A/N: All characters mention belongs to J.K Rowling. I would appreciate not getting flamed for this story for it was my first attempt at writing RW/HG so PLEASE be nice ^^;;; I promise to improve in the near future if there are any problems. But if you do have any comments please let me know, for future reference of course ^^;;; Chapter 4… erm.. I KNOW it's a story based on Hermione's POV, but I got stuck with what she should have done next, so I decided to add some of Ron's POV too ^_^. Makes it exciting doesn't it? And this is like about a few days after the Library incident (Ch. 3) Well you'll see ^_~ Now on with the story, I hope you like it.


Within the Mind of Hermione Granger

*~* The Perfect Crime *~*

Hermione's P.O.V

I sighed after the long day of classes came to an end. I had just finished studying in the library and was on my way back to the Prefect's rooms. Nothing could be anymore tiring or unbearable at this moment. Ron was acting quite different or so I've noticed. He seems more secretive than usual and he seems to be smiling at me more… does he know? No of course not… Ron wouldn't know… Oy vey… I can't even insult him like I use to… It's been a long day anyway too tired to even think of something terrible…

I sighed as I said the password to my room, yet upon entering and shutting the door I noticed that I wasn't alone anymore. There he was, sitting on my bed and reading the most private section of my life in which I never thought anyone had the decency to read.

"Ronald Weasley what are you doing in here?! Are you reading my Journal?" I asked as I caught him red handed.

He sat on my bed in my dorm (Gods knows how he got in.) reading my lavender Journal. His cheeks were flushed a bit; I have a very 'graphic' mind when it comes to writing, especially when I write in my journal. That was where I wrote all my dreams I had of him for the past three weeks. As I saw the look on his face I semi blushed as those blue eyes of his stared at me from the doorframe in which I stood at. Yet now his eyes looked darker which I discovered was a lustful passion.

"Hermione! You're so-"

"Graphic? Horny? Descriptive? Sexually 'hungry'?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest and walked towards him.

"That too, but I was gonna say 'artistic' I cant believe you can write like this… I never knew what a dirty little mind you ha—"

"You prat!" I snapped as I swiped my journal away from his hands.

He then took me by my wrists and held me.

"How long have you been dreaming of me?" he asked in a low and husky voice.

I blushed, as I knew what his attempt was, the slight bulge in his pants told me otherwise . . .

"Ron, what are you-"

Before I had a chance to protest, he sat me down and rounded on me. He pinned me to my bed. He then got on his knees and pinned my legs with his arms resting on them. Any closer and he could travel under my skirt and . . . well I won't think about it . . .

"Hermione, just answer the question." Ron said softly looking up at me with those innocent sapphire eyes. They reminded me of two pieces of the night sky, when he gave me that look, he made me want to melt.

I sighed and looked away from him as I answered. I blushed so badly I felt like I was on the verge of a meltdown.

"Nearly a month." I admitted softly, "You're like a plague you know? Invading my personal space and shit."

I bit my tongue, I didn't mean that, it was just a defense mechanism I did when I wanted to get away from what was really the truth. What I really wanted to tell him was how much I longed for him, for his touch, for his love…

"Hermione." He murmured softly as I felt his trace my thighs under my skirt. I looked at him as he began to work his magic on my legs.

"Wha-wha- whaaaaat are you doing?!" I asked him in shock as I tried to stand up.

As I looked at him he was so perfect. And those hands of his were so gentle on my flesh. I was as though he was touching delicate china that could break under his hold if he just nearly tapped it. I looked at him, and he was just... just… dear gods I couldn't describe what I felt at that very moment. There he was, that boy with his head of scruffy red hair that seemed to even redder with the glow of the fireplace in my room. Those full suckable lips, those seductive eyes that seemed to be undressing me each moment I look at them . . . the sculptured muscles, the firm legs, . . . and that HUGE of a bulge in his trousers! Fuck how can anyone that thick not to notice an erection like that just begging to come out! Good sweet Merlin . . . I can't even think . . .

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Ron' P.O.V

" . . . he held me in his strong arms, we were inches away from sheer bliss! He looked at me with such hunger that . . ."

I read quietly as I sat on Hermione's bed. Is this what she thought of me? I thought she despised me!

"I then felt him enter. I was nervous as I felt him fill me to the hilt. When he started moving however . . . I thought I died and went to heaven!"

I blushed at this . . . she wanted me! She craved me! She needed me to give her what she desired, and hell, I will give it to her…

"I was on the verge of . . ."

"Ronald Weasley what are you doing in here?!" I heard Hermione gasp as she saw me on her bed, " Are you reading my Journal?"

'Bloody hell!' I thought, cursing myself as I slowly looked up at her.

She was in full Granger rage! A couple of her chestnut curls covered half of her face, those light brown eyes that pierced me as she stood there with her hands on her hip and tapping her foot on the floor. Her pouty pink lips I wanted to bite, suck and kiss . . . Merlin . . . she was beautiful. More than any girl I've ever seen in school, she was the most radiant. My face felt hot as I looked at her. She looked like a goddess . . . those arms, her waist, her thighs . . . everything . . .

"Hermione! You're so-"

"Graphic? Horny? Descriptive? Sexually 'hungry'?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest and walked towards me.

She was all those and more! At that moment I didn't know what came over me . . . I wanted to pin her on the beg and just take her. I had no idea what came over me. All I saw and realized was that she and I were in a room together, I was sitting on her bed, rock hard with what I just read in her journal

"That too, but I was gonna say 'artistic' I cant believe you can write like this. I never knew what a dirty little mind you ha—" I started to say she grabbed her journal from my hands and called me a 'prat'.

I don't know how it happened but it did. I just grabbed her wrist looked straight into her stormy eyes and asked most confidently,

"How long have you been dreaming of me?"

My passions were starting to get to me. My arousal accelerated and I felt myself knocking against the zipper of my trousers.

I saw her eyes trailing down from my eyes, to my chest, to my torso then at last unto my er-pants. I noticed that she blushed a bit more, as she saw my bulge twitch somewhat . . .

"Ron, what are you-"

I made my attempt to distract her I got on my knees on the floor and pinned her with my arms on her legs.

They were so warm . . .

Sweet Merlin . . .

What's happening to me?

She was nervous I knew that. I traced her scorching thighs with my fingertips. My cock gave another twitch. I saw her looking at me. I heard her sigh and I noticed that eye eyes widened a fraction more. I also watched as she blushed and even deeper shade of red.

"Hermione, just answer the question." I said softly caressing her legs even more.

"Nearly a month." She answered softly, "You're like a plague you know? Invading my personal space and shit."

I knew she didn't mean that. I've known her for a good long time, and when she blurt things out without thinking of them first, she was either nervous or wanted to change the subject. But I couldn't just change to something else. I just discovered that the woman of my fantasies and desires thinks of me the exact same way that I think of her. Before I met Hermione I always saw myself as alone for the rest of my days, like Bill, Charlie and Percy. They had no time to settle down and create a family, what with them living and working for long hours…

Wait what was that? Did I just think…

"Hermione." I murmured softly as I traced her thighs once more.

Then I bunched her skirt just a tad. I teased her continuously. Hearing her small pants and soft murmuring protests. I was going to make her fantasies a reality . . . I wanted to make her dreams a reality…

"Ron! What are you doing?!" she asked me in shock as I stood up over her.

She was staring into my face . . .

She was so beautiful . . .

Scrawled like that on her bed. The fireplace was roaring with a blaring fire, and no one else was around, the door was locked to boot. Ah the perfect crime . . .

I decided to take my chances, I knew that there would never be another opportunity like this, ever. So I gathered my courage, leaned over to her and kissed her.

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Hermione's P.O.V.

Our lips clashed and our hot tongues battled. This wasn't an innocent first kiss . . . this was raw emotion! It was starving, savage, bruising, feverish . . . Ron was determined to be the vector, but he wasn't. I moved away a bit, feeling that my cheek flared hot and were probably red. My hair a bit messy, it trailed against my face, my heart flying out of my chest as it hammered against my ribs. The only thing I heard was my soft breathing.

I stared at Ron, I saw his lips were a bit swollen from our kisses, he just looked so appealing and wonderful . . . my lips were parted as I panted from our feverish kisses. He slowly moved towards me. I felt as though everything was in slow motion and I was glued to the bed . . .

I saw that he took off his robes, and was wearing his school vest that went well with his body. He was well built and I knew what a body he had. The shirt and vest hugged at his wide set chest nicely. He hastily took off his tie and tossed it aside as he rose over me. All I felt was sheer passion and the softness of the mattress on my bed.

He kissed me again and I gave in. I wrapped my arms around the nape of his neck, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

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Ron' P.O.V

My passion getting to the better of me, especially now that I am with the girl of my wildest fantasies come true. After placing Hermione back down on the softness of her bed, I hooked my fingers onto either side of her lace panties and slid them off her. They were a tad soaked at the soft white cotton surface, her juices hot and moist. I wanted to taste her so badly . . .

I leaned over under her skirt. She just looked at me with that passion drunk expression, she never looked more appealing in my life. When I saw this expression on Hermione, she seemed to glow so radiantly, that my words escaped me.

I leaned down, hearing her hiss as my lips continued their mistreating on her thighs, I felt her shift a bit. This made me smile as I went in for the kill. I never done this before, to anyone, yet my body knew exactly what to do.

My tongue met her labia and nothing had ever felt so good in all my life. Her folds were scorching, and the smell of her arousal surrounded me. It seemed like I knew all her hot spots and desire buttons, because no matter where I moved to I heard her beg softly,

"More, more."

So I gave her more. I felt like I knew her thoughts and desires. When I could tell that the sensations became too great for her, I retreated my tongue retreated and licked around her opening, giving her clit time to lose some of it's sensitivity. But as soon as I noticed that she had recovered, it reattached to the small nub of nerves and went full force.

"Oh Ron please, I need you now." I heard her whimper.

I removed my mouth from her scorching opening that begged me to continue. I kissed her inner thighs and I felt her contract against my touch. This made me grin. I stood up then discarded my belt. I unzipped my fly and undid the button. I slid off my trousers as well as my pants. I looked down then took myself. With one hand I held myself up, with the other I guided her slippery gash to me. She was so hot inside. Hot and fairly tight. I felt her slick greedy little cunt grabbling onto me. It was the most wonderful feeling I've ever felt in my life.

"Oh Ron!" I heard her scream a bit.

I moaned as I began to move gently. Honestly, I did care a lot about Hermione. I cared about her more than anyone and any girl I ever been involved with. Something deep within me told me that we could last forever together. And dear Merlin, I truly loved her. She is everything I ever wanted everything I've ever hoped for…

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Hermione's POV

"Ron! Oh Ron…" I moaned over and over.

Nothing ever felt so good in my life. I was with the boy of my wild fantasies, and this time It was real. I loved the sweet scorching friction he causes to stir within me. They way our bodies moved against one another. Our skin touching the other's, how our praises blended together in perfect harmony.

"Gods, Hermione you're so warm, and so… so…." He moaned as he started moving in me, "Gods… There's no fucking way possible that I'll last that long. Not with you feeling as good as you do. I bet I could set a new personal record for coming so soon."

He thrust his hips into mine, fast and hard. At times he'd slow down, but then just as quickly he'd speed up again. I knew I'd be sore in the morning. At times I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure… Fuck, I didn't care though. It felt great. . . .

We were both moaning so loudly that our cries and praises blended together. Neither one us knew if we were hearing our own moan of pleasure, or if it had been each other. Hell, I didn't care. All I wanted was my well-deserved release. I think Ron wanted that as well. He was cussing and praising about releasing his seed into me. Our bodies were slicked with sweat, and my long curls were wet with sweat as hit plastered itself on my chest.

But still, I didn't care. For once in my life I felt one with him, and it surpassed anything I ever thought it could be. He made me moan louder than anyone ever before, he made me feel more sensual than anyone ever before. I was so close to release, and all it took was one more entry to send me over the edge. That very act was also Ron' undoing. We climaxed hard, and long and it felt miraculous. Once we were finished, I rolled over to my side, and Ron fell atop me, placing his sweaty head between my soft breasts.

"Hermione... I uh…." He started to say as he lifted up his head, he looked distressed, confused, worried.

I couldn't blame him. He and I shared our first intimate moment together, what were we to think. He was my best friend, and now this. Everything changed, we would never have what we had for the past six years ever again. I felt as though all the world's boundaries fell over on my chest. It was until I saw that here was pain in his eyes.

I didn't want to lose him. How could I? I shouldn't have given into temptation and lust. I truly loved Ron, he is my everything, and now he'll just think I'm a slut and leave me. He'll never speak to me again! Stupid! I'm so stupid! There was silence between us until Ron was the one to break it.

"Hermione why are you crying?" he spoke so softly to me as he brushed the tears away from my face.

"Everything, this, us… Ron nothing will ever be the same again between us would it? I've lost you forever because of what we just shared. You probably think I'm a slut, a dirty scarlet woman. But Ron I'm not, it's just that—that—that.." I try to explain to him how I felt, that I truly loved him, but my words were choked by my sobs I couldn't go on.

Then it was those eyes, the same blue eyes that were so reassuring and loving just looked at me. I felt comforted as he rose up next to me and his arms wrapped themselves around me. His fingertips tracing at my arm as he stroked me gently comforting me. I felt him kiss the top of my head and sighed.

"Hermione I love you, I've always had." He said softly, as he twirled some of my sweat-drenched curls in his fingers.

I looked up at him dumbfounded at what I just heard.

"Ron what? What did just say?"

"I've always loved you Hermione." He smiled so lovingly at me, "There was never a doubt of it. I was just too terrified to even make a move. How could I? You're my best friend other than Harry. You know and shared nearly everything of me and with me. You are the woman of my fantasies come to life, an nothing in this world would ever make me leave you."

I couldn't believe it… He had the same feelings for me as I had of him! Oy if only I would have know, I would have told him everything. None of this hiding or sneaking around or acting all strange.

"Ron I love you too." I smiled and curled into his arms.

For the first time in a month, I can sleep well. Knowing that Ron loved me and now I don't have to hide and sneak around about it.

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A/N: Awwww… Finally huh?! LoL… well you guys deserved it. I mean you have been waiting for me to add up for quite a while huh? And now you guys got two stories for the price of one! MUAHAHAHAH! Thanks to all the fans who enjoyed my story ^_^ without you all I would have stopped writing long ago. Hmm… should I end it here? I don't know… :thinks about it::