Well, here is the next chapter at last. I know it's late, but, as I told you, lately I have less time to write.
Anyway, from now on I can't promise when the next chapter will be up, because this story always has been the kind of 'write when an idea struck you for a chapter'. I still expect to deliver chapters fairly often, as I have a some ideas, but it might take a couple of weeks between updates. I'm working on other things as well, however, so I hope to keep giving you more Romione and more smut.
Speaking of which, this chapter is full of it, so I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 26
Australia
Ron woke up next morning having slept wonderfully and with Hermione still snuggled against his chest, with his right arm draped over her and his hand on her stomach. With his eyes still closed, he smiled and scooted closer, until her wild hair tickled his nose, forcing him to open them. He blinked a few times and then his face broke into a wide smile when he saw her untamed curls all over the pillow. He moved a bit closer, until his morning wood touched her naked bum, which elicited a silent moan from him. Feeling horny already, Ron moved his hand and cupped one of her tits, enjoying its fullness. Hermione mumbled something in her sleep and pressed against him unconsciously, rubbing her ass against his cock and turning him on even more. Images of him taking her against the window came to his mid, increasing his desire, so he began to rock his hips against her, enjoying the soft, delightful feel of her ass as his cock slid along her crack.
"Someone is happy this morning," he heard her say, startling him a bit. She twisted her torso and looked at him, a smile on her still sleepy face. "Good morning."
"Morning," he replied, stilling his body.
"Were you abusing my body?" she asked, amused, while raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry. It's just you're naked next to me and —"
"— And you're horny?"
"Yeah."
Hermione looked at the clock on the bedside table and Ron followed her gaze. It was ten minutes to seven. "We're supposed to be at my parents' in forty minutes."
"Oh, yeah," he nodded, trying to hide his disappointment. As much as he enjoyed being with the Grangers, he'd rather have a good shag with Hermione to start the day.
"We've got time for a quickie," she said then, surprising him.
Ron stared at her, open-mouthed. "Really?"
Hermione grinned and, pushing him onto his back, straddled him. "Mmmh, yeah. You turned me on with your wandering hands and that hard thing down there, so you must satisfy me now."
"Should I?" he asked, following her game.
She nodded. "Definitely."
Hermione lowered her mouth to kiss him. At once, Ron's hands went around her and towards her naked bum, squeezing her wantonly while she rubbed her already slick pussy against his cock.
With her eyes fixed on his, she manoeuvred until his tip was between her folds, and then pushed, taking his member in her. Both hissed in pleasure.
"Fuck, it's been too long," he muttered, grabbing her hips to help her move.
She let out a laugh. "Ron, it's been only eight hours or so!"
"Wait I said, too long," he said, sliding his hands up to cup her tits. "If I could, my cock would never leave your pussy — except to get in another of your tight holes," he added, and, moving his right hand back to her ass, began to play with her asshole teasingly. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, opening her mouth in a silent moan.
When she opened her eyes again, he saw they were dark with lust and desire. She began to move faster, letting his cock get almost out and then slamming down and taking it all inside again.
"Ohhh, Ron … I love when we start our day like this," she whispered, rocking her hips faster and turning the slow, sensual sex into a hard fuck.
"Merlin, yes! We should fuck every morning, Love. And every night. And before lunch. And — Oh, fuck, Hermione!" he exclaimed in pleasure when she made a particularly hard move.
"You — talk — oh, gods! — too much, Ron," she said between pants. "Now do something useful and play with my ass and help me cum."
"Fuuuck!" he shouted. At once, he moved the hand on her ass to her face and offered her his middle finger. Giving him a sultry look, she took it in her mouth and sucked it as if it were his cock, coating it in her warm saliva. Ron's cock twitched inside her as she continued to move her pussy up and down it. When he felt his finger was ready, he moved it back to her ass and, with his eyes fixed on hers, he toyed with her pucker for a bit before easing it inside. At once, she closed her eyes and arched her back, pushing down hard against his finger and cock.
"Oh, yes, Ron! Push it deeper! Ohhh, fuck …!"
"Shit, Hermione, you feel so bloody good," he groaned, palming her plump cheek while he pumped his finger in and out of her tight, clenching ass. Hermione let out a moan that send sent shivers down his spine and rode him faster, her tits bouncing wildly. Ron couldn't help it and squeezed them hard with his left hand. She squealed in pleasure and lowered her chest towards his mouth, offering him her breasts, and immediately he closed his lips around her left nipple, sucking hard on it.
"Mmmh, yes, yes, like that, Ron, like that!" she moaned as she kept fucking him. Ron shoved the finger in her ass deeper while grabbing her cheek possessively. "Uunngh, Ron!" Hermione moved faster, in a way that she rubbed her clit against the base of his cock with every thrust. Ron's dick throbbed inside her pussy and he felt he could cum at any moment.
He didn't try to restrain his desire, as he could feel she was really close as well, her arousal having taken over her body. She slammed her pelvis against his crotch, her greedy cunt swallowing his shaft whole every time.
"Ron, I'm about to — I'm about to —" she stammered. Ron groaned against her tit and took even more of it into his mouth, sucking as hard as he could on her nipple. At the same time, he took out the finger in her ass to the first knuckle and then shoved it back in, hard. Hermione slammed down with all her force once last time and then, arching her back, came undone, wailing loudly.
"Cummmiiiiiiiing! I'm cumming, Ron! Ohhh godsgodsgoooodssss!"
Ron let her ride it out and then, when she finally stopped moving, he quickly rolled her onto her back and began to fuck her with all his might until, shouting, "Ohh fuuuuuuuck, Hermioh-knee!" his cock exploded deep inside her hot, still fluttering pussy, filling her up with his hot, thick cum.
Finally, exhausted, he rested his head on her chest, being careful not to crush her body.
"Whoa, that was wonderful!" he exclaimed with a bright smile.
"Mmmh …" she agreed, purring contentedly.
Ron kissed both her tits before claiming her mouth. They kissed languidly for a bit, and then he rolled off her, still breathing hard. He closed his eyes for a few moments and then looked at her, revelling on the view of her round, heaving breasts and her spread legs and how content and sated she looked. An image of a satisfied, sweaty Hermione after a good fuck was another one of those he didn't want to stop seeing. Ever.
She turned her head to look at the clock.
"It's two past seven," she commented. "We should take a quick shower and get going."
"Yeah."
Hermione got off the bed, but Ron was so comfortable, his limbs still feeling like jelly. However, he turned his head to look at her. A naked Hermione moving around the room, with her wild hair, bouncing tits and swaying ass. Another image to commit to memory.
She disappeared in the bathroom and he closed his eyes. After half a minute he heard the toilet and then the shower running.
"Ron!" she shouted, making him jolt on the bed. He opened his eyes and saw an angry, though sexy and delicious-looking Hermione in the doorframe. "Get out of the bed right now!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going. I was just resting my eyes," he said, getting up.
"Sure," she replied sarcastically.
Ron followed her to the stall and, when she got in, he couldn't help it and pinched her bum.
"Ron!"
"What? If I don't touch your ass every chance I got, how will you know I'm not an imposter?"
She turned her head towards him, looking stern. He gave her his most enchanting lopsided smile and, in the end, she couldn't help but shaking her head, her lips twitching.
"Idiot," she said at last. "Let's be quick. We should send a letter to The Burrow."
"But we didn't bring owls," he said as they soaped their bodies. "Do they have owl posts here in Sydney?"
"I'm sure that someone in the hotel can help us."
They showered quickly and got dressed. Then Hermione went back to the bathroom to deal with her hair.
"Ron, what time is it?"
Ron, who was about to put on his trainers, looked at the watch. "Twenty past seven."
"Are you ready?"
"Ready and waiting for you."
"Well, you can write a quick letter then, and we'll ask in reception for the easiest way to send it."
"Okay," he said, and then went to the sitting room, grabbed a piece of parchment, ink and a quill and wrote:
Hi, everyone
We arrived without problem and a nice Ministry employee got us settled in the most amazing hotel here in Sydney. We found Hermione's parents yesterday and they are fine. The four of us had a good day seeing the city, and now we're going to have breakfast at their house, so don't worry about us.
Kisses,
Ron and Hermione
"Ready?" Hermione asked him, reading the letter over his shoulder.
"Yeah."
"Come on, it's almost time!" she said, looking a bit stressed.
"Hermione, your parents won't mind if we are there at thirty-five past seven instead of half past," he commented.
"I'll mind," she retorted. "You know I hate to be late, Ron!" And then, before he could reply, her anxious expression turned to one of anger. "Ron, you told me you were ready!"
"And I am!" he shouted back. "I was ready before you, in fact!"
Hermione frowned at him and looked down at his feet. "Really? You'll walk around Sydney in your socks?"
Ron looked down at his feet and realised he hadn't put on his trainers.
"Fuck!"
"Put them on! I'll go down to the reception and ask if they can send this letter. I'll see you there!" And, without waiting for an answer, she Disapparated.
Cursing once more, Ron put his trainers and then Disapparated as well. When he reappeared in the lobby, he saw Hermione with the receptionist, which at this time was a witch.
"Thank you," Hermione was saying. The woman smiled at her and wished them a good day, and Hermione walked towards Ron. "They have a mail service here at the hotel, so it's done. They'll send it with magic to the Ministry at home, so your parents should get it tomorrow," she explained very quickly. "Now let's go," she added without giving him time to reply, and, grabbing his arm, Disapparated them both to her parents' backyard.
Ron checked his watch. "And it's still two minutes to half past seven, you barmy woman."
She just grunted in response as they moved towards the door. Hermione knocked on it and then turned the doorknob. "Dad? Mum?"
"Hermione! Come in! Come in!" Jane Granger yelled, appearing on the kitchen doorframe and looking very cheerful. "Breakfast is almost ready," she added as they walked in. "Hungry, Ron?"
"Always," he responded, smiling.
"Good, because we cooked a lot," she said. "Your father has just popped into the loo," she told them as she went back to the stove, where she was finishing frying bacon. "So, did you have a good night?" she asked them over the noise of sizzling meat. At once, Hermione blushed and Ron felt his earns burn. Jane noticed her embarrassed expressions and laughed. "Okay, okay, forget about it. By your faces it seems it was rather good, anyway."
"Mum, please," Hermione pleaded through clenched teeth.
Jane just smiled, putting the bacon on a plate. "Come on, sit down, you two."
They had just taken seats when Hermione's father appeared, a big grin forming on his face the moment he saw them. "Good morning!" he exclaimed joyfully as he sat down in front of Ron. "Right in time, I see. It's good to know some things don't change, like my wonderful daughter's obsession with punctuality." He looked at Ron with a conspiratorial smile. "She gets that from her mother, of course. I bet she nagged you as if the door of the house would vanish in you came a minute later."
"Dad!"
"What? Am I or am I not right?"
"Spot on," answered Ron, earning a smack on the shoulder by Hermione.
"Well, if I didn't nag you, you certainly would be still sleeping — or would have come here barefoot."
At this, Ron had the decency to blush a bit.
"Well, you're on holiday, honey. There's nothing wrong with enjoying a lie in …"
"That's what I say," agreed Ron.
"Enough with the bickering, dears," interjected Hermione's mother, sitting down next to her husband. "Let's eat and enjoy the day!"
After a wonderful breakfast, Ron and Hermione took care of washing the dishes again, and then Apparated the four of them back to the city centre. This time they made a complete visit to the Botanic Garden and then went to the Opera House, which Hermione really loved.
Afterwards they had lunch at a place overlooking the sea and then Hermione's parents suggested they visited the Aquarium, where they hadn't been yet. As they walked towards it, Hermione told them that the Aquarium, like many other touristic attractions in Sydney, also had a secret, magical section that showed magical plants and species that only lived in the southern seas.
As they were with two wizards, and like it had happened at the Botanic Garden, the Grangers were able to see this part. Ron enjoyed the visit, but the part he loved the most was the way Hermione was smiling, happy that she could show her parents more of the Wizarding world, prior to coming to Australia, the only part they had seen with their eyes was Diagon Alley in London.
It was half past three when they finished at the Aquarium, and Hermione told them she'd like to take one of the boat tours that navigated the harbour. So they went to the port and bought tickets for a two-hour journey that not only took them around the harbour, but went a bit into the open sea as well. Hermione said that this was one of the best hours to make such a trip, as they would depart at day, but it would be night when they came back, allowing them to enjoy the harbour at twilight while they had drinks, snacks and even music.
Ron had never been on a boat (excluding crossing the lake in his first year at Hogwarts), and he enjoyed it thoroughly, watching the scene around and the breeze at the front while Hermione embraced him, her arms around his waist and her head on his chest. At some point during the trip, she turned round and he noticed she was no longer paying attention to the sights. Following her gaze, he saw both Grangers embracing as they laughed, looking happy and relaxed. Ron smiled at her.
"They look good," he commented.
"They really do, do they?" she said in a happy tone.
"They got you back, and you're safe. It's normal they're happy. It really must have been a hard year for them."
She nodded and then gave him a quick kiss. "I am happy, too. It's wonderful to enjoy this with you."
"Yeah," he said. He pecked the top of her head and then added, "I'm going to get another one of those cokes. Do you want something?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm good."
Ron gave her a squeeze on her arm and walked to the bar.
"Ron, are you enjoyed the tour?" Jane asked when he saw him approaching, a radiant smile on her face.
"Yeah, it's really amazing."
"It truly is. Hermione had such a great idea, this is certainly the best time to do this." Ron had to agreed. They had already turned round after sailing a bit outside the harbour and were now coming back. The Sun was setting in front of them, its last rays shining behind the buildings in the distance.
"She always has the best ideas," he pointed out, and then added, "Even if I don't always admit that."
William let out a laugh. "Oh, Ron, you're wonderful," he blurted out, patting him on the back affectionately. "Now go back to your girlfriend, before she thinks you prefer her old parents to her!"
"Yeah," he said, grinning. Merlin, he really liked Hermione's parents.
So he went back to the front of the boat, which Hermione had told him was called 'the prow' or something like that. As she walked towards her, she turned her face to the side to look at something, and Ron just stopped dead, enthralled by how beautiful she looked in her jeans and fitting jumper, with the breeze ruffling her hair. She must have caught a glimpse of him, because she turned completely round to look at him and gave him the most radiant smile. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks rosy due to the chillness of the sea breeze, which also caused a few curls to fall in front of her face, lit up by the last light of the day, and Ron felt suddenly out of breath, thinking that she had never looked more beautiful to him. He stood in there, the images and sounds of the boat fading in the background as he committed this image of her to his memory, sure, like he had never been before, that she was it for him. Forever.
"Ron?" she asked, amused, taking him out of her reverie. He smiled at her and closed the distance between them, his eyes never leaving her face. Once he was just in front of her, she asked, "What were you doing?"
Ron didn't answer immediately, and instead moved his right hand, caught a curl with his fingers and tugged it behind her ear.
"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he blurted out.
She stared at him, open-mouthed and speechless. Ten or twenty seconds passed before she was able to respond, a slight, adorable blush deepening the colour of her cheeks. "Why — why did you say that?"
He caressed her cheek with infinite tenderness. "I had to tell you, because it's the truth."
Hermione, beaming at him, her eyes bright with love, grabbed his hand and kissed his palm.
"I love you, Ron."
Ron smiled at her and took a sip of his drink. She turned on the spot once more, so she could see the city as they sailed, and Ron embraced her from behind, pecking her cheek.
"Are you really happy?" he asked her.
She turned her head to look at him, a slight smile curving her lips, and then kissed him. It was a short kiss, just pressing her lips against his with their mouths closed, yet it didn't fail to convey how much she loved him.
"I've never been happier, Ron. Ever."
Ron embraced her even more tightly, and she snuggled against him, the two falling into a comfortable silence as they enjoyed the view.
About ten minutes later, Hermione's parents joined them, adopting a similar position, with Hermione's mum in the arms of her husband. Jane smiled at them.
"Don't you two look cute?" she said, and Hermione smiled.
"So do you," she replied.
Ron smiled as well, marvelling at how at ease he felt, embracing Hermione this way in front of her parents. He remembered the first time he had visited her house, at Easter, during their sixth year; and how embarrassed he had felt when Hermione's mum had caught them snogging. It seemed incredible that that had happened just thirteen months ago. It seemed another life.
Hermione's mother took a photo of them this way while there was enough natural light, and then Hermione took one of her parents. They had already taken a few, the four of them, at the start of the trip, so afterwards Jane focused on taking shots of the city as the night fell.
"The hotel looks amazing," commented Ron after they passed Fort Denison, watching the tall building with its glass walls and the many lights inside.
"I still have a hard time reconciling the fact that I know it's just there and not being able to see it at all," said William. "Magic it's really amazing."
The four of them felt rather cold upon getting off the boat, so, moving away from people, Hermione discreetly cast a Warming Charm upon them.
"Oh, that's wonderful, dear," said her mother, grateful. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Mum."
They were hungry, so they searched for a place to have dinner and, after eating and talking about the good day they had had, they moved to the topic of next day.
"Well, we've got to work tomorrow, and I suppose we should inform the clinic we're leaving soon," said Jane. "What are your plans?"
"Well, I think we should talk to Amanda Clingworth, tell her we found you and ask her for help to relocate you quickly. I also want her to recommend us the best magical sites to visit."
"What for? You read that book," said Ron.
"Yes, but it is outdated, remember it doesn't mention our hotel. However, it mentions that it is possible to make a magical visit to the Great Barrier Reef, and according to it it's amazing, so I want to make a reserve."
"Reef?" asked Ron, frowning.
"It's an underwater structure built by corals," explained Hermione. "It's really beautiful, Ron, and here in front of the Australian coast is the world's largest coral reef. You'll love it, you'll see. And well, we can't see something like that anywhere else."
"Okay. I trust you."
After dinner, Ron and Hermione Apparated her parents back to their house.
"We're going to miss you tomorrow," Jane said, embracing her daughter.
"I know. We'll miss you as well."
"Come and have dinner," said William. "Then we can talk about what the Ministry official tells you and make further plans."
"Okay," agreed Hermione. "Six o'clock?"
"Perfect," said Jane. "Good night, darlings."
Ron and Hermione Apparated back to their room and dropped onto the sofa.
"Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry!" she said suddenly, surprising him, who looked at her with furrowed brows.
"What about?"
"I made all of our plans for tomorrow, including dinner with my parents, and didn't ask you about what you thought, or wanted, at all!"
Ron stared at her, eyes wide, and then laughed. "Hermione, Love, plans are your thing. I'm happy to tail along you in this touristic adventure. And regarding dinner, I'm more than happy to have it with them."
"Really?" she asked.
"Really," he assured. She smiled at leaned over to give him a kiss. Ron took advantage of that to grab her sides and pull her onto his lap so she was sitting sideways on his legs. She laughed and then they snogged once more, him holding her waist while she put her hands behind his neck, playing with the hairs there. Ron's right hand moved upwards, slowly, until he was cupping her breast over her jumper.
"Horny again?" she asked, smiling widely.
"Always."
Her smile only grew, and she kissed him again, deeply, increasing his arousal. Soon, his bulge was pressing against her hip, and she noticed it, because she wiggled a little, rubbing against him. Ron groaned.
"Let's go to bed," he suggested, eager to have her.
Hermione shook her head. "No."
"No?" asked Ron, confused, as her eyes and body language were telling him 'yes.'
"Let's try the hot tub."
"That thing in the bathroom you said had bubbles and such?"
"Yes."
"And you mean together."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course I mean together, you idiot."
"Okay then."
Hermione gave him another kiss and got off his lap. "I'll get it ready. You get naked, prepare some drinks, cast a Cooling Charm on them, and come when I call you."
Ron nodded.
Hermione smiled sultrily at him, and then walked away, swaying her hips seductively and drawing his eyes towards her jean-clad ass. The moment she disappeared into the room and then the bathroom he moved towards the cooling cabinet, his face split into a big grin and he felt the anticipation build up in him, his mind drifting to what they had done in that bathtub that time after the Quidditch finals. Trying to ignore the throbbing in his pants, he grabbed the bottle of Sparklejuice and poured two glasses for them. Then looked for a tray or something, but, as there wasn't any, he Conjured one and put the glasses and the bottle on it, casting a Cooling Charm over it. Next he moved to the bedroom, putting the tray on the nightstand while he took off his clothes. He could hear the noise of water falling in the bathroom. He sat down on the bed, waiting, and he began to imagine Hermione in there, naked …
He laid down on the bed and his hand drifted, almost unconsciously, towards his cock. He began to stroke himself to thoughts of his girlfriend until he realised what he was doing and stopped. No, he wasn't going to wank when he had a sexy woman waiting for him in there. So she just turned his face to look at the city while he waited and enjoyed the sight until, a few minutes later, he heard her calling his name. Ron quickly got out of the bed, grabbed the tray and opened the door.
The moment he entered the bathroom, he was momentarily blinded by the amount of steam in it. Hermione had also turned off the lights and lit up candles, so the entire space was illuminated by a very soft, flickering light. He looked towards the bathtub and almost dropped the try at the sight that greeted him there.
Hermione was already under the steaming, bubbling water, though not completely. Her hair was bushier than ever due to the humidity, and part of it fell sexily over her exposed tits. She had her feet on the side border, her delicate, beautiful feet rubbing against each other. Her eyes roamed over his body, stopping briefly at his hard on, and she bit her lower lip, a sultry smile on her face.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"Join me, Ron," she said softly.
Ron groaned and put the tray on a stool next to the tub, quickly getting into the hot water. He sat next to her and sighed in pleasure. And when he felt something hitting his body at certain points, he looked at Hermione in awe.
"Fuck, what's this? Feels wonderful!"
"The water has jets that give massages. They feel wonderful, don't you think?"
"Yeah!"
She grabbed a strand of hair and twirled it around her finger, acting coy. Ron's cock twitched and he grabbed his glass to take a sip, finding his throat suddenly dry.
"Fuck, you look so sexy, Hermione …"
"Do I?" she asked innocently, a soft smile grazing her lips.
"You know you do. You want to drive me mad with lust, don't you?"
She just shrugged, still biting her lip. "Pass me the glass, Ron. I feel a bit hot."
Ron groaned and gave it to her, watching avidly as she took a gulp, licking her lips afterwards. He had to gather all his willpower not to pounce on her and fuck her raw. He managed until she put the glass down, and then he claimed her lips in a bruising, passionate kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands flying to tangle into his hair. Ron's own hand moved to her sides, caressing her skin before holding onto her breast, kneading it eagerly. She moaned into his mouth and squirmed a bit when, suddenly, she jolted, letting out a loud wail of pleasure.
"What?" he asked, surprised.
She stared up at him, looking a bit flushed. "When I moved, one of the jets, it — it hit my pussy and … fuck …"
He chuckled. "Felt good, then?"
She nodded. "Very. Touch me, Ron," she pleaded, and Ron squeezed her tit again.
"Not — Well, yes, there as well, but I meant —"
"Your pussy," he finished for her.
She nodded rapidly. "Yes."
Ron kissed her again, hungrily and passionately, and moved his hand down her body until it was between her legs. He felt the water jet on it before he cupped her pussy, rubbing it with desire.
"Your pussy feels so bloody good," he commented before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Hermione moaned and relaxed her body, spreading her legs wide as he moved her fingers along her slit and over her clit. He slid his other arm under her and lifted her torso a bit so her tits were over the water, and then lowered his mouth to her left one, sucking on the puckered nipple greedily.
"Ummmh, Ron, yesss …"
Ron grinned against her tit and kept sucking. At the same time, he slid his left hand lower and shoved his middle finger into her tight hole. He felt her vaginal muscles clamp around his finger and his cock twitched against her thigh in envy. He shifted a bit, and then felt one of the jets against his bollocks, which only made his harder. Feeling frenzied, he moved his finger harder and faster and then, suddenly, he took it out. Hermione moaned in protest, bucking her hips. Ron put his palm over her mound again, stilling her, and then moved his fingers lower and between her ass crack. He touched her asshole and then, without warning, buried his middle finger, still covered in her juices, in her bum. She almost jumped on the tub, her ass clenching tightly against his protruding finger. Ron pushed again, then shoved his thumb into her pussy and began a fast, hard double penetration. Hermione wailed and squirmed, causing water to fell over the sides. Neither cared, though. Hermione was too far gone in her world of pleasure, and Ron was too enthralled by her. He moved his face up to give her a kiss, but she broke it quickly to keep moaning, so he moved back to her tits, sucking and biting them ravenously. He could feel how she was getting closer and closer to orgasm and couldn't help but bucking his own hips against her leg. However, before she came, she moved her right hand to his and pushed it away.
"Hermione …?"
"Not like that," she said, her eyes dark with desire and arousal. "Lie on your back! Now!"
Ron, still not understanding, complied, and Hermione mounted him immediately, impaling herself on his aching cock.
"Oh, gods, yessss!" she screamed as she started to ride him fast and hard. Ron held onto her hips and ass, helping her move, and just watched how this vixen took her pleasure from him. "My tits, Ron! Touch them! Touch them!"
Ron obeyed, cupping them at once and began to massage and squeeze them the way she loved. Hermione moaned louder, throwing her head backwards and them seemed to still for a moment before her entire body was seized by orgasm.
"GODS, ROOON! Oooh, fuuuuck!" she yelled as she came, her pussy spasming around his dick in the most delicious manner. Ron thrust upwards as hard as he could, needing the friction and wanting to help her ride it out, until, exhausted, she fell on top of him, panting heavily.
"Fuck, Love …" muttered Ron. "You're the fucking sexiest girl on Earth!"
"Oh, Ron, it was glorious!" she exclaimed, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "I came so fucking hard!"
"Yeah, I could tell," he said, nodding. "But I'm not satisfied yet," he added, and thrust upwards to make his point more obvious.
"Mmmmh, neither am I," she declared. "I want to cum again, Ron. How do you want to have me?"
Ron didn't have to think. "Get on your hands and knees and hold onto the border."
Hermione grinned and pecked his lips before complying. Ron got to his knees as well and licked his lips while he eyed her with desire. Fuck, her ass looked amazing, raised in the air while bubbles exploded all around her. He couldn't help it and smacked her plump cheeks before squeezing them.
"Fuck, I really love this ass," he muttered, placing himself just behind them and between her open legs. He put his right hand under the water and under her, feeling for a jet. When he located one, he grabbed her hips and positioned her so it was hitting her clit directly.
"Ooohhhhh!"
Ron, mad with lust, didn't wait a second more and thrust hard, burying his entire dick in her in one stroke. He savoured her tightness for a moment and then began to fuck her hard while squeezing and touching her cheeks.
"Shit, Hermione, you feel incredible! Merlin, I love your pussy! I love it!"
Hermione held onto the border as he pounded into her hard, arching her back and moaning wantonly. "Aaah, fuck, Ron, you had the most fantastic idea! This feels amazing! Ohhh, gods, amazing! Keep going, Ron, I'm going to cum again! Again! Ooohhh, oooohhhhh!"
"Shit, you're so fucking hot!" he moaned. Another jet was hit his balls and ass every time he retreated, and it felt simply wonderful. He was going to explode like a fucking volcano inside her, so he tried to keep control, to wait until she was done. It wasn't an easy task, as she felt too bloody good moving around him. He started to feel the signs of an approaching orgasm when she began to convulse under his attack, so he bent over and cupped her tits, squeezing them hard.
"Cum for me!"
"Gods, yes, yes, yes, Ron! Ohhhh, I'm cumming again! Ohhh, gods!" Ron held her by her tits and kept fucking her until he felt her legs no longer seemed to be able to hold her. "Oh, Ron, my legs, I can't — Oh, gods …"
"Yes, you can," he whispered, sitting up again and holding her hips. "You must, because I want to keep fucking you. I want to cum."
"I know I — Gods, it's just — the jet, Ron, my clit is too sensitive and —"
"You can," he repeated, and then knew how he wanted to finish. He took his cock out of her pussy and spread her cheeks, baring her inviting asshole, already gaping a bit due to his previous fingering. He put the tip of his dick against it. "Gonna cum in your ass, Hermione …"
"Do it!" she cried, burying her face in her arms. "Hard and fast, I'm —"
"Fuck, yeah!" he said, and pushed. Despite being consumed by arousal and horny as fuck, he put it in slowly, not wanting to hurt her. However, the moment he bottomed inside her amazingly tight asshole, he retreated and then, at last, fucked her as hard and fast as his need demanded.
In barely thirty seconds she was moaning again, her body squirming under him, and he knew that the combination of his cock in her ass and the jet against her pussy and clit was getting her close again. It only increased how turned on he was. His cock throbbed in her tight hot ass.
"Hermione, I'm getting close! I'm going to cum in your ass soon!"
"Gods, Ron, please, please, hold it in just a bit! I'm right there again! Right there!"
"Fuuuck, you're so hot and so sexy and so amazing!"
"Aaaah, Ron … Ooooh, gods, gods, ohhhhhh!"
Ron closed his eyes to at least avoid the visual stimulation of seeing her like this. However, he could hear her and feel how incredible his cock felt in her ass. He managed to fight his orgasm for another half a minute or so. Then she tightened a bit around him and he lost all control.
"Fuuuck, HERMIONE!" he yelled, and fucked her as hard as he could, slamming into her ass violently until his balls contracted. He buried himself in her completely, his lower belly tightly pressed against her wonderful buttocks, and then he felt his cock explode in the tight depths of her clenching ass. He let out a roar as he unloaded and unloaded, his cock spurting as if he had an everlasting reserve of cum. His legs began to tremble, feeling a bit like jelly but still, as soon as he could, he resumed thrusting, trying to ignore how hypersensitive his dick was.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he moaned, inwardly begging her to cum.
Hermione pushed against him, countering his thrusts, and then she came as well, for the third time that night.
"Fuck, Roooon! Oooooh gods!" she cried. The feeling of her ass clenching as he orgasmed was incredible, and it kept him hard so, when she finally fell onto her stomach and his dick slipped out of her ass, it was still completely erect.
He was tired, though, so he let the exhaustion take over and fell next to her. She turned round and wiped her face, pushing the wet strands of hair off it.
"Three times, Hermione," he managed to say, a smug smile on his face.
She just nodded with her eyes closed, still unable to speak. When she finally regained enough breath, she said, "We're going to spend so much time here. And one day, when we find a house or a flat for us, I want one of these."
Ron laughed, but, inwardly, his heart was soaring.
"Do you mean that?" he asked, caressing her face.
"What?" she asked.
"What you said. That one day we'll live together."
Hermione's eyes snapped open and he could tell she was blushing a bit, despite how red her cheeks already looked.
"Oh … I … Well — yes. If — if you want that as well."
"Hermione, I can't imagine a better plan for the future."
She smiled lovingly at him and they kissed. Slowly, languidly, but for a long time. When they finally pulled away, he grabbed his glass of Sparklejuice and took a long gulp. She did the same.
"It really tastes amazing," she said, licking her lips.
"Yeah."
They put the glasses down and Ron reached for her once more, still hungry for her body. They kissed once more, the lingering effects of the Sparklejuice in their mixing with her wonderful taste. They pressed their bodies together under the water, enjoying the closeness and the jets. Ron pressed his cock against her lower belly, and he felt Hermione smile against her lips.
"I knew you wouldn't be satisfied cumming just once."
"Never," he declared before claiming her mouth once more. The kiss turned frenzied until he felt her grasp his dick in her hand and start to stroke, and he pulled away to moan. "Merlin, Hermione …"
"Mmmh, Ron … You're still so hard …"
"Tell me you want to fuck again," he half-demanded, half-pleaded.
Hermione kissed him once more and then moved along his jaw until she took his earlobe between her teeth. "I want to fuck again," she whispered.
"Fuck, yes!" He rolled her onto her back and them climbed between her open legs, rubbing himself against her.
"Ron, one of the jets is just against my ass!"
Ron took hold of her tits possessively and put the tip against her entrance. "Do you like it?"
She nodded frantically. "We definitely really must get one of these!"
"Agreed," he said, and then buried himself in her. Both moaned in pleasure, and Ron started a hard, fast fucking, trying to go as deep as he could. Hermione wrapped her legs and arms around him and moaned loudly, letting him have her the way he wanted.
"Like that, Ron," she whispered sultrily into his ear. "Fuck me like that."
"Shit, Hermio-knee … Feels so good …"
"Mmmh, yes, Ron yes … Feels amazing … It always feels amazing with you … Don't stop. I want to feel you cumming in me once more …"
Driven mad with lust, Ron claimed her mouth again, trying to use his left hand for support while he squeezed her tits with the other. He tried to push with his feet against the bottom of the tub, but they slipped, not allowing him to go as hard as he could, so he manoeuvred to get her back on top.
However, before he could do what he had intended (hold onto her ass and thrust upwards until he could cum), she moved off him and, giving him a look of pure desire, dove under the water and took his cock into her mouth, sucking hard.
"Ohhh, Hermione, yes! Suck it!"
Hermione kept bobbing her head under water for half a minute, driving him to the point of insanity, and then resurfaced and mounted him again, riding him fast and hard. Ron grabbed her ass and squeezed, pressing her against him while he bucked his hips rapidly.
"Tits! Tits!" he moaned, feeling really close. Hermione kissed him and them arched her back, putting her wet tits on his face. Ron buried his face between them and shook his head, to slap himself with both globes, and then took the right one into his mouth, sucking hungrily while he drove upwards into her with all his force.
"Oh, fuck, Hermioneeeee!" he shouted, releasing her tits when he felt his control snap. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he bellowed as he spurted into her once more.
Once done, he felt all his strength leave him and just sagged under her. Hermione, however, kissed him hard and ground her pussy against him, begging almost desperately, "Ron, Ron, I want another, I want another!"
Ron pushed her off him, knowing he would need a minute at least after how exceptionally hard he had cum both times. He put her so her asshole was once more over one of the jets and then shoved two fingers into her, using his thumb to rub her clit at the same time he finger-fucked her.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she chanted, arching her back. Ron sucked on her tits once more and she began to squirm, her body starting to convulse.
"Cum for me, Love! Cum hard for me!"
"Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, Ron, yes, yes, YES! YES!" she screamed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she climaxed for the fourth time. "Oh, gods, Ron …" she sighed contentedly when she came down from her high. "So amazing …"
"Satisfied, are you?"
"Mmmh," she said, a bright, happy smile on her face.
They rested in the hot tub, relaxing surrounded by the jets while they enjoyed the rest of the Sparklejuice.
"We should get up and go to bed," commented Hermione fifteen minutes later.
"Yeah," nodded Ron, and stood up. However, before he could step out, he felt Hermione cup his balls with one hand. "Hermione …?"
Giving him a sultry smile, she continued to stroke him and knelt on the tub, her face just in front of his hardening member, and then took the tip into her mouth, sucking loudly.
"Ahh, fuck …"
"Four to two," she said, releasing his cock (though she kept stroking it). "I think I should pay part of my debt …"
"Shit, I'm the luckiest sod!" he exclaimed, grinning madly. Hermione smiled and went back to work on his cock. She gave herself to the task, sucking hard and fast while using her tongue expertly while her delicate hand cupped his balls. When, after a bit, she at last took it to the root, the tip entering her throat, he felt his knees wobble a bit.
She must have noticed it, because she redoubled her efforts. Ron leaned a bit forwards and put his hands on the wall for support while he drowned in the pleasure her sinful mouth was giving him.
Contrarily to what she had done the day before, this time she worked hard to make him cum as fast as possible. Ron didn't try to hold back and, in merely four minutes he was ready to shoot again.
"Hermione … Merlin, I'm just there! I'm about to cum!"
She just sucked harder, kneading his bollocks with more determination to coax all that semen out of him. When his legs began to tremble, ready to cum, she released him and began to wank him fast, looking up at him.
"Choose, mouth or breasts?"
Ron, overwhelmed by pleasure, was unable to choose and just stammered, "Fuck, I — shit, dunno, Hermione. I — Hermione, Hermione, I'm cumming!"
So Hermione chose instead. She took the tip back into her mouth and she slurped on it while she wanked him hard. Ron shot a couple of times into her mouth, giving her a good mouthful, and then she released him once more, arching her back and directing the tip at her tits, letting the rest of the cum to fall over them.
"Fuck, Hermioneeeee! Oh, fuuuuuck …!" he groaned as he finished, legs turning to jelly. He managed to hold himself up while she squeezed the last drops out of him. Then she swallowed half his shaft once more and sucked and licked, cleaning him. Ron watched her as she did, her eyes closed as if savouring him and that almost kept him hard.
When she finally let him go, sat down in the tub once more, resting his head on the border.
"Hermione, seriously. You're the best girlfriend ever. No doubt."
She laughed. "And don't ever forget that."
— o —
Next day, Ron and Hermione put on robes instead of Muggle clothes and, after having breakfast at the hotel restaurant, used the Floo connection to travel to the Australian Ministry headquarters in Canberra.
At this hour on a Monday, the premises were full of employees coming and going. Ron and Hermione mixed with them, trying to be inconspicuous and hoping no one would recognise them. Though there were some clouds in the sky, the Sun was shining, so they could really appreciate how wonderful the Ministry building — or was it a town? — was.
"This is much better than the underground offices of our Ministry," commented Ron. "One day, when you're Minister for Magic, you should change that and move the Ministry to a normal building."
Hermione turned her face to look at him, surprised. "When I am Minister for Magic?"
"Yeah," nodded Ron. "Don't you want to work for the Ministry?"
"Well, yes …"
"Then there's no way you won't end up as Minister," said Ron, completely sure.
She beamed at him. "You really think so much of me?"
"I know you," he corrected. "But yeah."
She pecked him on the cheek. "My charming, adorable boyfriend," she said, looping her arms around his and pressing her cheek against his shoulder.
"I'm not adorable," he grumbled, though he was pleased.
"You are," she replied, amused. "But don't worry, I'll keep your secret."
"Good."
Not knowing where to go, they approached the information desk and asked for Amanda Clingworth. The attendant looked at them as if trying to determine where he had seen them, but then answered their question and pointed them towards Amanda's office.
They walked along what the attendant had called a corridor, though it was really a street, and soon they were at a building belonging to the Department of International Affairs. Hermione asked for Amanda's office and, a couple of minutes later, they were knocking at her door.
"Mr Weasley! Ms Granger!" she exclaimed when she opened the door. "What are you doing here? Are you all right? Do you need something? You should have used the coins and I would have gone to you."
"We're perfectly fine, thanks," said Hermione with a smile. "We just wanted to tell you we've already found my parents and they're fine. And well, we're on holiday and you're working, it didn't seem right to summon you when we could come here."
Amanda smiled. "That's so considerate of you. I am glad everything turned out right. Did you find the hotel satisfactory?"
"I think that's an understatement," said Hermione.
"Yeah, it's bloody amazing," said Ron, earning a glare from Hermione.
"Ron! Language!" she scolded, and Amanda chuckled. She shook her head and looked at the Ministry official. "Now that I've found my parents, they want to move back to England, so I wanted to know if there's a way for the Ministry to help making that easier, like helping transport things or even using a portkey to go back instead of taking a Muggle plane," she explained, and then added quickly, "Of course, we don't expect that help for free. We'll pay."
"But — can Muggles use portkeys?" intervened Ron.
"Well, normally they can't, for international travel," explained Amanda. "In most countries they cannot at all. It was that way here, until sixteen years ago, when the Regulations for Magical-Muggle Relations were updated. Now Muggles relatives of wizards and witches can use them inside the country. We also allow for international travel, as long as there is a justified reason and the destination country allows it as well." She made a pause. "In your case, as your parents are war refugees, we can arrange for them to go back with you in the same portkey, but I need to contact the British Ministry and make sure they allow that. Until now, they didn't, but with the changes Minister Shacklebolt is making, that could change. If that is the case, then we can take care of the Muggle side of things and make sure their travel appears legal, as if they in fact travelled by plane."
"That'd be amazing," said Hermione.
"I'll contact your Ministry and we'll leave a message for you in the hotel telling you their answer as soon as I get one. Then we can meet again at your convenience and arrange things like the departure date and everything else."
"Thank you so much," said Hermione. "You're beyond kind."
Amanda grinned. "Well, it's my duty to keep our relations with foreign wizards and witches good."
"I can tell you you're doing an excellent job," commented Ron.
"Thank you. So — are you enjoying your stay so far?"
"Yes!" responded Hermione enthusiastically. "Your country is amazing. We've barely seen anything, but I love how you integrate magical and Muggle tourist attractions. I hope one day we can do that as well in Britain."
"Well, as the Australian Ministry was just a branch of the British one until the Separation Act of 1906, our laws and customs were pretty similar to yours. But well, as the daughter of a wizard and a Muggle, I'm proud to say things changed here a lot after Magnus Copperplate was named Minister for Magic in 1986. Now that the war in Britain has ended, maybe you can move on as well from archaic traditions and laws."
"Oh, I seriously hope so," nodded Hermione fervently.
Ron had no doubt about that. Hermione wouldn't be content with hoping; she would see to that herself.
"And talking about visits and such, I'd like to know if you have some touristic information here. Specifically, we'd like to book a visit to the Great Barrier Reef. I read it's amazing."
"Oh, it is!" said Amanda, excited. "I went two times, and well, it's an experience you never forget. I'll take you to the Office of Magical Attractions and Entertainment in the Department of Home Affairs. There is an office in Sydney you can visit as well."
"Thank you so much," said Hermione.
Amanda guided them to the office and then went back to her job. It turned out that the Australian Ministry really had an interest in tourism and offered a wide range of activities and visits. Hermione managed to book a visit to the Great Barrier Reef for Thursday and got pamphlets and information on dozens of other activities. Ron intervened, telling her they only had two weeks, before she got carried away and planned activities for a month.
After leaving the Ministry, Ron and Hermione went back to Sydney, to visit the main Wizarding part of the city. Though more modern than Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, it certainly looked much older than the hotel or even the Ministry premises. Hermione had Ron walking for most of the day along its streets and alleys, and she even managed to squeeze a visit to the Magical Australia National History Museum, which she found absolutely fascinating and where she bought three different books before Ron finally dragged her out of it by reminding her that they had to go for dinner with her parents. They Apparated directly to their house and almost upon entering Hermione began to tell her parents, who listened with a knowing smile, everything they had seen and learned, including the books she had bought.
After dinner, as Hermione said goodbye to her mum, William patted Ron's back and whispered to him, "Son, I know you love my daughter and like to see her happy, but you'd better restrain her a bit or you'll be dead before next weekend."
"Believe me, I know," groaned Ron.
They were really tired when they went back to the hotel, and Ron suggested another bath in the hot tub to relax, so, like the day before, Hermione prepared it while Ron got drinks for them. Once in the tub, they sighed in pleasure, letting the water jets soothe their aching feet.
"I think I could fall asleep right here," muttered Hermione with her eyes closed. "This feels amazing after such a tiring day."
"Because you're mental," said Ron. "Hermione, I know you love to learn and want to see as much as possible, but if you don't slow down a bit, by next week I'll be too tired to get out of bed."
"Yes, yes, I know," she admitted, looking a bit sheepish. "It's just — everything is fascinating, and I know we share a past with this country, but it's so different!"
"I know. And I'm enjoying it as well — though I could have seen the museum in just an hour instead of the two and half it took you — but if we don't lower the pace, I'll end up hating it."
"Sorry," she said, getting a bit closer to him and giving him a kiss on his shoulder. "Is there something I can do to make it up to you?" she asked coyly.
Ron was worn out, yet, at her tone his cock stirred a bit. He looked at her, and then she moved even closer, purposely rubbing her tits against his arm, and any doubt he could have flew out of the window.
He grabbed her by the back of her head and brought her mouth to his for an intense snog. His hands moved over her back and sides, caressing her until he cupped her ass. Hermione moaned into his mouth and slid her hand between them to stroke his cock.
"Oh, Hermione, yeah …"
Hermione kissed him again, and Ron, after giving her cheek a good squeeze, moved his hand to the front and between her legs, which she promptly opened to give him access. He cupped her pussy, enjoying her feel, and then thrust one finger inside. Moaning, they moved the bottom parts of their bodies away to have space, and pressed their upper ones while they masturbated each other, their gazes locked.
"Another finger," she pleaded, bucking her hips against his hand. "Add another finger, Ron, fill me."
Groaning, Ron complied and used his thumb to rub her clit. He kissed her jaw and her neck, stopped by her ear to tell her to grip him tighter, and moved down. Hermione granted his request and tightened the hold on his cock. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Ron began to thrust, fucking her fist while his mouth found its way to her tits. He latched onto one nipple and sucked hard, making her whimper. Her moans caused him to finger-fuck her harder, which, in turn made her wank him faster, creating a feedback circuit that pushed their arousal to the heavens.
When both were close to their release, Hermione moved suddenly and, releasing his cock and pushing his hand off her, mounted him and took him to the root in her scorching, gloriously tight pussy.
"Ohhhh, fuck!"
"Aahh, that's it! That's it, Ron," she moaned in pleasure, arching her back and rubbing against him with his dick buried in her cunt. Horny as they both had got each other, she didn't savour it for long and just began to fuck him, riding his cock expertly. Ron grabbed her hips, sides and then her tips before putting them on her ass, pressing her against him.
"Hermione, I'm really close! You feel too bloody good!" he muttered between greeted teeth, his eyes rolling on their sockets.
"Me too, Ron! Gods, I love riding your cock in the water, it's amazing! Ohhh, Rooon!"
"Fuuuck, Hermione!" he yelled, thrusting upwards.
"Rub my clit! Rub my clit!" she demanded, moving faster.
Ron quickly moved his right hand to between her legs and pressed his thumb against her clit. Hermione slammed harder against him, rubbing herself against his finger while her moans became louder and louder.
"Cum around my cock, Hermione. Cum hard!"
"Yes, Ron, yes, I'm going to cum on your cock! On your hard, wonderful, amazing — Ohhh, here it comes, Ron, here — Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, Ron!" she screamed as she came hard, trapping his finger between her clit and his groin. Ron watched her as she orgasmed, her hair flying wildly, her tits bouncing, and he exploded as well. He grasped her bum and pressed her against him, making her fall onto his chest, her naked, wet tits rubbing against his pecs deliciously while he thrust fast and hard, five, six, seven times and then exploded deep in her cunt, his cock firing stream after stream of hot spunk.
Finally, spent and sated, they just lay together in the tub, regaining their breathing. After a minute or so, she lifted her head and caressed his face, raking her nails over his stubble.
"Did I make up to you, Mr Weasley?"
"Mmmh," said Ron, adopting a thoughtful expression. "Normally I'd say that yes, you did, but I think you got as much as I did, so I'm not sure."
She laughed and kissed him lovingly. "You're right, I got a lot as well. So I should be a good girlfriend, give you an amazing blowjob and let you cum down my throat …"
"Fuck …" he said, his cock wanting to stir once more.
"But I'm just too tired, Love. Can we just go to bed, cuddle and sleep?"
He let out a laugh. "Yes, I suppose we can. But you'd better wake me up tomorrow with that blowjob."
She pecked him on the lips. "Deal."
Ten minutes later, they were snuggling under the comfortable sheets, blissfully tired and utterly happy.
I hope you liked Ron and Hermione's stay in Australia. I really enjoyed this part. Next chapter will be a 'transition' one as it's time to go back to Britain. See you soon!