Warning:

This chapter is rated R due to its strong sexual content. While not graphic enough to warrant an NC-17 rating, at times it is quite explicit. It is definitely NOT suitable reading material for children, or those that are sensitive or easily offended.

For those of you that ARE interested, there is a more explicit NC-17 extended version which I've posted as an outtake called Completion at the Checkmated . com site. It is located in the section called the Bedchamber, but to access it you will have to register and wait for the Council to approve you.

Author's notes:

BE WARNED! This chapter will end with a MONSTER cliff hanger. Those of you that don't like those kind of things, may want to wait until I get chapter 53 up and then read them both together as they were originally meant to be.

Chapter 52

When Ron heard the soft tap on his bedroom door, he abruptly stopped pacing and spun around to face the direction the noise had come from. It was her. She was here. It was really going to happen. They were going to have sex. They were going to have sex and once they did, they'd actually be married. Hermione was about to become his wife. Not just his wife; she'd be more than that. She was about to become his soulmate, because after they consummated their marriage, they were going to link their souls with a Coupling Potion. They were about to be connected in ways even his parents weren't.

Oh god, he moaned in his head, unable to do anything but stare at the closed door, panic gripping him and clawing its way up the inside of his stomach when the knocking sound came again, even louder this time. Oh god, oh god, oh god!

"Ron, are you in there?" he heard Hermione's voice call through the door.

Bloody hell!

Snap out of it and let her in, you pillock.

"Can I come in?" she asked, even as she opened the door. "Ron?" Hermione asked again uncertainly, pushing on the door as she called out his name. "Why didn't you answer me?" she inquired, when she spotted him standing in the center of his dorm room. "Everyone on my side has gone down to the Halloween feast," she stated from the hallway, "so I figured it was safe to come up. They're all gone, right?" she asked him, referring to his roommates. "So can I come in then?" she added, once he'd nodded his head to let her know that they were, in fact, alone.

Say something, you idiot, a voice shouted in his head, but try as he might, he just couldn't speak, so he responded by nodding his head again.

BLOODY BUGGERING HELL!

"Are you all right?" Hermione asked, when Ron's already wide eyes shifted from her face to the bag she'd snatched out of the hallway, and became even larger. "Are you feeling all right?" she pressed, moving in closer when she noted his pallid complexion and rapid breathing. "You aren't going to be sick, are you?"

I might, he thought. But it'll take more than that to stop me.

"Wha... what's that?" he finally asked, pointing at the rucksack Hermione had dropped at their feet.

"Oh," she said, her cheeks coloring a bit. "Just... um... some things I thought we might need."

"What kind of things?" Ron asked, unable to keep the alarm out of his voice as he imagined what that small bag might contain.

Ropes? A blindfold? Chocolate sauce? Strawberry-flavored body oil? You are such a pervert. This is Hermione you're talking about. Books? She wouldn't bring sex books, would she? No, he decided, but I wouldn't put it past her to sneak that potion into her bag and haul it up here. That's what it is. "It's the potion, isn't it? You brought it up with you."

"I didn't see any reason for us to risk sneaking down to the fourth floor when we're finished."

BLOODY HELL! We're seriously going to do this.

You're damned right we're going to do it, his libido shouted loudly in his head. We've waited long enough. Don't you dare back out now.

Shut up!

"Are... are you s-sure, Hermione?" Ron stuttered, as he watched her eyes dart over to his bed and noticed the way she shifted uncomfortably. "Because we... we don't have to yet. I mean, we can... we can wait if you want."

NO WE BLOODY WELL CAN'T!

I told you to shut up.

You shut up! You're the one that's about to ruin everything. Again. Less talking and more snogging! his libido demanded.

"This is stupid," Hermione sighed, taking a few deep breaths before she marched over to Ron's bed and slowly started peeling off her robes. "It's not like we haven't fooled around plenty of times," she added, sounding far more confident than she actually felt. "This isn't really all that different."

"Uh huh," Ron cried without thinking. "It's totally different."

"No, it's not," Hermione disagreed, hoping that she could convince herself as well as him. "Not really," she continued, as she slowly folded her robes up and set them at the foot of his bed, before loosening her school tie and slipping it over her head. "We've done just about everything but this," she reminded him.

Not that we haven't come pretty close a time or two, she continued in her head, so really, it shouldn't be that big of a deal. You can do this, she told herself, knowing that once they got past their initial nervousness and started enjoying what they were doing, they'd both relax and eventually reach a point where it felt natural for it to happen. Just focus on what you need to do now to get him in the mood and put what's going to happen later out of your mind.

"It's what we both want, right?" Hermione said, tugging her jumper off and folding it into a neat square before placing it, and her tie, on top of her robes to form an ordered pile. "So there's no reason we should wait any longer."

"Um... right," Ron mumbled, unsure how to proceed. "So... uh... should I lock the door, then?" he asked, as he watched her shed her clothes. "Right," he said again, forcing his feet to move when she gave him a disbelieving look. Not only did he bolt the door when he reached it, he grabbed the nearest chair and wedged it under the doorknob for good measure. "That ought to keep them out long enough," he muttered.

"Long enough for what?" Hermione asked, as she gingerly sat down on the edge of Ron's bed and leaned forward to remove her shoes and socks.

"For you to get dressed," Ron replied, using his toes to work his own shoes off. "One of the benefits of living with Fred and George is that you learn how to barricade a door well enough to prevent them from sneaking up on you while you're asleep. I couldn't keep them out entirely, not if they really wanted to get in, especially once they learned to apparate, but Alohomora won't move that chair," he explained, "and Seamus won't expect it to be there, so if he tries to creep in here and catch a glimpse of you starkers, we'll hear him coming well before he manages to get through the door."

"You don't think he'd actually try something like that?" Hermione asked, rising to her feet again.

"Not if he values his life, he won't."

"Well, just in case, I'm going to Imperturb the door," she stated, going down on one knee and fishing around in her bag until she found her wand. "That way no one will be able to hear us, either," she added, stowing her wand away after she'd used it.

"So you're not going to shield the bed, then?" Ron asked, as Hermione stood up again, and slid her hands behind her back.

"Why?" she asked. "We've got the entire room to ourselves."

Bloody hell! Ron groaned in his head, completely oblivious to the fact that she'd answered his question because the only thing he'd heard was the sound of the zipper on the back of her skirt sliding down. As insignificant as that simple sound might have been in any other context, it had an immediate effect on him. It wasn't just that his level of anxiety shot up a notch or two. It was that he discovered it was possible to be completely terrified and aroused at the same time. Up until that point, he'd been worried that his nerves might pose something of a problem, but obviously that wasn't going to be the case. All Hermione had to do was unzip something and his body was instantly ready.

This is it, he thought, watching with wide eyes as Hermione slowly stepped out of her skirt. We're really going to have sex. But how the hell am I supposed to start? he asked himself. I can't just jump on her. Then the answer came to him. Let her make the first move.

She's already made the first move, you daft git, a more sensible voice piped in. She's stripping, for Merlin's sake. Don't just stand here and watch or you'll make her uncomfortable, he scolded himself, when he realized he was ogling her shapely thighs.

How can she not already be uncomfortable? Ron asked himself, as Hermione folded her skirt in half, turned around so her back was facing him, and set it down on top of her pile of clothes. How can she not be terrified? he wondered, more than a little disappointed by the fact that the button-up shirt she was wearing was just long enough to hide her knickers from view. We're going to have sex.

"Well?" Hermione said, when she spun back around and found Ron gaping at her like he'd never seen her bare legs before. "Are you just going to stand there by the door, or what?" she asked. "Because it's rather chilly in here and I was counting on you to help warm me up."

"Er, okay," Ron replied awkwardly, tugging his jumper over his head and dropping it on the floor as he moved forward to close the distance between them.

"Wait," Hermione said, holding one of her hands out in the air to stop him before he got too close. "The lights," she added, when she saw the confused expression on his face.

"But I want to see you," Ron protested, saying the first thing that popped into his head without taking the time to think about how it might sound, or how uneasy it could make her. "Er... sorry," he added almost instantly. "It doesn't really matter. I'll put them out," he said, moving over to his bedside table, snatching his own wand off the top, and pointing it up at the gas lanterns burning above their heads.

"Just dim them," Hermione amended, as she climbed onto his four poster bed and closed the curtains.

For a moment Ron considered extinguishing all of the lanterns, just to set her mind at ease, but in the end, he gave in to his base desire and left one of them burning. Most of the light would be diffused by the draperies Hermione had drawn around his bed, but enough would get through for them to see by.

Besides, he reasoned, quickly shucking his slacks before moving towards his bed again, it's more romantic and this way I won't make a complete berk out of myself fumbling around in the dark trying to figure out where everything is.

After taking a few deep breaths and attempting to slow his racing heart, Ron ducked under the thick red drapery separating him from his soon-to-be wife, but what he discovered behind those curtains was so astonishing it halted him in his tracks before he managed to get more than one knee up on the mattress. Hermione wasn't buried beneath his blankets as he'd expected. She hadn't tried to cover herself up to ward off the cold night air. Quite the opposite, actually. She was kneeling in the center of his bed, her white shirt nowhere in sight, wearing nothing but the sexiest pair of undergarments he'd ever seen.

Not only did Ron's eyes go wide for the umpteenth time that night, but his mouth went dry as he zeroed in on the thin band of pink lace hugging her thighs. He'd seen Hermione's knickers countless times by now, but never once had she worn anything as feminine or overtly sexy as this. And it wasn't just her knickers, he realized, when his eyes snapped up and locked on her chest. Her bra matched as well, only the delicate pink lace merely ran across the top of the cups, whereas the rest of it-- dear god, the rest of her bra was transparent. A pale pink mesh covered most of her breasts, accentuating them, yet hiding nothing from view.

"So you like it, then?" Hermione asked demurely, unable to keep her cheeks from flushing as she watched the fire ignite in Ron's deep blue eyes.

"Uh huh," he responded, unable to get anything more coherent out as he struggled to maintain control and stomp down his lust. He wanted to tell her that she was perfect, that he'd never seen anyone or anything more beautiful. He wanted her to know that he could happily spend the rest of his life just looking at her, but the words wouldn't come. They were washed away as a powerful surge of desire erupted within him. All he could think about now was touching her, cupping those glorious lace-covered breasts, and feeling her taut nipples press against his palms while he caressed her.

Before he even realized that he was doing it, Ron found himself fully on the bed, kneeling in front of her and reaching forward to do just that. He realized where his hands were heading in the nick of time and managed to divert them both to her shoulders at the last possible second, but he couldn't stop his ears from flushing when he heard her giggle.

Bloody hell, Ron swore in his head, as Hermione reached out and unknotted the tie hanging loosely around his neck. You can't just attack her, you randy prat, he admonished himself. Keep your hands to yourself until she's given you permission.

"Hermione?" he all but begged when she started unbuttoning his shirt. But rather than reply, she simply pressed her mouth to his collarbone and kissed him gently. OH GOD! Ron moaned in his mind, when she continued to work his buttons loose and her mouth dropped progressively lower. "Mione," he tried again.

"Hmmm?" she hummed against his chest, but Ron had reached the end of his tether.

He wanted her succulent lips pressed firmly against his own, not gliding softly down his chest. He needed to kiss her. He wanted to taste her, and he wasn't going to wait any longer.

To hell with waiting for permission, he decided, cupping both her cheeks in his large hands, shifting her face upward until she was looking at him, and then pressing his mouth against hers and kissing her deeply.

Ron wasn't surprised that she kissed him back, or that she did so with a hunger and intensity that matched his own. Hermione usually snogged like she argued, with everything that she had. He was however, caught off guard when she started shaking in his arms and unexpectedly pulled away from him.

"Too fast?" he asked, after seeking out her eyes and realizing that she really was just as nervous about all this as he was.

"A little, yeah," she replied somewhat hesitantly.

"We don't have to," he reminded her. "We can forget the whole thing and go down to the feast if you want.'

"No," Hermione said, "Just...can you just hold me for a minute?" she asked.

No sooner had the words left her mouth, then Ron's arms snaked around her back and Hermione found herself hauled back against him. Releasing a deep breath, she relaxed and let her head fall against his chest so she could listen to the comforting beat of his heart.

"Ron?" she asked, when she realized just how rapidly his heart was pumping. "Are you...afraid?"

"No," he lied instantaneously. "Ok," he amended, once he realized why she'd asked. "I might be a little nervous, but I'm definitely not afraid. Are you?"

"A little," Hermione admitted. "I know it's silly, but I can't help it."

"It's not silly," Ron assured her, hugging her even tighter. "You know the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you," he added.

"You will," she stated flatly. "It's unavoidable, but it will only be for a minute," she added, when she felt his entire body stiffen. "It has to happen," she continued. "There's no point putting it off. I don't want to wait anymore. I love you and I want this. I want to be with you, really be with you. I want to be your everything."

"You are," Ron replied, running one hand through her hair as he dropped a feather light kiss on her forehead.

"Not quite yet," Hermione whispered against him, "but soon I will be. I've thought about it a lot," she stated a bit louder, "and I don't want you to do it slow. I'm not the type to inch my way into cold water a little at a time. I'd rather dive right in and get the worst over with. So when the time comes... just do it fast and get it out of the way."

BUGGER! Ron groaned to himself, as the enormity of what he was going to do to her settled down on his shoulders once more. He was going to hurt her. He was going to hurt her bad enough that she'd actually bleed and worst of all, he was going to enjoy it. For him it would be pleasurable and satisfying, but not so for her. He was going to take pleasure from inflicting pain on her and as much as he hated himself for it, deep down he still wanted to proceed.

"What if I can't?" he asked himself out loud.

"You have to," Hermione answered, realizing a little too late how her anxiety was effecting him. "It's not something I can do on my own. I need you to do it," she stated. "For me, for us."

"I don't want to."

"Yes, you do," Hermione insisted, letting her eyes fall down to his boxers where there was still visible proof of that fact, although it was no longer as obvious as it had been when they were kissing.

"No, I don't," he insisted, pulling away so he could look her in the eye. "I don't think I can live with myself if I take pleasure from hurting you."

"Oh Ron," Hermione sighed, taking both of his hands in hers when she saw how much her comments had upset him. "It's not like that. It will only be for a couple of seconds and then it will be pleasurable for me as well. Maybe not to the same extent," she amended, when she saw he wasn't buying it. "But I'm sure it will be lovely. How can it not be?"

"But there must be some sort of spell or something we can use so you won't..."

"No, Ron," she said, shaking her head back and forth sorrowfully. "There are spells of course, but we can't use any of them. The barrier has to be breached and you have to be the one to do it. It's what I'm sacrificing, my body and my purity. You'll be bound to me not just by the potion, but by the blood I shed to complete it. That sacrifice is needed to maintain the connection, as is the sacrifice you're going to make for me."

"That's not a sacrifice, Hermione. There won't be any pain involved, not for me anyway."

"It is a sacrifice," she insisted. "It's something that I'll be taking from you. Not against your will, but I'll be taking it just the same. You can't give it without my help and I can't take it without yours. That's the whole point. We'll both be giving and taking at the same time. It might not seem like a sacrifice because it feels good, but it is, and as long as we continue to surrender our bodies to one another, we'll be able to preserve the bond created by the potion."

"But I don't want to hurt you," Ron moaned, falling back into his pillow.

"If my arm were broken and you were the only one around to help me, you'd set it for me, wouldn't you?" Hermione asked, as she lay on her stomach beside him. "Even though you know that you'd have to hurt me a bit to do it? You'd do it because you know that it's necessary for the bones to be properly aligned if you are going to splint it or attempt to heal the break, and because it's not something I can do for myself. This is the same thing," she said, leaning forward and kissing him tenderly. "I can't do this on my own. I need you to do it for me," she said, kissing him again. "I want you to do it. I want to give myself to you. I want you to make me yours and I want to make you mine in every way. I know that's what you want too," she said, kissing him yet again. "You're just over thinking it."

"That's my line isn't it?" he attempted to joke.

"I love you," Hermione said, pressing her body against his for a bit of extra warmth.

"I love you too," he said very seriously, rolling over on his side until he was facing her.

"How about we make a deal?" Hermione asked, as she reached forward and finished unbuttoning his shirt.

"What kind of deal?" Ron replied, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear so it wouldn't obscure his view of her face.

"What do you say we," and by we, I mean you, "stop thinking about the potion and all that other stuff for a little while and just focus on us?" she said, placing her left hand on his chest and running it up to his shoulder. "What we want. What feels right," she added, pushing the loose half of his shirt off his shoulder. "Maybe that will help take some of the pressure off."

"You mean just think of it as any other night?" Ron asked, taking her hint and sitting up just enough to jerk his shirt the rest of the way off, before dropping it and settling down again. Even thought it's not, he added in his head.

"More or less," Hermione answered, as she leaned forward and dropped a feather light kiss to his chest. "We only do what we both want to do," she said, as she continued to caress him with her lips. "Nothing more, nothing less."

"That sounds...go...ooo...d," Ron squeaked the last word out, when her hand slipped off his stomach and settled between his legs.

"Very impressive, Mr. Weasley," she cooed, as she brushed her hand back and forth over his revitalized erection. It isn't going to be nearly as difficult to distract him as I thought. "Just lie back now," she instructed, pushing him over on his back as she came up on her knees and straddled his legs, "and let me take care of you."

"Take... take care of me?" he asked, just before she settled down on top of him and gently kissed the sensitive spot right on his neck.

"That's right," Hermione whispered into his ear and then continued to suck on his neck. "This feels good doesn't it?" she asked quietly, raining soft kisses against his flesh again and again.

"Yes," Ron agreed, unable to keep himself from groaning when she shifted her weigh off of him and slipped her hand into his pants.

"And you don't want me to stop, do you?" Hermione asked, seductively trailing her index finger down the length of him, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Because this feels good too, doesn't it?" she asked, as Ron moaned loudly. "I'll take that as a yes," she whispered, before darting her tongue out and licking him under the ear.

I wonder if he will still throb like this once he's inside of me? Hermione thought, as she felt Ron pulse in her hand. And if so, will I be able to feel it? Stop. Just stop it right now or you're going to get nervous again. No more thinking about that, she instructed herself, releasing her hold on Ron and using both of her hands to rid him of his boxers. Just focus on what you're about to do. This you've done before, so it's not a big deal. Just stay focused on doing this and forget about everything else until later.

"Hermione, what..."

"Shush," she said softly, as she came up on her knees and moved down until she was straddling his legs again. "I want to take care of you," she said, subconsciously wetting her lips with her tongue.

"Oh Merlin," Ron groaned, when he realized what she was about to do. Wait, a voice cried in his mind. If she uses her mouth to get you off, you won't be able to... "WAIT!" Ron cried out anxiously. "What are you doing?"

"I'd think that was fairly obvious," she replied. "It'll be better this way," she assured him. For you, she thought, but she didn't say that part out loud. "That's what the books said anyway," she added matter-of-factly. "That you'll last longer on your first time if you've already..."

"HERMIONE!" Ron shouted in horror, coming up in his elbows so he could stare down at her. He didn't know what was worse, the fact that she'd read up on ways to prevent premature ejaculation, or the fact that she thought he needed that kind of help.

"What?" Hermione asked naively, clearly not seeing what the big deal was. "I didn't write the books," she stated, when he continued to gape of her with a horrified expression on his face. "And it's not just for you, you know?" she continued. "There were sections on how to make it better for me as well, but we can talk about that once I've finished."
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Once it was all over, it took Ron a moment to actually regain his breath, and just as he was about to apologize for making a mess, Hermione parted the curtains and jumped off his bed. In that split second, he was sure that she was so disgusted that she'd decided to leave, but no sooner had that thought crossed him mind, then she returned and heaved her rucksack up on the bed.

"What you doing?" Ron asked, his eyes bulging with shock when Hermione reached into her bag and produced a strip of silken material which she used to wipe his semen off her chest. "What the hell is that?" he asked, after she fished some type of weird plastic bag out of her rucksack, dropped the soiled cloth inside, and literally zipped it shut. A plastic bag with a zipper? What the hell?

"We might need this," Hermione replied straightforwardly, as she stuffed the plastic bag back in her rucksack and dropped it on the floor, before climbing back on the bed herself. "Just in case."

"Just in case what?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Well, you know?" she said, blushing slightly. "We need your semen for the potion, so now if something goes wrong we'll have a back up."

"Wrong?" Ron shouted in offense. "You mean like if I can't keep it up."

"Of course not," Hermione replied, leaning over the side of the bed, digging through her bag again, and springing back up with another one of those weird plastic bags. At first Ron thought it was the same one, but when he looked closer he noticed that the material inside was actually streaked with a dark red ink of some kind.

"It's blood," she stated, when his brow knitted together in confusion. "My blood to be more precise. I pricked my finger before I came up here, so it's still fairly fresh, which will help. It won't be as potent as the blood we'll get if my hymen is still intact," she stated clinically, "but it's still virgin's blood, so it'll be better than anything we can collected after... well, you know? I thought we should have that too," she explained. "Just in case."

"You're mad," Ron said, shaking his head as he goggled at the blood-splattered strip of material clutched in her hand. "Absolutely barking."

"It's called being prepared, Ronald."

"What other mad things do you have stowed away in there?" he asked, springing forward, leaning over the side of the bed himself, latching onto the strap of her bag, and dragging it back up on the bed so he could rummage through it.

More strips of cloth, he thought, dragging them out and tossing them aside. An extra pair of knickers. Well, I suppose that makes sense. The potion, he continued in his mind, pulling a sealed glass jar full of bright blue goop out of her bag, then turning it upside down to test the consistency. "Eeew!" he groaned, wrinkling his nose up in disgust as it slowly ooze forward and he realized it wasn't just thick, it was chunky as well. "This looks even worse then that Polyjuice Potion did. How much of it do we have to drink anyway?"

"Not that much," Hermione said, snatching the jar out of his hand, then shoving it, and her knickers, back in her bag. "Are you quite through snooping through my things?"

"Apparently," he replied, when Hermione grabbed the strap of her bag and yanked it away from him. "Only, I didn't know you had a secret stash of chocolate coins," he added, "Can I have one?"

"No," she snapped much more harshly than she meant to.

"Aw come on," Ron whined, begging not just with his words, but his bright blue puppydog eyes. "You've got enough for both of us in there."

If only the foil wrapped objects buried in the bottom of her bag had been chocolate galleons, she'd have gladly given them all to him, but they weren't and when he discovered what they really were and what they were used for, he was going to flip. For a moment she contemplated telling him exactly why she had them, just to get it over with, but it had taken her a good ten minutes to calm him down and it didn't seem like a very good idea to stress him out all over again. Not yet, she decided. "I'll give you one later," Hermione finally replied.

"Oh, I see," Ron said with a smirk. "You think you can bribe me with chocolate, do you?" he teased. "And what exactly is it that I have to do to earn them?"

"Nothing," Hermione replied, managing to sound both scandalized and offended at the same time. "I would never bribe you to do that."

"But you want me to," Ron said with a impish gleam in his eye. And chocolate covered Hermione would definitely be tasty, he thought, his smirk becoming even wider as he allowed his eyes to roam over her delicate lace-covered body. But I suppose we can always save that for another time. "My turn," he cried, lunging forward without warning and using his body weight to pin her to the bed.

"What are you doing?" Hermione squealed, shivering beneath him when his hot mouth descended to her neck to kiss her where he knew she was the most sensitive.

"Taking care of you," he pried his mouth off of her just long enough to whisper. "Fair is fair. It's my turn."

Besides, Bill told me that I needed to do this first, he added in his mind, as he dropped a gentle kiss on her cheek and slowly kissed his way to her mouth. Take care of her needs first and make sure she's relaxed, he played his eldest brother's advice over in his head. I can do that.

What about what comes after that? he asked himself. Can you do that?

I'm sure as hell going to give it a try.

"Merlin, you're beautiful, Hermione," Ron said, pulling away from her and sitting upright so he could stare down at her body. "You know that, right?" he asked, then watched as the blush spread from her cheeks to the rest of her face.

"No, I'm not," she disagreed, shifting uncomfortably under the scrutiny of his gaze.

"Yes, you are," he insisted, his eyes burning with both love and lust. "Perfect," he mumbled, reaching down and sliding his right hand over her smooth stomach until it was just below her breast. "Absolutely perfect," he whispered, watching her nipples harden beneath the sheer material of her bra. "God, I love looking at you. And touching you," he added, cupping her with his right hand and teasing her nipple with his thumb. "And kissing you," he said softly, as he lowered his head to her other breast and kissed it through the thin fabric of her bra.

"You taste so good," he said, pushing his left hand down her body and brushing his index finger back and forth over her lacy knickers. "I'll never be able to get enough of you. The way you taste. The way you feel. The way you make me feel. You drive me absolutely crazy, Hermione."

"Oh Ron," she moaned softly, when his hand finally slid beneath her panties.

"Do you like that?" he asked, even though the answer to his question was blatantly obvious by the way she was arching up off the bed and pressing her lower body against his hand. "Because I can give you more," he added in a gruff voice. "So much more," he moaned, further arousing himself as well as her. "Before the night is over I'm going to fill you completely."

"Oh god," Hermione whimpered loudly, extremely excited by his promise, "Please Ron," she begged, grabbing the quilt they were lying on and fisting it tightly. "I want more. I need more."

When he abruptly abandoned her body, Hermione sighed in disappointment and sat up to see what he was doing. She watched, heart hammering wildly, as he wrapped his fingers around the top of her delicate lace knickers and slowly dragged them down her legs, only to toss them aside when her lower body was completely bare to him.

When she looked at him, Hermione couldn't help but smile when she realized that Ron was once again fully aroused. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she leaned forward a bit more and reached out to touch him, but the instant her fingers brushed against his hard flesh, he hissed loudly and pushed her hand away.

"Oh no you don't," he stated, shifting to the side and spreading her legs open, then kneeling between them and leaning forward to push her back down against the bed. "It's my turn to take care of you, remember?" he said, licking his lips and giving her a devilish smile.

She knew what he was about to do. He was going to use his mouth on her, the same way she had used hers on him. But that wasn't what she wanted. It wouldn't be enough. He'd kindled the fires burning deep within her with his promise of what was to come later, but she wanted it now. Her body literally ached for him. She wanted to feel more than his fingers or his mouth. They could bring her to completion, but they wouldn't fill the void within her. There was only one thing that would fill the emptiness she felt inside herself, and she wanted to be filled, completely, just like he'd promised.

"Stop," Hermione cried, just as Ron moved to touch her with his fingers.

"What?" he asked, jerking his head up and looking at her in surprise. "But... you don't really want me to stop, do you?" he asked in disbelief. "I've barely even started."

"I'm ready," Hermione stated, knowing that if she didn't speak up now, he'd eventually make her come, and that when that happened the aching desire that was currently burning through her veins would slowly ebb away. She wanted him now. It had to be now, or she might chicken out.

"But... No," he protested, his eyes going wide as he realized what she was talking about. "You can't be ready."

"But I am."

"No, you're not," Ron said obstinately. "You haven't even.... You can't be ready. Bill said..."

Oh for heaven sakes, Hermione shouted in her mind. Not this again. "It doesn't matter what Bill says," she told him, forcing herself not to let her irritation with his older meddlesome brother show. "All that matters is what I'm telling you," she stated, "And I'm telling you that I want you now. I need more than your mouth. And I know that you want me too. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your touch. Make love to me, Ron. Make me yours. Now. Please. I'm ready."

OH FUCK! Ron cursed loudly in his head, as he stared into her deep brown eyes and saw the need that was dancing within them. This is it. This is really it. I'm finally going to lose my virginity and I'm going to take Hermione's at the same time. Oh god. This is really it.