It's time to have some fun at the Wedding, though before, our heroes must deal with the outcome of the battle in the sky during Harry's rescue.
Enjoy!
Chapter 15
The Wedding
In the end, not all of them were all right.
While flying through the skies of Britain, Mad-Eye Moody, consummated Auror, had fallen under You-Know-Who's Killing Curse. And as the inhabitants of The Burrow and members of the Order toasted to him, Ron couldn't help but think that, despite how horrible that was, he was relieved. Glad even.
Glad that it hadn't been Hermione, or Harry. Glad that it hadn't been Fred or George or Bill or Fleur or his dad.
After they had toasted to the fallen Auror's memory, Ron had drunk the firewhiskey in practically one go. And even now, when half the Order members that did not live at The Burrow had left, he could feel it burning his throat, making him feel warmer and more alive. He concentrated on the comforting feeling of having Hermione's tiny hand in his, and squeezed it, needing to feel her. She squeezed his hand back with a serious, sad expression on her face.
He probably wouldn't admit it openly, but he had never felt more afraid in his life than when he had seen the army of Death Eaters waiting for them and had lost sight of Hermione and Harry, knowing that they had fallen into a trap. There was no way that so many Death Eaters were there just as lookouts. They knew.
But after that first realisation, his fighting instincts had taken over. There was no time for fear or doubt, no time for thinking about it anymore, as the battle had started and he and Tonks had had to fly and fight for their lives. However, the moment he had blasted the last of their pursuers and they were safe at Aunt Muriel's, he had barely held in his anxiety. Was Harry all right? Was Hermione? His brothers? His father? Her future sister-in-law? Lupin? Kingsley? Hagrid?
And as frightened as he had been, the relief he had felt when they had Apparated back into The Burrow and had seen Harry, safe and sound, and Hermione had thrown herself at him and kissed him full on the mouth while she muttered how much she loved him and how worried she had been, was simply overwhelming.
In hindsight, he couldn't help but think that, despite Mad-Eye's death, they had been lucky. Only one fallen out of fourteen, and one wounded, George. It was, in a way, a terrible thing to think, but, remembering the dozens of dark figures in the sky, including You-Know-Who himself, he knew he was right: they had been lucky.
Very lucky.
Her moved a bit closer to Hermione and put an arm around her waist. At once, she leaned against him and put her head on his shoulder. Ron kissed the top of her head. Across the room, his gaze met Harry's, and his friend smiled at them, though it looked a bit forced.
"Harry feels responsible," Hermione commented in a low voice, clearly having witnessed the look exchange.
"Yeah. Well, that's him, isn't it?" he replied.
"You should talk to him when you go to bed," she told him.
"What?" he asked pulling apart of her and looking at her as if she were insane. "You know I'm rubbish at those things, Hermione."
"No, you're not. You helped me a lot, Ron."
"Well, it's you. And I can always do other things to cheer you up, but no way I'm —"
"Don't be an idiot," she interrupted him. "Your relationship with Harry is easier than ours is."
"Was," Ron corrected.
"Ron —"
"Already bickering?"
Ron and Hermione almost jumped, startled. They hadn't realised Harry had approached them and was now staring at them with a curious smile on his face.
"No, no," Hermione said quickly. "Just — How are you, Harry?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Alive," he said simply, and took a sip of his firewhiskey.
"Harry …"
"I'm fine, Hermione," he responded dispassionately.
Ron sensed that she wanted to keep pressing him, but he nudged her on the ribs and she shut her mouth.
Harry threw a look at Lupin, who was watching him, and turned his head. "I'm going for a bit of fresh air."
Hermione opened her mouth again, but Ron shook his head at her and she closed it again. Harry exited the house, alone.
— o —
The next days were tiring, and not just because Ron's mum had entered full wedding mode, now that Harry was safe, and had them busy with chores all the time. Most of them, though, Ron knew were just to keep Harry, Hermione and him apart so they couldn't plan anything. That was annoying, of course, but, as a side-effect, Ron had been unable to have any alone time with Hermione, and it was getting on his nerves. She tried to look as if it wasn't a big deal, but Ron knew better. She looked a bit more irritable, and when they were in the same room she seemed to pick on him more than usual — at least, since they had become a couple.
Two days before Harry's birthday, the three of them had managed to find a few minutes alone in Ron's bedroom. They were talking about horcruxes and Hermione had informed both of them of the way they worked and how to destroy them (something that seemed nearly impossible, in Ron's opinion).
After that, Harry had insisted again on going alone on this journey, which made Ron roll his eyes at him. Harry was a good wizard, and extraordinary where defence against the Dark Arts were concerned, but going after horcruxes alone, without a way to destroy them was ridiculous. So Hermione had ended up explaining that she had sent her parents to Australia under fake identities, and Ron had shown him the transfigured ghoul in the attic that would pose as him with Spattergroit, a disease so infectious that no one was likely to come near him. After returning to the room they shared, Harry had looked impressed and a bit overwhelmed (besides revolted).
"I'm sorry you two had to do this," he commented after closing the door.
"It's not your fault," Hermione said. "I feel better knowing they are safe, even if they are so far away and I miss them."
"And knowing I'm not with you, and that you're not here, will protect my family," Ron added. "So stop being a git about this, we're going with you and that's final."
"Ron, do not insult him," Hermione admonished.
"I'm not insulting him, just speaking the truth. He can't do this alone and he knows it."
"Well, calling him names won't help."
Normally — in the last months, at least — he might have stopped, but he was feeling a bit restless with all the wedding madness, and now, having her in her room after many days without barely touching her, and seeing her in the sundress she was wearing, which stopped a couple of inches above her knees, wasn't making it easier. Bickering with her would help him with his frustration, at least until he could take his cock in his hands and have a good wank. After all, though he loved sharing a room with Harry, it put some difficulties to his solo activities.
"It will if it puts some sense in his head."
At that, Hermione scoffed. "Yes, because you're the one to talk when it comes to having sense, Ronald."
Ron's ears turned red. "Well, you could always nag him to acquiesce, Merlin knows you know how to drive anyone mad until they agree with you, even if it is just so you'll shut up!"
"Guys …" started Harry, but neither Ron nor Hermione paid him any attention.
"Oh, how nice of you, Ronald!" she said angrily, getting up and crossing her arms under her chest, which only made her tits more noticeable. "If I drive you so insane, maybe I'll leave you alone!"
"Er — see you two later," Harry muttered, opening the door slowly.
"Well, it's not as if you've been with me much lately!"
"Well, it wasn't my fault, not that I'd want to, seeing as you're being a complete arse right now!"
"Oh, so if it is okay for you to call names, isn't it?"
"Yes, because you deserve it!"
"Oh, did you hear that, Harry?" Ron asked mockingly. "Harry?" Ron looked around dumbfounded. "Where the hell is he?"
Hermione scoffed. "Well, it's obvious he's left, isn't it?" she responded, her tone laced with superiority. "You know he hates to see us having a row, so well done, Ron. Now he'll think he can't count on us!" she finished angrily.
Ron narrowed his eyes at her. "How is this my fault?"
"Oh, I don't know," she replied sarcastically. "Maybe because you started calling him and then began arguing, making him uncomfortable!"
Ron got off the bed and to his feet, looking down at her. "I made him uncomfortable?"
"Yes, you!" she affirmed, driving his index finger into his chest.
"Oh, and you didn't do anything, right?" he retorted, grabbing her hand to stop her.
"Release me, Ronald!" she exclaimed, trying to pull away, her hair getting wilder.
"So you can hit me again?" he shouted, leaning against her.
"I didn't hit you, you idiot!" she replied, getting closer to him too. "Besides —"
But Ron didn't hear her. Unable to resist how sexy she looked when she was so riled up, he leaned towards her and caught her lips in a hard, bruising kiss.
Hermione gasped, surprised, but soon she threw her arms round his neck and responded with equal passion.
They snogged like mad for a minute, not bothering to stop for air, their bodies pressing against each other's. Ron could feel the softness of her breasts and slid his hands to her ass, cupping it through the thin material of her dress. He squeezed it and she moaned into his mouth, making him more aroused. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and he bucked his hips against her, wanting her to feel how aroused he was.
Whimpering, Hermione broke the kiss and they gazed into each other's eyes, both reflecting an insane amount of lust. She released his neck and put her hands on his back, caressing it, before grabbing his bum and squeezing it, giving him a smirk.
Ron responded in kind and then kissed her again, pressing her against the wall. She moaned and lifted one of her legs, putting it around his thigh, so he could push his aching cock into her covered groin. He started to grind into her, desperately, making her moan in pleasure.
"Oh, Ron … Ron …"
"Fuck, want you so bad, Hermione …"
"Yes, yes, Ron," she begged, moving one hand to his front to caress his cock over his trousers.
"Fuck."
Driven wild by their passion, Ron slid one hand to her thigh and put it under her dress, searching for her underwear. He stroked her over her panties, noticing they were completely wet, and she whimpered in need.
"Your knickers are so wet, Hermione," he said before kissing her hard again.
"I've been wet since we started to bicker," she confessed when the kiss ended.
"Sorry for that," he said, his breath a bit ragged, as he continued to move his fingers over her covered slit. "I just — I felt so frustrated — so —"
Hermione silenced him with a quick kiss. "Me too," she admitted, and began to unbutton his trousers. "Me too, Ron. Now fuck me. Quickly."
Ron groaned, and, when he felt her hands grabbing his cock after freeing it from his boxers, he grasped the waistband of her knickers. He fixed her eyes on her, and she stared back at him daringly.
Ron pulled, hard, and felt them tear. Hermione closed her eyes briefly and moaned. Pleased with the response, Ron put his hands back on her ass, this time under the dress, and lifted her, pressing her against the wall so her pussy was just in front of his cock. They both looked down, and Hermione used one hand to move her dress out of the way, bunching it around her waist, baring her moist cunt to his lustful eyes.
"Fuck, I missed your pussy," he moaned.
"And my pussy missed your cock," she responded, stroking it and putting it against her lips. He groaned, both at her words and her touch. "Now, Ron."
Ron looked into her eyes, and then thrust forward, hard, burying himself completely in her in one stroke. They both moaned at the incredible sensation. Ron stopped for a moment, savouring the feeling, until Hermione put one arm round his neck for support, and the other went to his ass.
"Fuck me, Ron. We don't have much time."
Ron began to move inside her, slowly at first, but soon with more purpose. Fuck, she felt so fucking good, hot and tight around him. He squeezed her fantastic ass, trying to get even closer to her body, and she kissed him with more passion.
Their arousal increased quickly as they moved, the days without contact making them desperate for release. Ron started to fuck her even harder. Soon, she stopped kissing him and buried her head in the crook of his neck, moaning and whimpering while trying not to be loud.
"Fuck, Hermione, I'm so close," he muttered. "Come for me, Love," he urged her on."
"Almost there, Ron. Oh, almost there! Just don't stop! Don't stop!"
"Fuck, couldn't stop even if someone banged into the room! Fuck, you feel so good … Gonna cum so hard inside you …"
But his words were proven wrong when, in the back on his mind, he registered people talking on the staircase.
"— Ron and Hermione?" his mum was saying.
"Er — they're having an argument, I think," answered Harry uncomfortably.
"Alone?"
"Er — yes, well, I've got enough of their arguments for a lifetime."
"They're not very busy then, if they've got time to bicker," she stated, and began to move up the stairs.
Ron panicked, stopped moving inside her and tried to retreat.
"Ron what are you — Don't stop!" Hermione protested, angry.
"Mum," he just muttered, and, taking his aching cock out of her, he started buttoning his trousers. Hermione just stared at him, and then she heard the steps herself. With a panicked look on her face, and started to arrange her dress as quickly as she could. Ron finished and sat on the bed, while Hermione retrieved her ripped panties and threw them under it before sitting on Harry's. A moment later, Ron's mum opened the door and looked into the room, narrowing her eyes.
"What!" Ron replied, trying to sound angry. Fortunately, frustrated as he was, it didn't cost him much. He was a couple of minutes away from cumming inside Hermione and now he was frustrated and suffering from a case of blue balls.
"Don't use that tone with me, young man!"
"Ronald!" Hermione scolded him, though Ron knew she wasn't at all angry at him. In fact, she was as frustrated as him, but her tone put his mother at ease.
"Hermione, dear, can you go and take the laundry out of the wash?"
"Yes, Mrs Weasley," she said, getting up and leaving the room. On the door, she turned and gave him a sheepish smile from behind his mum's back.
She, on the other side, glared at his youngest son. "Now, you aren't upsetting Hermione, are you?"
"Mum, she's my girlfriend, I'd rather you don't get into our business."
"Don't use that tone with me, Ronald! I want you to get off that bed in this instant, go down and put some order in the shed, we'll need to store things in there. Now!"
Ron was about to protest, but in the last moment he refrained and stood up, walking out of the room with an annoyed growl. Put some order in the shed … he thought, letting out a scoff. That was a punishment, not a task. Still being so hard, he made a pause in the bathroom and wanked quickly, thinking of his girlfriend's tight pussy. He came in half a minute, and so hard he almost felt weak in the knees. As he cleaned the mess, he sighed, lamenting that his cum would end up in the toilet instead of inside her cunt.
That night, after dinner, he managed to talk to her alone for a few minutes outside the house.
"Sorry if your mother told you off," she said softly, grasping his hand in hers.
Ron shrugged. "That was nothing. It was worse that we got interrupted. Fuck, I had missed you so much."
She looked down and nodded, sighing. "Yeah. I was so close …"
"Well, I had to make a stop in the bathroom to take care of it, you know."
"Lucky you, then," she muttered. "I still feel so — umh, charged."
"Sorry."
"Not your fault."
"Still, I started it, and now …"
"Don't worry, Ron," she appeased him. "Just make sure you go to your room first, my panties are still under your bed and if Harry sees them I'll die of embarrassment."
"Fuck, had forgotten," he said, and then, realising something, looked at her, his mouth open. "Are you not wearing any, then?" he asked in a low voice.
"Of course not," she replied with a snort. "I put another pair on when I left your room."
"Shame," he said.
"You'd like I walked around without knickers, Mr Weasley?"
"Fuck, yeah. That'd be so sexy. I could put my hand under your dress and touch your bare pussy at any time …" he said dreamily, stroking her knee.
"Ron …" she said, her tone laced with desire.
"I am turning you on, Love?"
"You know you are, and as we can't do anything, you'd better stop."
"You're right," he nodded. "It's just so hot, knowing I can arouse you so easily."
"Idiot," she said, and then she leaned to give him a quick kiss. However, Ron caught her mouth and turned it into a longer, more passionate one.
"Mmmh, I love kissing you," she said, closing her eyes and licking her lips.
"Fuck, you're so sexy,"
"Oh, little Ronniekins is such a romantic!" Fred said from the doorway in childish, sing-song voice. Both Ron and Hermione turned their heads towards him. Hermione, flushing, Ron, with his ears red.
"Fuck off, Fred! Don't you have anything to do?"
"No," he replied, smirking, "this is much more interesting."
Ron showed him the finger.
"Ron!" Hermione said, though more because of habit than because she felt like it, he noticed. She wasn't happy about the interruption, either.
"Uh, she's got you wrapped around her finger, has she?"
"Something interesting here?" asked then George, appearing behind his twin.
"Just our little brother, being romantic to our dear Hermione."
George expression turned into a grin that matched Fred's. "Yeah? And I though he was a completely moron when it came to girls! Who would have imagined it? He got two girlfriends —"
"— he won the Quidditch cup —"
"— you might be our brother!"
"Oh, shut up, the both of you," Hermione said, scoffing at them, and got up. "I'll go help your mother in the kitchen," she told Ron, giving him a squeeze on his shoulder. Then she marched into the house, bumping into the twins.
"Ouch!" Fred whined, feigning pain.
"Thank you, you gits!" Ron yelled angrily at them. "You know how hard it is to be alone in this house?"
Fred and George shared a look and a knowing grin and went back inside, laughing.
"Bloody idiots," Ron muttered, angrily, and went into the house too.
— o —
The day of the wedding Ron was woken up rudely by his mum, who demanded he and Harry went down quickly and have breakfast to finish the preparations for the wedding. He checked the time and grunted, wanting nothing but to continue sleeping. After all, Harry would want to leave tomorrow, and who knew when he could enjoy another lie-in?
"Ronald Weasley, get out of that bed right now!"
"I'm going, I'm going!" he yelled grumpily. "Bloody hell, one would think it's me the one getting married!"
"If you don't watch that language, young man, you certainly won't! Ever! How Hermione puts up with your manners, I'll never know!" his mother said as she walked out the room.
"Hermione doesn't mind my language at all, you'd have to hear what she says when we're alone," he muttered, annoyed.
"Thanks, Ron," Harry growled. Ron looked at him, not having realising Harry could hear him. "That was something I didn't need to know."
"Sorry," he said, reddening. "Just don't tell Hermione."
"As if I wanted to tell Hermione anything about the time she spends alone with you!"
"Sorry," Ron repeated, "I'm still half-asleep." They got dressed and then Ron took the Deluminator Dumbledore had left for him and put it in his pocket. Though he had received it the day before, in a rather tense encounter with that prat Scrimgeour, Ron was feeling strangely attached to it, and felt the need to keep it with him at all times. He knew that Harry kept the snitch he had received in the moleskin pouch Hagrid had given him for his birthday, and, if it weren't practical, he was sure Hermione would be carrying the book of Beedle the Bard around.
The morning went by in a blur. The Burrow was complete madness that day and, when he and Harry were ordered to go up and put on their dress robes after a quick lunch, he was wishing he could slid under the covers of his bed and fall asleep. Or even better, that he could get Hermione to skip the wedding with him, then they could spend the whole evening fucking and —
"Ron, wake up," Harry said, snapping his fingers in front of his face.
"Fuck, Harry," he said, blinking quickly.
"Where were you?" his friend asked him, as he stripped down.
"Nowhere," he answered quickly, hoping his ears weren't turning pink. "Just wishing I could get into the bed."
"And miss the party? All that food and drinks?" Harry asked, smirking.
"Well …"
"Besides, don't you want to see what Hermione will wear?"
Fuck, yes! Hadn't she mentioned something about a new dress?
"Yeah, you're right," Ron said, now eager to go back down. "As long as I won't have to put up with you ogling my sister!"
Harry's smile vanished, and Ron felt bad suddenly (and glad that Hermione wasn't with them, which would have earned him a death glare and a good telling off). "Sorry, Mate. Wasn't thinking."
Harry shrugged sadly. "It's okay."
They finished getting dressed, a bit uncomfortable. Ron put extra care to comb his hair, though he made sure that it looked a bit dishevelled, which (he thought) gave him a more rebellious appearance. Once they were done, they climbed down the stairs, hearing giggling and exciting chat when they passed in front of Bill's old room, where Fleur was getting ready. In the kitchen, Lupin gave Harry a flask, and Harry, sighing, took a sip, transforming instantly into a red headed boy. The idea was that he would look like a Weasley cousin.
"How do I look?" he asked, looking at his hands.
"Much more good-looking than usual," said George, walking into the kitchen followed by Fred.
"Thank you," muttered Harry.
"Now ladies, if you're ready, the guests are about to arrive, so we better get to our position or Mum will kill us before the ceremony."
The four of them went to the entrance of the marquee, ready to show the guests their seats. It didn't take long from them to start arriving.
After Ron helped his Aunt Muriel to his seat, wishing he could accompany a Blast-Ended Skrewt instead, he walked back to Harry and his brothers, just to see the twins fighting about who would show a group of beautiful French girls their seats. Fred won, to George disgust, who was tasked with accompany a grumpy-looking old warlock whom Ron did not know.
After helping Hagrid to his seat and meeting Luna and her even odder father, the four of them could rest for a bit, as most of the guests were already on their seats. It was then that Harry nudged Ron and pointed towards the house. Ron turned his head and couldn't help but stare, his mouth hanging.
Hermione was walking towards them, with her hair held in an elegant bun, though she had left a few long curls falling around her face. She was wearing a fitting lilac dress which made her breasts look amazing. The cleavage was enticing without being too low-cut, and the skirt fanned out a bit, reaching a couple of inches below her knees. Her feet were encased in matching high heels that stylised her beautiful, toned legs.
"Stop drooling, Ron," said Fred with a smirk when Hermione reached them, making her blush. She locked her gaze with his, as if waiting for a comment.
"You — you look incredible, Hermione," he managed to say after a few seconds. Hermione beamed, and getting close to him, gave him a quick peck on his lips.
"Thank you," she whispered. "You look very handsome, too."
"Oooh, aren't they cute?" George said in an exaggeratedly sweet voice, and Fred sniggered. Ron frowned at them, ready to tell them off, when someone approached them and gave Ron his invitation. When Ron saw who was, his frown only intensified.
"Hermy-own-niny, you look vonderful," said Viktor Krum in his thick, heavy accent.
"Viktor!" she exclaimed, surprised. "What a surprise! How are you?"
Ron looked again at Krum's invitation, almost glaring at it, and then said, out loud and rather rudely, "How is it you're here?"
"Fleur invited me."
"I'll take you to your seat," Harry said, quickly taking charge of the situation. He put one hand on Krum's back and gently pushed him towards the seats. Ron was still fuming, and looked at Hermione, whose cheeks were slightly pink. Behind her, George and Fred were watching them, smirking and rather amused.
"Did you know he was coming?" he asked Hermione.
"I haven't talked to him in almost a year, Ron," she answered with a sigh, ready for a fight. "Why does it matter?"
Ron felt tempted to reply, but the presence of his brothers deterred him. Surely they'd love to see him put his foot in his mouth. He just grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the seats.
"Ron," she said when they had put some distance between them and the twins. "You're not jealous, are you?"
"No," he said, and thought at first it sounded odd to him, it was the truth. He wouldn't deny he was a bit surprised by this fact, though, taking into account what he had done to Hermione that no one else had, maybe it wasn't that odd.
"Are you sure?" she insisted. "Because if we're talking about exes, I had to sleep in the same room as the girl you lost your virginity to."
"I know," he said, lowering his head as his ears heated up. He sighed and put his hands on her naked arms, rubbing them. "Sorry. Fred and George irked me, and then he appeared, just like that, and — sorry."
Hermione let out a chuckle and smiled, shaking her head a bit. "What I am going to do with you?"
Ron's lips curved into a smirk. "I can give you a few ideas."
Hermione grinned and then kissed him briefly. "Come on, Bill is ready, and Fleur was about to come down when I exited the house." And so she grabbed her hand and they walked to their seats, next to Harry, who was already sitting. He looked around, and caught sight of Krum, who was observing them curiously. He refrained the impulse to smile at him indicating that she was hers now, and instead looked at her and grasped her hand with his. She gave him a radiant smile, and he couldn't help but grin back. Fuck, she really was beautiful!
The ceremony was magnificent. Ron marvelled at the way Fleur seemed to glow, her magical radiance even hiding Bill's scars. When the wizard conducting the wedding declared them husband and wife, he felt Hermione squeeze his hand hard. He looked at her and was a bit surprised to find her beaming while her eyes were moist with tears.
"Love?"
"They look good together, don't they? So in love," she muttered.
"Yeah, I suppose," he answered. Ron took a new look at his brother and new sister-in-law and then, suddenly, he saw Hermione in her place, wearing a beautiful, sexy wedding gown while she smiled at him …
He shook his head. Fuck, what was his problem? He was just seventeen, and they were in the middle of a war, about to engage in a mission that was uncertain at least. It was not time to think about weddings, right?
He looked at Hermione again, who was observing the couple, still smiling, and couldn't help but smile himself. He must look like a fool, because, on the other side of her, Harry was watching him with a perplexed expression.
He felt his ears turn red and looked forwards again, focusing on the image of his and Fleur's mothers embracing and crying, while people approached the new couple to congratulate them.
"We should go to them," Hermione said when the tufty-haired wizard asked them to get up and, with a flick of his wand, the chairs moved to the sides of the marquee and landed around the tables.
"Soon," Ron said. "Let's find a table first, as far as possible from Aunt Muriel." Harry snatched three butterbeers from a passing waiter, and the three of them sat at a table with Luna.
"Hi, Luna," said Hermione. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No, of course not," she said happily. "Dad went to give them our gift."
"And what is it?" asked Ron. "A lifetime supply of —" but he didn't finish the sentence, as Hermione stomped hard on his left foot under the table. "Bloody hell, Hermione!"
"Sorry," she said, glaring at him and making it obvious that she wasn't sorry at all.
Ron looked around, caught sight of a waiter carrying a tray of sandwiches and tarts and motioned for him to approach them. The waiter put the tray on the table and Ron grabbed one almost immediately. He took a good bite at the same moment that, in the golden dancing floor, Bill and Fleur shared their first dance as husband and wife.
"I like this song," Luna said after a bit, when both his parents and Fleur's swapped partners and danced along their son and daughter. She began to sway on the chair, and then got up and walked to the dancing floor, where she began to move in a rather odd way.
"She's awesome, isn't she?" commented Ron, smiling. However, his smile vanished when, a moment later, Krum dropped onto Luna's vacant chair.
"Vho's that man in the yellow?" he asked grumpily, pointing at Xenophilius.
"He's the father of a friend of ours," responded Ron harshly. He grabbed Hermione's hand. "Let's go dance," he told her, getting up and pulling her. Hermione seemed a bit surprised, but smiled at him.
Once in the dance floor, he put his hands on her waist, and she put hers around his neck, softly caressing his skin and making him tingle. They began to move to the sound of the music.
"I must confess I'm not a great dancer," Ron told her.
Hermione smiled at him. "I don't care. Do you know how long I've waited for you to ask me to dance with you?"
Ron blushed a bit. "Yeah, well, you know I'm a bit slow at times, but I hope we can make the most of it this evening."
"I'd love that," she said. Ron pressed her body against his. They weren't following the rhythm of the music, but he couldn't care less.
"You look really beautiful and sexy, you know. I love your dress. The view from here is spectacular," he added huskily, looking down and staring at her wonderful cleavage.
Hermione laughed, and slid a hand down his chest, caressing it. "Thank you, Ron. You look amazing, too. Very handsome."
"And what about sexy?" he asked, smirking.
"Definitely sexy," she whispered, gazing at him with her amazing brown eyes, full of love for him.
At some point, he snatched two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and gave one to Hermione. "Let's see what the fuss is about this drink. Fleur is always speaking of it."
"It's good," Hermione said, taking a sip. "I tasted it once, during those holidays I went to France with my parents."
"You drank alcohol when you were thirteen?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow. He took a long gulp, enjoying the tingle in his mouth caused by the bubbles.
"I was almost fourteen and only had a sip."
They finished the drinks while they kept moving slowly, just enjoying their closeness. At some point Fred almost bumped into them, dancing wildly with one of Fleur's cousins. And for once, his mum didn't look affronted at the sight, but just laughed merrily. Ron couldn't help but smile, too, and then lifted Hermione in the air and spun her on the spot, making her fly around him, taking her completely by surprise.
"Ron!" she protested, tough she was laughing.
After a few turns, he felt a bit dizzy and put her back on her feet, shaking his head and trying not to fall. He fixed his eyes on his girlfriend, whose face was alight with happiness, and then kissed her soundly. She giggled and responded to the kiss.
"I love you, Hermione Granger!"
"And I love you, Ronald Weasley!" she replied, laughing. She took another pair of glasses and gave one to Ron, taking a sip from hers.
"Why, Ms Granger, are you trying to get me drunk?" he teased, before imitating her and drinking.
"Maybe," she said coyly. Her tone stirred something in Ron's body … and in his trousers.
They finished the glasses quickly, Hermione demanded another dance from Ron and he obliged. As they moved across the floor, both smiling and laughing, they bumped into some guests, which only made them laugh harder. At some point they even seemed to get into a competition with the twins about which couple could dance in the craziest way possible. Of course, the twins won, and, when the song ended and a slower one started, they winked at Ron and Hermione and exited the tent with their partners.
Ron led Hermione a bit away and they started moving slower, the traces of laughter still on their faces. He didn't know if it was the air of the party, or the champagne, but he loved to see her this way, so carefree, just enjoying herself, especially if it was, at least partially, thanks to him.
"Are you having a good time?" he asked her, caressing her back as they swayed.
"Yes," she answered, beaming at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Very much." She caressed his face, and then got on her tiptoes to give him a little kiss. "Thanks."
"Thanks?"
"For this evening, Ron. It's been — well, magical."
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "And we've still got a few hours more to enjoy."
"Yes," she said, looking at him more intensely, in a way that made Ron's body heat up. They kept moving in silence, just enjoying their mutual company, until the song ended. Then Hermione pulled away from Ron. "I've got to go to the bathroom. Why don't you check on Harry?"
Ron nodded, and, with a smile, Hermione left. He looked around, searching for his friend's dark hair, until he remembered Harry was polyjuiced. He moved a bit, and then he saw him talking to Elphias Doge, and, to his horror, to Muriel. He seemed to be engrossed in conversation, and Ron decided not to disturb him. There was no way he was going to get near his insufferable aunt if he could help it. So, instead, he wandered a bit and then ended up approaching Charlie and Hagrid, who were rather drunk and singing stupid songs.
"Ronnie! Come and have a drink with us!" Charlie shouted gleefully. "Where is your pretty girlfriend?"
"Bathroom," he answered, grabbing a glass of firewhiskey and taking a gulp.
"Yeh two make a wonderful couple, Ron," Hagrid said, beaming. "Hermione is a great girl, with such a big heart!"
"Her heart is not the only thing big in her, I must say," Charlie added, laughing. Ron choked on his firewhiskey.
"What the fuck, Charlie!?"
"Sorry, lil' brother, but it's the truth! You'd better keep an eye on her, I saw a few French cousins of our lovely sister-in-law eyeing her."
"What!? Who?"
Charlie laughed again.
"Don' rile 'im up, Charlie."
"I know, I know, but it's too easy … I'm sure Hermione can comfort him, can't she?"
Ron merely grunted and took another sip.
"So tell me, Ron — have you two done it?"
"Done what?" he heard Hermione ask, and he almost spluttered. He turned to see her and quickly said, "Nothing, don't mind him, he's just pissed. Let's go." He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from his brother.
"You're all red, Ron. What were you talking about?"
"Nothing. They're drunk, don't mind them."
Hermione studied him for a moment and then seemed to forget about it and asked, "Where is Harry?"
"Over there, talking to Muriel and Elphias Doge. Do you fancy a walk outside? It's hot in here."
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'd love to."
They exited the marquee hand in hand and began to walk. They weren't the only ones outside, so they moved away from the party, towards the orchard. When they reached the trees, Hermione stopped and, facing Ron, threw her arms round his neck, pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately. Ron responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her back until they ended on top of her ass. She pressed her body against his, and he could feel the swell of her breasts against his chest. Fuck, there was no way she was wearing a bra …
His cock twitched at the thought, already completely hard. Hermione moaned against his mouth and they pulled apart, a playful smile on her face.
"Why did you stop? I was enjoying the kiss," he pouted.
"Oh, I could feel how much," she replied teasingly. "But I wanted to show you something," she said, and, opening her beaded bag, took something out and put it in Ron's hand.
Ron looked at it, confused. It was something silky, some kind of fabric, and he raised his hand so he could see it better with the small amount of light coming from the marquee. And then he realised what it was.
A pair of red lace panties.
He stared at her in disbelief, and she smiled at him, the desire visible on her face despite the absence of light.
"You — you went to the party without panties?" he asked, astonished. Astonished and horny.
"I took them off in the bathroom," she confessed. "I thought you'd like it."
"Like it?" he lifted them to his face and could smell the divine, strong aroma of her pussy. "Fuck, I love it."
"I've been very frustrated since your mother interrupted us two days ago, Ron," she told him, moving closer, her hands on his hips. "And you look so dashing …" As she said this, her hand moved to cup his cock.
"Bloody fuck, Hermione!"
Putting the panties on his pocket, he grabbed her and smashed his lips against hers. She moaned, opening her mouth, and began moving her hard more aggressively. Ron thrust his tongue into her mouth and lifted her skirt until he could put his hands under it. Immediately, he grabbed her bare ass, squeezing her round cheeks frantically.
"Merlin, I want you. You've been driving me mad all evening," he said before engaging her in another passionate snog. Hermione moaned something, but he just intensified the kiss as he kneaded her ass. Then, she moved her free hand to his right forearm and, clutching it, forced him to move the hand to her pussy, and opened her legs to give him room.
"There, touch me there."
Ron grunted, insane with lust, and began to caress her slit, slowly at first, but, feeling how wet she was, more forcefully, making sure to brush her clit with every pass.
"Oh, Ron … Ron, yes, yes … I need you. Oh, I need you."
"Fuck, me too," he whispered. He looked around and to the marquee. Would they be safe inside the orchard? He could just take her against a tree, like that day. Though that could ruin her dress, and she probably wouldn't be too happy …
Struck by sudden inspiration, he grabbed her hands and, before she could do anything, he Apparated them to his room.
"Ron! You can't do that without —"
But Ron was already kissing her frantically. Grabbing her by her hips, he sat her on the top of his desk and pushed her dress up, revealing her creamy thighs to him. "Gonna fuck you really hard, Hermione, in this dress!"
"Oh, yes," she said, too horny to deny him anything. "Fuck me, Ron. Make me come hard. You left me so aroused the other day, and couldn't even relieve myself …"
Ron moaned at her words, and began to caress her thighs, until he grew tired of it and started fumbling with his trousers, lowering them along his pants. His cock stood out, hard and proud.
"It looks so hard, Ron," she almost moaned, and then lowered the straps of her dress so her breasts were bare to his hungry gaze. Even with the little light coming from the party through the window, they looked spectacular.
"Fuck, yeah, and your tits look so good, so round and firm!"
She squeezed them, looking at him lustfully, and opened her legs wide. Ron got even closer to her and lifted her dress even more, so the skirt was bunched around her waist. Licking his lips in anticipation, he slid two fingers along her pussy, making her moan in need.
"Ron, please, stick it in me now!"
Trying to control his urges, Ron took his cock in his hand and brushed it against her curls, touching her clit every time, making her whimper and buck her hips against him.
"Do you like this, Hermione?"
"Yes, but it's not enough, Ron!" she cried, desperate. "Fuck my sopping pussy right now, or I'll start touching myself and you'll have to watch and wank!"
"Bloody fuck!" he shouted, and, too aroused by her words, shoved his member into her hole in one go, until his hips hit her thighs.
"Fuck, YESSS!" she screamed, closing her eyes in pleasure. "More, more!" she begged, moving her hands to his buttocks and pressing her towards him.
Ron smiled, feeling deliriously happy for being encased in her tight heat, and, after retreating a bit, thrust hard into her again, hissing. "Fuck, this is too good, Hermione, too good …"
"Yes, move, move, Ron, don't stop!"
Ron moved his hands to her ass and gripped it hard, gaining leverage to start a frantic fucking. Hermione put her legs around him and threw her head backwards, moaning loudly and giving him a fantastic view of her breasts.
"Fuck, yeah, Hermione. Merlin, you look so fucking hot!" Unable to resist, he moved one of his hands to cup her tits and squeeze them, which only fuelled Hermione's pleasure. She was now moaning so wantonly that he hoped there was no one downstairs or would heard them, even with the music of the party.
"Ron, I'm right there! Right there!" she screamed, bucking her hips harder to counter his own powerful, deep thrusts.
"Fuck, me too, me too, Hermione!"
He tried to move even faster, to make sure to brush against her clit every time. Hermione put her hand behind her for support and leaned on them, arching her body towards his and looking incredibly sexy, with her tits bouncing and her dress bunched around her waist …
"Ron … Oh, Ron, Ron … Oh … I'm — I'm —"
Sensing her climax, Ron put one hand on her shoulder and brought her body to his, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth and Ron gave her a few deep, forceful thrusts, feeling her pussy spasm around his aching cock as she came powerfully, her entire body convulsing in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, yessss!" he hissed against her lips, and, before her own orgasm finished, he exploded inside her, filling her eager cunt with stream after stream of cum.
Finally, he rested his head on her shoulder, both of them panting heavily, her bodies sweaty and sated.
"God, that was fantastic," she commented, caressing his hair absentmindedly.
"Yeah," he nodded, putting a few kisses on her bare shoulder and neck.
"Ron …" she half-moaned, half-protested.
"What?" he asked, now kissing her under her ear before taking it between his lips.
"We need to — ahh — go …" she said without conviction.
Ron smirked and moved across her jaw, his hands caressing her thighs. He could feel himself hardening again in her hot, wet pussy, and wanted nothing but to come again inside her.
"Why?" he asked, before claiming her lips again. Hermione tried to resist at first, but soon was kissing him with equal passion. She clenched her vaginal muscles and he gasped, surprised but pleased, his cock full erect once more.
"Take us to the bed," she whispered huskily. Ron looked at her face in the near darkness, seeing new, unadulterated desire in her eyes. Smiling, he lifted her by her waist and then dropped onto the bed, with her straddling his lap. At once, she pushed him back, so he was lying on the mattress, and then raised herself on her knees until only the tip of his cock was inside her.
"Do you like my body, Ron?" she asked sultrily, using her right hand to caress her torso, from her flat stomach to her breasts, while she pressed him to the bed with the other.
"Fuck, yes."
"Do you like my tits?" she asked, squeezing them enticingly.
"You know I do — best tits in the world."
"And what about my pussy, Ron? Do you like it?"
"I fucking love it, Hermione," he answered, going crazy with desire at her dirty talking. He tried to thrust upwards, but she was impeding it with her thighs. "Please …"
"Please what?"
"Fuck me."
"Mmh," she said, pressing her lips in a tight line, as if she were considering it. "Not good enough. Use that dirty mouth of yours, Ronald."
"Work my cock with that hot, tight pussy of yours, Hermione. Use my dick to cum and then make me cum as well , until your hole is overflowing with my spunk!"
"Oh, yes!" she said, and lowered her body forcefully, impaling herself on him. The two of them moaned in pleasure. "Ah, you're so hard again, Ron. Fuck, I was going insane these days, watching you, knowing I couldn't have you like this … Oh, God …" she said, as she moved, rotating her hips in maddening way.
"Fuck, Hermione …" he groaned, putting his hands on her ass to help her move faster.
"Yes, Ron, I'm going to fuck you the way I've been wanting to. When I came to the bathroom before I had to take off my panties as they were soaked after having had to watch you in your robes all evening. And all the dancing … Oh, you got me so hot … So horny for you … Ah, this feels so good …"
Ron could see how her own talk was exciting her further, and she began to move harder and faster, letting the needs of her body control her, and he loved it. She looked like a sex goddess, riding him so expertly, with her round, firm tits bouncing as she moved on top of him. They stared into each other's eyes, her gazes transmitting the love and lust they were feeling and helping them increase their arousal and their desire. Hermione started moaning louder, and Ron moved one hand to her tits, to squeeze them the way she — and he — loved.
"Oh, Ron, yes, touch me, touch me while I ride your amazing cock! God, I love you, aah, I love you, Ron!"
"Fuck, Hermione, you drive me mad!" he replied, thrusting upwards, trying to reach even deeper inside her, even if it was impossible. After a bit, enthralled by the sight of her bouncing tits, he raised her torso, so he was sitting up on the border of the bed, and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on it, while he put both his hands on her hips and ass to help her move.
"Oh, Ron! Yes, suck my tits! Gods, it feels so good!"
"You — have — such tasty — tits, H'rmione …" he moaned, moving from one breast to the other and sucking on them like a man possessed. Hermione started moving her hips even harder, her breathing becoming ragged and agitated. He could hear the sound of their lower bodies slamming into one another, and sound that only turned him on even more.
"I'm about to cum again, Ron. Fuck, I'm going to cum all over your amazing cock!" she declared, her voice strained, as she started moving even faster and harder. Her pussy seemed to want to suck his cock dry every time she retreated, giving him such pleasure he never wanted it to stop.
"Cum, Hermione," he said against her breasts. "Cum hard, Love!"
She threw her head backwards and clutched his shoulders hard, her body getting out of control as she rode him to ecstasy. "Ron … Ron, God, this feels — oh, I'm about to cum, Ron. I'm just there, just there, just a bit more … a bit more …" her hips became a blur, and Ron had to bit her lip not to scream as the way her pussy slid along his cock, which was already throbbing. "Oh, Oh, Ron, Ron, RonronronROON!" she screamed, her juices soaking his groin as she moved frantically, riding out her orgasm while he held her by her waist.
When her orgasm started to ebb away, he threw her on the bed without leaving her snug hole and began pounding into her. She stared at him, eyes and mouth open wide though she seemed unable to say a word. Driven wild by the pleasure he was giving her, she moved even harder and then exploded once more, filling her twat with another load of spunk.
Screaming in pleasure, he thrust erratically into her a few more times, enjoying the why her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, until, spent, he fell on top on her body, panting heavily.
Hermione put her arms around him and caressed his back lovingly.
"A — mazing," he managed to say, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, his body still tingling in pleasure.
"Yes …" she muttered. "It was fantastic, Ron. Merlin, I needed that."
Once he had regained some air, he raised his head to look at her and then lowered his mouth to hers, the kiss lingering for a few wonderful seconds.
"I love you," he said when they pulled apart.
"I love you too."
"We must go back."
"Yes."
Slowly, they got up. Hermione cast Cleaning and Refreshing Charms on them, and then they redressed.
"Ron, give me my knickers."
Ron smirked at her. "Umh, I like the idea of you without them …"
"Yes, I imagine. Now give them back."
Reluctantly, he complied, and she put them on slowly, making sure he could see how she adjusted them and how good they looked on her body.
"Like the view?" she asked with a smirk.
"You're a bloody tease. If I get hard again, you'll have to suck me off."
Hermione laughed. "I could," she said happily. "Now let's Apparate back to the orchard. We've been gone for half an hour."
Ron took her hand and they Apparated to the same spot.
"Does my hair look all right? It is not evident what we've done, is it?" she asked in a worried tone, throwing worried glances towards the marquee.
"Nah, you look a bit flushed, but it's all right. They'll imagine we've gone for a good snog."
"Let's hope so," she said. "You'd better stop smiling like that."
"Why? I am happy. I've had a fantastic day and now I've had an amazing shag with my sexy girlfriend."
Hermione tried to look stern, but soon broke into a grin. "Idiot," she muttered. "Come on, let's go back," she pressed him, grasping his hand in hers and leading them to the marquee.
Inside it, the party was still going strong, with people still drinking and dancing (much more clumsily, Ron realised, the champagne and the Firewhiskey were having their effect).
"What do you want to do?" Ron asked her. "Dance again?"
Hermione thought her answer for a few seconds before saying, "No, my feet are a bit sore. But I feel thirsty …"
"Another glass of champagne?" he asked with a smirk.
"No, too much already. I don't want to end up doing anything crazy."
"Like going to the bathroom and coming back without your panties?" he asked in a low voice, a wide grin on his face.
"Exactly like that," she said. "I won't drink any more alcohol and so that won't happen again."
"Shame," Ron said.
"Ah, here you are!" someone said. They turned a bit and saw Harry approaching them. "Where the hell did you go?"
"Er …"
"For a walk," Hermione answered quickly. "It was too hot here after dancing so much. And you looked to be in an interesting conversation with Elphias Doge."
"And Aunt Muriel," added Ron, shaking his head. "Are you mad?"
"Well, they told me pretty interesting things," Harry said, and Ron noticed he seemed a bit off. "Did you know Dumbledore's family lived in Godric's Hollow?"
"Really?" asked Hermione, very interested. "No, I didn't."
"Wait, guys, why don't you find a table and I'll go grab a few bottles of pumpkin juice?"
"Yes, please," nodded Hermione eagerly. "I'm dying to take my shoes off."
"Be right back," Ron said, and went in search of drinks while Hermione and Harry went to find an empty table. Ron had just spotted a waiter and grabbed three bottles, when a Patronus came through the canopy and landed just in front of his dad, who had been talking animatedly to Bill, Fleur, her father and Lupin.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They're coming."
The Patronus, some sort of feline, vanished, and, for a second, no one moved. Then, there was a sudden, loud crack, and people started yelling and running.
For a moment, Ron just stood there, frozen in place, as people dressed in black robes Apparated and the guests fled.
Run, you idiot! They're here after Harry!
The bottles fell to the floor when Ron started running, lowering his head to avoid the spells that were already flying. Parts of the marquee were already on fire. Looking around desperately, he caught sight of his parents, wands ready, attacking the Death Eaters.
"Hermione! HERMIONE!" he was yelling. He almost shouted Harry's name, before realising, just in time, that such a yell would undoubtedly attract the Death Eaters' attention.
"RON!" he heard then. He turned his head and saw his best friends running towards him. He sprinted towards them and, the moment his hand touched Hermione's, they Disapparated, escaping The Burrow.
Sorry for the coitus interruptus, but I thought it was realistic here, giving Mrs Weasley behaviour prior to the Wedding. In the book she's always upon the three of them to prevent them from planning, so, giving Ron and Hermione are a couple, I imagined she would be even worse.
I usually hate when they are interrupted. Well, I don't mind the occasional time, but when in a fic they're interrupted every fucking time I hate it. So don't worry, I'll rarely have them stopped, and, even if they are, I'll be sure to give plenty of smut to compensate!
And now the happy times are over!
Harry, Ron and Hermione will hide at Grimmauld Place, but, of course, they'll get to have some sexy times in there, despite the situation.
See you in a week or so.