For this fic I combined two tumblr prompts:

Prompt 1: May I inconvenience you in asking you to write a fic where Ron and Hermione are at the Burrow for Sunday lunch? Ron keeps teasing Hermione at the table, running his large, strong hand up her thigh and then even further... Maybe Harry and Ginny notice.

#smutty

Please and thank you.

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Prompt 2: Can you write a ficlet about Ron asking his brothers for bedroom advice?

*SMUT WARNING! Move along if that's not your thing.*

Era: Post-War (Summer after DH)
Rating: M. Definitely M.

Something to Remember

Shell Cottage, July 1998

"Have another beer, Ron."

Bill passed me an ice cold butterbeer before grabbing one himself and sitting down next to me. It was a beautiful night out at Shell Cottage, and the ocean air added a crisp and calming effect. I felt myself relax into the wicker chair as George took the seat across from me.

"These hit me harder than they used to," I said, enjoying the slight buzz that had appeared after my first butterbeer.

"Same with me," said George.

"It's been too long since any of us have had some real fun," added Bill.

The summer had been an interesting one. Mourning Fred was taking its toll, but there were plenty of lighthearted moments as well. Knowing the war was over and being able to plan for the future brought a sense of fulfillment into my life. That and exploring my evolving relationship with Hermione. I let my mind wander there, and must have had a goofy expression on my face because George interrupted me.

"Ronniekins has been having a different kind of fun, though."

I felt my face heat up and looked between Bill and George. Both were smiling at me, ready to make fun of me if the moment called for it. "Not sure what you mean, George."

George laughed. "I think you do." He took a long chug of his butterbeer, then added, "You and Hermione seem awfully happy together. How's that going?"

"Erm- It's been going well, I think. We haven't really gotten a lot of time alone." I took another sip of my butterbeer, with the hope that they would move onto another topic, but they didn't. Both George and Bill were staring at me intently, waiting for me to elaborate. "So um… our relationship hasn't progressed as far as I would like it to. Physically."

"Ahh," said Bill. "I was wondering when this would come up."

"Right?" said George. "Finally something we can help him with."

As much as this conversation embarrassed me to my core, I conceded. I really could use some advice. "Ok, if you're willing to pass on your wisdom, I'll take it."

Bill and George exchanged a look, and smiled. "Well what do you want to know?"

I swallowed my pride. "She's going back to Hogwarts in September, and I would like to give her something to remember me by."

"Right on," said George.

"The only issue is, since her parents came back, we no longer have any time to ourselves. I'm worried we won't get a chance.."

Both George and Bill nodded in understanding. "Well, we both know a little something about never having time alone, and the problems that can cause," said Bill.

"How do you work around it?" I asked awkwardly.

George and Gill exchanged a glance. "You don't really need time alone."

"I think Hermione would prefer it that way," I said, slightly confused.

"You'd be surprised," said Bill, raising his eyebrows.

"Say, you're at a gathering, such as, I don't know… Sunday dinner at the Burrow," said George.

"Sure.."

"You can find pockets of privacy. You know, when others are distracted."

I sighed. "Again, I don't think Hermione would be very into that."

"How would you know?"

I shrugged. "I guess I wouldn't."

"Exactly," said George. "Here's what you do- you'll need to test the waters. Gauge her interest. Start with some mild physical affection, and gently turn the dial up. You might be surprised what you learn."

The Burrow, August 1998

It was the last Sunday dinner before Hermione left for Hogwarts, and my brothers' advice was still churning around in my mind. We were all seated at the dinner table, feasting away, and the conversation, along with butterbeer, was flowing. But I couldn't focus on any of it because all of my attention was on Hermione next to me.

It was a blistering August day, and thank Merlin for it, because she was wearing a thin vest, and a skirt that moved enticingly with any little breeze.

However, I did notice a few glances from George and Bill across the table. They hadn't forgotten our conversation, and likely knew exactly what I was thinking. I glanced around the table to see that everyone was occupied by either the conversation, or the delicious food, and figured they wouldn't be concerned with my randy self.

I let my gaze wander down to Hermione's leg, right where her skirt had hitched up to reveal her smooth and tanned thigh. I slipped my hand below the table and gently caressed her leg. Just above the thigh, innocently of course, if it needed to be.

I felt her thigh muscle tighten under my touch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her biting her lip, before I felt her leg relax. Her face broke into a very slight grin, if I wasn't looking for it I wouldn't have even noticed.

I slowly slid my hand higher, and she didn't tense up this time. Instead, she shifted her leg towards mine, so her knee pressed against my own leg. With that new position, I had better access, so I let my hand wander toward the inside of her leg, until I felt my fingers grace her knickers. She let out a breath of air in surprise, but again, I didn't feel her resistance and saw that she was still grinning slightly. She kept pressing her leg against mine and casually took another bite of food. I could have sworn she let her fork linger in her mouth a little longer than necessary, but I might have been imagining that.

Shell Cottage, July 1998

"If you get a signal," said Bill, "and you'll know if it's a signal, you'll have to show her what you want."

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "Show her what I want? Isn't it obvious?"

"To you, yes," said George. "But don't assume it's obvious to her."

"Especially for you two," added Bill. "You spent quite a bit of time dancing around your feelings for eachother. Miscommunicating. Hoping the other one would read your mind-"

"Ok, ok, I get it," I said. I didn't really need to be reminded of how much time I wasted, especially since I only had a little bit left before we were separated again.

"What I'm saying is, show her what you want, and be obvious about it. More obvious than you think you need to be."

"Then, you won't be so worried about privacy," said George. "I wouldn't be surprised if privacy was suddenly easy to come by, once you got over your uncertainties about what the other wants."

"Hmm," I said, sipping my butterbeer again. "I could give that a try."

The Burrow, August 1998

My hand was still casually resting against her inner thigh, fingers brushing against her knickers, and she was eating her food as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Her leg pressed against mine, an invitation for me to be there. It was time to show her I wanted her too.

I slowly removed my hand from between her legs, making sure to let them linger, feeling as much of her skin as I could get away with.

I reached my hand around her wrist, and gently pulled her hand across my own leg, guiding it to the bulge in my trousers where my attraction for her was a bit more obvious. I left her hand there as I put my arm around her shoulders. She leaned in toward me, her head resting on my shoulder, but her hand stayed right where I left it. Above the table, we were just a cute, affectionate couple, classy in every way. But below, where no one else could see, she had her hand on my rock hard erection, and was beginning to gently caress me through my trousers. I looked up across the table. My face was probably boiling red, and Hermione's nonchalance about the whole situation wasn't making it any easier for me to contain my desire for her.

It was when I accidently locked eyes with Harry, when I felt a sudden pang of embarrassment. Something about his stare told me he saw right through our innocent charade. I didn't want to think about how, or why he could see through it so easily, but I was grateful when Bill, who noticed our exchange, distracted him by engaging him in conversation.

Thankfully it wasn't my only opportunity to show Hermione what I was after. After dinner, we were helping Mum to clean up and I snuck up behind her while she was drying a dish. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pressed my hips up against her bum, and I knew she could feel me, because she leaned into me almost strategically, so that her backside pressed even more firmly against me. I pressed a kiss to her neck, and she responded by tipping her head to the side, and sliding her hand around my face and into my hair.

We broke apart when someone cleared her throat behind use, and I turned my head around to find Ginny looking at me with raised eyebrows. I knew I was blushing, but I didn't care, leaving a kiss on Hermione's cheek before exiting the room.

When the dishes were done, I found myself sitting next to her on the sofa. There was no table to obscure anyone's view of our hands, so we didn't risk it. But as we sat there, legs pressing together, my arm around her shoulders, and her head resting against mine, we both were very aware of what each other wanted.

If our minds were in the same place, and I hoped they were, we wouldn't need to be truly alone. George was right- we would just need a pocket of privacy.

Shell Cottage, July 1998

"I have a question for you, Ron."

I glanced over at George. "Yeah?"

"You mentioned that you don't get a lot of time alone together," he started.

"True, we don't. At least not anymore."

"But you used to?"

"Yeah, well, in Australia, and a few times before that."

George nodded.

"But since then, we really haven't been alone together."

George reached for another bottle of butterbeer and offered it to me. I obliged, and he pulled another for himself. "Do you mind telling us how far you've gone?" He popped open the cork and took another sip.

"Well, in Australia we moved further than snogging, but not… all the way, if that makes sense."

'It makes sense," said Bill. "But it's vague. Have you seen her naked?"

"Not completely, no."

"Has she seen you naked?"

"Again, not completely, but-"

"She's seen you without your trousers?"

I nodded.

"Tossed you off?" asked George.

I nodded once before throwing back another sip of butterbeer, hoping that my face wasn't too red.

"And have you seen her without her knickers?"

I hesitated before responding, not wanting to embarrass myself. "Seen? No. Felt? Yes."

"OK ok," said George. "I'm just trying to figure out what an appropriate next step would be. You don't want to push her, but you want to make it memorable. Did you get her off?"

I sighed, my face boiling red now. "No, I didn't."

"Ahh," said Bill. He exchanged another meaningful glance with George. "Use your mouth."

"Do you think she would like that?"

"I've yet to meet a girl who doesn't," he responded.

I threw back the rest of my butterbeer, in an effort to hide my blush, and the fact that the thought of tasting Hermione was overwhelming me in a very good way.

"And little brother?" said George. "Don't worry about yourself. Remember, you're trying to give her something to remember you by. Focus on that."

The Burrow, August 1998

Eventually, everyone at the Burrow began to wander around the house and the grounds dispersing into their own conversations. We weren't completely alone, but we were alone enough.

When I exchanged a glance with Hermione, her hungry expression told me all I needed to know to reach for her hand and pull her toward the door.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Outside," I told her. It seemed safe to assume the 'why' was rhetorical.

I guided her outside, past the garden and the firepit in which Bill, George, Harry and Ginny were settled, throwing back butterbeers like they did with me not too long ago. They didn't even seem to notice us pass them, or at least if they did, Bill and George made quick work of keeping their company occupied and distracted.

We approached the garden shed, and Hermione reached for the doors, but I tugged her away from them, pulling her around the outside of the shed to the back. After all, the shed was dark and musty, which wouldn't make for a very memorable experience.

When we reached the far wall of the shed, I cast a quick silencing charm, and turned to face her before placing my hands on her hips, guiding her back to the wall. I caught her lips with mine, and slid my hips up against her, pinning her to the wall. I felt her lips open for me and I let my tongue wander gently into her mouth as my hands slipped a little lower on her hips.

"Ron..," she muttered through the kiss. "Someone could see us."

Before capturing her lips again, I whispered to her, "but I want to see you."

I laid my forehead against hers and she smiled nervously up at me. "Ok then," she said.

As I leaned back in for another kiss, this time guiding her lips open with my own, I slid my tongue back into her mouth. I felt myself growing harder in my trousers and pressed my hips up against her so she could feel it too. I knew she did when I felt her smiling softly against my lips.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss to trail my lips down the side of her neck, and she let her head fall to the side to allow more space for me to kiss her. I found a tender spot and latched on, gently pressing my teeth to her skin. She moaned contentedly, and I felt the vibration of her voice rattle her throat as her fingers slid to the back of my head to grip my hair as she pulled my mouth deeper into her neck.

Brushing my tongue against her skin, I let one hand wander up underneath her vest, until my fingers slipped over the lace of her bra. I gently caressed her breast while listening to her breathing quicken. I lingered there, gently sucking at her neck, until I felt her relax even more underneath me.

"I want to taste you," I asked, when I removed my mouth from her neck. I looked her in the eye, raising my eyebrows for permission.

She smiled nervously and nodded her consent, so I continued on my way, letting go of her breast as I lowered myself to my knees to slip my hands underneath the hem of her skirt. I ran my hands firmly up the outside of her smooth legs, relishing in what a privilege it was to be here, to be so trusted, before hooking my fingers over the edges of her knickers. I felt her legs tremble in anticipation as I slid her knickers down her legs.. When she stepped one foot out, I caught it and pulled it over my shoulder so her inner thigh pressed against my cheek, duckiing my head underneath her skirt.

My breath caught in my throat, and I was overwhelmed by her closeness, yet not truly satisfied. I was simply hungry for even more contact. I wanted to pioneer new territory, and touch her in a way no one had ever done before. I worked my hand from her thigh to between her legs, and I could hear her muffled gasp as my fingers slipped inside her. I gently rested my thumb against the soft bundle of nerves just below where her lips met, circling it teasingly, as her breathing became heavier. Her thigh trembled against my face, and I heard myself groan as my fingers began to move more swiftly when her body adjusted to my touch, becoming wetter, warmer, and smoother. She was dripping down my fingers like condensation melting in the summer heat, and I was lost in my desire to taste her. I slid my fingers out of her and slipped them into my mouth, groaning as her taste overwhelmed me. She was the most delicious thing I'd ever experienced, and so very uniquely Hermione.

"You taste so fucking good," I said hungrily, quietly enough that she might not have even heard me. But I reckoned she did, because her response was to hook her leg around my head, and guide my face closer to her. I couldn't help but crack a smile before my lips met hers and I kissed her just as passionately as I did that first time in the Room of Requirement.

The simple closeness of her, and the intimacy and trust it required nearly sent me over the edge. Not to mention the mouthwatering taste of her made my erection grow, throbbing with my attraction for her. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue across her clit, as an enticing moan escaped her lips. Dragging my lips lower, my tongue pressed further between her legs, resting at her opening. I let my nose settle against the soft bundle of nerves above, inhaling her scent as I continued to taste her, sliding my tongue inside her. I ran my hands toward her center, where my mouth met her, and hooked my fingers around her lips. She gasped as I gently guided her lips open, so I could get even deeper, tasting more of her.

"Oh my god, Ron."

I smiled into her as she pressed her hips firmly to my face, and shifted her leg to the side to give me more access. I dragged my tongue slowly back up to her clit, running it gently from side to side, taking my time before closing my lips again over her mound and sucking gently. Each suck was met with a thrust from her hips, gaining force and confidence as pleasure began to overtake her. I met her pacing, even as it quickened. Her hand wrapped around my head and her fingers tangled into my hair as she pulled me closer, and she tightened her leg around my face. I couldn't move away from her, but I also couldn't imagine a world where I would want to.

"Ron, I'm going to-"

She tangled her fingers more firmly into my hair, and pressed herself against my mouth. With one hand I gripped her thigh tighter as her legs trembled beneath my touch, and I slid my other hand deeper into her. I felt her muscles throb around me, gripping and releasing my fingers as her breathing turned into a pant. She exhaled breathy, taunting gasps as she grew closer to release. I opened my mouth even wider and hungrily ran my tongue up and down her center while listening to her panting and moaning, her voice vibrating under my mouth as I hummed contentedly against her.

My face was dripping with her. I continued working my mouth, pulling her hips against my face, sucking, licking, inhaling, and tasting her. My cock throbbed in my trousers when she let out a high pitched, breathy, satisfying scream, a sound I had only ever heard in my fantasies. She had completely lost herself in her pleasure, as it was a sound I would have never guessed she'd make outside at the Burrow, and I thanked myself for having the forethought to cast a quick muffliato charm earlier. Her body tightened around my fingers, and her leg was wrapped securely around my face as she jetted her hips up against my mouth. I moaned as my mouth watered, filling with her taste, and I felt her wetness trickle down my cheeks when she finally relaxed, breathing heavily, her hips moving up and down with each inhale and exhale. For a moment I wished I could see her face and watch her expression change as she unraveled and recovered, but I couldn't bring myself to move my mouth away from her.

"Ron," she breathed. "Fuck."

Her breathing steadied, but I kept my mouth on her, gently caressing her with my tongue until I felt her regain the support of her leg and loosen her grip in my hair. I pressed a final kiss to her clit as she shuddered against me, before guiding her leg off of my shoulder. Reluctantly, I removed my head from her skirt, trailing a line of kisses down her thigh so she had no doubt in her mind about how much I wish I could stay right there. In fact, I hoped I had left no doubt how much I wished she could stay right here too. Screw going back to Hogwarts, I could just do this to her everyday instead. I pulled myself to my feet, meeting her gaze as I wrapped my arms around her waist and landed my forehead on hers.

"Merlin," she said.

I landed a kiss to her forehead. "You." Another on her nose. "Are." Followed by a lingering kiss on her lips. "So beautiful."

She smiled softly, pressing her forehead to mine. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said with all the sincerity in the world.

"Are you trying to make me miss you more than I already will?" she asked, as her eyes began to glisten with tears.

I pulled her into a hug and she softened into my arms.. "Just giving you something to remember me by."

"I'll say," she said, as she tightened her arms around me, burying her face into my chest while I held her closer, savoring this rare pocket of privacy where she was all mine, at least for now.