A Little Less Conversation

By Still Stargirl

Author's note: Sorry for the delay in updating! But it's here—a chapter where Ron and Hermione finally stop tiptoeing around the inevitable. It begins with the morning after, again, then transitions into Hermione's point of view from the night before. Harry and Ginny have their point of view from the night before, as well. Thanks for all the great reviews! I blame any lameness in this chapter on the fact that this is my first M-rated fic. Continue telling me what you think! Enjoy!

Chapter Three: A little less conversation

"Hermione?" Ron cleared his throat, in an attempt to get her attention. She can't possibly think that I coerced her to do anything now.

Hermione hadn't said a word since Ron finished explaining what he remembered from the previous night. A characteristic look of great concentration seemed to have permanently settled on her face. Her brow was furrowed and she kept coiling and uncoiling the same curl around her finger. Suddenly, a smile eased its way across her lips.

"Hermione?" Ron repeated, squeezing her hand.

Slowly, she turned to her boyfriend and said, "It's funny—"

"What is?" She has that satisfied, yet cryptic look on her face. That look typically means she'll run off to do something and won't tell anyone what she's just realized or what she's doing. Fantastic.

"—well, coincidental, really. It seems that my clearest recollections of last night's events pick up right where yours left off."

Ron heaved a sigh of relief. "Then, by all means, Miss Granger! Proceed!"

—

Once inside Ron's locked room, the couple stood a foot away from each other. The gravity of the situation had a little bit of sobering effect on them. (But not much, really.) For years, they carefully constructed an unbreakable friendship, which inevitably developed into something more. They had been through everything and knew each other on every level except in the very physically intimate sense.

They stared at each other for several long moments. An unspoken understanding passed between them. Hermione was the first to move. She stepped toward Ron, tiptoed and pressed a reassuring kiss on his lips.

Ron fiddled with his tie. He took a deep breath and placed his hands on her waist. "We need water."

"Good idea." Hermione grabbed her wand from a garter she wore underneath her dress and conjured a jug of water and two cups on Ron's nightstand. "Maybe we should sit."

Hermione kicked her stilettos off, flexing her toes. She slid onto Ron's bed, sitting cross-legged. Ron removed his shoes and socks, sitting beside her.

"Right! 'Course!" Ron shakily poured water into the two cups, spilling a bit on himself. His laugh came out as a nervous bark.

They sipped their water in an incredibly awkward silence. Tossing their cups onto his nightstand again, they sighed simultaneously. The water hadn't helped much. Though they no longer were slurring their speech, they were still flushed from the Firewhisky. However, their drunken stupor had improved to merely a drunken haze.

Hermione turned sideways and draped her legs across Ron's. He scooped her into his arms so that she was sitting sideways in his lap. She looped her arms around his neck as he secured his arms around her waist. She rested her head on his shoulder and he kissed her forehead. Slowly, he kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, and her nose. She huffed impatiently and grabbed his face to kiss him properly.

He broke the kiss, laughing against her neck, "Patience is a virtue that you have yet to master, Hermione." He kissed up the column of her neck, causing her to sigh.

She rolled her eyes, "Please, Ron. I waited for you for roughly six years. That is the epitome of patience."

"You've got a point—oh…"

Hermione nibbled his earlobe, making Ron lose the ability to speak coherently. She dragged her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, biting his lip in appreciation. She smirked, kissing beside his mouth. He turned a centimeter and caught her lips with his. They kissed deeply, mouths and tongues unhurriedly meeting. He massaged her bare shoulders.

As they were catching their breath, Ron commented, "Sitting sideways can't possibly be comfortable."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "What are you suggesting?"

Ron spread Hermione's legs and lifted her so that she could reposition herself; she was straddling him. She swallowed thickly, reveling in the feel of his hardness between her legs. His hands slid down to her butt, which he playfully spanked. Slowly, she rocked against his erection, causing both of them to moan. She clutched his hair in her fists, kissing his neck. He kissed her collarbone, down the neckline of her halter dress. He kissed between her breasts, his tongue flicking right above her bra. She gasped and pushed him lightly.

He jerked back, "Sor—"

She shook her head, "Don't apologize. I just—" She struggled for words and tugged on his tie.

"Should I—"

"Take it off?" She didn't wait for a response before nodding enthusiastically.

He fumbled with his tie, but he managed to untie it and toss it on the floor. He started to unbutton his shirt, but she pushed his hands aside. "Let me."

She scooted back on his legs and unbuckled his belt. She threw it on the floor, beside his tie. He inhaled sharply as she pulled his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it, kissing every newly exposed part of his torso. He shrugged his shirt off eagerly, flinging it so it landed on his desk.

Hermione ran her hands down Ron's bare arms, memorizing the way his muscles tightened under her touch. She massaged his shoulders and lightly raked her nails across his back. She pushed him onto the bed. She kissed his chest, her tongue flicking across his nipples. She left a trail of wet kisses down his torso, until she reached his navel.

Ron gasped, "This is hardly fair." He swallowed, attempting to regain his composure. "I'm half-naked and you're still fully clothed."

Suddenly, he flipped her on her back and gently sat her up. He moved off of her and sat beside her. She lifted her hair off neck, giving him access to where her halter dress tied. He untied it, the straps sliding down her shoulders. She stood, letting the dress drop to the floor.

His eyes bulged as he gave her an appreciative once-over. "Blimey, love—black knickers!" He openly admired his girlfriend who was clad in only a black strapless bra and matching silk panties.

She smiled shyly, "I was wearing a black cotton dress, so my white knickers would've shown through." She stood between his legs as he continued to stare, still in awe. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his thighs. "Now I'm down to my knickers and you still have pants on."

"Why, Hermione. If you just wanted to get in my pants, all you had to do was ask. There's no sense in being coy about it." He winked.

She rolled her eyes as he stood up. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, which pooled at his feet. It was her turn to gawk at him.

"What?"

"It's just—it seems so—" Her stare was fixed on his crotch, covered in only Chudley Cannons boxer briefs.

"I know it's silly to have boxer briefs with my favorite Quidditch team on them. But really, I'm their biggest fan."

"That's not the only big thing." She snickered.

Ron spluttered in shock, "Hermione! You just made a dirty joke!" He added, "And a really terrible one at that."

She ignored his last comment. "Then again, I haven't seen it yet—"

He blushed furiously, then declared determinedly, "Enough talking."

Ron took Hermione by the waist and hoisted her onto his waist, her legs wrapped around him. He pinned her against the wall, grinding against her as they frantically kissed. She used his muscular arms for leverage, clutching at him. He cupped her breasts in his hands, kneading them. She tore her mouth away from his. Their breathing was ragged and their lips were swollen. Ron moved toward his bed. Hermione leaned back, causing them to topple in a heap. They laughed, crawling over each other, jokingly fighting over the blankets.

"Turn over." He said as she cuddled with him.

She raised her eyebrows, but complied and flipped onto her stomach. He moved the blankets so that only her legs were covered. He sat beside her and began massaging her shoulders, working his hands down her back. He kissed a trail down her spine, leaving goose bumps in his wake.

"Mmm…" Hermione sighed, closing her eyes.

Minutes later, Ron noticed that Hermione's breathing had gotten heavy. "Hermione?"

"Yeah?" She mumbled groggily.

"Nothing, love." He crawled under the covers next to her.

Ron threw his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Hermione turned to face him and kissed his shoulder. She looped one arm around his neck and rested the other across his chest. He kissed her temple, rubbing her back. Their legs entwined as he tucked the blankets around them.

—

Harry and Ginny were incredibly tired. After chasing each other around the garden, they spent the rest of the night on the dance floor. Unlike Ron and Hermione, they could handle their liquor and weren't still drunk. Plus, they'd also eaten after the Firewhisky game, which had helped considerably. After Ginny complained that she couldn't dance in her high heels anymore, they decided to retreat inside.

On their way up the rickety staircase to Ginny's room, Harry glanced at Ron's room. "D'ya think they—"

"No!" Ginny shook her head vehemently. "I bet if we peek in, we'll find that they fell asleep while reading Hogwarts, a History."

Ginny reached for the doorknob. She tried turning it, but found it was locked. She pantomimed gagging.

Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled his wand out from his jacket pocket. "Alohamora."

The door clicked open. They glanced at each other.

"This is a really barmy idea." He added, "And this situation has the potential to be incredibly awkward."

She shrugged, "We might as well. Why waste a perfectly good alohamora charm?"

He sighed resignedly. "I suppose."

They tiptoed into Ron's bedroom and evaluated the scene. Moonlight was pouring in through Ron's dingy windows. Clothes were discarded on the floor and on Ron's desk. Ron and Hermione were content and asleep. In fact, both were snoring. Scantily clad, but still with their underwear on, it seemed.

"Can we go now? What if they wake up?" Harry hissed, tugging on Ginny's hand.

"Harry Potter. You're the Boy Who Lived...multiple times. You've very recently vanquished Voldemort. And yet, you're scared of my brother and his girlfriend—"

"They're both our friends!"

"—waking up to find us in here?" Ginny sniffed disdainfully. "You are one sad wizard."

Suddenly, Ginny's eyes lit up.

"Oh no. I know that look. That's the look Fred and George always had whenever they were scheming…" Harry groaned.

"I have a brilliant idea." Ginny smirked evilly.

"Really? Tell me." Harry said in a tone that indicated he wanted her to do the opposite.

"We should vanish their clothes! Knowing their lightweight arses, neither will remember what happened! It'll be hilarious!" Ginny rubbed her hands together deviously.

Harry gave her a withering glare, "Don't be ridiculous, Ginny. They'll figure out we vanished their clothes." He shook his head, "Personally, I don't want to invoke the wrath of Hermione. She'd probably die of embarrassment. And Ron—well, I can run faster than he can, so I'd be fine on that front, but—"

Before Harry could go on, Ginny pointed her wand at their friends' clothes and silently vanished the clothes. Harry yanked Ginny out of the room, hastily locking the door behind them.

Author's note: That was unexpected, wasn't it? Haha. Please review! Thank you!