Well, a new chapter at least. I don't blame you if you thought I had vanished.
Sorry for another long delay, but, to be honest, inspiration regarding this story has not been kind to me. And I've been working on other fics I plan to publish coming Christmas.
Besides, this chapter turned out completely different than was planned. Originally, it was going to revolve around Ron and Hermione fucking in her office after her move to the Legal Office, but that idea just didn't work. So, instead, I decided to change and to centre it around Harry and Ginny's wedding (which originally wasn't going to be part of the story).
I won't make you wait anymore. Just know this happens in September 2022, nine months after last chapter.
Chapter 40
Harry and Ginny's Day
Ron took a sip of his drink as he enjoyed a moment of quietness near the entrance of the large tent. Feeling quite chirpy after hours and hours of sharing drinks, his eyes roamed over the place, watching his family and friends enjoy themselves as they ate, drank, talked or danced.
His eyes paused briefly over Harry and Ginny, who had taken a break from dancing and were sipping on some champagne while talking to Andromeda, Teddy in his arms. They were all smiles, and Ron couldn't help one of his own to creep up his face. It was nice seeing Harry this happy, for him to finally have the family he had always deserved (not that he hadn't been an honorary Weasley for a long time, but still). Teddy looked quite tired, as the four-year-old had spent the entire day running around with Victoire in tow. Today his hair was exactly like Harry's, though in Ginny's colour. He truly looked like their child, except for his looks: he was all Tonks.
He looked past them, and his eyes fell upon his girlfriend, who was now laughing with Neville and Hannah. He let his gaze roam over her body, once more thinking how incredibly gorgeous (and hot) she looked in that dark blue dress Ginny had chosen for the bridesmaids (Luna and her). Her hair was arranged in a complicated hairdo that, though incredibly elegant, let some strands of hair free, so it was still possibly to appreciate how wild it was (or at least Ron could).
"You're drooling, little brother," said Fred, taking him out of reverie.
"What?" he asked, turning his face to look at him.
"You're drooling, Ron," repeated Fred, a smirk on his face. His eyes were sparkling in a way that clearly indicated he was a bit tipsy.
"I'm not."
"You are."
"He's what?" inquired George, approaching them with a glass full of what looked like Firewhiskey.
"Drooling over Hermione."
"No!" George exclaimed in mock surprise. "He would never!"
"Oh, shut up, you two!" replied Ron, blushing a little. "My girlfriend is hot, so if I wanna drool over her, I will. No one is forcing you to watch."
"How rude," said Fred in mock disapproval.
"Being best man must have got to his head," added George. He looked at Fred. "Where are our significant others?"
"Um, I was going to ask you that …"
Ron let out a snort. "Well, at least I know where my girlfriend is."
"That has no merit. You only have to follow the trail of your spit for that," teased George. He turned towards Fred. "Let's find them, so Ron can keep staring at Hermione in peace."
Ron rolled his eyes at them as they got lost among the crowd, then headed towards Hermione. As he walked among the rest of the guests, he caught a glimpse of Hermione's parents, who were having drinks with his at one of the tables.
"Hey, beautiful," he whispered into her ear, causing her to shudder a bit. She turned to face him and beamed at him.
"Ron! I was wondering where you had gone to."
"I needed a bit of fresh air," he said, wrapping his left arm around his waist and caressing her over the soft fabric of her dress.
"Neville was telling me about your little accident in the training room," she told him, her smile turning into a smirk.
Ron groaned. "Did you have to?" he asked Neville, who laughed.
"Sorry, Ron. But you've got to admit it was really funny, seeing you sprawled on the floor like that."
"Just because I tripped on that fake stone. But you'll see next week," he said defiantly. "I'll have you licking the floor."
Neville laughed again. "I'll have to watch my back, then."
"You do that."
"Aurors," piped up Hannah, shaking her head in amusement.
"Yes," agreed Hermione, and both girls laughed. Once their laughter died out, Hermione rounded on Ron, "You didn't bring me a drink," she pointed out.
"You didn't ask me to bring you one."
"Do I need to ask you?"
"Well, as you're not precisely a heavy drinker, I'd say so. I wouldn't want you to think I'm trying to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you."
"Advantage of me? As if you could," she teased with a flirting smile.
"I'm smart enough not to try," Ron said, grinning at the other two. "You want a drink then?" he asked Hermione.
"I want a drink," she affirmed with emphasis.
"Ugh, they're getting in this special mood of theirs," they heard Neville said, and they both turned to look at him.
"Special mood?" repeated Hermione.
"What do you mean by that?" added Ron.
Neville shook his head while Hannah let out a giggle.
"See you later," he said, and, grabbing Hannah's hand, they walked away towards the table where Seamus, Lavender, Parvati and her fiancé were sitting.
"We get in a special mood?" Hermione asked Ron, a bit taken aback.
Ron shrugged. "Probably, knowing us. Anyway, let's go find you another drink."
They moved among the people, looking for one of the floating trays. Finally, they got a glimpse of one and Ron grabbed a glass of wine for her.
"Thanks, Love," she said.
"Wanna sit for a bit?"
She shook her head. "No, the Cushioning Charm I applied to these shoes works like magic."
"Literally," added Ron, laughing. He looked around at he took another sip of his drink, and saw that Harry and Ginny were dancing again, lost in one another.
"Someone is enjoying their wedding," he commented, nodding towards the newlyweds. Hermione followed his gaze.
"Clearly," she said, smiling.
"Don't you find it a bit strange, that they are married?" he asked, still watching them as they swayed on the spot, Harry being careful not to step on Ginny's toes or on her wedding gown.
"Strange? Well, taking into account we both were with them when the Bonding Spell was cast, it would be strange if they weren't married."
"I didn't mean that. It's just —" he tried to find the words to match his feelings.
"Just what?"
"They're Harry and Ginny, my best friend and my sister, and now they are married. To each other. It's — I dunno, something we're not part of …"
"And? They were girlfriend and boyfriend before and we were not part of that, either."
"I know. But now it feels different somehow."
"Different?" repeated Hermione, clearly not understanding what he meant. "Ron, they were living together, just like we are living together. To be honest, I don't think anything will change just because they've performed that spell. We still will have meals with them, they'll come to visit, you'll keep working with Harry once they come from their honeymoon …" she trailed off.
"I know that, but I suppose events like this just make me think about how much we've grown since we met." He let out a chuckle. "Remember when Ginny couldn't utter a word in front of him?"
She laughed. "Oh, yes," she nodded. "But this is good, right? We grew up, and we're still together. And now Harry is officially a member of the Weasley family."
"Ugh, tell Mum that he wasn't before."
"No, thanks," she said, chuckling. "I don't fancy listening about how he's been a Weasley since he was twelve."
"Envious?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow.
"What? No!" she replied quickly. "I already feel part of the family, Ron, I don't need a ceremony for that. In case you were thinking some silly idea like proposing today," she added as an afterthought.
"I wasn't," he assured. "Today is Harry and Ginny's day. But, just for the record, I don't think proposing to you is a silly idea," he added, slightly hurt.
She grabbed his hand and squeezed it lovingly, looking up at him. "It isn't. Proposing, I mean. Doing it today would be." She leaned up and kissed him softly on the mouth. "You know I want to marry you, even though I'm not into the whole proposal thing."
He nodded "I know. One day."
"One day," she repeated, nodding as well. "When our time comes. We live together, and we're very happy. Besides, I've been in the Legal Office for just nine months, I don't need the stress that comes with preparing a wedding right now."
Ron snorted. "You wouldn't need to prepare anything. Our mums would do it quite happily. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if they were doing that right now."
"I hope not," she said, slightly exasperated. "Besides, when we marry, I want us to choose how, when and where. You and me, together, and no one else."
"That means you want me to decide about flower arrangements?" he whined.
"I want we both to decide about everything, Ron. I want our wedding to be perfecto for the two of us. To be honest, the day we marry the only thing that will matter to me is that you'll be my husband, and that our friends and family will be there for us. The rest is irrelevant, or at least not important."
"Are you sure?" he asked, his tone disbelieving. "Because I remember Ginny saying something similar and you saw how that turned out."
"Come on, she wasn't that bad."
"Tell Harry that."
"Harry is like a whining child."
Ron laughed. "Oh, please, tell him that!"
"Don't be an idiot," she said, laughing with him. They took another sip of their glasses. "But seriously, I don't want to make a fuss, or to spend an exorbitant amount of money. I'd rather keep it simple and use it on the honeymoon."
The idea of going on an expensive, luxurious honeymoon with Hermione made Ron quite hot and he let out a groan. "Merlin, I toast to that."
"Besides, nothing will really change when we marry, so it's not that important."
"Well, I expect something would," he replied.
"Legally it would, of course, but nothing will in our daily lives. And you know what that means, right?" she added, giving him a somewhat defiant look.
"I do," he said. "You won't change your surname to Weasley."
She nodded. "Right. And you won't ask why, will you?"
He snorted again. "If I did, you'd tell me that's an archaic tradition, that it's unfair that the woman is expected to change her identity when she marries and that if I've got a problem with that, then I can change my surname to Granger."
Hermione gave him a smile of satisfaction. "Exactly. You know me so well, Ron Weasley."
Ron let out a chuckle and pulled her in for a brief, loving kiss. "I don't need you to change anything. In fact, I don't want you to. I fell in love with Hermione Granger, and I want to spend my life with her," he whispered to her.
She smiled again, and this time it was her who kissed him. Ron wrapped an arm around her waist and deepened it, pressing their bodies together.
However, before they could really get into it, they were interrupted.
"Another wedding in the making?" said Hermione's mum in a highly cheerful tone. Ron and Hermione pulled apart at once, looking at her.
"Mum!" admonished Hermione, a rosy colour creeping up her cheeks.
"Sorry, dear. But you looked way too cosy and I couldn't help it."
"Well, Jean, that was rather unavoidable. I mean, have you looked at her?" commented Ron with a grin. "She's clearly the prettiest witch here — just don't tell my sister or Harry I said that," he added in a low, conspiratorial voice.
Hermione blushed, and Hermione's mum let out a laugh. "Oh, Hermione, I love your man," she said, making Ron's ears burn in a rather pleasant way.
"That was a good one, Son," intervened Mr Granger, also grinning.
"Are you enjoying yourselves?" asked Ron.
"Immensely," responded Mr Granger, beaming in a slightly drunk way. "Magical weddings are amazing."
"Certainly," nodded his wife. "Glasses that refill themselves and fairies that emit light," she said, looking all around. "Fantastic."
"You shouldn't take so much advantage of the refilling glasses," scolded Hermione.
"Oh, let us have fun, dear!" exclaimed her mother. "This is the first wedding in a long time in which we haven't got to drive, as we're spending the night at The Burrow, so —"
"You won't have to drive for Christine and Andrew's wedding come May, either."
"But that's the future. We want to enjoy the present."
"And talking about enjoying the wedding, let's go dance, Honey," said Hermione's dad, pulling on his wife's hand. "Let the young lovebirds enjoy themselves."
"Oh, I can't refuse such a gentlemanly invitation, can I? See you later, dears!" she shouted at them as they moved away towards the dance floor.
Hermione shook her head, half-amused, half-exasperated.
"I love your parents," declared Ron, still grinning and watching them. "They're great."
"They seem to share the sentiment about you," said Hermione, then emptied her glass. Ron finished his as well and extender his hands towards her.
"Well, fancy a dance, fair lady?" he asked solemnly.
Hermione grabbed the skirt of her dress between the thumb and forefinger of both hands and made a small curtsey. "Of course, noble gentleman."
Laughing, they got together and began to sway in tune with the slow ballad the band was playing, looking into each other's eyes.
"Did I tell you how amazing you look?" he whispered to her.
"About a hundred times, I think. The last one a moment ago in front of my parents."
"Yeah, that was quite daring of me," he joked huskily
"Very. But I think it's clear they find you quite worthy of my time, Mr Weasley."
"Do they? That's because they have no idea about the kind of things I'd like to do to that sexy body of yours," he added huskily, caressing her lower back.
"And what kind of things are those?" she asked in mock curiosity. "Perverted ones, maybe?"
"Very perverted. Unsuited for a young, beautiful, innocent lady like you."
"Well, Mr Weasley, you'll find that I'm not as innocent as you might think I am," she replied coyly.
"Aren't you?"
"No. In fact," she added, getting closer to him so she could whisper against his ear, "if you saw the tiny, naughty thong I'm wearing under this dress you'd find that 'innocent' is not a word that applies to me."
Ron's cock grew hard at once and he couldn't help but let out a groan.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"And it's quite wet, I must add …" she added, getting Ron even hornier.
"You're truly testing my self-control, woman," he growled.
"Remember Bill and Fleur's wedding?" she whispered to him.
"Vividly."
"Well, what do you say we turn what happened then into a tradition?"
"Escaping a group of Dark Wizards?" he joked.
"Escaping the party so we can have our wicked way with each other," she said, her voice sultry and inviting.
Ron gulped loudly. "Well, it's no wonder you're considered the brightest witch in the country, with fantastic ideas like this one," he responded, causing her to grin widely. "And where would you like to go to abuse my body?"
"Mmm, it's been quite a long time since we did it in your old bedroom …" she trailed off.
Ron raised and eyebrow at her. "What? I can't believe you forgot what happened last Christmas."
"I haven't, but that was eight months ago, Ron. As I said, a long time."
"Fuck, let's go. I can't wait to see what you're wearing underneath that. It was cruel that you had to change here and I couldn't watch."
"I, on the other hand, think it was merciful on my part. It would be painful for you to be hard during the entire wedding."
"Merlin, woman, now I am hard. Very hard."
She hummed appreciatively. "And you haven't seen anything yet."
"Oh, but I've explored the territory under this dress with enough frequency to know it all by heart," he responded, his hands dipping lower to the upper part of her ass.
"I think you need to revise, though, you can be a bit forgetful when it comes to studying."
"That's true," he agreed.
"Let's go, Ron," she said, biting her lower lip, her tone needy and devoid of the previous playfulness. She had put some lipstick on, and her lips looked red and inviting. He kissed her, tugging on her lower one with his teeth. She moaned softly.
"Just let's be careful so Fred and George don't see us, I can do without their teasing."
She let out a laugh, and grasping his hand, she turned towards the exit. Ron looked around, trying to act normal, and was glad to see Fred and George were laughing with Charlie and Hagrid.
The Sun had set already, but the night was warm. Ron and Hermione acted as if they were just taking a walk, among the magical floating lamps and faeries lighting up the courtyard. They crossed some other people who had also escaped from the noise of the marquee, sometimes stopping to have a few words with them. When they were far enough from it, Ron sped up and dragged them to the other side of the house, then they went in through the kitchen door. They listened for a moment, and, feeling confident they were alone, they ran upstairs, laughing and giggling like two teenagers instead of twenty-two-year-old grownups.
Ron was too turned on to wait until his bedroom, though, so, once on the second floor, he pushed Hermione against the wall and kissed her hungrily, the way he had wanted to all day and couldn't. Hermione moaned and responded with equal passion, her hands playing with the hair on the back of his head. Ron's hands, meanwhile, went to her ass, which he kneaded eagerly. Fuck, he loved the silky feel of this dress, though that didn't mean he wasn't dying to touch her skin directly.
"Fuck, you drive me mad," he told her once they pulled apart, looking down at the very modest cleavage the dress showed. Hermione smiled, still a bit dazed from the snog, and kissed him again.
"And you look fantastic in your Auror dress robes. It was positively evil of Harry to want to be married with you two wearing them. Doesn't he know I get wet every time I see how fit you look in them?" she commented breathlessly.
Ron couldn't help but laugh. "I don't think so, no. But I'm really pleased to know I have that effect on you, Love."
"As if you weren't aware of that already. Come on, let's go upstairs, I really want to fuck you."
"Yeah? And here I was thinking I was going to fuck you."
"Maybe later, but first I want to have my way with you."
"I live to serve, Milady …"
"That's what I like to hear. Now let's go!"
His cock twitching at her eagerness, Ron followed her upstairs, his eyes fixed on the way the skirt of the dress moved around her shapely bum. He really couldn't wait to have her. One would think they hadn't had sex in a week, yet they had had a really intense shag a couple of nights ago. Yesterday they had just been too tired with the last day preparations for the wedding.
They reached his old bedroom and got inside, closing the door after them. Hermione cast Soundproofing and Locking charms on it.
"We don't want to be interrupted, do we?" she said, giving him a feral look.
"No," responded Ron, eyeing her with equal hunger. He cast a Darkening Spell on the window so he could turn the lights on. He wanted to see her in all her glory. "Hermione, show it to me."
She smiled wickedly. "You'll have to kiss me first, Ron. Until I'm breathless."
They held gazes for a moment, with such intensity a fly would have burst into flames had it crossed the line connecting their eyes. Then, as if pulled by the most powerful Summoning Charm ever, they were kissing passionately, their tongues entwined. He grabbed her by her ass once more and she jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Ron groaned, grinding into her pussy, and slid his hands to her thighs, then under her skirt and to her ass. He copped a feel of the narrow, lacey waistband of her panties, then cupped the bare globes of her ass, kneading roughly.
"Fuck, Hermione," he muttered into her mouth.
"Ron, I want you so much …" she moaned.
"I'm yours. Completely."
She got down to her feet and then pushed him towards the bed. Ron hit the border of the mattress and fell onto it on his butt.
"Want me to go down on my knees like this?" she asked him, her hands moving over his shoulders.
"Bloody fuck, Hermione, yeah. Just — didn't you say you wanted to fuck me …?"
"And I do. With my mouth," she said as she knelt between his legs, slowly and seductively, caressing his thighs. Her eyes, burning with lust, were fixed on his. "Do you want my lipstick on your cock, Ron?"
"More than anything — except, maybe, for your pussy juice."
"You'll get that too," she whispered, then began to unbutton his robes. Ron forced himself to stay still and let her do. When the robes were opened, he took them off, revealing his bare chest. She eyed him hungrily and peppered his pecs with kisses, her hands roaming all over his sides and his abs. Ron would never be one of those muscly types, but he was fit, and Hermione seemed to love it. She had loved his body when he was lankier, after all.
Soon she grew impatient and began to fumble with his belt and the button on his trousers. He lifted his butt to help her, and she pulled them down.
"You don't know how glad I am you're now buying your underwear in Muggle shops," she commented, staring hungrily at his tight black boxes that were barely hiding his hard-on.
"Well, I appreciate your Muggle lingerie a lot, so it's only fair, right?"
"Yes. Now let's see what we've got here," she said, freeing his cock and wrapping a hand around it.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione, yes … Mmm, missed you touching me …"
"I can tell," she said, stroking him. "It's so hard, Ron."
"For you. Now put it in your mouth, please …"
Hermione lowered her head and engulfed him, sucking on it in the way she knew drove him wild. He wanted nothing more than to put his hands on her head, but he didn't want to mess with her hairdo, so he just tightened his fists around the duvet, bucking his hips a bit.
Hermione sucked and sucked, then tried to cup his balls. It was difficult, though, as he still had his trousers and boxers on, so, after a few tries, she let out a groan of frustration.
"Take it all off," he told her, eager to enjoy the full experience of one of her fantastic blowjobs.
She released him (with a long, satisfying slurp) then hurried to take his shoes, trousers and boxers off, almost pulling him off the bed.
"Someone's eager!" he commented, amused.
"It's your fault. We didn't shag yesterday, and you've got me accustomed to great amounts of awesome sex," she explained. "Besides, I want to suck your cock and make it happy, but if you don't want that, we can —"
"I do want it!" he replied quickly, spreading his legs.
"Good," she said simply before taking him into her mouth once more, this time also kneading his balls.
"Ah, fuck, Hermione … Shit, yeah, suck my cock. I love it when you suck my cock …"
Hermione moaned around him and sucked faster, her tongue doing the most wicked things to its tip. Ron's eyes rolled into his sockets with the pleasure, and soon he felt an orgasm coming.
"Don't hold back," she told him after taking a break. "I want you to finish in my mouth, Ron."
"That won't be a problem," he replied through gritted teeth. "Fuck, suck it, Hermione."
She enveloped it again in her delicious, tight, hot mouth and bobbed her head furiously, taking him into her throat before sucking powerfully. Ron groaned and bucked his hips, almost fucking her face.
"Fuck, I'm almost there, Hermione … Shit, keep going, it's coming!" he growled. "Fuck, it's really coming, Hermione, it's — Fuuuuck, Hermione! Ohhh, fuuuuuuck!"
Hermione sucked harder as he spilled into her mouth in long, potent spurts, her lustful eyes fixed on his. She sucked and sucked and continued even after his orgasm died out, making sure there wasn't a single drop left and leaving him in a state of pure bliss.
"Mmmh, tasty …" she said after releasing him, licking her lips. "Was it good?"
Ron fell onto his back, sprawled on the bed, and let out a satisfied sigh. "Good? It was bloody fantastic, Hermione … Shit, it was as if you had sucked my soul through my cock, only in an extremely pleasant way."
"Seems you've got a lot of soul, then," she commented, eyeing his cock, which had not deflated in the slightest, something that didn't surprise them at all. It seemed that his erections were now even stronger than when he was a teenager, and only very rarely, or when they were in a rush, did he cum just once.
Hermione got up and Ron's eyes moved over her hungrily. With an effort, he sat up again and put his hands on her bare thighs, just above her knees, then, looking into her eyes, began to caress them, lifting the skirt with each upward movement and reaching a bit higher every time. However, as he got closer to her hips, he had to look just in front of her, just where her crotch was.
He lifted her skirt to her waist, finally revealing her panties.
"Holy shit, Hermione," he growled, his mouth watering at the sight. She was wearing one of her sexiest thongs, made of a satiny fabric and with the waistband made of the most exquisite lace. Only she had transformed it a bit, and the satiny part was now practically transparent, clinging to her pussy tightly and leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Do you like it?" she asked with a smirk.
"Fuck," he said, moving a hand so he could slide his thumb over her mound. Still holding the dress up, he pulled on her right hip and pushed on the left, telling her he wanted her to turn around. She did, giving him a perfect view of her round ass, with only that narrow strip between her cheeks that made it even sexier, if that was possible.
Letting out a small giggle, Hermione used her own hands to hold the dress up and then bent over a little. Ron groaned and immediately took hold of her bum, caressing it reverently before leaning forward and peppering it with kisses and small, soft bites.
"Fuck, you feel so good. You don't know how much I love this ass of yours," he said, spreading her cheeks a little and tracing her thong with his tongue.
"Mmm," she moaned. "Of course I do, with the amount of things I've allowed you to do to it."
Ron got up, pressing his cock against her and enveloping her in his arms, his right hand moving to cup her breast. "Things you loved and enjoyed, right?" he whispered against her ear.
"Yes," she breathed, rubbing her cheek against his face and nose. "I love everything you do to me," she added, moving her ass up and down his cock. "Now why don't you lower the zip of my dress so you can use your skills on me? We haven't got much time; our family will start to wonder where we are if we don't go back soon."
"Right," he nodded, nuzzling her neck, almost having forgotten where they were. "And we don't want to get interrupted before my cock finds its way into your pussy, right?"
"Definitely," she said, cupping his hands over her tits.
Ron lowered the zip of her dress with his mouth, allowing for her to free her arms and causing it the pool around her feet, leaving her in just her skimpy, incredibly alluring underwear. She had applied the same transformation to her bra, so it was transparent as well: her hardened, rosy nipples, were perfectly visible.
Ron turned her once more and gave her an intense kiss before lowering his mouth to those globes and sucking on them over the fabric. She moaned, mussing his hair as she held him tightly against her chest. Meanwhile, Ron caressed her thighs, hips and ass before reaching higher on her back and unclasping her bra. She got rid of it quickly and he took possession of her tits once more, sucking and kneading.
"Ahh, Ron …"
"Hermione, you make me lose my head," he declared before switching breasts.
"Gods, I must have lost it as well, because we're getting quite undressed for just a quickie …"
"I don't want a quickie. I want to fuck you until I'm sated," he replied, moving back to her mouth.
"Then we'll be here until Harry and Ginny come back from their honeymoon," said Hermione before Ron claimed her mouth once more.
This time the snog was short, though. Ron turned them so her back was towards the bed and made her lay down. Then knelt between her legs and stared at her wet thong. Hermione, watching him, raised her ass and pushed it down, baring herself completely to him. He helped her take it off, then dove in, burying his face in her pussy and eating her out hungrily. Hermione moaned and trashed, muttering words of encouragement and pulling on his hair to make sure he kept pleasuring her.
He feasted on her pussy with true fervour, licking her juices and tongue-fucking her hole before focusing on her clit. She arched her back at the sensation and Ron shoved two fingers into her.
"Gods, Ron, yes! Oh, ohh, I'm there! I'm there! I'm — Oh, oh, ohhhhh, so good! That's so gooood!"
Ron kept licking her as she orgasmed, then, not giving her time to recover, started a trail of kisses up her body, pausing on her tits, then continuing towards her mouth. She tasted herself on him as Ron positioned himself at her drenched and more than ready entrance.
"Inside, Ron. Now," she breathed.
Ron held her by her hip and then thrust hard, burying himself in her.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione …" he moaned, his eyes closed to savour her amazing tightness.
"Ron … Mmm, so full … Move, please. Let's come once more."
"Shit, yeah, I need to fill your tight cunt up, Love," he said as he began thrusting hard, pounding her pussy with relish.
Soon they were lost in this dance they had perfectioned over the years, their young bodies alight with pleasure and the emotional connection that being joined like this gave them.
"I know it's only been a day, but I missed this," he whispered as he moved in and out of her willing body. "Fuck, missed it to bloody much …
"Me too," she moaned. "Oh, gods, me too, Ron … Come on, go harder, I want it harder!"
"Fuck, yeah, I'll give it to you hard, my sexy, greedy witch," he grunted, speeding up, making the bed creak loudly. "Like this?" he asked, his voice strained. "Like this, Hermione?"
"Gods, yes, like that!" she moaned, grasping him by his ass and pulling him towards her. "Fuck me hard like this! Gods, you feel so good inside me, Ron! So good!"
Ron kissed her, fucking her with all his might, revelling in the amazing sensations coming from having his cock buried in that juicy twat of hers. Hermione moved one of her hands to her chest and began to knead her breasts wantonly, causing Ron to throb. He watched her avidly, then moved his own hand to cup hers and make her do it a bit more roughly. Hermione, however, opened her eyes and, giving him a feral look, grabbed it and put it under hers so it was him squeezing.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck …"
"Ron, I'm going to come again. Oh, gods, I'm going to come again!" she shouted, excited. "Gods, don't stop, go harder, I want it to be inc— OH, FUCK!" she screamed when he thrust into her changing his angle a bit and making sure he rubbed against her clit. "FUCK, RON!" she was watching him with eyes the size of saucers. Ron kept going at it just like that, wanting nothing more than to feel her cumming around his cock.
"Cum," he growled. "Cum, Hermione, and then I'll take you from behind and pound you until your ass is red!"
"Gods, yes! I want that, Ron, I want — Oh, ohhh, I'm there! I'm — YESSSS! Oh, yes, yes, yessssssss! Fuuuuck!" she cried in pure ecstasy. Ron clenched his teeth as he kept penetrating her spasming pussy, wanting her to see stars.
"Gods, Ron … oh, gods, that was incredible …"
"Fuck, yeah, you look so fucking hot when you cum," he said, taking his cock out of her. "Now turn over. Quickly."
Despite looking tired, she complied, moving fast and giving him a sultry look over her shoulder. "Eager, aren't you?"
"Yeah. I wanna cum too."
"Do it, Ron. Fuck my pussy and cum," she demanded, wiggling her perfect ass.
Ron massaged her cheeks, relishing, for the umpteenth time in his life, how incredibly sexy and hot she looked like this, then lined himself up with her entrance and thrust home, his hips slapping her ass noisily. "Ungh, yeah!"
"Ah, Ron!" she gasped.
"Take it, Hermione. Take my cock like the good girlfriend you are," he hissed, already moving at a fast pace. "You've been driving nuts all day in that dress. We can't keep going for now, but once we're home, I'm going to fuck you again, until neither of us can move anymore."
"Oh, gods, oh, gods, yes, Ron! Come on, go harder! Use my body … Use my pussy!"
"I will!" he shouted, pounding her so hard she had to put a hand against the wall to hold herself up. "Fuck, you have no idea how good your ass look like this! Shit, I love this ass … I'll have to save a load for it …" he blurted out, grabbing handfuls of her fleshy cheeks and spreading her so he could see her little, puckered hole he so loved and his cock going in and out of her pussy at top speed.
"Yes … yes, I'll let you fuck my tight, hot, round ass, Ron. I'll let you fuck me in every hole … as long as you cum hard for me right now …"
"Unnngh, Hermione!" he shouted. He wanted to fill her up, but, in the last second, he pulled out and stroked his cock fast and hard, spurting all over her reddened cheeks. "Fuuuck, fuuuck, yes! Unggh, feels so good to cum all over your sexy ass! Fuuuuck, Hermione!"
She watched him over her shoulder, her eyes full of love and pure, unadulterated lust. Ron kept wanking, making sure every drop ended up on her unblemished skin.
Finally, temporarily spent, he fell onto the bed and she dropped onto her stomach, the two of them panting heavily.
"That was — something," he said.
"Uh-huh," she nodded. "Though I was expecting you to come inside and not making a mess on my bum. You know we've got to get dressed again, right?"
"I know, but we've gotta cast a Cleaning Charm anyway — unless you want to go to the shower?" he asked, slightly hopeful.
"I'd love a shower, but we don't have time and the charm on my hairdo wouldn't hold under the water.
"Shame."
"You'll have to make your cock go down by yourself," she teased.
"How do you know I'm still hard?"
She turned her head a bit so she could look at him, one eyebrow arched as if saying, 'really?'
"Okay, okay, stupid question." Stretching an arm towards the floor, he reached for his robe and extracted his wand, then cast a Cleaning Charm on both of them. Hermione moaned appreciatively and draped an arm over his stomach, resting her head on his chest. Ron wrapped an arm around her shoulders and sighed contentedly.
"We should go back to the party," she commented after a minute.
"I know. But I like it here. It's quiet, it's comfortable, and you're naked."
She let out a laugh. "I could say the same."
They fell into a comfortable silence, and, after a bit, she started playing with the few hairs on his chest. Ron looked down. "What are you thinking about?"
"The wedding," she said, looking up at him. "It was very beautiful."
"Yeah."
"But ours won't be like this."
"Why?" he asked, frowned.
"If there's magic, only my parents and grandparents will be allowed to attend. And I want my family to come. Would you mind having a more Muggle-y wedding?" she asked, a trace of concern in her tone.
"Hermione, as long as I marry you, I don't care about the how. I must admit I have no idea about Muggle weddings, though. But maybe it's a good idea? That way my mum might leave us alone!"
Hermione laughed softly. "Well, we've got Christine and Andrew's wedding next spring."
"Yeah. That might be fun."
She lowered her head again, and Ron could tell she was still thinking about their wedding.
"Hey, Love, don't worry. You're changing things. Just eight months in the Legal Office and you're already starting to revise legislation along with handling cases. One day, you'll change things so Muggleborns and Squibs won't have to feel isolated. And I promise you we will wait until we can have the wedding we want, with all the people we want."
She looked up at him again, her eyes bright and a smile on her face. "Really? That can take time, Ron. You — you don't mind waiting?"
"I don't. As you said, nothing will really change. We are already together. And well, we only get to have one wedding, so we should make it perfect, right?"
She nodded, then reached up to kiss him. "I could make love to you once more just for that, but we should get going."
"You can always make up to me later," he replied, giving her another kiss.
"Oh, I will," she promised, already moving.
They got up and put their clothes back on, using a few charms to straighten them so it wasn't evident what they've been up to. Then they undid the charms and exited the room, being overly affectionate and giving each other the kind of smiles that clearly conveyed a couple in love had just had amazing sex. So lost they were in each other, that they didn't notice someone was in the living room when they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Seriously!? In my own wedding?" they heard Harry exclaim, causing them to jump back in surprise.
"Hey, Harry, Gin, what are you doing here?" Ron replied, putting what he hoped was an innocent expression on his face.
"I'd ask what you are doing — or rather, what you were doing, but it's obvious," said Ginny, shaking her head.
"I don't know what you mean. Hermione just wanted to use the bathroom," said Ron quickly, while Hermione nodded.
"Yeah, and you had to help her, right?" replied Harry, glaring at them both. "You two are incorrigible."
"Well, okay, we were shagging —" Ron admitted.
"Ron!" shouted Hermione, mortified.
"— But only because we're so happy for you two," he finished, knowing perfectly well his words made no sense.
"Yeah, right, you were celebrating for us," said Harry, rolling his eyes.
"Well, we were," defended Ron while Hermione lowered her gaze to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he could tell she was pleading for him to just shut his mouth.
"So that was your version of a toast?" interjected Ginny. "But instead of glasses coming together it's you two?"
"Oh, for the love of Merlin!" groaned Hermione, burying her face into her hands.
"Okay, we're two randy idiots and you caught us. Can we change the subject, please?" pleaded Ron.
"What are you two doing here, by the way?" asked Hermione shrewdly.
"We needed a few moments alone," explained Harry. "And Ginny actually has to use the bathroom."
Ginny shook her head, then moved towards the stairs. "I hope it was good, at least," she whispered to Hermione as she passed past them, making her blush. Harry groaned. Ginny disappeared upstairs, leaving the three friends alone.
"You two are too much," commented Harry. "Consider yourself lucky it was Ginny and me who caught you and not Fred and George — though, now that I think of it, that was exactly what you deserved."
"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Okay, okay, we're sorry," said Ron. "No need to be nasty."
"Are you?" Harry replied in disbelief, arching an eyebrow.
"Not really," admitted Ron, his lips curving into a smile. It had been a fantastic shag, after all.
"Ron!"
He looked at her. "What? It's true."
Harry watched them, amused, and then burst into laughter. Ron followed him a moment later, and even Hermione ended up smiling.
"At least I haven't got to ask you if you enjoyed my wedding," joked Harry, and he and Ron laughed again.
"Harry, I love you, but if you don't want to end up hexed in your wedding day, you'd better shut your mouth," warned Hermione.
Harry and Ron shared another look, then laughed once more. "Okay, okay," he said. "I won't say another word about it."
"Good," nodded Hermione. "And, by the way, we really are enjoying it," she added, her expression serious. "We're so happy for you, Harry. You deserve this so much."
"Yeah," agreed Ron.
"Thanks, guys," said Harry, touched. "To be honest, everything seems a bit unreal. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm a married man now."
"Well, you've been one just for —" Ron checked his wristwatch "— four hours and a half."
"So long?" Harry asked, almost surprised. "It seems time has flown."
"Already tired of your wife, Harry?" teased Ron. "You'd better don't let her hear that."
"Don't let her hear what?" Ginny asked as she started climbing down the stairs.
"Nothing," said Harry.
"Harry wants a divorce," quipped Ron.
"What?"
"Don't mind your brother, you know he's an idiot," said Harry quickly.
"I know that, yeah," nodded Ginny, then smacked Ron on the head as she passed him on her way to Harry's side.
"Hey!" Ron protested.
"If you're jealous because I'm the most important person in Harry's life, get over it, Ron," she said.
"Jealous? I'm not jealous. We all know he dreams about me," he retorted without really thinking.
"Oh my god!" exclaimed Hermione, while Harry and Ginny put faces of disgust.
"Shit, that turned out wrong. What I meant —"
"Hermione, dump him," interrupted Ginny. "No one will blame you and you'll actually make this day happier for me."
"I meant it as friends!" shouted Ron. "I wasn't implying —"
"Ron, don't finish that —" warned Harry.
"— anything sexual."
"Oh, shit, you actually had to say it!" groaned Harry.
"Ron, I think you actually have ruined my wedding night," said Ginny, shuddering.
"What?" Harry exclaimed, looking at her. "Oh, thanks a lot, Ron!" he added, looking at Ron.
"Hey, it's not ma fault you're ugly," joked Ron. "Hermione still wants me, right, Love?"
"Right now I'm likely to throw up at any moment," responded Hermione.
"Don't worry, Harry," said Ginny, caressing his arm affectionately and looking at him with a warm smile. "I was only joking, you look too hot in those robes. I plan on shagging you until you can't move," she added, causing him to grin.
This time it was Ron's turn to groan while Hermione giggled. "Hermione, obliviate me," begged Ron, causing her and Ginny to laugh again.
"Come on, let's go back, we've got guests to attend," said Ginny, grabbing Harry's hand.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"And you two, if you feel you can't control yourselves, at least be more discreet about it," advised Ginny.
"Okay," nodded Ron.
"There won't be more trysts," assured Hermione. "I shouldn't have let you convince me for this one," she told Ron in a lower voice.
"What?" he replied to her in a low voice. "It was you the one who —"
"I know, but I'm just trying to keep my good reputation, you know," she told him with a grin.
"And what about my reputation?"
"That ship has long sailed, Ron," responded Ginny.
Harry and Hermione laughed.
"You're an insufferable little brat, you now? It doesn't matter you're married."
Hermione, still with traces of laughter on her face, grabbed his hand and squeezed, and he couldn't help but grin.
As they approached the marquee, with its music and the noise caused by chatter and laughter, he felt incredibly happy. After everything that had happened, his family was whole, and, despite the changes, Harry, Hermione and he were still the best of friends, and Ginny was still the annoying little sister he had always loved.
Life was perfect.
I ended up loving the result. And, good news for you, I still plan on finishing this story by Christmas. The next chapter is almost written, so I plan on publishing it in around two weeks.
Only three left! Can you guess what next chapter will be about?