Disclaimer - I am not J.K. Rowling

Anyways, This is the first fanfiction I have ever written so I am kinda nervous to release it but here goes nothing…

Merlin, what a year this day has been!

You'd think after finishing at the top of your class at auror training the higher-ups would treat you like someone who belongs. I could be out in the field doing something useful but instead, they have me wasting away behind a desk filling out paperwork. I can almost feel my muscles atrophying away from sitting on my ass eleven hours a day doing nothing but pushing my quill around. Harry somehow isn't all that phased by it - "we did only graduate six months ago" he told me after about the hundredth time I complained to him this week alone. He may have a positive outlook on this whole lets-keep-Ron-away-from-all-the-action but I do not! I swear when I go back there tomorrow Bronson is going to need a wheelchair after I

Holy shit!

If Hermione was planning on giving me a heart attack, she practically accomplished just that. She stood waiting for me at our flat propped up against a wall wearing nothing but a bashful smile.

"Hello, Ronald." She said, grinning seductively.

"Uh…Hey…" I replied, clearly nervous.

It's not like this is the first time I have ever seen Hermione without her clothes on, I mean we basically shagged on every piece of furniture in our flat but c'mon, just look at her. We have been together for almost four years now and she still has the power to make me nervous. Hopefully, I'll grow out of this sexual perturbation soon but I highly doubt that.

Hermione started to giggle at my obvious awkwardness. It took me a while to gather my composure to ask her, "have you been waiting long?"

"Not really." She shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Good."

Before I knew it she was making her way toward me to run her hands through my messy hair. She grabbed the back of my neck to pull our foreheads together as she rubbed her body against mine like she was eager to feel both our bare bodies against each other, as was I. It wasn't long before she started moaning softly against my ear. "I want to try something new tonight." At this point, I was harder than steel and itching to give her a good romping.

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder making her gasp loudly at the sudden movement. We made our way to our bedroom, where I am aching to have my way with her. I threw her on the bed more carelessly than I care to admit, causing her breast to jiggle as the bed bounced around her. Hermione gave me the most wicked smirk daring me to come closer. I instantly grab her face and start snogging her like a madman, running my hands all over her body. Exploring her sexy bits. I start kissing down her neck, loving the way she moans my name. That is just making me even more aroused than I already am.

She starts frantically caressing my back, my hair, my bum, encouraging me to kiss her even more. Which I comply fully, she is my master and I am her greedy slave.

"Ohhh mmmyyyyyyyyy goddddddd, Rooooonn…." she cries out while I suck on her left breast. Hermione is now throwing her head back and arching her body like she is being possessed by a demon, while I just continue worshiping her body. I couldn't help but grab her hips and grind my pelvis against her while my cock started leaking, this just made her cry out even louder.

"God, you're so hot, Mione." I moved my mouth to her right breast, continuing to suck and swirling my tongue around her. Christ, I love doing this to her. It's like her breasts were made to fit perfectly in my mouth.

"I want you so bad, Ron." She pants, breathlessly. She is practically purring as she starts unbuttoning my shirt. I get off of her to remove my jeans as fast as humanly possible, impatient to get back to touching and tasting her. Once I was clad in only my underwear and socks I attempted to pull her closer, but she moved away from me before I could grab her. She was now standing in front of me at the foot of our bed, visibly wet from sweat and my saliva.

Her hair, which was usually done neatly, was now tangled and frizzy. Her lips were also red and swollen from our snogging session. She was clearly a mess. A gorgeous mess and she was all mine. If I weren't so randy right now I would confess my love to her.

She steps closer to me and places her hands delicately on my shoulders. "I want to try something new, right now." All I wanted to do was slam her against the wall behind her and fuck her into oblivion, but I decided to hear her out. Even though I was barely holding on by a thread, still extremely horny from our previous activities.

"Okay, what do you want to try?"

She grinned widely at me, the kind of grin that said you are in for a treat. She ducked under the bed to pull out a large red plastic bag that looked to be filled with a bunch of things. Despite my annoyance that she decided to stop what was sure to become a fantastic love-making session, I was intrigued by what was in this mysterious red plastic bag she was now holding.

"You know that silly magazine that Ginny loves to read, right?"

I nodded, remembering how my sister likes to come into Weasley Wheezes every Sunday to pick up the latest copy of Witches Weakly.

"Well, I was reading it this afternoon on my lunch break," Hermione said slowly, she was now toying around with the handle of the bag, looking fearfully at her feet. Whatever it is that she was reading must have been pretty scandalous for her to not be able to look me in the eyes. I stroke her arm to encourage her to continue. "And there was this article."

"An article?" I asked, wondering where this was going.

"Yes," she said, finally meeting my eyes. "25 Ways To Spice Up Your Sex Life."

"Okay," I said, my heart was beating so loudly I could hear it in my ears. I was dying to know what new thing Hermione wanted to try, whatever it was surely it would make for a fun time together.

"I figured we could try number 12." She said, reaching into the red bag and pulling out a brown bottle. The confusion I felt must have been evident on my face because Hermione felt the need to further explain.

"It's chocolate syrup." She whispered, "I figured we could try this first and then move on to whipped cream, and strawberries."

"Well, I do like chocolate," I said, smiling up at her. The thought of her licking food from my body was a tantalizing one, I'll give her that.

I got up from the bed and grabbed the bottle from her hands, "lay down, love."

She dropped the bag on the floor and did as I said. I wasted no time wedging my head between her legs, kissing her thighs before moving to her sweet middle. I licked her all over her delicious pussy, feeling her growing wetter by the second. She kneaded my head as I licked her uncontrollably, arching her back to pull my head closer to her slit. She started whimpering and moaning loudly, making me forget the syrup bottle that was laying next to my head. She groaned in frustration when I removed my mouth from her. I uncapped the bottle and poured a little chocolate on her cunt, making her appear even more enticing. I rubbed the chocolate onto her with two fingers, watching as it mixed in with the sticky liquid her body produced when she became aroused.

God, this was so hot!

I immediately pulled her by her thighs and crashed my mouth onto her pussy, tasting the most mouthwatering substance I have ever tasted. This was so much better than any cake I have ever tried. Hermione, for the most part, looked like she was enjoying herself as well. She had one hand running through my hair, and the other one was one on her breast. I became jealous of the hand that got to squeeze her breast and reached up one hand to squeeze the other, making her scream out my name.

"Oh Ron, don't stop." I don't plan on it, I never want to stop what I am doing. Even if Lord Voldermort came in barging into this room with a wand pointed at me I wouldn't stop.

"God Hermione, you taste like heaven," lick, "so fucking sweet."

At this point, I have already licked all of the chocolate from her pussy, and am thinking of adding more. But I decided against it. I do not want to part from Hermione's clit, not even for a second. I licked my fingers, removed all of the chocolate from them, and then inserted them into Hermione. Pumping them in and out of her, watching as they glisten with her arousal.

"Ron, I think I'm gonna cum." She breathed out, clearly already physically exhausted from my assault.

"Cum for me love, I want to feel you cum on my face."

Soon after, a low moan leaves her body and she becomes stiff as a board. A tell-tale sign that she is approaching an orgasm. I sped up what I was doing, licking and fingering her faster.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" Hermione screams, making me wish I had placed a muffliato charm in our room to avoid disturbing the neighbors.

I give her some time to catch her breath after her orgasm, but soon I am crawling up her body, kissing her everywhere. I trail my tongue from her belly button, pass her left breast, and up her neck until we begin snogging once more. She snakes her arms around me and pushes me onto my back, stopping our kisses to stroke my cheek for a second.

"I've missed you these past few days." She says gently while stroking my scalp.

I start playing with a loose curl by her ear, twisting it in the finger that still has proof of her arousal on it.

"I've missed you too," I said, just now really realizing how much I've missed her while at work. The reason why I have been working so hard these past few months is for her. I want to give Hermione the life she deserves and I want to be the man she deserves. That's something I do not think I'll ever be, but I will try my damn hardest every day to live up to that expectation.

"Hey," she said, guiding me to look at her with both her hands. I must have been looking past her, lost in my thoughts. "Your birthday is coming up. What do you have in mind?"

All I want to do is lay in bed with Hermione, and do things that we could never tell our parents. But that's a pipe dream, we both have to work that day.

"I dunno," I shrugged, "maybe we can go out for dinner on Sunday or something."

That would be nice. We haven't had a proper date in god knows when, plus I would get a boost in seeing Hermione in that tight, short black dress she wore for Harry's birthday party last year. I wonder if she'll wear it again if I ask nicely.

"Hmmm, ok. It's a date then." She beamed at me, still stroking my scalp which felt amazing by the way.

We went back to snogging. Hermione must have regained all of her energy because she is now behaving like a nymphomaniac who had one too many drinks in her system. Her strong grip on the sides of my face lets me know that she does not want to be treated delicately. Hermione is now vigorously grinding herself on cock, frantically biting and kissing my neck and cheek. I can feel her pulse rising along with my desire, in a fit of lust I push her onto her back. My fingers are suddenly rubbing her between the legs, making her extremely wet. Dripping wet.

"God, you're so wet" I mumbled like an idiot. It'll never cease to amaze me that someone as jaw-droppingly gorgeous as Hermione would get so wet for me.

Hermione embraced me with her arms while looking bewilderedly turned on. It was clear that she was trying to say something, but was having trouble doing so.

"Ron, I want your cock in my mouth" she whimpered through her moans.

I slowly removed my fingers from her cunt, and leisurely rubbed her one last time watching as her eyes became unfocused.

I got off her swiftly, hiding my impatience as she got onto her knees next to me. I laid down on the bed with my eyes closed, waiting to feel her mouth on me. I covered my face with my forearm trying to calm myself down to enjoy what she was planning on doing.

Then I heard a spritzing sound and felt something cold and damp on my dick. When I looked to see what was going on all I saw was her lowering her head onto my penis. I promptly remembered what she said earlier about whipping cream but that thought instantaneously vanished from my mind when I felt her warm, wet mouth on my cock. I let out a strangled moan while she sucked me off like I was the best-tasting ice lollie she ever had. She licked from my shaft to my tip, and then moved downwards to my balls, sucking them. I couldn't help but curl my toes.

Hermione slowly and meticulously planted wet kisses all over my cock, then she stroked me with her soft hands. She then wrapped her pouty lips around my tip and licked the excess cum off the tip. My cock was so hard I was afraid that if she tapped it the wrong way it could shatter like ice.

After she was done handling my cock like it was the most delicate thing on this planet, she took all of me in her mouth until I could feel it in her throat. She was always amazing at this. I could almost cry.

"I have been thinking about you all day." She whispered, taking me in her sweet, sexy mouth again. Her wet tongue drives me batshit crazy. "I had to fuck myself in the shower when I got home, but I didn't help much."

The thought of her wanking while covered in lather was the thing that did it for me, before I could warn her I was shooting off in her mouth.

I was barely conscious when she started sucking my neck, giving me hickeys I will definitely have to cover up tomorrow.

Then she straddled my lifeless body and impaled herself on my hard-again cock. She rode me slowly at first, steadily working herself up to a faster rhythm.

"Do you like that, Ron?"

I could only manage to let out a weak whimper. I couldn't think or speak properly, I was not in control of my mind or body. All I knew was her. All I could think about was her perfect body fucking me. Hermione stopped what she was doing to place both hands on the side of my head and kiss me. It wasn't the type of kiss that you would give to someone simply out of lust. No, this kiss was an act of love, of her devotion to me. It was fucking hot but that's just a bonus. She broke our kiss to tell me she loves me.

"I love you more."

"That's not possible."

I was planning on counteracting her, but my brain is always rendered to mush whenever she is riding me as fast as she is right now.

"Oh, I love you cock!" Hermione throws her head back in pure bliss and slows down to rub herself firmly on me. "It's so hard," she said with a crease on her eyebrows, "I love how hard it is."

"All for you, love."

Hermione seemed to be in her own little world while she bounces up and down on me. I wish I could join her there but in the meantime, I just focus on enjoying what we are doing. I slide my hands up her hips and press her even closer to me.

"I'm getting closer," she lets out.

I flip us over so I am now on top of her, thrusting even harder than she was a second ago. I grabbed the back of her knee and pull her pussy closer to my cock to fuck her faster.

"OHHH GOODD I'M CUMMMING."

"Mione, fuck you're so tight."

Hermione came before I did, which only encouraged me to cum even more.

I was completely spent. I collapsed on top of her, which she didn't seem to mind. She always tells me how she loves it when I am on top of her.

My stomach then growls, reminding me that we still haven't eaten dinner yet.

"How about you stay here while I make us dinner." Hermione giggled, reading my mind.

"Okay," I said, "as long as I can have you for dessert."