Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, The Wedding Date, or any related characters.
A/N: Happy Sunday all! This chapter definitely toes the line of mature to explicit due to some *cough* sexual content, so fair warning! Hope you enjoy :)
Thank you, as always, to the lovely accio-broom for being an awesome beta!
Side note: Quotes marked with a * are direct quotes from the movie that I couldn't resist including!
The Wedding Date
Chapter Four
Hermione
The rest of the afternoon at the park went off without a hitch. Fortunately for Hermione, she was not asked to take on the role of first batsman again, and she had managed to steer clear of Ron after their earth-shattering first kiss that sent her spiraling. She stayed busy catching up with old friends, but she kept her eye on Ron, who seemed to be having quite an excellent time chatting with Harry. She figured, quite amused, that Ron would be stealing the role of Harry Potter's best friend soon.
They caught each other's eyes a few instances from across the field, and Hermione wasn't sure what to make of the dazzling smile he sent her way every time. She was a bundle of nerves, thinking about what she would say or what she would do once they were alone again. The kiss certainly came out of left field, no pun intended, and it sent her into a flustered frenzy that made her want to guzzle down yet another bottle of water. It was, quite frankly, the best damn kiss she had ever had.
The park outing only lasted for an hour more, before they were back in the car headed back to her parent's house to change for the evening. They sat in awkward silence during the drive, only exchanging a few sly smiles. Ron pretended to fiddle with the radio stations while Hermione stared at the passing trees and buildings that faded in and out of view from the passenger side window.
It wasn't until they were alone in her bedroom once more that Ron felt the need to actually attempt to address what happened between them.
"So..."
Hermione echoed his sentiment. "So…"
"Hermione, I uh…" Ron scratched his head, almost nervously, and continued, "I hope you didn't think I was too forward when I…"
Hermione wasn't quite sure what to make of his uncomfortable stance. Why was he nervous around her? Was he trying to find a polite way to let her know it was all for show? He's an escort; shouldn't he know all about letting down the women who she was certain wanted to rip his clothes off?
"I'm not sure I'm following."
"It's just...the kiss…I hope it was-"
Despite all of her skepticism, Hermione couldn't help but smile at his bashful face. "The kiss was very lovely, Ron."
"Brilliant!" His behavior was puzzling. Why was he looking at her so innocently?
Deciding to quell her suspicions, for now, she grabbed a little black dress from the wardrobe and made her way to the adjoining loo. She waved off Ron's raised eyebrows as she walked past. Part of her was shamelessly thrilled that he seemed intrigued by what she was about to change into. Yet, the opposite side of her, the side that came to fruition as she stood staring at her image in the mirror, was left entirely self-conscious. She now donned a black cocktail dress with thin straps covering her shoulders. The dress cowled lower at the neckline, but not too low to be considered provocative. It was simple and classy, even though the dress cut off slightly higher above the knees than what she was normally comfortable wearing. She pinned her messy curls up so that only a few tendrils curved around her face, leaving her neck exposed.
Hermione took a deep breath and stepped out of the loo, watching Ron's face closely as he observed her appearance from his spot on the edge of the bed. He was wearing black dress trousers and a dark blue button-down shirt that accentuated his eyes, which lit up as he saw her. She almost felt naked under his gaze that trailed the length of her body appreciatively.
"Wow." Wow was good, right?
"It's uh...well, Lavender wanted the girls to wear all black for the hen party." Hermione crossed her legs as she lifted her bare heels off the floor. She clasped her hands behind her back, and bit her lip nervously.
Ron's intense expression shifted to a soft grin. "You look beautiful, Hermione."
A quarter of an hour later, they were on the road, and Hermione was pleasantly surprised yet again that Ron seemed to be a natural driver. She rode quietly in the passenger's seat for the first half of the trip until a question that had been weighing on her mind tumbled out, "So...have you ever been...attracted to your other clients?"
Ron looked quite uncomfortable, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual. "I don't think I can discuss that information…"
"Oh, come on, you had to have been, right? I'm sure the whole lot of them want to shag you." Her eyes widened as she realized how her words came across, implying that she also wanted to shag him.
"Oh please, do go on," Ron replied cockily.
"Nevermind." Her cheeks were burning, and she pivoted her face to gaze out the window, not willing to let him see how mortified she was.
The rest of the drive went by at an agonizingly slow pace, and Hermione practically leapt out of the car once Ron had parked. She smoothed out her skirt and readjusted the sunglasses on her face. Ron walked around to meet her on the other side of the car.
"Okay then, have a good time." He offered her polite, parting words as he shoved his hands into his trousers. She briefly wondered if she should kiss him, not knowing if any of the ladies were watching from inside the lounge. When he didn't give any indication with his body language that he wanted her to, she decided against it. She turned to make her way inside, however hesitated just as she reached the door handles. She turned slowly back around and looked Ron squarely in the eye,
"How do you do that?"
Ron gave her a befuddled look. "Do what?"
"Just play it smooth. It's almost like breathing requires minimal effort from you, let alone making women feel...relaxed...by your presence."
Hermione thought she noticed a twinge of amusement in his eyes as his lips curved upwards slightly. "It's not on purpose. I'm just...me. Besides," he deflected quickly, "this weekend is not about me. It's about you."
"Technically, it's about Lavender and Seamus."
"But I'm here for you. In any way you want me to be here."
In any way you want me to be here. Hermione had a burning desire to challenge his statement. "Then prove it."
When Ron hesitated, Hermione marched back to him impatiently. "Come on, now."
Ron took a quick glance around the street to make sure no one was watching them too closely and then returned his gaze to Hermione, his bright azure eyes gleaming mischievously. "Alright, then."
Ron gently placed a hand on her stomach, pushing her into the side door, causing Hermione to gasp loudly in surprise.
A few seconds later, Ron leaned close, their noses touching. He had one hand perched on top of the car just above her head, and the other hand rested gently on the side of her hip. "Close your eyes. Relax." Hermione let her eyes flutter closed, her entire body tensely waiting in anticipation for what was about to happen next. She was sure that he was going to kiss her.
"I'm not going to kiss you*…" Ron's whispered breath tickled her ear. It was as if he read her mind.
"You deserve...so much more than what anyone has offered you before…" He continued to croon in her ear. Hermione's arms remained still at the side of her body. She was afraid that if she moved them even the slightest bit, that she wouldn't be able to control herself from grabbing him and snogging him very publicly, yet again.
All too soon, she felt Ron's body push away from her own, leaving her disappointed to have lost the warmth his body provided from standing so close. Ron cleared his throat and broke the eye contact. He squinted his eyes in the sunlight. "You should uh...you should get inside."
"O-okay."
Ron steered her in the right direction as she stumbled dazedly towards the entrance, unsure of what the bloody hell just happened.
Lavender grabbed Hermione by the arm as soon as she walked inside and dragged her off into the corner of the room, bypassing the other bridesmaids - Parvati, Luna, and Hannah - along the way.
"Uhm, excuse me, what was all of that I just witnessed outside?" Lavender placed her hands on her hips, her accusatory tone making Hermione grow flustered.
So they were watching them.
"It was nothing. I have no idea what you're on about. Besides, today is your day! Let's go celebrate, shall we?" Hermione weakly evaded the question.
They rejoined the group and made small chat while they waited for their table. The first round of cocktail drinks involved a fruity concoction that had Hermione smacking her lips together, not too fond of the rich sweetness.
She stood at the end of the table, seated next to Lavender, and held up her clear glass. "Ladies, let's have a top night for the most exceptional person. To Lavender!" A chorus of cheers rang around the table as they clinked glasses together enthusiastically.
Before they could continue any further, Hermione heard Parvati and Luna gasp and point behind Lavender's head. When Hermione followed their line of sight, she saw Ron had entered the cocktail lounge and was now making his way towards their group, holding a small handbag in his arms.
"My, my, my…" Hannah murmured.
Hermione stood and quickly made her way over to Ron, too nervous to let him get too close to the group of gawking women. "Er, I thought you might need this," he held out the bag in his hands, and she took it graciously.
"Thanks."
"Well, uh, I'll just see you…" He waved timidly and then turned on his heel to leave. Only then was Hermione aware of just how many women were staring at him deliciously. She wasn't sure at the time why it angered her so much, but she was fueled enough to throw caution to the wind.
"Ron!" He turned instantly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Hermione marched forward, placed her hands on both sides of his cheeks, and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Although Ron froze momentarily, likely in shock from the unexpected attack, he thawed quickly and returned her kiss with just as much fervor. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he lifted her slightly off of her feet. The kiss was quick, too quick in Hermione's opinion, but she hoped it was enough to send a message to all of the other greedy eyes in the room. He is here with me. The thought made her stomach bubble with excitement.
Once she came back down from her high, and her feet were firmly planted once more on the ground, she simply patted his shoulder, "I'll see you, then," and ran back to the table. Once she was seated, she snuck another glance up to see that he had already disappeared.
"Can you believe she gets to shag that man?" Parvati fanned herself. Hermione almost choked on her liquor but said nothing.
The other girls chatted amongst themselves for several minutes as Hermione found herself lost in deep thought about a certain ginger man. This wasn't quite what she had in mind when she originally planned a weekend away with a "date" to appease her family. A gentle hand reached out to squeeze her arm, and Hermione glanced up to find Lavender smirking at her.
"Yesterday at the park, that was your first kiss with Ron, wasn't it?" Lavender gave away a twinkle in her eye.
Hermione blanched and fiddled with her fingers that curved so firmly around her glass that she thought she might break it. "I don't know what you-"
"PLEASE, I saw the look on both of your faces afterwards. You were both completely dumbfounded. And, might I say, Ron seemed to enjoy it a little too much."
Hermione shook her head adamantly. "Not possible."
Lavender crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "Well, why not?"
Hermione winced and leaned closer, feeling like there was no way she could hide the truth now. She spoke in a low tone, just to be sure that no one else could listen in, "He's a hired escort."
"I'm sorry?"
"An...escort," she repeated slowly under her breath.
Lavender stared at her blankly for a moment before she burst out into laughter. "Oh sweetie, I doubt there is a chance in hell that man is a true escort in the professional sense."
"Pardon?"
"If he did this for a living, if he attended events with other women, then how is it possible that he is here like this with you and can't keep his bloody eyes off of you when you're in the room?"
"Maybe he's just that good at his job."
Lavender guffawed at her as if she were the barmiest lunatic on the planet. "That man is falling for you, my dear, and fast."
Hermione had never considered it, although this theory could solve her rising suspicions from the conversation with Ron earlier. Could Ron have lied about being an escort? Surely he would've corrected her as soon as he realized her mistake at the club.
"Have you shagged him yet?"
"Lavender!"
"What? Just asking if that's extra." Oh, for the love of...
Hermione took a swig of her drink and waved her hands in front of her face. "I, uh…I don't think that would be proper given the situation…"
"I think you should go for it." Lavender's toothy grin confirmed that she was definitely that friend who listened to what Hermione thought she should do and encouraged her to do the exact opposite.
"And what? Offer him more money in exchange? Quite frankly, I find exchanging sex for money morally repugnant*."
Lavender just shrugged coolly and sipped on her cocktail. Her opinion on the matter was obvious.
Ron
Ron was on auto-pilot as he drove away from the cocktail lounge. Did Hermione really plant one on him without any warning or reason? It was a bold move, the boldest move he had seen her make so far, and he had to admit to himself that it was bloody brilliant. And now, he had to go spend the rest of his evening with a bunch of blokes he barely knew with a partial hard-on. Wonderful.
Seamus had opted for a less public outing, instead choosing to let Cormac host the stag night at his flat in the city. It was entirely too posh for Ron's taste, but at least Harry would be there, who he seemed to get on with quite well.
The air was smoky when Ron arrived at the flat, and he struggled to not inhale the repulsing fumes from the cigars. There were a lot of men there, way more than he had anticipated, and he felt suddenly awkward and out of place.
"Ron!" Seamus called out, and he found him seated at a nearby table with Harry and Cormac. They had a deck of cards displayed on the table in front of them. Harry gave him a friendly wave as he walked over, although he noticed that Cormac pointedly ignored him as he dealt the next hand of cards.
"We're playing Euchre, mate. Want in?"
"Sure," Ron shrugged and took the last empty chair. "How's it going?" He nodded to Harry, who smirked back at him.
"Looks like you've been busy." Harry pointed discreetly to a spot on Ron's mouth, who hastily wiped his lips to find traces of Hermione's deep plum lipstick that she was wearing. Well shite. Fortunately, Cormac continued paying him no mind, too busy slurping his pint and intently scanning his cards.
"Hey, mate," Cormac directed his statement to Seamus, "Remember that time we took our ladies camping?" Our ladies? Ron narrowed his eyes, knowing he was referring to Hermione. Perhaps he was listening in, after all.
"No," Seamus slurred. It was clear that he had a few already.
"Really? Well, it was quite the ordeal. Lavender complained the entire time about her mosquito bites because she didn't dress appropriately for the weather, and all Hermione did was chastise us for not bringing a First Aid kit."
"Sounds like you could've used it," Ron mumbled, receiving a dirty glare back from Cormac, who only continued on, despite the fact that Seamus was too pissed to truly listen,
"Lavender wore that little two piece pyjama number to bed, which made us all laugh because it was ridiculously chilly that night." Ron wrinkled his nose. What an odd thing to say, more importantly, remember, about someone else's fiance.
"I uh…", Cormac glanced down wistfully, "I didn't deserve her back then." Back to Hermione, then? Ron's jaw clenched.
"And you think you do now?" Harry shot back, arms crossed.
Cormac slapped his cards down, "Need the loo," and stalked off. Harry looked quite chuffed.
Seamus appeared half asleep on his chair, his head bobbing up and down. Harry apparently saw this as a perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation with Ron that he wasn't expecting, "You're not really Hermione's boyfriend, are you?"
Ron's eyes went round as his head sharply turned to meet Harry's suspicious gaze. "Wh-what?"
"It's okay, mate. I just know Hermione, and I know she wouldn't have jumped into a relationship without having meticulously planned out every step, which meant I would have heard about it before yesterday."
"Please don't tell her you figured it out," Ron winced. "I really do think she's brilliant, but I haven't known her for very long…"
"Understood. You're a good man, Ron. That much I can tell. She deserves that, after all the shit she's been through."
Ron held out his bottle and clinked the tip with Harry's. "Cheers."
"How do you lads know so much about so much*?" Seamus drunkenly interjected, making Ron and Harry snort with laughter.
"Let's move out, fellas!" Seamus announced loudly, spilling the rest of his beer all over the table and cards in the process.
"And go where?" Harry asked in amusement.
Seamus grinned mischievously, "To the club, of course."
Hermione
Two cocktails later, Lavender was positively smashed and insisted that they go check out a dance club nearby. Intent on spoiling Lavender with whatever she wanted, Hermione followed along, despite feeling apprehensive about being in a crowded room full of strangers and hot, sweaty bodies. She wondered briefly if she should text Ron to let him know that they will be out a bit later than she anticipated but decided against it, stuffing her mobile back into her handbag.
"SEAMUS!"
"Oh no…" Hermione groaned. Of course. Of course Lavender had secretly planned a meet-up spot with Seamus for the evening.
Lavender proceeded to throw herself sloppily into her fiance's arms, not caring about the very public display of snogging that commenced directly following. Hermione rolled her eyes, and irritably attempted to navigate her way through the crowd of people. Seamus is here, so that means...she searched head by head for a flash of red hair. Distracted, Hermione didn't even notice that Cormac had sidled his way up next to her.
"You look a little out of place there, Granger." Hermione shot her head sideways and took in Cormac's pompous smirk. He held out a hand, almost expecting her to take it.
Before Hermione could conjure up a retort, two strong hands gripped onto her hips from behind and pulled her flush against a solid chest.
"I think she's right where she belongs, mate." She relaxed instantly from hearing Ron's husky, threatening voice.
No sooner than Cormac had strutted off had Ron whirled Hermione's body around to find her eyes. The pounding music that blasted from the speakers made her ears ring. The significant buzz she felt from the drinks she had consumed thus far also didn't help as she attempted to focus on Ron's blurry face. "You alright?"
"Yeah. Thanks for that."
"Don't mention it," Ron shouted back. It wasn't the ideal place to talk, given the current noise level. Someone bumped into Hermione from behind, causing her to stumble forward into Ron's arms.
"Oi! Watch it!" Ron muttered angrily to the unknown culprit.
"You, uh...do you want to dance?" Hermione yelled into his ear. She noticed what hoped to be excitement appear in his irises.
"Let's do it," Ron grabbed her hand and led her to a more centralized location on the dance floor.
The current song had an upbeat tempo, and Hermione looked around nervously to see various couples grinding and standing quite intimately as they danced. She gulped as Ron took both of her hands in his. They both simultaneously began to bounce lightly on their feet to the beat of the music. Ron let their joined hands swing in the air, and Hermione could feel her own body start to loosen up.
Sweat glistened off of Ron's forehead, likely from the overhead lights that gleamed down on them from the ceiling. Hermione found that keeping her eyes steady on Ron's calmed her nerves, and she felt brave enough to rotate her hips slowly from side to side. This sultry move did not go unnoticed by Ron, who growled and spun her around so that her back was pressed up against his chest. She inhaled sharply, feeling flushed from the heat of the room mixed with the heat of Ron's warm body. He kept a firm grasp on both of her hands, now trailing them upward, starting at the hem of her skirt, before landing at her hips. He continued to sway them in time with the music.
Before Hermione could stop herself, she pushed her bum slightly into Ron's middle, feeling the hint of an erection poking through his trousers. He responded by sliding his hands down to the side of her thighs and squeezing gently, his head now buried in the curled bun on her head. She rotated her bum into him again and hissed when his fingernails dug into her skin.
"You're doing an excellent job of driving me crazy." His teeth grazed the side of her ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She was well aware of the arousal that was pooling low in her stomach.
Oh, really?" Hermione's breath came out in short pants as she arched her neck sideways to allow Ron to place open-mouthed kisses along her creamy skin. Ron's previous words lit a fire underneath her skin. "I think...uh...I think we should get out of here."
"That sounds like a wicked plan." They found the rest of the wedding party quickly, murmured their goodbyes, and made their way outside to hail a cab. The entire cab ride home, Ron held onto her hand firmly, tracing circles around her palm with the pads of his thumb. They stole furtive glances at each other, each communicating their attraction to each other silently with their eyes.
Once they were home, she jiggled with the keys as she made a feeble attempt to unlock the door, in between bouts of giggling. Eventually, Ron took hold of them and managed to pry the door open as they stumbled inside. Hermione pressed a finger to her lips to indicate for him to remain quiet as they trekked their way down the hallway. She made a pit stop in the kitchen, mouth suddenly parched, dehydrated from breathing in hot air and lack of nonalcoholic fluids. She grabbed a full bottle of water from the refrigerator and took a sip. Ron's eyes were lustfully gazing over her, watching her closely as if her drinking water was the most seductive action he had ever witnessed. Maybe she should have tried the "spill a bottle of water on yourself" bit on Ron instead of Cormac at the picnic earlier.
She abandoned her bottle of water about halfway finished, took a brave step forward, and placed a hand on Ron's chest. She could see every freckle on his face, the way his tongue darted out to moisten his lips, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. Sirens were raging in her head as she timidly stood up on the balls of her feet to inch her lips closer to his. Ron's hands had made their way to the dip in her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin as he began to rub gently up and down. Her mouth remained just inches away, on the absolute precipice of desire. There was no mistaking the situation; she was about to shag his brains out.
Suddenly impatient, Hermione took Ron's hand and led him up the stairs, not stopping until they entered the bedroom. She locked the door, turned around slowly, hands still grasping the doorknob. She shyly looked over at Ron's silhouette in the darkness, biting her lip.
Hermione must've made a little sound, deep in the back of her throat, that sent Ron over the edge. Not even ten seconds later was he bounding towards her, kissing her so soundly that her entire body trembled from the electrifying sensation. They tumbled backwards onto the bed, shedding clothes as they went, leaving Ron shirtless and Hermione with her dress bunched up around her exposed stomach. Ron sat up on his knees on the bed and slowly caressed down her bare thigh, sliding past her knee, until his hand circled one of her petite ankles. He leaned forward to press a light kiss to her bony skin before undoing the buckle on her heel and discarding the shoe onto the floor. He repeated the action once more for the other foot and then moved to hover his body over hers.
Ron's mouth landed possessively on hers once more, and Hermione arched her hips up to meet his middle. She let her legs fall open so that she could grip the sides of Ron's hips with her thighs. He pressed his knee into the open space, letting out a strangled noise as his knee made contact with the wet heat of her knickers. "Bloody hell," he groaned deeply into her mouth.
Ron moved his hands underneath her dress, grazing past her bum until they were wrapped around her back. He lifted her up so that she was now seated on his lap, allowing him full access to remove the dress from her body. Ron yanked upward and upward, until she was left clad in only her bra and knickers. His eyes burned on the swell of her breasts. The erotic positioning of their bodies sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling between her legs. Hermione whimpered as she found his lips again, not able to get enough of the feel of his soft, supple lips as they traveled smoothly across her skin.
Ron pushed her down firmly until she was lying on her back again, now trapped between his body and the mattress. He hastily removed his belt and trousers. Hermione tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes grazing over the smattering of ginger freckles that littered his thighs. Sweet Merlin.
Hermione instinctively widened the gap between her legs, inviting Ron to slip his hand to the inside of her thigh. His thumb rubbed circles against her clit, only a thin barrier of clothing separating him from touching her completely. Hermione moaned loudly as he toyed with the bundle of nerves, and she practically forced his hands to the edge of her knickers. He leaned forward and laughed against her skin just below the collarbone as he indulged in her demands by hooking a finger underneath the lining and tugging her knickers swiftly down her legs. He followed by undoing the front clasp on her bra and also discarding it into the pile of clothes on the floor. She was left completely exposed to him now, at his mercy, anticipating the release she hoped they were both craving.
Hermione's knuckles dug into the cotton of Ron's boxer shorts, her fingernails raking along his firm, round arse. Ron moaned against her neck in response, nipping it quickly, before gripping the edge of his shorts and sliding them off unceremoniously.
She barely got a glimpse of his thick, taut member before he was pressing it hard into her abdomen. Their noses brushed together, Ron's lips touching hers, but remaining open-mouthed, a sense of hesitancy filling the air.
"Tell me," he whispered into her mouth.
"Wh-what?" Hermione's body was positively shaking, her hips writhing, gasping for air as she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance.
"Tell me you want this."
She tried to silence his question by kissing him fully, but he pulled back roughly. "No. Say it."
Ron's eyes were dark, filled with an indescribable lust and determination. She softly reached up to trail the back of her hand along his cheek. "I want this, Ron. I want you."
That was the last barrier that remained, and he left her crying out with immense pleasure as he drove his cock into her in one hard thrust. She clutched at his shoulders for leverage as she pounded her hips upward to meet his thrusts. "Hermione."
He snogged her senseless as their bodies moved together, his wet lips leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw, neck, collarbone, down to cover her hardened nipple. Ron growled as Hermione grabbed a fistful of his hair. Ron lifted her body higher, his hands now gripping her bum as he slammed into her at a new angle. Hermione threw her head back into the pillow, biting down so hard on her lip that she thought she drew blood, a failed attempt to muffle the sounds that were likely traveling through the house.
"Yes. More."
Ron bucked his hips wildly, his pace increasing at a rate that Hermione didn't even know was possible. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, Ron now stretching and filling her so completely that the pressure between her legs was building. Fast. Hermione's body shuddered as she let out a final cry of release, causing Ron to grunt as he pressed into her a final few times before finding his own orgasm, spilling his seed into her and collapsing onto her chest. He rolled quickly off of her, giving her cheek a loving kiss, as he controlled his labored breathing. Not a single hair on her skin was left unsatisfied by this man.
That was positively the best sex of her life.
She allowed any sensible thoughts to leave her mind, choosing instead to focus on the feeling of Ron's arms that were spooning her naked form under the covers as she drifted off into sleep.