A/N Hi all! Thanks again to everyone who's read/ favourited the story, really means a lot. Apologies in advance for some of the cringey stuff in this chapter, I honestly never knew I had it in me! haha

Warning! There is mature content in this chapter so don't carry on if you're too young!

Testing the Bed

The hotel room was amazing. Ron couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the huge double bed placed in the middle of a large room that had a large window on one wall with a brilliant view out to the city. Even the bathroom looked pretty luxurious compared to his standards.

"Wow, this is fantastic Hermione! Nice work love," Ron said as he dived onto the bed to test its bounciness. "Good bed too!" He shouted over to her.

"Honestly Ron, you're mental," said Hermione rolling her eyes at him. "I'm going to freshen up, I'll be out in a minute," she said, picking up her rucksack and strolling into the bathroom.

Ron lay back on the bed and looked around the room. His eyes fell on the black screen opposite the bed. He had heard about these things from Dean Thomas, his old roommate at Hogwarts. It was called a TJ or something like that and you could watch people talking or fighting on it. Dean had said that you could even watch people having sex! 'Brilliant' he thought, 'wonder how it works.'

He went over to the TJ to see if there were any instructions on how to work it but all he saw was a long black thing with buttons all over it. He noticed one big button on the TJ so he pressed it and was immediately satisfied as colours appeared on the screen. Smiling at his own genius he went back over to the bed and settled down to see what was happening.

He heard the bathroom door burst open and saw Hermione come out, bag in hand and wearing a pair of loose, red shorts and a white t-shirt which he realised (with a sudden jolt to his lower regions) had no bra underneath and he had a plain view of her nipples through the fabric. Her hair was tied in a loose bun on top of her head with a few strands falling onto her face. She looked absolutely gorgeous and Ron couldn't help but be terrified at the thought of being so close to her all night. He didn't know how he could control himself if they were alone, sharing a bed and she looked like that.

"Is something wrong?" Hermione said looking worried.

"Uh, what? No, nothing's wrong," he replied, ears burning.

"So why were you staring at me? Do I have toothpaste on my face or something?"

"I- what? You don't have toothpaste…um…I w-wasn't staring," he trailed off lamely, staring at the floor and feeling his face burn up.

She laughed and climbed up onto the bed beside him, "it's ok Ron, I don't mind you staring at me, it's flattering really," she smiled up at him through her lashes and his heart melted.

"Ha, sorry. I can't help it, you just look so, um, nice," he replied to her. 'Holy shit, why did I just say that?' he thought. 'Nice? Am I mental? That's the understatement of the century!'

She moved so that she was leaning against his chest and he put his arm round her shoulder, not quite believing his luck after coming out with that rubbish.

"What's on?" She asked, gesturing to the TJ.

"Not a clue, but I think I quite fancy getting one of these TJ's you know. Dean told me about some of the wicked stuff you can watch on it."

"Ron, what did you just call it?!" She asked, turning to face him with a huge grin on her face. "A TJ?!" She was laughing hysterically now. He felt like a prat.

"Emm, is that not what it's called then?" His ears were burning again, bloody hell, why did that keep happening?

"It's a TV! Aww Ron, that's sweet," Hermione choked out between giggles.

"Well how the bloody hell am I meant to know? I don't know these daft muggles things do I?" He said, climbing off the bed and grabbing his rucksack. "I'm going to get changed," and he stormed into the bathroom.

Once inside he quickly pulled on his shorts, brushed his teeth and sat down on the edge of the bath with his head in his hands. He was so annoyed at himself. 'Why do I always have to ruin it?! He thought 'what the fuck did I just give her such a hard time for? Over a bloody TV! I bet she hates me now! This was meant to be our chance for some quality alone time and I have to go and bloody wreck it within half an hour.'

Pulling himself together, he grabbed his things and walked back out the door to face whatever was waiting for him on the other side. He chanced a glance over to Hermione; she was still sitting on the bed, staring at the TV and looking like she was close to tears. Damn, he'd upset her.

"Uh Hermione?" He started. She didn't turn round but gave a feeble nod of the head to show she was listening. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you. I don't even know why I did. I just felt like a prat when you were laughing at me and well, now you probably think I'm a prat for shouting. Fuck. I really am sorry. I don't blame you if you want me to go straight back home." He said, looking at her the whole time. She still hadn't turned round so he picked up his bag and headed for the door. "Right, I get it. I'll just go." He turned to leave and then heard her gasp behind him.

"What are you doing? Don't be so ridiculous Ron. Of course I don't want you to go!" Hermione said, her voice an octave higher than usual. "Look, I'm sorry if you thought I was making fun of you but I was only having a laugh! Don't leave me again Ron." She said, losing control as tears started spilling over onto her cheeks.

"Aw shit," said Ron, dropping the bag and running over to the bed and pulling her into his arms. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. I over-reacted. Please don't cry sweetheart." He kissed the top of her head and stoked her back cursing at himself for being such an idiot.

"I just c-couldn't bare it if you l-left me Ron, not after l-last t-time." She was shaking against him as tears cascaded down her face and made the skin of his chest wet.

Then it hit him a like a dead weight, the reason she was so upset over the thought of him leaving. He'd hurt her so much when he left the tent during that argument so many months before. He hadn't realised until now how hard it must have been for her and he felt like the world's biggest arse for making her feel like that. And then he'd gone and brought it all up again just now by threatening to leave.

"Listen Hermione, I'm so sorry for leaving back then. I was a prat and I didn't think about how it would make you feel. I wish so much that I could change what I did but I can't. Just believe me when I say that I will never leave you again. I promise." He pulled her face up to meet his and wiped the tears away from her face. She seemed to be regaining control and the tears were stopping. That had to be a good sign. Then as he looked directly into the big brown eyes of the sweetest, kindest girl he'd ever met, he said something that he definitely never imagined would come out his mouth on that night, "I love you Hermione."

She abruptly stopped crying at his words and smiled. "You've never said that before. Do you mean it?" She asked, looking straight into his eyes.

"Of course I do love. I've known it for a long time," he replied tucking a loose curl of her hair behind her ear. He knew he meant it too, it had always been her, since that first day on the Hogwarts express she had been the only girl in his world. The one that drove him mental, that infuriated and angered him beyond anyone else but who also made him feel like the only guy in the room, she could melt his heart with one little smile and make him horny as fuck with a simple lick of her lips. She was without a doubt the only girl for him and he had finally realised it.

"Oh Ron, I love you too!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms round his neck and locking her lips onto his with such force that he lost balance and was thrown back onto the bed with her on top of him.

The abruptness threw him off for a second but not wanting to waste any more time he grabbed her waist and deepened the kiss with his tongue, exploring each other's mouths as he ran his large hands up and down her sides until they landed on the skin just below the bottom of her shorts.

She was tugging her hands through his hair and was planting kisses along his jaw and down to his chest. His erection was embarrassingly tenting his shorts and as she was straddling his hips, it wasn't exactly helping the situation. He knew she must be able to feel it through the thin fabric they were each wearing but it didn't seem to faze her in the slightest. On the contrary she was moving her hips against him in such a fashion that the friction was soon going to send him over the edge.

To avoid any awkward situations like that he pulled her over so she was on her back and he was leaning over her. She looked surprised at the abrupt change and was looking up at him with big eyes, her chest heaving because she was out of breath. Her top had hitched up to her belly button to reveal the soft, smooth skin underneath. Ron leant down to pull the band out of her hair so that it fell to fan out around her head. He placed his hand on the skin of her stomach and bent down to nuzzle his nose in her hair, smelling the familiar smells he always associated with Hermione; Mint, chocolate and washing powder. "Mmm, so beautiful," he whispered into her ear making her shiver slightly.

"Can I do something for you?" He asked, sounding a lot more confident than he felt.

"Do what?" She asked breathlessly and looking surprised at his question.

"Do you trust me?" Asked Ron leaning down to kiss her lightly on the lips which were still red and swollen looking from their earlier snogging session.

"Y-yes," she said looking a little taken aback. "Of course I do," she whispered, stroking her hand down his cheek and causing his eyelids to flutter closed.

"Well lie back," he said, gently pushing her head onto the pillow, "and relax sweetheart. I want to make you feel good."

He didn't have much of a clue about what he planned to do but he'd had 5 older brothers to teach him how to pleasure a girl and he wasn't a Weasley for nothing, so he leaned down and placed his lips on her stomach.

Slowly he trailed soft kisses up her skin until he reached the edge of her t-shirt that was now sitting just below her breasts. He began to lift the top off and when she didn't object but lifted her arms up, he slid it over her head and looked down at her body.

"Wow," he said, looking at her large breasts heaving and licking his lips unconsciously.

She was blushing at the way he was staring at her. "Ron, what are you – oh! – mmm, yesss," she hissed as his mouth made contact with her nipple and he began flicking his tongue across it.

Ron was in heaven, surely there was nothing better than sucking on Hermione Granger's nipple as she groaned and tugged at his hair. He was placing wet kisses all round her breast and then moved onto the other, taking the other nipple into his mouth as his hand fondled the one his mouth had left behind.

He was moving his hand lower, running it over the smooth skin of her lower abdomen until his fingers came to the waistband of her shorts. In a moment of nerve that he never thought he had, he pushed his hand into her shorts and found the soft curls that were there. He wasn't sure she'd even realised where his hand had gone, she was still moaning at the movements his mouth was making, but when she bucked her hips up into his hand he took the plunge and ran a finger along the soft, already wet, flesh that was there. She gasped and opened her eyes to look at him.

"I-is this ok?" He asked her, suddenly worried that he'd done the wrong thing.

"God, yes," she gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.

He was so aroused by her that he didn't know how he held it together. The fact that prim and proper Hermione was totally coming undone at his touch was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. She was like an animal, the way she growled at him as he stroked her wet folds with two fingers.

He pulled her shorts all the way off to get a better view of what he was doing.

"Mm – Ron, don't stop!" Hermione cried out as his hands and mouth had now completely left her body in the process of removing her shorts.

"Shit, sorry darling," said Ron and he clambered back over her until their mouths were level. "You're so fucking sexy like this," he growled and he kissed her passionately before inserting a thick finger straight into her folds so that she hissed against his mouth and bucked her hips.

Ron was slowly moving his finger in and out as she gasped and moaned his name over and over. He knew there was a bit on a girl that he was meant to rub, or at least that was what George and Charlie had told him, so he searched with his thumb until he hit a bundle of nerves and earned a particularly loud moan from Hermione. He smiled at himself and felt a surge of pride that he was the only person to have ever made her feel like this. She was making these noises for him and his confidence soared at the thought.

He was slowly circling his thumb while thrusting his fingers in and out of her and she was gradually getting louder and becoming wilder. He began to move his head down her body, trailing kisses as he went until his head was level with his hand. He could smell her juices and was intensely tempted to taste them. Acting on impulse he dipped his head down and let his tongue touch the spot that his thumb was working. He gave it a flick and heard the loud gasp coming from Hermione as she realised what he was doing.

"Oh god Ron, yesss, keep doing that please…" said Hermione, her voice trembling with the pleasure that was coursing through her body.

Ron continued to suck and lick her clitoris while thrusting his fingers into her at a steady pace until she was screaming his name. Her knees clamped round his ears so that he was held in place and could do nothing but continue what he was doing and hope to god that she would release him before he ran out of breath and died. 'What a bloody brilliant way to die though' he thought.

Her hips were bucking erratically into his face, her fists were clenched into the bed sheets and her moans were becoming louder and louder until she screamed her loudest yet and finally relaxed her muscles around him.

Ron lapped up all the remaining juices she had to offer and moved back up beside her head.

"Wow, I don't want to know how you learned to do that but it was amazing," Hermione said patting the side of his face affectionately.

"Haha, believe me love, I didn't have a bloody clue what I was doing. But seriously, seeing you like that is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," he said pulling her into his chest under the covers.

She laughed, too tired to speak and snuggled up to him, her hair tickling his chin. Ron felt unbelievably lucky and with all worries about the Granger's forgotten, he drifted off into the most peaceful sleep he'd had since he returned from the battle of Hogwarts.

A/N: So there you go! Hope you enjoyed it and leave me a review please :)