Hermione groaned softly as she opened her eyes, the bright sunlight filtering through the window temporarily blinding her. She shifted her position on the bed and attempted to sit up when she felt herself being weighed down. She sleepily examined herself and noticed a heavy arm and leg thrown over her body.

Her mind tried to focus on who could be weighing her down but it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack at this time in the morning, she was just too tired to concentrate. She felt the weight of the person shift into her and a head snuggle into her shoulder, moaning softly as they did so. Hermione felt the moan run through her body, sending shivers down her spine. She smiled as she remembered who the man beside her was as vague recollections of the night before entered her mind, the number of times her body had succumbed to pleasure at the hands (and other things) of this man.

He couldn't be anyone other than Ron Weasley, the only guy who had ever been able to excite Hermione and withdraw responses from her that up until a year ago she never would have thought possible.

"Hi gorgeous," he murmured, turning her around in his arms.

"Hi yourself," she replied back, grazing her mouth over his.

She felt him moan against her mouth as she slipped her tongue in and expertly began caressing his with her own. Ron reached around and grabbed Hermione's exposed butt cheek, forcefully pulling her towards him, pressing his newly awoken throbbing erection into her thigh. He then moved his hand up to the small of her back and began rubbing her in small movements as his tongue thrust deeper into her mouth.

Hermione gently pulled away from Ron, ignoring the moistness that was beginning to pool between her legs. Ron groaned softly as she pulled away. "We need to stop," Hermione panted, "we have class soon."

Ron began placing kisses on Hermione's neck, "Please?" he murmured as he gently began sucking on the skin.

"No Ron, we have a Care of Mythical Creatures lesson soon, we can't be late."

"Awww, come on," he moaned between kisses, adding cheekily, "I'll be quick, promise." Hermione pulled away to look Ron directly in the eye.

"Ron, that is not a good thing."

"Yeah, but you love it."

At that, Ron hoisted himself over Hermione and thrust his tongue into her mouth once again, pressing himself to her. Hermione finally gave in to temptation as she could no longer hold back the feelings of excitement and want building within her as much as one could hold back the tide. She returned his kisses with as much passion as he was showing her as she rolled over, straddling Ron and inhaled a sharp breath as he pressed himself into her, his hands encircling her hips.

"Gods Hermione, you're so tight," he groaned. Hermione leaned forward to kiss Ron deeply before she began rocking her hips against him, gently at first as his hands roamed up her body to cup her breasts and his thumbs expertly working over the nipples. Hermione groaned at the little flicking action he performed on each nipple, knowing how much she enjoyed it.

Hermione threw her head back in ecstasy and began rocking faster, grinding her hips to his. Ron felt the change of pace in Hermione's movements and brought his hands back to her waist, guiding her thrusts and quickening his own pace to match hers, feeling his orgasm grow closer as he knew hers must be.

"Ohhh Ron," moaned Hermione between breaths.

The raw emotion in Hermione's voice was enough to draw any final control Ron had from him, he wanted, no, he needed to come. Now. Suddenly Ron flipped Hermione over, placing his hands at the sides of her head so as to take his weight from her slightly and continued his thrusting in and out of her.

"Harder Ron, harder," she began screaming, knowing she would soon reach her peak and wanted to enjoy every possible moment of it. Ron began grunting, his breathing becoming shallower as he plunged harder, deeper and faster into his girlfriend, losing himself completely in the moment and barely hearing her screams as he could feel his orgasm coming closer than ever, knowing it would happen at any moment.

"Hurry, Hermione, come, come!"

Hermione thrust herself harder against Ron but and all he was able to comprehend was the feel of Hermione's glistening, naked body as he repeatedly slammed into it all the time begging her to come. He finally teetered over the edge and spilled himself into her with one final thrust before collapsing against her.

"Wow," was all Hermione could manage to utter as she fell back onto the pillow, spent.

"Wow indeed," agreed Ron.