Discovering Ourselves

by rhrsmutlover

Sixth year. Finally, Ron and Hermione find their way to each other, and once that happens, they simply can't get enough of the other. A story of their relationship through school, the war, and beyond. An AU fic with lots and lots of smut and fluff.

21. Hallows and Birthdays

Here is another veeery long chapter. And though the plot advances, this deals with Ron's birthday, so there is lots and lots of smut in it.

I wanted them to enjoy it, as things are getting close to the end.

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Chapter 20

Hallows and Birthdays

"Well, that went well," mumbled Ron angrily, setting to cast the Protective Charms as soon as they had Apparated.

"Sorry, it was a bad idea going there," said Harry with a strained voice. He was clutching his right arm, which showed a nasty wound.

"We all decided to go in the end, so it's no one fault," interjected Hermione, opening her bag and taking the bottle of Dittany. "Come here, Harry. Let me clean that wound and apply this."

"We should put the tent first, Hermione, it's freezing," protested Harry, though he was clearly in pain.

"That can wait!" Hermione yelled. "We must clean the wound quickly! That snake's bite is highly poisonous, or don't you remember what happened to Ron's dad?"

"Right. Okay, then," nodded Harry baring his arm and wincing a bit.

Ron finished casting the Charms, thinking about what had happened in the last hour. In high spirits after destroying the locket, they had begun discussing the possible locations of the other horcruxes, feeling more optimistic than ever since having started the mission. Harry had insisted about Hogwarts, but neither Ron nor Hermione were convinced and, besides, it would be tantamount to suicide going there, what with Snape being Headmaster and two other Death Eaters as assistants. So Harry had started talking about Godric's Hollow again. They already had the sword, but he insisted they could find something, and, in any case, they had no other clues. Maybe You-Know-Who could have hidden something there, as it was the birthplace of one of Hogwarts founders? Hermione and Ron knew the true reason why he wanted to go, but, finally, had relented, eager to at least be doing something.

But the entire trip had been a waste of time and they had almost lost their lives. They had visited the graveyard, where they had paid their respects to Harry's parents, and then they had run into Bathilda Bagshot, an old acquaintance of Dumbledore and author of 'A History of Magic', who apparently had been waiting for them.

Only it turned out that it wasn't Bathilda Bagshot at all, but that fucking snake, Nagini, enchanted. In the fight that had ensued, it had bit Harry after calling for You-Know-Who, and they had barely escaped from there, thanks to a well-aimed Exploding Curse by Ron and Hermione's quick thinking.

Once the area was safe, Ron joined his friends and took the tent, while Hermione tended to Harry.

"That looks really nasty," he commented, looking at the ground.

"Well, I think I siphoned the blood from the wound, so, with luck, there will be just a little trace of venom in your system," Hermione told Harry, who — Ron noticed — was starting to look a bit pale. "I'm going to apply Dittany now, but you're still likely to have some fever. It should be over in a day or two, but you'll need plenty of rest," she explained. She tried to sound convincing, but Ron could tell she was very nervous and worried.

"Thank you, Hermione. You're a life-saver," said Harry a bit sheepishly. He clearly was still feeling guilty.

An hour later, Harry was sleeping, after taking a mug of tea and eating something. Hermione had checked on him and, despite being a bit hot, he looked fine.

"You could be a healer, you know," Ron told her when she sat down next to him, pulling a book from her beaded bag.

Hermione scoffed. "I just read a bit about Healing Charms and such, thought it would be useful. And I happen to know a bit about infections from my parents."

"You still could be. You've saved both Harry and I, you know," he insisted. No matter how many times he had witnessed Hermione's brilliance, she never stopped amazing him. She smiled.

"Oh, don't flatter me," she said dismissively.

Ron grinned at her and spontaneously kissed her on the cheek before fixing his gaze on the book. He furrowed his brow. "Which book is that?"

Hermione blushed a bit and showed him the cover. It was The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore; Skeeter's book.

"Where the hell did you get that?"

"I found it in Bathilda's house."

"And you stole it?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I — well, she's dead, isn't she?" she tried to defend herself, though he could see her cheeks getting even pinker. "She doesn't need it anymore."

"But why do you want to read it? It was written by Rita Skeeter, Hermione. Surely it won't be anything but a bunch of lies."

"Still, I want to read it. I want to know what she wrote. And I've got nothing else to read, anyway."

Ron shook his head with a smile and kissed her cheek again. Hermione looked at him.

"What was that?"

"It's just you're adorable."

"Am I?"

"You are. And I am glad we got out that place alive," he added, caressing her hand in his. He felt her shudder, and then she looked at him, with those bright brown eyes of hers he loved so much. "All thanks to you. You're so brilliant and amazing." And, unable to resist it anymore, he kissed her passionately. She responded in kind, the book falling to the bed between them.

"It could have got much worse if you hadn't realised about the snake talking in Parseltongue and hadn't cast that curse at it when it bit Harry. The wound could easily be lethal. Your quick acting saved him, Ron."

Ron shrugged, dismissing the importance of his actions. "It just made it angrier. But you managed to block it and then got us three out of there when that monster appeared. I — I almost froze on the spot when he Apparated, Hermione," he said, and shivered. The memory of You-Know-Who appearing out of thin air was enough to make his blood run cold.

"I was terrified, too," she confessed.

"But you still acted quickly. You're amazing," he told her, and kissed her again. Passionately.

"Harry's just there," she said, a bit out of breath, when they pulled apart.

"He's asleep. We can put Privacy Charms around us."

She stared up into his eyes, as if weighing his words, and then, putting her right hand behind his neck, brought her mouth upon hers and thrust her tongue between his lips, making him moan. They snogged fit a bit, their passion increasing, until they had to stop in need of air. Then, Hermione took her wand and cast the charms to ensure their privacy. The moment she did that, Ron cupped her face and kissed her hard, before moving to her neck, which elicited delicious moans from her.

Ron kept kissing and sucking on her neck and earlobes, and then descended. His hands took the hem of her jumper and pulled it up along with her shirt, exposing her bra-covered breasts. Taking one look at her face and her sexy body, he buried his head between her tits, kissing and nibbling at them. Frustrated by the restriction, Hermione arched her back and took off his jumper and shirt. Then, she put her hands behind her back and unsnapped her bra, allowing Ron to throw it away.

"Fuck, yeah! They're fucking amazing!" exclaimed Ron, staring at her breasts hungrily. "They're so round, so firm, so — Mmmmhh," he moaned, taking the left one in his mouth, engulfing it as if wanting to devour it whole, while his hand squeezed the other one.

"Oh, Ron, yes!" she moaned, arching her back again.

Ron sucked on her tits greedily, switching between the two until they were wet with his saliva and red due to his ministrations.

After a bit, he put both his hands on them and kept kneading while his mouth left a trail of kisses and licks down her belly. Hermione put her hands on his hair, caressing it, drowning in the passion he provoked in her. After playing with his tongue in her belly button, he moved a bit down and stretched out his tongue, delving under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. He tried to grab the fabric with his teeth, as his hands were still occupied on her tits and he didn't want to stop touching them. But then Hermione moved her hand to her waistband and pushed them down, along with her knickers, revealing her beautiful, delicious pussy to him. Ron groaned at the sight of her pink slit surrounded by her neat, trimmed hair. He breathed deeply, relishing in her spicy aroma.

He looked up at her when he felt her hands on his head. She was staring at him lustfully from between her mounds and his kneading hands.

"Eat my pussy, Ron."

She spread her legs wide, and Ron buried his head in her crotch, wetting his face with her juices. He began to lap at once, enjoying her unique taste. He gave her clit a few licks, and then thrust his tongue into her hole, moving it around. He pinched her hard nipples with his hands, and she arched on the bed, her body overcome his pleasure.

"Oh, gods, Ron! Oooh, fuck, like that! Deeper! Stick your tongue deeper!"

Ron felt his entire body swell with pride for being the cause the immense pleasure she was experienced, and tried to reach deeper into her cunt with his tongue, intent on drinking all her delicious fluids as if her pussy was a fountain and he hadn't had a drop of water in a month.

"Oh, Ron, you're so good at that!" Hermione moaned loudly. "Now suck my clit! Suck my clit and make me come!"

Ron gave her a few more licks and then closed his mouth around her aching, swollen clitoris. He sucked hard and she spasmed on the bed, her thighs pressing against his head.

"More! More! I'm so close, Ron! I'm so close to — aaah! — cumming!"

Ron smiled and sucked even harder, using his tongue to lap at her. Fuck, his cock was so hard it could break stone, and he was dying to shove it deep into that snug, hot hole and fill her up with cum.

Ron kept sucking, wanting to extract the last bit of pleasure from that pussy he so loved. It didn't take long for him to get his reward. He felt Hermione pulling on his hair almost painfully and then she came strongly, moaning in pleasure, her pussy gushing more juice into his chin. He kept sucking her clit and squeezing her sensitive boobs until she rode out her orgasm, and then took a long lick to her slit before raising his head.

"Oh, Ron … I love you so much …" she said, almost sobbing due to the intensity of her climax. "Your mouth … gods …"

"And what about my cock, Hermione?" he said, taking off his pyjama top and lowering his bottoms to show her his aching prick. He put his hand around it and gave it a few strokes. Hermione, with her eyes focused on it, moaned again wantonly.

"Put it in me, Ron. Take your pleasure from my pussy. Fill me up with you delicious, hot spunk."

Ron groaned like and animal and then turned her around roughly. Hermione moaned again and looked at him over her shoulder. She pushed her round, perfect ass up. Ron's cock, if possible, became even harder. Hurriedly, he got between her parted thighs and grabbed her ass cheeks hard. Then he leaned over her body and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. With their gazes locked, her moved his face closer to her.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

Hermione let out a throaty moan, and then Ron plunged into her, burying his entire cock in her in one powerful thrust.

"Fuuuck, so fucking tight!"

"Gods, Ron! Yes! Oh, yes, you feel so big and hard!"

Ron lowered his body on hers, his chest on her back, using his free hand to grab her hips and keep her ass up in the air. Then he raised his hips and slammed back hard, starting a rough fucking that send bolts of pleasure down his spine.

"Oh, fuck, Hermione, you've got the sweetest pussy! The best pussy! Fuck, it's so tight and wet and HOT! Fuck, gonna fuck it so fucking HARD!"

Hermione closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a muted moan as her body shook with the force of Ron's thrusts. He was slamming into her round, plump buttocks with every stroke, lighting up his body with the amazing pleasure her cunt was giving his dick.

"Unnngh, fuck, I wanna fuck you forever, Hermione! Forever! Your cunt is — so — fucking — amazing!" he said, emphasizing each word with a hard, deep thrust.

Her pushed his body even harder upon hers and moved his right hand under her chest to grope at her tits.

"Keep your ass up, Hermione!" he ordered as he fucked her, moving the hand there to her head. He slid it under her face, and then put his legs outside hers, pressing her thighs together with his, so his body was effectively surrounding her completely. With her legs closed, she felt even tighter, and Ron groaned at the blissful pleasure it gave him. He moved even harder, completely dominating her body. He forced her to look at him with the hand under her face, and they locked gazes once more.

"You like this, 'Ermione? You like how my cock fucks your tight cunt hard? I'm going to pump you full of my cum!"

"Gods, Ron, yes! Oh, don't stop, don't stop! I'm close again! Please, make me cum again!"

"I'll make you cum on my cock over and over again, until you get wet just by seeing me! I'm gonna put it so deep in your pussy you'll feel me there even when I take it out! Oh, fuuuuck!" he shouted, and snogged her wildly as he kept fucking her over and over, his bollocks tightening due to his impending release.

Finally, unable to resist her tightness and warm anymore, he shoved it hard into her, as deep as possible, and exploded, sending spurt after spurt of cum into her womb.

"Ooooh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck, Hermione! I'm cumming! Merlin, I'm cumming so hard!"

Hermione began to tremble under him and he realised with delight that she was coming as well, milking his cock until the last drop.

Finally, exhausted, she let her head fall on the bed, face down, and he buried his in her wild, wonderful hair, both breathing heavily.

"Bloody hell, that was amazing," he muttered after a bit. "I think I might have poured a gallon of cum into that sweet pussy of yours, love."

"Mmmh," she moaned contentedly. "It really was wonderful," she added, turning her head and smiling. Ron grinned and put a kiss on her cheek.

Finally, after a bit, he moved off her and she snuggled into his side.

"We should get dressed," she commented.

"I like you more naked."

"So do I," she replied, moving one hand do cup his balls, making him hiss. "But still, we should check on Harry. And it's too cold."

She gave him a kiss and got up, starting to put her clothes back on. He watched her for a bit and did the same, thinking that, despite this damned mission they were in and whose end he couldn't see, he was really a lucky sod.

— o —

"I think I've found something," said Hermione one afternoon as she approached Ron and Harry, who were playing chess with a board and pieces they had transfigured from little stones. It had been a week after their trip to Godric's Hollow.

"What?" asked Ron, lifting his face to look at her.

"This symbol here," she answered, showing them The Tales of Beedle the Bard. It was opened at what seemed the start of a chapter, and she was pointing to a little drawing under the title.

"Isn't that a rune?" Harry asked, not understanding.

"No, it isn't. Most of the tales have little drawing near the titles, so at first I didn't realise, but this one isn't printed. It was drawn by hand.

"But what is it?" inquired Ron, furrowing his brow in confusion. Harry's eyes, however, widened with sudden realisation.

"It was the same symbol Xenophilius Lovegood was wearing at Bill and Fleur's weeding!" he exclaimed.

"Exactly!" nodded Hermione. "And it was on a grave at Godric's Hollow, too," she added.

"A grave? Which grave?" asked Ron.

"A very old one. Belonged to a wizard named Ignotus Peverell."

"And that was …?" started Ron.

"I don't know. I saw the name 'Peverell' in that book on Wizarding families Kreacher had."

"So we have to find someone named Peverell and ask?" questioned Ron, furrowing his brows.

"We can't. The surname 'Peverell' died centuries ago. If they have descendants, they'll be called differently."

"Typical," said Ron. Couldn't anything be easy for a change?

"It sounds familiar to me," commented Harry, frowning. "Though I don't remember where I heard it."

"And I've found the symbol in another place," continued Hermione, showing them The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

"What!?" asked Harry, frowning.

"In a letter that Dumbledore wrote to Grindelwald."

Both Harry and Ron stared at her as if she had grown two heads.

"He wrote a letter to whom!?" bellowed Harry.

As an explanation, Hermione began to read a chapter entitled 'For the Greater Good', which basically treated about Grindelwald and Dumbledore being best friends when they were seventeen and plotting on taking over the world. It left the two boys astounded and Harry profoundly disturbed. Finally, Hermione showed them the copy of the letter, in which Dumbledore added the symbol to the signature.

"I can't believe that," muttered Harry. "I just — I can't."

"Mate, I know this sounds horrible, but he was very young then, and —"

Harry rounded on him, glaring. "Very young? He was the same age we are now, Ron! And here we are, fighting Death Eaters, while he plotted to take over the world with his pal Grindelwald!"

Ron fell silent, his mouth open, not knowing what to reply. He looked at Hermione.

"But he changed, Harry," Hermione argued. "He changed and ended up defeating him."

Harry grunted. "I need some air," he said, and went out of the tent. Hermione followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight and sighed.

"I should have seen that coming."

"Yes, well, he'll brood for a bit and then will come back. Where were you going with all this?"

"I don't know," she answered, shrugging. "It's just that this symbol might be important. At the wedding Viktor commented this was Grindelwald sign. Certainly, he must have used it, though not as a sign. After all, Ignotus's grave proves it is very old."

"Okay. But how are we going to discover what it means? We're not at Hogwarts, where you would have pushed us to the library to search every book available."

"Very funny," said Hermione. "But that research has helped us in the past, hasn't it? But," she continued, before Ron could say anything, "we have no way to research it, so, as Xenophilius was wearing it, I was thinking about visiting him."

Ron raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You want to ask Xenophilius Lovegood of all people? Hermione, he'll probably tell us it's the symbol of the Crumpled-Horned snorkel or something ridiculous like that."

"Well, he wouldn't be my first source of information," Hermione replied, a bit frustrated. "But unless you know of another way to find what the symbol means, it's our best shot."

"Yeah, I suppose," he agreed, quite reluctantly. After a bit, he let out a sigh. "Okay, let's see if Harry wants to go."

Convincing Harry was rather easily, so, the next day, they had gone to the Lovegood's where they expected not just to find out about the symbol, but to also see Luna, as it was Christmas.

Well, the entire trip had been a great mistake. Not just had Xenophilius Lovegood fed them a story about the Peverell brothers and three objects called The Deathly Hallows which Hermione thought was nothing but bullshit — opinion that Ron shared, even if part of the story made sense — but they had found out that Luna had been imprisoned, the Quibbler had changed its editorial line to side with the Death Eaters, and they had almost been caught by them.

And to make things worse, Harry had eaten up the story about the Hallows, thinking that he had two — the Cloak of Invisibility and the Resurrection Stone, and that You-Know-Who was after the last one, the Elder Wand. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the horcruxes, and was spending day after day trying to open the Snitch.

Hermione glared at him every time she saw him with the stone, nagging at him about the mission Dumbledore had given them, but Harry just ignored her. Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione kept looking at maps and bringing the three of them to new magical places where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could have hidden the detached pieces of his corrupted soul.

"Ron, what are we going to do?" Hermione asked him one day at the end of February, the two of them sitting on their bed while Harry kept watch outside, with the Snitch. "It's been almost two months, and we haven't got another breakthrough. And he doesn't seem to care!" she added, raising her voice and clearly angry.

"Lower your voice," Ron told her, giving her a warning look.

"Well, maybe he needs to hear it!" Hermione protested, now glaring at him.

"Well, you've already had, dozens of times, with no result. I don't think there's nothing we can do."

"Because you don't help me with him," she replied, her tone a bit resentful. "You say you think we should keep looking for the Horcruxes, but you never argue with him." She crossed her arms under her chest rather tightly and narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you agree with me when we talk just because I'm your girlfriend?"

"No!" he protested, breaking into a sweat. He could sense what the twins used to call 'a trap question'. "Look, I — I don't want to fight with Harry, you know how stubborn he is —"

Hermione's glare gained intensity, and he knew at once that she was about to retort that he had never had a problem in arguing with her, despite her also being very stubborn.

"Let me talk," he said quickly, before she could utter a word. "If we side against him, he'll just isolate himself more and brood, and that's not what we need. He is the one who knows him the most, so we need his help. At least, now he agrees to search around the country."

"But he doesn't help at all!" countered Hermione. "He just follows us to avoid me pestering him."

"I know. But — look, Dumbledore gave you that book for a reason, didn't he? And the only clue was that symbol. Even if the Deathly Hallows are nothing but a mountain of shit there must be something about them, or the story, that must be important."

"Mmmh," Hermione said, and Ron knew that he had made a point but she didn't really want to agree with him. "Maybe you're right, Ron, but we can't keep like this. It's been two months, and we still have three Horcruxes to destroy. We know barely nothing about what's happening."

"At least we know my family is all right," Ron commented with a sigh. It had been one of the first things they had asked Lovegood.

"Yeah, that's true," she nodded, touching his arm.

They fell silent for a while until she grabbed his hand in hers and looked up into his eyes. He returned her look with a questioning expression.

"Tomorrow is your birthday," she stated simply.

"Oh," he said, furrowing his brow. "Really?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Yesterday, when I managed to get into that grocery shop, I saw it was the 27th."

He let his body fall onto the bed, his hands behind his head, and looked up at the canvas. "So — I'll be eighteen in a few hours."

She nodded and lay next to him, on her left side, her head leaning into her hand. She began to make patterns with her fingers of his chest.

"I haven't got a present for you."

He turned his head to look at her, and then moved one of his hands to grab hers. "Well, we have enough trouble to get food, love. I wasn't expecting a present."

"I'd like to give you something, though. Is there something you'd want?"

Ron grinned wickedly at her. "Well, I'd love for you to suck my cock really good, you know …" he said, in a teasing tone.

Hermione bit her lower lip but didn't laugh or smile. "I can do that," she replied, quite seriously.

Ron raised one eyebrow. "Really?"

This time, she did smile. "Well, it's not as if I don't do that already, is it?"

"Well, yeah, but …"

"Do you want your present now that Harry is outside?" she offered.

Ron's cock hardened at once. "Fuck, yeah! Though, if you give it to me today, I won't receive anything tomorrow."

"Well, maybe I can do it again tomorrow. Or anything else you like."

"Fuck, Hermione …"

"Do you want it, then?" she asked huskily, taking her hand from his and moving it to cup his package. She started fondling him softly, but in a really arousing way.

"Yeah, I do. I really do!"

"Ask for it then, Ron."

He stared into her expressive, beautiful brown eyes. "Suck my cock real good, Hermione. Make me cum into your mouth and swallow it all."

With her eyes still fixed on his, she sat up on the bed and unfastened his trousers. Ron lifted his bum and she lowered them and his pants enough to free his hard cock. Then, she broke they eye connection and looked at it, licking and moistening her inviting lips. She put her right hand around his shaft, giving him a tentative stroke and then rubbing the tip with her thumb.

"Mmmh, Hermione … fuck, I love your hands on my cock …" he moaned.

"Look at me," she told him. "I want you to watch me suck your big, tasty cock until you give me the cum I crave."

"Bloody fucking fuck!" he swore. Though she usually swore when they had sex, she didn't dirty talk — really dirty talk — often, which made it even more arousing when she did. "I'll give you as much as you want, Hermione. I'll make you choke with it."

"Good," she said as she got between his legs, kneeling on the floor. He opened the to give her space and then, looking into his eyes with raw desire, she leaned forwards and gave the tip of his cock a few licks, circling the head in a delicious manner.

"Oh, yeah … You're a damn tease, Hermione, but your tongue feels so good. Now suck me hard. I want this to be the best birthday present ever."

"It'll be, Ron. I'm going to make you cum like a volcano," she told him, and put the head inside her mouth to suck on it for a bit, though still in a teasing manner that they both knew would only make him more turned on.

"Can I see your tits while you blow me?" he asked.

Hermione just sucked on the head for a bit, bobbing her head just an inch up and down his pole, and then nodded. With his cock between her lips, she undid the buttons of her cardigan and took it away. Ron watched her as she began unbuttoning her shirt, getting more and more aroused. Needing more sensation, he gave a little, tentative thrust up, getting another couple of inches into her mouth. She responded by licking the tip and playing with his hole, which drove him mad and made his jerk his hips harder, wanting to get his entire cock into her perfect mouth. He got another inch in, and closed his eyes and moaned, savouring the sensation

He was distracted when something fell onto his head. He snapped his eyes open and grabbed it, realising it was a white lace bra. He lifted his head quickly and watched his amazing girlfriend bare-chested. With her eyes fixed on his, she gave his cock a strong suck and cupped her perfect mounds of flesh, kneading them erotically. Ron's cock got even harder, and he thrust upwards again. Hermione sucked hard once more, and then released him. He was about to protest when she pressed her tits against his cock and bollocks, giving him a pleasant sensation and an even better view. Then, giving him a sultry look, she licked his entire cock with her tongue, leaving it coated in her saliva. Once done, she sat straight once more and, sticking her chest out, enveloped his shaft between her firm, big boobs and pressed them around him.

"Oh, fuck, Hermione, yesss!" he hissed, thrusting up and down between that amazing channel. "Fuck, it's been so long since you've given me a titjob! Fuck, keep going, push those tits harder around my cock!"

"Move it, Ron," Hermione told him. "Fuck my tits hard, and then I'm going to suck your cock so good I'll drain your balls, getting all that delicious cum you've got only for me."

"Yes, only for you, love, only for you!" he muttered, fucking her tits in earnest. "Fuck, this is amazing! I think I could cum just by the sight alone!"

"Don't," she warned him. "I want to swallow it all."

"Fuuuck, Hermione …"

Hermione let him fuck her tits for a couple of minutes, and then took it back into her mouth hungrily. She didn't bother going slow this time, but shoved it all in until he was in her throat, and then began a fast pace with her head, clenching her lips hard around him and sucking as strong as she could when she retreated.

"Oh, fuck, Hermione, you're a goddess! Fuck, don't stop! Don't ever stop sucking my cock! I want to cum in your amazing mouth!"

Hermione moaned around him and kept sucking, going even harder. He put his hands on her hair and she moaned once more approvingly. Understanding, he began to thrust his hips in counter-motion. He pushed her head down when he thrust up, taking control of the blowjob. She just moaned again around him and tightened her lips, increasing the already heavenly pleasure she was giving him.

The wonderful feeling on his cock and the not less wonderful sight of her jiggling breasts soon brought him near the edge. He felt his bollocks tighten, signalling the impending release, and he fucked her mouth harder.

"Fuck, gonna cum, Hermione! Suck harder! Bloody fuck, suck harder!"

Hermione cupped his balls and kneaded them and sucked as hard as she could. Then she moaned lustfully around him.

It was too much. Ron felt his balls contract, sending stream after stream of his thick, hot cum into his girlfriend's wonderful mouth and throat. He groaned loudly as his hips spasmed, emptying his aching balls into her. Hermione moaned in delight once more and kept sucking and swallowing his cum as if it was the tastiest dessert ever.

Finally, his orgasm subsided and he just let his body sag, panting hard and feeling boneless, while Hermione kept licking and cleaning his cock.

"Fuck … Hermione …" he managed to say.

"That was a big load you gave me, Ron," she commented, beaming at him. "And delicious as ever."

"Merlin, I love you …"

"You do, do you?" she said, giggling. "Was it good then? The best ever?"

"Well, I think that time, after the Quidditch match when you let me fuck your mouth while your head hung from the bed was a bit better, but it was one of the best. A titjob-blowjob combo … Fuck, amazing …"

Hermione dropped onto the bed next to him, and gave him a quick kiss on his mouth.

Ron looked at her, his eyes focusing on her bouncing boobs.

"Fuck, love your tits," he said, raising his right hand to knead them. Hermione sighed in pleasure.

"Mmmh, Ron …"

"That was an amazing birthday present, love," he told her, his hand still busy in her chest. "And it isn't even my birthday yet!"

Hermione laughed. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Loved it, I'd say," he replied, and moved his head to capture her right nipple in his mouth while he continued squeezing her left breast. When he sucked, Hermione put her right hand on his hair and moaned.

"Oooh, Ron …"

Ron pressed her against the bed and began kneading and sucking on her tits, quickly arousing her. After a bit, he moved his lips to her mouth and kissed.

"I think now I've had my present, I want my favourite dessert," he whispered to her. She locked her gaze with his.

"Yeah?"

"Uhuh," he nodded. "And do you know what my favourite dessert is, Hermione?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

"My pussy," she answered, moving her hands to her jeans to undo them.

"Fuck, yeah. Your sweet, hot, tasty pussy."

"Have it, then," she offered, raising her bum off the bed and lowering her jeans and panties.

Ron scooted down the bed and pushed her trousers and knickers until they were around her ankles. She spread her thighs at once, revealing her already glistening sex to him. Fuck, her pussy was incredible. He would never tire of looking at it.

Or touching it. Kissing it. Licking it.

Fucking it …

He could smell her musky scent, and excited, he lowered his head. He glanced up and saw Hermione staring at him with anticipation. Knowing how much she wanted this just excited him more and he gave her a long lick from bottom to top of her slit. He made a pause to savour it, and then did it again, and again, and once more. Soon. He was licking her fast, and then really eating her, his big mouth covering her. She squirmed under him, thrusting her hips up, and, when he put his tongue inside, she moved one hand to his head and pressed him against her, while she used the other to pinch her rock hard nipples.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," he commented.

"Keep going!" she demanded, her voice strained.

Ron smiled into her pussy and resumed fucking her with his tongue, moving it all around inside her tight hole. He put his arms under her thighs and then surrounded her leg with them, using his hands to open her more to him. He kept tongue-fucking her, using his nose to nuzzle her clit in the way she liked, making he moan loudly.

"Oh, Gods, Ron … Uuumh, yes, yes, more! Now suck my clit and use your fingers, please! Make me cum!"

Ron moved his mouth to her clit and began to suck on it hard, causing her to buck her hips in response. Then, he disentangled his arms from around her thighs and put his left hand under her ass, enjoying the firm flesh there. He used the other to thrust two fingers into her pussy.

"Ooooh, fuck, yes! More, Ron, more!" she panted.

Ron was already completely hard, having this goddess squirming under her while he made her drown in a sea of pleasure, so he kept sucking on her clit with even more hunger, using two fingers to fuck her hard and fast.

It took her little more than a minute to come completely undone, pressing his face against her fluttering cunt as she climaxed hard, crying and moaning in pleasure.

"Mmmh, Ron, that was amazing …" she muttered, now caressing his head lovingly instead of pulling his hair and pushing him against her twat.

Ron lifted his body and looked down at her. Fuck, she was so fucking sexy and beautiful …

She opened her eyes to look at him and gave him an amazing smile. Ron returned it and, unable to stand it anymore, got between her legs and lowered his body upon hers. They locked their gazes and kept staring into each other's eyes until he buried his cock in her wet, hot pussy, making them moan and close their eyes.

"Oh, God!" she moaned.

"Fuck, Hermione, so fucking tight!"

"Move, Ron. Fuck me until you cum."

Ron groaned at her words and began to thrust hard from the beginning. She felt so good and he was so horny, despite the otherworldly way in which she had made him cum just ten minutes ago.

"Unngh, Hermione … I love this sweet pussy of yours … Fuck, it's so hot and tight and wet!" he grunted, increasing the pace of his thrusts. He moved one hand to squeeze her tits and she grabbed his head and brought it to hers, theirs mouths colliding in a bruising kiss.

After a bit, Ron grabbed both her hands and put them above her head, effectively restraining her. Now having complete control over her body, he fucked her even harder and rougher, the bed creaking loudly. She arched her back, her mouth open in a noiseless moan, and Ron lowered his mouth to suck on her boobs, as they looked too inviting to ignore. Hermione let out a moan that made his cock twitch inside her and his balls tighten. Needing even more from her, he went at it faster, slamming into her with violence. She didn't just take it, however, but pushed back, her hips countering his movements. He could feel his bollocks hitting her ass every time he buried his cock in her, and he was going mad with need.

"Hermione, gonna cum. Fuck, gonna cum soon."

"Al-ready?" she muttered between moans. "Mmmh, Ron, my pussy must feel really good around your dick …"

"Fuck, it feels amazing, really amazing," he managed to answer.

Then, suddenly, he moved away from her. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he freed one leg from her jeans and panties and put both her legs on his shoulders while he sat on his haunches on the bed. Then he put his cock back in her and resumed his frantic thrusting, only this time he used his right hand to rub her clit at the same time.

"Oh, Ron, yes, yes, like that!" she moaned loudly, her eyes widely open.

"Touch your tits, 'Ermione. Squeeze them for me!"

Hermione did as told and put both her hands on her breasts, caressing and kneading them, pinching her nipples every now and then. Ron was barely blinking, his eyes fixed on her pleasure-filled expression and her hands on her tits.

"Hermione, I need you to cum now. I'm about to — burst!" he warned her, his breathing ragged as he moved inside her tight hole.

"Ooooh, Ron, I'm almost there! Rub my clit just a bit harder! Just a bit!"

Ron did as told as he kept fucking her, and in less than a minute, he saw the signs of her approaching orgasm. Her entire body convulsed, and her cunt clenched deliciously around his girth, doubling the pleasure on his cock. His own balls tightened in response, and, when she arched her back and let out a guttural moan of pleasure, his control snapped and he unloaded inside her, thrusting erratically, wanting to extract even the least amount of pleasure from her body.

Finally, panting and sweaty, he fell upon her, but being careful so to not crush her. She put her hands on his back and began kissing his cheeks.

"Oh, Ron, that was wonderful …"

"Fuck, yeah …" he nodded, trying to regain his breathing.

"Ron," she said softly, and he turned his head to look into her eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Happy birthday."

Ron let out a laugh. "Thank you, love. Definitely, this is the best birthday ever."

She laughed.

After enjoying lying on the bed naked, they put on their pyjamas and then got under the sheets.

Hours later, Ron got up rather reluctantly. He sighed, dreading getting out of the bed, but, eventually, he got up and put on a thick jumper over his head and two pairs of socks on his feet. He fastened his cloak around him. He watched Hermione for a bit, asleep and looking so unbelievable cute under the blankets. Then he pressed his lips against her shoulder and left her, going to the kitchen. He prepared two mugs of tea and walked out the tent.

"Hi," he told Harry, giving him a mug. Harry, who looked rather bored and sleepy, took it.

"Thank you."

"Go to bed, Harry."

Harry nodded.

"Hermione is sleeping?"

"Yeah."

"I haven't got a gift for you, like her," Harry added, staring at him pointedly.

Ron blinked a couple of times, perplexed. "What do you —?"

"Privacy Charms, Ron. I had to Silence the entrance of the tent," he said rather uncomfortably.

Ron felt his ears grow hot. "Oh, fuck! Sorry, Mate."

"So I am, yeah," said Harry. He took a sip of his tea and got up. He walked towards the entrance and then stopped.

"Ron."

"Yes?" Ron asked, still blushing.

"Happy birthday."

Ron smiled at his friend. "Thank you, Harry. Good night."

"Good night."

— o —

If Ron had liked Hermione's gift the day before, it was nothing compared to what she gave him the actual day of his birthday.

It started in the morning. Just after breakfast, she told Ron that they should get some firewood. Ron looked at her, a bit surprised. After all, Hermione's fire spell did consume very little amount of wood, and only the bigger ones. Those small ones she cast in a jar didn't need wood at all.

"Firewood?" he repeated.

"Yes. Can you help me or not?"

"Yeah, yeah."

So, they exited the tent, leaving Harry lying on his bed, the Snitch on his hands. Ron followed Hermione past the border of the clearing where they had put the tent. And the moment they were out of sight, she pushed him against the trunk of a tree and kissed him hard.

Ron was so startled that it took him a few seconds before he kissed him back. But then she surprised him even further, undoing his trousers and putting her hand under them and his pants, grasping his cock, which at once began to harden.

"Mmmh, 'Erminee,"

She didn't respond. Just took his dick out of his trousers and knelt on the floor.

"Hermione, what —?"

"Shut up," she cut him off, and then took his hardening shaft in her hot mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned.

Hermione began to suck hard from the beginning, getting his cock at full mast in seconds. She put one hand on his bollocks and used the other to grasp his hip. Once settled, she began to bob her head fast, taking his entire cock in her mouth before sliding back to the tip and sucking hard.

"Merlin, Hermionee!" he moaned, still not having processed that his girlfriend was giving him a surprise blowjob in the middle of the forest.

"Don't hold back," she said after a bit, releasing it and pumping him with her hand. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Ron." And she engulfed him once more.

Ron didn't, and, in minutes, he was cumming in long spurts while she swallowed with gusto. Afterwards, with a satisfied smile on her face, she used her wand to gather some wood and walked back to the tent with Ron on her footsteps, still in complete awe of her.

And after having lunch, while Harry went to the bathroom, she had pinned him against the kitchen table and, while she snogged him passionately, she had once more slid her hand in his pants and had stroked his cock ardently for a few minutes, breaking the kiss only to tell him to cum all over her hand. Ron groaned, trying hard to not make too much noise, and began to thrust into her hand until, in mere minutes, he was cumming in his pants. Once he had calmed down, she just took the hand out, covered in his spunk, and just licked it all, savouring every drop.

But the biggest surprise had come that very evening. In the afternoon, Harry had convinced Ron to play a few games of chess outside the tent while Hermione read inside. When the night fell, they went inside, only to find that Hermione had prepared a fantastic dinner and even a big, delicious-looking chocolate birthday cake. He stood beside the table in complete shock, while both his friends smiled at him. It was obvious that Harry knew and that he had just been keeping Ron out of the kitchen.

"Hermione …" he muttered, touched.

She smiled lovingly at him and just shrugged. "I bought some things when I went to that store the other day when I saw the date," she explained. "I hope the cake tastes okay, I'm not a great cook."

"It looks fantastic," he said, his voice hoarse. And hell, after months and months of just surviving, even the worst cake ever would taste like heaven. Unable to resist it anymore, he embraced Harry, and then Hermione, kissing her full on the mouth for a bit, trying to convey how much he loved and appreciated her.

"Okay, okay, stop before I lose my appetite," commented Harry jokingly.

Ron and Hermione pulled apart, both flustered, and sat at the table.

The dinner was simply wonderful. The food was fantastic, and they talked and laughed as they ate, the mission and their disagreement about the Horcruxes-Hallows subject forgotten for a day.

After having the cake and wishing Ron a happy birthday, Harry got up rather hurriedly and put on his cloak. Then he took a mug of hot tea and a jar with one of Hermione's bluebell flames and after telling them 'Privacy Charms, please,' he exited the tent.

Ron stared after him in bewilderment, and then looked at Hermione questioningly. She blushed a bit.

"Yes, I asked him to take first watch a bit early and — well, leave us alone. So we could — well, celebrate."

Ron grinned at her. "Again?" he asked smugly.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, if you don't want to, I can take first watch."

"No, no. I — I really want to celebrate with you."

"Can you clean here. Join me in the bed once you're done."

"Okay," Ron nodded. Ron put the dishes in the sink and cleaned them with a few charms. Then he dried them and put them back in the cabinets. After cleaning the table, he walked towards their bed and parted the curtains.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth hanging open at the sight that waited him.

Hermione was on top of the covers, having cast a Warming Charm. She was leaning against the pillows, wearing the hottest set of lingerie he had ever seen.

A small, really tight semi-transparent bra made of red lace which encased her tits in a way that made them look even bigger as they almost spilled over the cups. And the panties … four thin strips of black fabric that that hugged her hips and held a very tiny triangle that barely covered her pussy. It was made of the same semi-transparent fabric as the bra, so he could appreciate her neat curls. They looked rather tight, too, so they delimited perfectly the lips of her cunt. His cock did not stir in his pants. It almost jumped out of them.

"Bloody fucking fuck, Hermione …"

She looked at him in rather shyly — and very arousing — way. "Do you really like it?" she asked.

"Like it?" he repeated. "This is the most amazing sight I've ever seen! When — when did you bought this?"

"I transfigured it."

"For Merlin's sake, you're brilliant. And amazing. And wonderful. And extraordinary. And — and fuck, so fucking sexy!"

Hermione blushed and giggled a bit and then, looking a bit more confident, she sat up and then turned round, getting on her hands and knees and showing him her ass. The four strips that supported her panties — if they could be called that — joined at the top of the crack of her bum, and then just another strip run down between her plump, round, perfect cheeks, ending at the bottom vertex of the triangle covering her pussy. All in all, her ass looked amazing.

"Holy shit, Hermione … I think I can fuck you all night long and not get tired!"

Hermione turned round once more and leaned back, spreading her legs a bit, as if inviting him in. "Well, we can't have all night, but for four straight hours, you can do everything you want to me." Ron's mouth watered, his head spinning with all the things they could get to. "And now, why don't you get naked and come here?"

Ron didn't need to be told twice. Quickly, he took off all his clothes. Hermione looked down at his dick, standing hard and proud, and licked her lips hungrily. "Come here, Ron."

Ron got on the bed and crawled towards her, his hands caressing her skin as he moved. First her calves, then her thighs. He fingered the double waistband of her thong, then he moved his fingers over her belly and, finally, over her tits. Then, Hermione crossed her arms behind his neck and brought his mouth down to hers. They kissed hungrily, while Ron kept kneading her tits softly, revelling on the feel of the lace that covered them. As the kiss grew in intensity, he slid his hands to her sides, moving them up and down. He manoeuvred so she was partially turned towards him and he could touch her back while his upper body was still over hers. Then, taking advantage of the situation, moved his hand to her round ass. He caressed them softly, but soon his passion took over, and he began to squeeze it eagerly. She moaned a bit into his mouth and thrust her tongue it, where he welcomed it with his. Ron gave her another squeeze and then slid his hand around her hip. He caressed her inner thighs, and she opened her legs a bit. He touched the crotch of her panties, feeling the scorching heat of her twat.

"Hermione, I'm so hard I'm about to explode," he muttered against her lips.

"Maybe I should alleviate some of your tension," she suggested coyly.

"No." he denied. "I want to fuck that tight pussy of yours."

She looked up at him for a moment before replying. "Then do it."

At once, Ron pushed the crotch of her thong to the side and buried himself in her delicious, hot tightness in one forceful thrust. Hermione arched her back and moaned, and Ron kissed her again with raw desire, and at the same time started to move inside her.

"Oooh, fuck, you feel so fucking good!" he moaned against her lips.

"So do you, so big and hard …" she responded. She began to kiss him along his jaw while they fucked, her legs crossing just under his bum. When she reached his earlobe, she whispered, her voice sultry and wanton, "Harder, Ron. Fuck me harder."

Ron grunted and began to suck on her exposed neck while he increased the speed of his thrusts. He could barely believe how good she felt, the wet walls of her cunt surrounding him so deliciously, no matter they had done this dozens of times.

As they kept rocking on top of the bed, their moans and groans becoming louder and louder, Hermione grabbed one of Ron's hands and put it on her beasts, making him fondle her. Ron almost roared and squeezed hard, enjoying the amazing feel of her firm tit under her bra. Part of him wanted to rip it off her, but it was just too sexy.

"Unngh, Ron, yes, just like that. Fuck, you feel so — aah — good inside me." She muttered between moans. "You couldn't wait to have me, didn't you? Not even to take off my — Uhhh, yes, yes — thong."

"No," he groaned in response. "And I like how the lace scratches my cock every time I — Unngh — thrust into you. Besides — I want it to get completely drenched in your — juices!"

"They're already drenched," she replied, letting out a loud moan. Ron kissed her again, his tongue doing to her mouth what his cock was doing to her pussy. Hermione began to move her hands up and down his back, playing with his hair every time she reached his head.

After a bit, Ron broke the kiss, in dire need of air, and raised his torso a bit to change his thrusting angle and put more pressure on her clit.

"Hermione, I'm almost — there. Fuck, cum for me. Cum around my fucking cock!" he demanded between gritted teeth.

"Oooh, Ron, yes! I'm about to cum! Just a bit more! Just a bit more!" she pleaded, her face showing how far lost she was in her own pleasure.

Ron grunted and made his thrusts deeper, trying to contain his own need to cum to bring her over the edge. Hermione began to roll her hips against his in a clear sign she was about to come. In response, he pinched her nipple and kneaded her breast more roughly, revelling in its fullness, and soon got his reward, as her hot, wet cunt began to clench rhythmically around his pole.

"Ron … Oooh, gods, Ron, I'm — oooh, fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Ron! Don't stop! Don't stoooop!" she screamed, her entire body convulsing. Ron watched her face, enthralled, and he just couldn't hold it anymore. He gave her a powerful thrust, burying his cock to the hilt, and emptied himself inside her tight, eager cunt.

"Unnnngh, fuck, yeah, cumming! Ohhhh fuuuuuuck!" he yelled, his entire body drowned in the pleasure coming from his spurting cock.

Finally, when he was satisfied and had pumped her full of his jism, he lowered his hear and claimed her mouth in another bruising kiss.

After a bit, they moved away, and Ron stared again at her sexy body, especially her groin, where her panties were still moved to the side while his semen began to leak out of her hole. The sight aroused him once again.

"Fuck, love, you're so fucking beautiful and sexy," he commented, caressing her side from her breast to her hip.

"I must be, eager as you were. After all, I had already made you cum twice today."

"I could cum a million times with you," he declared. She stared in that I-adore-you way she did sometimes, and then kissed him once more.

"Maybe not a million times, but I'd love for you to get off at least twice more," she whispered seductively against his lips.

"Fuck, Hermione …" He suddenly got on his knees and watched her, then, quickly, undid the front clasp of her bra, baring her amazing tits to him. He cupped them possessively, pinching her nipples and making her moan. "I want to eat that sweet pussy of yours," he stated, sliding one hand from her chest to her thong. He fingered her clit a bit, and she opened her legs wide to allow him.

"Do it," she responded, her eyes fixed on his. "Eat my pussy, Ron. Make me come with your tongue while you get ready to fuck me once more."

Ron threw himself upon Hermione and took her left boob in his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple and making her moan in pleasure while he squeezed the other. After a minute, he switched, going back and forth between her two tits until them both were red and wet with his saliva. The treatment to her tits had driven Hermione near the breaking point, so she put her hands on his head and pushed him down her body, stating clearly where she did want his mouth. Ron didn't disappoint her. He left a trail of kisses down her stomach until his face was just above her pussy. He touched it, relishing in the way the fabric (still pushed to one side) was dripping with their juices.

Ron located her clit with his fingers and rubbed it in circles, glancing at her face from time to time to watch the pleasure drawn on her face. He played with her for a bit until, unable to resist it anymore, he dove in, burying his face in her pussy and started to eat it with animalistic hunger, groaning and grunting as he devoured her.

"Fuck, I love this pussy!" he shouted against her folds, licking and sucking and thrusting his tongue into her.

"Gods, Ron!" Hermione screamed entangling her fingers in his hair to keep him between her legs. "Ooh, just like that! Eat my pussy just like that! Ooooh, yessss!"

Ron, excited by her moans and dirty talking, grunted once more and applied even more pressure. He lifter her legs a bit and licked from her asshole to her clit, lapping at everything. After a few passes, he started to rim her puckered backdoor and nuzzled the hole in her cunt with his nose, almost putting it in. Hermione hollered in pleasure.

"Fuck, Roon! Oooh, yes, yes, yesss! More of that! More of that! Please, use your fingers on my clit! Please!"

Ron did as told, pushing his tongue into her ass and his nose in her cunt while she rubbed her clit with two fingers of his right hand. Hermione convulsed, pushing her pussy and ass into his face, looking completely delirious from the pleasure coming from between her legs.

After a bit, Ron changed tactics and began to suck on her clit while lapping at it with his tongue, and used his right hand to shove two fingers in her cunt and another in her ass. Hermione practically jumped on the bed. Ron had to suppress a cry of pain when she pulled hard at his hair as she orgasmed powerfully, crying out loud his name while begging for him to keep sucking her clit and finger-fucking her.

Finally, too sensitive to stand it anymore, she tried to push him away. Ron resisted it at first, intent on keeping feasting on her pussy. Hermione applied more force, and finally Ron relented and got on his knees, watching her chest heave with her breathing. When she opened her eyes to look at him, he licked his lips and chin, which, he knew, were glistening with her delicious juices.

"I see you're ready again," she told him, her gaze on his reawakened dick.

"Yeah. Want it, Hermione?" he asked, grasping it in her hand and stroking it teasingly.

"Bring it to my mouth, Ron," she blurted out, propping herself onto some pillows

"Fuck, yeah!" he exclaimed, excited. Quickly, he climbed onto her chest and rubbed his balls against her tits. Then, he inclined his body so the tip of his cock was pressing against her lips. "Open your mouth, 'Ermione," Ron growled. Hermione did, and Ron slid his cock inside, their eyes fixed on each other's. "Suck it."

Hermione closed her mouth around his girth and sucked, using her tongue to caress the underside. Ron moaned at the pleasant sensation and pushed a bit, wanting her to take more of his cock. Hermione gave him a hard suck and practically slurped on his dick, savouring the taste of both of them combined.

"Oh, yeah, Hermione, suck it all," he moaned, thrusting a bit into her mouth. She began to hum around him, increasing the already glorious pleasure, and had to restrain himself not to fuck her mouth.

He could have continued that way, and end up cumming down her throat, and he knew she would have loved it, but he wanted to finish in another way. So, after a bit, he retreated from her mouth. Hermione moaned in protest, her head following his prick, thrusting her tongue out to lap at it. Ron felt his balls tingle at the erotic sight, and was tempted to give it to her once more.

"You love sucking my cock, don't you, Hermione?" he taunted her.

"Yes, Ron. Please, give it to me again. I want to suck on it more. Wouldn't you like to cum in my mouth, Ron, to feel me swallowing your semen all around you?" she asked, her eyes fixed on his, a sultry expression on her pretty face.

"Well, if you're a good girl, you may have it again later. But now, why don't you turn around? I want to slam my groin against your plump, wonderful ass while I ravage that tight pussy."

He moved away from her, giving her space, and she quickly turned round, showing him her back and amazing ass. "Like this, Ron? You want my bum like this?" she asked, turning her head to look at him with an expression of fake innocence that multiplied how turned on he was.

"Yeah, like that. You're such a good girl, Hermione." He lowered himself over her back, encasing his cock between her thighs. He put his arms around her, cupping her tits, and bit her earlobe. "Why don't you guide my cock into your snug hole?" he whispered huskily to her.

"Mmmh, and if I do, you'll give more of that yummy cream to drink later?" she muttered back.

Ron's cock twitched, hard as an iron rod. "Merlin, yeah. I'll give you so much, Hermione. So much …"

Hermione slid her right hand between her legs and grasped his shaft. He gave him a couple of loving strokes, and then positioned the tip between her folds. "Now, Ron. Put it in. My pussy feels so empty. Fill me up."

"Fuuck," he groaned, and pushed hard, burying himself to the hilt inside her, his hips pressed deliciously against her bum. "Oh, Merlin's pants, I love fucking you like this. You feel so bloody good around my cock."

"And you inside me, Ron. Mmmh, move. Fuck me hard."

Ron grunted and, squeezing her tits roughly, began to move inside her, relishing the hotness and tightness that surrounded his dick on all sides. She felt so bloody good that soon he was slamming hard into her, groaning into her hair while she writhed under him, moaning softly and encouraging him to give it to her harder. Ron loved feeling her under him, dominated by his body while she squirmed in pleasure. Ron started making deeper thrusts, relishing in the way his hips hit her buttocks. She let out a loud moan and lifted her right hand, caressing his right cheek. Then she turned her face again and pulled him towards her. They kissed sloppily, their tongues dancing erotically while his cock and her pussy sent waves and waves of pleasure throughout their young, horny bodies.

"Ooh, Ron, yess, keep fucking me, love," she whispered into his mouth, her voice strained. "Pound into my pussy. Give it to me hard."

"Unngh, Hermione," he groaned, obliging her. She felt simply amazing, yet, as he continued fucking her, despite how tight and wonderful she felt, he felt a craving for her to be tighter.

He knew what he wanted.

He gave her a few hard thrusts, and then, suddenly, took his cock out. She moaned in protest, turning her head to look at him, and he smirked at her.

"Are you really going to be a good girl for my cock, Hermione?" he asked, positioning the head of his cock between her ass cheeks.

Hermione let out a sharp moan that made his balls tingle, and then moved her right hand to her ass. She pulled on her cheek, offering her tightest hole to him.

Ron grinned, feeling ecstatic. He hadn't had her ass since that day at Grimmauld Place, and now, finally, he was going to take it once more. He pushed hard, moaning when her sphincter gave up and his cock penetrated her, enveloping him in its amazing tightness.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! I missed fucking your ass, Hermione …"

Hermione moaned again, pushing backwards, and put her hand back on his cheek, caressing him for a bit before sliding it to the back of his neck and bringing his face down to her upturned one. They kissed wildly, both very turned on by Ron's penetrating cock in her asshole.

"Fuck, I'm never waiting so long to bugger you, love," he moaned before kissing her hard once more. "You like this, don't you?" he asked, giving her a hard thrust, causing his groin to slap rather soundly against her round cheeks.

"Yes, Ron, yes. My ass is yours. Fuck it hard. Fuck it until you cum," she whispered, biting his lower lip. "Come on, Ron. Move your amazing cock in my bum."

Ron snogged her savagely, grunting, while his hips moved at top speed, fucking her ass as hard as he could. Due to the sensation of her very snug hole around his dick and his hips hitting her round cheeks, Ron was soon driven to the point of no return. His cock swelled inside her, making it even tighter, and Hermione clenched her buttocks in response.

"Unnngh, Hermione, I'm about to — fuuuck — I'm about to cum!"

"Cum in me!" Hermione panted, moving her own ass faster to counter his frantic fucking. "Cum in my ass Ron! Gods, you feel so good! Cum! Empty your balls in my ass!"

Ron felt his head spin and let go, a pleasure like no other overpowering his brain while his cock spurted in her ass, each stream making him delirious with bliss. He roared as he orgasmed, pushing his cock as deep as he could in her amazing asshole. Hermione squealed in pleasure, too, putting her right hand over his one and making him squeeze her tit harder.

"Ohh, fuck, Hermione, Hermione! Ohh, yes, yes, yesssss!" he cried as he finished cumming, feeling absolutely, completely drained. He fell onto her back, breathing quickly and enjoying the pleasant tingling his climax has left on his body.

"You came so hard," commented Hermione after a bit. He could hear the smile on her words.

"Mmmh," he muttered, his voice muffled by her wonderful hair.

They just lay like that, with Ron partially over her, his cock still buried in her ass, until he regained some strength. Then, he lifted his head and kissed her cheek lovingly.

She let out a giggle. "Was I a good girl for your cock, Ron?" she asked in a teasing manner

"Fuck, yeah. The best ever!"

"So I'll get my reward, then?"

Ron groaned, and despite everything, his cock twitched a bit in her ass. Feeling it, she giggled again and clenched her muscles once more. "So you want to suck my cock again, Hermione?"

"Yes."

"And what if I want to fuck your ass once more? I missed it so much, and it feels heavenly. Do you think you can take it up the ass once more?"

Hermione turned her head and captured his mouth with hers, kissing him passionately. "Yes, if you're up for it. As I said, my ass is yours, Ron."

"Fuck," he swore, feeling his cock start to harden once more. He squeezed her tits, and then slid his hand down her stomach until he cupped her very wet pussy. "Doesn't your pussy feel a bit empty?"

Hermione nuzzled her nose against his and gave him a soft, yet promising, kiss. "It does, but maybe you can fill me with your wonderful fingers while your cock fucks my little, tight asshole?"

Ron tilted her head to the side and bit her neck playfully. "Get my cock hard again with you asshole, Hermione," he demanded, his fingers teasing her entrance. Hermione moaned and opened her legs a bit more, giving him more space, and then clenched her muscles rhythmically. Ron moaned against her ear, letting her know how much he liked it.

"Oh, yes, Hermione, like that. Feel my cock hardening inside your little, tight, hot butthole?"

"Mmmh, yes, Ron," she muttered dreamily. "Your cock is simply amazing. It doesn't matter how many times you cum, you can always get hard for me. Oooh, rub my clit like that, yes!"

"Fuck, it feels amazing," he said, starting to move once more inside her bum. "I'm going to give your ass another fresh batch of my spunk. You want it, don't you? To feel me cumming in your ass while you cum all over my fingers?"

"Yes, yes, Ron! Keep going, keep rubbing my clit!"

Ron began to thrust harder, slamming into her ass in that way he so loved. He looked down, between their bodies, and saw that her cheeks were a bit red due to all the action. The sight got him even more aroused and increased his pace, wanting to fuck her as hard as possible. She moaned louder, and he slid his fingers to her entrance, teasing her. Not for long, though, and soon he was penetrating her with his middle finger, while he pressed his palm hard against her clit.

"Oh, Ron, yes! Yes, fuck me with your cock and fingers! Aaah, I want to be so — Uuunh — full of you!"

Ron kept moving his hand while he went balls deep in her ass. Overcome with pleasure, he sucked and bit a her neck. He was sure he was going to leave a mark, but Hermione didn't seem to mind, as she just moaned even more, pushing back against him and tightening both her pussy and her butt.

"Hermione, you feel so good … so fucking good! I don't ever want to stop fucking your tight ass … Uuungh, fucking shit …"

"Don't stop," she whispered, her face a mask of bliss. "Don't ever stop, Ron. Oooh, God, fuck me forever! Forever!"

"Are you — close?" he asked after a minute. Despite having cum twice in a little amount of time, he could feel himself getting close again. Her asshole felt just too good, and he wondered how many times he could cum there if Hermione allowed him.

"Ooh, yes! Just a bit more, Ron!"

Ron watched her squirm under him and tried to make his strokes deeper and more powerful. She squealed and moved her own hand to squeeze her right breast.

"Yeah, Hermione. Touch those tits for me. Squeeze them hard while I fuck you."

"Unnngh, Roooon, ooooohh uunnnnnggh!" she cried, and, to Ron's delight, she buried her face in the pillow and bit it, her body getting out of control. Ron's cock twitched and he added his index finger next to his middle one, inserting both of them in her pussy. She grunted into the pillow and moved her hips harder, seeking more friction from his hand, until, suddenly, her entire body seized and she just screamed.

"RON, RON, ROOON! OH, GODS, OH GODS, I'M — OOOOOH!"

Ron felt his hand getting even wetter as she came and came, her muscles trapping his cock in a vice grip that sent shivers of unmatched pleasure down his spine. He thrust harder against the tightness, relishing it. When she just sagged onto the bed, completely spent, Ron got to his knees and pulled at her hips, raising her ass. She moaned something, though Ron didn't know what and, at that moment, he didn't care, turned on as he was. Grabbing her ass tightly, he thrust back into her gaping asshole, fucking her as hard as possible. His cock felt in paradise, and, at such pace, it didn't take long for him to feel the signs of his impending release.

"Shit, Hermione, gonna cum in your ass again! Fuuck, oooh, fuuuuuck!"

"Come, Ron. Come in my ass," she muttered in a very weak voice, her body twitching a bit under his savage assault.

"Uuuungh, uuuunngh, Hermioneeeeeee!" he shouted as his cock erupted once more inside her abused asshole. As it was his second discharge in less than twenty minutes, it was less copious, yet he managed to fire three good spurts before falling on his side, panting heavily. With his last ounce of energy, he embraced Hermione and brought her back against his chest. "It was amazing. Amazing," he muttered into her hair.

"Mmmmh," she moaned contentedly. "I love you, Ron. And your cock. I love your hard, big, magical, amazing cock …" she added, moving her hand behind her to fondle him.

"Fuck, love, you keep talking like that I'll be fucking that sweet ass of yours again."

"Well, you still owe me something," she commented, cupping his drained balls. "I've been good, haven't I?"

Ron laughed. "Yeah, you've been. I think you deserve another load of cum into that wicked mouth of yours."

"Good. I'm craving it, Ron."

They rested for a whole ten minutes, and then Hermione turned to face Ron. She kissed him. It was languid and slow, but immensely satisfying. She moved her hand back to his crotch and fondled his cock again, encouraging it to get hard once more.

"Mmmh, Hermione …" he moaned into her mouth.

"Get hard, Ron," she whispered between kiss. "I want to suck your cock. I want you to cum in my mouth …"

It was impossible for him no to react to such words, especially given the sultry tone she was using. His cock began to stir in her hand, and she moaned again, kissing him with more passion.

"I think you're ready," she said after a bit, breaking the kiss. Then, she began to kiss down his neck, chest and stomach, her eyes trained on his all the time.

"Hermione …" he protested at the slow way in which she was moving.

"What, Ron?" she asked, licking around his bellybutton, her tits teasing his cock.

"I thought you were desperate to suck my prick."

"Mmmh, but I like kissing your freckles …"

"I want you to suck my dick. Now."

Hermione giggled and moved down his hip and to his thigh. He groaned. She moved her mouth to his other thigh and kissed him upwards. Ron squirmed under he actions, and she kissed both his inner thighs, moving up very slowly. Ron thought he couldn't stand a second more of this torture when he felt her lick his bollocks.

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

Hermione pressed his cock against his belly and took his balls into her mouth, lavishing them thoroughly. Then, she released then and grabbed his shaft, pointing it up, placing her mouth over it. She took out her tongue and gave him a tentative lick.

"Mmmh, maybe I should clean your cock a bit, don't you think? It's been in my ass, after all …"

Ron groaned when she moved away, searching for her wand. She cast a quick Cleaning Charm on him, and then, throwing the wand to the side, took him into her mouth to the root.

"Aahh, fuck, yeah!"

Hermione hummed around him and began to suck in earnest, tightening her lips around him and bobbing her head as fast as she could, her amazing hair falling around her face. She kept it at bay, though, so he could watch her blow him.

Ron relaxed and let her work, enjoying the treatment immensely. After having cum thrice, he knew it would take a bit, and apparently so knew she, 'cause after a couple of minutes of intense sucking, she released him and used her hand to pump him fast and hard, her other hand kneading his bollocks.

"Come on, Ron. Don't make me wait. Cum for me."

"Hermioo-neeeee!" he squealed, his hands grasping at the sheets while his hips moved to counter the movement of her hands. "Ooooh, fuck! Put it in your mouth! Put it back in your mouth and suck it!"

Hermione moaned wantonly and did exactly that, going as hard and fast as before. Ron thrust upwards, burying his cock in her throat every time she descended. She seemed to like it, as she then sucked very hard when moving upwards.

She continued with the blowjob/handjob combo for another six or seven minutes, until Ron felt his balls contract, ready to shoot another load.

"Fuck, Hermione, almost there! Oooh, fuck, suck it! Suck it, I'm about to cum!"

Hermione, who had been pumping him with her hand, quickly swallowed his entire cock and began sucking as hard as she could, making naughty slurping sounds. His cock twitched, getting even bigger in her mouth. Then, Hermione moved so only the tip was in her mouth and began to lap quickly at the tip while she sucked very hard and pumped the rest of his shaft with her hand.

"Oooh, fuuuuuuuck, cuuummiiiing!" Ron fired a couple of shots of jism into her mouth, feeling her swallow, and then put his hands on her head, pushing it down as he thrust upwards, getting all his cock in her warm, fantastic mouth. She moaned and swallowed, and he gave her another two, small spurts before releasing his hold on her and letting his arms fall onto the bed, feeling absolutely drained.

"Merlin, Hermione …" he moaned as she kept sucking and licking his dick, releasing it only when he was completely clean. She lifted her head and licked her lips, a satisfied smile drawn on her face.

"Tasty, though, after three times, it's not as thick as the load you gave me in the morning," she commented. "Shame," she added.

"Fuck, Hermione," he exclaimed, completely in awe by her.

Ron, despite feeling as if all his bones had turned into jelly, sat up and grabbing her by her shoulders, pulled her on top of him and kissed her hungrily. She responded with matching passion.

After a couple of minutes of intense snogging, they broke the kiss and she rested her head on his chest, under his chin. He embraced her lovingly, his hands caressing the soft skin of her back.

He didn't realise when he fell asleep, but was awakened by a very pleasant sensation on his cock. Opening his eyes in confusion, he looked down just to see his amazing girlfriend sucking his cock once more, which, almost incredibly, was hardening once more

"'Ermionee?" he muttered, still not completely awake.

"Hi, love," she said with a grin, releasing his cock from her mouth and pumping it softly with his hand.

"What are you — what time is it?"

"We've got still one hour left. I must have worn you out, you've been sleeping for the last two hours," she commented with a laugh. "By the way, I fell asleep, too, and woke up a couple of minutes ago. And — well, I thought you'd like to celebrate one last time before your birthday is over."

"Fuck, you're wonderful," he said. "But," he added, smirking, "you sure you're doing this just for me?"

"Well," she responded, crawling up his body until her pussy was just above his cock. "I must confess I was in the mood for a wild ride. Unless," she added after a brief pause, "you don't want it?"

"Well, except if I become an inferius, you can be pretty sure I'll want it," he stated, cupping her tits and squeezing them.

"Good," she said and, with a throaty moan, impaled herself on his cock.

"Mmmh, yes, Hermione. Fuck, you're still so tight."

"What about hot and wet, Ron?" she asked, rotating her hips a bit and savouring the way his cock was stretching her. "Is my pussy hot and wet for you?"

"Fuck, yeah. So hot and so wet. Best fucking pussy in the world, Hermione. Now, while don't you ride it to your heart's content?"

"I think I shall," she said, and began to move atop him, softly at first, and then faster and faster. Ron moaned, enthralled by the view above him: the flesh of her breasts spilling from his clutch, her hair cascading around her flushed face, her stomach contracting with every moment, and her pussy … her pussy, going up and down his cock. After a bit, Ron moved his hands from her tits to her ass and squeezed it while she rode him hard, her cheeks slapping noisily against his thighs.

It was heaven, plain and simple.

"Roooon," she moaned, her nails racking his chest as she jumped faster and faster. Ron had problems deciding whether he preferred looking at her pleasure-filled face of her bouncing tits. After a bit, he couldn't resist it anymore and clutched her ass roughly while raising his head to suck on one of her nipples. "Ooooh, yes, yes, yes!" she moaned in delight, lowering her torso to make it easier for him. "Suck on my tits, Ron! Aaah, your cock feels so good!"

"So does —" suck, "— your pussy, love!"

After five minutes, Hermione sat up straight and put her hands behind her on his thighs, moving almost wildly. Ron looked down at her beautiful pussy, and moved his hand there, using his thumb to stroke her clit. As if struck by a lightning bolt, Hermione's body shook and she threw her head backwards as she wailed in pleasure, her cunt contracting around his aching cock.

She came powerfully, and, when she was done and had fallen onto his chest, Ron grabbed her ass and began to thrust upwards hard, prolonging her pleasure and getting his own climax started. He spurted inside her once more as her pussy fluttered around him, and then both sagged on the bed, spent and sated.

"Fucking hell …" he muttered after a bit.

"Nice summary," Hermione said, and they chuckled.

Ron cupped her face and made her look at him. They stared into each other's eyes for a bit until he spoke. "Thank you."

"Why?" she asked, blinking in surprise.

"For an amazing birthday. Despite being here, hunted and isolated and lost, it's been the best of my life. And that's only thanks to you. You're simply awesome."

Hermione kissed him softly on the lips. "It was a pleasure, Ron."

"I'm sorry yours wasn't as good."

"We made love that day," she replied.

"Yeah, but — well, you know," he finished, embarrassed.

"We were wearing the locket, Ron. It was no one's fault. But you can always make up to me next September."

He looked at her and smiled. "Something to look forwards to?"

"Something to live for."

— o —

Hermione hadn't mentioned the search for the horcruxes during Ron's birthday, and, grateful for the time and help Harry had given her in making it a good day, she refrained for a couple more days. However, as Ron — and probably Harry — knew, that couldn't go on for much longer.

So, a few days after Ron's birthday, while she and Ron discussed more possibilities, she asked Harry for his opinion. Harry just shrugged, telling them that none of the places Ron was suggesting meant anything to him.

"If you want a place that really means something to him," Harry said, "try Hogwarts."

"We've already talked about that, Harry!" protested Hermione. "It is practically impossible to enter Hogwarts right now!"

"And it is a school," interjected Ron.

"Yes, the place that meant he was special!" Harry argued, using the same argument he had done before. "And yeah, Hogwarts is one of the safest places on Earth, Hagrid used to say that — another good reason to hide a horcrux there."

"But Dumbledore was there, Harry," Hermione said in a softer tone.

"And so what? He found the Chamber of Secrets, something no one else before him had managed to do! How do you know he didn't hide one horcrux there? Not just would it be in a place only him could get into, but, even if someone else did, don't forget there was a basilisk there!"

Ron and Hermione shared a look.

"Well …" Ron mumbled, not knowing what to say. Harry had a point, after all.

"But — had he made horcruxes before leaving the school?" asked Hermione.

Harry shrugged. "Dumbledore was pretty sure Myrtle was his first murder… maybe the one he used to turn the diary into a horcrux. He got the ring the summer after that, but those horcruxes have been destroyed. He didn't get the cup until he has left Hogwarts, but —" he stopped, his yes wide open as in a sudden revelation.

"What!?" pressed Hermione, getting up.

"He went back to Hogwarts, to ask Dumbledore for a job."

"We know," said Ron, not understanding the point.

"Don't you get it?" Harry asked them, now clearly excited. "Officially he went there to ask for a job, but he knew Dumbledore wouldn't give one! Dumbledore believed that he was trying to find another relic to turn into a horcrux, but what if he wasn't? What if he just wanted to hide one there?"

"You reckon?" asked Ron, staring at him in awe.

"Yes, I'm sure! He sought ancient or powerful objects as horcruxes. He used meaningful locations as hiding places! The diary was put in care of one of his most trusted servants, the ring was in the dwelling of his ancestors, the locket in a cave when he really realised how his power could be use to terrorise and dominate people. It makes sense that he had hidden another horcrux in Hogwarts, where he learned the magic that made him so powerful, and where he found about the ancestry that made him truly special!"

"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron commented, impressed by the way his friend seemed to understand You-Know-Who.

"It's there, I'm sure! Now, if we could open the Snitch and get the Elder Wand, we'd be really close to defeating him!"

Hermione couldn't help it and scoffed. "Harry, stop with that nonsense about the Deathly Hallows!"

"Why, Hermione? Don't you see it? They're REAL! Right now, he's out there, abroad, looking for the wand! I see him searching, getting closer and closer. Voldemort —"

Harry couldn't say anything else, because there was a sudden, loud crack, and someone yelled from outside the tent.

"Get out right now, with your hands bare! We're pointing at you with our wands and we don't care who we curse!"

They shared a frightening look. After months and months, the Death Eaters had found them.

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As you can see, Hermione took her naughtiness and dirty talk up a notch. She really did want Ron to have an amazing birthday!

Sorry for the cliffhanger of sorts, by the way, though you already know what happens. In any case, next chapter will be up in around two weeks, as I intend to update The Case next. See you!