Kissing Ron

i.

Their first kiss should be perfect. And it is.

As romantic as learning to kiss with someone you truly love sounds, Hermione is glad she will never have memories of Ron's tongue choking her.

Ron is uncharacteristically cautious, hesitant, as he leans toward her, lips parted, eyes open long enough, Hermione imagines, to see her eyes close. And then he's caught her upper lip between his and they are kissing.

Incoherently, she thinks, he kisses with his feelings, wrapping her in something thick and warm and sweet. She never wants this to end because right now everything seems so certain.

ii.

Harry might want to talk to someone. Or maybe he'd like a sleeping drought. He really oughn't be left alone.

"'Mione?" Ron asks desperately, breaking a rough kiss. His lips move to her neck for what would usually be a persuasive assault. Only, right now, it is an annoyance and, gently, she withdraws.

"Don't you want to... you know...?"

Hermione thinks of Harry, Harry who cheats at potions, Harry who adores treacle tart, Harry who defends her honor, Harry who has the weight of the fate of the world resting on his chest. "Not tonight, Ron," she pauses. "Let's find Harry."

iii.

He's ready for this, Hermione thinks as she slides the shirt off Ron's shoulders. His lips are on her neck. They feel painful and wonderful and wet. Technically, Hermione knows, she is as ready as Ron.

She registers the cool night air on her thighs when Ron hitches up her skirt. Arching into him, she can feel the hard evidence of his arousal. Scared, frustrated, and curious, Hermione shifts closer. But it's not close enough. Ron's eyes search hers, asking permission.

It is hard to say 'no' when your world might end tomorrow. It is hard to say 'no' anyway.

iv.

Ron is alone on his unmade bed, clad only in boxers, face down and fast asleep. Hermione smiles wickedly and moves to straddle him.

His broad, naked back has always intrigued her with the scattering of freckles over pale, milk-white skin. The scientist in her begins to count them, kissing each one as she adds it.

As her count reaches fifty-seven, Ron begins to stir. Knowing he is on the edge of wakefulness, Hermione concentrates more on kissing and less on numbers.

"Oh fuck," Ron moans. And then, "Hermione?"

"Okay." She moves off him slightly, allowing him to turn over.

v.

Ron is waiting for her, dressed in black, a red rose pinned to his chest.

She'd wanted him to wear a white lily to match her bouquet, but he'd insisted on that bloody rose. She thinks it clashes with his hair.

And then their eyes meet and it's all she can do to breath, shakily, instead of dashing up the aisle, into his arms. Ron's lifting her veil. Their lips are touching with everyone watching, cheering. They're dancing, slowly and very close. Ron's around her, inside her, hot, sweaty and heavy.

Later, much later, his hand slips into hers and squeezes.

Author's Note(s):

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Disclaims

Thanks again to my reviewers Possum132 and suckr4romance, I hope this Ron/Hermione action satisfied you

As to your question, JsBurnz, now that this is Ron/Hermione, I have placed it in the Ron/Hermione category. I put it in the Harry/Hermione category for the last chapter's exposition, because, I feel at least, it was very much about Harry and Hermione. And I really do like both pairings, just one is canon and one isn't.

Seeing GOF in very little time! HOORAY!