Well, the new chapter! I really loved this one, and I hope you like it as well!
Chapter 39
Family Holiday
"You look quite soaked, Sir," commented one of the coat stands as soon as he stepped into the house.
"I hadn't noticed, thanks," replied Ron angrily, taking his cloak off and hanging it on top of it. "Fucking English weather," he muttered, walking into the living room.
"Ron, you're getting the floor wet!" he heard Hermione yell from her favourite armchair. He looked at her, comfortably dressed in her pyjamas and a robe, her feet lying on her footstool and an open book on her lap.
"I know, I know. Give me a minute." He approached the fireplace, revelling in the warmth, then took out his wand to cast a Drying Charm on him and the floor behind him.
"Where have you been? You remember the Impervious Charm, right?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.
"I do," he growled. "But you can't cast one when you're disillusioned and trailing a suspect, right?" he explained a bit harshly, dropping onto the couch. "Which was an entire waste of time, by the way, as he was just meeting his younger sister."
"Sorry," she said, eyeing him with sympathy.
"Yeah, well, happens sometimes," he said with resignation. He stared at her. "What about you? You look quite comfortable."
"Now. I came back just an hour ago," she told him.
"An hour ago?" He looked at the wall clock. "But it's eight now!" he exclaimed. "And, unlike me, you haven't got shifts."
"I had a meeting with Knowton, Kingsley and Tawttings today. I'll be officially transferred to the Legal Office after Christmas."
"Really, it's official?" said Ron, his face lighting up. "Love, that's amazing!" he exclaimed happily. However, a moment later he frowned. "Wait a second — I thought you were going to wait until next week to talk to them!"
"Yes, I was going to, but I had to talk to Knowton about that elf case in Southampton, and, when he asked me about my plans, I told him I was finally ready, that the work I had wanted to do at the Department of Magical Creatures was essentially done. He almost leaped in joy, then scheduled a meeting with Kingsley. So I had to go to Tawttings and tell him personally. I didn't want him to know from others."
"I imagine he wasn't very happy, right?" commented Ron. "Though he knew you wanted to switch."
Hermione nodded. "You're right, he wasn't very happy, but well, he accepted it gracefully."
"Well, he can't protest much, you gave his Department more publicity than ever before. And way more budget."
Hermione smiled. "I suppose. But still, he said he was sad to see me go."
"Of course he was, you are the best," stated Ron, making her smile. "Well, I think we should celebrate properly. We'll be working in the same department!" he exclaimed, excited.
A new smile formed on Hermione's face, though this time it was a tired one. "I'd love to have a proper celebration, but now I'm swamped with work. I promised Tawttings I'd leave everything settled with my replacement. And —" she started to add, a blush covering her cheeks, "— I've got to start working on some things for the Legal Office next month. So it's going to be a hard transition."
"Next month? But next month is December, and you're not switching until January!"
She nodded.
"Hermione …" he groaned, his tone slightly scolding. "Why do you accept work from an office while still belonging in another?"
She looked a bit sheepish when she answered. "I know, I know it's absurd, and that I shouldn't. But Knowton was so excited, and he asked me and — well, you know me."
Ron let out an exasperated sigh. "Hermione, Love, you're brilliant, and the hardest worker I've ever met, but you can't run the entire Ministry on your own, you know."
"Oh, don't exaggerate," she replied, amused, though her face turned serious again a moment later. "I know what you mean. I just — I don't want to disappoint anyone."
Ron shook his head. "You're going to burn yourself out," he said with concern, knowing who she could get with work. If she wasn't careful she'd end up doing as much work as if she were actually working for both Departments.
"I know. I think I'm going to need a holiday. A proper one, besides Christmas."
At this, Ron's face lit up. "Hey, that's a bloody good idea! Let's do that. We can go for a week. Maybe France? We could do some sightseeing, visit a few museums —"
Hermione smiled at him, clearly grateful. "Oh, Ron, you know I'd normally love that. And I love you for suggesting it, knowing you are not fond of museums and such, but what I'm going to need is Sun and quiet. To just relax."
"Well, Sun …" mumbled Ron. "It's November and we're in Britain —" He shut up abruptly, having been struck by the most amazing idea. "Hey — what about Australia?"
"Australia?" she repeated, furrowing her brows.
"Yeah! When we were there we said we would come back, remember? But we never did. Last time we went it was winter, but it'll be almost summer next month in there, won't it? We could take your parents and mine — we said we'd take them one day — and maybe we could invite Harry and Ginny along? We could stay at the Harbour hotel again, go to the beach …"
"Oh, Ron, that is a really great idea! But — won't it be too much?"
"Nah, we've got money enough. We both have well-paid jobs and we aren't ones to spend a lot in meaningless things." He made a pause. "Unless you're referring to taking our parents with us? It could be, but I thought that they would be able to keep each other entertained, so we can relax."
Hermione cocked her head a bit, biting her lower lip as she thought about it, then nodded slowly. "Okay. Let's tell them this weekend. I think I can get a free week in a month or so."
"It's a plan, then."
"But I'll probably have to put a few more hours the next weeks to get ahead on work."
"Or your could not take duties that aren't yet your responsibility."
"Yes, I suppose I could," she admitted.
Ron eyed her for a bit, then shook his head. "Well, a few more hours a week, then. I suppose I can live with that …"
She gave him a sheepish smile.
— o —
"Welcome to Sydney Harbour Wizarding Resort, ladies and gentlemen," said the welcome wizard as soon as they stepped out of the fireplace. Ron looked around, a grin on his face. His eyes met Hermione's, who had the same expression, and he knew at once she was remembering their previous stay here.
"Hi!" said Ron's dad cheerfully, shaking the man's hand. "We're the Weasleys and Grangers and — well, our children."
"Welcome to Australia. Please, follow me to the reception and our personnel will check you in and get you settled in your rooms."
Everyone looked at Hermione, who had done the reservations, and she moved towards the receptionist, a man who had been already working there two years and a half ago.
"Good evening, I —"
"Oh, Ms Granger!" the man said, beaming. "Yes, yes, we were waiting for you. It's such a pleasure to have you visiting us again."
"Thanks," said Hermione, a bit flushed. "We got four rooms reserved —"
"I can't believe you got to stay in a place like this for two entire weeks, alone," Ginny told Ron, her voice full of envy. "The hotel in Egypt was good, but this is simply incredible."
Ron grinned smugly at her. "Well, wait until you see the sights from the terrace."
"It's quite different than Wizarding Britain, for sure," pointed out Harry.
"It is, isn't it? I've got such good memories from here …" said Ron dreamily.
Harry frowned. "I'm sure you have, but keep them to yourself, please."
Ron was about to reply, but Hermione called for them so they could get the keys to their rooms.
After thanking the receptionist, who couldn't help but stare at Harry, they headed for the lifts, taking one to the eight floor.
"How about we get settled and meet on the terrace for dinner?" suggested Hermione's dad.
"Sounds good," agreed Ron's mum, who still looked a bit out of her place in such a posh place. Ron couldn't help but feel even gladder that Hermione, Harry, Ginny and he had invited them and paid for everything.
He followed Hermione to their room, and couldn't help but smile when he saw the plaque with the number on the door.
"You asked for the same room!" he exclaimed as they went in.
Hermione looked at him with a bright smile on her face. "I thought it would be nice, and, fortunately, it was free," she said, closing the door.
Ron, grinning devilishly, dropped their luggage and put his hands on her hips, caressing her over the beautiful blue dress she was wearing. "Did you want to relive some memories, Ms Granger?" he asked in a flirting tone.
"Maybe," she replied, her voice coy.
Already turned on, Ron claimed her mouth. Hermione responded eagerly, throwing her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. Ron quickly carried them to the bed, his hands groping and squeezing her ass. After putting her on the large mattress, he gave her a wicked grin and knelt on the floor. Letting out a happy squeal, Hermione spread her legs for him. Ron pushed the fanning skirt up until it was bunched around her waist, revealing the extremely sexy black lace panties she was wearing.
"Mmm, you prepared a treat for me," he commented, eyeing her mound.
"All for you."
Ron lowered his head and began to lick her over her panties, until they were so wet from his saliva and her juices they were almost see-through.
"Take the off, Ron," she begged between pants, bucking her hips a bit. "Please, take them off."
Ron hooked his fingers around the narrow waistband and pulled, dragging the soaked cloth down her smooth legs. Once they were on the floor, his eyes zeroed once more on her juicy pussy, glistening for him, and he delved in like a starved man. Hermione arched her back and moaned loudly, her hands moving to his hair to hold him against her as she rocked her hips, fucking his face.
Ron lapped and licked, his years of experience eating her pussy allowing him to drive her near the point of insanity in just minutes.
"Ron, Ron, please, I need to come," she said, panting. "Gods, I need to come."
"Mmm, only good girls get to come, Hermione," he replied, his tone playful. "Are you a good girl?"
"Yes! Yes, I am! Please, don't stop!" she begged, pushing his head back to where it had been. Ron, however, resisted (though he had to make a good effort. She certainly was eager.)
"Mmm, I'm not sure …"
"Ron, for Merlin's sake, if you don't go back to eating me —"
"No, no, no, good girls don't get to make threats, Hermione. Good girls make other people happy, you know. Do you make other people happy? Me, for example?"
She opened her eyes and fixed them on him, the intensity on her look almost making him retreat. "You make me come right now and I'll suck your cock so good you won't be able to climb the stairs to the terrace. Is that 'good girl' enough for you?"
"Fuck, yeah!" he exclaimed and buried his face back in her dripping, hot cunt. He ate her out ravenously, sucking on her clit, then tongue-fucking her, then going back up. Finally, when he knew she was getting really close, he shoved two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass and sucked on her clit as hard as he could.
Hermione lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders, trapping his head with her thighs, then rocked her pussy against his face and fingers until she came so powerfully she almost passed out. Ron kept lapping and licking her, enjoying her juices, then resurfaced to look at her. She looked incredibly relaxed and peaceful now, breathing deeply as she rested, her eyes closed.
"Satisfied?" he asked, lying next to her, his own cock throbbing in need.
"Uh-huh," she said, nodding. Letting out a sigh of contentment, she opened her eyes and looked to the side, to the view of the Opera House in the twilight. "Mmm, this is exactly what I needed, a good orgasm and lying on a big bed, relaxing, with nothing else to do."
Ron arched an eyebrow at her. "One would say we don't own a very large bed."
"We do, but I haven't come in almost a week, haven't I? I wouldn't be so stressed if you treated me to this more often."
Ron stared at her, open-mouthed. "You're kidding, right? I tried to have sex with you three days ago and you almost bit my head off, saying you were too busy and that I was just a selfish git with his brain in his prick!"
At such reminder, Hermione blushed.
"Well, as I said, I was stressed. I wanted to finish those reports and the procedure guides before coming here."
"Well, don't blame me for not cumming more, then. You know I'm always happy to oblige."
"You're right. And, let me tell you, boyfriend of mine, that you fulfil your sexual obligations in a very satisfactory manner. You certainly deserve an 'Outstanding,'" she said, her lips curved into a small smile. "Now, I think I said I was a good girl, right? And good girls don't leave their boyfriends in such a state —" She put her hands over his bulge, stroking it and drawing a gasp from Ron "— especially after they've had their pussy eaten so good."
Ron shook his head and couldn't help but laugh.
Hermione grinned sexily at him, then straddled his legs, opening his jeans and lowering them enough to extract his hard cock. Licking her lips, she began to stroke it while watching his face.
"Fuck, Hermione, yes … Missed your hands …"
"Did you?" she teased, her other hand moving to fondle his balls. "What about my lips, Ron? Do you want to feel them wrapped around your thick cock?"
"Merlin, yeah … More than anything …"
Giggling, Hermione moved a bit, then lowered her head to his cock. She licked all around it, tasting his precum and causing more groans from him. Ron watched her avidly, eager not just for the amazing feeling of her sucking him, but for the visual stimulation as well.
She continued playing with his balls as she locked and lapped, as if she were getting reacquainted with this dick, which throbbed. Ron moaned in pleasure, forcing himself not to buck his hips in search of the depths of her mouth.
"Hermione … fuck …"
"Should I suck it, Ron? Should I take this cock in my mouth and suck it until it bursts?"
"Fuck, yes! Yes!"
"Well, then …" she said before opening her mouth and swallowing the tip. She did it slowly, slowly, swirling her tongue around it, savouring it, and Ron growled in both pleasure and frustration.
"Fuuuck, Hermione …!"
"Tastes good, Ron," she said before suckling on it again. She never took more than a couple of inches, lavishing it lovingly. Ron couldn't resist anymore and bucked his hips, getting deeper into her mouth. Instead of chastising him, she moaned and took it in stride, swallowing him whole until he entered her throat.
"Aahhh, fuck, yes! Oh, yes, Hermione, yes! Shit, feels so bloody good!"
Hermione began to suck in earnest, tightening her lips hard around the shaft as she retreated, her tongue doing the most wicked things. After almost a week without sex, Ron felt already about to explode.
"Hermione, gonna cum! Oh, shit, gonna cum in your mouth! Fuck, don't stop! Don't stop!"
Hermione only sucked harder, kneading his balls with fervour, as if coaxing them to give their load. Ron wasn't in the mood to hold it back, so he began to move his hips, helping her. Hermione bobbed her head harder, eager to make him cum.
A dazzling, bright light exploded before Ron's eyes as his cock throbbed and then began to shoot his creamy cum directly into Hermione's throat. She kept moving, humming in delight as she swallowed, gulping down spurt after spurt of his spunk until he had nothing more to give. And, even then, she kept suckling on the tip, determined to get every drop.
"Oh, fuck … Oh, fuck, Hermione, that was — Fuck …" he muttered, his entire body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm.
She took it all in one last time and slurped on it before releasing it with a noisily pop, then smiled at him. "You sounded like it felt good."
"Fuck … Good doesn't even get to cover it, Love."
She crawled next to him and lay on the bed, her head propped on her left arm. "So I'm a good girl, then?"
He gave him a dazed smile. "You're the best."
They allowed themselves five minutes to rest, then got up. Hermione waved her wand to put their things in the wardrobe while Ron took their toiletries to the bathroom. Once there, he looked at the tub, a smile appearing on his face as his mind was assaulted with memories of all the naughty things they had done in it.
When he got back to the room, Hermione was next to the large window, watching the night fell over the city.
"I missed this view," she commented as he joined her.
"Me too. We had a really great time here, didn't we?"
She nodded. "And I got my parents back. That's when the war truly ended for me."
Ron wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, kissing her temple.
"I'll never forget your face when you saw your mum. Or hers, when she dropped the mug she was holding," he said with a smile. Hermione let out a chuckle. She looked up at him and pecked him on the lips. "Should we go up? I could do with a drink."
"Sparklejuice?" suggested Ron, hopeful.
She laughed. "Sparklejuice."
They left the room, hand in hand, and went to the staircase leading to the top of the hotel. Half the tables or so were occupied by witches and wizards from every part of the world, who enjoyed their dinner as night fell while a soft music played in the background. Ron's stomach grumbled at the smell of dinner. He felt famished, even though he had had breakfast just a few hours before. Hermione had insisted they should get up very early to get accustomed to the time shift.
"Ron, your parents are already here," said Hermione. Ron followed her gaze and saw them, standing next to the railing as they looked at the city. Ron and Hermione approached them.
"Hey, Dad, Mum. Enjoying the view?" asked Ron.
"Ron, Hermione! This is incredible!" exclaimed his mum, her eyes bright.
"It looks almost Muggle, this hotel," added his dad, sounding as excited as little child with a new toy. "And look at those boats down in the harbour! Didn't you go on a trip on one of them?"
"Yeah, we did," nodded Ron.
"Oh, that would be amazing! Can we go while we're here?"
Hermione smiled. "Of course, Arthur. The views are really lovely."
"Arthur, I'm not sure …"
"Oh, come on, Molly! It'll be fun! We're on the other side of the world, we must enjoy it!"
"I guess," said Ron's mum. She looked at Ron and Hermione, her eyes full of love. "By the way, thank you for bringing us here. You didn't have to, this hotel alone must cost a fortune."
"It's okay, Molly," said Hermione dismissively.
"Molly is right, this must cost a lot. We don't mind paying our part —"
"Don't you dare," said Ron warningly. "This is a gift, Dad. You and mum —" He gulped down "you and mum raised us, and you had to deny yourselves a lot just to pay for our clothes and books and everything. Our family has always struggled with money, and though I've got to admit it was tough — especially with those horrible dress robes,
Mum — we never went without. Raising the seven of us was not easy, but you did a wonderful job. I can't imagine a better way to spend my money than to treat you to a well-deserved holiday."
His mum's eyes were bright with tears.
"Oh, my Ronnie!" she sobbed, throwing her arms around him. "I'm so proud of you …"
"There, there, Mum," he said, patting her back.
"Ron's right," added Hermione, who also looked teary. "You both are like parents to me. You took me in as another member of your family. When my parents had to leave, you gave me a home. This is the last I could do to show how much you mean to me."
"Oh, Hermione!" Ron's mum cried, embracing her. "We love you so much! We're so happy you're with our Ron. There's no way he c-c-could ever find a b-better w-woman than y-you."
"Thanks, Mum," said Ron, amused. His dad chuckled.
"Why are you all crying?" asked then Ginny. She and Harry had approached them without anyone noticing.
"Oh, Ginny, it's just I'm so happy!" said their Mum, releasing Hermione. Harry looked at Ron, completely flabbergasted. He just shrugged.
"What's happened?" inquired Ginny, a suspicious look on her face. She looked at Ron and Hermione. "Are you getting married? Pregnant?"
"What? No!" shouted Ron.
"Then?"
"It's just we've got such amazing children!" explained their Mum, now embracing her daughter.
"Er —- Well, I already knew you had a wonderful daughter," she said, caught by surprise but her mum's sudden outburst. "The boys are not bad, I suppose, for a bunch of prats." Harry let out a loud laugh, while Ron glared at his sister.
"Thank y-y-you for — hic! — inviting us to t-this t-t-trip," managed to say their mum between hiccups.
"Oh, that. Well, it was nothing, Mum. You and dad haven't gone in a holiday since we went to Egypt, you deserve to have a good time."
"Oh, Ginny!"
"Ah, you're all here already!" they heard Hermione's dad exclaim, sounding cheerful. "Good, I'm really famished." He paused, frowning. "What's up? Why are you all crying?"
Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting at a round table near the railing as they enjoyed the appetizers and a couple of bottles of Sparklejuice. Ron's parents seemed unable to stop looking at the city, now that night was over them and the lights were on.
"Muggles are really amazing," said his dad in awe.
Mr Granger laughed, patting him on the back.
"Well, giving where we are, Arthur, I must say the same about wizards!"
Dinner progressed between chatter and laughter. Ron, Hermione and the Grangers ordered the typical Australian dishes so Harry, Ginny and Ron's parents could try them, accompanied by more Sparklejuice and copious amounts of wine. In fact, by the time they were finishing, both Mr Granger and Ron's dad were almost drunk.
"Arthur, don't you think you've got enough?" chastised Ron's mum when his father refilled his glass for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, come on, Molly, this is a party!" exclaimed William, a bit too loudly. "Besides, we haven't got to drive — or — or to Appareate! Our rooms are just downstairs!"
"It's 'Apparate,' Dad …" corrected Hermione, amused.
"If you keep going you'll need help climbing them down if you don't want to break your necks," Ron's mum added, while Hermione's chuckled.
"Oh, let them be, Mum, it's quite funny seeing Dad like this," piped up Ginny, who was quite cheerful herself.
"You can ask for a Sobering Potion if needed, Molly," pointed out Hermione.
"Okay, okay, stop talking about us as if were drunk. We're not. We're fine, aren't we, Art?"
"More than fin', Will. More than fin'!"
"This is a special occasion. We're on holiday, invited for our wonderful children. It's only fair we toast to them!"
"'Ear, 'ear!" shouted Ron's dad.
"I mean," Mr Granger continued, "you did an amazing job raising Ron here." As he talked, he threw his arm around Ron's back, as he was sitting next to him, but with such force that almost made Ron choke on the mouthful of bread he had just taken into his mouth. "He is such a fine man, we're so happy he's with Hermione!"
"Er, thank — cough! — thanks, Will," Ron managed to say, while Harry and Ginny laughed silently.
"Oh, we're so happy Hermione is with him! We love her so much, and she's the kind of witch he needs!" added Ron's dad.
"And Ginny — you're so funny and feisty! I just love her sense of humour!"
Ginny beamed at him. "Thank you, Mr Granger. I find you quite charming as well."
He laughed before saying, "Will, just Will. No more 'Mr Granger,' you make me feel old …"
"We're old, Honey," pointed out his wife.
"We're not! But don't distract me — Let's not forget about Harry here, hero of the Wizarding World!" He said this even louder, and many of the other patrons turned their heads to look at them. Harry coiled a bit under all the stares. William, however, didn't seem to realise that and continued. "Of course, none of us raised you, Harry, but you're also an excellent lad! And though not related by blood, you're like a son! Isn't that true?"
"Absolutely," nodded Ron's dad with fervour. "Everyone knows 'e's like another son …"
"Eh, thanks, Mr Weasley," said Harry, obviously touched.
"Okay, okay, it's enough, you two," intervened Hermione's mum. "You're embarrassing the children, and if you keep raising your voices they're going to ask us to leave."
"Yes, please, act your age," added Ron's mum.
The two men looked at each other, their expression serious, and then broke into raucous laughter. Ron looked at Hermione, who was staring at them in a way that didn't make clear whether she was embarrassed or amused. Ginny, on the contrary was giggling, and Harry also had a smile plastered onto his face.
Finally, Hermione called for the waiter and asked him for two glasses of Sobering Potion. The waiter nodded, clearly amused, and left to fetch it. Their fathers, still laughing and joking, drowned them without looking at what they were.
At once, they're expressions turned into one of confusion, and they blinked a few times.
"Urgh, what was —? I feel a bit funny," commented Hermione's dad.
"Sobering potion," said Ron's. "Mmm," he added, clearly a bit embarrassed by their previous behaviour.
"I don't like it," said Mr Granger, frowning. "I was having fun."
"You two were going to get us expelled for public scandal," explained Hermione.
"And we all know that being expelled is worse than death," piped up Harry. Ron looked at Harry, surprised, and then both boys broke into raucous laughter.
"What's so funny?" they heard Ginny ask, looking befuddled. Hermione, blushing, just folded her arms, muttering, 'idiots.' That only made Ron and Harry laugh more.
"Should we order potions for them, too?" asked Hermione's mum.
"They're not drunk, just being assholes," said Hermione, glaring at them.
"Sorry, Love," managed to say Ron. "I just haven't thought about that in a long time."
"Admit it, Hermione, it was funny."
"What's so funny?" insisted Ginny. "I want to laugh as well."
"Well, it happened in first year, you know," started to tell Ron. "We had just run into Fluffy —"
"Fluffy?"
"Yeah, a three-headed gigantic dog Harry owned," explained Harry.
"A three-headed —? You mean like a Cerberus?" asked Jean, shocked.
"Exactly like a Cerberus," nodded Harry.
"Anyway," continued Ron, "we had just run into him after entering by mistake the forbidden corridor in which he was —"
"You mean we had to hide in there because Filch was after us because of your stupid duel with Malfoy."
"Duel with Malfoy?" repeated Ron's mum, scowling. "Ron, what were you doing duelling Draco Malfoy in first year?"
"It wasn't me duelling him, it was Harry. I just was his Second."
"Oh, that's much better!" exclaimed his mother sarcastically.
"Er —" Ron looked at Hermione, who know was eyeing him with amusement and a raised eyebrow, clearly saying 'take that back.' "Well, in any case, when we managed to get back to Gryffindor Tower, she said that we could have been killed, or worse, expelled —"
Ginny laughed noisily.
"Well, I'd say that thank Merlin Hermione had more sense than the two of you combined!" hissed Ron's mum. "Duelling the son of Lucius Malfoy and wandering the halls after curfew …" She shook his head. "You're lucky I didn't know about that at the time."
Ron had to agree on that.
After sharing a few more stories about Hogwarts — avoiding the worse ones — the eight of them went down to their rooms and said good night after agreeing on meeting for breakfast at nine.
"It went well, didn't it?" Hermione commented as they closed the door.
"Except for the part when I thought my mum would ground me for duelling Malfoy, yes."
Hermione laughed. "It would have served you right, for making fun of me."
"Hey, it was Harry who brought it up, not me."
"You laughed."
"Of course I did. You were really adorable when you said that."
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "You didn't consider me adorable back then."
"Okay, no. More like an annoyance, and quite scary, but looking in hindsight … adorable," he explained, giving her his most disarming lopsided grin.
"That look won't keep you out of the doghouse, you know."
He approached her and put his arms around her body, resting his palms on the small of her back. "What can I do to make it up to you, then?" he asked huskily.
"You think you're going to get sex after that?" she replied, her tone defiant.
Ron kissed her, hard and passionately, for half a minute, then pulled back and looked at her dazed expression.
"You know, that — that won't work."
Ron kissed her again, this time pushing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned involuntarily, and he moved his hands down to her curvy ass.
"Still not working?" he whispered against her cheek after breaking the kiss.
"You're insufferable," she replied, slightly breathless.
"I know."
"You'd better make sure I cum at least thrice."
Ron's cock hardened at once. "Oh, I'll do my best, Love."
They fused their mouths again in another intense kiss, their hands moving over the other's body. While Hermione's went under his jeans to cup his bum, he raised her skirt an grabbed hers over the sexy knickers, kneading both cheeks wantonly.
"Fuck, you make me so hard, Hermione," he groaned.
"I've been making you hard for years, Ron."
"Shit, yeah, you have." He kissed her again, leaving her breathless. "Fuck, I want your tight, hot, juicy pussy. Six days is too much."
"I agree," she muttered, her hands moving to the button of his jeans. She quickly unbuttoned them, lowered the zip and shoved her hand into his boxers to grasp his cock.
"Fuck, Hermione!"
"I missed it," she whispered saucily, peppering his neck with kisses. "So hard and big for me …"
"Fuck, I love your hands … Don't stop …"
Hermione kept stroking him with purpose while his own hands massaged her ass cheeks. They kissed again, hungrily, desperately.
"Touch my pussy, Ron. I need you to touch my pussy. Now."
Ron kissed her again, then moved his right hand from her fleshy ass to her front and began to rub her slit over her panties until they were damp with her arousal. Her own hand movements sped up, and, as their groans and whimpers became louder, he slid his fingers under the crotch and started touching her clit directly.
"Ah, ah, Ron …" she moaned, stroking his cock harder.
"Fuck, you keep that up and you'll make me cum all over your hand."
"No, I want it inside. I want you inside my cunt, Ron …"
"Fuck!" he swore, plunging a finger deep inside her hot, slippery hole. She began to rock her hips, fucking herself on his hand and Ron couldn't resist anymore. Extracting his hands, he moved them to the couch and sat down. Hermione crouched down and pulled his jeans down, eager to get them off him. Ron helped by raising his butt, then took off his shirt. He was throwing it over the back of the couch when he felt Hermione's lips close around his shaft.
"Ahh, fuck, Hermione …!"
She bobbed her head quickly, with ravenous hunger. Ron let his body sag against the back, enjoying the fantastic treatment. However, sooner than he would have liked, she stopped and got up again, taking off her dress and revealing her incredibly sexy underwear. "I know you were enjoying yourself, but I need you," she explained, voice dripping with sexual need.
Ron had only happy to oblige, he was dying to be inside her once more, so he grasped his dick, hard as a rock, and stroked it a few times while she got rid of her bra and panties. The moment she was naked, she straddled his thighs and positioned her entrance on top of his cock, then lowered her body around him, making them both gasp and sigh in pleasure.
"Fuck, you're so bloody tight …"
"Mmm, Ron, I missed how good you feel inside me … stretching me … Oh, gods …"
Ron put his hands on her hips, his fingers caressing the soft, perfect skin of her ass while she made little movements to adjust herself. His cock twitched, happy to be once more buried in that hot, wet, juicy pussy.
"Tell me how good I feel around your cock, Ron," she demanded, using her own hands to knead her breasts. Ron, who was watching the show with a feral gaze, growled. "You feel amazing, Love …"
"That's too vague," she complained, rotating her hips a bit. "Give me details, Ron. Use that dirty mouth of yours."
"You feel … hot. Merlin, your pussy is so bloody hot around me. And tight. It grips my cock like a fucking vice, and the smallest movement on your part feels incredible. And fuck, it's so wet … I can move so easily inside despite the pressure …"
"Fuck, Ron," she moaned, her eyes full of lust. "Gods, I love hearing you talk while we fuck. And I really need to fuck you, Ron …"
"Then fuck me. Fuck me hard, Hermione, you're killing me."
She put her hands firmly on his shoulders and began to move up and down with purpose. Ron groaned again, his grip on her hips becoming more forceful. His gaze shifted between her pleasure-ridden face and her bouncing tits, until they became too much of a temptation and, as she truly began to fuck him, raising her hips high before slamming down powerfully, he captured one in his mouth, sucking greedily.
"Oh, yes, yes, Ron, suck my tits! Oh, I love it when you suck them. Mmm, do it harder! Yes, like that … Ohhh, fuuuuck …"
Ron grunted, his mouth full of fleshy, delicious tit, and sucked harder, his hands moving to her ass, which he squeezed with relish. Fuck, she felt so good!
Hermione rode him harder, the noise of their coupling filling the entire room, then grabbed his head and forced him to switch to the other breast. "Suck on that one too! Fuck, suck my nipple hard, Ron … Oh, gods, ohhhh, fuck, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!"
"Oom 'oh 'mee!" he grumbled, still sucking. Hermione arched her back and went at it even harder, now practically screaming in ecstasy as she used his cock for her own pleasure.
"Oh, ohh, ohhh, I'm — I'm cumming! Oh, gods, I'm cumming, Ron! Yes, yes, YESSSSS!" she cried, taking him to the hilt and pushing even harder, as if wanting to get his entire body into her clenching cunt.
"Fuuuck, Hermione!" he shouted, releasing her breast, which bounced freely and deliciously. "Fuck, gonna cum too! Unnnngh, fuck, yeah, cumming! Cumming!" he growled, thrusting upwards and emptying himself deep in her greedy hole.
They both rode their orgasms until they couldn't move anymore, and then Hermione slumped over Ron, their sweaty bodies sticking together.
"Gods, I needed that," she muttered in bliss. "I really needed that …"
"Shit, me too. It was so fucking intense."
"Mmm …"
However, and despite the intensity of his release, Ron was far from satisfied. After almost a week with just his hand (and only a couple of times), he was thirsty for her. The two orgasms he had had today only served as a reminder of how good sex was with Hermione, of how intense and passionate and fucking pleasurable, and he wanted — no, needed —more.
Much more.
He kept caressing her ass, therefore, and soon was kissing all over her exposed neck, his erection returning inside the furnace of her pussy.
"Someone is eager for more," she commented, amused.
"Mmm, you can bet this sexy ass of yours I am. I plan on spending the night doing the most wicked and depraved things to your delightful body, Love."
She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him, a smile curving her lips. Her hair was in complete disarray, and Ron's cock twitched. Fuck, she looked like a fucking goddess.
"Should I feel honoured?"
"Oh, you definitely should," he nodded. "'Cause you're going to cum many, many times."
"Sounds fair … as long as you cum many times as well. In me."
"Oh, I will," he assured. "I'm filling every one of your tight holes tonight, Hermione. More than once."
"Mmm, such an overachiever," she teased, brushing her lips against his. "And to think I used to call you lazy …"
"Oh, when it comes to fucking you, I'm definitely a hard worker, Love. Now, why don't we move to the bed so I can have my way with that curvy, tight ass of yours?"
"Which woman could say no to such an invitation?" she replied, and then got up. She stretched her body, giving him an amazing view, then started to move towards the bedroom. "Come and get it, naughty boy," she taunted, looking at him over her shoulder as she gave her right cheek a playful slap.
Ron groaned, his cock throbbing, and quickly got up. Hermione, smiling saucily, hurried towards the bed, swaying her hips in a very exaggerated way. Ron, already too horny, caught her just as she reached it, and forced her to bend over it, her feet sill on the floor, then crouched down and, spreading her cheeks, buried his head in her ass.
"Ohh, Ron!" she moaned, when his tongue touched her rosebud.
"Mmm, so fucking tasty," he grumbled, moving his tongue in circles and pushing while he kept massaging her rounded buttocks. "Hermione, I love your ass. Fuck, your ass drives me wild."
"I — ooh! — can tell …"
Ron kept licking and rimming her, sometimes moving lower so he could pass his tongue from her pussy to her asshole, then concentrating on the latter once more. He kept at this for a minute, making her squirm, then raised his head and squeezed her cheeks hard.
"Ask me," he told her.
Hermione looked at him over her shoulder, confused.
"Ask you — what?"
"Ask me," he repeated.
She blinked a few times, clearly wondering what he was referring to, then, her eyes darkening, demanded, "Put your tongue in my ass, Ron."
His grin covered his entire face. "Gladly," he declared, before burying his face back into her ass and pushing his tongue hard. Her ring of muscle resisted at first, but it soon relaxed and his tongue managed to break it, eliciting a loud moan from her, who pushed her ass back against him. She also wiggled it, and Ron's cock throbbed almost painfully, the feeling of those fleshy cheeks hitting his face taking his arousal to incredibly high levels.
He kept eating her ass and tongue-fucking it, then moved his right hand to her pussy to finger her. He wanted her to cum again while he fucked rear hole, so he tried to keep at it for as long as he could, wanting her to get close. However, being pressed against that ass, the noises she was making … it was too much.
He needed to fuck her.
"Get on the bed, all fours," he demanded, panting, and gave her ass a good spank that made her squeal.
She got onto the bed and positioned herself to his liking, even shaking her ass for his viewing pleasure.
Ron knelt before her, his eyes fixed on those perfect, round cheeks and the little hole between them. Shit, it looked so tight and inviting and he couldn't wait, so he put the tip of his eager dick at it. Hermione, acting wanton, reached behind her with one hand and spread herself for him.
"Fuck my ass, Ron."
Ron felt a shiver run down his spine at her words, and, grunting, pushed, using his own hands to hold her by the hips.
His dick went in, and he found himself submerged in the ocean of pleasure that was her incredibly tight asshole. His eyes rolled into their sockets.
"Fuck, Hermione … Oh, fuck …"
"Gods, Ron … You feel so big in my little ass …"
"Fuck, fuck!" he shouted, pushing harder until he bottomed in, his hips pressed against her cheeks. "Merlin, you feel so fucking good!"
"I feel so full. So full of you, Ron. Now move. Move and fuck my ass."
Ron didn't need to be told twice, he gave her ass a good squeeze, revelling in the way the flesh jiggled and yielded under his fingers.
"I'm going to fuck it so hard," he warned her, then retreated until only the tip was inside.
And then thrust back in. Hard. Powerfully, burying himself in her to the hilt with such force she had to move her right hand back to the bed for support.
"Unngh!" he grunted in pleasure.
"Gods, Ron!"
"Shit, love your ass …" he said as he began fucking her in earnest. The rhythmic noise of flesh hitting flesh filling the room, and Ron groaned. His eyes roamed over her body, not just her ass, but the expanse of her creamy back, illuminated by the city lights. She squirmed, moaning, and pushed back against him, sometimes looking at him over her shoulder, her gaze full of lust. It drove Ron wild and he went harder, fucking her ass for all it was worth, his heavy balls slapping her pussy which every thrust. The pleasure was indescribable, and he felt himself running towards the edge. Yet he didn't slow down. He could go again, and again, so he wasn't going to deny himself the pleasure of cumming deep in her ass, as long as she came first.
"Cum on my cock, Hermione. I want you to soak the bed under us, and once you do I'm going to fill your ass with so much spunk you'll be dripping for days …"
"Gods, Ron! Oh, gods! Oh, this is — I can't believe how good you feel in my ass! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum again and again and again!"
"Fuck, yeah! Cum! Milk my cock!" he demanded, fucking her harder, using his grip on her hips to pull her to him every time he thrust.
"Oh, oh, gods, Ron! Oh, gods, you're going so — oh, gods, oh, oh, gods, I'm cumming! Ahhh, I'm cumming! Cumming! Oh, oh, OHHHHHHHH!"
"Ah, fuck, Hermione!" he shouted when her hole clamped down on him almost painfully. Ron worked against her, throwing himself into the fuck as she orgasmed, then, even as she recovered, he bent over her and held onto her hanging tits, squeezing them hard while he sped up, fucking her ass like a madman.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted against her ear as he drove into her rear hole mercilessly. Hermione kept moaning dazedly, falling onto her front. Ron's body followed hers, his hips not stopping as he approached the utmost pleasure.
"Unngh, Hermione, fuck! Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum in your ass! I'm going to fill your ass!"
She just moaned, unable to speak as she stood his relentless pounding
"Your ass feels so good! So fucking good! I'm about to —- Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming! Shit, I'm fucking cumming! Ahhhh, yessss, Hermione, yesss! Fuck, love your tight ass! I love your tight ass! Oh, holy buggering fuck, yesssss!
He kept fucking her as his dick erupted again and again, filling her ass with his cream, and didn't stop until the very last drop left his balls. Even then, he kept clenching his muscles, giving small, lazy thrusts against her reddened ass cheeks.
"Ron … Gods, Ron ..." she moaned feebly.
"Fuck, I know … That was fucking incredible …"
"We need a shower," she commented a few minutes later.
"Do we really have to move? Can't we just cast a Cleaning Charm?"
"No. Come on, lazy bum, get up," she said, getting out of bed.
Ron, who was watching her nude body, grinned and palmed his cock. "You didn't get enough?" he teased. "I can get it up again if you're so needy."
"Idiot," she muttered, moving towards the bathroom and starting the shower.
Ron dwindled for a bit, yawning. When he made it to the bathroom, she was already under the water. Ron took a minute to stare at her sexy, wet body, and his cock stirred. Grinning, he stepped in and pressed himself against her back. "Hi, beautiful,"
She turned her head and laughed before resuming washing her hair. Ron, grabbing some soap, began to lather her breasts, his cock hardening against her ass.
"Ron, stop."
"I'm not doing anything," he responded in an overly innocent tone.
She huffed, but, in the end, he managed to buy her into his way of thinking, and she wrapped her legs around his waist while he fucked her into the wall, their combined moans resounding in the stall as they chased one last orgasm.
"Mmm, that was fantastic, Love," he muttered against her wet face after spilling deep into her pussy, while still holding her by her ass.
"Merlin, Ron, you're insatiable. Can we finish washing ourselves and get to sleep?"
He helped her back to her feet, arching an eyebrow. "I don't remember you complaining when you were cumming hard on my cock and begging me not to stop," he replied.
"Yeah, well …" she trailed off, and turned around. Ron laughed, happy, and kissed the top of her drenched curls.
— o —
"We're — we're going to be late for breakfast, Ron."
"Who cares?" he responded, his voice strained. "Keep moving like that, I love seeing you bouncing on my cock."
Hermione sped up, riding him with purpose. Ron's hands moved from her hips to cup her jiggling tits, squeezing them with relish.
"Fuck, I love these," he muttered, bucking his hips to counter he downward thrusts. "And I love starting the day with my cock deep in your cunt … Fuck …"
"You — ah — always love having your cock in my cunt, Ron … Uff …"
"You can't blame me, your cunt is fucking amazing, it grips me so well … Fuck, Hermione, like that! Shit, you're gonna make me cum hard!"
"Don't — you dare, I'm not there yet!" she warned, her voice strained.
"I thought we were running late?" he replied with a smirk.
She glared at him. "I'm not leaving this bed until I have come!" she declared, and began to move harder, her ass slamming noisily and deliciously against his thighs.
"You won't hear me — oh, fuck! — complain!"
He moved one hand to her crotch and began to rub her clit with his thumb. Hermione arched her back, her moans turning way louder, and soon was cumming powerfully, her cunt clenching rhythmically around his steel-hard shaft.
"UNGH, YES, RON, YES! Aaaaah, so good, so good!"
Ron groaned as well and, the moment her orgasm ebbed away, he threw her onto the bed and pounded her like a madman, seeking his own release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione! Fuuuuuuck, cumming! Cumming!"
"Gods, Ron!"
He continued to fuck her as he unloaded deep into her body, until, exhausted but happy, he fell on top of her.
"Mmm, I love these Australian mornings," he commented, making her laugh.
"Yeah, because mornings shags are so rare when we're in England …" she said, shaking her head.
"No, but that usually means sleeping a bit less. Here we can have a lie in and still get to shag," he pointed out. When she gave him a pointed stare, he added, "During weekdays, I mean."
"Mister, you get to have way, way more sex than the average man, so don't you dare complain."
"Hey, one would say you're doing me a favour," he replied, moving off her. "As if you don't like it when we fuck."
"I didn't mean such thing, you know I do love it," she said.
"And besides, you're always saying one should never be complacent, that we must outdo ourselves. So even if we have more sex than any other couple in the world, we can still do better …"
She chuckled. "How, shagging all the time?"
"Well, we'll need pauses for eating, drinking, and taking a piss, but yeah, I think that's a nice goal."
"You're incredible, you know?" she said, laughing. She patted him on the chest. "Come on, Lover boy, our parents and Harry and Ginny will be wondering where we are."
"After so many years, I think they can imagine," said Ron with a smug grin, giving her ass a soft, playful smack.
When, twenty minutes later they went to the terrace, they discovered that Harry and Ginny had just arrived, and, based on Harry's broad grin, it was obvious that he and Hermione hadn't been the only ones to have a nice morning.
"It is about time," commented Hermione's mum with a smile. She, like her husband and Ron's parents, was almost finished with breakfast. "What's up with you youngsters? We're wasting a really beautiful day waiting for you."
"We're on holiday," said Ron, trying not to think about what he had been doing so it wouldn't show on his face.
"I swear all of you were born with a Sticking Charm for blankets," commented his mum. "Even Percy. If someone gave me a galleon for each hour I spent trying to get you out of bed, I'd be richer than the Malfoys."
"Don't exaggerate, Mum," said Ginny, taking a sip of her juice. "Now, what's the plan for today?" she asked, changing the subject.
"I think we could visit the best landmarks in the city," said Mr Granger. "So your parents, Harry and you can see them. Then, the next days we can relax, go to the beach and such."
"Sounds good," nodded Ron's dad, who looked eager. "Can we also go on one of those boats this evening?"
"Of course, Arthur," said Mr Granger with an amused smile.
So, after breakfast, the eight of them Apparated to the city, where they spent the day visiting the Opera House, the Botanic Garden, the Cathedral and other places Ron had already visited. It was, however, fun to see their parents and how amazed they were at everything. Especially his dad, whom they had to watch constantly so he wouldn't get lost among the Muggles every time something caught his attention.
Finally, just before sunset, they boarded one of the boats. Ron and Ginny watched, amused, how their dad went to the back to watch the helices and the motor.
"It was such a fantastic idea, to bring them here," he heard Ginny comment. "They're having so much fun."
"Yeah, they deserve it," nodded Ron, smiling. "They worked really hard to raise us."
"Yes," agreed Ginny.
Their sibling moment was then interrupted by Harry and Hermione, who gave them both drinks.
"What are you talking about?" asked Hermione, wrapping an arm around Ron's waist while he opened his can of coke.
"Dan and Mum are having so much fun," he answered.
"Well, I think that Mum is starting to feel a bit embarrassed about how many questions Dad's asking," added Ginny, shaking her head, "but yes, they're having fun."
"They deserve it," said Harry, eyeing them with an odd, almost nostalgic expression. "Wouldn't it be amazing, if my parents could be here as well?"
Ginny turned towards her and embraced him.
"Harry …" whispered Hermione.
Harry smiled at them, a bit shyly. "It's okay, really. I just — I know they are here, in a way, but …" he shrugged.
Hermione caressed his shoulder affectionately. "They are," she assured.
"And it's not as if Mum doesn't consider you her eighth son," pointed Ron.
"That too," nodded Harry, laughing.
They enjoyed the sights as the boat sailed towards open sea and then turned round as the Sun approached the ground under the distant buildings. At that moment, Hermione patted his arm and he turned to look at her. She offered him the camera.
He took it, frowning, because he had never used the camera. He looked at her questioningly, and she smiled radiantly.
"I just though you might want have a real photo of me."
"I've got lots of photos of you," he replied, not understanding.
"I know, but maybe a special one?"
He narrowed his eyes, wondering what the hell she was on about, when realisation struck him like a bludger. "Really?"
She nodded, and, giving him another smile, walked towards the prow of the boat. Ron moved so the Sun was just behind her, and, when she turned around to look at him, her hair flying all around her as she smiled, he felt his heart skip a beat and almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing.
"Ron, you're supposed to be taking a photograph," she reminded him.
"Right," he said, still in awe. He lifted the camera to his face and took a few pictures before joining her.
"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he whispered to her, caressing her cheek tenderly.
Hermione put both arms around his neck, pulling him towards her. "I think you're getting out of lines, Mr Weasley. I clearly remember you telling me exactly that the last time we were here," she teased.
"It's still the truth," he told her, his hands caressing her sides over her dress. "I think I love you even more than I did back then, though."
"Ron …" she whimpered, and then claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss. Ron closed his eyes and let himself be consumed by her, committing everything to memory: the feel of her lips, the softness of her body, the sea breeze ruffling his hair, her curls tickling his face.
"I can't wait to be alone with you," he whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver a little. "I'm going to make you come so many times …"
"Gods, Ron …"
They kissed again and didn't stop until Harry and Ginny joined them, both with exasperated expressions etched upon their faces.
"You two can't really control yourselves, can you?" asked Ginny, shaking her head.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other and burst into happy laugther.
— o —
The rest of their holiday in Australia passed in almost a blur. Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny would often go to the beach, while the Grangers took the Weasleys for more sightseeing and visits. Or rather, they guided them, as they were travelling mainly by Apparition.
Ron had asked Hermione if she was sure she didn't want to see more things, but she had reminded him her main goal was to relax before switching jobs, and that she was content with doing nothing. They had already booked tickets for a travel to the Great Barrier Reef, and that was enough for her.
Ron didn't complain, as he was rather happy with the arrangement. He got to spend the day seeing Hermione in her sexy bikinis and the night fucking her on every surface of the room and in every position imaginable.
What else could he wish for?
They day before they return to Britain, after coming back from the Great Barrier Reef, they went to have dinner in the hotel terrace again (the rest of the days they had gone to the city, wanting to try more places), and spent it talking about the trip and what they had liked most.
"It really has been an amazing holiday, and I want to raise my glass to Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron, who so kindly invited us!" said Ron's dad.
"Hear, hear!" exclaimed Mr Granger.
"To you, dears. You're the most amazing young men and women one can find, and we're so proud of you."
"Is this going to become a tradition every time we have dinner in this terrace?" asked Ginny, looking amused but also a bit flustered.
"Well, it's not a bad tradition. Everything your father said is true," added Hermione's mum. She raised her glass as well. "To the four of you, dears."
"To you!" added Ron's mum and Hermione's dad.
"To us, then," said Harry, shrugging and grinning as she raised his own glass. Ron, Hermione and Ginny laughed and then the four of them drank.
They had a few more drinks, enjoying the sights of the city, and then the two older couples decided it was time to go to bed, leaving the four young adults together.
"This has really been an amazing week," said Ginny, stretching her limbs.
"Yeah," nodded Harry. "It's going to be hard going back to the English weather."
"We could stay more," suggested Ron.
"You know that we have something called jobs, right?" pointed out Harry.
"Yeah, but there was no need to mention it. And besides, we're famous, I'm sure we could live off that …"
"How? Giving interviews?" asked Harry.
Ron shrugged. "For example. We'll find a way."
"For heaven's sake," commented Hermione, shaking her head.
"Stupid ideas aside," interjected Ginny, "you mentioned the weather, Mr Potter, and it's such a beautiful night. Why don't you take me for a romantic walk around the island?"
"As you wish, darling," replied Harry with a wide smile.
"If you want me to puke, keep talking like that," said Ron.
"If public displays of affections were a cause for vomiting, I would be dead for lack of nourishment," pointed out Harry.
"Yeah, so shut your gob, prat," said Ginny, getting up. "Goodbye, Hermione."
"Have fun," said Hermione, beaming at them just before they Disapparated.
"Do you realise they left us to pay the bill?" commented Ron, frowning.
Hermione laughed. "Yes, it seems so."
"Fancy staying here for a bit?" asked Ron. Hermione nodded. They asked for another couple of glasses of Sparklejuice, paid the bill and then moved to a loveseat facing the city. Ron put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and she snuggled against him.
"I'm going to miss this," he commented after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence. "Do you think we will come back someday?"
"I'd like to think so, but well, I suppose we know Australia quite well now. There're a lot of places I'd like to visit with you."
Ron thought about it and nodded. Then, grinning wickedly, he looked at her. "As long as there are beaches like here where I can watch you in tiny bikinis all day, I'm up for it."
She returned his look, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, your idea of a good holidays is me in bikinis?"
"Basically," nodded Ron eagerly. "And lazing around, of course."
"Because you don't see me naked enough times when we're at home," she commented, ignoring his second reason.
"Well, I see you naked a lot, but — I dunno, there's something incredibly sexy about you wearing so little while in public."
Instead of saying something back, Hermione just stared at him for, biting her lower lip, as if pondering something.
"What's going through that brilliant mind of yours?"
"Would you like to go on a little trip with me?" she asked.
Ron frowned, a bit taken aback. "When? Now?" he asked, hoping she wasn't being serious. He was looking forward to being alone with her in their suite, preferably naked.
"Yes, now," she answered, getting to her feet and offering him her hand.
He took it. "Hermione, where —?"
But, before he could say anything else, he felt the sudden constriction of Apparition and, a moment later, he was standing in the darkness. A soft breeze grazed his face, and a moment later he heard the characteristic noise of a wave crashing against the shore.
"Where are we?" he asked, looking around.
"On a beach," said Hermione. We're not far away from Sydney, though there are no cities or villages nearby."
He looked around, the full Moon allowing him to see quite well once his eyes had got accustomed to the difference in light with the hotel terrace. Effectively, they were on a small, deserted beach.
"And what are we doing here?" he inquired, turning to face her.
"Well, I thought we could enjoy having an entire beach just to ourselves," she responded, giving a few steps back from him.
"Okay …" he said, not really understanding.
"Let's have a swim," she said suddenly.
"A swim?" he asked, blinking. "But — we haven't brought our swimming clothes or —"
"Good that we're alone, isn't it?" she replied, smirking at him. And then, to his utter astonishment, she took off her shirt and then her jeans, standing in front of him in just the sexy set of black lace bra and panties she had put on after showering.
"Fuck, Hermione …" he muttered, his cock already reacting.
"Come on, Ron!" she shouted, and, giving him one last daring grin, she practically ran towards the water, giving him a perfect view of her ass. Fuck, he loved who those panties only covered half of her plump cheeks.
He watched, enthralled, how she got into the water, jumping over a few waves before throwing herself into the sea, resurfacing a moment later.
"What are you waiting?" she yelled when she saw he wasn't following her. "Come here, the water is perfect!"
Getting out or his reverie, Ron quickly stripped down to his boxers. Then, feeling even more daring, he took those off as well and ran towards the water, his cock bouncing. However, before he reached her, she dove under the water, disappearing from view. She resurfaced behind him a moment later, giggling.
"You little minx," he said, trying to grab her. She retreated once more, distracted Ron with the movement of her breasts. The black lace, already quite transparent, had become completely see-through now it was wet, and he could see her nipples poking.
"Are you ogling my tits, Ron?" she asked, her tone teasing.
"Of course I am, they look amazing."
"Do you like my bra?"
"Fuck, yeah."
"Better than a bikini?"
He grinned. "Much better," he assured, and then moved closer to her. This time, she didn't move and let him wrap his arms around her body.
"Mmm, someone is excited," she grinned when she felt his hard cock.
"You can bet this sweet ass of yours I am," he said, cupping and squeezing it.
Hermione kissed him and then wrapped her legs around his waist so his dick was now intimately pressed against her pussy. The feeling made him deepen the snog, and he began to knead her ass with relish, his fingers getting under the soaked fabric of her sexy panties. Hermione grinded against his dick, making it even harder, if that was possible.
When their mouths pulled apart, due to need of air, Hermione used his shoulders to get higher and, arching her back, pushed her chest against his face. Ron groaned, loving the feel of the wet lace against her full tits. He took her left nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Hermione whimpered.
"Yes, Ron, yes …"
"Fuck, you have the most wicked ideas," he groaned before switching to the other breast. After a bit, however, sucking her through the lace wasn't enough. "Take it off, I want them bare," he demanded.
Hermione quickly unsnapped the front clasp, feeing her boobs, which jiggled deliciously, and let the cups hang at her sides. Ron growled at the sight and took them again into his mouth, trying to swallow as much tit as he could. Hermione moaned loudly, her fingers moving through his hair while she pressed his face against her body. Their arousal grew and grew until, eventually, it became too much.
"I need you inside me, Ron," she whispered.
"Fuck, yeah! Move your panties to the side!"
She slid her right hand between them and parted her knickers. Next she shifted a bit so the tip of his cock was positioned at her entrance.
"Ready?" he asked. When she nodded, he slammed her down and thrust upwards at the same time, impaling her on his prick.
"RON!" she screamed when his cock was completely sheathed in her tight pussy.
"Fuck, Hermione, you feel so good!"
She kissed him again and started to rock her hips. Ron groaned into her mouth and thrust as well, getting a nice rhythm going. The kiss became frantic, as if both of them wanted to devour the other. Meanwhile, Ron kept playing with her ass, only now he moved his fingers to her crack so he could caress her rosebud.
She arched her back, breaking the kiss, and let out a moan so sexy that, for a moment, he feared he was going to cum. When he managed to rein over his need, however, his mouth took possession of her succulent tits once more.
Hermione's moans and whimpers turned louder and louder, arousing Ron to new limits. And when he finally shoved his right forefinger into her ass and wiggled it around, she came spectacularly.
"Gods, gods, gods, Ron! Oh, gods!"
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck!" he shouted through gritted teeth, holding her so he could fuck her as hard as he could in this position. The way her pussy fluttered helped him, and, giving how excited he was, it didn't take him long to follow her over the edge, spilling abundantly inside her clutching twat. "Holy fuck …"
"Gods, Ron, this was amazing … Mmm …" she purred, her mouth seeking him for another, long kiss.
"Fuck, Hermione, you are simply incredible. I can't believe you brought me to a deserted beach so we could fuck in the sea!"
She laughed. "I expected it to be naughty, but not this good," she confessed, looking delighted. Her look turned mischievous once more. "Do you want to keep being naughty?" she asked.
"Love, 'naughty' is my second name."
"Let's do it on the sand."
"On the sand? Okay," he agreed. However, a moment later, he realised something. "Wait! Won't it get — you know, everywhere?"
"It won't, if you take me from behind," she said, getting back to her feet.
Ron kissed her again, his cock again at full mast. "Fuck, you're amazing. Amazing. Let's do it."
Giggling, she led him to the shore, then knelt on the sand, wiggling her ass at him. Ron admired her, loving the way her panties clung to her ass. Kneeling behind her, he pulled them to the side once more while she took off her bra. Ron caressed her ass cheeks, then, parting them, lowered his face and licked her crack, loving the salty taste of her skin. He pushed his tongue against her asshole, and she meowed in pleasure.
"Mmm, Ron …"
"Gonna fuck you really hard, Love. You'd better brace yourself."
"Yes, please. I want it hard and fast. Don't hold back."
Horny as hell, Ron positioned himself and then rammed it in until his hips and lower belly smacked her ass noisily. She gasped, and Ron gave her just a moment before starting a hard, intense fucking.
"Oh, gods, oh, gods, yes, like that! Like that, Ron! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep!"
Ron clenched his teeth as he growled, the pressure in his dick sending waves of pure pleasure throughout his body as he gave it to her.
"Take my cock, Hermione. Fuck, take my cock deep in your perfect pussy! Fuuuck, you feel so bloody good!"
"So do you! So do you, Ron, please, don't stop! Don't stop until I cum!"
"I won't! I want you to milk me with your fantastic pussy!"
"I want to milk you with my ass!" she replied. "I want you to fill every one of my holes on this beach, Ron!"
"Holy fuck! Holy fuck, my Naughty Hermione! I love you! Fuck, I love you so much!" he shouted as he pounded her so hard, she had to apply all her strength to not be pushed faced down into the sand.
Fucking her like this, outside, under the full moon, played tricks with his senses, heightening them, making everything look more ethereal, more sensual. His hands moved possessively all over her ass, her back, her hips, while his need grew and grew towards that final release that he knew would be explosive.
He felt a change in her, and she began to rock her hips faster against him. She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes full of love and lust. They held gazes for a moment that seemed to extend for hours as he kept moving inside her.
And then she climaxed.
He felt it on his cock, the way her pussy spasmed powerfully, as if trying to milk him. He managed to hold back his own orgasm and kept fucking her through hers. She lowered her face to rest it on her forearms, her back arched, ass high in the air …
Fuck, she felt incredible, so tight and hot …
Grunting, he helped her through her orgasm, then, without giving her time to recover, he took his cock out and, spreading her cheeks, pointed at her rear hole and pushed it in.
"Fuck …" he groaned at the amazing tightness.
"Yes, Ron, yes … Cum deep in my ass. I want to feel you cumming in my ass …"
Holding her hips in a tight grip, he shoved it all in and began to fuck her, speeding up until he was slamming violently against her cheeks. She squealed under her assault, giving him words or encouragement, urging him to cum, to fill her ass …
But Ron wanted more. Stopping, he moved his hands to her sides and pulled her up so her back was almost against his chest, then cupped her tits and used them to hold her against him before resuming his frantic thrusts.
"Fuck, Hermione, yes, like this … You feel so bloody tight like this …" he grunted into her ear. Hermione moaned, then turned her face and kissed him wildly.
"Cum again," he muttered. "Cum again for me."
Wailing, she moved one hand to between her legs and began to rub her pussy. Ron groaned and, slowing down a bit, moved his right hand to cup hers and, together, they fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit. She tightened around him, almost sending him over the edge, and then arched her back.
"Fuck, Ron, I'm right there again! I'm right there! Oh, gods, oh, gods, ohhhhh, gods!"
"Yes, cum for me! Milk my cock with your tight ass!"
Her body was seized by another, powerful orgasm, and Ron groaned at the pressure around his dick.
"Roooooooon! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh!"
He kept rubbing her until she rode it out, and then, moving his hand back to her tit, squeezed hard and began to pound her savagely.
"Fuck, Hermione, take it! Take it, take it, take iiiiiiit! Oh, fuuuuck, I'm cumming! Cumming! Unghhhhhh!" he grunted, the intensity of his release making him feel lightheaded. He kept thrusting and thrusting, wanting to make sure every drop ended up inside her tight bum, and then, exhausted, they fell to their side, panting.
"Gods …"
"Holy shit, Hermione, that was incredible …"
"I agree wholeheartedly, Ron."
"For how long have you been planning this? You knew exactly where to come."
She took a moment to respond. "I didn't exactly plan it," she explained. "The idea occurred to me after the first day on the beach. I felt so hot feeling your eyes on me, and I found myself wishing everyone would disappear so we could have our way with each other right there. So when we went back to the hotel I looked up for a suitable beach in that book. I wasn't sure I would really be daring enough to do this, but I felt like I needed to know a place in the case I felt like doing wanting to live that fantasy. And well, tonight … Well, I suppose I thought we should end our holidays with a bang …"
"And what a bang it was …!" he muttered, still in awe, and she laughed.
To his utter delight, however, finishing in her perfect ass was not the end of their little adventure. After resting for a bit, she got up and pulled him back to the water, then made him lie on his back very close to the shore, so the water would only cover him partially while lying. Telling him to spread his legs, she knelt between them and washed his cock using the seawater.
"What are you doing?" he asked, watching her with curiosity. Not that he had any problem with her playing with his cock ...
She smiled wickedly at him. "I came three times, you, just two, so it's not fair, and I told you I wanted you to fill all my holes, didn't I? Well, there's one left …"
"Fuck!" he swore when he got what she intended to do. He watched, avidly, how she lay on her stomach and took his dick in her mouth. Ron groaned in pleasure, his shaft hardening once more as she sucked it. It was simply incredible, getting a blowjob while the waves moved over them. He watched her do it, her body glowing under the moonlight, and began to rock his hips in sync with her bobbing motions. She moaned around him and cupped his balls, kneading them, almost begging them to give her more semen.
Fuck, she was so fucking good …
"Merlin, Hermione, you're so good at that. Fuck, don't stop … Unggh …"
Given the eroticism of the scene, it didn't take him long to cum under her expert ministrations, despite having climaxed so strongly just minutes before, and he began to pant heavily.
"I'm close, Hermione. Fuck, your mouth is amazing … Come on, don't stop. Suck me until I cum …"
She moaned again around him, taking him deeper and that was his undoing. Thrusting upwards a few times, he exploded into her mouth, filling it with another load. Hermione moaned again and swallowed greedily, sucking and sucking as if begging for more until she had swallowed every drop. Then, taking him deep once more, slurped on his dick, making sure he was clean, before releasing it.
"Mmm, tasty," she said with a grin.
"Holy fuck … Holy buggering fuck, Hermione …"
"Did you like it?"
"Did I —? Are you crazy? This was simply unbelievable! Here I was, thinking I was the most perverted one of the two us, and then you pull this … Merlin's soaked pants, I'm still in cloud nine."
"Good," she said, pleased. "Shall we go back, then?"
"We should," nodded Ron, still in a daze. "Though it's so calm here I could easily fall asleep."
"I know what you mean, but we'd better not," said Hermione, giving him a kiss and getting up.
They gathered their clothes, putting them in — except for Hermione's wet underwear — and then Apparated back to the hotel. Once in their room, they went to the bathroom and quickly stripped down again, giggling like teenagers, still excited by their tryst.
"Did I ever tell you you're the most amazing witch that has ever existed?" he asked once they were in the shower, cupping her cheeks.
"Mmm, not that I remember," she responded with a smile.
"Well, that simply can't be," he stated. "Hermione Granger," he started in a solemn voice, "you're the most amazing, incredible, talented, wicked, naughtiest witch that has ever existed!" he exclaimed, giving her a lopsided grin.
Hermione laughed and then pulled him in for a kiss, their naked bodies rubbing together. "Is there a chance you may want another go?" he asked huskily after their mouths pulled apart, his already hard cock poking her belly.
"Gods, Ron, you're insatiable."
"Is that a 'no'?"
"No." She cupped his cheeks this time, her eyes boring into his. "It's a yes, Ron. Have me again."
Ron groaned and pulled her into a deep snog that soon had them completely aroused. Pushing her against the wall, he lifted one of her legs, holding it with his right arm, and then bent his knees a bit so he could angle his cock into her pussy.
"Ohh, Ron …" she moaned when he plunged into her.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Hermione … I'll never tire of going balls deep into your perfect pussy …"
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep," she demanded in a husky voice before claiming his mouth in another bruising kiss. Ron groaned and began to pump with purpose, his free hand moving to her ass, which he kneaded eagerly. Hermione moaned into his mouth, rocking her hips as much as he could in her position.
As the sex became more and more frenzied, they pulled apart and just started into each other's eyes, sharing their mutual love and lust. The euphoria caused by the pleasure they were experimenting put goofy, wide smiles on their faces.
"Gods, Ron, I'm just there … Oh, fuck …"
"Fuck, yeah … You feel so bloody good … Ah, fuck, gonna cum soon, too …"
"Together," she breathed. "Together, Ron!"
Her breathing turned more and more ragged and the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by the tell-tale signs of an imminent orgasm. Ron grunted and pounded her as hard as he could, feeling her hot tunnel get tighter around him.
"Just there! Just there, Ron! Now! Oh, gods, now! Now, Ron, cum with me! Cum with me!"
"Fuuuck, Hermione!" he shouted, slamming into her, going as deep as he could and letting himself go. His cock swelled and exploded, flooding his young body with amazing pleasure. "Ahh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
They kept moving against each other, prolonging their ecstasy for as long as they could until, exhausted, he fell against her and put her leg down, his cock slipping out of her hole.
"Shit …" he muttered.
"Mmm," she purred contentedly, placing kisses all over his face. "That was wonderful, Ron," she commented, then took his earlobe between her teeth before whispering, "I love you and I love your cock."
He laughed and kissed her on the mouth, wrapping his arms around her naked, wet body.
Fifteen minutes later, once clean and dry, they got into bed, completely naked, and Hermione settled between Ron's arms, snuggling against his chest.
"Mmm, this is wonderful," she sighed in contentment.
"Shame we've got to leave tomorrow," he muttered.
"Yeah."
"Are you ready to go back to work, Love?"
She took a moment to answer, then let out another sigh, an anxious one this time. "Right now, no, to be honest. But I do feel recharged, in a way. This week has been amazing, and I feel so relaxed, what with all those days lazing around on beaches and, especially, all the mind-blowing sex we've had, so I think when the moment comes I'll be ready to take on anything."
Ron chuckled. "Oh, yeah, we can't forget about all the sex. How many orgasms do you think we had?"
"I have no idea, but there were many, many of them. Mmm, so many wonderful, strong, fantastic orgasms … I love you, Ron," she said, shifting so she was partially lying over him and could kiss him again.
Ron moved his hands down her back, to her rounded ass, and squeezed. Fuck, there was nothing better than feeling her naked body against his and between his arms.
"What do you think if we increased that unknown number by one?" he suggested, smiling wickedly at her.
She stared at him in awe for a moment, but then a grin appeared on her pretty face. "I can't hurt, right?" she replied, feeling his cock grow hard once more as she straddled him.
"No, it can't," he said with a groan when she took him in her pussy. "Not at all …"
Well, loads and loads of sex and fantastic family time! Who isn't envious of Ron and Hermione right now?
Well, next chapter will be a short one, then only three more left. I feel a bit sad thinking this is story is ending, but on the other hand I really want to finish it.
The next chapter, in a few weeks. As I stated, I want to have this done by Christmas. But don't worry. As I told you, I'm working on another fic, though now I've got to say two other fics, as there was a nagging idea in my mind that wouldn't leave me alone.
You'll find more soon
Enjoy!