"Ok, then, it's set. The flat it is. So, let's go there already!" Hermione yelled, excitedly.

"Yes, ma'am." Ron said as the two walked to the car.

"Can you drive any faster?" Hermione asked impatiently as Ron turned a corner near the flat.

"Hold on, we're almost there." Ron answered huskily, as Hermione continued kissing his neck up and down until he parked in the spot.

Hermione hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt, as did Ron, and raced him to the flat. Where, the couple soon began their escapade of violating one another until Ron stopped for air and to open the door.

"Ron, please…" Hermione half whimpered. "I need you."

"Not as much as I do you." Ron answered, crushing his lips against Hermione as they answered the cluttered flat and amazingly found their way to his room and now Hermione's without tripping, or leaving each other's lips for a mere millisecond.

"Gods, I love you, Mione." Ron whispered into her hair after locking the bedroom door.

"I love you. Oh, god, Ron, did I miss you!" Hermione yelled as she attacked Ron's lips, filling in all the passion and love she felt for him.

"You are amazing." Ron told her.

"Shut up and make love to me." Hermione said as she staring assaulting Ron's neck.

"Mmm, Mione." Ron moaned as he soon joined in on assaulting her neck and soon her chest.

Hermione lifted Ron's shirt up and over his head and began kissing a trail down his toned and tanned chest 'Oh, thank Merlin for Quidditch!' Hermione thought to herself. While Hermione was viciously trying to rip off his pant buckle, along with his pants, Ron had unbuttoned each and every button on her pale pink shirt and threw it somewhere in the abyss of his room. Hermione soon began kissing a new trail up his chest, along his jaw-line and back to his lips and slipping off her skirt as she did so. The two lost lovers were now in their underwear, snogging each other as if there were no tomorrow. Ron slipped his hand into her Hermione's knickers, causing a soft gasp to escape her mouth. Leaving small love bites across his neck, Hermione began working her own handy magic on Ron.

"I love you, Mione. My Mione." Ron groaned.

"I've always been yours." Hermione panted as Ron slipped off her knickers, just as she was about to explode.

"Ron, please." Hermione sighed.

"Alright." Ron answered as he bit Hermione's neck and unclasping her bra. Throwing the bra somewhere on the other side of the room, Ron lowered himself to her breasts.

"Oh, Ron." Hermione whispered as she helped Ron out of his boxers.

"Are you sure?" Ron asked.

"Ron, it's not like it's our first time." She laughed. "So, yes, I'm sure." She smiled.

After only having to hear the three little letters as a 'yes', Ron slipped inside Hermione, causing a slight moan and gasp from Hermione and a grunt of pleasure from Ron.

"It sure has been a while." Hermione said, trying to lighten up the fact that it hurt just a bit.

"Yeah, it has. Now, no more talk. Just us. Ok?"

"Ok." Hermione answered, looking into Ron's eyes as he continued moving within her. Ron's eyes shut soon after, for all he felt was pleasure and love.

"Oh, Mione." Ron moaned.

With each thrust, Hermione was getting closer and closer to edge. Soon, after this pleasurable torture, Hermione indeeed lost control, taking Ron with her seconds after.

"Ron?" Hermione asked about 10 minutes after they had finished.

"Hmm?" Ron answered back.

"Did you miss me?"

"Every second I was without you." Ron simply answered.

'Good.' Hermione thought to herself before she fell into a deep sleep in her lover's arms.

&&&&

Ron woke the next morning noticing two things. One, he was naked in his bed and two, Hermione was next to him. Suddenly images from the night before appeared in his mind and a broad smile plastered itself to his face. Softly kissing Hermione on the forehead, Ron threw on a pair of boxers and tip-toed out of the room, not wanting to wake Hermione.

As he sat in the kitchen thinking of what to prepare for breakfast, a thought came to his mind as he grabbed the ingrediants for pancakes and two pop tarts for himself.

"Morning, mate." Harry said to his friend as he plopped himself down at one of the seats.

"Hey, Harry. What's up?"

"Eh, not much. Are you making pancakes?" Harry asked a bit surprised.

"Yeah, I thought some breakfast in bed would be nice for Mione."

"Oh, that was you two making all that noise last night?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Haha, Potter. You're one to talk."

"Hey, I'm just glad that after seven years, my two best mates are together and gettin' some." Harry joked.

"Shut up, Harry." Ron told him as he started mixing and making Hermione's pancakes.

After finishing breakfast, Ron put the pancakes on a plate, grabbed a knife and fork, some surup and all the other essentials for eating breakfast and took them into his room.

Hermione woke to the sweet smell of pancakes as she rose from her spot on Ron's bed.

"I was wondering where you went." Hermione started. "I woke up and went to hold you, and you weren't there. For a minute I was thinking you ran off." Hermione joked.

"No, love. Just making you some breakfast."

"Did you eat?"

"Yeah, some poptarts."

"Ha." Hermione laughed. "Here, have a bit of my pancakes you made me. I'm sure you're actually starving."

"You know me all too well, Granger. But, I made those for you. And you will eat them."

"What about the surup after?" Hermione smirked.

"We'll save that for later... better yet, we'll just go buy ice cream sundae ingrediants for tonight."

"Oh, that sounds like a plan."

"Mione, if you don't mind me asking, what got you to change your mind yesterday? I mean, first we were arguing, then we were speaking again, and then had sex. Really, what's going on?"

"Mm." Hermione started as she gulped some of her milk. "I hadn't taken my pills yet yesterday morning."

"Pills?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, it's fine, Ron. They just help me keep my life in order and keep me from hallucinating, like I had. I also had just started my birth control pills, which made it a bit worse."

"Oh...but, wait... birth control isn't effective until about a month, Mione." Ron said, worried.

"Yeah, I know." Hermione answered until her eyes grew wide. "Wait! That means that I could be..."

"Yeah."

"But, I won't... we won't know for sure until a few weeks, maybe a month." Hermione reassured herself more than Ron.