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.

42. Success

I'm baack!

Gods, I'm a bit in shock that it's been more than two months since last chapter! Time has flown away for sure!

To be honest, this has been a strange chapter to write, and I've been busy with a lot of things and not really in the mood to write or revise.

However, I promise next chapter won't take so long. Two-three weeks at most. And I'm also working in a fic that I have been telling you about for months and months. I plan to finish it during my holidays in August.

Of course, my plans of finishing this story by summer have blown to bits, so now I'm aiming to finish it by Christmas.

And I won't bore you anymore. Here is the chapter, that takes place around June, 2000, five months after last one.

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Chapter 38

Success

"Hermione?" Ron asked wearily as he stepped out of the fireplace.

"Ron!" he heard her shout, coming out of the kitchen. Upon seeing him, she practically ran at him and threw herself at him. Ron, quite surprised, staggered a bit under her weight.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked, putting his arms around her after managing to stabilise himself.

"You told me at lunch you'd be home early, and it's very late. I thought something had happened …" she explained, looking up at him.

He pressed his lips against her forehead, relishing in the taste of her skin and her comforting smell, and hugged her even more tightly. She had been quite on edge these last months, since Harry and he had been assigned this mission after finding out that a group of smugglers were, in fact, working for an international organisation led by some of the most wanted Death Eaters. This had happened at the end of January and, since then, they had been on frequent missions abroad. And although they had been rather successful, he had to admit that, at times, he had been almost as scared as during the war.

Now, of the seven Death Eaters that had managed to flee after the war, only Charles Travers, Hobarth Carnoir, Cailan Mulberg and Rabastan Lestrange were at large. According to all the information they had gathered, Travers was the leader of this organization, along with Carnoir, and they finally had information about their last hideout. Rabastan, as far as they knew, was on his own and keeping a really low profile.

"Well, something happened, and we've been on an international call with the French Ministry," he said, as she released him and got to her feet. "They've found Travers and the rest of their group."

"Oh," she said. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah. We're leaving for France at dawn." As he said those words, he saw her expression flicker, the fear appearing in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I know it's quite sudden, but, hopefully, we'll catch them and close this case."

"Yes, that's good news," she said half-heartedly.

"Hermione …"

"Oh, Ron …" she sobbed, and buried her head into his chest, embracing him tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot."

"You're not an idiot," he replied, a bit bewildered. "What's up?"

"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing," he replied. Grabbing her gently by her upper arms, he forced her away and then, with his fingers, pushed her chin up so she would look at him. "Tell me."

She shook her head and shut her eyes tightly, but a couple of tears escaped them anyway.

"Love, what's up? You're starting to worry me."

"I — I —"

"You — what?"

"I'm such a bad g-g-girlfriend!"

"What!?" he exclaimed, shocked. "Hermione, I can assure you you're anything but a bad girlfriend. In fact, you're quite a brilliant one," he assured, giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

She shook her head again. "No, I'm not. I — I feel so worried every time you and Harry leave for these missions."

Ron stared at her, completely befuddled. "Well, I'd say that, as my girlfriend, it's rather normal that you worry about me when I go on a mission. I'd be much more concerned if you didn't care, to be honest."

"But it's your job," she said, her voice shaky. "And every time you tell me you are leaving I've got to restrain myself not to ask you to — to quit," she confessed, looking a bit ashamed of herself.

"Oh," he said. His hands, which had been on her shoulders for comfort, fell to his sides.

"See? You worked really hard to be where you are. And both you and Harry — and Neville — are doing an amazing job. I've got no right to want you to change your job. It's your dream. But I can't help it. Do you see now why I am a horrible girlfriend?"

Ron stared at her for a moment, then sighed. Grabbing her hand, he moved them towards the couch, and they sat down before he spoke. "That doesn't make you a horrible girlfriend. If it was you going abroad after Death Eaters, I assure you that I'd be tempted to tie you to the bed so you couldn't leave," he admitted.

She looked at him, her eyes damp. "You would?"

"Of course I would. Fuck, Hermione, sometimes I want to drag you home when you get lost in whichever new regulation you're working on in your office and forget you need to eat and sleep. Imagine if instead of dealing with paperwork you were dealing with a group of crazy maniacs. But the important thing is that, though we worry, in the end we respect — and love — each other enough not to act on those impulses."

She thought about it, then nodded. "I suppose you're right." Her lips curved into a small smile. "When did you get so wise, Ronald Weasley?"

He gave him a lopsided smile. "Oh, didn't you know? I used to hang out with a very intelligent witch."

"Did you?" she asked, her tone flirtatious. "Should I get jealous?"

He shrugged. "Well, I've got to admit that, besides being quite brilliant, she had a really sexy ass as well."

She laughed, another couple of tears running down her slightly damp cheeks. Ron reached for her and pulled her into his arms once more.

"I am always careful."

"I know."

"And I always keep an eye on Harry, what with his hero complex …"

She let out a shaky laugh and Ron smiled. She looked up at him and kissed him softly. "We should eat. If you're leaving early you should rest."

He nodded. "Yeah. I must prepare a travelling bag as well."

"Why don't you do that? I'll make a few sandwiches for us."

"Okay."

Giving how often he had been on missions the last months, Ron always kept a bag almost ready for leaving at short notice, so it took him barely ten minutes to get ready. He also took a very quick shower, putting on his pyjamas before going back down, where Hermione was finishing setting the table.

"Mmm, hot sandwiches," he said, his mouth watering. "Thanks, Hermione, they smell fantastic."

She smiled at him and poured some wine for the both of them.

During dinner, he told Hermione details of what the French Aurors had found out about Travers and his hideout, reminding her that a Spanish team would assist them, as the previous mission had taken part in the mountains north of Madrid.

"We outnumber them," assured Ron. "Everything will be okay, I promise."

"I hope so," she said, forcing herself to smile.

After washing the few dishes they had used, they went to bed. Yawning, Ron set the Timer Charm for half-past five, inwardly groaning at the unholy hour, then they snuggled under the sheets, her head on his shoulder and his right arm around her and caressing her back.

"I'm going to miss you," she whispered suddenly, after a few minutes of silence. "The bed feels too large without you in it."

"I'll miss you too."

She lifted her head, her curls falling around her face, and then kissed him. It was softly at first, but then she deepened it, putting one of her legs between his.

"Hermione …" he moaned.

"I know you've got to rest, and that you must be tired, but — Please, Ron …"

Yes, he needed to rest, but, fuck, he wasn't going to go on a mission without making love to her.

They kept snogging as they took off each other's clothes, until the both of them were naked in the bed. Ron moved his hands all over Hermione's soft skin, relishing in her softness and feeling up her curves. He rolled them over so he was partially on top, and then lifted his face to stare at her, marvelling at her beauty, with her body illuminated by the moonlight entering through the window.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said in awe, his hand cupping one of her breasts and squeezing gently.

"Come here, Ron," she said, her voice dripping with need and emotion.

Ron lowered his face and kissed her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth to meet hers while his hand moved to her round ass. After a bit, he left her mouth and started to kiss her cheek, then her neck and, finally, her tits, which he sucked greedily, eliciting new, fantastic moans from her that went straight to his cock. After switching between tits a few times, he pressed his lips against her sternum and licked the skin there before going lower. He covered her entire belly in kisses, gliding over her ribcage, while his hands kept caressing her hips and the side of her breasts. Slowly, he moved lower and lower, and she held her breath, compressing her stomach as in anticipation. Ron's chin brushed the top of her trimmed curls and he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, drawing a new moan from her. Slowly, almost unconsciously, she opened her legs in invitation. Ron smiled inwardly and went even lower, his left hand moving under her thigh to cup her perfect ass. The amazing, musky scent of her pussy filled him, increasing his arousal and his desire for her.

"Ron …" she whimpered as his lips touched the top of her mound, bucking her hips a bit. Ron squeezed her cheek, and then, finally, dipped down, tracing her damp slit with his tongue. She whimpered in pleasure, and Ron did it again, lingering a bit on her clit. Then he kissed all over her folds, revelling in her unique taste, in her scent. He wanted nothing more than to devour her, her cunt being his favourite meal, but he refrained and then, to her frustration, moved to her inner thigh, giving the soft flesh a tiny bite. "No, Ron —" she started to protest.

"Patience, Love," he told her as he continued kissing her leg. "I want to taste every inch of your skin."

"You were perfect where you were," she replied, whining, causing Ron to chuckle. He moved to the other thigh, then kissed her clit. She moaned in delight, thinking he finally was going to eat her out, but Ron had only stopped in passing. He moved to her belly, then her breasts, until he was hovering over her face.

"Ron, I love when you kiss my body, but if you don't focus on my — Mmmmphhh!" Her complaint was muffled when he claimed her mouth in an intense kiss. She tried to protest but, when his tongue delved past her lips, she threw her arms around his neck and deepened it. Ron pushed his body against hers, feeling the firm globes of her tits against his chest. They snogged for a minute, both bucking their hips. Ron could feel her pussy wet against his thigh, and, again, had to use all his self-control not to bury himself into her cunt and fuck her silly.

When the need for air was too much, he broke the kiss and moved to her jaw, kissing it before sucking on her earlobe and then her neck, his right hand cupping her left breast eagerly. He pinched the nipple and she whimpered deliciously, a sound that went straight to his dick. He groaned against her neck and then, raising his body, forced her to roll over so she was lying on her stomach. He took a moment to stare at the expanse of her back, then lowered his mouth between her shoulder blades, kissing her there. Moving upwards, he bit her nape, eliciting new fantastic moans, and then came back down, kissing her glowing skin. As he neared the small of her back, he put both hands on her ass, round and firm and simply perfect, and squeezed with relish. Hermione squirmed under him, and he chuckled as he traced the narrow strip of flesh that separated back and bum, savouring his own anticipation before — finally! — moving to those cheeks he loved so much. He kissed and nipped at them playfully, relishing her taste and the way she felt.

"Merlin, Hermione, I love your ass so fucking much. It's so soft and firm and curvy and — fuck …"

"Ron, please, I need you. I can't wait anymore, I'm dripping!"

"Really?" he asked in mock surprise, amused and delighted. He kept kissing her ass, but moved his right hand and slid it between her thighs so he could touch her pussy. He found her open and ready and incredibly wet for him. He stuck his tongue out and slid it between her ass cheeks. She moaned and lifted it a bit, giving him better access. Ron took advantage of it and used both hands to spread her cheeks, giving his tongue access to her rosebud, which he licked eagerly. Hermione moaned again, bucking her hips, as if wanting his tongue to go in. Ron, though usually loved that, had other ideas, and, after rimming her for a bit, moved down. He buried his long nose between her cheeks and stuck out his tongue to reach her pussy. He licked her from behind, and Hermione moaned, rocking her hips backwards, humping his face. Ron loved that and thrust his tongue into her cunt, tasting more of her juices while his hands held firmly onto her ass and hips.

"Ron! Gods, Ron!" she moaned, overcome with need, and Ron couldn't deny her — or himself — no longer. Quickly, he scooted upwards, moving over her, tracing her spine with his lips. Hermione, knowing what he wanted, turned her face to look at him and stuck her ass up, spreading her legs at the same time. Giving her nape another bite, Ron positioned his cock at her drenched entrance and then thrust forwards, burying himself in her to the hilt until his hips slammed against her cheeks.

"Aah, Ron!"

"Fuck, Hermione, fuck!" he groaned, taking her earlobe back into his mouth and sucking on it as he began to thrust. He put his legs outside on either side of her body, and she closed hers, making her channel tighter. Ron slid his hands under her torso, resting on his elbows, and cupped her tits with his hands. "Shit, yeah, like this. Like this …" he grunted as he pounded into her.

"Yes, Ron, yes. Like this. I love it like this, I love being wrapped by you … having you inside me … Oh, gods …"

"Fuck, I love you so much … My Hermione … So sexy … So hot … Fuck …"

"Harder, Ron, harder!" she begged, turning her head so she could look up at him. Grunting, he moved his hips harder, pounding her with force as he lowered his face to kiss her. They swallowed each other moans as their passion grew. In this position, Hermione's pussy felt incredibly tight, and slamming against her ass while he squeezed her tits was pushing him to the edge fairly quickly.

"Ron, I'm close … Gods, harder …" she moaned, pushing her ass back. He couldn't help but look between them, wanting to see those rounded cheeks even in the dimness of the room. The image only increased his own arousal, and he felt his own balls contract.

Wanting her to come first, he moved his right hand from her breast to between her legs, cupping her pussy, and began to rub her clit.

"RON! Gods, gods, yes!"

"Come for me, Hermione," he whispered, panting against her ear. "Come for me."

"Yes, oh, yes, Ron, I'm there — I'm just there!"

She began to buck her hips even quicker and then, suddenly, he felt her entire body get rigid for a second. Her pussy clamped down on his dick, and, a moment later, she screamed in pleasure.

"Oh, gods, oh, gods, gods, gods! I'm coming, Ron! I'm coming!"

"Fuck, yes, me too!" he grunted, squeezing the tit in his left hand roughly. Thrusting madly, he buried himself to the hilt in her spasming cunt and let himself go. "Fuck, Hermione, fuuuuuck …!" he exclaimed as he spilled abundantly in her, ecstasy flooding his entire body. "Bloody fuck …" he sighed.

"Mmm, Ron …" she moaned in bliss.

Ron stayed inside her clutching pussy, relishing the wetness, hotness and tightness surrounding him and the feel of her round, firm buttocks against his hips and lower belly. "I love you," he told her.

She turned her head, moving her hand to cup his cheek and caress him. "I love you too, Ron. So much."

After a while, he got off her, and she cast a Cleaning Charm on them both. Snuggling together on the bed, they held the other tightly, wanting to enjoy every second together before he had to leave.

— o —

Ron advanced through the forest, a feeling of foreboding creeping up his spine. The night was dark as hell, and he felt lost, though he could hear the shouts and yells of the battle and, occasionally, see the flashing lights of spells being cast. But — where the hell was the castle where those fucking Death Eaters were hiding?

He ran faster through the trees, his wand in front of him, his senses in maximum alert, ready to react to any noise or movement that could mean danger.

Where the fuck was Harry? And Neville? Were they fine? Were they alive?

Then, suddenly, he was blinded by an intense light, and a cackling, sinister laugh filled the air …

"Ron!"

"Hermione!" he shouted, panic filling his body. "Hermione, where are you!?"

"Ron!"

Ron trashed, his body suddenly surrounded by something wet that didn't let him move, didn't let him go where he wanted, where he needed, to go …

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!"

"RON!"

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE, FUCK, I CAN'T REACH YOU!"

"RON! RON, WAKE UP!"

And then, suddenly, the forest was gone, and he found himself in his bed, tangled in the sheets, with Hermione hovering over him, worry etched upon her face as she shook him insistently.

"What the —?"

"You were having another nightmare," she said, looking relieved yet still concerned, as she pushed his sweaty locks off his forehead. Shit, he was soaked.

"Fuck …" he muttered, still trembling a bit. Knowing there was no danger, he allowed himself to relax a bit, and then tried to get himself out of the sheets. Hermione helped him, both silent.

"I'm sorry," he said, utterly embarrassed.

"You've got nothing to be sorry about, Ron."

"I probably woke you up screaming like a nutter."

"You didn't shout until I started calling you. It was your trashing what woke me up."

"I'm sorry," he said again, feeling his ears burn.

"It's okay. Though I admit I got a bit worried when you didn't wake up and instead started yelling. Are — are you okay? I thought you were dreaming about France again, but when you started shouting my name …" She faltered for a moment before asking, "Was — was it about the — the war? Malfoy Manor?"

He let out a sigh and shook his head. "No, no, it was about France. I was in the forest again. I couldn't find Harry or Neville, and then I heard your voice and I really panicked, thinking you were there …"

She embraced him tightly, and he closed his eyes briefly, focusing on her warmth and her fragrance, allowing them to soothe him.

They had come back five days ago, yet he had been dreaming about it almost every night. The mission had been successful, and they had finally caught Travers and Carnoir, dismantling the rest of their organisation. But the battle had been harder than any of them had anticipated, and the final fight on the top of that tower against a crazy Travers had been terrible. Neville had been unconscious for a day, after extenuating himself with a powerful spell, and Ron had had to endure a regrowth of all the bones in his right leg, which had been completely shattered by a curse.

Fortunately, no Auror had been killed during the mission.

"I'm so glad that operation is over," he heard Hermione mutter.

"Me too." She moved away, and he stared onto her face. Forcing a smile onto his, he lifted a hand to caress her cheek. "I'm really sorry for waking you up."

"Don't be, Ron. I don't mind being here for you, just like you always were there for me when I was dreaming about — about her."

He stared at her for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"I need a shower," he declared after a moment, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. "What time is it anyway?"

"Half past five."

"Fuck. Too early …"

"We can go back to sleep for another hour and a half."

Ron nodded, yawning. After four days of leave, he had to go back to the office today, something he didn't really want to do. It was Friday, for fuck's sake. Robards could have given them until Monday.

He sighed again and sat up, putting his feet on the floor.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.

"The shower. I'm soaked."

"We can cast Cleaning and Freshening Charms, Ron."

He got up and looked at her. "I know, but I think the shower will do me good. Do you mind casting them on the bed?"

She nodded, then asked, "Do you want company?" There was no sexual intention behind her words, only concern and desire to be there for him, and he fell in love with her again.

"I know I always say if I answer that question with a 'no,' that I must be an impostor or an inferius, but, really, is not necessary. Go back to sleep, Love."

"Okay," she said, following him with her eyes as he walked towards the bathroom.

He spent fifteen minutes in the shower, his face pressed against the tiled wall while hot water fell on him. Images of the dream and of the mission came back to haunt him, and he tried to shake them off. Fuck, things had gone well, considering, and he had achieved a lot. Yet, that reminder of the Battle of Hogwarts, of the war …

He had been truly scared that night. Oh, he had done a good job, he knew that, acting on instinct, yet, seeing himself again, running through the trees, not knowing it a curse could hit him at any moment, worrying not only about Harry, Neville, Latteece and Stonewood, the other British Aurors assigned to the operation, but about the Spanish and French Aurors he had met during the past months and who he'd come to like a lot. Then, the crumbling castle, the Dark wizards ready to fight to the death …

Shit.

Shaking his head, he turned off the water and got out. He dried himself slowly, using a towel, something they rarely did (unless they were showering together and had enough time) then went back to the room. It didn't surprise him at all to find Hermione still awake and waiting for him. Without saying a word, he slipped under the now fresh sheets.

"You should be sleeping," he muttered once he was next to her.

She shrugged. "I wanted to wait for you."

Ron cupped her cheek, caressing her soft skin, and she leaned in to give him a kiss. He wrapped her in his arms, and she snuggled against him, laying her head on his chest.

"I love you, Ron," she said. How many times had he heard those words — a thousand times? Two thousand? — yet they still made his body tingle. Hermione Granger loved him. If that wasn't a wonder in itself, he didn't know what was.

"I know. And I love you, Hermione. So much."

She looked up at him. "Do you feel better?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Besides, I've got you in my arms, and I can feel your wonderful tits pressing against me."

She rolled her eyes and gave him a playful smack on his stomach. "Idiot."

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head before turning off the lights. "Let's sleep, Love."

She hummed and shifted a bit, finding a more comfortable position. It wasn't long until her even breathing told him she was asleep.

He wasn't that fortunate, however. Though tired, he wasn't able to erase the images from his mind. He loved his job as an Auror, and he knew he was doing good. Yet, for the first time since joining, he wondered if that was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life — or, at least, the main part of it. Those thoughts stayed with him for the rest of the night, so, when the Time Charm went off more than one hour later, he felt relieved, despite his tiredness.

"Did you have any more nightmares?" she asked him once they sat down at the kitchen table for breakfast.

He shook his head. "No," he said, hiding the fact that he hadn't slept at all.

She smiled at him. "Good."

"I hate that I have them," he commented, slightly angry. "We're all fine. It all went well. I'm a trained Auror, I should be able to deal with this."

"Ron, it was a hard mission, and a terribly frightening battle, for what you and Harry told me. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, I still have nightmares about the war at times, and it's been more than two years."

"But you were tortured, and you weren't trained to deal with traumatic experiences."

"And you were in battlefield when anyone could have died in a second. Don't be so hard on yourself. You did a fantastic job, and you know it," she declared, grabbing his hand in hers. "The fact that you have nightmares means you're human."

He nodded. "I suppose you're right, as always."

"Exactly," she said, nodding. "Cheer up, Love. They'll go away. Besides, this weekend is the last match of the season. The Harpies could win the league!" she added excitedly.

At that reminder, Ron nodded. "Yeah, it'll be amazing for Ginny if she can win in her first season."

"Even if she helped destroy the Chudley Cannons in their match?" she teased.

Ron frowned. "Now, don't push it. You know I'm trying to forget about that for her sake."

Hermione laughed, and then got up, pressing her lips against the top of his head before heading for the basin.

They took care of the dishes, and then headed for the Ministry.

"Have a good day," she told him when it was her turn to exit the lift.

After exiting at level two, Ron went straight to his cubicle and dropped himself onto his chair with a sigh, wondering what he was going to do all day. Would he be assigned a new case? Or would he had to write reports? He hoped not. After all, they had already submitted the ones regarding the operation before taking the mandatory leave of absence after such a long mission. Besides, as he was a Junior Auror, that kind of work fell mainly on the Seniors in charge.

He was so distracted thinking about that he didn't notice someone had entered his cubicle, and almost fell out of his chair when the newcomer touched his shoulder.

"Fuck, Harry!" he shouted, taking a deep breath.

"Were you taking a nap, Mate?" Harry asked, amused. "You'd better don't let Gallory catch you."

"I wasn't sleeping," replied Ron, glaring at him. "I was just thinking."

"Wow! That's quite a surprise!"

"What got you so cheeky so early in the morning?" retorted Ron, eyeing him with suspicion. "We had to come back to work."

"Yeah, but it's Friday!" exclaimed Harry cheerfully. "Besides, it's the last match of the season this weekend."

"Yeah, I know."

Harry studied him for a moment. "What got you so grumpy?" he inquired. "Did you have a fight with Hermione?"

"No, I didn't have a fight with Hermione."

"What, then?"

"Nothing. I'm not grumpy."

"No, of course not," he replied, sarcastic.

He fixed his eyes on Harry as he let out a deep sight. "I didn't sleep very well," he admitted.

Harry's expression turned to one of revulsion. "Please, don't give me details," he begged. "Although one would think you'd be happier if you spent half the night having sex."

"I didn't spend half the night having sex," denied Ron, lowering his tone. "I had a horrible nightmare about the mission."

"Oh," said Harry, and took the other chair. "Well, it's normal," he said dismissively. "I've had some as well."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But well, I'm used to having nightmares, am I not? They hardly bother me anymore."

Ron stayed silent, wishing he could be as nonchalant about them as his best friend.

"We should go see Robards, see if there are new cases for us," added Harry, checking his wristwatch.

"Yeah, I guess," nodded Ron. "I just wish we won't —"

But, before he could complete the sentence, Elisabeth Latteece appeared on the entrance of his cubicle. "Ah, you're both here," she said, pleased. "How are you? Have you rested?"

"Fine," they both said at the same time.

"Good. There's a general meeting in Room C in five minutes."

"A meeting?" asked Harry, curious.

"Yeah."

"What about?" asked Ron. "Is there another big case?" General meetings — which involved all Aurors — were rather rare.

Elisabeth shrugged. "No idea. But we'll find soon enough, I suppose."

She left, and Ron and Harry exchanged a look. "Well, we'd better be going, then. See what's going on."

"I only hope it means we won't be here doing paperwork," said Ron as he got up.

Harry laughed. "Me too, Mate. Me too."

— o —

When Ron stepped out of the fireplace that afternoon, he was still on a daze after what had happened in the meeting. He thought about it, and he found it difficult to believe it. If he had heard it from someone more inclined to make jokes than Robards, he wouldn't have. He couldn't deny it, though. He had the proof in his pocket …

Hermione wasn't home yet, so Ron went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. Wasn't it curious that just that morning he had been thinking about whether his future would be with the Aurors?

Fucking hell …

He was drowning the second glass when he heard Hermione arrive, and he moved back to the living room. She grinned at him as she hung her robes on the back of the couch.

"Hi, Ron. How was your first day back? Sorry I couldn't join you for lunch, I spent the entire morning in meetings. I barely had time to ask for a sandwich to be delivered to my office. Can we have dinner a bit earlier today? I'm famished," she said hurriedly, not letting him edge a word as she approached him. Only then did she made a pause to give him a quick kiss on his lips. "What would you like? I'm fancying some pizza," she added, moving past him and into the kitchen.

"The day was — okay," he said, watching her grab a glass of her own. "About dinner — well, we're having it at the Leaky, with Neville, Hannah, Harry and Ginny."

At this, she turned round on the spot, and stared at him. "For dinner? We usually meet later."

"Mm, yeah, but, you see …"

"What?" she asked, her tone oozing worry as she studied him. "Did something happen?"

"Well, yeah, we had a meeting …"

"And?" she asked impatiently, when he didn't continue talking.

As a response, Ron put his hand in his pocket and took out a medal, offering it to her. Confused, Hermione grabbed it and read the inscription. At once, her expression turned to one of absolute shock.

"You — you won the Medal for Outstanding Services to the Ministry!?" she asked, astonished.

Ron nodded. "Yeah, all of us. For dismantling that group."

"Ron, that's — that's amazing!" she exclaimed, beaming at him. "Oh, I'm so proud of you!" she added, throwing herself at him and embracing him tightly. "You deserve it. You deserve it, Ron," she said, and kissed him hard on the mouth. Ron groaned and responded, his hands moving to her ass, which he cupped through her skirt.

"That's not all," he said when she broke the kiss so they could get air.

"There is more?"

"Yeah. Harry, Neville and I have been promoted to Senior Aurors."

"What!? After only six months as juniors!?"

"Yeah. I couldn't believe it either, but Robards said we had done an amazing job in all the missions, and also during our time as Aurors in practice, and that we deserved it."

"Oh, Ron, that's incredible! I'm so proud of you!"

"Really?" he asked, grinning at her.

"Of course! You deserve this. So much," she assured, and then started another snogging session, moaning into his mouth. Ron shoved his tongue into hers, kneading her ass wantonly, and she began to grind her groin against his, giving him a hard on very quickly.

"What hour are we supposed to go to London?" she asked as she moved her mouth over his neck.

"Uh … In — in about forty minutes …"

Hermione groaned and stopped moving. She breathed deeply and then put her legs back on the floor. "I wanted to congratulate you properly, but I need to take a shower and change."

"It's okay," he said, trying to reign over his desire for her. "We can — we can continue this later."

"Definitely," she whispered, sultrily, against his lips, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. "Tonight, I am yours, Ron … You can do whatever you want to me … my strong, brave Auror," she added, and then, giving him a wicked smile, turned round and headed for the staircase, swaying her hips in an obvious exaggerated manner.

"Bloody fuck …" he muttered as he watched her, his cock throbbing. Had been that very morning when he had wondered if his future lay in the Auror Office? Shaking his head, he realised she was already on the first floor, and he hurried after her.

They got in the shower together, and Ron had to exert all his self-control not to have her against the wall as the water poured over them, because she kept giving him coy smiles and tempting him, washing her body seductively and making sure to rub his hard cock with her ass every time she moved.

"You're gonna pay for all this teasing, I swear," he told her, causing her to laugh.

"What have I done?" she asked, way too innocently. "I'm just cleaning my body after a long day or work, Ron," she added as she bent over a bit, sticking her gorgeous ass out to wash it.

"I should grab you and stick my cock deep in your tight ass," he growled at the sight.

Hermione laughed again and turned round, then pecked him on the lips. "But we'd be late for your celebration, Love. But," she added against his ear, "I promised you anything you wanted later …"

"Bloody hell, you're gonna be the death of me, Hermione," he growled as she exited the stall, a teasing grin on her face.

"Don't know what you're talking about, Love," she replied, pecking his lips. "Now finish, we've got to get going."

Ron shook his head, a small smile curving his lips as he rinsed his body of the soap. No matter how hard or shitty things might get, she always made them right, she made life feel brilliant, despite the darkness that sometimes filled it.

Fuck, he loved her so fucking much.

They got dressed in comfortable clothes and took the Floo to the Leaky Cauldron. As he stepped out of the fireplace, Ron's yes fell on Neville and Hannah, who were talking behind the counter in an extremely affectionate way. So affectionate, in fact, that neither Ron nor Hermione felt as interrupting them. No one else had arrived yet, however, so they just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Should we grab a table?" suggested Hermione.

"I su—"

"Ron, Hermione!" they heard Neville shout at them. They turned towards him and found him beaming at them. Ron blinked a few times, as he had never seen Neville grin that way. But, of course, his parents had been Aurors. Becoming a Senior Auror at just nineteen was an incredibly feat. He was bound to be proud.

"Hi, Neville, Hannah," said Hermione, moving towards them.

"You're the first to arrive," said Neville, still grinning. "What would you like to drink?"

"A butterbeer is fine," said Hermione.

"A butterbeer?" replied Neville. "No, no, that won't do in a day like today."

Hermione smiled. "Okay. Give me a glass of that Elf wine from Italy."

"That's better," nodded Neville as Hannah grabbed the bottle and summoned a glass.

"We've got the lounge ready so we can celebrate more privately," she explained. "We don't need anyone from the Prophet taking photos."

"Good," approved Hermione.

"Ron, what do you want?" asked Hannah.

"A beer will do."

Neville gave it to him.

"By the way, Neville, congratulations," said Hermione, taking a sip of her wine. "You really deserve it."

Neville beamed again, and so did Hannah, looking at him with pride and admiration. "Thanks. I think we did a good job in this case, but this was completely unexpected, right, Ron?"

"Absolutely," nodded Ron.

"Hermione was right, you deserve it," added Hannah. "So, congratulations, Ron."

"Thank you."

"Neville, why don't you go to the lounge? I'll tend to the patrons and wait for the others."

"Okay, Love," he said, giving her a kiss. Both Ron and Hermione were a bit shocked by this, as Neville was not one for public displays of affection, even innocent ones. Maybe he had already had a few drinks, Ron thought. He looked really cheerful.

"Ah, I'm so glad we caught those bastards," Neville commented as he led Ron and Hermione to the lounge. "It's a shame Rabastan Lestrange wasn't with them, but," — he shrugged — "you can't have everything."

Ron stared at Neville, a bit surprised. Being the only one of the group that had attacked his parents still at large, he knew Rabastan was the one Neville really wanted to catch.

"Well, know that we're Senior Aurors, you can finally ask to be put in the team searching for him," said Ron. "That's what you wanted, right?"

"Yeah," he responded, a bit evasively. "Come on, sit down," he added, pointing to the chairs surrounding a table laid with several trays of food. "Eat something."

"Neville, you didn't have to prepare all this," said Hermione, looking at the tasty dishes in front of her.

"'Course we had, it's an special occasion," he replied. "Come on, eat."

Ron studied the different foods as he sat down, then grabbed a couple of mini sandwiches. He tried one and moaned in delight.

"Neville, this is amazing," commented Ron.

He laughed. "I'm glad you approve. Having you here, we don't have to worry about this going to waste."

At this, Hermione laughed. Ron frowned in mock offense. "Hey!"

Neville chuckled. "Well, you have always enjoyed food, Ron."

"He more than enjoys it, I'd say," pointed out Hermione.

"Okay, if you're going to team against me, I'll just keep eating these sandwiches. Fuck, they're good. What is this sauce?"

"It's —" started to say Neville, but the door opened again and Harry and Ginny came in, followed by Hannah. "Ah, there you are!"

"Neville!" exclaimed Ginny, engulfing him in an embrace while Hermione got up to hug Harry. "Congratulations! Senior Auror! That's amazing!"

"Is it, isn't it? Who could have imagined, back at Hogwarts," he said, grinning.

"Well, I'll say it's a worthy choice," added Ginny.

"I'm Senior Auror as well, you know," interjected Ron when he saw Ginny sit down. She rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, I know. Congratulations, Mr Important."

Ron grunted. "Sometimes I wonder why Mum and Dad had to keep pushing for another child after me. Six is more than enough."

"No way," replied Harry, releasing Hermione. "You six were just practice. They reached perfection at seven."

Ginny grinned at him and gave him a quick kiss. "That, Mr Potter, will grant you a special reward besides the congratulations I already have in mind."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" whined Ron, grimacing.

"You'd better don't dare complain when others talk about sex," retorted Ginny, turning her head to glare at him. "You and Hermione are the absolute worst."

Ron felt his ears turn red and Hermione blushed. "Can we change the subject, please?" she asked. "I think there are better topics of conversation than our sex lives."

"Yes," nodded Hannah fervently, who also seemed a bit flushed by Ginny's bluntness. "Let's make a toast. To the youngest Senior Aurors in the history of the British Ministry!"

"Hear, hear!" shouted Ron, raising his glass. The room was soon filled with the noise of glass hitting glass, and then the six of them drank.

"So well, after such an achievement, what's next for you?" inquired Ginny once they started eating. "Any new case?"

"Well, I'm praying for a quiet summer," said Harry. "This one was brutal. A few months dealing with normal smugglers and the usual idiots will be very welcome."

"I toast to that," added Ron. "As long as there's not much paperwork."

"Oh, yes, no paperwork, please," nodded Harry eagerly. "I hate paperwork."

"Who could have imagined that?" said Hermione sarcastically, and everyone laughed.

"What about you, Nev?" asked Ginny. "Any preference?"

"I was just reminding him that now he's a Senior he can ask to become part of the team searching for Rodolphus Lestrange," said Ron.

Harry nodded. "That's the most important case right now, but I think Robards will grant you that if you ask," he added.

At his words, Neville shared a meaningful look with Hannah, who nodded.

"Well, to be honest, I don't think I'll ask for that."

"No?" asked Ron, surprised. "But you always said you wanted to capture him. That putting the Lestranges in Azkaban was one of the reasons you joined."

"And I wanted that, but we got all the other Death Eaters already, and, you see, though being an Auror is exciting, it has never been my dream job."

Everyone looked at Neville in astonishment. "What are you trying to say?" asked Harry, brows furrowed.

"I joined because I was offered the post. You know I wouldn't have applied for the course otherwise. And well, it is a good job and I wanted to help capture the remaining Death Eaters, but I don't see myself as an Auror for life, Harry."

"You mean you're going to quit?" asked Ron. "After becoming a Senior Auror?"

"Yes," confirmed Neville. "Not now, mind you," he added quickly. "But I doubt I'll be in the office for much longer. After all, I think that being an Auror is not a good job choice if you've got a family …"

Ginny gasped and, at once, her eyes — followed by everyone else's — went to Hannah's belly.

"What?" she asked, looking at them. "Oh, no, no, no! No, I'm not!" she quickly explained.

"But then, what are you —-?" said Harry, turning again to face Neville.

"We're going to get married," Neville confessed. "I — I asked Hannah today. And — well, she accepted."

"Oh, for Merlin's beard, Neville, that's amazing! Congratulations!" yelled Ginny, embracing him again.

"That's fantastic," said Hermione, looking at Hannah, who was blushing and smiling shyly.

"I know we're still young, but — It just feels right."

"Well, that's the only thing that matters," said Hermione, beaming at her. "Congratulations, you two. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks."

"So — you're leaving us, then?" asked Harry after the round of congratulations, hugs and pats on the back.

"Yes, but not yet. I'm not sure about what I want to do afterwards, so I want to ask you to not tell anyone yet."

"Our mouths are sealed, Neville," said Ron, still in a bit of a shock. Marriage … It's not that he didn't think of that. He did, of course, but to actually get married so soon …

But well, his parents had got married at nineteen, and so had Harry's. Yet, he felt it was too soon. What about Hermione, however? Did she think that, too? Or now that she had seen Neville and Hannah, she would expect him to propose?

Fortunately for him, those worries were pushed out of his mind as the evening progressed and they drank, ate and laughed. It was such a memorable celebration, in fact, that, when he and Hermione stumbled out of their fireplace, hours later, he felt as if the nightmare he had had and his doubts about being and Auror had happened to another person.

"Well, Auror Weasley," he heard Hermione said, looking at him lustfully as she bit her lower lip seductively. "I think I promised you some congratulations, right?"

Ron's cock went hard in an instant. "Yeah," he said, swallowing. "I think that the exact words were that I could do what I wanted to you …"

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "And what do you want to do to me, Auror Weasley?"

Fuck, he couldn't believe how hot it was hearing her calling him 'Auror Weasley' in that sultry voice.

"Strip," he told her, his voice husky.

"Right there?" she asked with an eyebrow raised, as they were standing in the middle of the living room.

"Are you expecting anyone?"

"No."

Ron used his wand to close the Floo Network, and then made a gesture at her indication 'go on, then.'

She bit her lip again. Then, slowly, began to take off her robes, until she was in front of him just in her trousers and a black satin bra that did wonders for her already amazing tits. Ron's eyes zeroed on her cleavage and he licked his lips, his cock throbbing with desire. Smiling seductively, she put the robes over the back of the couch, then unfastened her trousers and lowered them. She stepped out of them and put her hands on her hips, giving him a perfect view of her satin-clad body. Fuck, he loved those panties, small and thin, the texture was almost as amazing as the skin underneath them.

"Shit, Hermione …"

"Like what you see, Auror Weasley?"

"Fuck, yeah … Turn around, let me see the back."

Suppressing a giggle, she did as told, then turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, watching him stare at her unblemished back and perfect ass. To entice him further, she grasped the narrow strip of cloth hugging her hips and pulled upwards, making the panties delve into her crack. Next she bent over a bit, outlining her sexy, delicious pussy lips.

Ron moved one hand to caress his cock over his own clothes. Fuck, it took all his self-control not to attack her and fuck her just like that.

He approached her, forcing himself to move slowly, and put his hands on her waist, caressing her skin, revelling in her softness. She smiled at him over her shoulder, and he began to kiss her shoulder blades, her shoulders, her ears. She moaned a bit, and he pressed himself against her, his hands moving to her belly to hold her against him. After feeling his cock, Hermione ground her ass against him, making him groan.

"Hermione, fuck …" he growled, sliding his hands upwards, under the bra, and cupping her tits possessively. "Shit, love your tits … Love your entire body …"

"Mmm, Auror Weasley … You've got such big, rough hands …"

"Perfect to cup these sexy globes, don't you think?"

"Definitely."

He groaned again and bucked his hips against her, his cock ready to burst through his clothes and hers and bury itself into her warm, tight body.

"Bedroom," he whispered before sucking on her earlobe.

She moaned and nodded, then pushed his hands away and moved towards the stairs, swaying her hips exaggeratedly. Ron couldn't help but watch her, and, when he started to climb the stairs, he simply surrendered. Reaching the staircase in three long strides, he grabbed her by her hips and, stopping her, buried his face in her bum, grunting.

"Mmm, such a fantastic ass, Hermione … and your smell … fuck, I can smell your pussy … You're wet, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ron. I'm so wet for you."

He pulled her panties down to reveal her ass and began to kiss and bite it. Hermione put her hands on one of the steps for support and bent over. Ron, pleased, attacked her with more fervour, his hands kneading her cheeks. After a couple of minutes, he managed to pull apart. However, before letting her go, he spread her ass and delved one last time, licking her crack and touching her inviting rosebud.

"Ah, Ron …!"

"Come on, to bed!"

She practically ran upwards, as eager as him, and Ron went after her. Fuck, she looked so fucking hot, running just in her underwear, her amazing hair bouncing, her ass jiggling and swaying …

The moment they were in their bedroom, he grabbed her, turned her around, and kissed her hard, possessively.

Hermione responded in kind, using her tongue to play with his, her hands moving all over his back. He put his on her back, on her bum, on her sides, wishing he had four — or six! — so he could touch every part of her at once.

"Get me naked," he said breathlessly after breaking the kiss. "Take off my clothes."

He thought she would undress him sexily, but he was mistaken. Swiftly, she grabbed his wand and, with a flick, his clothes appeared on the floor and he was standing, completely naked and with a full erection, in front of her.

"Nice cock, Auror Weasley," she teased.

"You think so?" he asked, his tone smug.

"Uh-huh," she confirmed, touching it with a couple of fingers. At once, it twitched. The slightest touch from her and he went into overdrive. He hoped that never changed.

"Would you like to suck it?"

Hermione put her arms around his neck, slowly, and then brushed her lips against his. When he tried to kiss her, however, she moved to his jaw and towards his ear.

"I'd love to suck it, Ron," she whispered huskily, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Fuck, Hermione. Fuck, do it. Do it."

She switched their positions and forced him sit on the bottom of the bed. Then, locking her gaze with his, knelt on the floor, between his open legs. She moved her hands over his inner thighs, but without touching his dick. Ron watched her, the anticipation filling his body. Still holding his gaze, she kissed both thighs, and then moved closer, closer … and kissed his tip. Just a kiss.

"Hermioneee …"

She licked her lips. "Tasty," she said, then licked his shaft a few times. Ron groaned, enjoying the image and the sensation, yes craving the amazing hotness of her mouth.

She moved to his balls, licking them, then let her hand take care of that and — finally! — she took the tip between her lips, sucking softly, her wicked tongue playing with the slit.

"Oh, fuuuck …"

She made a humming noise, and then took him a bit deeper before moving upwards. She did this a few times, taking just half an inch more each time. She was moving too slowly, though, and Ron was having difficulties controlling his need to thrust. He knew he could, yet he wanted to see where she went with this. Hermione was amazing giving blowjobs. She liked to try new things and techniques, and every time she took his cock in her mouth, he enjoyed finding out which way she would go about it.

Once she had taken half of him, she sucked hard, then pushed herself against his groin, swallowing all of him so his tip entered his throat. He shuddered, arching his back to holler to the ceiling.

"Shit, Hermione, yes! Fuuuck, you're so fucking good!"

Pleased, she started sucking him in earnest, swirling his tongue around him, tightening her lips around the shaft and moving in a corkscrew motion, kneading his balls. Already excited by her teasing before the party, Ron found himself moving steadily towards an orgasm, yet he did nothing to stop it. He could go again, and he really wanted to enjoy her mouth …

"Close, Hermione. Fuck, make me cum. I wanna cum in that sinful mouth of — Ahh, fuuuuck!" he screamed when she raked her teeth along his shaft. Softly enough not to hurt him, but to send his arousal to new heights. His balls contracted, ready to fire.

Sensing it, she began to suck hungrily, moving her mouth fast and hard. Ron began to buck his hips, and she encouraged him, moaning around his dick until, with a shudder and long moan, he exploded, spilling his pent-up load into her mouth.

"Ohhhh, oh, fuck, Hermione, fuck …!" he groaned as she continued sucking and swallowing, acting as if his cum were the only source of food in Earth.

Still trembling, he fell on his back, breathing fast, while she kept sucking and licking him, keeping his cock hard and ready for more. Finally, with a long slurp, she released him and licked her lips, a smile of pure satisfaction on her face.

"Did I do well, Auror Weasley?"

"Holy buggering fuck, Hermione, that was amazing. I'd rate it, but giving the number of blowjobs you've given me along the years, I'm not sure I'd be fair."

"One could think you're complaining that I suck your cock too much."

"What? Never!" he was quick to point. "You can suck it ten times a day and I swear I won't protest."

She laughed in that wonderful, carefree way he so loved, then looked at him, mirth still evident on her face. "As much as I love reducing you to a quivering mess when I fellate you, Ron, I don't see myself doing it ten times a day."

"Well, we can alternate, you know. You suck my cock five times, I lick your pussy five times …"

"Tempting."

"So, as we're one to none, why don't you get rid of those sexy knickers, straddle my face, and give me a chance to reduce you to a quivering mess?"

"Sounds fair. Sounds very, very fair," she said, lowering her panties and revealing her neat pussy to him. Eagerly, she climbed onto the bed and moved over him. She made a pause to kiss him, a kiss that lingered for half and minute, then continued until her legs were next to his face. He looked upwards, at that sexy, tantalising and juicy pussy he so loved, and licked his own lips. Grinning at him, she sat carefully on his face and then rocked her hips a bit.

"Mmm, Ron …" she moaned though he hadn't even done anything. Ron breathed deeply, cherishing her musky scent, then started moving his tongue. She moaned again, louder this time, and began to move her hips with more purpose, seeking her own pleasure. He looked up her body, to her pleasure-ridden face, and then watched as she unhooked her bra, throwing it to the side so she could play with her breasts.

Ron's cock twitched at the sight and applied himself to eating her out, to give her as much pleasure as was possible. He wanted her to cum hard, to cover him in her juices, to scream his name so loud the rest of the village would hear them.

As he licked and sucked, allowing her to use his face, he moved his hands over her fleshy ass, over her sides, then over hers, helping her touch her tits. Hermione moaned his name and, looking down at him, put her hands over his, so his palms were touching both mounds directly.

Ron grunted at the feeling and began to move his tongue frantically, in sync with her own movements, his nose touching her clit and eliciting the most amazing sounds.

"Gods, Ron, this is so good … Mmm, I'm going to come so good … Gods, I'm going to come so good …"

Ron just groaned, unable to talk, and tried to push his tongue deeper. She, in turn, pressed down a bit more, seeking more friction. He kneaded her tits with relish, enthralled by her expression of pure pleasure, and, when she opened her eyes wide and looked down at him, he knew she was just there.

Quickly moving his hands back to her hips to stead her, he tilted his head a bit and began to lap at her clit. She let out a shriek and started to move desperately, rubbing herself against her organ, until, overcome by the sensations, she came explosively.

"ROOOOOOON! OH, GODS, RON! Oh, ohhhh, fuuuuuuck …!"

She kept rocking her hips, her back arched, as she rode out her pleasure. Ron kept lapping at her, wanting to make her orgasm as long as possible, until, spent, she just fell onto the bed on her side, panting.

Ron wiped his mouth and shifted a bit so he was next to her, his eyes moving over her body, making a brief pause on her heaving tits before focusing on her face. As if sensing his stare, she opened her eyes and smiled at him in satisfaction.

"I'm good, ain't I?"

"Normally I'd say your too full of yourself, but I can't deny it. It was fucking amazing, Ron."

He chuckled. "I love when you swear, my sexy girlfriend."

"I suppose you have instilled some bad Auror habits in me."

"Mmm, I think I remember you swearing quite early in our relationship, Love, and I was not an Auror then."

"Okay, you instilled some bad Ron habits in me, then."

"That's more like it," he nodded, pleased.

Hermione reached for him and brought his mouth to hers. They kissed, slowly, languidly. However, as time passed, their desire grew and Ron moved one hand to her hip and then her ass, which he cupped greedily. Hermione moaned into his mouth.

"What do you want, Ron?" she asked sultrily, her tone sending shivers of delight down his spine.

"You."

"Then have me. Whichever way you prefer."

Groaning, Ron pounced on her and, rolling her onto her back, settled between her open, welcoming legs and pressed his dick against her wet, scorching hot pussy.

"Enter me, Ron. Fill me up."

He kissed her again, ravenously, and then shoved his cock in her to the hilt in one go, relishing the delicious pressure of her walls and the way his shaft stretched her. Fuck, she felt bloody amazing.

She gasped at the intrusion and then put her arms around him, pulling him to her. "Merlin, Ron … Mmm, I love it when you enter me, I feel so — so full, so complete."

"Fuck, yeah," he nodded, starting to move, wanting to feel her cunt massage his cock. "I love fucking you, Hermione. Shit, I love burying my cock in your tight, hot, wet, amazing pussy …"

She moaned again, staring at her with such want, such love, that Ron had to claim her mouth once more.

He tried to go slowly, but their combined lust and the incredible way she made him feel did not allow it, and soon he was fucking her hard, slamming powerfully into her, over and over.

Hermione moaned and moaned, her hands caressing his back while her boobs jiggled deliciously. Grunting at the sight, he pressed his body against her, crushing both mounds of flesh under his own chest. She moved her own legs higher, crossing her ankles just behind his bum and allowing for a deeper penetration.

Ron took advantage of it and moved fast, rocking his hips so he would go as deep as possible with each thrust.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Hermione … Unngh …"

"Fuck me, Ron. Fuck me hard like this. Gods, I love when you do it like this. I'm getting close, and I want you to cum deep inside me while I'm still climaxing. Can you do that for me?" she asked among pants.

"Fuck, yes, I can. Get ready to have your pretty cunt pounded, Love …"

"Yes, Ron, yes!"

Groaning into her mouth, he kissed her hard before going at it harder. He could feel her own breath mixed with his as they panted, grunted and moaned, the pleasure in their young bodies escalating to that point that would give them the greatest bliss.

Supporting his weight with his elbows, Ron slid his hands under her, holding her as he thrust like mad.

"Oh, gods, Ron, you're hitting the perfect spot! Oh, gods, oh, gods, I'm about to cum again! I'm about to cum again, Ron!"

"Cum for me," he demanded. "Cum for me, Hermione, milk me!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Cum with me, Ron! Fill my pussy! Fill my — OOOOOOH, ROOOON! OH, GODS, YESYESYES!"

"Fuck, Hermione!" he shouted when he felt her perfect pussy grip him even more tightly. "Fuuuuuck!"

"Come with me! Oh, gods, come with me, Ron!"

Ron fucked her even harder and let himself go. Barely a couple of seconds later, he felt the well-known sensation of his climax approaching and, with really hard thrust, buried himself in her completely and, shouting, "Cumming!" began to shoot into her, feeling the most delicious ecstasy fill his horny body.

He kept thrusting and thrusting as he emptied himself in her eager body, until, spend, he sagged over her, panting hard.

"Holy fuck …" he managed to say.

"Mmm, holy fuck indeed, Ron …" she nodded, a smile of pure delight on her face. "An amazing, holy fuck …"

Ron couldn't help but laugh as he rolled off her.

"Mmm," he sighed contentedly. Besides him, Hermione turned to face him, lying on her side, and propped her head on her right arm. "So — that's it?" she asked, her tone teasing. "Two orgasms and we're done?"

Ron raised an eyebrow at her. "Aren't you the one complaining I never get enough?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I complain …"

"I hope not, many women would be pretty content with cumming twice in one session, you know."

"Oh, and you know much about what other women get while having sex?"

"One hears things," he said, shrugging, but looking quite proud.

"Well, you shouldn't believe everything you heard," she replied.

"Perhaps." He moved his hands to between her legs, cupping her wet pussy. "Now, are we going to keep talking about other people, or are we going to fuck again?"

At his words, Hermione reached for him and pulled him towards her so he was partially lying on top and opened her legs to give him room. "Does this answer that silly question, Auror Weasley?"

Laughing, Ron lowered his head to kiss her, his hand moving along her folds, teasing her entrance and her still swollen clit. She moaned into his mouth while bucking her hips, and Ron felt his cock throb with need. Fuck, he couldn't get enough of her. He had heard that, after a few years, sex got better in many ways, but that craving, raw need diminished, that you didn't need to jump over your girlfriend every time she was naked. And yeah, he now could see her taking a shower, or changing, and not get an erection, but, the smallest insinuation on her part, and he was ready to go. In fact, ready to go even more times in a row than when they had started having sex.

But Ron wasn't one to question good things, and having his cock always ready to fuck his amazing, beautiful, sexy girlfriend was one of them.

Before long, he was sucking on her perfect tits, his right arm cradling her neck while he continued to stimulate her clit with his free hand. She was regaling him with the most amazing, sexiest moans, and he kept sucking, relishing in her taste and wanting more.

Before she could climax, however, she pushed him off her and, rolling him onto his back, she straddling him, a feral look on her face.

"I know I said that you could have me any way you wanted," she said, her breathing ragged. "But I really, really want to ride your cock."

"Well, then, Hermione, I want you on top, riding my cock," he said, putting his hands on her hips. "Make me cum like this."

Her eyes darkening with lust, she took his dick into her pussy with practised ease, then began to rotate her hips in that maddening way. Ron groaned in pleasure. Having his cock enveloped by her hot, wet, tight cunt while she was on top her breasts bouncing and her hair all wild, was simply amazing.

With her eyes fixed on his, Hermione began to move fast and hard from the start. Clearly he had got her really close with his hand. He helped her as he kneaded her hips and ass, his eyes moving from her pleasure-ridden face to her tits.

"Touch them. Touch them, Ron," she demanded.

Ron moved his hands to cup both globes and squeezed them the way they both liked. Hermione seemed to get even wilder and moved her hands from his chest to the headboard, using it for support as she slammed into him with need and purpose, filling the room with the amazing noise of her bum hitting his thighs repeatedly.

"Fuck, Hermione …"

"Mmm, Ron, you feel so good … So firm, so hard inside me … Ohhhhh, I love this … I love this, fuuuck …"

"Shit, me too! Keep going like that!"

"I won't last," she managed to say, her mouth open in silent moans. "I won't last, Ron!"

"Then don't! Cum all over me! I promise you, it won't be the last. I'll make you cum so many times tonight!"

"Oh, gods, oh, gods, yes! Oh, yes, Ron, yes, yes, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'M COMING!" she finally screamed, slamming down with all her might. Ron groaned in delight when her pussy spasmed around him, clutching him in her tight vice as she climaxed powerfully.

Ron felt himself close as well, so he began to thrust upwards. However, as her orgasm ebbed away, she slowed down, tired.

"No, don't stop," he said, moving his hands to her hips. "Don't stop now, 'Ermione!"

"Ron, I — I c-can't —"

"You do!" he shouted and, grasping her by her hips, thrust harder. Hermione, moaning loudly, tried to help him. However, unable to do much, she lay on top of him.

"Fuck me like this, Ron."

Roaring, Ron moved his hands to her ass and held both cheeks as he followed her instructions, thrusting into her at a frantic pace.

She moaned again in delight, her eyes fixed on his, and, together, they savoured their pleasure — her, enjoying the way he moved in her after her climax, him, the build-up to a strong finish.

"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, I'm there! Unnnghhh …!"

"Cum in me," she whispered, her voice oozing need. "Cum in me, Ron …"

"Fuck, yes, Hermione, cumming! Ohhh, fuck, cumming!" he shouted as his cock swelled and unloaded for the third time into her body, the pleasure filling every inch of his body. "Ahhh, fuck …"

"Good, wasn't it?" she muttered in a satisfied tone, resting her head on his shoulder as they both regained their breath.

"Shit, yeah …" he kissed her cheek. "Tired?"

"Mmm, blissfully," she said, sighing contentedly.

"Yeah?" he asked with a slight smirk. "Well, bad luck, Love, 'cause I want more. After all, I haven't been inside that tight ass of yours yet. In fact, I haven't fucked it since before the mission, and I think that burying my dick in your delicious bum is a way to celebrate my promotion in style, don't you think?"

She looked at him, a smile curving her lips. "I guess it is. Though you'll have to be careful," she added, in a fake worried tone. "You see, it's been a while and my ass surely has got a lot tighter …"

"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned, her words conjuring images of the incredible pleasure that was fucking her in the ass. Moving from under her, he kissed her hard, and she responded in kind.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

"From behind, on your hands and knees."

She gave him another kiss, then turned on the bed and got in position. Ron, kneeling besides her, watched, enthralled, the image she offered.

"Come on, Ron …" she said, looking at him over her shoulder and shaking her ass invitingly.

Ron moved behind her and she opened her legs to give him space. Ron's hands quickly found their place on her ass, kneading and squeezing with relish. Shit, she really had the most amazing ass. Giving her a blazing look, he spread her cheeks to reveal her little puckered hole and lowered his face to lick it, eliciting a delicious moan from her.

"Mmm, I love it when you do that, Ron … Gods, your tongue is amazing …"

Ron didn't reply, occupied as he were. Gathering spit, he let it fall into her entrance as he fingered her pussy. Then moved the finger to her ass and, slowly, pushed it inside. Hermione moaned louder and bucked her hips. His cock throbbing with desire, Ron lowered his head and licked her pussy from behind while still fingering her ass. After adding another finger and stretching her a bit, he got back up and thrust back into her cunt, making her gasp.

"Let's lube up my dick a bit, right?"

"Mmm, yes, yes, Ron … Gods, move it …"

Ron fucked her a bit, leisurely, then, unable to wait any longer, he took it out and pressed the tip against her asshole.

"Ready?"

"You know I am."

"Fuck, Love," he said as he pushed. Her ring of muscles gave up, and the head went it. Ron groaned in delight at the tightness and warmth of her asshole. "Merlin's holiest pants, Hermione … Shit, your ass feels amazing… and the view …"

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes smouldering with want and lust. "Fuck my ass, Ron."

He grunted and began to move, getting more and more of his cock in her with every push, until, after a minute, he bottomed in, his hips resting against her fleshy, rounded cheeks.

It was heaven.

"Ahhh, fuuck …"

"Move," she demanded, shaking her hips a bit. "Move, Ron."

Ron couldn't deny her and began fucking her, increasing his tempo with every thrust. The tightness felt both familiar and alien, and he relished every second he was buried in her bum. He had done this to her dozens of times, and it never got old.

"Hermione, your ass … Oh, fuck, oh, fuuuuck …" he groaned, speeding up, his cock demanding more and more.

"Yes, Ron, yes. Fuck me. Gods, I feel so full when you're in my ass. Mmmm … I want to come again …"

"Do it! Cum with me, Hermione! Shit, I want you to milk my cock when you cum!"

Hermione began to push backwards, countering his thrusts, and soon they were fucking like mad, the gentleness for the start completely forgotten in the haze of the incredible pleasure that filled them both. Ron could see Hermione using one hand to touch her tits and it drove him even hornier. He fucker harder and faster, his hips and lower belly slamming into her ass noisily while his hands held her, occasionally using one of them to squeeze her jiggly bum. He could barely move his eyes apart from the point where her asshole stretched around his girth and, despite having come three times, he felt another strong climax approaching.

Hermione squirmed and moaned under his assault, sending his body into overdrive, so, slowing down a bit, he slid his hand under her body to touch her clit.

"RON!" she yelled the moment she touched it. "Oh, gods!"

"Cum, Hermione … I need you to cum right now …" he whispered, almost demandingly, into her ear.

She let out a squeal, moving her hips quickly and driving Ron mad. He resumed thrusting, though still slowly, as he rubbed her.

"Your ass feels so fucking good," he kept saying, his voice husky and low. "I love fucking your little asshole, Hermione … It's like heaven for my cock …"

"Oh, gods, Ron! Gods, gods, gods, I'm — Gods, just a little more, just a — OH, YES!" she shouted suddenly, her body seizing. Ron was suddenly unable to move, his cock trapped by her anal muscles as she came powerfully. She cried and moaned, overcome by the sensations, until, unable to hold her own, body, lay her head on the mattress.

Ron, overwhelmed by lust, pushed her so she was lying flat on her belly and began to hammer down into her, now just seeking his own release. Her bum gripped him tightly and deliciously, and it took him just half a minute until he felt himself on the edge. Burying himself in her to the hilt, he rutted unevenly against her ass as he came, filling her to the brim with another load while he grunted, his face in her wild mane.

"Oh, shit … Oh, shit, Hermione, that was so fucking intense …" he managed to say. "Holy buggering fuck …"

"Mmm, yes …" came her weak voice. "You really buggered me, Ron …"

Ron blinked a few times, still processing her words, and then let out a hearty laugh.

"Merlin, I love you, Hermione," he said, kissing her cheek.

"Good to know, after the things I let you do to me …"

"Well, you benefit as well, don't you?"

"Mmm, can't deny that, I suppose," she admitted, turning her head to face him. She passed her had across her face, pushing away the strands of hair sticking to it. Ron wished she wouldn't do that. He loved her like that, natural and wild, the image of Hermione only he got to see.

He kissed her, with his cock still inside her, and she responded happily, despite the uncomfortable position. As they mouths moved against the other, he slid one hand under her and cup one of her breasts, squeezing gently.

"Can't leave them alone, can't you?" she asked teasingly.

"I swear I try, but I just love them so much …"

She kissed him this time, and Ron found himself hardening again in her ass.

"More?" she asked.

"Is that a question or an offer?"

"Both."

"Fuck, yes. More, Hermione. Always more," he declared, and began to move again inside her now stretched ass. Fuck, that was amazing. He wondered how many times he could take her in a row if she could stand it.

His cock hardened completely, and Ron began to kiss her jaw, then her neck, his hips moving up and down. She stuck her ass up, making it easier for him (and giving him a sexier view). Ron took advantage and began to move faster, already feeling his need growing inside him. The previous orgasm should have sated him, and, though in a way it had (he could have gone to sleep perfectly happy) in other only made him want her more. He took her earlobe between his teeth and pulled a bit, his hand still grasping her breast firmly.

After a bit, and despite how pleasurable this position was, he felt he wanted a change, so, taking his cock out of her ass, he knelt on the bed, sitting on his ankles.

"Kneel before me facing away and sit on my lap," he instructed her.

She did as told, giving him a fantastic view, and Ron positioned her so he could put his cock back in her ass. Then holding her, against him, he rocked his hips. It didn't allow him much movement, but it was enough to get him going, and in this position he could play with her tits and pussy easily.

So, as he continued fucking her in the ass, he squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples while he fingered her pussy with the other hand, his palm rubbing against her clit.

"Gods, Ron …"

"You like this, Hermione?" he whispered against her ear.

"Oh, yes, Ron, you're so brilliant at this … You get the most wicked ideas …"

Ron's only response was a grunt, then he threw himself into the sex, intent on making her come again before he finished once more in her perfect, snug ass. Hermione, on her part, allowed him to play with her and take her to the edge and beyond. She just rocked her hips, moving between his cock and his hand.

"Fuck, you're so sexy …" he growled, fingering her faster. "You look so good like this, with my cock in your ass … your cunt dripping around my fingers …"

"Ron … Ron, gods, more. More, please," she begged, lifting her arms and reaching behind her over her shoulders so she could grasp the back of his head. Ron bit her neck and moved his own hips faster, eager for more friction and pleasure, though still focusing on her.

His dedication proved productive when she began to move her hips faster and her panting became more ragged.

"Are you going to come, Hermione? On my cock and fingers?" he whispered into her ear. He felt her shiver slightly before answering.

"Yes! Yes, Ron, yes, I'm just there! Gods, keep going, keep going!"

Ron applied more pressure to her clit and made sure to touch the other side from within her. At the same time, he used two fingers of his other hand to rub her hard nipple.

"OOOOOOOOH, ROOON!"

Ron felt her anal muscles grip him almost painfully for the second time that day and his cock throbbed in pleasure. Unable to thrust, he remained deep in her ass while he kept moving his hands, carrying her through her orgasm.

"Oh, gods … Gods, Ron … I — I can't — Oh, gods …"

"You can," he said, moving both hands to hold her against him. "You can, Hermione. You can take me 'till I cum, right?"

"Yes …" she managed to say, her voice feeble. "Yes …"

Overcome with lust and desire, Ron raised on his knees, dragging her with him, and then started to thrust frantically, pounding her ass mercilessly. Hermione let out a loud gasp and arched her back. Ron, who had an amazing view of her bouncing tits from over her shoulders, couldn't decide whether to stare at them or look down to see himself entering and exiting her tight ass. In the end, he just switched from one to the other.

"Shit, gonna cum," he told her after a minute. "Gonna cum, Hermione!"

"Cum in me, Ron …" she whispered. "Cum in me …"

"Unnngh, fuck, yesss! You feel so fucking good, so bloody fucking good! Unnngh, here it — Fuuuuuck, Hermione!" he grunted loudly. His hands flew to her tits and he squeezed them roughly as he pounded her into oblivion, his cock spurting once more deep inside her perfect bumhole and sending waves of pure ecstasy throughout his body.

"Unnngh, fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted with each thrust as he emptied himself in her clutching ass. He felt Hermione tightening her muscles once more, as if wanting to milk him of the last drop, and he gave one last, shallow thrust before the two fell onto their sides, still connected.

"Gods, Ron …"

"Yeah …" he said, still in bliss. "Fuck, yeah …"

After a minute, he extracted his shrinking cock from her and she turned to lie between his arms.

"We should take a shower," she said.

"Yeah," he nodded absentmindedly.

"But I don't want to move."

"Neither do I."

"Charm?"

He nodded and, making an effort, reached for his wand, casting a Cleaning Charm on them both.

After a couple of minutes, they moved to get under the sheets, sighing in contentment.

"Tonight has been quite the celebration," he commented after a bit.

"It has, hasn't it?" She looked up at him, love shining from her beautiful brown eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Ron."

He smiled at her. "And you know that means the world to me."

They kissed lovingly once more, and then then lay on the bed, Ron staring at the ceiling, feeling really good and at truly at peace for the first time since coming back from the mission.

"So — Neville is going to get married," commented Hermione, a bit too casually, after a bit.

"Yeah. Didn't see that one coming, to be honest."

"Neither did I. But Hannah and he seem very happy."

"Yeah."

"Do you think they're too young?" she asked after another brief silence.

Ron thought about it. "Dunno. In the Wizarding world is quite common to marry at twenty or so. Not as much as it was years ago, but still common." He looked down at her. "Are you — are you thinking about — about getting married?"

Her eyes met his. "No, not really. Well, maybe a bit. It's hard not to when your friends start tying the knot."

Ron gulped. Did she want him to propose?

"We have talked about getting married," he commented nonchalantly, hoping to get some hint of what she was thinking. Would he be ready to propose if that was what she wanted? There had been a time when he would have done it, during the war. But now that they were relatively safe, he no longer felt the need to hurry things. He wanted to marry her, of course, but not yet.

"Yes," she nodded. "And I want that, Ron. I want a life with you. But —" she trailed off, unsure.

"Not yet," he finished, feeling a bit relieved.

She smiled, and he could tell she was relieved as well.

"Not yet," she agreed.

"Good to see we're in the same page," he said with a small, nervous laugh.

"Yes. I didn't know how to tell you I wanted to wait if you were thinking about proposing."

"And I didn't know if I'd be ready to do that if you wanted me to."

They shared a look and then dissolved into fits of laughter.

"We're a pair of idiots, right?" he said. "Worrying about nothing. That's so us …"

She nodded, amused. "Yes, but at least we learned to communicate. Instead of hiding our doubts and eventually getting into a row, now we talk."

"Yes, we're such grownups …" he said with a chuckle.

"Only not enough grown up to be ready for marriage."

"Exactly. I like living in sin with you."

At such comment, Hermione stared at him for a moment, open-mouthed, then burst into raucous laughter. "'Living in sin'? Where have you heard that?"

"Dunno. In a film, I think. I asked your father about whether that was bad. He found the question rather amusing."

Hermione laughed again. "No doubt," she said, still hiccupping.

When she had calmed down, he grabbed her hand in his. "One day, then, we'll get married," he told her, now serious. "I really want you to be my wife, Hermione."

She cupped his cheek with infinite tenderness. "And I want you to be my husband, Ron. But you haven't got to propose. When the moment comes, we'll decide it together. I don't want you to second-guess yourself, wondering if that's what I want, and neither do I want to have to wait just because you're not sure if the time is right or not. We'll decide it together, like everything else, and once we're both ready, we'll do it."

Ron let out a deep breath of relief. "I like that. I like that a lot."

And then they were kissing again, and they passion grew once more. Soon, they were rolling across the large bed, until he found himself, once more, between her legs, his hard cock against her pussy.

"One last round?" he asked her, eyes boring into hers.

She nodded. "Please, Ron."

Claiming her lips in a kiss, he buried himself in her again, revelling in the familiar, yet still exhilarating sensation of being inside her body. They made love slowly as they kissed and kissed, only breaking apart to get some needed air. But those pauses were short and soon their mouths were connected once more as he thrust and thrust into her, moving them both, slowly but steadily, towards another release.

"Ron … I love you, Ron …" she moaned as she approached her climax.

"Me too … Fuck, I adore you, my Hermione … So fucking much …"

She arched her back and came. Ron groaned at the feeling of her gripping him and, letting himself succumb to the pleasure of her quivering cunt, followed her, spilling into her for the fifth time that night.

Finally, sated and happy, they drifted into sleep.

No nightmare disturbed them as they lay in each other's arms.

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Some of you might be disappointed I didn't delve more into the case Ron and Harry were working on. Well, as you know, this fic isn't about that, it focuses on Ron and Hermione together. Besides, that mission is covered in this other fic with more detail. Well, more or less, as they happen in slightly different universes, so there are differences, of course, but small ones. As you know, I try that my stories share as much background as possible, even between stories that are not cannon compliant. Makes for a richer universe and helps me to keep my sanity