Hermione sat with her feet propped up on the old, brown couch, at Molly's insistance who in recent weeks had warmed up to the idea of her and the baby more. Ten weeks and counting, Ginny had gone to all of the healer appointments with her, and they were becomming really good friends. They had never been particularly close, and she was glad to have righted that.

She missed Ron.

He kept his promise, writting as soon as he got...wherever he was. He owled her everyday, sometimes twice a day. Ron wanted to know everything about everything, how she was feeling, how the healer's appointments were, every little thing that happend with her pregnancy, he wanted to know about it.

She often thought about how they got into this situation...

Flashback

"Cup of tea for your thoughts." Ron handed her a steaming mug that had small blue flowers on it, and was chipped on one side. It was chilly outside in Godric's Hollow, the house they were staying in was small and crammped, but it was the best they could do. Harry was holed up in the first of the two bedrooms, and wasn't answering anyone.

Ron and herself had been staying in the second bedroom, which had been weird at first, but she was beinging to like...love waking up next to him.

"Thank you." She said, taking the tea from him and making room on the wooden steps."Harry still in his room?"

"Yeah, I tried to get him to come out but I think it's best to leave him alone." Ron leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Did I ever tell you how happy I am that things...well that they've gone so well?"

Hermione lifted her head to look at him and smiled, "No, you didn't" Things were going really great, ever since Dumbledore's funeral, where afterwards it had all come out in the open...finally. They still fought like crazy, but that was them. The upside to the fighting was the making up, which she was pretty sure they both thoroughly enjoyed.

"I really am happy." Ron said, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him.

"You better be." She said, kissing the corner of his mouth, which was the only spot on him that she could reach. Ron turned his face and caught her lips for a longer kiss. He ran his fingers over her cheek, across her jaw and down her neck, and she shivered under he touch.

Hermione pulled back, dizzy and rested her forehead against his. "Did I ever tell you how good you are at that."

"No," He mumbled, taking the tea cup out of her hands and setting it off to the side. "You didn't."

The chills that were sent over her body when he looked at her, made her feel so amazing.

And scared. She knew what this was all leading up to...sex. They had talked about it, of course, sleeping in the same room Hermione didn't want Ron to assume that sex was going to happen right away. Why give the poor boy false hope? But, it had become increasingly harder to keep their hands off each other, and Hermione found herself thinking about it...alot.

"It's late." She whispered, making up her mind.

"Right, come on you need your beauty sleep." Ron took her hands and helped her to a standing position.

"Sleep huh?"

"Yes," He laughed. "Normally that's what happends at the end of the day."

"You sure there isn't anything else we could do...in the bedroom?"

Ron raised his eyebrows, shocked at her admission, truth be told, she was too. Never had she been so forward, but never had she felt like this either. Ron seemed to be having a debate in his mind, and she decided he was thinking far too much. Resting her hands on his shoulders she stood on her tip toes and kissed him with all the love and passion she could muster. He was caught off gaurd, but it didn't take him long to react by wrapping his arms around her, making sure there was no space between them at all.

Hermione took control deepening the kiss, she pulled at his jumper and backed up to the door that led into the house. She reached behind her for the door knob, but Ron was quicker than she and was already pushing her through the door and kicking it shut with his foot. Breathing was becomming a problem and Hermione broke away, panting heavily.

"Are you sure about this?" Ron whispered, he still hadn't opened his eyes. "Because we don't have to...Oh merlin I hope your sure."

"I am." Hermione confirmed, taking his hand and leading him into their bedroom. Once inside Ron lowered his mouth to hers in a searingly hot kiss, without tearing their lips away from each-other, he locked the door.

With that soft click, everything changed. They entered a completly different world in which they weren't searching for Horcruxes or fighting Voldemort. They weren't the best friends of The-Boy-Who-Lived or fending off deadly curses everyday.

They were just Ron and Hermione.

Ron moved his lips across her cheek and down her neck, sucking and biting in just the right spots. She moaned and slid her hands up his jumper, feeling the muscluar chest she had dreamed about. He pulled back a little helping her rid him of that piece of clothing. Slowly, Ron pushed her back to the bed, falling softly on top of her.

She loved his weight pressing her into the mattress, and the heat they were making was incredible. Hermione felt she was wearing far too many clothes and that something should definitly be done about that. She reached out for Ron's hand and slid it up under her shirt. It seemed to be all the invatation he needed, because his other hand left her waist and began pulling at the shirt. Hermione raised her arms, letting him take it off.

He stared at her for a moment, not at her body but into her eyes. The dark blue clouding with desire, love and affection. He leaned down and flicked his tounge at the hollow of her neck, than across her left shoulder, sliding her bra strap down as he went. Ron repeated the action across her right shoulder than reached around to unhook and letthe garment fall off.

Hermione pressed her chest against his, skin on skin. Ron let out a moan deep in his throat, that seemed to go all the way through her. Her hands slid down his chest to his torso, teasing the soft patch of hair she found there. Ron tore his lips away from hers and kissed down the valley of her breasts, slowly he laved her nipples, making her gasp from pleasure. Their bodies seemed to be going on instinct, and insticnt, it seemed, worked well for them.

His hands were traveling over her jean clad legs which were were slightly bent on either side of him. The light touches made thier way over her thighs to the front or her pants, where Ron flicked the button open and slid the zipper down. Ron kissed a line down her body, pulling her jeans down at the same time. He tossed them across the room, without breaking eye contact.

It was amazing that she didn't feel at all embarassed, she felt completly at ease. Taking him by suprise she flipped them over so he was lying on his back and she was stradling his lap. Hermione leaned down and mimicked his movements, kissing down his chest and undoing his jeans. Hooking her fingers in the belt loops she slid them down his legs. Relishing in the gasp he made when she crawled back up his body, trying to kiss every exposed part of him.

Ron rolled them over again, sliding in between her legs. He coasted his hands down her sides, comming to rest at the thin fabric covering her brown curls. She felt the material being pulled off, and his hand slip down to stroke her. Hermione threw her head back, never had she been touched like this, but she wanted more.

She reached her hand down and rubbed his hardness, earning her a soft sound that was a cross between a growl and a moan. Slow turned to fast as she frantically tried to rid him of his boxer shorts. Finnally Ron lay naked on top of her, kissing her fiercly and running his hands all over her skin.

"I love you, Hermione." He breathed, brushing his lips across her forehead.

"I love you, Ron." She returned.

Ron positioned himself at her enterance and slowly slid into her. She knew that there would be some pain the first time, there always was for girls, and she tried to relax the best she could. She bit on her bottom lip to keep from screaming, and Ron stopped, letting her adjust to him. Soon, the pain subsided and Hermione nodded, silently telling Ron to continue. The hurt was rapidly being replaced by pleasure and Hermione wrapped her legs around Ron's waist, taking him in even deeper.

The world was shut out, right now there was only them, in this moment. Hermione's hips moved to meet Ron's every thrust untill a wave of pleasure engulfed her. She never took her eyes away from his, even when he stiffened and came inside her, neither closed thier eyes.

Ron collapsed on top of her, both of them covered in a thin layer sweat. He rolled off, next to her.

"Wow." Was all either could manage.

End Flashback

Hermione sighed, that night they had made a baby, their frist time ever being together intimatly and they had made a baby. She didn't regret it, not in the least. That night, and the others that came after it, were something she would hold onto while Ron was away. She closed her eyes and wondered what he was doing at that very moment.

A/N: Try and be gently my beloved reviewers, this is the first time I've ever written a "steamy" scene like this. Constructive critisim is always welcome, I like to know what I can work on. Keeps me on my toes as a writter.