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WEEK

"Ooooh! Shit! That's it – right ... oooh, fuck, RON!" Hermione clutched at him, her back arching violently as he threw one of her legs over his shoulder and turned his head to place an open mouthed kiss on her calf.

"Gotta slow down, 'Mione," he panted, doing that exact opposite, "fucking love you ... can feel it ... fuck!"

"Tell me!" She worked her hips up, searching desperately for more delicious friction. "What's it ... ohgodsogood ... what's it ... like?"

"Hot," he grunted, "tight ... wet," his breath hissed through his teeth, "brilliant!"

"Brilliant," she echoed, shuddering under him, clenching around him, then letting out a cry of pleasure and holding him tightly as he continued thrusting frantically into her and finally grunted loudly in his relief.

As if in slow motion, he fell onto one elbow, his face hovering over hers. "I know," he whispered, hardly able to speak, "stay ..."

"Hmmmm," she nodded, smiling slighty and gazing up at him through heavily lidded eyes. "Just for a minute," she ran her hands down his back, still slick with sweat, "still feels good."

"Minx," he murmured, gathering her in his arms and kissing her fervently.

"You love it," she smirked once they flopped limply onto their backs.

"Bloody right I do," he agreed, lifting his head to look around. "Where are we?"

"Merseyside," she grinned, rolling onto her side. She plucked a red campion from near his shoulder and dragged it over his chest slowly.

"That tickles," he bit his lip.

"I know ..." she grinned mischievously. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Never," he took a deep breath and stretched luxuriously, "I reckon we're getting better at this shagging business."

"Shagging?" Hermione laughed. "That wasn't shagging. That was fucking, pure and simple."

Ron snorted. "I was trying to be polite."

"Polite is for when our clothes are on," she informed him, discarding the flower and flicking one of his nipples with her thumb. "And yes, we are definitely getting better at this fucking business. As we should be," she bent her head and ran her tongue over the nipple she'd just been flicking, "with all the fucking practice we had over the summer."

"Damn it, I love it when you talk that way," he sunk his hand into her hair and moaned softly when her teeth replaced her tongue.

"Prove it," she laughed.

"Give me about five more minutes, and I'll more than prove it," he growled, tangling their legs together and rolling her over him.

What a terrible place to stop the chapter! :-P

Keep an eye out for END and SUNDAY.