This is another massive, massive chapter, but I won't torture you by splitting it.
It was shorter, but with each revision it grew and grew. But well, you know how my stories are, you'll have to bear with me.
Now, this is one of my favourite chapters, as it contains some very emotional scenes, and I hope you enjoy it as well!
Chapter 25
Reunion
When Ron woke up the next morning, he felt completely disoriented at first, as the bed in which he was lying was much more comfortable and way bigger than his own at the Burrow. He blinked a few times, trying to make something of what little he could see due to the darkness in which he was submerged. Then everything came back to him and he relaxed, but only for a moment. He reached with his hand, searching for Hermione's familiar body. But when he only found an empty bed, a sudden panic crept up his spine.
"Hermione?" he asked in a low voice. When no one replied, he threw the covers off him and sat up. "Hermione?" he repeated, now yelling despite how dry his throat was.
"Ron?" he heard her respond from the other room.
Closing his eyes in relief, he got off the bed, his heart still beating madly.
"Why is it so dark?" he asked himself, and then he remembered. "Lights on!"
At once, the lamps in the room lit up. Ron realised that, at some point, Hermione must have closed the curtains. He moved towards the door, rubbing his eyes. When he walked into the sitting area, he saw Hermione, already dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, comfortably sitting on the couch with the hotel book in her hands, looking at him.
"Shit, you gave me such a scare."
She frowned. "Why? Are you okay, Ron?"
"Yeah, I just —" He stopped himself before continuing, feeling a bit like an idiot.
"You just — what?" Hermione pressed, putting the book down and getting off the couch to approach him.
"Nothing, it's silly," he said, his ears turning pink.
"Ron," she said tenderly, cocking her head a bit.
"I couldn't find you and panicked, okay?" he said, looking away from her.
Hermione smiled and grasped his hands in hers.
"It's not silly," she said softly. "I just woke up, but you were still sound asleep, so I got out of the bed and closed the curtains so the light wouldn't disturb you."
"You should have woken me up as well," he said, looking out of the window for the first time. Outside, the day was sunny under a sky without a single cloud.
"It's still early," she said. "And, as it is Saturday, they might be still sleeping."
"Your parents are like you, early risers," he said.
"I know, but it's early even for them," she replied, pointing to a clock on the wall. It indicated ten past seven in the morning.
"What about breakfast, then?" he suggested. "I'm famished. Someone wore me out last night," he added with a goofy grin.
She smiled, though her lip trembled in a nervous way.
"I'm not very hungry, but yes, we should go down."
"What about we perform the Locator Charm first, then go to breakfast and, once we've eaten, we go to their house?" She smiled at him, nodding, and he asked, "So — how does this work?"
Ron saw her expression change to the one Ron knew it meant she had just entered lecture mode, which made him smile; explaining the workings of the spell would help with her nervousness. She went to the desk and took a folded parchment, came back and unfolded it over the coffee table. It looked like a really large map of Sydney and its outskirts.
"We're here," she said, pointing to a little circle in the middle of the harbour. The moment she touched it, the letters 'Sydney Harbour Wizarding Resort' that were written next to the island flashed and grew before shrinking again. Ron nodded, observing the map. In certain places, the map would shift, alternating between showing Muggle and magical places that shared the same location, or expanding to show magical areas Muggles couldn't see. "As you can imagine, normal locator charms won't work because of the protection spell upon them. But, as they're my parents and we cast the magic, there's a way for me to make it work, though it involves a little sacrifice."
At these words, Ron frowned. "Sacrifice? What do you mean?"
"Nothing big," she said nonchalantly. She touched the palm of her left hand with the tip of her wand and them moved it fast, opening a little slit on her skin. She gasped in pain.
"Hermione!"
"It's okay," she said reassuringly. She let one drop fall onto the map and then waved the wand in a large circle over the parchment. "Inveniet William and Jane Granger!"
For a moment, nothing happened, and Ron opened his mouth to say something, but just let it hang open when the tiny drop began to move over the map, not leaving any trail, until it settled on a point in the north side of the city. Hermione touched the drop with the wand, vanishing it, and a moment later, as it had happened when she had touched the hotel, the address appeared glowing next to it.
Number ten, Archbold Road.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a look, both of them smiling.
"We've found them, Love," he said, and she nodded fervently, her eyes moistening a bit. Ron took her wounded hand in his and used his wand to heal her before lifting it to his mouth and putting a kiss on the palm. "Let's go have breakfast and then we'll give them the best surprise of the year, okay?"
"Yes."
Ron had a full breakfast, as he was rather hungry, but Hermione barely ate a piece of buttered toast and some milk. Ron pressed her at first, but soon gave up, knowing she was too nervous and wouldn't be able to take anything more in right now and that she would eat later, once she had reunited with her parents. Meanwhile, as Ron finished, she opened the map again and studied it.
"This seems a residential area," she commented. "I wonder if there is a place nearby where we can Apparate into safely …" She had barely uttered the words when her eyes opened wide and her face broke into a smile.
"Whab?" he asked, trying to swallow the bacon in his mouth.
"The moment I asked, the map showed me points for safe Apparition!" she told him happily.
"How useful," he said, shoving the last bite of sausage into his mouth and washing it down with the rest of his pumpkin juice. "Done," he said ten minutes later, caressing his belly in a satisfied manner. "Shall we, then?"
"Yes, please."
They left the table and got out into the garden. The day was really beautiful, though it was a bit chilly. Hermione grabbed Ron's hand, and then Apparated both of them between a hedge and a building made of brick. Ron looked around.
"Where are we?"
"Roseville Public School, but as it's Saturday, it's empty. Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him after her.
They walked around the hedge and onto a street surrounded by houses. Hermione checked the map again and turned to the right, with Ron following on her steps. Soon they reached a crossroad and she turned to the left.
"This is Archbold Road," she explained as they walked. "And the house is that one," she added pointing to a house twenty yards or so away on the other side of the street. They stopped, waiting for a car to pass so they could cross, and Ron took in their surroundings. They were far from the city centre, and here all houses were family ones and most, if not all of them, had gardens. He felt Hermione pull on his hand and they ran to the other side, walking down the sidewalk until they were in front of the number ten.
"This is it," she said with a hint or nervousness. Like most of the houses in the area, this one was made of red brick. It had a wall that separated it from the street, and two white gates on the entrance, one large — which Ron guessed was for cards — and another small, the two making an angle. Hermione, glancing around, used her wand to open the small one and then went in. She had just closed it again when the main door of the house opened and a woman stepped out, dressed in jeans and a cardigan and with a steaming mug in her hands. Ron felt instant panic, as this was not Hermione's mother, and was going to tell her to get out of there when the memory of the Grangers putting on the rings with the Glamour Charms hit him, and he relaxed. He looked at Hermione, waiting for her to do something, and noticed that she was not moving. She seemed frozen on the spot, observing her mother with wide eyes. Jane Granger, meanwhile, seemed to be in her own world, staring on the other direction, clearly unaware of the fact that there were two people in her garden. Ron waited for a bit, but, when Hermione just kept staring, he nudged her with his shoulder, and that seemed to take her out of her reverie. She turned her face to look at him, and he smiled at her.
"Come on," he muttered to her.
Hermione swallowed audibly and then said, in a rather hoarse voice, "Mum?"
Startled, Monica Wilkins whipped around on the spot, her eyes big as saucers, and took in the forms of the two people in front of her.
"Her-Hermione?" She asked disbelievingly. Hermione nodded frantically, her eyes already wet with unshed tears. Her mother let the mug drop onto the ground and it shattered, staining the slippers she was wearing with coffee, but she didn't seem to notice, her unblinking eyes fixed on her daughter. "HERMIONE!"
She ran towards them, and Hermione moved as well, and the moment they touched the two fused their bodies in a very tight embrace as they sobbed.
"Oh gods, oh gods, Hermione! Oh, my a-amazing, beautiful, loving d-d-daughter! Hermione!"
Ron felt his own eyes moisten at the long-awaited reunion between mother and daughter. Jane continued sobbing as she moved a bit apart and began to touch her daughter, caressing her hair and face as if he needed to make sure she was not an illusion. Then she pressed her against her chest, her own face against the top of Hermione's head and shouted, "WENDELL! WENDELL, COME OUT!"
Five seconds later, the door opened again and Hermione's father, or the man he had turned into, came out, wearing a dressing gown and looking panicked. "WHAT!? HAVE THEY FOUND —?" he stopped midsentence when he realised his wife was embracing someone. Then his eyes moved past the two woman and found Ron, who smiled at him.
"Hi, Mr Granger."
"Ron …?" he asked, completely taken aback. Then his eyes moved to his wife and the person she was embracing and Ron could see the realisation hit him. "HERMIONE!" he bellowed and, just like his wife, he ran towards the two most important women in his life and embraced them as hard as he could, sobbing as well.
Ron just stood staring, a wide smile on his face. He had promised himself Hermione would be reunited with her parents, and maybe it hadn't been exactly his doing, but here they were, and he felt incredibly good for it.
"Oh, Hermione! H-Hermione! You're all right!" You a-are, right? I mean, let me l-look …" Hermione's father stuttered as he parted from them, dissolving the family hug and taking a look at his daughter.
"Yes, Dad, I'm fine — We're both fine. It's all over."
At last, Hermione's mother looked at Ron and smiled. "Ron," she said, and opened her arms. Ron, his ears turning a bit pink, moved forwards and hugged her. "Oh, thank God, thank God you're all right. This has been the longest year of our lives! It really is over?" she asked as she pulled away, clearly needing reassurance.
He smiled at her with a bright, assuring smile. "It is."
She let out a laugh mixed with a sob and hugged him again before letting him go, only to be pulled into another embrace by Hermione's dad.
"Thank you," he muttered. "Thank you for keeping my daughter safe, Son."
"I'd say it was the other way around," said Ron. "She kept me — well, us — safe, Mr Granger."
He half-sobbed, half-chuckled and then moved away. "Come on, come on, get in, there's so much we want to ask!" he said, unable to take the smile from his face.
Ron and Hermione were ushered into the house, which was rather big and cosy, though quite impersonal. There were shelves with books but very few decorations or photos or other personal touches, as if the Grangers had not wanted to make it very homely.
"Do you want tea? Coffee? Anything else? Have you had breakfast?" fired Mrs Granger, staring at them practically without blinking, as if she feared they would be gone if she closed her eyes even for a moment. "We were about to eat and —"
"Mum, we've had breakfast just now," Hermione assured with a smile. "We're fine."
"Gods, I cannot believe you're really here. We kept telling ourselves that it was too soon, that it was impossible you could have finished your — your mission already, but each day that passed without news was like a torture," she explained, her voice strained. "We arranged to get the newspapers from home, but reading them was simply horrible. Inexplicable deaths, destruction, strange things all the time …" She broke down and ran towards Hermione, taking her back into her arms. "Oh, my Hermione! My wonderful daughter!"
"M-Mum …" Hermione replied, her own voice shaking.
"I'm s-sorry," her mother hiccupped, releasing her. "I'm just so emotional. My head keeps telling me this is a dream and that when I wake up you won't be h-here …"
"It's not a dream," Ron said. "We're really here, I assure you."
"Sit down, please," Mr Granger said, pointing to the couch in the sitting room. "You have to tell us everything. Ron, how's your family? And Harry? He hasn't come with you, has he? Is he all right? Are —?"
"In a moment," said Hermione, interrupting him. "But, before we explain — can you take the rings off?" she asked with a nervous smile.
Her parents shared a look and then realisation hit them. "Oh, dear!" her mother said. "We had almost forgotten!" She took the enchanted wedding band off, and she regained her usual appearance instantly. When her father did the same, Hermione couldn't help it and hugged them once more, sobbing.
Only, Ron noticed, it was not their usual appearances, not completely. Without the glamours, they both looked thinner and rather pale. A year of constant worry had taken its toll on them.
"Now, tell us — when did you two arrive?" her father asked, sitting down in an armchair while Hermione joined Ron on the couch.
"Yesterday evening," answered Hermione. "We took a portkey that teleported us to the Australian Ministry premises in Canberra. Then they settled us in a wizarding hotel in the middle of the harbour."
"An hotel in the middle of the harbour?" repeated her father, confused. "But — there's none."
"Muggles can't see it, Si — William," said Ron, remembering how many times the Grangers had asked him to call them by their first names.
He smiled widely. "Gods, I had almost forgotten that's my name! In fact, I think you were the last one to call me that, Ron."
"We decided to always use the fake names, even when we were alone, so we would get accustomed to them," explained Jane, seeing their inquiring expressions. "We didn't want to make a slip and reveal our true identities."
"Well thought," said Hermione approvingly.
"So — an hotel in the harbour?" asked Mr Granger. "Wow."
"It's rather nice," said Hermione, "with a fantastic view of the Opera House. Have you visited it?"
"The Opera House, you mean?" William asked, and Hermione nodded.
"We have," confirmed her mother. "We tried to keep us busy, to avoid thinking too much about you, though with little success," she added with a sad smile. "But, apart from the fact that we missed you and home a lot, we settled in here very easily. Everything was as you said, those documents facilitated us all the paperwork. We found this house in just six days and rented it, and barely three weeks after arriving we started working in a good dental practice downtown."
"But this never felt like home, and we didn't want to make it into one," added her father. "We also haven't been very friendly, as we wanted to avoid questions. Our colleagues probably think we're odd and quite antisocial."
Hermione nodded. "So you haven't made friends at all?" she asked, obviously feeling bad about it.
"Not really," answered her father. "For starters, we knew — or hoped — that we wouldn't stay here for long, and well, we never could take what was happening at home from our minds, so I suppose we wouldn't be good company to anyone."
Hermione nodded again.
"But enough about us, now tell us about you. How are things at home? What happened to you during this time?" Mr Granger asked eagerly.
Ron and Hermione told the story of the last ten months, focusing more on Voldemort and the Death Eaters' actions than what had happened to them. And though they explained how hard being on the run had been, Hermione omitted the incident at Malfoy Manor completely.
"So — it's really over," said Jane half an hour later, when they finished telling their tale. She had been fidgeting with her hands all the time, as if what they were telling wasn't in the past but something happening in real time.
"It is," confirmed Hermione with a smile. "There still are a few Death Eaters that hadn't been caught, but the Ministry is after them. That's why we couldn't come sooner, as international travel wasn't considered safe, and the Ministry was in complete disarray after Pius Thicknesse's regime. It took Ron's dad three days to get our portkey scheduled."
"That's wonderful news, dears," said Jane, though there were tears running down her face. She wiped them off angrily. "Gods, I'm so happy and yet can't stop crying," she added, trying to smile. Her husband took her hand in his and kissed its back lovingly.
"It's normal, Mum. It's been a really hard year for us all, but now it's over and can go back to our lives. And speaking about that — we also went to check on our house."
"You did? And?" asked Jane eagerly.
"They went there, but, except for a few broken things, everything was all right. We — we repaired and cleaned everything, so it's habitable and ready."
"Good," nodded her father, and Ron looked away, trying not to think about how that visit had ended.
"So you can go back whenever you're ready," continued Hermione. "Because — because you want to come back, don't you?" she added, a bit hesitantly and even with a touch of fear.
"Of course we do," assured her father with a smile. "Sydney is a wonderful city, and the weather is amazing, but, as your mother said, we never made it our home. We were war refugees, in a way, so we never felt completely integrated. Now that we can go back, we'll get our matters in order here and prepare our return."
"That's fantastic, because Mum was looking for another excuse for a big party at the Burrow," interjected Ron. "You coming back home is the perfect one."
"We really want to see your parents, Ron. We won't ever be able to repay them for taking care of Hermione while we were here."
"My parents love Hermione as a daughter, and us Weasleys are rather protective of family, so there's nothing to thank us for," he said sincerely, and Hermione smiled at him, grasping his hand in hers.
William smiled fondly at him. "You found a good man, Hermione. Don't let him escape."
Time ago, Hermione would surely have chastised her father, but this time she just looked at Ron with infinite love. "I won't," she declared.
The Grangers shared a conspiratorial look and a grin at the gesture. "Surely you don't want anything?" Jane asked again. "Because it's way past our usual breakfast time and I'm famished."
"I'm fine," said Ron.
"Well, I — I could do with some toast and marmalade, if you've got it," said Hermione, and Ron couldn't help but chuckle.
Everything was finally all right.
After having a rather lively breakfast during which they talked about everything and nothing, they went back to the sitting room.
"So you're in a luxury hotel," commented Jane. "Are you staying in there, or do you want to move here? Because we've got plenty of space!" she added, obviously eager to have her daughter with her.
Hermione and Ron shared a quick look, and Hermione bit her lower lip, obviously thinking about a suitable response. She was saved the trouble, however, when her father let out a chuckle.
"Jane, Love, they want to stay at the hotel," he said, and Ron felt his ears turn pink. Hermione blushed a bit as well.
"Oh, right," Jane said, though she couldn't disguise her disappointment.
"We planned to have a bit of a holiday as well as finding you, and well, as the Ministry is paying for our room …" said Hermione somewhat apologetically. "But we can have lunches, dinner, visit places together … You must come to the hotel and we can have dinner at the cafeteria on the rooftop."
"Can Muggles enter the hotel?" asked Ron.
Hermione nodded. "They can, if they've got magical relatives."
"Wicked," he said.
"So — how long do you plan to stay?" asked Jane.
"About two weeks or so," said Hermione. "We can also help you to arrange everything. In fact, I think the Ministry of Magic can help as well, to speed up things." She looked at Ron. "We should talk to Amanda."
Ron nodded. "Yeah, we can contact her later."
"Who's Amanda?"
"A Ministry official. She was the one who greeted us here and got us settled," explained Ron. "She told us she would help us with anything we might need."
"How kind on their part," commented William. "especially considering they're paying you a stay at a luxury hotel."
"Well, as a result of the war, we're — well, we're rather famous, I suppose," said Ron, his ears burning a bit. It still felt odd to him to think of himself as famous.
"Really?" asked Hermione's mother, surprised. "Even here, on the other side of the world?"
Hermione nodded. "You must understand that Voldemort represented a threat hitherto unknown to the Wizarding world as whole," she explained. "He intended to take over the entire world, not just Britain."
"And you three got rid of him," her father said, staring at them in awe.
"Well, we did, but we had plenty of help and guidance," said Ron a bit sheepishly. It felt good, to have Hermione's parents looking at him with this sort of admiration, yet in a way it felt like lying. "But in the end it was Harry. Voldemort himself gave him the way to defeat him, as he could look into his mind."
"I don't think I understand most of what you're saying, or how this thing with wands and harcrusses or whatever they're called work," Mr Granger said. "But I still think you did plenty, and, if half the world is eager to give you honours, they must have a reason for it. Even if the only thing you did was to be with Harry and accompany and help him, that's more than many people would have done." He looked at Hermione. "We've been worried sick these months, but we couldn't be prouder of you, Hermione," he declared sincerely, causing Hermione's eyes to moisten once more.
"Dad …"
"She's been amazing," added Ron. "Harry and I would have starved if not for her, and I would have been maimed after escaping from the Ministry if not for her care."
Hermione looked at him, her eyes brimming with love.
"You were wonderful as well, Ron. I — I mean, Harry and I would have gone insane if not for you," she said. He knew that wasn't exactly what she had wanted to say, but, as she had not explained their adventure at Malfoy Manor yet, she couldn't.
"I'm so glad you had each other," said Hermione's mum. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea that my daughter and her best friends were in the core of a war, but, as William said, I couldn't be prouder."
"Oh, Mum …"
"It's t-true," she said, sobbing. "My daughter helped save the w-world! I get lightheaded just thinking about i-it!"
Hermione got up from the sofa and sat on the arm of her mother's chair, embracing her.
"But it's over," she said softly. "It's over, Mum."
"I know, I know, darling. It's just — it's just too much. I know we had a year to get used to the idea, but still …" She shook her head, her voice trailing off.
Ron watched them, smiling a bit. "Once we come back, the Ministry will hold a celebratory event to commemorate the victory in the war and honour all those who gave their lives. And, well, Harry, Hermione and I will be awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class," he added.
"Order of Merlin?" asked Mr Granger. "What's that?"
"It's the greatest award and honour the Ministry can give," explained Ron. "Reserved to those who have made outstanding contributions to the Wizarding world."
"Really?" Jane asked, her expression full of pride.
"Well, yes," Hermione admitted, a bit shyly.
"That's so amazing," said Hermione's father, looking in awe. "It's a shame we cannot attend."
"Well, it's true that Muggles have never attended Ministry events, as far as I know, but I think this time that won't be true. It would be so unfair to Hermione or you. We won a war to stop discrimination, and I think Kingsley — the new Minister for Magic — will completely agree to let you — or any other Muggle relative of a wizard or witch — to attend."
"You think so? That would be amazing news!" exclaimed Hermione's mother with joy. "We always felt we were missing part of Hermione's life, as we could never go to Hogwarts and such, so the fact that we can be there, to see you being honoured it's — well, it's wonderful."
"Mum, we must confirm that you can attend," said Hermione. "We need to talk to Kingsley first."
"I know, darling, but still. Don't deny your old mother some hope."
"No, they'll go," stated Ron with determination. "If the Ministry don't let them go, then we won't, either. It's the least they can do after all the shit the Ministry has pulled these last years."
"But — would you renounce to that Order of Merlin?" asked William, staring at him in awe.
"Yeah. If we can't be with our family in such a day, then it's not worth it."
"But Ron, you know the Order or Merlin comes with a monetary prize as well …" said Hermione.
Ron shrugged. "I know, but well, it's not a if we're starving, are we? Dad has a better job now. I lived all my life with much less money, I can do without it. There are mor important things."
Ron was completely convinced of what he had said, though it hadn't been easy. He wasn't going to lie to himself and say that one of the main reasons he was eager for the award was due to the money, so giving that up would be hard. So he would have to make sure Hermione's parents — and other Muggles involved — could be there.
"That means so much to us, Ron," said Jane, "but we can't let you do that. You deserve that honour."
"And you deserve to be there. You had to leave your home due to what the Ministry allowed to happen, and if Hermione is being honoured is, at least partly, thanks to the way you raised her, so you have more right to be there than many wizards that will be and didn't move a finger to stop Voldemort," stated Ron. When he finished talking, he saw the three Grangers staring at him in amazement.
"Well, when you put it like that …" said William, still staring at him.
Ron blushed a bit, and glanced at Hermione, who now was beaming at him in that way that made him feel like he was ten-foot tall. She moved back to the couch and sat next to him, grabbing his hand in hers.
"Well," said Hermione's father after a moment as he got up, putting an end to the charged moment. "Let us show the house and then we can go to the city centre and have lunch — if you haven't got other plans, of course," he added.
"Of course not, Dad. We want to spend the whole day with you."
"Good. Let us change and then we'll go."
"I just need to put on shoes and brush my teeth," said Jane. "I'll wash the dishes while you change."
"I'll take care of that," said Hermione, taking out her wand, and her mother nodded. As her parents disappeared down the hallway, Ron and Hermione went to the kitchen. Ron was about to take his wand out, but was surprised by Hermione throwing her arms around his neck and snogging him wildly.
"I'm not complaining, but what was that for?" he asked, a bit dazed, when she pulled away
"That, Ron Weasley, is for being the most amazing boyfriend ever. What you said about us not going if my parents couldn't, even renouncing to all that money, meant a lot to them, and to me. You used to put your foot in your mouth, but lately it seems you found your way with words."
"You must be rubbing off on me, I suppose," he said, flushing a bit.
"I love you, Ron."
Ron kissed her again, but, when she pressed her body against his, he stopped it. "Let's finish cleaning before I end up taking you on the kitchen table."
Hermione let out a giggle and turned to face the basin, smiling brightly. Ron couldn't help it and spanked her firm ass, making her yelp a little and then giggle again. Ron grinned. He simply loved seeing her this happy. She could light up a room with her smile, his Hermione.
"So — how are you?" he asked a minute later, when they were almost finished. "Was it how you imagined?"
She shrugged. "I didn't know what to expect, to be honest, but it was amazing. They're fine and we're fine and we'll be going home together after spending some time here. I can't ask for more."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said, giving her a one-arm hug.
Barely a minute later, Hermione's parents came back, ready to go. Jane looked around and smiled at the cleanliness of the kitchen. "Magic," she said with a sigh. "I won't lie, dears, I missed it."
Ron and Hermione chuckled.
The Grangers showed them the house and the backyard, confirming Ron's earlier assumption that they hadn't wanted to make it homely. Besides a few photos in their nightstands, it seemed they had left the decoration the same way it was when they had rented the house.
When the tour was done, William suggested taking the car to go to the centre, but Hermione told them they would take them by Side-Along Apparition instead.
"Really?" asked Ron, surprised.
"This way we can bring them here in a second after dinner," explained Hermione. "We haven't visited the rooftop yet and I think we could have dinner there tonight."
Ron nodded, and Hermione took out the map and looked for an Apparition-safe point. Hermione's mother suggested somewhere near Hyde Park, as they could visit St Mary's Cathedral — to which Hermione clapped excitedly — and even take a tour on bus for sightseeing. Happy with the plan, Hermione asked for a point near the park, finding one exactly in the middle of it.
So, Ron grabbed Hermione's mum while she held her father hand, and then Disapparated.
After reappearing and checking that the four of them were safe and sound, they exited the circle of bushes in which they had materialised. Ron quickly realised it was a magical spot, put in there by Wizards so they could Apparate without Muggles knowing. They got out of it and Ron marvelled at the sight of the park and the many Muggles already in there enjoying the day.
"Can we go to the Cathedral now?" Hermione asked, and her parents nodded, smiling knowingly at her eagerness. As they crossed the park towards it, William walked next to Ron while Hermione and her mum chatted just in front of them.
"Well, I hope you're ready, Son," said William with a hint of a smile.
"Ready for what?" he asked warily. He had never been in a church before, but surely it wouldn't hurt, right?
"You've never travelled with Hermione to a place she hasn't been before, have you?"
"Mmh, well, we went together to Hogsmeade the first time."
"Oh, yeah. And — how was that?"
"We had a lot of fun," he remembered fondly. "Though she drove me a bit crazy at first, I must admit. She wanted to see everything."
"Exactly," William said, nodding. "She's got such a thirst for knowledge she wants to see and know everything about each place we go. We love it as well, but not to that extent. It can get pretty tiring."
Ron sighed. "Well, I know she bought books on things to see, so I was somewhat expecting that."
"Come on, you two!" exclaimed then Hermione, and Ron noticed the women were now ten yards ahead of them. "Don't slow down, there's so much to see!"
"We're going, honey, we're going!" replied William, and they continued walking. Ron sighed, and felt William pat his shoulder in encouragement while he laughed.
Ron had never been in a Cathedral — or a church, for that matter — before, but, now being inside one, he thought he understood why Muggles liked visiting and admiring them, though, after having seen Hogwarts, it didn't look very impressive to him. Hermione, however, was delighted and thoroughly enjoyed explaining to him the scenes and meanings of everything. Ron was sure that sightseeing churches or cathedrals would never be his thing, but he would watch Hermione doing it for the rest of his life.
After visiting the Cathedral and taking a few photographs with the camera the Grangers' had brought, they decided taking a bus tour before lunch would be difficult, so they walked around for a bit, stopping at a Muggle photography shop to buy more film rolls for the camera. Next took a walk across the Royal Botanic Garden, which also included a Wizarding section, though they didn't stop much, and then ended at the Opera House.
"What do you think?" Hermione asked Ron.
"Blimey, it's so big," said Ron, looking up. "And it's amazing that Muggles could build this without magic at all. It looks better at night, however."
"I agree."
"So — where is your hotel?" asked Hermione's mum, looking at the water.
Ron and Hermione pointed at it, though neither Jane nor William could see it, of course.
"Even after everything I've seen I can't believe there's an entire island in there we cannot see," commented William, shaking his head.
"Believe me, dad, it's in there," assured Hermione.
"And if we can't see it, how can we go in?" he asked.
"The same way you can enter Diagon Alley in London," explained Hermione. "Of course there's not a secret bridge or anything to reach it, but we can take you by Side-Along Apparition as well."
"Okay, dear."
They walked for a bit and then searched for a place to eat. After a good and relaxed lunch they went back to Hyde Park and bought tickets for the three-hour bus tour.
"Are you having fun?" Hermione asked Ron after twenty minutes. "Do you like the sights?"
"Yeah," nodded Ron. "Though I think they would be better in a broom," he added, lowering his voice. "That would be a bit less comfortable, however. Certainly, it's a hundred times better than the Knight Bus."
"Yes, I think so," she said, laughing. "And I think we can take a tour on broomstick as well. We can do that if you like, but you'll have to take me on your broom."
"Really?" he asked, surprised but delighted at the idea.
"Of course, Ron. I want you to enjoy this."
"Oh, I plan on that," he said with a smug smile, the arm he had wrapped around her body moving a bit down so his hand caressed the top of her ass.
"Randy idiot," she muttered, amused. "Though I'm looking forward to that enjoyment as well," she added, turning Ron's slight smile into a big grin.
When they finally got off the bus, Ron couldn't believe three hours had passed already. He was still in awe of how big and populated Muggle cities were, compared to, for example, Hogsmeade. It was true that there were more wizards and witches living in London than in the village, but not many more (advantages of the Floo Network and Apparition), and probably there was just one wizard for every ten thousand Muggles.
As it was already half-past four when the tour ended, they just took a stroll around the park for a bit to stretch out their legs. At around five, Hermione directed them back to the Apparition-safe point and, from there, they Apparated in the hotel's garden.
"Amazing," Hermione's mum said, looking around. They all approached the fence and watched the buildings in the diminishing light.
"It really is incredible," added William, shaking his head. "We're here, and yet people on the shore or those boats can't see us — or the hotel. Magic is really wonderful."
"Yeah," nodded Ron.
After a few minutes wandering around, they went into the hotel, and Hermione approached the reception desk. The same wizard who had been attending the night before, Thomas, was in there, checking some documents. He smiled at her when he saw her approaching.
"Hi, Mr Walsh," She said, and then pointed at her parents. "I just brought my parents, who are Muggles, in here, and I was hoping we all could have dinner on the rooftop. Is there any problem with that?"
Thomas looked at Hermione's parents with a welcoming grin. "Of course not, Miss Granger! It's a rare occurrence that we have Muggles here, but we're always delighted!" he exclaimed, and then addressed the Grangers with his brightest smile. "Mr and Mrs Granger, we're honoured to have you at the Sydney Harbour Wizarding Resort. I hope you have a wonderful evening."
"Thank you," they both said.
"I'll call the cafeteria and make sure you've got the best table available. What about in front of the Opera House?"
"We'd love that," said Hermione's dad. "Thank you so much."
Thomas made a call and the two couples went to the lifts and up to the eight floor, as Hermione wanted to show them their suite. Both Grangers were in awe as they walked towards it, but were positively speechless when Hermione opened the door and ushered them inside.
"And you say the Ministry is paying for you two to stay here?" asked William, walking slowly as he took in the room. "Whoa …"
"It's really amazing, dears," added Hermione's mum, looking around. "No wonder you want to stay here instead of at our house."
They got closer to the windows as the Sun went down, seeing the night lights come on. Hermione moved to stand between her parents and put one arm around each of their waists to pull them against her. "I'm so glad to be here with you two," she confessed.
"So are we, honey," said her mother, pecking her forehead.
Ron watched them observe the city, enjoying their moment of closeness, until Hermione spoke again, in a chipper tone, "Should we go up? I'm hungry.
"Ye, please," said Ron, who also was famished.
"We haven't been up there yet," commented Hermione as they moved towards the stairs, "but by what I've seen in photographs, it's amazing."
Ron agreed completely the moment they got out of the staircase. The rooftop was surrounded by some sort of banister made of glass, and the floor was littered with tables, chairs and sofas illuminated by torches and floating lamps. In the centre there was the cafeteria itself, which besides drinks offered many kinds of food. Most of the tables were empty, save for a few people having dinner and a group having drinks, so they were attended almost immediately, the waiter guiding them to the table he had prepared for them just in front of the Opera House, and soon they were sitting in very comfortable, mushy chairs. As they waited for their drinks, Ron couldn't help but think how different this was from everything he was used to. In Britain, the Wizarding world had not changed much across the centuries, but here in Australia it all looked modern and flashy — or, at least, what he had seen so far.
They chatted a bit, but not much, as they enjoyed their drinks, more focused on appreciating the incredible view. Then they ordered dinner, with the Grangers asking for classical English dishes, as they admitted they missed them. Ron and Hermione, though, decided to try local recipes like grilled kangaroo, chicken parmigiana, meat pies and lamingtons.
Ron found it all delicious, especially the cakes, and thoroughly enjoyed having dinner again with the Grangers.
"So, Ron, what do you think about this?" asked William once they had finished eating.
"It's amazing," he said. "Wizarding Britain is so different. I was thinking I'd love to bring my parents here one day. Having seven kids and not having much money doesn't make easy to travel."
"Ron, I think that's a great idea!" exclaimed Hermione, smiling. "I bet your father would faint with excitement if he could see this!"
Ron chuckled. "Yeah, he totally would."
"That's so thoughtful of you, Ron," said Jane, patting his hand. She looked at her husband. "Who knows? We could come back as well, then we old parents could spend some time while you two lovebirds enjoy some time for yourselves."
Ron couldn't help but blush, thinking about the kind of time alone he loved to have with Hermione. Unwantedly, that brought the porn films to the front of his mind and he had to take a sip from his juice to hide his expression.
"And you would want to come here again?" asked Hermione. "I mean, you've been living here for almost a year."
"Yes, but we came as refugees, not visitors. And despite how much we might be able to see before going back to England, Australia is a very large country," Jane explained. "It would be good to come as normal tourists, I think."
"Okay," said Hermione.
Her mother checked her watch. "Well, dears, we've had the most wonderful day in ages, but I suppose it's time to go back."
"So soon?" asked Hermione, not bothering to hide her disappointment.
"What about a game of exploding snap?" suggested Ron.
"Exploding snap?" repeated William.
"It's a magical card game. Come on, tomorrow it's Sunday, we've got the most amazing view of Sydney and we haven't seen you in almost a year. I could show it to you and have a drink meanwhile."
Hermione's face lit up at the suggestion. "That's a fantastic idea, Ron!" she exclaimed. But her excitation vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "We haven't brought cards for that, though," she added dejectedly.
"Well, we're in the most luxurious wizarding hotel in Sydney, aren't we?" he replied with a smile. He called for the waiter and asked if they had a deck of cards they could lend them and if it was okay to play in there.
"Of course, Sir," the waiter said brightly. "We can provide you with many games, both magical and Muggle."
"Fantastic," said Ron with a grin. "And some drinks, please. I dunno — something exotic for us English people, maybe?"
The waiter nodded, smiling. "I think we've got exactly what you're asking for."
"But — not too alcoholic, please," added Hermione.
"Don't worry, madam, it's a soft drink."
The waiter flicked his wand and, a moment later, a deck of cards came flying and an array of bottles of different colours appeared on the table, along with four glasses.
"This drink is called Sparklejuice and it is made from different fruits, like oranges, apples, quandongs and mangos. They're Muggle fruits, and the drink takes the flavour from them, but they're mixed with humdang syrup to increase the taste and occoniti leaves, which gives them a really exotic fizzy effect once you get it in your mouth, similar to those Muggle drinks with bubbles, but much more intense. And as I said, it's got some alcohol, but not much. I hope you like them."
"Thank you so much," said Ron, and the waiter left.
"Okay, so — how do we play this game?" asked Hermione's father.
Ron explained the basics while Hermione poured them all drinks. When he finished giving them all cards, he took a sip of his glass. The first impression was that it was really tasty, but then the fizzling started and he almost laughed with the sensation. It really was much stronger than when he had tasted coke, or even the special champagne they had served at Bill and Fleur's wedding.
"Good, then?" asked William, grabbing his glass.
"Amazing!"
The other three took sips as well, and soon they were all giggling, shaking their heads and closing their eyes tightly.
"It's really, really good," agreed William, and both Hermione and Jane nodded. "Well, let's start this game then."
It took a while for Hermione's parents to grasp how the game was played and stop jumping on their seats every time a card exploded, but they really enjoyed it and had a great time, both playing and trying the different flavours of the Sparklejuice. Time seemed to fly and, before they could understand where it had gone, it was almost ten.
"Gods, we should go home!" said Hermione's mother when she checked her watch.
"That late?" exclaimed William. "Yes, we really should go back. It's been a rather intense day."
They got up and William asked, "Do they accept Muggle money here?"
"What?" replied Ron, and then he caught what the meant. "Oh, no, you're not paying. This is all on me!"
"No way, Ron! We can't allow it. I mean, you're still students and I'm sure this is expensive."
"Well, remember we're going to receive an Order or Merlin, so don't worry. You paid for lunch, and we invited you here, so it's only fair we pay," interjected Hermione.
"Are you sure?"
"Completely," nodded Ron.
It really was expensive, as the bill amounted to thirty-nine galleons and six sickles, and that taking into account the waiter told them the Sparklejuice was on the house. Ron paid, silently thanking Bill for having loaned a good amount of money to him.
"Well, thank you, then," said William with a smile. "Can you do that Apparating thing then? I know that drink is not strong, but we drank a lot."
"We're okay," assured Hermione. They Apparated right from the rooftop to the Grangers' house, and then both Ron and Hermione were hugged tightly.
"You can't really imagine how happy we are to have you both here," Jane said, her expression teary once more. "I feel as if I had been just surviving, and now I'm started to live again."
"Oh, Mum …." said Hermione, her eyes bright as well. "We're very happy as well."
"You'll come have breakfast, then?"
"Yes, we'll be here at half-past seven."
"Perfect. I'll make sure to prepare a large breakfast, Ron."
"Thank you, Jane," he said, smiling a bit sheepishly.
"Well, have a good night," said Hermione's father, putting an arm around her wife's shoulders. "See you tomorrow."
Ron and Hermione smiled at them and then Disapparated back to the hotel. Though normally one couldn't Apparate into the rooms, it was possible if you had the key, so Hermione took them both directly to theirs.
The moment they Apparated, they fell onto the couch, exhausted after the intense and emotional day they had had.
"What a day," Ron commented.
"Yes," she nodded.
Ron grabbed her hand and looked at her. "So — how are you?"
Hermione smiled at him. "I'm happy, Ron. I'm so, so happy. My parents are all right, and the day was amazing. And you were so, so patient with me at the Cathedral. I know I can get a bit carried on when I visit a new place."
"It's okay. I love seeing you like that, so excited for something."
"And your idea of playing games after dinner — thank you so much for it. I can tell that it meant a lot to my parents, and we really had fun."
"And we got to try that drink. We really have to take a few bottles with us so my family can taste it."
"We will."
"So a great day, then."
She nodded and then, looking sultrily at him, shifted on the couch and straddled him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "And it hasn't finished yet."
"No?" he asked in feigned confusion, putting his hands on her hips and moving them up and down her sides. "Any ideas, then?"
"Just some really wicked, naughty ones," she said, biting her lower lip.
"Oh, those are the best," he said, and moved one hand to her neck to bring her face to his for a deep, passionate kiss. Hermione buried her fingers in his hair while Ron cupped her ass, kneading it hungrily. They kissed and kissed for a long time, playing with their tongues as they enjoyed their own unique flavours mixed with those of the Sparklejuice.
Ron pressed her body more into his, bucking his hips to get some relief, and she moaned into his mouth when she felt his hard, aching cock against her lower belly and her groin. She deepened the kiss even more and then broke it to leave a trail of pecks across his jaw and suck on his earlobe.
"So tell me, Hermione," he whispered against her neck, trying not to moan due to what she was doing, "What exactly are those naughty ideas of yours?"
Hermione sucked on his earlobe again and moaned into his ear, causing the hairs on his nape to stand on end, and then whispered, in her moist seductive voice, "I'm going to suck your cock Ron. I'm going to take that hot, large piece of meat in my mouth and give you the best blowjob you've ever received. And once you've cum down my throat I'll let you do whatever you want to my body."
"W-whatever I want?" he stammered, his arousal growing tenfold.
"Whatever you want."
"Fuck, Hermione …"
She unzipped her jacket, took it off and threw it away. Ron's hands when under her t-shirt and caressed the skin of her sides, revelling in how soft she felt. No matter how many times he had touched her, the feel of her skin never grew old.
Hermione kissed him again, hungrily, ruffling his hair as she devoured him with ever-growing passion. Ron groaned and sucked on her tongue, his hands moving to her back as his fingers played with the strap of her bra.
"Take my t-shirt off," she muttered against his mouth. It was not a request, but an order, and one Ron was eager to obey.
She kissed him again as Ron grabbed the hem and pushed it upwards. She disentangled her arms, and only broke the kiss so he cold take it off completely. He let it drop as his eyes focused on her perfect tits. She was wearing a white bra adorned with a bit of lace, quite simple yet beautiful and sexy. The cups held her breast perfectly, making them look even fuller than they already were. Grunting, he claimed her mouth once more briefly before moving down and burying his face in her cleavage.
"Oh, Ron!" she exclaimed, putting her hands back on his head and pushing his face more between her tits. Ron licked and kissed and nipped at that flesh he loved so much, but soon it wasn't enough, so he moved his hands to the clasp and fumbled with it before finally unsnapping it. He quickly slid the straps down her arms, letting the cups fall and reveal both globes. Ron stared at them unashamedly.
"You make me feel so sexy when you look at me like that," she whispered, her fingers caressing his scalp and sending shivers of pleasure down his body.
"You're so sexy, Hermione. So hot. Fuck, your tits are amazing …"
She kissed him again and then moved along his jaw and towards his ear. "Suck them, Ron. I love it when you suck them."
Ron stared into her eyes, full of desire for him, and he claimed her mouth in another, hard kiss before using his hands to help her sit up straight so her tits were in front of his mouth once more. He licked her lips and then, struck by a sudden, naughty idea, moved his hands, still grabbing her waist, in opposite directions and very quickly, causing those tits to shake and jiggle deliciously.
"Ron!" she said, laughing.
"Shit, what a view, far better than the window one!" he exclaimed. She laughed again, but the laugh turned into a moan when he took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.
She held his head and pressed him to her while he continued sucking. Every now and then, she directed his head to switch nipples. Ron sucked gluttonously, relishing her taste, and then moved his hands to her chest as well, using one hand to hold the breast he was sucking on while he used the other to knead the neglected one.
"Oh, Ron, your mouth feels so good on my tits … You've got me so wet …"
"Shit, let me lick you," he said, his cock throbbing as he imagined his face buried in her pussy.
"No, I told you I'd do something before …"
"Fuck, yeah, Hermione, you're killing me. I'm so fucking hard!"
"I can tell," she said, grinding against him as she smiled wickedly.
"Hermio-kneeeee!" he growled, throwing his head backwards.
She giggled and got off him. Then she unbuckled her jeans and, slowly and sensually, wiggled her hips, allowing the trousers to slid down, revealing her pale, toned thighs and her white, lace-trimmed panties. As he watched, mesmerised, she stepped out of her trainers and jeans and stood in front of him in her knickers, the city glowing behind her.
"Hermione …"
With her eyes fixed on his, she knelt before him on the rug and slid her hands over his trousers until they were over his bulge, which he caressed. He unbuttoned them and lowered the zip, allowing his cock some room. She caressed the tip over the fabric of his boxers and then grabbed the waistband of both pants and trousers. Ron eagerly lifted his bum and Hermione pulled hard, lowering both garments until they were around his ankles and his cock stood proudly, twitching in anticipation.
Hermione took his time taking off his trainers, trousers, pants and socks, and he couldn't help but think this was repayment for the slow torture to which he had subjected her last night.
Finally, when he was completely naked from the waist down she lowered her face and kissed the top of his left knee, moving up his thigh until he reached his groin. Eager, Ron spread his legs, getting comfortable. Hermione gave him a sultry look and then used her hand to press his shaft against his belly, revealing his balls, which she kissed. Ron let out a little moan that turned into a groan when she took one and then the other in her mouth, rolling them inside her hot cavern and lavishing them with her tongue. At the same time, she rubbed the underside of his shaft with her hand. She took her time with his bollocks, pleasuring them in a way she hadn't done before. After almost a couple of minutes playing with them, she moved up a bit and licked the vein of his cock, up and down, a few times, coating it in her saliva. Then she grabbed the base and moved it so it was pointing directly at her face and looked into his eyes.
"Hermione, please …"
"Say it, Ron."
"Shit, suck my cock. Suck my cock, please!"
Hermione hummed and opened her mouth, really slowly, as if savouring the moment and then — finally! — took the tip between her lips and sucked, using her tongue to play with the little slit.
"Oh, fuuuck, Hermione! Please, harder, you're killing me! Suck harder!"
Hermione hummed around him, making him hiss in pleasure, but kept her slow pace, taking more and more of him but very slowly. When she finally had almost all of him in her mouth, the tip in her throat, she gave him a few quick, very hard sucks, causing him to buck his hips involuntarily. But Hermione put both her hands on his upper thighs to still him and then retreated, again, rather unhurriedly, until she was only sucking on the tip. She repeated this torture a few times, making Ron get closer to his release, though too slowly. Besides, he wanted her to knead his balls and she wasn't doing it, increasing his arousal, but also his frustration.
After a bit, she gave him a hard suck on the tip before releasing him with a plop! and then pressed the shaft, now completely coated in her saliva, against his belly, and moved to suck and lavish his balls again.
"Hermione, Merlin, you're really killing me here …"
"You don't like this, Ron?" she asked as she released his dick, letting it fall against his face so she was looking up at him from behind it. "Do you want me to stop doing this?" she added, and took out her tongue to give the shaft another slow, long and very arousing lick. A drop of precum formed on the tip and began to roll down his shaft. He saw Hermione's eyes focus on it and then licked it before giving the very tip of his cock a hard, hungry suck. She then released him and licked her lips. "Mmmh, tasty. But you didn't answer me," she added, circling his dick with her right hand and starting to wank him leisurely. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, no, Hermione!"
"Then what do you want, Ron?"
"I want you to suck me!"
"I was sucking you …"
Shit, that voice and tone was going to kill him.
"Harder. Suck me and make me cum. Make me cum!"
"I think I can do that. It's salty and really tasty … I reckon I would enjoy a good mouthful …"
"Oh, holy fuck!" he swore, bucking his hips and trying to get his dick in her mouth. Hermione laughed and then took pity on him, swallowing him once more. This time she took him in her throat almost immediately and began to bob her head and suck hard, making Ron hiss in pleasure, his fingers digging into the couch to avoid grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth.
However, when, barely thirty seconds later she stopped moving and took a long slurp on his shaft before releasing him again, he was really tempted to do that.
"Hermioneeeeee!"
"Patience, love. I really want a good mouthful, and that takes work …"
"Shit, right now I think I could drown you in my cum! Suck me, Hermione, please!" he begged, his cock throbbing.
Hermione smiled devilishly and gave a jolt with her head, throwing her hair do the side so it fell over her right shoulder. Then she straightened up, making her chest more noticeable and pressed his dick against her tits, rubbing it against their softness.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck!"
She giggled and then took it back into her hot, wet, delicious mouth. She sucked over and over, taking more and more each time until he was again buried in her mouth, the tip entering her throat. She bobbed rapidly, moving one hand to finally knead his balls, and Ron felt his orgasm approach like a rampaging hippogriff. He bucked his hips, wanting to close his eyes to savour it and then unable to do so, entranced as he was by the sight of her sucking him with such gusto.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, yeah, AT LAST!" he shouted, his entire body alight with pleasure. But then, unexpectedly, she stopped once more, releasing him. His cock throbbed, wanting to explode, but, deprived of the needed stimulation, it could only twitch a bit and leak a couple of drops. Ron swore and, too frustrated, moved his hand to grab it and wank himself off, putting an end to the torture. However, Hermione had anticipated his move and had reached for her wand. Before Ron could touch his cock, he found his hands restrained and stuck to the back of the couch.
"Fuck, Hermione, no! Release me!"
"No, no, no. You are no fun, Mr Weasley. I told you I would give you a blowjob like never before and I haven't finished yet." Ron groaned again and Hermione, smiling, used the tip of her index finger to caress his dick and collect to two drops of cum. Then she put it in her mouth and sucking on them, closing her eyes in relish.
"Mmmmh, really, really tasty …"
"Shiiiiit!"
She let out a laugh and then began to tend to his balls once more, keeping him aroused but not so close to cumming. After a while, she took in her mouth again. This time, Ron threw care to the wind and began to thrust into her mouth, eager to cum. Hermione let him and sucked hard, quickly droving him to the point of no return. However, and proving how well she knew his body, she pulled away just in time. Ron swore again and closed his eyes, willing himself to cum, but, though he was really, really close, it wasn't enough. Letting out a yell of frustration, he tried to move his hands, but to no avail. Hermione smiled as she watched him squirm. She let him calm down a bit before grasping his dick once more and then, for the umpteenth time, engulfed it again.
"Hermione, please …" he begged desperately.
She looked up at him, taking all his cock, and, when she got back up, she said, "Fuck my mouth, Ron."
Upon muttering such words, she took him back into her hot mouth and sucked hard, her hands moving to his balls. She kneaded them eagerly, increasing the suction as she bobbed. Ron began to move his hips almost desperately, thrusting hard, and she took it willingly, sucking harder the more he thrust. Ron felt the pressure increase once more and moved his hips harder.
"Please, Hermione, please, don't stop n-now!" he pleaded. Hermione didn't say anything and just kept sucking, humming around him. Ron groaned louder and thrust into her throat, feeling on the verge of cumming. And this time she didn't stop him and he felt the band holding his climax snapping violently. "Fuuuuck, Hermione, fuuuuck! I'm — Oh, shiiiiit, cummiiiing! CUMMIIIING! FUUUUUUUUUCK!"
His entire body convulsed as his cock shot spurt after spurt of cum into her willing throat. Hermione swallowed hard around him, her hands massaging his balls even harder. When the force of his orgasm started to diminish, she pulled away a bit, just sucking on the tip and letting the rest of his ejaculation fall onto her tongue as she used her other hand to wank him fast to help him finish.
When it was finally over, Hermione swallowed him whole once again, slurping on his spent dick as she retreated, until it fell from his mouth. She looked up at him, smacking her lips in relish while he panted heavily, trying to recover.
"Fucking hell …" he muttered, his entire body still tingling with the force of his orgasm.
"Well?" she said, looking proud of herself. "Was it the best blowjob ever or not?"
"Definitively," he muttered. "Fuck, Hermione …"
"The torture paid off, then?" she said, smirking at him.
"Yeah," he nodded. She moved back to the couch and Ron turned towards her, pulling her head towards his for a kiss. His other hand moved to caress her breasts and then slid down her stomach and between her legs. She spread them willingly and he caressed her over her soaked panties.
"Shit, you're so wet," he muttered against her lips.
"Mmmh, yes," she moaned after another kiss.
"Your body is mine now, and I really want to eat this hot, wet pussy."
"Oh, Ron, yesss …"
They kissed hard again and then Ron scooped her in his arms and got up.
"Ron!" she yelled, throwing her arms to his neck for support. "What are you doing?"
"I, Ms Granger, taking your sexy body to the bed where I can ravish it properly. Anything to say to that?"
"Nothing at all," she responded, smiling.
Ron hurried towards the bedroom and threw her on the bed, where she bounced, laughing. Ron's cock twitched again as he saw the delicious jiggling of her bare tits. He groaned hungrily and hovered over her like a predator stalking his prey. He descended on her tits and sucked them again, making Hermione squirm and moan in pleasure, before moving down her stomach until he was between her legs. He kissed her mound over the soaked panties and then, overstimulated by her amazing, musky scent and taste, he pulled them down her legs, baring her cunt to him. As soon as her legs were free of her underwear, Hermione spread her legs wantonly, offering herself to him. Ron grunted again and immediately buried his face in her pussy, giving her a long lick before sucking on her folds and lapping at her juices.
"Aaah, Ron …"
"Shit, you've got such a tasty pussy," he muttered before shoving his tongue deep inside, moving it around to get everything he could offer. "I'm gonna drink all your juices, Love."
"Yes, babe, 'till the last drop …" she muttered in a fake, exaggerated slutty voice, and Ron let out a laugh.
"We're completely mad," he commented, looking up at her.
"That may be," she said with a smile, "but I meant it, Ron. Suck my pussy dry."
"I believed that your body was mine to do as I pleased," he replied. "Fortunately for you, that's exactly what I want to do."
So Ron applied himself to the task, alternating tongue-fucking her with lapping at her clit. As she grew more and more aroused, her hands toying with his hair and her breasts, Ron focused more on her clit, sucking on it with force and making her arch her back in pleasure.
Repaying her for her earlier torture, he stopped when she was about to come and moved down, to lick at her folds and entrance. She let out a moan of protest that quickly turned into one of pleasure when he shoved his tongue deep into her hole, pushing her against the edge once more.
"Ron, back to my clit! Back to my clit!" she pleaded after a bit.
Ron sucked hard on her hole one last time before complying and latching his lips around her swollen nub. As he sucked har, he thrust two fingers into her, rubbing the front spot of her vagina and causing a considerable increase on the volume of her moans.
"Ohhhh, Ron, just there! Just — there! Aaah, fuuuck, YESSS!"
Ron kept sucking her as she orgasmed, despite how hard she was bucking her hips against his face, covering it in her tasty juices. "Ahh, gods!" she said at last as she came down from her high, looking dishevelled, sated and utterly sexy.
Ron smiled at her and crawled up her body, peppering her stomach with kisses. His cock was completely hard once more and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless. He paused briefly at her heaving tits and then kissed her hard, sharing her taste with her. She seemed to welcome it and kissed back as hard, shifting a bit to allow him to settle between her open legs, his dick pressed against her scorching pussy.
"What do you want now?" she asked in a ragged voice after disengaging their mouths.
"What do you think?"
"Tell me."
"I want to fuck you hard."
Hermione wrapped her legs around him and slid one hand between them to position the tip of his dick against her entrance.
"Do it, then."
Ron claimed her mouth again and, as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, he also thrust forwards powerfully, burying his cock completely into her snug, dripping pussy. They both moaned in delight, relishing the pleasure of their connection, before Ron began to move in and out of her at a fast pace. Hermione arched her body and tilted her head backwards, giving him complete access to her neck. He took advantage of it and began to kiss and suck the offered skin. He shifted a bit and used his left hand to support his body as he thrust deeper, moving the right one to her wiggling tits, which he kneaded roughly.
"Ah, fuuck, Hermione, you feel so fucking good!"
"Harder, Ron."
He continued moving, but at the same pace. There was much more he wanted to do and he didn't want this to end, even though he could go again in minutes.
So, after a while, he grabbed her body and rolled them over on the bed until she was on top. She stared down at him for a moment, surprised, while her hair fall all around her face, some curls tickling his chin. Ron's eyes darted to her hanging breasts and he cupped them, using his thumbs to rub her nipples. "Ride," he told her.
For a few seconds, it seemed as if she hadn't heard him, but then she put her hands on his chest for leverage and began to move her hips, slowly at first, but soon with force, rhythm and determination, until she was practically jumping on his dick.
The image and the noise their bodies made every time she slammed down onto him pushed him slowly towards the edge. But he wanted her to come before him, so her moved his right hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit dexterously while the other kept caressing her tits. Hermione began to pant and moan louder, her body shaking with pleasure as she rode him towards her orgasm. Then, quite suddenly, she lowered her face and kissed him hard just before exploding in pleasure. Ron swallowed her moans as he enjoyed the amazing feeling of her fluttering pussy enveloping his cock, and then held her, caressing her sweaty back, when she fell on top of him, breathing hard.
"Oh, Ron …" she said, and contracted her muscles, which caused him to moan in return.
"Good, eh?"
"Mmmh …" she purred contentedly.
"Now's my turn, Love," he said, thrusting upwards to emphasise his need.
"Oh, I can tell," she said.
Ron pushed her off him and then got out of the bed, his cock standing hard and proud, shining with her juices. Ron saw her glance at it and it twitched in response. He grabbed her hands and pulled, making her got out of the bed as well so they were standing next to it.
"Ron …?" she asked, not understanding what he wanted. He gave her a naughty smile and then kissed her hard and pushing her against the window. Once they were next to it, he moved away and turned her round abruptly, pushing her against the glass. Hermione put her hands on it for support and Ron immediately pressed against her from behind, his cock snuggled between her cheeks.
"Very soft lights," he said to the room, and when the light dimmed to a very soft glow, he whispered into her ear, "I'm gonna fuck you like this, Hermione, in front of the whole city. If there was a wizard out there, they would be able to see us with binoculars, you know. They could see these tits —" he grabbed and squeezed them "— and your face of pleasure while I fuck you hard. And they would be so envious of me …"
"Gods, Ron …"
"Arch your back, Hermione," he ordered, pulling on her hips and pressing with his hand against the centre of her back. This caused her tits to touch the glass and she gasped.
"Yeah, like this," he said, admiring the view. He grabbed his cock and held her hip, his eyes focused on her perfect ass. For a moment, he considered taking her anally, but ultimately he decided to leave that for another moment. So he positioned his tip at the entrance of her pussy and then rammed in. Hard.
"Shit, yeah!" he moaned in pleasure, initiating a fast, hard fuck. His hands roamed over her back ass and sides, his fingers even grazing her tits, and he wished he had four hands to touch her as much as he wanted.
He knew he wouldn't last long, after what they had done in the bed, and had no intention to hold back, so he went at it with all his might, enjoying the tight, welcoming hole of her juicy pussy and relishing the dry sound of his hips slamming against her buttocks.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Hermione. I'm going to cum in your tight cunt. Do you want that? Do you want that, Hermione?" he moaned into her ear.
"Yes, Ron, yes! Oh, gods, you're so deep! Cum in me!"
Grinning madly, he continued pounding her, his climax approaching quickly. And, to his surprise, he realised she was getting close as well.
"This turns you on, right?" he groaned, giving her a hard thrust. "Right, Hermione?"
"Gods, Ron, yes! It's so naughty! Oh, don't stop!"
"You getting close again?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Yes!"
Ron knew he wouldn't last enough to get her there with him, and he didn't think he could slow down, now when he was so turned on and it felt this good, so he fucked harder, taking hold of her ass and squeezing it hungrily. He stared at those round cheeks for a bit, enjoying the sight of his cock moving in and out between them and then directed his gaze to her reflection on the glass. She had an expression of pure pleasure and that was his undoing. His balls tightened and he came hard, spilling his second load of the night deep in her pussy as he groaned in utter delight.
"Aaaah, fuck!" he shouted when he finished, enjoying the aftershocks as his cock twitched, expulsing the last drops of cum into her. He'd like nothing more than to fall onto the bed, but, knowing she was close, he pressed his body against her, keeping his cock inside, and moved his right hand to between her legs, where he began to rub her clit.
"Cum for me, Hermione. Let the city see how sexy you look when you cum," he whispered to her, his voice hoarse.
"Ron …"
Ron rubbed harder, working her clit with practiced ease. "Cum for me."
"Roooon! Oh God, oh God, oh God!" she moaned, her body starting to tremble.
To surprise her, Ron bit onto her neck and used her other hand to spank her ass, pushing his still half-hard dick in her, and it worked like a charm. She meowed and squealed and them climaxed once more.
"Blimey, Ron!"
"You liked that, uh?" he asked smugly.
Hermione just panted and then, after a few seconds, pushed against him. He released her, his cock slipping from her pussy and she turned round to face him. Her nipples were hard as rocks.
He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, still waiting for a response.
"You know I did, you smug prat."
He grinned widely. "Well, I must admit I wasn't expecting it."
"Neither did I," she confessed. "But the cold of the glass on my nipples, and the dirty things you were whispering and —- I don't know, but, Merlin, it turned me on so much."
Ron laughed and then took her into his arms, kissing her. She returned the kiss and moved them both to the bed. When the back of his legs touched the mattress, he sat down without breaking the kiss, bringing her body onto his so she was sitting on his legs, straddling him. His cock, which hadn't really gone completely soft, began to harden again.
"Too tired for more?" he asked, his hands moving down her back to cup her ass.
She looked into his eyes and shook her head. He grinned. "Good."
They resumed their kiss and soon he was squeezing her ass while she stroked his cock. Their arousal grew once more and, after a couple of minutes of kissing in this position, she lifted her bum and positioned herself to take his prick in once more.
"Ahhh, Hermione …"
"Mmmh, Ron, your cock feels so good inside me," she moaned as she slid her pussy down his shaft.
"I love you so much!" Kiss.
"I love you more." Kiss.
"I love you tight, wonderful pussy." Thrust.
"I love your hard, always-ready cock." Grind.
"I love your ass." Squeeze.
"I love your cock." Clenching.
Ron groaned before saying, "You repeated."
"Well, I can't reach your pale, freckly ass."
"And nothing else came to your mind? I still and say more things without repeating, you know."
"Oh, let me guess …" She feigned thinking hard. "Umh — tits, maybe?"
"Cheeky witch," he said before kissing her again. He lay down on the bed, bringing her with him, and then pushed with his legs and feet to scoot them towards the pillows. Still on top. Hermione put folded the pillow so Ron would be propped up and then shoved her tits onto his face as she continued riding him. Ron sucked them greedily, keeping his hands on her ass to squeeze her cheeks and help her move. However, before long, he made them roll over and got on top, where he began a hard, rapid fucking, pounding into her eager pussy while he grabbed her ass to press her body against his. Hermione arched her body and dug her fingers into the flesh of his back as they continued fucking passionately.
After just a bit, however, they changed positions again and Hermione got back on top, riding him at top speed while she held herself with his hands on his thighs. Ron just watched her sexy body in the throes of passion, his hands working her breasts to push her into another orgasm.
She came hard once more, trembling uncontrollably and moaning loudly, riding her orgasm until ebbed away, and then, with him still inside her convulsing snatch, fell onto his chest and kissed him hungrily.
"Gods, Ron, mmmh …"
Ron grinned and then kissed her neck, allowing her to regain her breathing while he kneaded her ass, eager to continue. So, when she recovered a bit, he rolled her onto her back and took his cock out of her.
"How do you want to finish?" she asked. "Do you want me on all fours?"
"Tempting, but no, I already had you from behind today." As he said this, he moved up the bed and straddled her stomach, his red, swollen cock palpitating. She watched him as he took hold of her tits, kneading them. "I want to finish fucking your tits …"
Hermione smiled at him. "Whatever you want, Ron …"
"Fuck, yes!" Eagerly, he moved up a bit and bent over a bit to laid the shaft on her cleavage. At once, she used her own hands to push both breasts together, trapping his cock in the middle. "Oh, fuck …" he moaned, giving a tentative thrust.
It was true that this wasn't as intense as fucking her pussy, but the visual stimulation was way stronger, and, as he was really close …
Her began to move faster and harder, thrusting between her tits while she looked up at him. Part of him wanted to be the one holding her globes but, needing more leverage, he just put them on the headboard and moved even faster, his tip almost touching her chin with every thrust.
"Hermione, press them harder, please …" he begged, and she complied, smiling saucily at him. The added pressure increased his pleasure, and soon he was fucking her tits almost as hard as if he were fucking her pussy. "Fuck, 'Ermione, it's coming! Ohh, it's coming!"
"Do it, Ron. Cum all over my tits and neck."
Ron let out a loud roar and his cock erupted, firing a spurt onto her neck. Then raised his hips a bit with the intention of finishing himself, but she was quicker and, releasing her tits, grabbed his shaft and stroked him hard while she kneaded his balls with the other, moving the tip so he came all over her breasts while he moaned and moaned.
Finally, spent, he dropped next to her, breathing heavily but grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Fuck, that was wonderful!" he exclaimed, turning to his side to watch her. She smiled, clearly agreeing with him, and them rubbed her own tits, spreading the globs of thick cum. He had came three times, but the image made him stir once more.
"I know it's been more than a year since the first time, but I still wonder how you can cum so much after three times."
He just shrugged. "I suppose I want only the best for my sexy girlfriend," he said, bending his left arm and resting his head on his palm with the elbow on the mattress.
"And that is an unnatural amount of semen?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Right now, yeah."
She shook her head as if admonishing him, but she was smiling. "I think we should shower before getting in bed," she said after a bit.
"Yeah."
"I need to use the loo, and then I'll prepare it, okay?"
He nodded, lying on her back once more. His eyes followed his naked form as she moved to the bathroom. A moment later, he heard the noise of the shower and, a bit later, Hermione called him. He quickly got out of the bed and joined her in the stall, where she hugged him before kissing him soundly on the mouth.
"Eager for more?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She laughed but moved away. "No, I'm more than sated," she declared, getting under the spray and reaching for soap to clean her chest of his cum. When she was done with that, she faced him again. "So — what about our first complete day in Australia, Ron?"
Ron looked down at her and sighed exxageratedly. "Do we really have to go back to England?" he replied, making her laugh.
And when twenty minutes later he was back in bed, naked, with his equally naked girlfriend snuggled against his chest, he couldn't but say thanks for how amazingly lucky he was.
Well, I hoped you liked the reunion!
Next update will be to The Case, though I'm sorry to say I couldn't write anything at all this past week. In fact, I had planned on publishing this chapter on Friday but barely had time for a final revision. However, you can expect that update between Saturday and Monday.
See you!