her closer to him by her left hip. Hermione put her own hand on his head for support. Ron looked up and saw her eager expression as she watched him.
Ron took out his tongue and gave her a lick, making her moan. "Rooon …"
"Fuck, love, you taste amazing. I missed eating your sweet, juicy pussy."
"Lick it, then. Eat me good."
Ron kept licking, but this definitively wasn't the most comfortable position to do it so, after a bit, he pushed her backwards. Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but, before she could utter a word, Ron knelt on the floor and put her right leg on his shoulder.
"Now this is more like it," he commented, before getting back to the task. Hermione held onto his hair and moaned. Ron lapped at her clit, wanting do devour her. She just tasted divine, and Ron wanted more than anything to feel her cumming on his mouth. After a bit lapping at her clit, he pressed his face harder against her and stretched his tongue, rimming her entrance.
"Mmmmh, Ron, yesss …"
Ron continued licking her, enjoying the juices that were now pouring from her swollen cunt, until he felt her tremble a bit. He knew she wasn't close enough to cum, but she was getting weak on her knees. Wanting to continue, Ron moved away and pushed her against the basin.
"Get up," he demanded, his voice husky. Hermione licked her lips, her gaze full of lust, and obliged eagerly. She leaned against the mirror and opened her legs wide in invitation.
"Come on, Ron, come on. You got me so worked up, I need release!"
"I'll give it to you," Ron replied, positioning himself between her legs and resuming his actions on her wet, ready sex.
This way, he could reach with his tongue deep into her hole, and he wiggled it around, sucking on her delicious juices. After a bit, excited by her moans, he put his left thumb on her clit, moving it in circles, and shoved his right index finger in her asshole, effectively doing a triple assault on her body.
Hermione grabbed her own tits and arched her back, squealing in pleasure. Ron's cock twitched at the sound and he moved his fingers quicker, getting her closer and closer to her climax.
"Cum for me, Hermione. Cum in my mouth, love!"
"Ooooh, Rooooon! I'm just there!" she cried, bucking her hips against his face. "Just there! Oh, God, add another finger in my ass! Just another!"
Ron did, though carefully, and kept moving his thumb and tongue in her. He could feel her gushing into his tongue and chin and knew that she was just about to cum.
And, effectively, in less than ten seconds, she was trashing upon the basin so violently that he feared he would have to use his hands to hold her. However, she managed to control her body enough for Ron to continue with his actions, prolonging her powerful orgasm.
The moment she started to relax, an expression of profound satisfaction on her face, Ron got up and, without warning, held her by her hips and shoved his cock into her pussy in one hard thrust. Ron moaned in delight, and Hermione's eyes snapped open.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione, yes! So fucking tight and wet!" he howled, starting to move in and out of her delightful body.
"Gods, Ron!"
"Like it, Hermione?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort he was making, as he was fucking her really hard, his groin slamming noisily against her crotch. "You like me fucking you hard like this?"
"Yes, Ron, yes! Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"And you had doubts about doing this," he said, smirking, moving his right hand to her tits to knead them.
"Mmmmh, yes, Ron, yes, sometimes you've got the most amazing ideas! Now stop talking and keep fucking me! Give me your entire cock!"
Ron growled and gave it hard to her, their groins slamming noisily. They were grunting and moaning very loudly, and, had they not cast charms on the bathroom, they surely would have waked up the entire house.
As Ron increased even more the power of his thrusts, burying his cock to the hilt every time and making his balls slap against her bum, Ron watched the mirror, who was moving with their forceful fucking.
"Her-mionee, the — mirror …" he managed to say. Hermione, however, kept massaging her tits. "Hermione — if we kept at it like this it's going to — fuck! — crash!"
"Do not dare slowing down!" she warned him, opening her eyes. "We can repair it later, keep going!"
"Yeah?" he asked, excited by her demands. "Beg me for it, then!" he ordered, lowering the intensity of his thrusts.
"Ron, don't slow down! Pound hard into my pussy! Aaah, fuck, pound me! Fuck me raw! Ooh, gods, I'm about to cum agaaaain!"
"Are you, 'Ermionee? Are you going to cum all around my fucking cock?"
"Yes, YES! Unnggh, fuck, almost there, Ron! Almost there!" her entire body contorting under his assault, she moved one of her hands to her clit and rubbed it in circles, bringing herself to the edge in seconds. "OOOH, RON, FUUUCK! Ohhhh, I'm cumming again! Aaaah, yes, yes, fuck, yesss!"
"Oh, yeah, milk my cock! Fuck, I can feel your sweet, fantastic pussy clenching all around my cock! Unnngh, fuck, it feels so goooood!"
"Cum inside me, Ron! Cum now! NOW!" she shouted, moving her hands to his bum and pressing him even more against her as her orgasm finished.
Ron felt his self-control snap, and, squeezing hard her left tit, shoved his cock to the hilt in her cunt and unloaded powerfully, shooting spurt after spurt of pent-up cum into her eager body. She brought his mouth to hers and they kissed hungrily as his cock twitched and spurted inside her.
"Aaah, fuck … Hermione, I came so — fucking — hard!" he managed to say between pants when they broke the kiss.
"So did I. My body is still tingling with aftershocks after the two orgasms I had," she commented, a wide, bright smile on her face.
"Yeah, you came twice and I just once," he said, moving his hands to her breasts to caress them again. He pinched one nipple softly and her body trembled, a jolt of pleasure showing on her face.
"And what do you think we should we about that?" she asked coyly, biting her lower lip.
"Well," he said in mock thoughtfulness, pulling away from her and extracting his wet cock from the depths of her warm, hot pussy. "Why don't you kneel before me and suck my cock?"
"Mmmh, but it's a bit dirty, covered in our cum," she said in mock protest, her hands moving over her belly and chest, her eyes fixed on his half-hard cock.
"Yes," nodded Ron. "And I want you to savour our combined juices and clean my dick."
Hermione smiled and then looked between her own thighs. Her legs were still wide open, and she had started to leak. "Oh, it seems I'm dirty, too," she commented in fake surprise. "Why don't you clean me a bit with your tongue, and then I'll give you a blowjob you'll remember for a long time?"
Ron stared at her. "So you want me to eat my own cum from you pussy, Hermione?"
"That's exactly what I am saying, Ronald. Now get to it," she demanded, opening her legs even wider to give him and even better view of her dripping snatch.
"And then I'll shove my cock down your throat, isn't it?" he said as he knelt between her open thighs.
"And then you'll shove your big, juicy cock down my throat and make me choke on it," she confirmed, making his member twitch at the prospect.
Ron put his hand son her inner thighs and stared at her open, well-fucked pussy. Glancing at Hermione's face, which was staring back at him with a look of pure eagerness, Ron licked his lips, and then delved in, lapping at her folds.
"Oooh, Ron, yes! My pussy is so sensitive right now, you tongue feels great. Lick all around a bit more and then put your tongue in."
Ron did as told, using his thumbs to spread her cunt lips and lick her all along her slit, swallowing their combined juices. He gave her still hard clit a few laps and the lowered his tongue to her hole.
"Aaaah, Ron, mmmmh, that feels great! Watching you eat your own cum from my pussy is turning me on so muuuuch! I might want to cum again before sucking that hard cock of yours. Would you mind, Ron?" she asked, caressing his hair. "Would you — mmmh, yess — mind waiting for a bit to get your cock swallowed and making me cum once more?"
Ron was dying to cum again, but seeing Hermione like that, so horny, drowning in the pleasure he was giving her, was almost as good. So, as a response, he moaned into her twat and moved his tongue around in her wet channel, reaching as far as he could. He could feel her muscles tightening around it, and he groaned at the sensation.
"Aaaah, Ron, you're amazing! Fuck, I love you much! So much! Now keep going and make me cum! Put your tongue deeper and make me cum!"
Ron groaned again and began to eat out hungrily and animalistically, as if wanting to devour her entire pussy. Hermione pulled on his hair, pressing his face against her and moaned loudly.
"Fuck, I love your pussy, Hermione!" he shouted into her folds.
"Yes, Ron, yes, love it! Love it by eating it good!"
Ron sucked on her as hard as he could and then moved to her clit, putting his lips around it and sucking while touching it with his tongue. Almost as the same time, he shoved two fingers in her cunt and began to finger-fuck her quickly.
"Ooooh, RON! Gods, I'm cumming, Ron! Oh, God, oh, God, oh God I'm cumming again, Ron! Fuuuuck, I'm cumming again! Drink my juices! Drink my — ooooh, fuck!"
Ron enjoyed immensely having her cumming on his mouth for the second time and drank eagerly everything she had to offer, lapping at her cunt to get the last of her juices.
When he was done, and she had relaxed, he got up, grinning. A quick glance to the mirror showed him his chin and mouth glistening with her cum.
"Oh, Ron …" she moaned. With no little effort, she sat up and looked down at her twat. She smiled. "Mmmh, you did a thorough job cleaning my pussy."
"That I did," he said, moving backwards and sitting on the toilet. "Now it's your turn. Suck my fucking cock, Hermione, I'm dying here."
Hermione looked down at his cock, red and angry. He was desperate to come once more. Slowly, she hopped off the basin and then knelt before him. With her eyes fixed on his, she put her hands on his knees and pushed them apart, moving to situate herself between them. Grinning at him, she cupped his bollocks and kneaded them, making him hiss in pleasure.
"You came pretty hard before, Ron. Do you have more for me in here?" she asked coyly, caressing him a bit more intensely for emphasis.
"Shit, yes! Why don't you put my prick in your mouth and drain my balls within your tight throat?"
"Gladly," she said, lowering her head and licking the underside of his cock from the bottom to the tip. "Mmmh," she muttered. "We taste so good together."
"Yeah," he said, his voice husky. "Why don't you take more?"
"Oh, yes," she said, opening her mouth and taking a couple of inches in. She closed her lips around his girth and sucked lightly, sliding up the shaft slowly.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione, that feels so good, but you're killing me. Please, don't tease. Suck my cock hard and fast, make me cum!"
Hermione grinned around him and took more of his dick in her mouth. Ron groaned at the sight and the feeling and bucked his hips, encouraging her to take more. Her eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. She clenched her lips around his girth and sucked hard and deep.
"Ah, fuuck, yeah …!"
Hermione moaned around him and took more into her mouth, starting a fast, intense blowjob while she kneaded his balls with fervour. Ron groaned again, his eyes fixed on the incredibly alluring image of his girlfriend blowing him with such devotion.
"Shit, keep sucking that cock, Love. Gods, gonna cum hard down your throat … I'll shoot so much you'll choke on it, but you'll keep sucking and will swallow it all, won't you?" he pressed, surprising even himself. He loved talking dirty, but tonight he felt he needed even more. He didn't want to go over the top with her, but he simply couldn't stop saying filthy things to her as she did such a good job on his dick.
Hermione, however, didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed excited by it and only sucked harder, determined to make him explode.
"Oh, yeah, like that! Shit, suck it, Hermione. Show me how much you love my prick! Swallow it!"
Hermione pushed herself more onto him, and his cock entered her tight throat, increasing immensely the pleasure she was giving him. She slobbered all over his dick, moving fast and hard, leaving the shaft coated in saliva every time she retreated for a bit to suck on the tip and wank him with her free hand.
Ron kept talking to her, his dirty words mixed with moans and groans for the next minutes. Hermione kept sucking, going harder and harder on him, and soon he felt on the verge of a new release.
"Bloody fuck, Hermione I'm — shit, cumming! Drink it aaaah—all!" he shouted, his entire body shaking as he exploded. He thrust into her mouth and she took it all, clenching her mouth and throat and letting him cum deep in it. He fired and fired, waves of pleasure cursing his body with each spurt.
Hermione sucked even harder, determined to not waste anything, effectively prolonging his orgasm and his pleasure. Finally, too tired and with his body trembling, he leaned backwards, sighing in bliss.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"Liked it, did you?" she teased, still sucking on his tip lightly and giving kissed all along his slowly deflating dick.
"Merlin, yeah! That was one hell of a blowjob, Love … You surely adore that dick, don't you?" he asked, enjoying how she worshipped his cock.
"Mmmh, I do," she purred, licking along the shaft and sucking on the tip once more. "It feels and tastes amazing, Ron. And your cum … Mmmh …"
"Shit, Hermione …!"
He knew that she was exaggerating a bit for his sake — even though she really loved sucking him — but he didn't mind. He enjoyed it very much, which, of course, was the reason she did it.
She gave his dick a final kiss and got up, wiping her mouth sexily. Then she leaned over and gave him a soft kiss.
"Thank you for the midnight snack," she commented cheekily. Ron laughed.
"You're still incredibly fuckazing, you know."
"So I've heard," she added, letting out a laugh. "You're never going to forget about that word, aren't you?" she asked, putting her arms on his shoulders and round his neck. Ron got up, putting his hands on her waist and smiled.
"No. Definitively no," he answered, and then leaned forwards. They kissed again, slowly, for a few minutes.
"So I had a great idea, didn't I?" he asked smugly when they pulled apart.
"Yeah, sometimes you do. I suppose you can be fuckazing as well. Sometimes," she added quickly. Ron laughed, caressing her waist over her nightdress. They kissed once more and then Hermione used her wand to clean the bathroom. "We should go to bed."
"Yeah."
"Good night, Ron," she said, giving him another kiss.
"Good night, Love."
Ron watched her leave, and then, after a couple minutes, went downstairs.
"Where were you?" Harry's voice asked, startling him.
"Merlin's pants, Harry!" Ron exclaimed with his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He squinted his eyes in the darkness and looked at his friend, who was sitting up on the couch.
"Where were you?" Harry asked once more. "Don't tell me you were in Hermione's room … Luna sleeps there as well!"
Ron's eyes darted to Dean's sleeping form. "Lower your voice!" he snapped. "And of course I wasn't in Hermione's room. I was in the loo."
"You've been gone for a while," Harry replied, his voice suspicious.
"Do you want me to tell you my bathroom activities in detail?" Ron retorted.
"No."
"Then don't ask."
"You were in there with Hermione!" Harry said, raising his voice a little. "Shit, Ron, this is your brother's house —"
"Harry, shut up! And yeah, I was in there with Hermione. Happy?" he snapped. "Now, what are you doing? Why are you still awake?"
Harry's expression darkened. "I think we should go to Gringotts in a couple of days or so. We're ready."
Ron, who was moving towards his mattress, stopped mid-walk.
"Already?"
"We've got a plan," said Harry, shrugging. He glanced at Dean's sleepy form and lowered his voice. "What if she decides to take it out of the bank? We'd be screwed. No, we need to get moving soon, Ron. People are dying and every day we do nothing I feel worse."
Ron wasn't even close to be ready to leave this haven of peace and love, but he nodded. He could only wonder how Harry must feel, having — or thinking he had, which was the same in the end — the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"Okay. We'll talk to Hermione in the morning. But Harry …"
"What?"
"We're taking loads of food with us this time."
"Definitively," nodded Harry, smiling. "Definitively, Mate."
Well, next chapter, the battle of Hogwarts and, with it, the end of the book. I won't continue this story until the epilogue equivalent.
Though I know what the last chapter will be, I don't know how many are left. Not many, I think — six, seven, maybe eight.
Right now I only have one more chapter ready. As I told you, this story was written over three years, with periods in which I wrote two or three chapters quickly, and dry ones in which I didn't write anything. I'll try to keep updating regularly, but I can't promise it'll be every two weeks or so. However, I've got other works in progress and in the making, so I'll keep giving you regular doses of Romione smut.
See you!