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.

39. Row House

Hi, everyone!

It took me longer than I had anticipated to finish this chapter, but had to revise it a lot, had to rewrite part of it and yet I'm not completely convinced about some parts. But it's also a rather long chapter, and I also have another surprise, but you'll have to read the end notes to know what it is

Those of you that have read 'The Case that Changed Everything' know that 'Row House' is the name of Ron and Hermione's house. Though this fic is not canon-compliant like that one, you know I like to share as many things as possible between my fics. One of those things is their house, which I have imagined many times, but in that odd, dream-like way in which you see bits and pieces of something but never the entire picture. So, as this chapter depicts the moment they move in together (yes, we jump a bit in time, to the summer after Hermione and Ginny come back from school), I decided it was time to really describe their house. Of course, once I began planning, I realised some parts I had in my mind didn't add up — not even with magic! — so I had to adjust. However, as I made all references vague in the stories placed in the future, I think it's okay, but I can't assure there won't be minor inconsistencies.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 35

Row House

"Now turn to the right," said Hermione after they passed the last two houses on this side of Oakbridge.

"That way?" asked her father, taking his right hand of the steering wheel to point to a side road about fifty yards ahead of them.

"Yes," responded Hermione. Her dad took it and continued past a curve bordering a small patch of oaks. There was a meadow after them, and, beyond it, a high hedge with a dense row of cedar trees behind it that surrounded and provided the necessary privacy for the house he and Hermione had finally bought the week before.

Giving that they wanted to move in together once Hermione was back from Hogwarts, they had started searching for a suitable place during Easter. Though London would have been the logical place, as Ron worked at the Ministry and so would Hermione, they both preferred a house, not just a flat, and given their status, they also wanted privacy. They were wizards, so distance was not a problem. After looking into real state agencies in the Wizarding world, they had visited Hawgworth Wizarding Dwellings, widely regarded as the best one, who worked not only in Wizarding settlements like Hogsmeade but also in Muggle cities and villages. As a bonus, they prided themselves in being very, very discreet, which was what Ron and Hermione wanted.

During the first interview, the sales representant has asked them about the kind of house they were looking for, so she could search and show them. Given that Hermione had to return to Hogwarts for her final term and her NEWTs, it had been Ron who had visited most of them, discussing them with her over the mirror. By the time she was back from the school, they had narrowed the list to just three, and, upon visiting them together, they had agreed on this one. It was in a small village, Oakbridge, but a bit apart from the other houses and surrounded by trees and a hedge, which would afford them their desired privacy. Besides, it was close to Kettering and, as Hermione had asked, it was not fat from Bedford, just about forty minutes away by car, so her parents could visit without Ron and Hermione having to Apparate them in and out. The option of a connection to the Floo Network was not possible due to Hermione no longer living in their home. It was possible to ask for temporary connections, but a permanent one was only legal if a wizard lived in the house, something Hermione found unfair and had already promised to change at some point.

That was the reason they were in the Grangers' car. They had Apparated to Bedford to have an early lunch with them and collect Hermione's things, and Mr Granger had driven from there so they learned the path and could finally see the house, as they had only seen it in pictures until now.

"You can park in the front yard, Dad," said Hermione once they passed the meadow. The hedge and row of trees ran here parallel to the road for about a hundred yards until the entrance. He nodded and slowed down, then turned to the right to enter the property. He turned off the car and the four of them got out.

"Well, it certainly looks large," Mr Granger stated, staring at the front façade of the house. The house had a rectangular shape, with dimensions of about fifteen yards long and eleven yards wide. The front door was off centred to the left, on a sort of small, closed porch that came off the wall.

"And you'll have privacy," commented her mother, looking around. The front yard was rather simple and not very large, as there were only ten yards between the entrance and the house, which faced North. On their left, to the East, it ended on the hedge, which on that side ran close to the house. On their right, a bunch of trees and bushes that went from the row of cedars to the corner of the house separated it from the backyard and the rest of the property.

"That's exactly what we were looking for," commented Hermione.

"I know. The house looks nice, and quite large, but, though we're close to the village, it feels like we're at the end of the world."

Ron laughed. "Well, I imagine it's rare for you, giving the neighbourhood where you live, but The Burrow is similar to this, after all. Unless they are in a magical settlement, wizards and witches usually live a bit apart, so we can do magic without breaking the Statute of Secrecy."

"Makes sense," said Jean.

"But I expected the yard to be bigger, by what you said," noted Hermione's dad.

"And it is," said Ron. "Come here," he added, walking towards the oaks and motioning for the rest of them to follow him. "There's loads of space in here." He stopped at the corner of the house, where a small space allowed entrance to the backyard.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Mr Granger, nodding, after rounding the corner. From this side of the house, there were at least a hundred yards until the hedge that bordered the meadow they had seen before. "It really is large, yes."

"It is, isn't it?" said Hermione, smiling. "Our property ends when that forest starts," he said, pointing southwards. "But there's more than three hundred yards between it and the house."

"This is one of the reasons I didn't want a flat," said Ron with a grin. "I wanted a large garden."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "'Big enough to play Quidditch comfortably,' to be precise," she quoted.

Ron gave her a lopsided smile and shrugged. "Well, it's good to make exercise, right? As health experts, surely your parents will agree with me."

Hermione's dad laughed. "I agree wholeheartedly, yes."

"We just have to put the final charms on the row of trees and the hedge," added Ron, "so we have complete privacy and can do magic without worrying about Muggles seeing us."

Mr Granger nodded, looking around. "Not bad at all, though this means a lot of gardening work."

Ron chuckled. "Good thing we've got magic, right? And I asked the agency they made sure it has all known gnome-repellents out there. The last thing I want is to spend my weekends degnoming, I've done enough of that for an entire lifetime."

Hermione laughed as her mother asked, "Gnomes?"

"Little annoying creatures that like to infest the gardens of magical houses," explained Ron. "You're lucky you haven't got them, getting rid of them is the worst chore ever."

"Oh, my poor baby," mocked Hermione, patting his back.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh at me, but if one day those repellents fail, you'll remember my words."

"I've helped you degnome more than once, Ron."

He scoffed. "Yeah, three or four times. When you do it for the hundredth time, you'll be cursing them, believe me, especially because they always come back, the nasty gits."

"Okay, okay, enough whining," said Hermione, still grinning. "Let's go inside," starting to walk back to the front yard.

"There's a door on this side," pointed out her mother, nodding towards it.

"Yes, but it's better if we go in through the main door. It's better for the first visit," said Hermione. "Besides, until the front door is unlocked, those ones have a great deal of magical protection. It's possible to enter through them, but not easy," she explained.

"Oh. Okay, then," her mum said, and they went back to the front yard and towards the main door.

Hermione unlocked it with her wand and walked into the porch, that acted as a hall: a small, square space with a couple of coat stands to the right, that then opened to the living room.

"Welcome home," greeted one of the coat stands suddenly, making a small bow and causing Hermione's parents to jump away. Mrs Granger let out a shriek, while Mr Granger shouted, eyes wide, "What the —?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot!" said Hermione.

"Hermione, the coat stand is talking!" exclaimed her mother, still white as a sheet and clutching her chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I gave you a fright, madam, nothing further from my intentions," added the coat stand, his voice contrite. "I'd offer to take your coats or hats, but you're not wearing any."

"You must forgive him," said the other one. "He's never understood the concept of being discreet and inconspicuous. 'A good coat stand serves its masters without anyone barely noticing its presence,' I always tell him, but he's young and eager."

"Well, this is my first position serving a family, and I'm afraid I was too eager. My most sincere apologies, sir, madam."

"Er — it's okay, I just — it's okay," said Hermione's mother. "I suppose it's nice, once you get accustomed to it …"

Ron shrugged. "Not my thing, to be honest, but they were a gift from the real state agency."

"Come on, we'll give you a tour," said Hermione.

The hall opened directly to the large living and dining room that occupied practically half of the ground floor, from one side wall to the other. To the right of the hall, almost at the centre of the front wall was a big fireplace. In front of it there was a beautiful coffee table and surrounding it there was a large, very comfortable couch, a loveseat and two matching armchairs. The floor, made of wood, was here covered by a rug, making the area look cosy and inviting. Between the sitting area and the western wall, just in front of the kitchen door, there was a dinner table surrounded by chairs, placed in front of windows on the North and West walls. Next to the window on the western wall there was the door Mrs Granger had mentioned before, and then there was the kitchen, which occupied the Southwest corner of the house.

After the kitchen, there was a hallway with two doors — one on each side — and a third one at the end. The door on the right opened to the kitchen, the one on the left belonged to the library (which occupied almost the rest of the ground floor) and the one at the end allowed access to the backyard.

On the left (eastern) side of the room, there was a window between the hall and the side wall, which was completely bare. Close to that wall, on the wall opposite them, there was a door to a small loo. Next to it was built-in cupboard, and then was the staircase to the first floor, which went up from right to left, with the start near the beginning of the hallway.

"And I believed our living room was large," commented Hermione's mum, looking around. "This is what you call space. It didn't look this big in the photos you showed me."

Hermione smiled, happy with her mum's approval. "I know. It's one of the things we both loved about the house. Of course, now it's very empty, but I plan on putting shelves all along that wall" — she pointed to the left, windowless one — "on both sides of the fireplace and probably some kind of cabinet between those windows," she finished, indicating the corner between the front and western walls.

"Sounds nice," said her mum. She looked at Ron. "But — what do you think, Ron? Do you agree?" she asked, apparently serious, yet you could see the mischievous glint in her eyes and the way the corners of her mouth curved into a teasing smile.

"Decorating is not my thing," he responded. "I just wanted a large couch and a fireplace. The rest is Hermione's decision, which, by the way, I always knew would be shelves and shelves for books, even if we already have a library."

Hermione's parents laughed. "Wise man, Ron," commented William.

"Oh, please, I inherited my love for books from someone, you know," she huffed.

"We know, honey, but you took it to a whole new level."

After the living room, they showed the Grangers the kitchen, which was rather spacious as well. It had two windows — one to the West and another to the South —and another door to the backyard, which, like the one in the hallway, was on the southern wall instead of on the side one. There was a long counter along the western wall, with plenty of cupboards, a large freezing cabinet in the corner between the southern and hallway walls and a near the door to the living room.

They crossed the door to the hallway, and Hermione moved towards the one in front of it. "And this is my favourite room in the house," she announced. She opened the door wide, beaming, and her eyes met Ron's. "It was a gift from Ron — Well the furniture, I mean."

"Oh, Hermione, it's amazing," said her mum in awe upon entering.

The room was quite big. It contained a very nice and large desk — enough for two — just in front of the window on the southern wall. The rest of the walls were covered by shelves and shelves, some of them already filled with books, though most of them were still empty. The entire floor was covered by a rug, and there was a small fireplace attached to the eastern wall of the house. Contrarily to the other rooms, this one was not rectangular, as the small loo took some space in that corner, though not much.

In front of the fireplace, was a very small table and the most comfortable armchair Ron could find. It had a reclining back and, when given three quick taps on the right arm, unfolded an attached footrest for maximum comfort.

Upon seeing the house, they had decided this would be a good place for a study, so they could complete work at home sometimes. However, after burying it, Ron had been thinking about doing something for Hermione and, as he had Monday and Tuesday free, he had decided to surprise her. So he had gone to Wizardrobes, the company of magical furniture they had hired to furnish the house, and had bought the desk, the rug, the armchair, the table and all the shelves, besides a good collection of books from Flourish and Blotts. This way, Hermione could have a space to read — or work — comfortably and peacefully if he was in the living room, because he was determined to have a TV, having got accustomed to the one they had in the flat. Of course, having electronic devices in a magical house was not as easy as in a flat, but Fred and George had managed to make a charm that shielded them (as long as there wasn't too much magic around).

Hermione had seen it on Tuesday afternoon, when they had come to get the living room furniture installed. He would never forget her face of utter incredulity, or the way in which she had looked at him. He wouldn't ever forget, either, the way they had used the desk for the first time, when she had demanded him to fuck her on it, request to which Ron had obliged rather willingly. He still could see her, her tits bouncing as he fucked her hard and fast, her legs around him —

"— Ron."

"Er — what?" he asked, shaking his head and hoping his ears — and his cock — wouldn't betray him.

"I said this is an amazing and very thoughtful gift, dear. It must have cost you a fortune," explained Mrs Granger, looking at him tenderly.

"Well, I've been saving a lot since I got into the Auror Office, and, after all, we were able to pay for the house with the money we put aside from our Order of Merlin prizes … And —" he rubbed his neck, "you see, I never had the money to make really good gifts, so I thought this was a good occasion for that."

"Oh, Hermione, this boy is a gem. Don't let him go!"

"I don't plan to," assured a smiling Hermione, the gleam in her eyes telling him he hadn't been the one to think about their first shag in their new home.

"Well, now you've got room for all the books you have at home, dear," added her father.

"And for many, many more, once we install the shelves in the living room," Hermione added.

"And, talking about prices …" started her father as they all left the study and moved along the hallway to the beginning of the staircase. "How much did you say this cost you? 29,100 galleons, was it?"

"Yes," nodded Hermione. "We saved 30,000 from our award money, and the idea was using just 25,000, but as Ron said, he's already saved a lot and we both ear a really good salary so we decided we wouldn't mind using all of that for the house. What we really wanted was not to worry about mortgages and such."

"A galleon is worth about five quid, isn't it? That hasn't changed?"

"No, it's still five exactly."

"So around 145,000£. It probably is the most expensive house in the entire village, especially considering it's not furnished. But it's really large, very well maintained, and the property is quite vast, so I say it's a good price."

"Yeah," said Ron. "Well, I'm no expert in house prices, of course, and usually wizarding houses are cheaper than Muggle ones. But we asked for one that had been Muggle originally, because we want to have some Muggle things here. There were others already ready to move in, with everything necessary, but we preferred it empty — save the kitchen — so we could decorate it in our own way. This one was perfect because they got rid of the old furniture when they reformed it last year."

"And we cannot forget this agency is the best one, which means it's the most expensive as well. But they're very discreet and take care of everything," added Hermione.

"Yes, we needn't worry about anything: Floo connection, privacy charms, dealing with all the paperwork — both Muggle and magical — they deal with all that. Even setting the phone and connecting to the electrical network." He looked at Hermione. "Is that how it's called?"

"Yes," nodded Hermione, smiling.

Happy he had got that right, Ron continued, "Of course, all the lighting is magical, but to use a TV and a computer you need electricity."

"Ahh, a computer!" exclaimed Hermione's dad, laughing. "I like to see I got you hooked on Muggle technology!"

Ron blushed a bit. "Well, I loved it when you showed me yours … and that game we played over Easter was really fun …"

Hermione arched an eyebrow. "You want a computer to play games?"

"Well, not just games, you can organise things with it, right? Using those sheets and such."

"You know that we've got charms that do that, don't you?"

"Yes, but — I like one."

Hermione laughed and shook her head. "Okay, we'll get one, that way I can have you entertained when I need some peace to read."

"Hey, already trying to get rid of me?" Ron protested.

"Well, it was you who said the library was for when I got tired of you and needed some quiet, after all," she replied and her parents laughed.

Ron had to concede the point.

They went upstairs and stopped at the top. As the staircase was more or less in the centre of the house, the hallway had to border it. It started at a window in the eastern wall that went to the staircase, then bordered it completely, finishing just behind it, with a railing separating it from the stairwell.

The house had four bedrooms and a large bathroom in this floor, distributed around the staircase and the hallway. The bathroom was the room to the left of the stairs (occupying the Northeast corner of the house). On the southern side there were two bedrooms and past them, in the Southwest corner, the master bedroom (which had its own large bathroom). Then the last two doors behind the stairs led to the last two bedrooms, one on the Northwest corner and the last one just next to the staircase.

"Well, you certainly have space," said Hermione's mum after visiting the master bedroom. "Your bathroom is amazing, and your bed must be the largest I've ever seen."

"That's so I can get away from Ron's snores," joked Hermione.

"Maybe it's so I can escape your cold feet," replied Ron.

Hermione's dad laughed. "Well, if each of you go to opposite sides you'll need a phone to talk to the other!"

"Don't exaggerate, Dad."

"Well, in any case, with three free bedrooms you've got plenty of space for children," added Mrs Granger in a too-much-casual voice.

Ron looked at her horrified, just like her husband.

"Mum!" yelled Hermione.

She smiled innocently. "What? It's the truth. Don't tell me you wanted all those big bedrooms so we can stay the night in case we don't feel like going back home."

They had talked about the future, of course, and Ron had thought about children with Hermione many times, but that was mostly during the war. He still wanted a family with her, but not anytime soon.

"Well, of course we want to get married and have children one day, but we're way too young for that," said Hermione.

"I couldn't agree more," nodded her father.

"I wasn't suggesting you started trying right now."

"Well, I hope not, because I started working last week. There's so much I want to do before having children."

"Well said, not more talking about children, I'm not nearly ready to be a grandad," said Mr Granger. Then, changing the subject, he declared, "Ron, Hermione, I like the house, you made a good purchase."

"Thanks. We still have to furnish the other bedrooms, though," said Ron.

"Well, you've got plenty of time for that." He made a pause, then added, "We haven't told you two anything, but since the moment you told us you had started looking for a house during Easter, Jean and I have been talking about a proper gift for you two. However, as we were not sure of what you would need, we postponed the decision until we had seen the house. To be honest, you don't really need anything, but I think I've come up with the perfect gift."

"Have you?" asked his wife, curious.

He nodded, grinning. "Hermione, Ron," he said rather solemnly, "you won't have to buy a TV. We'll give one to you, as a gift."

Ron widened his eyes, caught by surprise. "Whoa! Really?"

"Dad, you don't have to —"

"We want to," he stated firmly. "You're our only daughter and you're moving out of home; we've got to give you something. So, if you want a TV, I'll buy you a TV."

"Ron wants a TV, you mean," corrected Hermione, amused.

Mr Granger put an arm around Ron's shoulders, giving him a squeeze. "Well, okay, Ron wants a TV, and as we happen to like him a lot, we'll buy him a TV. We've got to make him a bit more Muggle, or Muggle-y, or however it is said."

Ron felt suddenly warm. He knew, of course, that Hermione's parents liked him, but hearing it in such a way meant so much to him. "I don't know what to say …" he muttered, still a bit shocked.

William laughed. "You haven't got to say anything, Ron."

"Thank you," he said. "That means a lot."

"Well, you've got your TV," said Hermione, amused. "Now it's time for some work if we want to move here today. Come on, let's get my things out of the car."

They had packed all her books and clothes — the ones she hadn't taken to Harry and Ron's flat — using Reducing Charms so all of it fit in the car's boot, therefore it didn't take time to unload it. They moved the books to the library and the bags with clothes to the bedroom. Instead of organising it all, though, they went to the kitchen to make tea before the Grangers went back to Bedford.

"Well, dears, we've got to get going," said Hermione's mum after she had finished her mug. "It's almost five, and you still have loads to do."

"Don't worry, Mum. We just have to pop into Ron's flat to get his things and what I've got there, but Harry and Ginny will help, so it shouldn't take us long."

"Still, it's getting late," Jean insisted. The Grangers got up and embraced both Ron and Hermione, her mum becoming a bit emotional. "Oh, it seems it was yesterday when we took you to that train, and now you've moved into your own home with your boyfriend …"

"Oh, Mum … You won't cry, will you?"

"Sorry, honey, you've got to forgive your old mum, it's just — It's just you're starting your own life, and I'm so proud of you."

Hermione hugged her harder. "I love you. Thanks for all your help."

"Yeah, thanks," added Ron.

"Oh, it was a pleasure. Pop in for dinner whenever you want, okay?"

Ron nodded. "We will."

"Remember, don't make plans for next Saturday, we're having that inauguration dinner," reminded Hermione. "It's also Harry's birthday, so we'll have a joint celebration."

"Don't worry, we wouldn't miss it for anything," said her father as they exited the house. He sighed. "Well, you're starting a wonderful but also hard stage in your relationship. Enjoy it. Just remember to be patient with the other, living together is not easy, and adapting takes time."

"I know," said Hermione. "Be careful going back, okay?"

"I always am, honey," said her dad.

"Ring us once you have the phone installed," added her mum.

Hermione nodded as her parents got into the car.

Her dad turned on the yard and then exited their property as Ron and Hermione waved at them. Ron wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they turned towards the house.

"Well, here we are," he said. "What do you wanna do?"

"What do I want to do?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow. "We've got to unpack, in case you've forgotten. And then we've got to pop into your flat to get your things."

"Right," nodded Ron.

They went back inside. Ron took care of the kitchen while Hermione went to the library. When he joined her a couple of minutes later, books were flying from the expanded boxes and filling the shelves under Hermione's direction.

Ron smiled. "I'm so grateful for magic," he commented, lowering his head to dodge a thick volume heading for one of the shelves. "I can't imagine having to put all of these in their place by hand."

"It makes things quicker, yes," nodded Hermione, opening another box. She looked at the books there, thinking where to put them, and then sent them to their place with another flick of her wand. Once all the books were in their place and ordered, she took four frames containing photos from the last box and put then on the shelves as well.

"Pictures?" Ron asked, teasing. "I was sure every nook would be filled with books."

"Don't be an idiot," she replied. "We've got plenty of space, and a few photographs will give the room a nice, familial touch."

"What about the rest of the frames?" he asked, pointing to the box.

"Those are for the living room," she said.

Ron nodded and looked into the box. One of the pictures stood out to him and he grabbed it, smiling. It was the one her parents had taken of them on the boat, in Sydney. It was a shame it was a Muggle photo, because he loved it. If he tried, he could still feel the breeze on his face as he had walked towards Hermione from the bar, and could see, as if it had been yesterday, the way she had turned and smiled at him, her curls moving wildly around her face. He wished he could put that image in a picture.

"I want that one on the mantelpiece," Hermione commented, taking him out of his reverie. "I love that photo," she added, leaning against him and resting her head on his shoulder.

"So do I," he replied, smiling at her. "You look so incredibly beautiful, Hermione."

Her eyes brimming with emotion, she looked up and kissed him in the mouth, her hand caressing his cheek. "Thanks, Ron."

"We look happy, don't we?" he asked, looking at the picture again.

"We do. Because we are happy. Well, I am, at least. Very happy. I hope you are as well."

"How could I not be?" he replied. "I'm with you."

She kissed her again, and this time they embraced for quite a long time as they mouths moved together, while all around them the books floated and finished getting to their right places.

Once they were done in the library, they went upstairs, to their bedroom. Hermione opened her bags and the large wardrobe next to the window on the southern wall, then used her wand to put her robes and Muggle clothes on it. While they hanged or folded themselves, depending on the item, she began to put her underwear in the two lower drawers of her bedside table.

"Need help with those?" he asked, grabbing a tiny pair of black lace panties and twirling them around his forefinger.

She stared at him. "Ron! My underwear are not toys. Give me my knickers, please."

"I prefer to take them off you, to be honest."

She shook her head. "Are you going to be helpful or — Mmmmphhh!" she moaned when he cupped her cheeks and kissed her, hard. She tried to pull apart at first, but then relented and surrendered to the kiss, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. Ron continued kissing her, his tongue seeking hers inside her mouth. He pulled her closer to him and moved his hands over the thin fabric of her t-shirt, then down to cup her ass.

"You've been driving me mad all day with these shorts," he whispered as he peppered her left cheek with kisses. "Completely and utterly mad," he added before taking her earlobe between his teeth. Hermione moaned again.

"Ron, I — I was unpacking and we still —"

"Shhh, this is our first snog in our bedroom, Love. Let us enjoy it, right?"

She looked as if about to protest, but then seemed to change her mind and captured his mouth again, resuming the snog. Ron squeezed her ass harder, and she pressed her body against his. she jumped a bit and wrapped her legs around his waist with practised ease. He moved them past the bedside table and pressed her back against the wall. The kiss intensified and he began to thrust against her, his cock already hard as a rock.

"Ron …" she moaned before sucking again on his tongue.

"I want you, Hermione. Fuck, I want you so badly."

"Yes," she replied, making his cock jump in joy. "But we've got to be quick, Harry and Ginny promised to be here around six …"

"Hermione, we're in our home, we don't need to have quickies …" he protested, moving his lips to her slender neck.

"We'll take our time with each other tonight," she responded, her tone sultry and promising. "Now take your cock out and fuck me against this wall."

Ron grunted in response. Taking his own wand from his pocket, he waved it, making her shorts and panties disappear.

"You take my cock out," he whispered, and she moaned when he cupped again her now bare ass.

"So you'll be dressed while I'm half naked?"

"It turns me on," he said. "Come on."

Their mouths fused into another kiss as she moved her hands to his jeans, unbuttoning them. Manoeuvring, she managed to lower them a little and extract his steel-hard dick from his pants. He hissed at her touch and she moaned again, stroking it wantonly.

"It's so hard," she mumbled against his lips. "I want it inside my pussy, Ron."

"Fuck, yeah," he nodded, his hands massaging her ass cheeks with relish. He lifted her a bit, and she positioned the tip against her entrance.

"You're so fucking wet," he said, staring into her lust-filled gaze.

"You're so hard," she replied, then let her body fall a bit, taking him to the hilt inside her scorching hot cunt. "Ohhh, Ron …"

"Fuck, Hermione …"

They kissed again, and he started to move, fucking her against the wall. She felt so good, so hot and wet, and he wanted her so badly. There was something different, something almost magical, in having sex with Hermione in their bedroom, the one that was truly theirs. He couldn't say what it was, but it made it even better than doing in her bedroom at her parents', or at The Burrow, or even at his room in the flat.

Maybe it was because this room represented not just their present, but their future.

"Harder, Ron, harder."

"Fuck, 'Ermionee," he growled, slamming into her with force and purpose. He didn't want to hurt her, but it seemed that was the last of her worries, the way she was clutching at him, her legs pulling him more into her. "Shit, you feel so good … your pussy … fuck …"

Hermione snogged him again, wildly, and they rutted against each other, seeking that moment of pure bliss that was cumming with the other. And maybe it was that thing that Ron could not explain, or maybe it was they had been hornier than he had even realised, but, soon, quite soon, he felt on the verge of cumming. She was as well, because she broke the kiss and tilted her head backwards, moaning loudly.

"I'm so close, Ron … So close! Oh, gods, don't stop … don't stop!"

"Fuck, I'm close too. Let's cum together, Love … I wanna cum while your pretty pussy tightens around my prick …"

"Then hurry up!" she yelled, her pants becoming heavier and more erratic. "Hurry up because I'm there! I'm there, Ron!"

"Fuck, me too! Cum for me! Milk my cock!"

"Ron, Ron, Roooon! Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods! Like that! Like that!" she chanted as he pounded her relentlessly. "Fuck me like that!"

Ron felt her pussy flutter around him and he let go, his balls contracting before firing their load. "Oh, fuck, Hermione! I'm cumming, too! I'm cumming! Fuckfuckfuck!"

Hermione kissed him again, depriving him of much needed air, but he replied in kind, snogging her as they rode out their orgasms.

Finally, sated, he lowered them both to the floor, panting heavily.

"Merlin, Hermione …"

"Uh-huh," she agreed, smiling brightly. "Not bad for our first time here."

"Fuck, you can say that …" agreed Ron.

They fell silent for a moment, enjoy the afterglow, when Hermione let out a laugh. Ron looked at her and saw her shook her head.

"What?" he asked, intrigued.

"Nothing. It's just that it is curious that now we're in our own house, alone, we barely took any clothes off. You didn't even uncover my breasts."

Ron laughed as well. "Yeah, we're something else, aren't we? We are in our room, with the biggest bed in the world and didn't even use it. Isn't that weird?

She chuckled. "It is, but I didn't mind very much it was against the wall. It was mind-blowing, and this way we can try the bed for the first time tonight."

He arched an eyebrow at her. "And what makes you think I'll want more sex tonight?"

She stared back at him, as if saying, 'really'? "Ron, I only have to bend over in front of you and you'll be hard as a rock for me."

Ron gazed at her for a bit, his expression serious, and then shrugged, grinning at her. "I won't bother trying to deny that."

She giggled happily. "Don't worry, Love, is one of the things I love the most about you."

"My cock, uh? And I was convinced you were with me for my charming personality."

"Sorry, honey," she said in mock sympathy, caressing his cheek with the back of her right hand. Ron grabbed it and pulled her towards him, tickling her and making her laugh.

They rested together, enjoying the silent company of the other for about five minutes, and then got up. After using a Cleaning Charm on their bodies, Ron buttoned his jeans while Hermione grabbed her knickers and shorts, which Ron had vanished to the floor. Together they finished unpacking her things, sharing the occasional kiss every time they crossed paths, both grinning like idiots.

Once done, they went back down to the living room.

"I was planning on going to Wizardrobes on Monday, after work," commented Hermione, arms folded as she contemplated the room. "I want to get this room finished. It's so large, and it looks quite naked without more furniture."

"Okay," nodded Ron. "We could paint it as well. This white colour is a bit cold, don't you think?"

"I reckon it is, yes."

"I was thinking about a nice shade of orange. It would look good with brown shelves and a couple of posters from the Chudley Cannons …"

Hermione stared at him, frowning. "Orange? Ron, I'm not having an orange living room in my house. And when exactly did we agree on putting Quidditch posters on the walls?"

"What's wrong with orange?" he countered. "It's a nice, bright colour, and I happen to like my posters, you know."

"You had plenty of posters in your bedroom at The Burrow."

"Don't compare, I'm talking about those the team signed just for me when Harry and I went to see them on my birthday."

"Ron, we're not putting posters on the living room," she stated, her tone final.

"Hermione, they're signed by Qulhart Carlsson. Qulhart Carlsson," he repeated, as if it would mean anything to her, "the best chaser the Cannons have had in half a century!" he argued.

"I don't care if they're signed by Merlin himself, Ron. No posters. We'll put a few paintings."

"Paintings?" he replied. "Paintings of what?"

"Forests, the sea, something like that. They'll go well with the walls if we paint them a very light blue …"

"Blue? Blue is better than orange?" he asked, in a tone of absolute disbelief.

"Anything would be better than orange, Ron."

"Anything? Even black, you mean?" he countered.

"Well, of course not! Honestly, Ron, what kind of fool would paint the living room in black?"

"You just said —"

"Well, well, well, welcome to row house, witches and wizards!" someone exclaimed loudly, making Ron and Hermione jump in shock. Turning towards the hall, Ron with his wand already out, they saw George and Fred in there, looking at them extremely amused.

"When the hell did you come in!?" demanded Ron.

"Half a minute ago."

"And it didn't cross your useless brains to knock before coming in?" said Ron, scowling at them. "You two gave us quite a fright!"

"The door was unlocked, and it's not our fault you were too busy arguing about painting colours you didn't hear us," replied Fred.

"Yeah, we could have stolen half your possessions had we wanted to, which, taken into account you're an Auror, Ron, has me deeply worried. After all, we own a very profitable business, and if you're the best the Auror Office has to offer, we'll have to consider hiring private security, don't you think, Fred?" teased George.

"Very true," nodded Fred.

Ron felt his ears burn. "Oh, go to hell, you two!" he spat.

"Lovely, but no, we'll wait here for Harry and Ginny. But you two carry on if you will, don't mind us," added Fred. "We'll just sit and enjoy the show."

"Shut up," snapped Hermione.

"No, seriously, go on. I want to see who wins," insisted George. "It's always entertaining seeing you two rowing."

"We were not rowing, just discussing options," corrected Hermione.

"Of course you were," nodded Fred, smirking at her.

"By the way, what are you doing here?" demanded Hermione, glaring at them.

"Well, as you're moving in, we thought we'd help."

Ron narrowed his eyes at them. "Help? Since when are you two so eager to help, especially when no one has asked you?"

"Those words offend us deeply," said George dramatically. "You helped us last year, with the shop, so we, in our infinite kindness, decided it's just fair if we return the favour. Besides, the other time we came there was no furniture at all."

"Yeah, we wanted to see what you had done with the place," added Fred. He looked around. "It's not bad, though I'm shocked there're no shelves everywhere."

Hermione's cheeks reddened a bit. "We haven't decided what we want yet."

"'We'?" laughed Fred. "You mean you, right? You can't let our idiot brother make any important decision. He wanted to paint the living room in orange, for Merlin's sake."

Ron felt himself blush. "Shut the fuck up, Fred."

"For your information, your brother picked all the furniture for the library and he did a wonderful job," replied Hermione hotly, getting defensive, and Ron felt instantly better. Okay, maybe an orange living room was a stupid idea, after all …

Fred and George raised an eyebrow in disbelief, so Hermione demanded them to go and see it.

"Okay, that wasn't bad at all," admitted Fred after inspecting the room. "Too many books for our taste, but I suppose it's your thing."

"Are you sure Ron decorated it?" added George.

"He did. As a gift for me."

"Ohhh, Fred, our Ronniekins is a romantic!" he exclaimed in an overly dramatic voice.

"Who could have imagined?"

"If you two don't shut your gobs I'll make sure the Security Charms don't include you."

"How rude of you, taking into account we came here to help."

"As I already told you, no one asked you to. Harry and Ginny said they'd help and it's enough."

"That's okay. We'll grab a drink and we'll sit here and watch, then," said Fred matter-of-factly. "That last think we want is to be if your way."

Ron was about to reply when the doorbell rang. He moved past his brothers and went to the door, opening it and revealing Harry and Ginny.

"Hi, Mate," said Harry, smiling.

"Hi," said Ron, moving to the side to let Harry and Ginny enter.

"What are you two doing here?" asked Ginny, surprised, when she saw her brothers.

"We came to help," explained George.

"Help? You two?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in complete disbelief.

Fred frowned. "Hey, what's with you and Ron? One would say we're lazy, unhelpful pricks."

"That's because you're lazy, unhelpful pricks," piped up Ron.

"Said the hardest worker in the family," retorted Fred.

"Have siblings for this," added George, shaking his head.

"Enough with the sibling banter," interjected Hermione, moving forward to greet Ginny and Harry. "Thank you for coming. It shouldn't take long to bring what's left of our things here."

"You're welcome," said Ginny, grinning. "You promised dinner, after all."

"So you get thanks and dinner, and we get frowns and scolding?" asked George in mock offense. "Astounding."

"You can help if you want," added Hermione, rolling her eyes. "And yes, you're invited to dinner as well."

"Are they?" asked Ron.

"They're your brothers, of course they are."

"Hermione, we love you."

"More than that prat we call our brother, for sure."

Ron showed them the finger, and Harry and Ginny laughed.

"Ron!"

"What? They deserved it."

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, for heaven's sake, let's get going."

Between the six of them, it took them less than thirty minutes to get all things from the flat to the house, so, by half past six they were done and ready and ready for dinner.

"So — what's in the menu?" asked Fred.

"I put an order at a pizza restaurant in Bedford this morning, it should be enough for all of us."

"Bedford?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"A bit far away, isn't it?"

"You are aware we can Apparate, right?" commented Fred.

"Seriously, if you and Ron are the future of the Auror Office, we're screwed," added George.

"Oh, shut up," said Harry, blushing a little.

"I put the order there because it's a restaurant I know," explained Hermione. "I ordered them for seven o'clock," she added, checking her watch. "I'll go there now to fetch them and ask them to add another, as now we're six. You can set the dinner table meanwhile."

"I'll go with you," offered Ginny.

"Thanks, Ginny," smiled Hermione.

So, half an hour later, the six of them were eating pizza and drinking pumpkin juice, water and coke.

"I like your choices for the house," commented Harry at some point. "It's starting to look homely, though you need to finish this room soon, it is too big to be this empty."

"I know," agreed Hermione. "That's my top priority. And I want to furnish the rest of the bedrooms as well. Not now, but soon. It's odd seeing them so naked."

"Didn't Mum have anything to say when she saw the house?" enquired George. "She had quite the list of 'suggestions'" — (he wiggled the first two fingers of each hand) — "the first time she came to our flat."

"I told her to leave her suggestions to herself," said Ron.

George stared at him, astonished. "And she listened to you?"

"Yeah."

"It must be because she knew you were moving in with Hermione, and she trusts her completely," added George, smirking. "If it was you alone …" he added, letting the sentence unfinished.

Hermione laughed while Ron scowled.

"Harry and I have been living alone for almost a year, you know."

"Sorry, remind me how many times you two bring food from The Burrow every week?"

At this, Ron felt his ears redden. Harry blushed a bit as well.

"Leave it, Mate, you can't win this one," he said, and the other four laughed. Once they stopped, Harry asked, "By the way, when are you going to connect to the Floo Network?"

"Next week," answered Ron.

"But you haven't picked a name for the house yet, haven't you?"

"Nope."

"I told you, you should call it 'Row House.'"

Ginny almost choked on her pizza.

"R — cough! — Row House, you said?" she asked, gaping at her brother.

"Yep," nodded George, proud of his own cleverness. "It's Ron and Hermione's house, after all."

"George, shut up," warned Ron.

"You know what? It's not a bad name," said Harry, thoughtful. "I mean, it's surrounded by a row of cedar trees, after all …"

"Well, yeah, but —"

"No 'buts,' it's decided," stated George.

"Excuse me, but since when has the name of our house become open for public discussion?" asked Hermione, frowning.

"It's not, but when someone has the best idea ever, you've got to go with it, Hermione."

"Your concept of 'best idea ever' and mine are quite different, George."

"I like the name, too," piped up Ginny.

"What? You almost choked when you heard it!" exclaimed Ron.

"Yeah, the first time is a bit shocking, but once you think about it, it fits …"

"Are you all mad?" asked Ron.

"We're perfectly sane," responded Fred. "Maybe it's you who's not right in the head. Now — what's for dessert?" he asked, changing the subject completely.

"Ice cream."

"Excellent! Bring it in, future sister-in-law!"

"I'll bring it in," said Ron before Hermione, who had opened her mouth, could reply that, just because she was the woman, it didn't have to be her the one getting up to bring more food to the table.

After dinner, the six of them sat on the couches, talking and sharing a few drinks, until half past nine or so, when Harry, Ginny, George and Fred got up to leave.

"Well, thank for your help," said Hermione as they gathered next to the entrance hall. "To the four of you," she added.

"That's better," nodded Fred with an approving grin.

Harry sighed, looking around. "It'll be odd not having you at the flat," he told Ron. "You've got your own home now … It sounds so grown up …"

Fred snorted. "Grown up, Mate? It's Ron you're talking about …"

"Will you stop picking on me?" grunted Ron.

"Okay, okay, we know when we're not wanted. Come on, George, let's leave the Golden Trio to cry over their separation."

"Yes, we don't need to see them all teary and red-eyed. See you on Sunday, gits."

"Or tomorrow. Who knows?" added Fred with a shrug. "We might come for another visit, those armchairs are really comfortable …"

Ron narrowed his eyes. "You've got your own armchairs. In any case, you'd better wait to be invited before entering."

"Why? We're family."

"Maybe you're not aware, but I'm living with my girlfriend," pointed out Ron.

Harry grimaced and looked at the twins. "Believe me, do as he says if you don't want to be scarred for life," he advised.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're such a prat, Harry," she said, though her cheeks were slightly pink.

The twins' eyes lit up. "What are we missing? What have you seen?" Fred asked eagerly.

"Oh, for Merlin's oldest socks, will you fuck off already!?" exclaimed Ron.

"Okay, okay. Goodbye, you prats," said Fred, before exiting the house with George, both of them laughing.

"Idiots," muttered Ron.

"Well, we'd better get going as well," said Ginny. "Thanks for dinner."

"Enjoy your house," added Harry. "It's really nice. Maybe we should start looking for one as well, Ginny …"

Ginny stared at him. "What's the hurry? I like the flat," she replied. "Especially now we've got it all to ourselves," she added suggestively.

Harry grinned while Ron groaned. Ginny laughed at his brother's discomfort, pulling on Harry's sleeve as she moved towards the door.

"See you on Sunday, then," said Harry, looking at his best friends. "I'll miss you."

"We'll miss you as well, Harry. Thanks again."

Ginny leaned against Harry and whispered, "Don't worry, Love, I'll make you forget."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, go away, the two of you, before you make me throw up."

Harry and Ginny laughed again as they walked out the house, and then they Disapparated.

"Well, alone at last," Ron commented with a sigh after closing the door, putting his arms around her waist.

She nodded. "Yes. In our home."

"Our home. Still sounds odd, you know, but in a wonderful way."

"It does."

They stared into each other's eyes and then leaned towards the other, kissing tenderly. However, after a bit, it turned more passionate and Ron moved his mouth from her succulent lips to her jaw, then her neck.

"Ron, we should wash the dishes … and the table … Ohhh …"

"We should, but I'd rather wash your entire body … with my tongue …"

"Oh, gods …"

"Do you want that, Hermione?" he whispered sultrily, his hand moving between her legs and rubbing her pussy over her shorts. "Do you want me licking every inch of your sexy, delectable body?"

"Yes, Ron, yes. Now."

Kissing her again, he scooped her into his arms and began to move towards the staircase. In his eagerness, he almost tripped on the first step, making Hermione clung onto his shoulders.

"Ron, maybe you should put me down …"

"Nah, it's okay," he replied and kissed her again as he climbed up the stairs. Slowly and carefully, he took them to their bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind them.

When they reached the bed, he laid her onto it and hovered over her, claiming her sweet mouth once more, his right hand creeping over her side to cup her breast over her t-shirt and bra. She whimpered into his mouth and he swallowed it greedily, eager to elicit more of those sexy sounds from her.

Leaving her lips, he moved down her slender neck. She tilted her head to give him access, her hands moving to tangle in his hair. He used his own to push up her t-shirt, hungry for her skin, and she arched her back to allow it. He lifted her head to take it off her, and then buried his face in her cleavage, relishing in the soft feel of her creamy boobs. He kissed all over them, his hands caressing her sides with fervour.

"Ron, take it off …" she pleaded.

Ron smiled against her and slid his hands under her back. It took him some effort, but he managed to unclasp it. The moment it was open, Hermione lowered the straps down her arms and threw it away.

"You said you were going to lick every inch of my skin …"

"And I will. Fuck, you look so hot, and tasty … your tits … Fuck, Hermione."

"Suck them," she demanded, putting his hands on his neck and pulling him towards her chest. He let her guide him and then latched his mouth around her nipple, sucking hungrily. She moaned, encouraging him, and Ron put his other hand on her free breast, massaging it with relish. After a bit, he switched mounds, sucking equally greedily on the other until it was lavished as well, then he moved lower on her body. As he kissed her stomach, he unbuttoned her shorts and lowered the zip, then yanked both trousers and panties down her smooth legs. He kissed all along her right leg, following her clothes, until they were off. With her legs now free, he knelt between them contemplating her in all her nude glory, and then resumed kissing her legs and thighs, moving from one to the other as she squirmed in pleasure. Once he reached her navel, he jumped to her stomach, avoiding her pussy — something not easy, giving how good she smelt. She let out a moan of protest, bucking her hips and opening her legs wide in invitation, yet he continued towards her side. After making another brief detour to her tits (they simply were too succulent to ignore), he raised his body and, with a sudden movement, made her roll onto her stomach.

"Ron!"

"Shhhh," he said, lowering his face to her back, which he began to kiss while his hands grabbed her hips and ass. She moaned again an gave a jerk with her head, making her hair fly to the side and baring her upper back and nape. He moved up her spine, her soft kisses giving her gooseflesh and making her shiver, until he reached her neck, which he bit playfully. She squirmed under him and Ron slid his hands under her stomach and up, cupping her tits and squeezing them.

"Ohhh, Ron …"

"You taste so good, Hermione," he whispered against her ear. "I love your skin. I love your tits …"

"Ron … Oh, mmmmh …"

Smirking, he went back down until he reached her ass, then put his hands on each cheek, squeezing with relish, his mouth watering at the sigh. After another good squeeze, he began to kiss her bum, sometimes even biting those juicy cheeks. After peppering her entire ass with kisses, he spread her buttocks, revealing her asshole, and started to lick all around it.

"Oh, Ron, yes!" she moaned, lifting her ass up, making it even sexier for him, and he plunged his tongue into her hole, swirling it around. She bucked her hips, whimpering in pleasure. Deciding he had tortured her enough, he slid one hand between her legs from behind and traced her wet slit with two fingers until they were at her clit, which he began to rub.

"Oh, ohh, yes!"

Spurred by her moans, he moved his tongue faster and rubbed harder, applying the exact amount of pressure on her clit as he massaged it in circles, pressing her thumb against her hole but without penetrating at first. It wasn't until she was moaning and trashing that he forced the thumb in, using it to touch that special spot on her front wall while he kept massaging her nub.

"Ohh, ohhhh, Ron, yes! Please, don't stop, don't stop! Ohhhh, don't stop, I'm getting close! I'm so close, Ron!"

Ron groaned and kept tonguing her ass while he finger-fucked her expertly. He wanted her to cum, and to cum explosively.

"Ron, Ron, I'm right there! Oh, gods, right there!" she cried, bucking her hips and fucking his hand and tongue. "Fuck, keep going, keep going, I'm — Oh, ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuck!" she screamed loudly as she came, her pussy and ass tightening around his finger and tongue. He kept working on her as she writhed on the mattress, prolonging her climax and making it even more intense.

Finally, when her body sagged, sated, he took his face from between her cheeks, giving each a kiss, before rolling her onto her back.

"Mmmh, Ron, that was wonderful …"

"But we're not done," he said, moving his mouth back to her round, delicious tits. "I haven't lavished your entire body with my tongue," he reminded her between sucks to her nipples.

"What are you —? Oh!" she began to ask, but stopped when he moved his hand back to her pussy.

"I haven't licked your perfect pussy yet …"

"Merlin, Ron …"

"Unless you don't want me to …"

"No, no, I do! I do, Ron!" she assured, spreading her legs wide. "Please, lick my pussy! Make me cum again!"

Ron's cock, already hard and desperate for her, twitched. Knowing her clit would still be too sensitive, he moved to her face and kissed her passionately. She threw her arms around him, pressing his chest against her. He groaned into her mouth, wishing he had undressed so he could really feel her tits squashed against his skin.

After snogging for a minute, he went downwards, making a new stop at her perfect, full, round tits, then continued across her belly, shoving his tongue playfully into her belly button before arriving at his destiny: her juicy, wet, dripping pussy.

"Fuck, I love your tight little pussy," he commented, caressing her trimmed hairs with his thumb as he watched. "So hot, so tight, so perfect for my cock …"

"Ron, don't tease me …" she begged, bucking her hips.

"You already came once, Naughty Hermione …"

"I want more. I need more, Ron. Please, make me cum and then you can do whatever you want to me …" she promised.

Ron's cock twitched, his mind swarming with all the perverted things he could to her delightful body, yet he tried to focus on her glistening, mouth-watering slit. Using his thumbs to part her folds, he gave her swollen clit a tentative lick. She reacted arching her back and bucking her hips even more, as if trying to fuck his face. Happy, he delved in, closing his lips around it and sucking with gusto.

"Oh, GODS! Oh, yes, Ron, like that! Suck my clitoris! Suck it!" she yelled, grasping strands of his hair and pushing him into her cunt while she bent her knees, raising her legs to trap his head between them.

Ron only groaned, he loved being held between Hermione's soft, toned thighs and her wet pussy, and sucked harder, moving his fingers to help along. He shoved his fore and middle fingers into her pussy and pressed his thumb against her asshole until it passed the tight ring of muscles.

"Ohhh, yes, Ron, yess! Move those fingers! Oh, gods, oh gods, oh gods! I'm coming, Ron! Oh, ohhh,, I'm coming!"

"Cum for me," he told her, lifting his head briefly before she shoved him back into her cunt, grinding against his face. Ron resumed sucking on her clit, pushing her towards the edge.

Ron was glad they had no close neighbours when she came, screaming his name to the heavens. Like before, he kept sucking and finger-fucking her, wanting her pleasure to last for as long as possible, until she couldn't stand it anymore and she pushed him off her, clenching her thighs together.

"No — more," she muttered, panting. "No more."

"You look so fucking hot, all flustered after having cum."

She smiled at his words. "You look good as well, but it would be even better if you were naked …"

He chuckled and began to take off his clothes. His first impulse was to throw them onto the floor, but the part of his mind not clouded by lust told him it would be better if he showed her he wasn't going to be a slob. So, even if justifiable in the current situation, he moved to the right and left all clothes on one of the chairs.

She laughed. "You know all those are going to the laundry basket, right, Ron? I wouldn't have minded if you left them on the floor, as long as you put them in the basket afterwards."

Ron felt his ears burn. Damn her for knowing him so well.

"Yeah, well …" he trailed off.

She laughed again. "It's okay, Ron. I appreciate it."

"This is our house, and though I'm a bit of a disaster, I want to do my part. We both work, after all."

"I know, Ron. And if you don't, be sure I'll give you a good telling off." She stretched her arm towards him. "Now come here."

He walked back to the bed and grasped her hand in his, and she pulled him towards her. He was about to lie by her side, but she shook her head and pointed to his hard and eager cock.

"I'm still a bit tired, but you can straddle my chest, right?" she said in the same way as if she were speaking about laying a table. It made him even hornier.

"Fuck, I definitely can."

"Then give me a treat, Ron …" she said sultrily.

Ron threw his left leg over her torso and knelt over her. She grabbed his hips and pulled him further up, so his balls were almost touching her breasts. She reached up for the pillow and brought it down so she could rest her head on it, then grabbed his cock and opened her mouth in invitation.

Ron groaned and moved a bit, angling his body and supporting his torso on his hands, allowing his dick to enter her mouth. The moment it passed her lips, she closed her lips around it and sucked. Hard.

"Oh, fuck …"

She smiled around him and put a hand on his bum, setting the rhythm. Ron moaned again, thrusting slowly and enjoying the fantastic way in which she was sucking him. Her other hand went to his balls, heightening the pleasure even more, and he couldn't help but move his right hand to her head, caressing and playing with her curls while enjoying the view. Hermione moaned around him and pulled harder, and he thrust deeper into her mouth, his eyes snapping shut involuntarily.

After nearly a minute or so, she pushed on his hip, forcing his cock out of her mouth. He was about to move away, thinking it was over, but she surprised him again by grabbing her tits, a wicked smile on her pretty face.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he groaned in delight, sitting straight and putting his member between her breasts. At once, she pressed them against him and he growled at the sight. Fuck, it had been a while since the last time he had had his dick between her perfect tits. Well, he wasn't going to waste such an opportunity, so he began to move his hips back and forth, sliding his aching dick between her juicy globes, the amounts of saliva she had left on the shaft helping a lot. "Bloody fuck, Hermione, I love your tits …"

She giggled, pressing them even tighter against him. "Really? Hadn't realised …"

"You cheeky witch," he replied, still moving his cock in that delicious channel. "I'd tickle you until you begged for mercy if I — if —"

"If you didn't have your cock between my tits?" she helped, amused.

"Yeah … If — fuck, feels so good …"

To his disappointment, however, that pleasure didn't last, as she released him after a very short time. But, before he could do more than open his mouth to protest, she raised her head, grabbed his hips and took his cock back into her warm mouth.

"Ah, fuuck …"

She didn't suck on it for long, but while she did, she did with fervour, bobbing her head fast and using her tongue in the most wicked ways. For a moment, he contemplated just cumming in her mouth before moving to other things, but that possibility was discarded when she stopped and looked up at him.

"Ron, I want you inside me."

He didn't need to be told twice, because he was dying to bury himself in her cunt, so he moved down her body quickly and settled between her legs, his aching length nestled between her wet, scorching folds.

"Hermione …"

She put her hands on his waist, wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down onto her. "Inside, Ron. Inside," she demanded

Fuck, she looked so pretty, with her hair spread around her head like a halo, her eyes sparkling with lust and love …

He kissed her, hard, and she responded with equal intensity. At the same time, she bucked her hips, trying to get his cock to slip into her. Wanting the same, he manoeuvred a bit and then pushed hard, causing her to gasp into his mouth when he entered her cunt, going balls deep in one stroke.

"Fuck," he muttered. "I'll never get tired of being inside your amazing pussy, Hermione …"

"Ron, move. I want to feel you moving inside … I want us to come …"

He kissed her again as he began to move, the sensation of her gripping muscles around his dick sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. As he sped up, fucking her harder and faster, he right hand crept up her side until it cupped her left breast, kneading it with relish.

They continued kissing, swallowing each other's moans as he pushed them towards the ultimate ecstasy. However, as their arousal grew, the need of air became too much and Ron lifted his torso, option to watch her flustered face as he pounded her harder and faster, his left hand gripping the duvet tightly in his fist. Hermione moved her hands over his back, digging her fingers into his flesh while bucking her hips to counter his frantic thrusts as in pursuit of her own climax.

"'Ermionee … Ungh, so close …"

"Me too, Ron. Gods, don't stop. Keep going like this. I love it like this, you feel so good inside me, Ron … Don't stop … Don't stop …"

"Never … Fuck, Hermione, you're so tight and hot and wet and so fucking good …"

"Ron … Oh, Ron …"

"Hermione, fuck, I'm cumming … Fuck, I'm cumming!"

"Don't stop!" she urged, her eyes wide open. "Don't stop!"

Ron grunted animalistically, pounding her pussy even harder as he exploded, flooding her hole with spurts and spurts of cum.

The moment she felt he was cumming, she moved her right hand to her clit and began to rub it fast, arching her back. He kept going, thrusting hard even though his orgasm was waning, until, quite suddenly, she was seized by her own powerful climax, her pussy spasming deliciously around him and milking him of his last drops.

"YESSSSSS! Oh, gods, gods, yessssss!"

Gritting his teeth, Ron kept thrusting hard, wanting her to enjoy it to the fullest, his hand still squeezing her tits. She thrashed under his unrelenting assault, stopping only when her body sagged, spent. Drained, her let his body fall on top of hers, panting heavily.

"Fuck, Hermione …"

"Mmmh, Ron …" she moaned happily, her hands still caressing his back. "It was wonderful …"

"I try to please," he said, grinning at her.

"Oh, you do. You definitely do …"

They kissed again, leisurely, and then he moved off her. His cock was still half-hard, though. After having spent more than ten minutes eating her out and seeing her climaxing thrice, cumming once was not enough. So, after resting for a bit, he began to caress her body once more, kneading her tits and groping her ass while his mouth moved over the column of her neck, eliciting new whimpers and soft moans that had him hard in less than half a minute. Hermione, noticing it against her hip, moved her hand down to grab it, making Ron gasp.

"I love it when it's hard," she muttered, gazing into his eyes as she stroked softly.

"You must love it a lot, then," he replied smugly.

"Yes," she nodded, her expression serious. "I love it a lot."

"Fuck, Hermione, do you know what hearing you say you love my cock does to me?"

"Tell me," she whispered huskily, her hand moving up and down a bit faster.

"You make me horny as hell. You make me so hard I can only think about pounding you raw ..."

She moaned softly then claimed his mouth in a wild kiss. Then, as they kissed, she pushed him, forcing him to roll onto her back and climbed on top of him, straddling his crotch. Ron groaned, his hands moving to her hips and ass. She kept kissing him as she ground her hips against him, his cock sliding along her wet slit in a delicious way.

"Hermione …" he managed to say against her demanding lips.

She continued as if she hadn't heard him, rubbing her entire body against him. Ron tried to control her with his hands, silently indicating what he wanted, but received the same response. Finally, after what seemed to be hours — probably just a minute or so — she lifted her hips and took hold of his dick, putting its tip at her drenched entrance. Then, looking directly into his eyes, she lowered her body, taking him to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck …"

She threw her head to the back, arching her torso — something that gave him a fantastic view of her large, round tits — and began to move, rolling her hips onto him.

"Ron you feel so good … your cock feels so good inside me … so hard, so big …" she moaned, letting her head drop between her shoulders, her curls cascading all around her face.

She was a fucking goddess.

"Ride it," he whispered, his hands grasping handfuls of her perfect ass. "Ride my cock. I want you to cum all over me."

"Yes … Oh, yes, Ron …"

Ron watched, enthralled, at the sensual way she moved, at the way her body arched and her tits bounced; he watched her expression, the way she opened her mouth slightly to let out the most erotic moans, the way she closed her eyes to savour it …

His cock throbbed, trapped inside her perfect pussy.

He let her ride him this way for a bit, until he couldn't resist it anymore and moved his right hand to her hair, pulling her down on top of him so he could kiss her with all his might. She whimpered against his mouth, yet she didn't stop moving and rolling her hips, tightening her cunt around his dick as if she wanted to devour it. His hands moved all over her body, caressing her back, stroking her sides, cupping and squeezing her ass.

He wished he had four hands. Or six, so he could worship every inch of her perfect body at the same time.

"I love you so fucking much," he muttered. "You're my world. You're everything, Hermione."

She looked into his eyes, her gaze full of love and desire, and then kissed him with even more fervour, moving her hips faster and adding to the amazing pleasure she was giving him.

After a bit, she broke the kiss and raised her torso, putting her hands on his chest for support and started riding him vigorously, her gaze so intense he was unable to stop staring into her eyes.

"I'm going to come on your cock, Ron," she moaned as she sped up, lifting her hips as high as she could before slamming down and taking all of him. "I'm going to come all over you, riding you … Gods …"

"Fuck, Hermione …"

"You're my everything, too … I — oh, gods — I love you, I want you all the time, Ron … I — Oh, gods, fuck …"

"Hermionee, fuuuuck …" he groaned, his eyes darting to between her legs, watching how her hot little pussy took his entire cock in every downthrust.

Watching him look at where they were joined seemed to spur her on, and she began to move even faster, to bounce harder on him, clearly seeking a new orgasm. Ron moved his hands to her tits and kneaded them, his thumbs rubbing her hard nipples in the way she loved. She arched her back again, pressing her chest more into his hands, her hips now a blur on top of him until the pressure became too much and she exploded, throwing her head backwards as she slammed down onto him. Hard.

"Ron, Ron, Ron! Oh, gods, gods, Rooon!" she shouted as she came powerfully, her pussy spasming around him as she continued rolling her hips, trying to maximise her pleasure. Ron groaned at the increased tightness and thrust upwards, wanting to help her along.

She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her mouth open in a silent scream as she rode her climax out frantically. Ron grunted and put his hands on her hips, pulling her against him as he pushed upwards, helping her move even though she no longer was able to. Exhausted, she fell on top of him, yet Ron kept thrusting. He held onto her ass, grabbing each cheek hungrily as he lifted her ass off the bed to fuck her hard from below. Her look and the feel of her perfect cunt spurred him on, forcing him to drive his cock deep into her pussy over and over and over again.

She came again, unexpectedly, howling, and that almost was Ron's undoing. However, he managed to hold back without stopping, fucking her through her orgasm until her body sagged completely, her face buried in the crook of his neck and under her hair.

Not wanting to cum yet, he stopped, panting.

"Gods, Ron …" she moaned, her voice weak and muffled.

Ron slid his hands through her curls and cupped her flushed cheeks, lifting her face so he could look at her.

"Did you like that?"

"Do you really need an answer?"

He let out a chuckle and then pulled her head down for a kiss. When she began to respond, he moved his hands to her back, wrapping her between his arms, and then rolled them over so he was on top.

"I want you to finish," she told him, spreading her legs to give him space. "Whichever way you want, Ron …"

"Shit, I will. I really need to cum, Hermione …"

"How do you want me?"

"Turn over," he demanded, getting to his knees.

She bit her lower lip sensually and did as told. Once on her stomach looked at him over her shoulder and raised her hips a bit, shaking her fantastic ass at him.

"Do you want anal?" she teased, moving her right hand to pull her cheek, revealing her tightest hole. "Do you want to fuck my ass and cum in it, Ron?

"Not today," he answered, his voice hoarse. "But I want you to lift it, to give me access to your delicious pussy."

"Mmmh," she purred. "It's all yours, Ron."

Ron settled between her legs, hovering over her back, and used his hand to position his cock at her entrance. The moment it touched her slit, she spread her legs further and stuck her ass up even more, almost making him rethink his answer of not wanting to finish in her asshole.

He stuck to his previous plan, though, so, in position to enter her pussy, he put his hands on either side of her shoulders and pushed, burying himself to the hilt in the hot, tight depths of her twat, his hips hitting her cheeks noisily.

Her cunt was heaven.

"Ohhh, Ron …"

"Fuck, you feel so good like this, Hermione …"

She turned her head again, and Ron lowered his face to kiss her. As he did, he put his legs outside hers and pressed them together, making her even tighter around his cock. "Unngh, bloody fuck, yeah …"

"Fuck me, Ron," she said, almost whimpering. "Fuck me."

"Shit, yeah, I'm gonna fuck you, hard and deep in your perfect pussy, 'Ermione …"

Lowering his entire body on top of hers, he slid his hands under her torso, cupping her tits. Hermione moaned again and shook her ass a bit, keeping it up for him. He nipped at her earlobe, giving a tentative thrust.

"Yes, Ron, yes … Fuck me hard … fuck me deep …"

He had moved slowly until now because he knew the moment he started he would lose control. Her words, however, and the tone in which she had uttered them proved to be too much for his crumbling self-control. He reared, raising his hips, and then slammed down hard against her ass, making the most satisfying noise and sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

Then he did again, and again, and soon was fucking her almost desperately, pounding her cunt with all his might. She squirmed under him, something that only made him wilder. His hips became a blur as he buried his prick deep in her over and over, his hands squeezing her tits with relish. He was lost in a sea of lust and pleasure, the control he had over her body making it even more primal, and soon he felt approaching his own release. Knowing there was no way he could delay it (and not wanting to) he bit her shoulder and then growled at her, "Look at me, 'Ermione! Fuck, look at me as I cum deep in your pussy!"

She managed to part the strands of hair that had fallen against her face and turned her head. He lowered his and stared into her eyes as he moved even more frantically, the sound of his hips and lower belly smacking her perfect ass filling the room completely.

"Gonna cum … Fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!"

"Do it. Cum in me, Ron. Deep. Fill me up with your semen, give me all of it!" she begged.

"Fuuuuuuck!" he shouted, pounding her as hard as he was able to. "Cumming! Fuuuuck, cumming in you! Cumming in your pussy! Oh, Hermione, Hermione, hermioh-kneeeeeee!"

"Gods, Ron!" she moaned as well when he finally buried himself in her to the hilt and stayed there, rolling his hips as if trying to reach deeper while his cock finished spurting in her snug hole.

"Aaah, Merlin, fuck …" he groaned, lying on top of her. He nuzzled her face with his nose and kissed her cheek before closing his eyes and resting his head on hers, his face buried in her curls.

He breathed her in as he recovered from the explosive, draining orgasm.

"Ron?" she said after a bit.

"Mmh?"

"You're crushing me," she said softly.

"Oh, sorry," he said, rolling off her. She turned around and put her head on his chest, draping her left arm over his belly.

"It's okay. Normally I like your weight on me, but on that position I felt a bit suffocated."

He smiled at her and kissed the top of her head, then stretched his arms and legs, happy and satisfied.

"I love that we bought the biggest bed available," he commented. "We could roll all over the mattress several times and not fall off it."

She giggled. "And I can get away from you when you're being too clingy at night."

"No, none of that," he denied, pressing him more into his body with his right arm. "I want your sexy body close. I love waking up with my cock nestled between your perfect ass cheeks."

"Pervert," she said, amused. She lifted her head a bit and looked at the bathroom door. "How does a shower sound? I'm all sweaty from the day and the sex."

"I say that's the most wonderful idea," he responded, his drowsiness vanishing as if by magic.

Grinning, Hermione pecked his lips before getting off him and out of bed. Ron gave a yawn and then followed her to the bathroom, which, like the rest of the rooms, were really spacious. It had a counter with a couple of basins and a large mirror in front of the door. To its right there was a really large bathtub (perfect for two people) and then a big shower stall. On the other side there was the toilet, a bidet and a cabinet with towels and other things. Hermione went to the stall and turned the water on, while Ron simply watched her ass and the sway of her hips, his cock hardening already. Hell, he could fuck her all day long and still want more.

Once she decided the water was hot enough, she got into the stall and Ron followed her. He watched for a bit as she applied shampoo to her hair and then grabbed some soap and began to lather her body in it, paying especial attention to her tits.

"Ron, I can wash my own body, you kno— ohhh!" she moaned when he slid a hand between her legs, touching her clit.

"You were saying, Love?"

"That I — Oh, Ron!" she moaned, again when he continued to rub her clit and pinched her nipple with the other hand.

"Yes?" he asked, his tone smug, pressing his body against her so she could feel his hard dick.

"No — nothing … Oh, oh, oh …" she kept whimpering, pressing back against him so her ass was rubbing against the lower part of his cock and his balls.

"I want you again, Hermione," he whispered against her ear, coating his left cheek with foam from her hair. "And you want me, don't you? I barely touched you and you're already moaning wantonly."

"Yes, Ron … Oh, gods, yes, yes, yes!"

Roughly, Ron turned her around and pushed her under the spray, washing the soap of her breasts, then lowered his head and took one into his mouth, sucking greedily while he continued to rub her clit. Meanwhile, he moved his free hand to her ass, kneading it, then pushed a finger between her cheeks to play with her puckered hole. Hermione put her arms around his neck, moaning continuously and getting him more and more turned on.

Finally, when he couldn't resist anymore, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her full on the mouth, with all the passion he could muster. Hermione, holding onto his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping his aching cock against her pussy.

"Against the wall once more?" he asked huskily.

"Yes," she replied, kissing him again.

Ron lifted her a bit by her bum, positioning his cock at her entrance, and then let her fall, impaling her on it and causing them both to moan in pleasure.

"Gods, Ron, you drive me completely mad … I don't know what you do to me … Fuck, I came five times, not counting our romp in the evening, and I want more … Oh, gods," she said, moving her hips quickly and expertly.

"That's — ah, fuck! — good, Love, 'cause I can't get enough of you, either. I want you all the fucking time, you feel so bloody good, tight and hot and wet around me …"

Letting out a loud moan, she kissed him again. Ron squeezed her ass, letting his finger to play with her asshole while helping her ride him. She looked completely wild, fucking him hard and fast, and Ron felt himself nearing the precipice quickly. Normally he was able to last longer, especially after cumming twice, but the way she was moving, and how hot she looked, all wet …

She beat him, however, her moans getting louder and louder as she raced towards to edge, her delightful pussy tight and perfect as it moved up and down his cock. He was about to speed up a bit when her orgasm came suddenly and almost unexpectedly, taking control of her body. She banged the back of her head against the wall as she cried in ecstasy, chanting his name.

"Ohh, Ron, Ron, fuck, Rooon!"

Ron grunted and fucked harder into her, not only to make it better for her, but to trigger his own orgasm, because he was getting tired. However, he felt her body sag before he could finish. Without her help, he just pressed them both against the wall to support her as she recovered a bit, both of them panting.

"Mmmh, that was soooo wonderful, Ron," she said, looking utterly satisfied. "Gods, your cock is amazing," she muttered, her voice dreamy as she peppered his face with kisses.

Ron let out a chuckle and captured her mouth with his.

"Your turn, right?" she asked a moment later, tightening her pussy around him and making him gasp. "I can't leave your amazing cock like this, right?"

"No, you shouldn't — Ah, fuck!" he swore when she clenched her muscles again.

He was expecting to finish fucking her against the wall, however, she had different ideas. Pushing him backwards, she jumped off him and then lowered herself to her knees, engulfing his cock in her mouth in one gulp.

"Oh, fuck!"

She began to suck hard and fast, bobbing her head with purpose while she massaged his bollocks eagerly, her other hand on his hips indicating she wanted him to fuck her mouth.

And fuck her mouth he did. Overwhelmed by lust, he began to move his hips fast, burying himself into her mouth every time. She sucked and licked, moaning around him and pushing his arousal to new heights in such a way that he was ready to cum in less than half a minute.

"Fuck, Hermione, gonna cum! Gonna —!"

But, when he was about to shoot, she released him with a pop. Ron, missing the hotness of her mouth, opened his own to protest, but could only let out a groan when she began to stroke his shaft hard and fast while still kneading his balls.

"Ooooh, shit!"

"Cum for me, Ron!" she demanded.

"Hermione, fuuuuck! Here it comes, here it — Ungghhhhh, fuuuuuck!" In the last second, she pointed his dick downwards and stuck her chest out, allowing him to spray her tits with thick globs of cum. The image caused a wave of intense lust to course through his body and he bucked his hips against her hand, shooting another couple of times and shuddering. Hermione beamed at him, still stroking his dick, then moved her face forwards, taking it back into her mouth to slurp on it and catch the last drops. "Hermione, fuck …" he moaned, still thrusting a bit while she cleaned him. "Merlin …"

"Better?" she asked when she finally released him.

Ron helped her to get back to his feet and then leaned against the wall, panting heavily. He nodded. "Amazing. It's been a while since last time I came on your perfect tits," he commented, looking at her chest.

Hermione followed his gaze and caressed herself, spreading his cum. Of course, under the water, it caused all of it to go down her body and to the drain, but the gesture was enough to make his cock twitch again.

"I know. I didn't know if I would be able to move my hips and help you finish, then I remembered that time at my parents', when we showered together and you told me you wanted to cum on them. I thought it would be a good way for you to finish," she trailed off, shrugging.

Ron cupped her cheeks and kissed her hard. "You're the most amazing girlfriend ever, I swear."

She laughed. "Well, you're not so bad yourself."

They dried off and went back to the room, playfully nudging and shoving each other, both with wide grins and feeling utterly happy.

Hermione moved to the dresser to grab some nightclothes, but Ron embraced her from behind and pulled her towards the bed. "No way I'm letting you put anything on. I want you naked."

She turned her head and stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Well, we're completely alone here and it's summer, I don't see the need to ever wear clothes inside the house. Unless you want to give me a show in your lingerie, of course."

She laughed. "Ron, we cannot be naked all the time, that's insane!"

"Why not? Our house, our rules. We can seal it, so everyone that might want to come buggers off, and then we can spend the entire weekend fucking in every room."

Ron looked at her with a smirk, expecting her retort, but instead found she had got that thoughtful expression on her face.

"Hermione?" he asked tentatively after a bit.

"Our house," she whispered, putting her hands over his on her belly. "This is our house, Ron," she said, as if trying to convince herself. As if they hadn't paid almost 30,000 galleons for it.

"Yeah, it is," he nodded. "Seems incredible, right? Two years ago, we didn't know if we'd be alive to see the new year, and now here we are. The war is over, our family is safe and sound, and we're still together, both with good jobs and owners of this big house. Sometimes I find it hard to believe, as if it were a dream and at any moment I would wake up."

She moved her head affirmatively. "Yes." She turned around between his arms before adding, "But if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up."

"Neither do I," he agreed before kissing her.

They snuggled together in the middle of their giant bed, tired but blissfully sated and completely happy, with the lights off. They could see the moon through the window between the wardrobe and the bathroom wall, filling the room with a soft, silvery glow that prevent it from being in absolute darkness.

"So, about us being naked all the time …"

"What?"

"I said that, now we're in our house, we could be naked all the time, or just in our underwear so we could have shags every time we cross paths …"

"Ron, we're not going to parade around the house in our underwear or naked. Occasionally, yes, but regularly, no."

"Why not? It would be wonderful, not having to bother with trousers … and seeing you in nothing but those sexy panties you wear would be a perk …"

Hermione scoffed. "Yeah, so you go around with a permanent erection? Not that you don't have one half the time we're together — but, despite how much I love having sex with you, I want to be able to do other things without you groping me all the time."

"I wouldn't grope you all the time," he lied.

"Yes, and Malfoy is going to live as a Muggle," she replied, sarcastic. "I want us to look presentable if someone comes, you know."

"If someone comes, we get dressed. Easy."

"Oh, yes, imagine my parents arriving and ringing the bell, and you saying, 'Hold a second, Will, Jean, while we put our clothes on.'"

"That's an exaggeration, they'd call us to tell us they're coming."

"Or not."

"They would."

"Okay, most surely they would, but that changes nothing. Sleeping naked it's okay, during the day, we will be dressed. Properly," she added.

"You're no fun, Hermione," he pouted.

"And you're a lazy pig, yet you don't hear me complain."

"You are complaining. And I'm not a pig."

"You act as one."

"I don't."

"Right now you are."

"Well, you're being —" he started to say, but, instead of finishing, he shook his head and let out a laugh.

"Are you making fun of me?" she asked, and he saw her scowl in the moonlight.

"No, it's just — I just realised that 'Row House' might be a good name, after all."

Hermione stared at him, mouth hanging, and the burst into laughter as well. "You know what? I think you're right."

"George won't let us live it down, you know."

Hermione nodded, her expression between amused and resigned. "I know."

They stared at each other for a second before bursting into loud, raucous and happy laughter.

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As I stated, my abilities in the English language lack a bit when it comes to describing houses, that's why I had to rewrite those parts a few times. Sorry if something is not clear. You can always ask.

Regarding the price of the house, I made some investigation about house prices in Britain in 1999, and I think that for a house in a little village is fairly expensive, but I think if fits because the house is quite large and with a vast property.

Now, as for the surprise … In the first version, I loved the idea of writing the moment when Ron shows the library to Hermione and they have sex in there, because it's an image I've had for a long time. However, adding it as a flashback made no sense, and I wanted to present the house in this way, with Ron and Hermione arriving with the Grangers. So — I wrote it as a one-shot.

Yes, it might seem stupid to you to writhe a one-shot about a 'moment' when this story is about moments, but there you are. So this story will become officially a series. The good news for you is that that story is already written, so I'll publish it this weekend as well. Tomorrow, if you're good :-D

An to finish (this note is getting too long), I made a planning with the moments I want to show before the last chapter of the story. It's not final (I might add others in between, if inspiration strikes) and at least one of them most surely will be published in two parts, but, right now, there's eight chapters left. My plan is to finish it before the summer.