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Hermione rolled over in bed, facing her sleeping boyfriend, Ron. He was good looking, but in a plain way. His bright red hair fell into his eyes. A sprinkle of freckles spread across his otherwise pale face. Ron had continued to grow, even after graduating from Hogwarts. Now 20 years old, he stooped over her at 6'11''. Hermione got together with him at the begging of their sixth year, after a secret steamy romance with his older brother, Bill. No one knew about what went on in those weeks, but Hermione had avoided Bill for the last five years. She only saw him at a distance, never talking to him.
And it's just as well, she thought to herself, as you and Ron are sleeping together. Their first time was the night after graduation. They were walking along in circles when the Room of Requirement door appeared.
Flashback
*****"Er....look." Ron said, turning red. "Er...I wonder why....er....were you thinking...?"
"Yes." Hermione replied breathlessly. She pulled him into the room, locking the door. Instead of the Defense items that filled it during their D.A. meetings, it had one hundred lit candles along the walls. Rose petals were thrown about on the big, fluffy pillows that covered the floor. A small table held a bucket of champagne, her favorite muggle drink. Ron ran light kisses down her neck. He slowly pulled off her shirt, pausing to look into her eyes. In between kisses they got undressed.
Hermione lay down on the floor, with Ron next to her. She shivered as his hand passed up and down her breasts. Their bodies became one.*****
End of Flashback
Hermione leaned toward Ron and whispered "I'm going to cook breakfast, Love. What would you like?"
Ron's eyes opened. "Anything you want, My-own." He said, calling her by the special nick name he had made up.
She reached for her pajama bottoms and walked into the kitchen. The February morning light came in through the windows. They had bough this apartment in Diagon Alley three months ago. It was modern, decorated with pastel colors. As she listened to the WWN she fried eggs and bacon. Ron came in and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"What are you going to do today, Love?" She asked him, burying her head into his shoulder.
"Well, a new shipment for the shop is coming in today, I have to price everything. Later do you want to go for a picnic?" Ron owned a racing broom shop, Ron's Racers.
"Ok. I'll eat then go down to the library. I want to look up a spell that I heard from Ginny. We have to do something about her and Harry. They are having another fight, over his victory party! She wants to stay home, but her wants to take her." Harry and Ginny married a year ago, but they still fought over the silliest things.
"I will talk to Ginny. Love you. Bye." Ron kissed her check, grabbed a piece of bacon, and walked out the door. Hermione sat down at the table with the Daily prophet and her breakfast. As she took a bite of eggs a large tawny owl swooped through an open window. She pulled the thick parchment from his leg before he took off again. Unrolling the letter, she gasped.
To: Ronald Weasley and Hermione granger.
You are cordially invited to attend the Holy Matrimony of William Weasley and Fleur Delacour.
When: September 13
Where: The Burrow
Why: Love
Please reply ASAP.
Hermione set the letter down, her heart pounding. Bill and Fleur had gotten back together last summer, so why were they getting married so soon? She thought to herself. All these wears she had forced Bill out of her mind, but now a flood of memories came back. Their first kiss, on the Weasley's porch at midnight. All those days of sneaking to see each other. Fleur was the only one who knew what went on, because she was in love with Bill, too. Did Bill remember? Did he still think of her? No, she thought, you don't want to know that. You are happy with Ron. You love him. She stood up and ignored the little voice in the back of her head that said "Do you?"
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This is a sequel to Hermione's Unobtainable Romance. Well, there is chapter one. Please review so I can know whether to continue or not. I want good and bad reviews; please tell me what you think. If you haven't read the first story you might be a little lost.
Hermione rolled over in bed, facing her sleeping boyfriend, Ron. He was good looking, but in a plain way. His bright red hair fell into his eyes. A sprinkle of freckles spread across his otherwise pale face. Ron had continued to grow, even after graduating from Hogwarts. Now 20 years old, he stooped over her at 6'11''. Hermione got together with him at the begging of their sixth year, after a secret steamy romance with his older brother, Bill. No one knew about what went on in those weeks, but Hermione had avoided Bill for the last five years. She only saw him at a distance, never talking to him.
And it's just as well, she thought to herself, as you and Ron are sleeping together. Their first time was the night after graduation. They were walking along in circles when the Room of Requirement door appeared.
Flashback
*****"Er....look." Ron said, turning red. "Er...I wonder why....er....were you thinking...?"
"Yes." Hermione replied breathlessly. She pulled him into the room, locking the door. Instead of the Defense items that filled it during their D.A. meetings, it had one hundred lit candles along the walls. Rose petals were thrown about on the big, fluffy pillows that covered the floor. A small table held a bucket of champagne, her favorite muggle drink. Ron ran light kisses down her neck. He slowly pulled off her shirt, pausing to look into her eyes. In between kisses they got undressed.
Hermione lay down on the floor, with Ron next to her. She shivered as his hand passed up and down her breasts. Their bodies became one.*****
End of Flashback
Hermione leaned toward Ron and whispered "I'm going to cook breakfast, Love. What would you like?"
Ron's eyes opened. "Anything you want, My-own." He said, calling her by the special nick name he had made up.
She reached for her pajama bottoms and walked into the kitchen. The February morning light came in through the windows. They had bough this apartment in Diagon Alley three months ago. It was modern, decorated with pastel colors. As she listened to the WWN she fried eggs and bacon. Ron came in and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"What are you going to do today, Love?" She asked him, burying her head into his shoulder.
"Well, a new shipment for the shop is coming in today, I have to price everything. Later do you want to go for a picnic?" Ron owned a racing broom shop, Ron's Racers.
"Ok. I'll eat then go down to the library. I want to look up a spell that I heard from Ginny. We have to do something about her and Harry. They are having another fight, over his victory party! She wants to stay home, but her wants to take her." Harry and Ginny married a year ago, but they still fought over the silliest things.
"I will talk to Ginny. Love you. Bye." Ron kissed her check, grabbed a piece of bacon, and walked out the door. Hermione sat down at the table with the Daily prophet and her breakfast. As she took a bite of eggs a large tawny owl swooped through an open window. She pulled the thick parchment from his leg before he took off again. Unrolling the letter, she gasped.
To: Ronald Weasley and Hermione granger.
You are cordially invited to attend the Holy Matrimony of William Weasley and Fleur Delacour.
When: September 13
Where: The Burrow
Why: Love
Please reply ASAP.
Hermione set the letter down, her heart pounding. Bill and Fleur had gotten back together last summer, so why were they getting married so soon? She thought to herself. All these wears she had forced Bill out of her mind, but now a flood of memories came back. Their first kiss, on the Weasley's porch at midnight. All those days of sneaking to see each other. Fleur was the only one who knew what went on, because she was in love with Bill, too. Did Bill remember? Did he still think of her? No, she thought, you don't want to know that. You are happy with Ron. You love him. She stood up and ignored the little voice in the back of her head that said "Do you?"
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This is a sequel to Hermione's Unobtainable Romance. Well, there is chapter one. Please review so I can know whether to continue or not. I want good and bad reviews; please tell me what you think. If you haven't read the first story you might be a little lost.