-… and Into the Bedroom-

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened the door. He wished and prayed that his new room didn't look pathetic. He didn't want to see Hermione's face if his room looked "kiddish" and not "manly".

Ron slowly opened his eyes and he felt his jaw drop. It was the best room ever. The room was twice the size of his old one, and the walls had been painted a worn out navy, his favorite color.

His new bed was big enough for three people to sleep in and the old white frame had four tall posts that went up to the ceiling. On top of the posts were long pieces of navy fabric that were currently pulled back, but could be drawn.

Across from the bed was his old chest that had been re-painted white, along with an old chair and a tall mirror. The window that faced outside was also covered with a knitted blue curtain, that was moving slightly because of the wind blowing threw the crack in the glass.

Ron walked into the room and sat down on the navy sheets that covered his bed; sheets that were soft and felt so warm against his cold skin.

Without thinking twice, he removed all of his clothing and crawled into his new bed. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the wind and rain outside, as he enjoyed the feeling of the cloth against his naked body.

He lay there for what felt like an eternity when he suddenly heard someone calling his name. His eyes popped open as he realized that Hermione was in the house with him; and by the sounds of it had finished her shower and was looking for him.

"Hermione I'm over here!" he called as he sat up in bed, and then felt his heart jump as he realized that he was naked.

He didn't know whether to run and close the door, or stay put under the covers. But before he could make up his mind, Hermione came around the corner.

"Is this now your room?" she asked curiously as she spotted Ron sitting in his bed. Ron would have been embarrassed if it wasn't for the fact that Hermione was holding up a towel that was covering her own naked body.

"Yeah. It's well, sort of a surprise present from my mum and dad. Not bad though eh? No more orange." Ron tried to smile as he felt his face get hot.

That wasn't the only part of him that was getting hot. Seeing Hermione with her wet long hair sticking gently to her shoulders and seeing her beautifully shaped legs sticking out of a rather short towel was making another part of his body hot too.

Hermione smiled as she stood at the door embarrassedly, not knowing what to do or say next. She could tell by the way Ron was acting that he was naked underneath those covers, and the one thing she wanted to do at this very moment was jump on top of him and start kissing every part of his divine body.

"Hermione?" Ron said with a shaky voice looking down at his covers. "Look. I know this may seem weird and all but - "

He was cut off by Hermione's lips pressed against his. Without thinking twice, Hermione had strode across the room, while still holding up her towel, and leaned in to kiss Ron.

The kiss was warm and sent waves of heat through both of their bodies. Ron couldn't believe his luck, the question he was about to ask had just been answered in the best of ways.

Hermione was relieved that Ron hadn't pulled away, but instead had grabbed her arms and was gently pulling her on top of him.

They lay there for a while; Hermione on top on the sheets, on top of Ron, kissing passionately like there was no tomorrow.

Ron was holding her face, running his fingers through her damp hair while Hermione was holding onto the pillow underneath his head, her lower body rocked up and down, back and forth teasing his lower half.

Ron pulled away slightly, and Hermione stopped. She opened her eyes and stared into Ron's, she was hoping that he didn't think she was a tramp; she just wanted him so badly.

"Hermione …" Ron whispered as he looked into her eyes. "There's something I have to say." Hermione's heart did a small flip. "I love you, Hermione. Always have, always will. Every time I'm around you, my heartbeat quickens, my soul is happy, I just … I just want to know if you feel the same way."

Hermione laughed a sexy sort of laugh. "Of course I feel the same way, you silly fool! Would I be on top of you wearing nothing but a towel if I didn't love you too?" She smiled, smiled with all of her soul and was happy to see Ron's face light up with the same kind of happiness that she was feeling.

Hermione sat up on top of Ron, her lower half on his lower half. She could feel a bulge underneath the covers and looked up to see Ron blushing. She slowly lowered herself back on top of Ron; she was now moving with instinct that didn't require thought.

She slowly brought her head up to his right ear and whispered very slowly but clearly, "I want to feel your body … next to mine. I want to feel you. I've been thinking about it for such a long time … I have to have it. Please?" She begged, with a desperate tone in her voice.

Ron couldn't take it. This was better than any dream he had ever had. He nodded and then kissed her neck. Hermione slowly got off of him and off of the bed.

She stood beside the bed and let the towel drop to the floor, all the while watching Ron's expression.

Ron was amazed. He had never seen such beauty before and with out saying a word lifted the covers so Hermione could craw in beside him.

His body was warm and felt so good against her own cool skin. She laid with her back against his chest, and Ron wrapped his arms around her, warming her up even more.

She noticed that he avoided touching her breasts, so she stuck out her butt and felt the heat of his (well, you know).

Ron's heart was beating faster than ever. He whispered in her ear, "Hermione? Are you sure you want to?"

"Why, don't you?" asked Hermione, her head tilted back to stare into Ron's face.

"Are you kidding? Of course I do. It's just … well I guess I'm nervous that I … won't be good or something." Ron admitted.

Hermione rolled over so that she was facing him. She hugged him tightly and breathed in his sweet scent. Yes, she was sure she wanted him too. She pulled out of the hug and looked into his eyes and whispered,

"Do what feels right. Don't try to "impress" me or anything and don't worry too much. Just feel my body and enjoy me."

With those words, Ron followed his gut and grabbed her into a kiss, his hands began to explore her body as both of their breaths became faster and heavy.

His fingers slowly traveled down her back, her butt and then up her side and to her soft breast.

Hermione threw her head back and let out a deep and sultry moan. Ron was so aroused by this that he naturally positioned himself, ready to enter her.

Hermione didn't need to be told; she spread her legs and gently bit his bottom lip when he entered her.

It was the greatest feeling in the world. It didn't hurt, but instead felt so fulfilling.

They moved as though they were one, as though they had done this many times before, as though it was nothing new. They used the size of the bed to their advantage as they rolled over and over, kissing and rubbing together.

All of their inhibitions were set aside as they moaned and nibbled, scratched and grabbed. And it felt so good to finally experience, for the first time, something they both so badly wanted.

And they were both happy that it was happening with each other.

Half and hour later, when it was all over, they lay there, in each others arms, listening with closed eyes to the dying storm outside. When Ron's breath had finally come back to it's normal rhythm, he drew in a deep breath, taking in the sweet smell of Hermione and whispered, "I love you, Hermione. Always have, always will."

"I love you too Ron. More than I can express right now."

Ron smiled. "You just did."