Chapter 5

It's Only You

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"Hermione, wait!" Ron called, running after her down the streets of Diagon Alley.

The weather had taken a turn for the worse compared to the past few days. The chill of autumn was upon them. The sky was grey, as rain clouds appeared to threaten the day. The streets were packed, yet again, as last minute Hogwarts shoppers got ready for school.

"Hermione, please, wait!" Ron called once more, still running to keep up with her. God, she's fast. He said to himself.

Ron finally caught up with Hermione and grabbed her arm to turn her around.

"Hermione, please listen to me for a second!" He said, slightly out of breath.

"Why, Ron? Why don't you just run back to little Miss Lavender? She's who you have always wanted!" Hermione said, still in tears.

"Hermione, come on! I have not always wanted her. I don't even know why we ever dated last year. Although, I do know why I broke up with her. You! I've always wanted you! No one else. I've cared for you since the first day I saw you. Lavender was just a stupid school crush that I couldn't get over. I was miserable when I was with her; she never made me happy like you do. I'm sorry she has always resented you, but that is because she sees how much you mean to me, Hermione. I am so unbelievably angry at what she is doing to you; she has finally taken her jealousy to an extreme! I plan on doing something about it."

Hermione stood looking at the ground, taking in everything Ron just said to her. She was completely unaware of the massive crowds moving around the street. A loud rumble was heard across the sky, and rain started to slowly fall.

Ron, hoping Hermione was going to reply to him, put his hand gently under her chin and pushed her head up. He looked deeply into her eyes and took a step closer to her.

"Hermione, I'm really sorry, but I promise you, I'll fix it. I would do anything for you; I never want to see you suffer. I'd give my life for you; I will always protect you. Give me a chance to fix this mess. I promise you won't lose your office, if I have to pay for it myself, I will."

The rain had started to really fall. The crowd in Diagon Alley was starting to thin as shoppers made there way into the shops to avoid the rain. Soon Ron and Hermione were the only ones left standing on the street; Ron with Hermione's face in his hand.

"Oh, Ron. I'm sorry I called you a prat. I was just really upset you, know." She said trying but failing to avoid his eyes.
"I know, Hermione. It's okay…I shouldn't have said that about you working with Lavender."

"You were right, Ron. It will mean more help for House Elves and that's what really matters." Hermione said, taking a step closer to him. "I love you, Ron. You're too good to me."

"I'll never be good enough for you, Hermione. You deserve the stars and so much more."

Hermione pushed herself up on her toes and pressed her lips to his, still completely unaware of the now pouring rain falling on them.

Ron pushed himself into her body. It seemed to him as if the world stopped; no one existed except for them. The sudden union of two souls brought together with an ancient magic that swirled around them pushing them closer together. The force and beauty of their kiss was so strong that Hermione suddenly jumped as something hot pressed against her. She pushed away from their kiss and pulled her wand from her back pocket of her jeans. Both Ron and Hermione laughed as blue and pink sparks were erupting like mad from the tip of her wand.

"Wow, Ron! No one has ever made me do that before!" She giggled as she put her wand back in her pocket.

Having pulled away from their kiss, and arriving back into reality, they suddenly realized that it was pouring and they were soaking wet.

"Come on, Hermione, we're soaked. You're place is closer, let's go dry off." Ron said, still smiling.

"Alright, Ron." Hermione replied. With a few loud cracks, they were gone.

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Ron and Hermione arrived at her apartment holding hands and breathing deeply. Still soaking wet Ron twirled Hermione around as if they were in the middle of a dance and brought her into him. Hermione was laughing and smiling as Ron walked them over to a table, plucked a flower out a vase and stuck it between his teeth. He put one hand on her waist, the other in her hand and did really bad tango across her kitchen floor. Ron dipped her backwards and spit his flower out so he could peruse kissing her neck, as it was exposed due to him dipping her. Hermione stood back up and they both continued to laugh heartily at each other.

"Ron, we're dripping water everywhere!" she said while laughing.

"Alright, let's go dry off." He put his arm behind her knees, picked her up from the ground, and carried her into the bathroom.

He sat her on the edge of a rather large counter and went to her cabinet for some towels. He found a large blue, fluffy towel and walked back over to Hermione who was still smiling largely. Ron flipped the towel behind Hermione's back and started to dry her hair and neck. He moved the towel over her robes and stopped to at looked at her.

"What's wrong, Ron?" Hermione asked when he stopped.

"Well, your robes will dry faster if you take them off, you know." Ron said somewhat slyly.

"Oh, yeah, you're right. I'll just go put on some dry ones." With that, she slid down off the counter she was off.

Ron put his hands on her shoulder and said, "Wait, Hermione."

She turned to look at him, not completely aware of why he wanted her to stop, until she saw the look in his eyes as he looked up and down her wet clothed body.

"Hermione, you're so beautiful." He said as he took several steps closer to her.

Hermione smiled at him and took a few steps toward him. Ron bent down and started to gently kiss her lips, then slowly moved down her neck. When he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her robes off, she gave a soft shudder. He paused for a moment to look at her in her wet t-shirt and jeans, noticing how they now showed her frame perfectly.

Ron went back to exploring her neck and she finally gave into temptation and wrapped her arms around him. She teasingly walked around Ron and pulled his wet robes off his shoulders and down his arms. Ron was wearing a short sleeve t-shirt underneath and she ran her hands up his back and kissed the large, strong mussels on his arms.

Ron suddenly spun around and grabbed her by her waist, picked her up, and placed her gently back on the counter. He leaned into her while standing between her legs and began kissing her once more.

Hermione gave a soft moan as Ron moved his hands down her arms and onto the small of her back. He pushed her into him slightly as he moved his hands up her shirt to explore her back. Hermione smiled and lightly pushed him away.

"Here…"she said, "I think this will dry faster off, as well." A malicious grin spread across her face as she reached down, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head.

Ron paused, only for a moment to look at her beauty, and then pressed his face into her chest. Hermione played with his hair and slowly slid her hands down his back. She started to grab and pull his shirt off but he stood up and peeled it off himself. Hermione ran her hands over his chiseled chest and kissed his shoulder.

"Ron, I need to tell you something." She whispered as he kissed her neck and ear.

"Okay." He replied while he started to busy himself with the clasp on her bra.

"Ron, I'm still…ya know." She said weakly.

Ron stopped and looked into her eyes. "It's okay. So am I. You want to wait? He asked, hoping she'd say no.

Hermione just shook her head shyly and unhooked her bra for him, allowing the straps to fall over her shoulders and onto the floor.

Ron, dazed at what he was looking at, just smiled and said, "But not in here, Hermione."

Hermione slid back off the counter and grabbed Ron's hand, guiding him down the hall and into her bedroom. He had never been in her room before. It was small and very well organized. Neat little piles of books were stacked everywhere; one desk stood in the corner with a few papers on it; there was a small vanity with a large mirror attached to it; and in the middle of the room, stood a four poster bed with many books spread about on it. While Hermione cleaned the bed off, Ron glanced curiously at the bottle of perfumes on her dresser.

Just as Ron was going to comment on the rooms organized state, she grabbed his back jean pocket and pulled him over to the bed. She kicked of her shoes and pushed herself up onto the center of the bed. Ron followed her lead and removed his shoes and crawled up beside her. He started to kiss her neck while rubbing her breasts in his hands.

Just as he ran his hands down her stomach and onto the button of her jeans she said, "Wait, Ron."

"Hermione, everything will be alright." He whispered in her ear.

She smiled and said, "No, Ron. Do you remember what you promised me?"

It was if he could read her mind. He pulled out his wand and swished it a few times. Magically the room went dark and it was as if they were surrounded by thousands of beaming stars. Each twinkling and winking back at them. "Yes, you deserve the stars, and so much more."

Ron pushed himself up on his knees and found himself straddling Hermione. He leaned over her and ran his fingers into her still damp hair, while kissing her, massaging her tongue with his. He moved his hands down her body until he made contact with her button on her jeans once more. This time she didn't stop him.
A sudden thrill struck Ron, right behind his navel, as he peeled her jeans and underwear off. He leaned back and almost couldn't breathe from her beauty. She was perfect in his eyes, completely flawless.

She smiled at him and softly said, "Your turn."

Hermione pushed herself up onto her knees and unhooked his belt buckle then pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees. He rolled onto his back and pulled them the rest of the way down.

Ron gently pressed his one hand on her cheek while the other hand went down her back and guided her back onto the bed. He ran his hands down the length of both her arms until they were holding hands. They were now chest to chest. Ron could feel her warm breath on his neck as he kissed her cheek.

"Are you ready?" He whispered.

She nodded in reply.

Hermione spread her legs to allow entry as he slid himself down on the bed. They were staring deep into each others eyes as he slowly pressed himself into her. She let out a pain filled moan as a single tear slid down her cheek. Ron started to pull away until she put her hands on his chest and said, "No, I'm okay, Ron."

With that, he started moving in and out of her. With each pass their pleasure increased. Ron could feel beads of sweat on his forehead as there rhythm increased in speed.

"Oh, Ron." Hermione called out as she ran her hands through her hair.

Ron put his lips on her chest as he continued gaining speed. She wrapped her hands around him and started pawing at his back, her moans increasing. Hermione moved her hands and pushed down on the bed, arching her back as she did so.

"Oh god, RON!" she screamed.

The stars around them seemed to quiver; the very room around them seemed to explode. A great burst radiated from them both, and from somewhere in the room her wand was making noises and sparking again. Ron himself seemed to be radiating with an odd haze that burst around the room as they climaxed. Hermione felt this magic energy pass threw her and the bed shook dangerously from it.

They sat there breathing intensely, holding each other, not wanting to let go. This energy they made was still surrounding them, binding them together.