A/N: Thanks again to those of you who keep reading and reviewing. Sorry this chapter has taken longer than the others, but it's long so please enjoy...school gets a little crazy sometimes...btw, this chapter is in paragraphs, I thought the others were too...my mistake..read on!
IV.
Twice in the second day Hermione was running to a class so that she wouldn't be late. Her mind was so scattered that she couldn't even get to class on time. During lunch she had gone up to the library to do some reading for Draco. All she had done was read up on the nature of simple dreams and the relationship between the subconscious mind. She had really found it quite fascinating and she was once again surprised to find that one of the leading muggle psychologists was actually a wizard. It was amazing how little the muggles really knew of the wizarding world. She had been laughing to herself when she realized she only had a few minutes to get to her Care of Magical Creatures class down by Hagrid's hut. She had whisked away running as fast as possible, only to get there out of breath and flustered. Hagrid had left a note that class would be canceled for the day due to a family emergency, meaning his wife was giving birth. Oh joy, she thought, Brumhilda is giving birth! I wonder if it's a boy or girl. She was so relieved that she was done with classes for the day that she nearly walked off leaving Ron and Harry.
Harry grabbed her wrist as she slowly walked off. "Hermione, where you going, you just got here?" "Oh I'm sorry you two, I was daydreaming. Let's take a walk out by the lake," she suggested. Harry simply nodded and Ron joined his hand with Hermione's and they went off towards the lake. Draco watched the Golden Trio walk away and once again felt the familiar pull of jealousy. They have so much that I'll never be able to experience. Just look at Weasely, she's too good for him. He felt Pansy tug on his arm and he turned to walk with her back to the castle. From a distance Hermione heard Draco say, "Pansy really, I'm not in the mood. Don't you get it, jeeze." Hermione pretended that she hadn't heard and smiled sweetly at Ron who put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed her tightly. The three made their way over to a tree next to the lake and sat down. "So Mione, where's your head been lately, you've almost been late twice today," Ron asked nudging her a little. "Oh I don't know, I suppose I'm still thinking about the summer," she blushed slightly. They sat talking for a while about their plans for the next few years. Both Ron and Harry wanted to be Aurors and work for the ministry. Hermione wanted to do research at St. Mungo's on some of the more rare diseases. After a while Ginny came bounding towards them and Neville following behind her a bit lethargically. Ginny is so beautiful when she runs like that, Hermione thought to herself. They joined the trio on the grass and Ginny nestled into Neville's lap, and Hermione noticed that they both looked longingly at someone else. She was following Neville's line of sight but was interrupted when Ron softly kissed her neck. She turned to him and made sure no one was looking and kissed him back. Oh gods, I could so do this right now she thought a bit mischievously. Harry, Ginny and Neville were engaged in a conversation about baby names, obviously in reference to Hagrid and his wife's newborn baby. They were engrossed in their conversation and so Hermione snaked her hand down to Ron's thigh and his was already up her shirt and tracing the lengths of her ribs.
Hermione laughed softly into his lips and pushed her tongue past his lips. He ran his fingers through her hair and whispered, "Mione, you want to get out of here?" She nodded slowly and they pulled apart. "Erm...Harry, we're going to go study in the library, I'll see you at Quidditch," Ron offered up quickly as he helped Hermione to her feet. Please don't ask questions Ginny, Hermione thought to herself, wishing no one would say anything so they could be on their way. Gods, it's been less than 24 bloody hours, and already I need him again. What's gotten into me, she thought as she nodded politely to Neville, Ginny and Harry. Ginny winked at her and she stifled a giggle. Harry caught it and made a gagging noise. "Come on Gin, I don't want to think about the two of them like that," Hermione heard him say as she and Ron raced off. She turned and giggled at him and he quickly followed her. They walked as fast as they could up to the Head's quarters. She gave the portrait the password and before she could get completely inside the portrait hole Ron had pinned her against the wall kissing her passionately. Hermione pulled away and shushed him, knowing very well that Charlie could be in the common room. He wasn't there, but Hermione noticed something out of the corner of her eye, a ribbon around the doorknob of his bedroom door. She mused to herself, it seems as though all the Heads and prefects are getting their fair share of enjoyment these days. Ron was impatiently pushing her towards her room.
Once inside he practically threw her on the bed. He climbed quickly over her and as he did his vibrant hair hung down in his eyes, and his cheeks were slightly flushed. Hermione reached down and pulled her shirt over her head revealing a deep green lace bra, the fabric of which barely concealed her pink nipples. He quickly removed his own clothing until he was wearing nothing but his boxers and socks. Hermione laughed to herself, he always wears his socks. She pushed herself higher on the bed and in the process removed her pants. Ron leaned over and took the string on her thong between his teeth. He slowly pulled it off leaving her only in her bra. "Oh Ron, don't tease, I can't stand it when you tease," she said desperately. Before she knew it her bra was on the floor and he had penetrated her completely. She raised her hips slightly so that he could move faster and deeper. He bit at her neck and pinched her nipples hard. Hermione gasped and contracted around him. It had only been since last night but she desperately needed to feel release again. She dug her nails into his shoulders and rocked harder. Ron had started to perspire and moan. She coaxed him on when she could tell they were both getting close. His rough movements caused her to shudder and suddenly she was reeling and seeing sparks. Ron cried out, "Oh Mione," and she let out a moan of pleasure that echoed the strength of her orgasm. He collapsed onto her chest and she sighed. Ron kissed her forehead lightly and rolled to his side a little and embraced Hermione. She whispered to him, "love you, Weasely"...