They reached the door of the her room. It really wasn't supposed to be her room, she reflected. Her room should have been the first door down the hall, not the last. When Ron finally accepted the position of Head Boy, he arranged with Dumbledore that his room should be the first door down, then the Prefect's Rooms should come next, while the Head Girl's room should be the last. The arrangement was a strategy in the event the school would be invaded. He reckoned that as Head Boy, he should be the first line of defense of Gryffindor Tower. The Prefects would back him up, and the Head Girl should be able to escape and regroup if the need arose.
He set her down gently. Her brain was protesting madly, so she leaned on him to keep contact with his body. He was so solid, so warm against her side, she could fall asleep standing up as long as he was there. She felt him pull out his wand from his pocket.
"Alohomora," he said. The door clicked, but didn't open. "What's the password?" he asked.
"Bubotuber pus," she answered. The door swung open.
He put one hand on the small of her back to guide her inside. A bolt of electricity shot from his hand and sent little shockwaves along her spine. 'Breathe, Hermione, breathe,' she reminded herself. Just then, she felt his hand leaving her back. 'NO! Why did he -- oh!!' He was taking off his outer robes and school jumper. He must have felt hot from the exertion of carrying her four flights up. He unbuttoned his collar and unknotted his tie, letting it hang from the back of his neck. When he started to roll his sleeves up, she really did try not to drool.
Once they were inside, the door swung shut and automatically locked behind them. Seconds later, the walls started to shimmer as a Silencing spell automatically wrapped around the room. She had set the spell herself so she could have absolute silence when studying. It was also very handy for when she went into one of her weeping bouts over Ron and didn't want anyone to hear her screaming and throwing things. But now that they were alone in her room, she felt uncomfortably warm. She saw a frown on his face that meant he disapproved of her somehow. What was he thinking about? Did he think she'd had boys up in her room before? 'Because I never have. Well, except for Neville, but that was strictly for homework. Oh, and for counseling, but I always made sure there was a table between me and whoever I was talking to,' she babbled as if he could hear her.
Suddenly, she remembered him asking for the same spell for his room. 'Did he have girls up in his room? I bet he did! His fan club never did leave him alone. I bet some of them pretended to need counseling just so they could be alone with him, then they probably jumped him and forced themselves on him. Hell, I bet all he had to do was ask some blonde tart to check out his room and they'd be inside for hours!' She was fuming now. She calmed herself down before smoke started pouring out her ears.
The silence was becoming painful, but she couldn't think of anything to say. 'I really should say something. He looks like he's going to fidget himself to death. Thank you sounds nice. But I DON'T want to say it. I'm angry. Oh, but look at him! Well, I suppose I should get it over with.' She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but he beat her to it.
"Are you going to be all right?" he asked in the same soft voice that made her weak in the hallway earlier. Her anger faded.
"I think I'll be fine. Thank you, Ron," she answered. There was a heavy pause. She looked down at her shoes and studied them as though Snape would quiz her on them in the morning.
"You're welcome." He started to turn away.
'Don't go, Ron! Do something! Make him stay!' her brain screamed. "S-so... so... How's... Pig doing?" she blurted out. 'Oh, that's smooth! He'll really want to stay now.' He turned back to face her. There was an unreadable expression on his face. 'Wait, look! He's not leaving! Is he -- coming closer?'
He stepped up to her. "Your robes are filthy," he whispered. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached out and unclasped her robes. He shook the dirt off them, then walked over to the laundry basket beside her dresser and chucked them in. He slung his robes and jumper on the back of one of the chairs in the room.
"I'm sorry about our fight earlier," he said, as he stepped back towards her. Her body was starting to tremble again.
"You don't have to apologize. It was my fault, too," she said, unconsciously backing towards the bed. Oh, dear gods, her collar and tie were strangling her, and her jumper was making her sweat.
"Why do we fight all the time?" His voice got lower as his body got closer to hers. She felt as though she had been Stupefied. She'd never had to think so hard and so fast for an answer to a question before.
"It's what we do. We've been doing it since first year, so I suppose we enjoy it." Her voice was a mere whisper now.
"Do we enjoy it? Do you really think I enjoy being angry with you half the time? Do you think it makes me happy that I make you cry? Half the school sees you bursting into tears after our fights, so don't try to deny it."
'Oh no, he knows! What do I do?' "I... I... don't cry about it all the time."
"Of course you don't. Other times you threaten to hex me. When you're really mad you skip the threats and just curse me."
Suddenly she realized something. "But... but you KNOW how to block almost any curse! So why do you let me hex you?" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
His ears turned red, as if he was caught doing something embarrassing. "I reckon I deserve it. For making you cry, you see."
She gasped. How could he be so... so... Ron? She fell in love with him all over again. "Oh, Ron, I hate it when we fight, but I just can't help it. Can you understand? Because I can't."
"Maybe I do." He stepped closer.
"Can you explain it to me, then?" She nearly fainted when she felt the warm zephyr of his breath on her forehead.
"No, but I think I can show you." He took her in his arms and brushed his lips against hers.
White-hot light coursed through her body. She moved her lips in time with his. She really was going to faint now. But she couldn't, because if she did, she'd have to stop kissing him. His lips left hers to kiss her right cheek, the tip of her nose, her forehead, her left cheek and her chin. Then he sealed his mouth over hers again, kissing her deeper and deeper. Their tongues were sliding against each other. 'Where did he learn to kiss like this?' she wondered.
That one question suddenly made her feel as though a bucket of ice had been dumped on her head. She ended the kiss as tears began to fill her eyes. She knew exactly who taught him to kiss that way. She knew she was being unreasonable, but she was jealous; jealous of girls that have already left school. It wasn't that they'd fancied him. In fact, two of them were Fred and George's girlfriends. She desperately wanted to be the one who gave Ron his first kiss, but they beat her to it.
They. Them. Whatever. Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet had grabbed him and kissed him when they won their first Quidditch game back in his fifth year. They'd been ecstatic that their new Keeper had, well, kept well. Fred and George had looked on with a mixture of mirth and horror on their faces before pulling Angelina and Katie away. Then they threatened Alicia they'd tell Oliver Wood exactly what she did when he wasn't looking. The three girls laughed at the twins, and soon all the Gryffindors were laughing. Except her. She remembered Harry had stopped laughing long enough to give her a sympathetic look. Ron, who had been too busy blushing to the roots of his hair, had grabbed her and Ginny into a fierce hug to cover his embarrassment. But to her, the damage had been done. One of her dreams had been shattered. To add insult to injury, the three girls grabbed him and kissed him every time they won; and they won every game they played that year. The twins insinuated that that was the reason ickle baby Ronniekins had been so, er, inspired.
"'Mione, look, I'm sorry I offended you. But I'm not sorry I kissed you. I've been wanting to kiss you for a very long time." She didn't look at him.
"You're not going to make me feel guilty for this," he growled. She still didn't look at him. She was too busy trying to stop her tears from falling.
He must have read her mind. "Hang on, is this about Angelina, Katie and Alicia? Bloody hell, 'Mione, can't you let it go?!" She didn't answer him. There was nothing to say; he knew her too well.
"All right, that's IT!" The next thing she knew, her lips were being crushed against his. Her mouth was being coaxed open and ravaged. All her defenses were crumbling. Her body was melting into his. Then, she found herself kissing him back, giving him as much as he gave her. She was clinging to him desperately, fighting to keep upright, to meet his attack and revel in it.
She felt him draw out his wand from his pocket. There was a swoosh, and suddenly she was completely naked. All her clothes had been banished. She froze in shock. He seemed terribly pleased.
He drew back a little to look at her body. "God, Hermione, you're magnificent!" His voice was hoarse with want. She moved to put a hand over his eyes, so he wouldn't see her. But as she looked up, she saw desire darkening his eyes. It was enough to make moisture pool deep inside her. She was consumed with a desire to see the wonderful muscles on his arms, his chest, his thighs. She wanted to know the feeling of holding his hardness in her hands.
With a groan she tried to unbutton his shirt. Her trembling fingers would not cooperate. She tried ripping his shirt open, but there was no strength in her hands. He gave a little laugh and brushed her fingers aside. He turned his wand on himself and banished his clothes.
It was her turn to look at his body. She tried to keep her voice even as she spoke. "Hmm, you look just a bit better than someone I've seen before. Of course, he was a bit younger than you are now."
His whole face turned crimson. "You -- you've seen another man naked before?! Who -- who -- was it KRUM?!" He looked ready to explode.
She giggled at his reaction. He was so easy to tease sometimes. "I've seen you almost naked once, remember? In your boxers and bruises all over. Does that count?"
His eyes lit up in remembrance. "Oh, you... you... scarlet woman! Come here!" He picked her up and threw her onto the bed, then lowered himself onto her. He muttered something she couldn't understand before he tossed his wand away.
The feel of their naked bodies touching made her gasp for breath. His mouth and tongue carefully laved every inch of her: her earlobes, the crook of her neck, her breasts, her navel. 'This is heaven!' She thought nothing could ever excite her more. She was wrong. When he latched his mouth onto her delicate crevice, she screamed at the unbearable pleasure of it. "OH MY GOD! RON!!" Her body writhed and arched into him. She climaxed, screaming his name over and over. Still, he didn't stop the delicious torture of his tongue. When she fell over the edge a second time, she knew she had to feel him inside her.
"Ron, please..." She tugged weakly at his hair.
He trailed kisses up her body as he moved. She watched him poise himself at her opening and slip inside her. She cried out softly as she felt a twinge that seemed to stretch her heart. The feeling quickly gave way to pleasure as he started to rock gently. Soon, she needed more.
"Ron -- faster -- please --" He complied. One of his hands slid between their joined bodies to caress her in time with his thrusts. She started to scream his name again as she flew over the edge. He shuddered violently and emptied himself inside her.
He collapsed on top of her. She threw her arms around him and lay back onto the pillows. She traced her fingernails across his back in random patterns. After a few moments, he rolled off her and rolled her onto him. In turn, he traced his fingernails across her back. She shivered with delight.
She was being slowly hypnotized by his fingers dancing on her skin. She lay peacefully on top of him until he said, "I want to taste you again." He rolled over until she was under him once more.
"But, you shouldn't -- I mean, we just -- isn't it going to be --" Her voice trailed off as his tongue teased her sensitive core. It only took a few moments before she reached her peak again. She spread her legs for him so he could fill her with his hardness until she was breathless with satisfaction.
After a minor eternity, her breathing became even again. When she opened her eyes, she found he was hovering above her, an elbow propped on each side of her to support his weight. "You taste better than any dessert I've ever had."
That was it. He didn't know he had released something wild that had been asleep within her, and now she needed to satisfy its endless hunger. "Is that so? Then you won't mind if I had a taste of you, too," she retorted.
She flipped him onto his back and straddled his thighs. She looked at that part of him that was so different from hers. It stiffened before her eyes as she brushed her fingers over it. She glanced at him; he was gasping for breath. She trailed her fingers over and under his length. 'He's... big, isn't he?' she mused. He moaned. She grinned.
She bent down and grazed the tip of his arousal with her tongue. His whole body quivered. 'He can dish it out, but he can't take it. This is going to be so much fun,' she thought.
"Scarlet woman," he growled.
"I haven't even started yet, Keeper boy," she crooned. She laughed as his eyes glazed over.
She took his tip into her mouth and let her tongue slide over and around it several times. Then she slowly licked his entire length, making him moan continuously.
"Stop -- stop -- I need to be inside you -- please, 'Mione --"
His words lit a fire in her belly that had to be quenched. She shut off her brain and let her instincts guide her. She lowered herself onto his hardness and started to rock. One of his hands flew to her hips to help her find her rhythm; the other stroked her intimately. She started to bounce frantically. After a minute or two, she came with a violent shudder. He rolled her onto her back and pounded into her until the whole world exploded.
His weight on top of her was so comforting. She could feel his heart beating fit to burst through his hard chest and into hers. She smiled, knowing that she was responsible for the chaos inside him. She was about to fall asleep when her deepest secret gushed out.
"I love you, Ron."
Somewhere in her dreams she felt the warmth of his voice and the promise of his love wrap around her, giving her a home she knew would always be waiting for her. His face was all she saw, and his voice was the only thing she heard, all night long.
When she woke up, he was gone.