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A/N: Well, hello again! I wrote this little drabble called "Find Me Under The Waterfall" and felt inspired to figure out where these two characters went next in this muggle universe. So, here comes me with a new multi-chapter that will hopefully fill your hearts with joy. A good portion of this first chapter comes straight from the drabble.

Thank you so much to my fabulous beta team for always being the best cheer readers: accio-broom, adenei, be11atrixthestrange, and sm_jl. Go check out their fics because they are all very talented writers!


Find Me Under the Waterfall

Chapter One

Hermione the Travel Writer


Hermione Granger loves traveling.

At the beginning of her career, she never fathomed that she could get the chance to write for a reputable publication, much less write on-the-go.

Now, she's explored four different continents, countless countries, and several luxury resorts, similar in style and grandeur to her current location: the Pura Vida Resort & Spa.

The Pura Vida Resort is located in Papagayo, a peninsula on the north Pacific coast of Costa Rica. The island is known for its clear blue waters, sun-drenched beaches, and plenty of nature offerings. The local Papagayo government mandates that at least seventy percent of the land will remain protected to preserve its natural beauty, much to Hermione's pleasure. Although Hermione travels to many tourist destinations, she doesn't feel like this one is overrun by them.

Hermione enters the thatched-roof lobby of the hotel, gazing wondrously around the open, roomy space. The marble floor is cool in tone, pairing well with the vibrant patterned armchairs and sofas that fill the room, waiting to welcome its guests. There is a long reception desk near the back of the lobby, and Hermione heads in that direction with her suitcase in tow.

Due to the amount of travel that Hermione has already done this year alone, her publication splurged for her to stay in the Club Presidential Suite, one of the top rooms at the resort. After checking in, she follows the concierge outside through a lush, tropical garden and over to a quieter part of the resort. The concierge opens the door with a key card and welcomes her inside the little bungalow she will be living in for the next week.

Hermione gasps out loud, immediately enraptured by the spacious living area with a large king-size wooden canopy bed in the middle of the room, a pale gray sofa, and two armchairs with a small wicker table in between. She appreciates the soothing neutral paint colors and leaf-inspired artwork that hangs on the walls. There is also a fully-stocked mini-bar filled with various soft drinks, bottled water, and island-made wine.

The living area is separated from another space by a lattice-covered wooden sliding door, which she opens to discover a decently-sized bathroom with a large vanity and a white ceramic vessel sink. The toilet vestibule sits in the corner of the room, right next to an open walk-in shower with a rainforest showerhead.

Hermione heads back through the main sitting area to the glass sliding door on the other side, revealing a spacious terrace with a whirlpool tub and a breath-taking view overlooking the oceanfront. She inhales deeply, taking in the earthy, floral scent that mixes in with the salty breeze that blows through her bushy curls.

Hermione steps back inside her room and flops onto her plush bed, feeling the smooth, white satin-covered sheets. She closes her eyes and exhales, content with taking a few moments for relaxation, already extremely jet-lagged from the long flight over from her home in England.

She has a feeling it will be a splendid week.


The clear, tropical blue water thunders down a cascading waterfall, swishing loudly over the rocks below. Hermione gasps in astonishment as she takes in the lush scenery, entranced by the water plummeting around forest-green plants that are growing nearby. The natural hot springs provide a drizzling spray that dazzles Hermione as she blissfully watches from the thermal pool.

The resort has many swimming areas on property, but this particular one caught her eye straight away upon arrival, and she just had to get a closer look at the architectural water fountain that serves as a focal point of the pool.

Costa Rica is an absolute paradise.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Hermione jumps and turns swiftly, hearing the sound of the water sloshing around her as she moves.

Oh goodness.

The person behind the voice has to be one of the most handsome men she has ever seen. She isn't usually attracted to red hair, but his hair matches so perfectly with his ocean blue eyes, making her heartbeat go aflutter. The man grins from ear to ear, and she is comforted by his friendly persona. She can't help but let her gaze travel down to his bare chest that, although pale and freckly, is quite toned. Little droplets of water are speckled about his shoulders, adding an extra shimmer to his form.

"Oh, hi." Really Hermione? That's the best response you can come up with?

The man chuckles. "M'sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."

He is British, too, she surmises from his accent, and a roll of pleasure ripples down her spine.

"Oh, no, you didn't." Hermione is quick to clarify. "I just wasn't expecting anyone else, that's all. It's fairly early in the morning, still."

"Best time to go to the pool, in my opinion. Before the crowd arrives." He sends her a wink that jostles the butterflies in her stomach.

"Agreed!" She giggles before letting out a deep sigh and relaxing her head back. Her brown curls float in the water around her. "Gosh...it's absolutely stunning here!"

"What brings you to the resort?" He inquires as he glides horizontally through the water, his hands extending forward, kicking his feet behind him.

Despite being in a heated pool, Hermione can't help the shiver that runs through her from his close proximity. "Well, I'm a travel writer. Right now, I get sent to resort destinations all around the world to review them — and this particular resort is absolutely stunning."

He nods, squinting his eyes up to take in the view of the spouting water. "It really is. So…" His eyes shift back towards her, "...you're here alone, then?"

Hermione feels the corner of her lip twitch — he isn't subtle, but her excitement surges. "Yes. What about you?"

"Same." He looks quite pleased by her response, and she finds herself unable to look away from his endearing gaze. "Actually, it's interesting that you say you're a travel writer because I kind of am, too. Instead of capturing the experience, I'm here for the food."

Hermione raises her eyebrows. She hardly knows this man, but reporting on food seems to fit his personality well. "And what is your impression so far?"

"I only just arrived yesterday, but so far, everything has been...divine." Hermione doesn't miss the twinkle in his eyes, and a rush of heat fills her body in a way that is most assuredly not from the thermal pool she is submerged in.

"What a coincidence," Hermione hums, skimming the palms of her hands along the surface of the warm water, causing circular ripples to fan out around her. "I arrived yesterday, too."

When she glances back up at the beautiful stranger, his eyes are watching the movements her hands are making in the water. His cheeks grow pink, realizing that she caught him staring.

"Really? Well, we could probably work together, then...if you wanted to," he adds at the end, and Hermione finds it adorable to see the blush creep over his cheek again.

The steam is rising from the depths of the water, creating a foggy mist around their bodies. The man wades towards her now, causing the water to undulate between them.

Once he is almost an arm's length away, he stops and holds out his hand. "I'm Ron...Ron Weasley."

Hermione takes his hand, releasing a sharp inhale as their fingertips brush together. "Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure."

Ron throws her a lopsided grin but doesn't release her hand. Instead, he intertwines their fingers together, watching as their joined hands bob up and down in the flowy pool. "So, Hermione Granger, have you ever swum underneath a waterfall?"

Breathlessly, she whispers, "Can't say I have."

Ron drops her hand suddenly, moving to float on his back. He kicks his feet with a splash towards the watery cascade.

"Catch me if you can!"

Hermione lets out a boisterous laugh as Ron disappears beneath the tumbling stream. She pushes aside her nerves, summons her courage, and swims under the water source, letting the cool liquid shower down on her head. It is like endless rain, she thinks, as she closes her eyes.

After taking a moment to relish in her relaxation, she places her palms on her face to push back the tendrils of wet hair stuck to her skin before opening her eyes to find Ron directly in front of her. He gazes at her with an unreadable expression on his face, although Hermione hopes it's a look of longing.

"I found you," she dares to whisper, barely heard over the rushing sound of water.

"It's fascinating to see the waterfall up close, isn't it?" Ron asks, his voice hoarse.

"Y-yeah." Hermione's body trembles as he inches closer to her. His fingers are a gentle graze on her bare arms.

"Hermione…" He speaks her name so sweetly through a heavy breath, "can I…"

"Yes." She hurries her reply, an answer she is able to give without requiring a second thought. That seems to be all the reassurance he needs before bending his head low to kiss her soundly on the lips.

A wave of pleasure instantly shoots through her body. She can feel Ron grin against her mouth, opening his own in order to deepen the kiss. His tongue plunges into her mouth with a similar force as the water that plunges down on top of their heads. Hermione moans at what she considers to be an embarrassingly loud volume as she clutches his shoulders, feeling blind with the desire to be as close as possible to him. She never wants the euphoric sensation to end.

Hermione releases a small whimper from the back of her throat as Ron's hands start to move, wrapping around her backside — his fingers are now playing with the ties on her maroon-colored bathing costume.

"More," she encourages him.

Ron breathes against her lips, "Yeah?"

"More."

"Fuck," he curses, effectively releasing the ties with one pull. The ties hang loose by her side, exposing her bare back.

Hermione curves her hands around Ron's neck, jumping up so that her legs are wrapped around his waist, pressing into a part of his body that is hard for her.

Ron lets out a noisy groan as she presses her breasts against his chest. He kisses her with increasing urgency, one hand sliding down to cup her bum while the other sneaks underneath her top. His thumb reaches the curve of her breast when a loud commotion breaks them from their stupor.

"Perhaps we should…"

"Yeah…"

They're so engrossed in each other that they don't realize that more vacationers have begun to descend on the pool area for a day of relaxing. Hermione quickly unravels her legs from around Ron before repositioning her top as modestly as she could. They move through the water so that they are no longer under the direct hit of the falling stream and instead let their backs rest against the rocks lining the sides of the pool.

Ron bites his lip as he meets her lust-filled eyes, appearing to hold back a chuckle. "That was...I mean...wow."

Hermione giggles at his flustered words.

"I think we've gone about this a bit backwards, but...would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Ron asks, looking hopeful.

Hermione can barely suppress a smile, overflowing with happiness. "I'd be delighted to."

"Brilliant!" Ron gestures towards the swim-up bar that was just opening, "Fancy a drink?"

As they swim together towards the bar, Hermione makes a mental note to write a rave review about this very lovely waterfall pool.


"What'll you have?"

"A Piña Colada, please," Hermione answers the bartender, sitting on one of the many stools surrounding the oval-shaped bar.

Ron joins her, nodding his head. "Make that two."

Hermione regards him with mild surprise. "Interesting choice."

"Hey, I've gotta see what all the fuss is about, don't I?" Ron smirks. "I am the food and drink blogger, after all."

"Very true."

Hermione rests her elbows on the cool, textured tile, aware of the water that splashes around her bare midsection. She suddenly feels very exposed in just her bathing suit, given the thick tension hanging in the air from their unexpected encounter just moments ago.

Ron must feel it, too, as he turns to face her. "So listen, about back there, I'm not usually that forward—"

"Me neither," Hermione blurts out, biting her lip at her inability to control her babble. "But, I suppose it's all part of the magic of this place, isn't it?"

Ron flashes her a grin. "Truly paradise. How long are you here for?"

"Until next Saturday. You?"

"Well, what a coincidence," he smiles even wider, his words mirroring her own from earlier, "So am I."

"Here you go. Two Piña Coladas." The bartender places two tulip-shaped glasses in front of them, filled with an iced, rum-based cocktail, served with a pineapple wedge on the rim of the glass.

"Well, Hermione. Cheers to a beautiful week!" Ron holds up his glass and she follows, clinking them together.

Hermione takes a sip from her fruity concoction, finding the mixture of pineapple and coconut flavors to be delightful.

"I have a feeling it will be."