When Hermione awoke, the morning sun was already breaking through the sides of their thick red-and-gold curtains draped in front of the large bedroom windows. Her eyes, adjusting to the light, were staring straight into a skin-colored sky filled with ginger-and-brown stars. A warm, safe feeling settled over her, reminiscent of the days when she used to wake up in her four-poster bed at Hogwarts.
Gingerly sitting up into a cross-legged position, her thoughts played back images from that time, now almost 2 years past, running in alternating succession from wonderful to horrifying. They'd been through so much; it would be a true miracle if any of them turned out to be stable human beings.
One of these potentially stable human beings broke Hermione's reverie and brought her back to their small apartment on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole. Ron's back, covered in freckles like the rest of his body (she'd checked), started to move. He was stirring slightly. A telltale sign of him having a vivid dream or perhaps another nightmare.
Harry had developed the worst of them, Ginny had told her as much, but neither Ron nor Hermione could quite shake the mental scars the last few years of the Wizarding War had caused, their physical scars being a grim reminder of their burden every day.
Her eyes drifted absentmindedly to her right forearm. Despite the trauma Hermione also found strength when looking at her 'Mudblood' scar. They'd gotten out of Malfoy Manor; she'd been able to survive Bellatrix's torture. She could still hear Ron's screams of terror. He had saved her that day, in many ways.
Her gaze wandered back over to the ginger man she loved more than anyone else in the world, still making little noises in his sleep, his lower body covered by the blanket. She couldn't help but smile a smile that was reserved only for Ron. She pictured how she must look right now because Harry and Ginny had often commented on how obvious it was when she was talking or thinking of him. She couldn't, nor did she ever want to hide her love for this wonderful handsome redhead who was now slowly turning around to face her.
"Morning, 'Mione." A sly but still sleepy smile shot a swarm of butterflies through her stomach. Those blue eyes, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep, would hold her heart until the end of time.
Their grinning contest was interrupted by Ron's half-lidded gaze slowly but surely moving farther down her body, coming to rest at her chest, his grin growing more pronounced by the second. Hermione followed his eyes and was at once acutely aware of her nakedness, her breasts exposed to the warm spring air. After last night's events she had only grabbed a pair of Ron's boxers, which were now the single thing covering her coffee-colored skin.
"Morning, love." Hermione answered, blushing slightly as her arms moved to cover her bosom. The urge to shield herself from his eyes had fallen upon her like a Dementor, but she managed to suppress it, folding her arms over her belly instead. Those were old habits that needed to die out, now that she was with the man who looked at her like it was Christmas Morning every day of the year. A slight measure of body dysmorphia had always been part of her youth, mainly triggered by living her formative years around such beauties as Parvati, Lavender and Ginny. Her teeth were fixed now, luckily, but her rather plump physique and frizzled, uncontrollable hair made her feel quite plain next to her friends.
But all of that was in the past now. One of the driving forces as to why all her little imperfections - like her excessive body hair, uneven boobs and scars - were now a source of self-love, was lying mere inches away and gazing lovingly and imploringly into her hazel eyes.
"Love, don't cover up." Ron said as he reached for Hermione's hand to thread his fingers in between hers. "I think you're so gorgeous, I have to pinch myself every few minutes just to make sure I'm not still in 5th year, dreaming of you." He crawled closer and placed a soft kiss on her happy trail of sparse dark hairs running down from her belly button towards her more sensitive areas. Ron wrapped his massively scarred arms around her waist and laid his head into her lap. Instantly drawing her nails over his ginger head, eliciting soft murmurs from Ron, Hermione inhaled sharply as his breath broke through the thin barrier the boxers provided, making her shudder with excitement.
She had come a long way from nitpicking herself in front of the mirror after every shower. As if having a huge unruly head of hair to wash every morning wasn't bad enough, she also had had to spend long bouts in the bathroom, shaving her legs and armpits due to them being naturally quite hairy.
But Ron had encouraged her to live the way she wanted to, to not conform to conventional beauty standards. She no longer felt pressured to do anything with her body she wasn't comfortable with and if their daily love-making sessions were any indication, he seemed to not mind - or even love - her prickly legs, unshaven armpits and wild untrimmed bush.
Speaking of which, Ron was pulling playfully at the hem of her boxers, running his fingertips over her uppermost pubic hairs. Hermione felt a stirring in her loins, her eyes glazing over as his fingers dug deeper into her bush, lighting pulling at her curls while placing more kisses around her bellybutton. His touch always drove her wild and she could feel the blood rushing to her crotch, sending sensations into overdrive. She willed herself to look back down - her hands still roaming his short ginger hair - as he started to pull himself onto his knees. Towering slightly over the brunette, a licentious smile formed on Ron's freckled face. Ron was still buck naked from last night's fit of passion and Hermione could see his erection growing by the second.
As time stood still, Hermione fell deep into his gaze. She could feel the wetness building rapidly between her legs and all of a sudden, she was on top of him. A tidal wave of love, attraction, lust and appreciation for this man rushed through her, shattering any sense of subtlety.
They had spent many a night holding each other and exploring each other's bodies, being each other's firsts in almost every way. She never believed she could ever feel this comfortable and safe with anyone, let alone be naked, vulnerable and even kinky, but with Ron it all came naturally. Their first intimate experiences with each other had been awkward, but of the good variety. Nervous giggling, loving little reassuring kisses and gentle cuddling had made their first nights so memorable, showing just how much they enjoyed each other's company. But soon after, raw passion and lust had been added to the mix, which had led to trying out different kinks and preferences. For instance, where Ron loved to nuzzle his face into her hair, Hermione discovered he loved doing the same thing with her bush - brushing his nose over her sensitive mound, pampering her vulva and inner thighs with the cutest of kisses - before he would travel further down to explore her folds with his tongue, caressing her clit ... Hermione's heartrate was skyrocketing just thinking about it.
She wanted all that and more, right here and now!
The couple was already locked in a passionate kiss, with their tongues fighting for supremacy, when Hermione registered Ron's massive erection pressing against her nether regions. His hands were running up and down her back, scratching lightly and digging into her well-formed bum to squeeze her cheeks, eliciting soft moans from either party. Her boxers were pretty much soaked through as she ground her wetness against his eager manhood. Not being able to wait any longer, Hermione broke away from Ron's lips, laid back on the bed and swung her legs up in the air, taking off the moist boxers in one smooth motion. She threw them off the bed and locked eyes with Ron, like a hawk ready to strike, the most lascivious grin across her face.
"Come here and fuck me already!"
Hermione usually frowned upon Ron using language like that in any other circumstance, but in the bedroom, it was a huge a turn-on for both.
Ron reciprocated her grin and grabbed his wand off the bedside table to cast a quick silencing charm, while Hermione eyed his large penis, standing at full attention for her. Her hands were already sliding down between her spread legs, tracing some of her juices back through her hairy mound. It took all the self-control she could muster to not just grab his cock and guide it towards her entrance right then and there.
Ron dropped his wand next to the bed and dove for Hermione's well-displayed womanhood that was covered in her luscious thick brown curls. This was pure ecstasy for Ron and judging by Hermione's soft whimpers and her slowly moving hips, she enjoyed it just as much. He nuzzled his face in between her legs, exploring her moist vulva with his nose and tongue. His right arm swept around her leg to graze his nails carefully through her large bush, as his left hand dug underneath her to massage her plump buttocks. Hermione's moans were growing steadily in length and volume - she was writhing in pleasure beneath his face, rubbing her sensitive nub repeatedly against his ginger stubble with ever growing eagerness, while her hands raked his red hair wildly. Hermione could feel her climax growing in her abdomen... but right now she wanted to be closer to him when she came, wanted to gaze into the sea of blue topped by the mountain of fire she loved so dearly.
"RON! Please! Haaahhh! I need you inside of me…. get up here so I can snog you!" She managed to form a coherent sentence while being rubbed, kissed and licked in her most sensitive areas. Hermione was proud of herself and chuckled inwardly.
Ron's azure eyes poked out over her bush. He winked and planted a last sensual kiss on her clitoris before positioning his erection in front of her opening. She could feel his pre-cum dripping from the tip of his penis when he rubbed it against her hairy labia. Hermione shut her eyes and threw her head back in the pillow as he teased her wet folds. Then, with one swift motion, he was inside her. Keeping a slow rhythm, Ron leaned forward to reach Hermione's welcoming lips. The brunette grasped his face, pulling him into a horny kiss. Her flushed expression and closed eyes, accompanied by her soft "Ohhh"'s and "Ahhh"'s, gave Ron all the proof he needed to know they were made for each other.
As Ron's thrusts sped up, Hermione moved her hips in tandem with his, trying to envelop every single inch of him in her. She couldn't help but interlock her legs around his lower back, enticing him to go even deeper while her arms were wrapped tightly behind his back, holding him as if they were saying goodbye for the last time.
Ron broke their wild make-out to knead her rather large breasts - he adored them oh so much and found 'Mione's complaint that one was slightly larger than the other absolutely ridiculous. Two large chocolate-brown hills, topped by the most delectable pink nipples he'd ever seen. Each breast filled his hand completely and he could spend hours caressing, kissing and nuzzling in between them. They had had love making session where he'd spent long blissful minutes that felt like hours just grabbing, pinching and lightly slapping her boobs around. He had been surprised, when Hermione had asked him to be a bit rougher with them, but after having seen her reactions, he had been more than eager to oblige.
Both Ron and Hermione were now very close to reaching orgasm in each other's arms. His hips were now almost slamming into her, she was yelling profanities and grabbing hold of his neck while he pumped into her with wanton passion.
"Fuck, 'Mione, I'm gonna…"
"I know, me too! FUUUCK! Keep going! FUCK! FUCK! ... KEEP GOING!"
Hermione's walls were now clenching tightly around Ron's cock, and he knew she was very close, so he decided to tease her just a tiny bit. It would all be worth it in the end.
He suddenly stopped his thrusts, leaned back, took her leg and placed it on his shoulder while his other hand found her sensitive mound covered by her wonderful thick bush. He took hold of it, just the way he knew she loved it, and resumed his energetic humping from a new angle while tugging lightly on her brown curls that protruded through his knuckles.
Hermione's reaction was priceless, and Ron loved that he could elicit such lewd responses from his young wife. She started to splutter a string of incoherent words while her eyes displayed anything from surprise and confusion to obscene lust.
"Huh? Wha-? Ron! FUCK! YES! What are- OH MY GOD! I can't…! PLEASE! I'm almost…!"
She reached out in mock protest towards Ron, little tufts of hair visible in her armpits. Ron loved how comfortable she had become around him. She'd never fathom just how beautiful she was in his eyes, and it filled him with elation to know he could be just as confident in his body as she was in hers. There were no secrets between them, none, never again.
Hermione's hands found her breasts and she went straight for her hard nipples, pulling her boobs from her chest by holding them at their tips, tugging them from side to side. Ron's eyes were glued to the spectacle in front of him - the way her soft flesh rippled was so mesmerizing, Ron knew it was just about over for him. Hermione's hand left her boob and - before Ron could even grasp what was happening - swung out to slap her tit firmly across the top, sending it cascading into the other.
Ron instantly exploded. He threw his head back and groaned as he completely emptied himself inside her warmth.
Hermione followed suit and fucked herself to completion on Ron's emptying cock by bucking her hips wildly, gripping the sheets next to her, eyes tightly shut, her mouth open, filled with a silent scream that was followed by a very audible moan.
Ron collapsed on to Hermione and buried her beneath him for a moment, both parties covered in various glistening bodily fluids.
After their breathing started to return to normality, Ron rolled off to one side and grasped Hermione's hand in his, their fingers interlocking, as both stared lazily at the ceiling fan, an expression of pure satisfaction etched upon either face. They laid like this for a short time in silence, basking in each other's afterglow. The world around them was fading back into reality - the birds chirped outside and the wind rattled softly against the window frame.
Suddenly Hermione started giggling and embraced her lover, going in for a long and passionate kiss.
"Ronald! I thought last night was exceptional but this… it will be very hard to top, I hope you're aware of that." She gave him another long, loving kiss and flopped back down on the bed, her boobs bouncing in every which way. She could see Ron's features form into a cheeky grin.
"I think I'm always up for a good challenge, 'Mione."