7/21/05

AL-I-Bus Presents

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

After the Wedding, Before the War

I've decided I like this story. Thus, it shall be continued. In this chapter I plan on returning to the Ron and Hermione side of things. It was necessary to examine the Harry and Ginny side of things because, well because Ginny is a kick ass girl and she deserves some love. Since this will obviously never become a published part of the Harry Potter series, I feel free to proceed as I see fit. Trust that this fic will remain to be based and built on the foundation of the Rowling's story. Anyway go ahead and read it and enjoy it.

Harry Potter, and all of the characters mentioned below are the original creations of J.K. Rowling and, as such, are her intellectual and legal property, unless she foolishly sold them to someone. I hastily agree to accept no funds, or benefit myself in any tangible manner from the forthcoming tale. This is just me, using the characters that I have grown to love in the way that my insane, and often empty, mind wants to. Flames, endorsements, critiques, and comments are more than welcome.

PS: Warning, a limeish argument can be made about this chapter. This fic will not become a lemon, I swear it! It may produce a lemony side story, but this particular fic will remain PG-13ish at the worst. Don't say I didn't warn you, I'm just in a mood this evening.

Chapter 3: A Miserably Mean Game

"Ron I HATE FLYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"

Buckbeak cawed in response to Hermione's cry of anguished fear and dove once more towards the surface of Lake Hogwarts. Ronald felt his ribs approach the snapping point as his girlfriend squeezed him tighter than he previously thought possible. Not that he didn't enjoy the squeezing, but he was sure he'd be bruised.

Hermione's bushy brown hair blew in the late afternoon breeze. She cursed Ron and Harry under her breath. How dare they force her back onto this beast, Harry knew how she hated to be off of the safe loving support of the ground. Ron patted Buckbeak on his flank, and he darted off towards the shore. Harry stood below with Hagrid, smiling up at the pair.

Buckbeak the Hippogriff landed and slowed from a trot to a stop in front of the waiting men. As soon as the ride stopped Hermione disembarked gracefully.

"Off off off off OFF OFF OFF!" she awkwardly tumbled from the side of the hippogriff landing in a heap at the beast's taloned feet. Ron chuckled and climbed off rather normally. Reaching down she cradled his beloved in his arms and walked towards Harry and Hagrid.

"Well I enjoyed the ride, thanks Buckbeak, thanks Harry." Harry nodded, his attention turned to his pet Hippogriff. Ron strode towards the castle holding his laughter in as Hermione trembled in his arms. "Thank you Ron, but I think," a pale face greeted him from the crook of his arm, "I think I'd prefer your lovely surprises to take place on the ground from now on."

Ron grinned at her, leaning his head down he kissed her softly on the lips. Pulling away he enjoyed her satisfied sigh and the warmth and weight of her pressed up against him.

The Golden Trio had arrived at Hogwarts to meet with Headmaster McGonagall and the rest of the Order. Arriving two days early had given the threesome a chance to unwind and settle in at the castle. It was certainly odd to be at Hogwarts, but to not have the pressure of being a student. The wonderful weather had been a nice way to ease the mood, but off in the distance storm clouds approached as if signifying the inevitable approach of the war.

These were problems and concerns for the near future. Today was for cherishing, today was for happiness, today was for family and friends, and, Ron though, today was for love. They reached the Gryffindor tower's 7th year prefect's rooms. Reaching out weakly Hermione turned the knob.

He dumped his load upon the bed and was upon her in a flash. Hands out he tickled her sensitive areas. Poking and teasing with nimble fingers. At the same time Ron's lips were pressed into respectful, but loveable places. He kissed her nose while tickling beneath her arms, kissed her mouth while teasing the crease of her jaw line, kissed her neck while caressing her back. Hermione quickly went from pale and sickly to a healthy shade of red. Her breathing became deeper and more ragged.

A shaky breath was cut short as Ron pressed his lips firmly against hers. His tongue tapped against her soft pink lips as if requesting permission to enter. She happily parted her lips. Ron suckled tenderly at her mouth; she trembled and kissed him back urgently. A soft moan escaped her lips.

Pulling away from her, Ron leaned into his love, spooning her from behind. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly. The warmth of their love ebbed between the couple, encircling and enveloping them both.

"Ron, I…" Hermione arched an eyebrow abruptly; Ron snorted once, and then began to snore evenly. "You bastard!" Hermione turned her neck. She glowered down at her man. He lay peacefully, breathing evenly, his mouth lay open slightly. Freckles dotted his features, and she followed their path from his mouth to his nose. Her scowl softened, and became a soft contented smile.

She rested her head on the pillow. His arms would always hold her like this, always keep her safe. Even if he was a lunk head at times.

"Mmmmm…yes, just like that 'mione" Ron's voice drifted into her ears as she felt herself drifting off fitfully against him. Suddenly she felt a sharp pressure press into her backside. She gasped, her eyes shooting wide open. Reaching back between them her hand traveled the length of his torso, coming to rest on the hardness between them. She smiled mischievously and began to follow the instructions Ginny had given her.

Ron awoke with a start. The late afternoon sun had sunk behind the evening clouds. The stars appeared high in the sky along with the full moon. The castle grounds were illuminated beneath the night sky. Magically enchanted chariots ran to the grounds from all directions. The members of the Order approached one by one. None apparating, using portkeys, or the floo network. Old fashioned chariot traveled was required to maintain the utmost secrecy.

The meeting was not scheduled until late the next morning, however, until then it was just Ron and Hermione. He yawned and attempted to stretch, but he was unable to move his right arm. For such a petite girl Hermione was heavy when she slept. Resigning himself to being pressed against her, he simply rested.

As Ron's lower half pressed against Hermione's back, he felt a slight dampness beneath his robes. With a start he realized what had happened. "Oh shit! If Hermione realizes what just happened she'll," Ron's breath caught in is throat as Hermione shifted. Turning over, her eyes fluttered open.

Gazing into the deep blue windows to Ronald Weasly's soul caused her to smile widely. She had enjoyed herself while he slept. The responses he had given her had done much to cause her to forget their earlier flight, and she had squealed with delight when she received the fruits of her labor. The taste was remarkably intriguing, as was the naughty game she knew she'd be able to play when Ron would awake. He hadn't given her any indication of being awake, so she knew he'd have no memory of what had happened. He would probably think that while he was sleeping his "teenage hormones" had acted up. Well Ronald's ignorance would do to amuse her for a while.

"Ron, what's wrong? Do you feel quite alright? You're terribly red, even for you." His blushed deepened. So she had suspected something was wrong already, should he come right out and tell her? No, that would be certain suicide. "Nnno, it's nothing Hermione, I guess I, uh, well I." She cut him off and upped the ante by rolling off of his arm and onto his chest.

"Ron," she pouted cutely, "I want a kiss." He had no choice but to oblige her. It would be difficult to continue to be "proper" with her pressed against him like this. He could already feel the tingling of blood rushing towards the center of his being. He tried to remember his favorite Quidditch matches, but it did not help. Soon she was straddling him, mercifully his legs rather than his groin, kissing him deeply.

Suddenly she sat up straight. "What is that smell?" She sniffed the air a few times, "I've never smelled anything quite so, so, particular." Ron gulped, "I don't smell anything Hermione, maybe you are imagining it." Inching forwards closer to his lap, she shook her head cutely. "No, I definitely smell something quite primal in the air Ronald. I do wish I knew what it was." He nearly swallowed his tongue when she said primal the way she did. It was too much. Suddenly she was moving slightly, almost imperceptibly she slid forwards, and then back. She continued her slight gyrations while diving into Ron's mouth with her tongue.

He was having full blown discomfort now, and he knew Hermione knew it, but oddly enough she hadn't shrieked in embarrassment, or attacked him. Something odd was up. "Oh Ronald! I don't know what it is, but that smell is making me hungry, as if for food, but...not quite. Well in any event my back is stiff, it feels absolutely rigid and I was hoping you could give it a nice rub for me?"

Ron had no choice. He lifted Hermione from his lap, plopping her on the bed beside him. Then he rose up and straddled her hips from behind as she lay on her stomach. His difficulty pressed into her ass. There was no way to avoid it, (and no way to say it prettily). She let out a satisfied sigh as she felt the poke. Ron reached down and applied pressure with the tips of his fingers in the middle of her back.

"Wait a tick honey" Hermione fiddled beneath her for a moment and her robe slid down her body. She was adorned in a light halter top and the tips of her sexy, but respectful panties peeked out at Ron. "And move your hands lower, the pain is in my lower back."

Ron pressed, rubbed, stretched, and kneaded with his fingers, rubbing in small circles. Finally he rested the palms of his hands flat on her back, just above her bum. The entire time Ron applied pressure through his ministrations, Hermione was unleashing deep moans of pleasure at him. Her head lay to the side, and he watched, mesmerized as her mouth continually opened and released noises that were tugging at much more than just his heart string.

"mmmm…Ron, pant pant, I…I…oh Merlin! I know what that smell is! Ah, mmmm, it isn't bleach, but, it smells like it. It, yes like that, isn't glue, but it looks like it. And it isn't heaven, oh oh, but while you were asleep I had a taste and, right there Ronald Weasly, it tastes just like it!"

"Hermione! That was a miserably mean game!" She stared him deep in the eyes, "yes it was, but I will make it up to you…"

Then they both absolutely lost it. Tearing her robes from her body, Hermione fairly leapt up at Ron. The moans of pleasure from the backrub quickly became moans of passion from, well other things. And the two of them became of age in a way that birthday's cannot measure.

The carriages rolled in to the castle. Members of the Order of the Phoenix were led to their rooms by Mr. Filch. Rest was had in each room, aside, of course from Ron and Hermione's. Oh and by the way, Ginny walked past the room she had been assigned too once Mr. Filch had meandered down the hall. Passing the room she knew to be assigned to Ron, she noticed the noises and smells.

Making a face she poked a finger down her throat in a puking fashion. Then, spurred by motivation, she hustled off to Harry's room.