(A/N: for all you weak souled ppl out there, this might be the best chapter for you. This chapter finally gives "rated M" a reason. It's one of my longest chapters, and well, the most loving to date. I also promised Id update soon, so heres...my promise. -aw, catch the double meaning-)

Once they had arrived at the Burrow, Ron and Hermione spent every waking moment together. They'd either be sitting together in the living room, or out side in the garden playing around in the snow. Christmas morning came before they knew it. The day went by in a flourish of affection and love, gifts and visits from distant Weasley relatives. Hermione's parents even stopped by to say hello and stayed for a bit of tea.

Eventually all the extra Weasleys and Hermione's parents had left. Only Ron, Hermione, Arthur, Molly, Ginny, and the twins remained. Ron and Hermione went up to Ron's room to talk for a while, and spend the last moments of Christmas together.

Arthur and Molly gave each other a knowing look as Ron led Hermione up to his room, tickling her all the while. They might have heard Mrs. Weasley mutter, "I always knew she was the one," if they hadn't been so loud.

By the time Ron had gotten Hermione up to his room, Hermione was out of breath, frazzled, and out of it. She was tired from waking up early, but hyper all at the same time, from all the chocolate and egg nog. She flopped on to Ron's bed and closed her eyes. While she lay there, Ron went over to his desk and picked something up. He went over and sat on the edge of his bed, and kissed Hermione on the cheek. She bolted straight up, from the surprise of him kissing her, and barely missed smacking in to Ron. "Calm down there, 'Mione," Ron whispered, before she finally realized that he had only kissed her. She giggled to herself, and lay back down.

"No, Hermione, sit back up, or at least open your eyes. Please," Ron asked in a pleading sort of tone.

Hermione murmured an "mmhmm," before sitting up again. She looked dazedly at him and smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Mione, I have one more thing to give you yet," Ron said as he took something off his bed from beside him.

Hermione snapped out of her stupor then and glanced up at him. "Really," she asked before taking her head off his shoulder.

"Yea," he replied nervously, he then cleared his throat. "I know you'll appreciate this, so I put a lot of thought in to it. But, er- whenever a Weasley man, erm, you know, loves a girl, like you know, how I erm, uh… love you; they give their girl something for their first Christmas together. And uh, since this is our first Christmas together, well, I uh, sorta really want to give this to you. Well, not sorta, I do, really want to give this to you, I need to. Yea, need to," he took a moment to take a breath and looked at the confused look on Hermione's face. He gave her his lopsided grin, "sorry, I'm rambling, but, this is a big deal for me," he finished before taking the box he had picked up and opening it, revealing another box. "Here," he choked out, and handed Hermione the box.

She looked at him quizzically, before opening it, gasping, and looking at Ron with tears in her eyes.

"Ron, you…I…this is stunning. What…where…what…how..Ron," the words stumbled out of her mouth.

"Hermione, it's a promise ring. I want you to know that I will be faithful to you, and that I'll always love you, and only you. It's not an engagement ring, but I'm positive that'll come later. I..I really love you, Hermione. I mean, I'm in love with you, and, I can't see myself with anyone else, or loving anyone else ever again, and frankly, I don't want to love anyone else," he said the words with as much confidence as he could gather. He looked at her expectantly.

"Oh Ron," she sobbed, before burying her head in his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him. "I love you so much, I hope you always remember that," she whispered as he took her left ring finger, and placed the white gold ring on her finger.

Suddenly, Hermione felt very different. She felt a blush come to her cheeks and she took her head away from Ron's shoulder. "Ron, is it hot in here? Or is it just me," she asked as she began to take off her sweater.

Ron gaped at her, as she had never taken off clothing in front of him before. The ring, he thought. Shit, ancient Weasley magic. Why does my family have to be so ancient? All its ancient binding magic and bullocks. Bloody hell, he thought, as Hermione looked back to him.

"Ron, is there…is this magic," she whispered. He nodded, as he brought her into an embrace.

"It's all the love I have for you Hermione, it's symbolized in this ring. You are feeling all the love I have for you, full force, in this one moment. You're going to feel overwhelmed for a while. And, I forgot all about it, I'm so sorry. If you want to go back to your room so nothing happens then, I'll..I'll understand, because, if the magic works right, I mean, we're supposed to be together longer before I give this to you, we're not supposed to be only 16. I don't want you to be uncomfo-" And in a moment that seemed really familiar, Ron's words were cut off. Hermione, was, in all aspects of the word, attacking him.

She had managed to straddle him in minus 3 seconds, and push him down on the bed with her weight, and her mouth. She was kissing him with all the love she held inside of her. She knew it was the ring affecting her, but she didn't care. She loved him too, and she was sure if he had something like this ring from her, he'd be doing the same.

"I love you, Ron Weasley," she murmured as she kissed her way from his mouth, across his cheek to the sensitive spot under his ear. She had gripped her hands around the bottom of his shirt and started to lift it up.

He stopped kissing her for a second. "Mione," he gasped out in a breath, "wha-what are you doing," he asked.

She didn't answer, but only ripped the shirt over his head before laying back on top of him and kissing him some more. She ran her hands up and down his front, and soon her mouth was doing the same. She kissed his shoulder, his collarbone, down to his sternum. Then, she kissed his heart. "This ring means everything to me Ron, and you do too, you're everything to me." She whispered, before kissing his mouth again.

Within minutes Hermione's shirt had been taken off, and she was left in her jeans, and bra. Ron was still in his jeans, and was grasping on to Hermione for dear life. They were moving against one another in the most intimate of ways. Suddenly though, Hermione just wasn't satisfied enough.

"Ron, I..need..you have to…just…oh Ron please…I…Ron," she gasped out.

"What, love…Mione'…what," he murmured out before kissing her again.

She moved her hand down to the evident arousal in his pants and rubbed against it once. "Ron," she took a breath for composure, "I want…need…..Ron…touch me," she gasped out before Ron completely lost it.

He froze in mid movement against her to look up at her. "Merlin, are you serious," he asked, with bewilderment.

"Yes, Ron, please, oh god, please," she gasped out, and Ron asked no more.

He slid his hands down away from under her back to her front and wrapped his arms around her waist. He flipped them over, so she was now on her back and slid his hand in between them. He fumbled with her jean button for a bit before finally undoing it. He zipped her zipper down and looked at her. She only nodded in consent, and he continued. He slid her jeans down, and took them off of her one leg at a time. He wanted to give her all the time it took for her to snap out of it, if this wasn't what she wanted. He sure as hell knew he wanted it.

He slid his hands up her legs and got back on top of her, now holding her around the waist again. "Ron, just please, get a move on," she practically scolded. He nodded, gulped, and continued.

He slowly slide her knickers down, finally revealing the one thing he'd always dreamt about in his dirtiest dreams. He stared wide-eyed at her for a few moments before snapping his mouth shut. He blinked his eyes, and Hermione saw his eyes were now glazed over. She smiled at him pulled his head down and kissed him. It was enough for him to gain some more courage.

He reached his hand down and found her center with his long fingers. He took a deep staggering breath, and slid a finger inside her. She closed her eyes tight, and moved her hips toward his hand. He closed his eyes too, and pushed another finger into her. He opened his eyes again, but hers were still closed. He began moving his fingers in and out of her slowly, and watched her with amazement. She had a little smile on her face, and she was glowing. He got turned on just by the sight of her, and began moving his fingers a little quicker. She moved her hips in time with his actions, and after several moments she reached her climax. She opened her eyes, whispered out, "Ron," before moaning a throaty moan, and collapsing on the bed.

Ron withdrew his fingers, and lay down beside her on the bed. "Hermione, you're so beautiful," was all he could say to her in that moment. She looked at him with lazy, lust filled eyes and found her knickers on the floor, and put them back on. She lied back on the bed, and Ron brought the covers over them. Hermione cuddled up close to Ron, and tangled herself up with him before closing her eyes, and falling asleep.

"I promise, Hermione," Ron whispered before wrapping her up in his arms, and falling asleep himself.

(So I really hope you enjoyed that, I tried my best to make it realistic, now i know this may seem fast for a tyhpical relatinship, but think about it...16/17 year olds in love for who knows how long, And it's been 3 months, so I dont know...i see a probableness to it...and anyway...this is FICTION...it's ok...AND it's RON AND HERMIONE...we've ALL wanted them to be together...i know i have...so that's how it goes in my head. Thankyou!...REVIEW :-))