Chapter 58: Mount This Broom

Ron and Hermione strolled away from the impromptu back-to-back wedding ceremony, hand-in-bashful-hand. They felt truly happy for Ginny and Harry, their friends, and also for Harry's mother.

"Mrs. Potter taking Snape in marriage, though – who'd have thought it?"

"Probably as few who thought Snape might be really a double agent working for our side," Hermione prattled out an amusingly literal answer to the question, looping an arm through Ron's and resting her head on his shoulder.

Ron chuckled. "With how all's well that ends well, I wasn't surprised more weren't lining up to get shot-wand hitched; there might have been a queue."

"Unless it involves going to the courthouse, I wouldn't want to get in line to get married, or do some double wedding and share the spotlight with anyone else!" Hermione chuckled.

Ron laughed, and then gazing down at his best girl's lovely face, he took a deep breath as he made a perhaps impulsive, but nevertheless consequential decision. "Fine. So we won't, then. Go to the courthouse, I mean."

Hermione swayed to a dead stop, turning to face him fully, an adorable shock and dawning realization warring across her face, even as her lips quirked in bemusement. "Ronald….? Are you suggesting what I think you're….?"

"Oh, I'm not suggesting. I'm asking. Proposing," and the eldest Weasley son got down on one knee, heart hammering as Hermione dropped his arm, both hands going to her mouth to hold in an astonished gasp. "Hermione Jean Granger…. will you marry me?"

Hermione let out a tearful whimper, moisture pooling into her brown eyes. Her hands shaking as she lowered them from around her beaming mouth, she wetly giggled. "All these shotgun weddings…."

"Shot-wand, love…."

She put her hands prissily on her hips. "It's shotgun where I come from in the Muggle world, and you know it!" They both shared a laugh. "As I was saying… all these…. shotgun, shot-wand, whatever…. have really made you romantic, haven't they?"

Ron smirked guiltily. "What can I say? It's springtime, the only pretty ring time…."

Hermione gawked out a twittering laugh as her lover launched into cheeky song. Undeterred, Ron got to his feet, stealing his arms around Hermione's waist to pull her close. "Birds sing, hey-ding, a ding-a-ding-a-ding-ding…"

She slapped his chest lightly, brown eyes sparkling. "You really are impossible…" Her voice was cut off as Ron suddenly gripped her chin in his hand and deeply kissed her. Purring contentedly, Hermione allowed it, lashes fluttering dreamily when they broke apart.

"What…. what was that for?" she gasped, breathless.

"Well, I certainly didn't want our first kiss last term to be the final word!" Ron chortled. In the next instant, his face fell. "Unless…. That's not what you wanted…."

In answer, Hermione looped her arms about Ron's neck and returned his kiss passionately. "I want to keep kissing you," she murmured happily along the seam of his lips. Drawing away, she sucked in a breath. "And…. yes, I want to marry you! I… I will marry you!"

Whooping, Ron picked Hermione up and swirled her around before setting her down and kissing her again.

"Hmmm….. Mmmm… Wait," Hermione gasped against his insistent lips. "While we're on the subject of what we want and don't want…. I don't want to get married without my parents there. We wait until we've recovered them and their memories, and then…. we can plan the wedding."

Ron smirked. "I think I can compromise." They kissed again, a light, chaste peck. "And while I would want to mount a broom and fly off after our reception…. I understand if you wouldn't," he conceded, recalling the conversation they had had when they were 11.

To his surprise and elation, Hermione simply smiled, amused. "Hmmm…. I think I can compromise."

Giggling, smiling into each other's eyes, Ron and Hermione embraced and kissed….

…. And when they broke apart, it seemed, it was nearly a year later, and Hermione was beaming, resplendent in a white bridal dress with matching veil. Across the front lawn of the Burrow, under the marquee, hundreds of guests broke into wild applause and cheers, Neville, as Best Man, whooping loudest of all. Bashfully dashing back up the aisle now as husband and wife, the newlyweds started off the reception by sharing the first dance of their wedding. Then it was time to cut the cake, Hermione fretting adorably how it looked too good to eat, never mind slice. Her reticence was such that she allowed her husband to serve the first piece.

She shouldn't have, for Ron was suddenly pushing the first slice directly into her face, sending a stream of icing halfway up her nose. Blinking in startled shock, Hermione watched as the man she loved, the man she'd married, roared with laughter.

"You've got cake on your nose, by the way? Did you know? Just there."

Flushing with embarrassment at how the other guests were howling uproariously at the inside joke, one that went back to the time she and Ron had first met as children, Hermione recovered quickly enough to seize a fistful of cake (without even slicing it) and return fire in kind. Throwing back her head and laughing musically, Hermione reached a hand up around Ron's neck and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him soundly. As he kissed her back, the liplock quickly turned into an odd kind of make-out session that nonetheless managed to lick and peck all the icing away from their faces.

Then Ron was sweeping Hermione off her feet, to her delighted squeals of protest, and carrying her grandly over to a waiting broomstick. Taking his bride by her waist, Ron gallantly helped her mount the thing before swinging on behind her, allowing his wife to settle against his chest as he held her to him. Beaming shyly, a blushing Hermione cried happy tears as her husband kicked off the ground and lifted them into the sky. She clung to him, even as she felt satisfied to have gone back on her childhood vow once to never mount a broom, even after getting married.

And as Mr. Ronald and Mrs. Hermione Weasley romantically embraced and sank into a long kiss, the broom which now ferried them off to their honeymoon disappeared into the sunset.

Once Ron had swept her off her feet and carried her grandly into their honeymoon suite, Hermione barely allowed her husband to set her down before she attacked him with her lips.

A delighted Ron, stunned and dazed with wonder, proceeded to snog her back eagerly and when she came up for a gulp of air, his impossibly blue eyes were blinking dumbly, taking her in with love, adoration and awe. The expression was so entirely adorable that a beaming Hermione threw back her head and laughed musically.

"That'll wake you up!" Giggling, she kissed him again, more passionately this time.

And also dared to let her hands wander past the waistband of his trousers, then the elastic of his underwear. Feeling something stiff brush against her fingers, she cupped him in her fist, causing Remus to choke into her mouth.

"Her…. Hermione…." he croaked.

Hermione simply rested a finger against his lips. "Shhhhhhh..." she whispered. Hiding a smile, she held out her hands to him. "Come on." And taking him by the hands, Hermione guided Ron with purpose back to their marriage bed. When they reached the four-poster, Hermione playfully shoved her lover down onto the mattress. Remus let out a tiny laugh in surprise, and giggling, she shushed him again, before drawing the curtains and swinging one creamy thigh over his hips so she could straddle him.

Ron's baritone chuckle quickly morphed into a whimper. "Hermione…"

"Sssssh…." Hermione rested a soft finger on his lips again. "Ron… I really do love you." And then, dipping her head, she replaced her finger with her warm and wet mouth. She shivered thrillingly, pleased, when she felt Ron's arms encircle her tightly. His mouth fell open to greet her eager tongue. Soon, she moved on to kissing his face, his hooded eyelids, before leaning back to shuck her wedding dress from her body.

Pinned beneath her, Ron stared, transfixed, as Hermione slowly and methodically unbuttoned her bra and cast this off too. There was a soft rustling sound as the articles of clothing tumbled to the floor, pooling at the foot of her bed.

Hermione now sat astride her husband in nothing but her knickers, letting her boobs hang free like juicy apples. Stretching out over him, she kissed him again, hands reaching and fisting the cloth that still maddeningly dressed him.

"Godric, Hermione…..!" Ron whimpered against her lips.

"I want to take you to bed, Ronald," she whispered along his tongue, which was swishing at the seams of her mouth. "I…. I want to make love to you."

He drew back to stare at her. "If that's what you want."

She twittered out a giggle. "It's my wedding night. Our wedding night. Of course it's what I want!"Smirking impishly, she lifted her wand and waved it. Within a moment, all of Ron's clothes were off his body, neat and folded even at the foot of her bed.

"Now, then, Mr. Weasley: would you care to make love to your wife like a gentleman?"

Ron gulped. "I would care," he hissed. "Very much."

Smiling radiantly, Hermione threw her arms about his neck and kissed Ron senseless. Humming, purring, they rolled over in each other's embrace so that Ron had flipped them, she lying beneath. Breaking the kiss lazily, the couple gazed into each other's eyes.

"Don't be afraid…."

"I'm not afraid," Hermione interrupted, lovingly playing with the nape of his neck. Her other hand bracing his chest, she inhaled deeply, breathing out with anticipation, "Put your hands on me, Ronald."

He sighed and pecked her lips sweetly. "Where did you come from? What did I do to deserve you?"

"Is that a rhetorical question? Cause if it isn't, I can tell you that saving me from a troll had more than a little to do with it…. Hmmmm….." Hermione's prattling died in her throat as Ron kissed her with a passion that made her lose her breath.

"Your babbling is adorable, love, but I think you should be making other noises while I shag you." There was a very thrilling growl to Ron's voice all of a sudden, and his eyes were dark with lust.

Hermione bobbed her head frantically. "Too right. Now, take me!"

He took her. With one, fierce plunge he was inside her. Hermione arched her back against the pinch of virgin discomfort, whimpering, straining to keep the tears from pricking her eyes. But soon the pain faded, to be replaced only by her and Ron's twin groans at being united in this way.

Slowly, Ron began to thrust. Smirking shyly, Hermione lifted her hips meet him. There was a delicious, squelching, slapping sound as their torsos came together. Lolling her head back into the pillows, amidst the sounds of the bedsprings creaking, Hermione moaned happily.

"Huhhhhh… Uhhhhhh… Ohhhhhh….. Mmmmmmm….. Hmmmmm…. Merlin, yes, Ron! Just like that! Ooooooo…. Oooooooooo… Ahhhhhhh…"

Gritting his teeth, Ron pounded her into the mattress, feeling pressure build up within his member.

"Hermione, love, I can't….. Merlin, I'm close…. I've gotta…. Let me pull…."

But Hermione simply clamped her thighs around his middle, trapping him.

"You're not going anywhere," she stated firmly. "You're going to cum deep inside me. And you can stay in there as long as you like. And if we make a baby, I wouldn't mind at all."

Ron gaped at her, half-enthralled, half-terrified. "You... you want to have my..."

She merely growled and humped against him more frantically. "Please, Ron... place a baby inside me. I want your child deep inside me..."

At that, Ron lost all control. "Hermione!" And he ejaculated deep within her tight walls.

Bucking frantically, Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a happy scream as she too rode out her orgasm just a moment later.

Ron's sweaty form collapsed on top of her, and the pair held each other in the rising sunlight, panting. Stroking his face, Hermione deeply kissed Ron, who was still staring at her in wonder.

"I want to be a mother, someday, Ronald. I want to bear your child. Someday. Weasleys are you supposed to have lots of redheaded babies, remember?"

Ron smirked wolfishly. "I always have adored the way you think, love. Why don't we get started on making those children of ours then?"

Hermione beamed, rolling over to straddle her lover, sitting back astride his thighs regally, enthroned there. "Inspired idea!"Kissing him quickly, she began to ride him, furiously bounce on him, her palms pressed into his chest. When she came again, impaled on his member, her orgasm washed over her with such force, she saw stars.

All night, the bride moaned, and all night the bedsprings creaked beneath the newly married Weasleys as they had sex.

"MMMMMMM! HMMMMMMMMM! HUHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHH!"