Chapter 3

Hermione sat on the floor of her new apartment, surrounded by boxes and furniture. She lay back against the cool hardwood floor and smiled. This is going to be so cool! She thought to herself, giggling. She closed her eyes and thought about her life. Everything was going so well. Ron was amazing and she loved him so much, her job was great and now this, the perfect little apartment in the heart of London. She even had a little terrace. All of a sudden a strange image popped into her head. It was Malfoy of all people…leaning in closer and closer, on the verge of kissing her. She opened her eyes, feeling her heart racing. She got up and ran to the terrace, opening the French doors and stepping into the still warm September air. She didn't know why he made her feel so weird. She couldn't even identify it with a reasonable feeling. It was just…odd.

"Ok Hermione, pull yourself together, you've got lots to do." She muttered to herself, wandering back inside. She started to move around the furniture, trying to figure out how she wanted her apartment to look like.

After a couple of hours, the apartment was almost set up. She was never one to leave a job unfinished. The furniture was in place, almost all the boxes were unpacked, and a tea kettle was whistling in the kitchen. Hermione looked up from one of the boxes she was unpacking and got up to go to the kitchen. She made herself a cup of green tea and headed back to her room. This was her favourite room in the entire place. It was spacious and airy, with soft lavender on the walls. There was a large four poster bed made out of the most beautiful oak. The rest of the furniture was just like it, keeping a nice country feel to the entire room. She had decorated the room in all white, with a few pastel colors popping up in photographs on the walls. There was another set of French doors that opened up to a small terrace. She had the doors wide open, allowing a light breeze to sweep into the room. The sun was slowly setting, casting a beautiful orange light into her room. She came back, tea in hand, and looked around her. It was perfect. She couldn't have asked for a better place. All of a sudden, a small grey owl swooped in through the open French doors. There was a note attached to its outstretched leg.

"Thank you." Hermione smiled at the tiny owl and gave it a treat. She unfolded the note and started to read it.

Hey Mione,

I was wondering if I could come over and see your new place. I'll bring some wine if you want.

Love,

Ron

She quickly replied with a "Yes, of course you can. And please do" sending the owl back on its way. She grinned, excited that Ron was coming over. They hadn't really had time alone since she saw him at the café during her lunch break a few days back. And besides, they needed to christen her new bed anyways. She quickly went over to her closet and picked out a silky black negligee. She slipped off her sweats and t-shirt and pulled on the negligee, admiring how it looked on her. She let her chestnut hair cascade down her back in soft waves, a few tendrils framing her face beautifully. She smiled as she heard a knock on the door. Oh, that must be Ron, she thought, hurrying towards the door. She opened it and smiled seductively at Ron, taking his hand and leading the dumbstruck guy into her apartment.

"My, my Hermione, I wasn't expecting this." He grinned, and pulled her into a passionate kiss. His tongue slowly traced over her lips, begging for entrance. She placed her arms around his neck, playing with his hair. His hands were slowly making their way down to her ass, squeezing it gently and pushing her even more into his hardening bulge. She could feel the warm wetness between her legs, shivers running up and down her spine. His hands moved back up to her breasts, stroking and squeezing them.

"Let's go into the bedroom…" She whispered into his ear, pulling at his hand and leading him to the bed. She took the bottle of wine out of his hand and placed it on a small night table. She pushed him down onto the bed and slowly started to strip off her negligee. Ron looked her up and down, loving every inch and every curve.

"I love you Mione…" He said, taking her hand and pulling her close.

"I love you too." She kissed him as she slowly started to unbutton his pants. She could feel his erect penis through the thick of the jeans, begging to be released. She grinned into his mouth, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. She pulled his shirt off and then pushed him down, flat on his back. She started working his dick, massaging it with her hands and then slowly sucking and nibbling it. It made him go wild and moan with pleasure.

"Oh god, don't stop…oh yeah." He muttered as she sucked on his shaft. She got up and straddled him, her wetness making him go even crazier. He flipped her onto her back and started kissing his way down to her pussy. He spread her legs wide open and buried his head into her moist cunt. He licked and sucked on it, now making her moan, almost making her lose her breath.

"Ron, I need you in me now!" She screamed. He grinned and crawled his way back up to her, crushing his lips into hers. It was rough and full of passion just like their love making has always been. He massaged the head of his dick against her pussy, finally thrusting in. He started to fuck her slowly at first, enjoying the way she felt. Then he started to go faster and faster, ramming into her and making her buck against him. He lifted her up into a sitting position and then lifted her up, pushing her against the wall. He started to fuck her again, faster and faster until they both came, shuddering with pure pleasure. They slid down onto the floor, kissing slowly and getting ready for another round.

Hermione woke up next to Ron, his soft snoring making her giggle. It was a gloomy day outside with dark, ominous clouds draping over the city. It started to rain softly, the pitter-patter against the windows soothing. Hermione got up and sauntered over to the bathroom, running hot water in the shower. She stepped in and let the water wake her up and refresh her. The heat of the water felt nice against her skin, making her face flush a little. After she was nice and clean she stepped out into the steamy bathroom and quickly dried herself off. She slipped on a pair of jeans and a soft, black cashmere sweater. It hugged her waist perfectly, feeling like heaven against her skin. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, showing off her flawless face and gorgeous eyes. She walked over to her bed and looked down at her boyfriend, who stirred a little as she sat down beside him.

"Ron, wake up." She whispered into his ear, kissing him softly on the lips.

"Not now Mione…I'm tired." He muttered, obviously thinking of something else.

"No, silly, I'm just going to the bakery to get some goodies. I'll be back soon so you just make yourself at home." She left the bedroom and got ready to leave, pulling on a pair of running shoes and grabbing an umbrella. She left her apartment and wandered down the hall to the elevator, pressing the down button and waiting patiently. There was a small "ping" as the elevator arrived and the mirrored doors slid opened to reveal none other than…

A/N: oh no! Cliffy! I shall reveal the mystery person in the next chapter hehe…evil I know. Hope you enjoyed it and yeah I know…not very long but my creativity is running on low . . So stay tuned!