What were Ron and Hermione getting up to when they were no where to be found at the wedding?

Side chapter, if this is not your pairing, the Drarry continues next chapter, and it's already up.

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Merlin, Yes!

"Okay ladies, gather round. My gorgeous husband is about to throw the luckiest among you this magical bouquet. I've bewitched it you see, so whoever catches it is sure to be the next to get engaged. Ready?" Hermione turned and smiled at Luna, who had grabbed her hand and brought her to the front of the loud group of girls, all listening to Draco Malfoy address them. Her body was warm with the warmth of the crowd, the firewhiskey Luna had been passing to her all night, and the glow of happiness that surrounded her.

She was barely paying attention, just enjoying the atmosphere, when the bouquet of flowers landed in her hands. She was instantly overwhelmed by the other girls giggling and cheering around her. But then one by one they grew silent, eyes big, looking at something behind her. She turned and there he was.

Ronald Bilius Weasley was down on one knee, hands folded nicely over the knee not on the ground, posture tall.

Hermione gasped, the bouquet coming up to cover her face. Her eyes flitted up for a second, settling on Harry and Draco. Draco stood behind Harry, arms wrapped around his waist, chin on his shoulder, both their eyes on her.

That fucker knew and didn't tell me!

She looked back at Ron. At this boy she had known for years. At this man she had grown up with, grown to love.

"Hermione-"

"Yes."

Ron laughed, along with most of the room.

"Hermione-"

"Yes! Ron, yes!" She jumped on him and they fell backwards into a heap on the dance floor. Hermione hugged Ron so tightly, moving so that she was above him, and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. Ron laughed into the kiss and pulled them apart, then helped her to her feet. The cheering surrounding them was deafening. Soon the cheering died out and the band began playing again.

Hermione took Ron by the hand and led him into the surrounding darkness, towards the orchard trees. "'Mione, where are we going? We're gonna miss the party."

"Fuck the party." That shut Ron up, stupidly wondering how this woman could still hold some surprises. Ron held on a little tighter to Hermione's hand as she pulled him through the trees. She seemed to be heading towards the clearing where he and his brothers use to practice quidditch during school breaks.

Soon the trees open up and reveal the uninterrupted sky, sparkling with stars, and the grass spread out in front of them, illuminated by the moon. Hermione brings him to the very center of the clearing then drops his hand and pulls her wand from the surprisingly deep pocket of her dress.

Hermione starts to make a wide circle, with Ron at the center. It was familiar to him, her shuffling around and twirling her wand gracefully while muttering different spells, though it seemed like tonight she was using less protection than they had put in place during their year hunting Horcruxes. He just looked at her, puzzled, but going along with it. If it was an idea of 'Mione's, it was sure to be a good one.

She stopped and turned to face him, and gestured for him to scoot back a bit. He did, leaving the center free, where she conjured up a large, plush bed draped in crimson sheets. She smiled as his mouth fell open, she moved her wand in a circle and cast the nonverbal spell to produce a small table with a little drawer. She placed her wand upon it, took two steps over to the bed, kicked off her heels, and lifted up her skirt a bit so she could easily climb up.

Kneeling up there, she was taller than Ron. She moved to the edge closest to him and drew him in with one finger. Ron didn't even think, just moved. His brain wasn't really able to think of anything, except Hermione. Her name. Her voice. Her, kneeling on a bed before him.

Hermione ran one hand gently through his hair and down to the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. It started slow, and he sighed into in, but his sigh turned to a moan as she pulled him forward, pressing them together harder, and letting her other hand stray downward, over his chest, his sides where she turned from light tickle to almost painful scratches, then to cup the growing member in the front of his pants.

Ron jumped back at the contact, hands in the air as if someone had pulled a wand on him. "Hermione?" Somehow a question and a warning.

"Yes?" She answered lightly, sitting back into her heels, palms on her thighs, somehow innocent looking, but with a mischievous fire in her eyes.

"Are you sure?" Ron's eyes did hold some concern, wanting to make sure she was comfortable, ready. But she could see a bit of fire there as well, waiting to come forward.

She took his hands from his sides, kissing the palm of one and then the other. She ran her fingers up his arms, his hands settling on her waist as she put her hands to the back of his neck and pulled him close, hugging him to her as she whispered in his ear, "Yes Ronald, I'm sure. I'm yours. So take me."

The words came out sounding like a challenge to Ron, one he was willing to take. He growled as he lunged forward, pushing Hermione back against the mattress. She laughed momentarily at the man she loved, but grew quiet as he started kissing and nibbling at her neck. They had been here before, no big deal, although this time felt different. Usually his body hovered over hers, which she had never understood, until now as his weight pressed down on her, his obvious need pressed into her thigh.

She pushed him back a bit to gain access to the buttons of his shirt, despite how sure she was of herself, her hands shook as she struggled with the first one. Ron noticed and took her hand, kissed it, then sat back onto his knees, with one on either side of her hips. He looked down at her, eyes scrolling over her as he undid his shirt and threw it over the side of the bed.

The moonlight danced through his copper hair and over his lightly toned chest, glistening a bit over the scars from the department of mysteries. He held her gaze as he moved towards her, a hand on either side of her head as he kissed her, opening her lips with his own and bringing their tongues together. Hermione touched his smooth chest, feeling the solid weight of him above her.

Ron moved his mouth, kissing the hollow of her neck, then down to her collar gasped as his hand reached down, pulling her strapless sweetheart neckline with it, revealing her breasts to the night air. Her nipples hardened in the cool breeze, making the contrast of Ron's warm mouth more shocking. Hermione's back arched, bringing her breasts closer, and Ron moaned into them, rolling the nipple with his fingers of the one not occupying his mouth.

Ron loved the feeling of Hermione wriggling underneath him, her hands in his hair pulling in a way that would have been uncomfortable if it wasn't so damn sexy. His mouth moved to the other nipple and bit lightly, while that was distracting Hermione he moved his hand down her leg, slowly tracing one finger upward, lifting the hem of her dress. He freed her nipple and moved back to kissing her lips, his left hand holding her head up to meet him.

He pulled back for a moment, resting his forehead against hers, and for a moment they both just looked at each other, breathing heavily.

"I love you Hermione."

"I love you too, Ron." She gave him a goofy, happy smile, and then Ron moved her panties aside and ran his finger up her slit, stopping to circle her clit.

"Merlin, yes!"

He tried hard not to chuckle at her reaction, but he couldn't resist. She gave a bit of a moan, but bit her lip as if embarrassed by the sound. Now it was a challenge for Ron, to make her forget herself and let go.

Ron gently slipped a finger inside her. Merlin, she is so wet. He slowly moved his finger in and out, adding another and scissoring them slightly. Every move he made brought sounds from Hermione, little gasps and moans. He started to rub her clit to the rhythm of his fingers, slow. Slow. Then suddenly much faster.

"Oh, fuck! Ron yes!" Hermione cried out into the night, the impressions of her teeth visible on her lip where she had been trying to hold her excitement in. He kissed that lip, then the hinge of her jaw, the hollow of her neck, moving his way down, never stopping the motion of his hand.

He kissed the hollow between her breasts, inched her dress up more to kiss the soft skin of her stomach, then leaned back on his haunches, used his now unoccupied hand to take a firm grip on her panties. He pulled and easily ripped the thin fabric out of his way.

Hermione frowned and looked down as Ron suddenly stopped. She met his eyes, down between her thighs, as he waited to make sure it was okay. In reply she lovingly ran her fingers through his hair, then forcefully pushed his head forward as she brought her hips up, taking what he was glad to give.

His fingers moved to dip in and out as he licked around her clit, bringing her closer and closer until it was suddenly too much. Her cries of pleasure rang out into the night, but her protective spells kept them contained. Ron moved his way back up her body, kissing gently and giving her a moment to catch her breath.

He laid back and pulled her close, snuggling her and looking up at the stars above. This view only lasted for a minute as soon it was blocked by a big bunch of curls as Hermione straddled his waist. Slowly she leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his as she inched out her tongue and ran it down his chest, moving closer to the hardness beneath her. Ron let his eyes follow her, actively struggling to control his breathing, his thoughts.

She could feel his anticipation building as she took him into her hand, giving him a light stroke. He exhaled sharply, not remembering when he had started to hold his breath. She moved so tenderly over him, looking him up and down, seeing him fully for the first time. It was maddening.

He looked into her deep brown eyes which were looking into his blues, her nerves showed there but nowhere else as her hand stayed steady and strong on him. She bit her lip and let her glance fall down to where she caressed his member before coming back up to meet his gaze. He gave one firm nod then laid his head back as he watched her start to move downward.

Hermione drew him into her mouth, running her tongue in a circle around the tip. Ron's sharp intake of breath that he let out with a slow moan, calming her nerves. She was never one to be unprepared, but you could only learn so much from books. She moved her mouth down, hollowing her cheeks while twisting her hand along his shaft to meet her lips. She found it easy to bring him deeper, soon he was brushing the back of her throat and making the most appealing noises.

"'Mione, oh shit. That's so good. B-but I need you to slow down a bit." She looked up at him, her nose nestled in his red curls. His face was so red, his breathing ragged as he focused on controlling his feelings. She brought herself up slowly, flicking her tongue back and forth as she went and enjoying the exhilaration he couldn't hide. She spent a few seconds sucking hard on his tip before letting him go with a *Pop!*

I could get used to this…

She kneeled above him, crawling up to place a knee on either side of his hips, hiking her dress up as she did so. She locked eyes with him, brought two fingers to her lips and sucked them in. She liked him watching her like this. She was in control of the situation. She had the power.

She moved her skirt and slowly slid them inside, feeling the warm wetness cover them. She gathered some of it on her fingers and took him in her hand, jerking him with her own lube.

Ron loved seeing her like this, a crazy glint in her eye. He watched as she slowly fingered herself before moving her hand onto him. She stroked him once. Twice. Before bringing him to her entrance and slowly lowering herself onto him. Hermione sucked in a sharp breath, adjusting to the new feeling, the fullness inside her. He had to bite his lip, both to stop the noises that fought to escape, and to have something else to focus on besides the bewitching women now seated on his cock.

She slowly gyrated her hips, and Ron was unable to hold back his moan. He thrust upward, grabbing Hermione's hips and pulling her to him.

"OH MERLIN YES!"

That was all Ron needed. He wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped them over, lacing his fingers into her curls. Before a moan could escape her lips, he crashed his down on them. It was far from their usual gentle caresses, but neither of them minded. Ron's lips roamed down as he pumped his hips, nipping and licking his way down her neck. Hermione threw her head back into his palm, encouraging the little tugs he's been giving, his other hand still firmly on her hip, arm in the small of her back, pulling her closer and closer. Her hands moved everywhere, red hair, stubbled chin, firm shoulders, round ass.

The thought of slowing momentarily crossed Ron's mind, but he had lost all ability to practice restraint as the woman he was going to spend the rest of his days with was behaving so deliciously beneath him. The stream of obscenities coming from her beautiful mouth egged him on, not wanting it to ever stop. She was getting louder and loud as she crescendoed with him, the air sparking around them with almost visible electricity.

Her chest rose and fell with his, her ear listening to the slowing of his vigorous heartbeat. His fingers gently running through her hair as she traced the lines of his chest. "We should probably get back. Shouldn't miss all of our best mates' wedding." Hermione groaned at Ron's words, but started to get up anyway, just to be pulled back into his arms. "You think you can leave without a kiss goodbye?" She smiled, slowly bringing her already swollen lips to his.

Ron stumbled around trying to find his different pieces that had been thrown about, throwing his shirt over his shoulder as he reached to pull his pants out from under the bed. He straightened up to see Hermione, slowly turning while expertly moving her wand through the air. Growing up in the wizarding world, he had seen magic every day of his life, but her skill never failed to impress him. Soon the bed had disappeared, their clothes and hair were back in place, and they were on a slow stroll back through the trees.

They must have been gone longer that they realized, as it seemed that most of the party had broken up. A few couples here and there slowly swayed to the music, the band playing an unfamiliar love song. They snuck past a couple viciously making out in the corner as they made their way to the dance floor.

"Bloody hell, is that Dean and Seamus?!"

"Keep your voice down!" She turned him around and pulled him close. They were more hugging while kind of moving back and forth, Ron's chin lightly sitting on her head. She turned her head up to kiss him, pulling back to look into his eyes.

Her burst of giggles made the back of his neck start to go red. "What?"

She coughed to collect herself, "It's just… You've got dirt on your nose, just there," bring her finger up to point at her own face. His hand flew to his face, brushing it off before he caught on, getting a sudden flash of the young girl on the train, a little pain in the ass showoff who he now couldn't imagine his life without. He joined in the laughter as he brought his hands to her face, planting a long kiss on her beautiful lips.