For Longer Than Forever: Ch. 15: Always His Girl
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As Hermione and Ron's wedding loomed nearer, their days became more hectic, and their only alone time was at night before they went to sleep, when they were too tired to say or do anything. Two days before their wedding, Hermione had worn her hair up, and that had started the whole thing.
They had just gotten into bed, and Hermione had forgotten to take out her hair tie. So she sat up and pulled it out, shaking her hair and laid back down, ready to go to sleep. Ron looked at her, and her hair, the way she had shaken it, had gone into the perfect position. It framed her face wonderfully, making her look like an angel, so beautiful and delicate. Ron sighed, causing Hermione to open her eyes and look at him. He looked perfectly content, so handsome. They both jumped at each other, sexually aroused, and began to kiss passionately, barely knowing what they were doing, fulfilling their needs. Ron was cradling Hermione's face in his hands. Hermione's hands drifted down to his bum as Ron's hands drifted down her neck. His hands lingered there for awhile then they moved to unbutton her shirt, as Ron slowly kissed down her neck to her collar bone, making her shiver with pleasure. She dragged his lips back to hers and her tongue asked for entry. He assented and his hands traveled up her back as their tongues entwined lovingly. He kept his hands on her back for awhile, just stroking her.
"Ron, move forward," Hermione said into his mouth. Ron moved his hands to her breasts and softly squeezed them. Hermione softly moaned and kissed him with even more passion, if that was possible. Ron broke the kiss and leaned over kissing Hermione's breast and lightly biting it then he gave the other the same treatment. Hermione moaned his name and at the same time their hands rushed to each other's waistbands. That was when Hermione came to her senses.
"Ron," she breathed. "We can't...I can't...Just 2 more nights."
Ron eyes widened at the realization of what just about happened. "Hermione, I am so sorry. I wasn't thinking...I just..."
"It's okay, Ron," She said, cutting him off. "I was more at fault than you were. I told you to move from your position, to move forward. I wasn't thinking either." She began to think of that not so far off night. "Just 2 nights away. Just 2 more nights until I, your girl, can be taken by you. Take me, to do what you want with me."
Ron smirked at the fact that Hermione, of all people, was thinking such dirty thoughts. He kissed her forehead and started to rebutton her shirt.
"You know, I've always been your girl. I was never Viktor's girl or Cormac's girl. I was always your girl. I've been your girl ever since that day I fell in love with your fiery red hair and beautiful blue eyes and your will to be somebody special. That made you special. That made you my man."
"And I've always been your man. Yours and no one else's. I was never Lavender's man. I fell in love with your wit and skill that day, your hair that glittered in the sunlight. You looked like an angel, and I wanted so badly to be your man, and I was never captivated by anyone else. It was always you."
Hermione kissed him on the cheek, and said, "So, you know that Ginny and Harry are going to make us follow that 24 hour rule."
"Yeah, I know. They're such prats," Ron said, rolling his eyes.
"She's probably going to come in here tomorrow morning and take me somewhere, and I won't get to see you all day," Hermione said, pouting. "I won't be able to sleep tomorrow night. I'll have dark circles under my eyes." She laughed. "But she probably knows some spell to fix that up."
"You know my sister. She knows every spell to fix every problem with make-up or hair, but you know she wouldn't use them on herself. Unless she was going out with Harry that is," Ron said, laughing.
Hermione just looked at him, smiling, but in a saddened way. Then, embraced him, wanting to spend every moment she could loving him before she had to leave him. One tear fell, and she held him tighter. They just laid there, holding each other, then Hermione laughed.
"What?" Ron said, confused. She then turned over, her back facing him.
"If you look at me, we'll kiss again."
He just wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body up against his, and left his hand draped over her waist. Before Hermione knew it, Ginny was waking her up.
"Come on, Hermione. You have to come with me until the wedding," Ginny urged her, pulling on her hand.
Hermione turned around and kissed Ron on the cheek, then whispered in his ear, "Ginny's come to get me. I love you." She started to walk away when Ron grabbed her hand.
"I love you too," She smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Bye."
Ginny grabbed her other hand, starting to drag her out, and said, "Come on, lovebird, let's go."
"So what did you have in mind for today?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"Whatever you want. It's your day, lovebird," Ginny said.
"Would you stop with the 'lovebird' stuff?" Hermione exclaimed, exasperated, although feeling that she could never get her mind off Ron, she would have a lot of fun with Ginny no matter what they did.
