-Red and White Silk-
They had made their way down to the Room of Requirement without meeting a single teacher, ghost or cat and they were feeling quite good about what was to come.
Hermione looked at Ron who was staring ahead at the place where the door would appear. Ron looked at Hermione and said, "Let me do it. I want it to be romantic; I know exactly what I want."
Hermione stepped back and watched as Ron paced the floor three times with his eyes closed tightly. She began to wonder what kind of a room he would create, when a door suddenly appeared.
Ron opened his eyes and grabbed the door handle. He opened the door and motioned for Hermione to walk in first. She gasped at the sight.
The room was completely covered with red and white silk. There was a huge four poster bed with white silk sheets and red rose petals on it to match the red pillows. The two night tables on either side of the bed were also draped in red silk cloth and one had bottles of white and red wine, and the other had dipped chocolate strawberries.
Candles were everywhere in the room, all in shades of whites, reds and pinks, and indifferent shapes and sizes. The flicker of over a hundred candles made the room seem so much more romantic, and the soft vanilla fragrance that they were emitting was amazing.
The floor was covered in a beautiful cream colored carpet that was so soft Hermione was tempted to make love on the floor. She walked into the room, still not believing that Ron could imagine something this beautiful when she heard him gently close the door.
Ron locked the door with a wave of his wand and then closed his eyes, thinking very hard.
He opened his eyes and looked around until he spotted it on the table next to him. He walked over andpicked up the yellow lilies. He then dug his hand deep into his robes pocket and pulled out a small black box.
He slowly walked towards Hermione and then tapped her on the back. She turned, her face full of excitement and wonder.
"Ron this is unbelievable!" she gasped with her hands clenching her heart.
"I want to make it even more unbelievable." Ron stuck out the lilies and Hermione's face grew even more with excitement.
Ron took a deep breath. "Hermione, the past fourteen days have been the best days of my life. I'm so happy that you and I are finally one, and I wanted to do this now, just in case we do get caught later down the line, at least today would be special."
He brought his left hand from around his back. Hermione saw the small box and gasped. He opened it for her and she saw a simple but beautiful gold ring. The ring was thin and delicate looking with seven tiny stones set inside; four rubies and three yellow sapphires.
Ron explained, "A promise ring. I know it's not much, I picked it up in Diagon Alley –"
"Oh Ron don't be stupid, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" gasped Hermione.
Ron smiled, "I made sure it was gold and red so if anyone asks, you can tell them it's for Gryffindor, and there are seven gems in total to represent the seven years that I've loved you." Ron paused and smiled at Hermione's speechless expression. Hermione was amazed that he had placed so much thought into a ring.
"But it's a ring to go with a promise. I promise to be faithful. I promise to never lie, well unless you ask me if I think you look fat in a certain pair of pants, I can't say that I won't lie to not hurt your feelings." Hermione smiled, "And I promise to always try my very best to keep that wonderful smile of yours on your face."
Hermione began to cry. "Oh Ron!" She threw her arms around her neck and started to cry tears of joy.
Ron was happy to see that she was happy. "So does this mean you'll wear it?"
"Of course I'll wear it!" She got control of herself and pulled away to let him slip the ring onto her right hand ring finger.
The ring fit like a dream. The jewels sparkled gorgeously in the low candle light, but the thing that made her the most happy was his promise to her.
Hermione quickly had an idea and told Ron to sit down on the bed. He helped himself to some red wine and poured a glass of white for Hermione. Hermione though was preoccupied. She needed to think.
She closed her eyes and thought very hard when she heard a small pop and turned around to see a set of folding doors. She walked behind the doors and closed her eyes thinking hard. And when she opened them, she saw it; a beautiful white silk nightgown with small, delicate red roses embroidered on it.
She smiled as she imagined Ron's expression, and she quickly stripped out of her robes and into the gown. The cool material felt like a cloud next to her bear skin.
She felt her nipples harden as the material teased her breasts. She felt herself getting wet as she stood behind these folding doors, getting aroused by her own body and how sexy she felt.
Ron was now sitting on the bed, already done one glass of wine and was about to pour another when Hermione came walking from behind the folding doors. His jaw dropped, his eyes popped and his groin immediately reacted.
She came prowling across the room, her nipples hard against the soft material. Ron licked his lips; although it had been less than 24 hours since he last touched her; that was much too long to be away from Hermione.
Hermione strode over to Ron, grabbed the glass out of his hand, threw him back onto the bed and jumped on top of him.
She sat on top of him, and he grabbed her butt so she could lean over and grab her glass of wine. She took a long sip, but let a small drop dribble down her lip, down her neck and into her cleavage.
Ron smiled, "I love you so much."
"So do I … always have, always will." And with these last words, Hermione let her glass slip out of her hand and her body slip into erotic bliss.