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Chapter 12

I finally found all my clothes but knowing there was not enough time to get them all on, opted for putting jeans on without any nickers and throwing my shirt on before my bra.

"Quick, give me those," a half dressed Ron said before taking my underwear and jamming them in one of his clothes draws before quickly moving to the door and yanking it open.

When Ron turned back around I was shoving a new shirt in his hand and he just pulled it over his head when his father stepped into the doorway.

"Ron what are you doing?" he asked looking straight past him and into the room.

"I spilt my drink on my top and was just changing into a fresh one," Ron impressively made up on the spot.

"It was so bad you had to come up here and change?" asked a curious Mr. Weasley

"I left my wand up here so I figured I may as well just change into a new one."

"Right, well, I came up here looking for Ginny, have you seen her?"

"Her and Harry went for a walk outside, she was a bit upset and you know how she is, she doesn't like anyone seeing her that way."

"Yes, you're right. " Mr. Weasley said, all the while still glancing around Ron's bedroom.

"Okay, bye Dad." Ron said very quickly, clearly trying to get his father to leave as soon as possible.

"Wait," he said before he turned to leave, "Are you okay Hermione, you look awfully flushed?"

"I'm fine thanks," I replied as I wrapped my arms tighter over my chest and tried to give a reassuring smile. It probably looked more like a grimace.

"Okay," he said slowly before leaving the room.

I let out the breath I had been holding and looked over to Ron, he was leaning out the door, watching his dad walk away.

"That was close," he said and turned around.

I nodded and sat on the bed, thinking about how badly that could've turned out if Mr. Weasley had come up any earlier.

Ron came over to the bed and sat down next to me; after a few moments filled with silence he put his arm around me and fell into a laying position, bringing me with him. We were now lying on our sides facing each other, his arm was draped over my waist and we were so close that our noses were touching.

"I love you." Ron whispered so quietly that if it weren't for our extremely close proximity I wouldn't have heard it.

I thought I knew what love was, I thought that my love for Ron could not possible get any stronger but the second those words left his mouth and reached my ears, my heart warmed and swelled until I felt l may explode.

He loved me.

His words had stunned me into silence and it wasn't until I noticed that he was pulling away from me and his face was turning into what resembled a stone gargoyle that I realized he was probably hoping for a response.

"I love you too," I said back, meaning it more than any other words I had ever spoken.

I reached for him so that he wouldn't move further away and gave him a smile that felt strange on my face. Different somehow, like every smile I had ever smiled up until now was a fake, like I had never truly been this happy.

"Really, you love me?" he asked in disbelief.

I nodded and no more than a second later Ron's mouth quickly swooped in on mine.

After the most breathe taking snog imaginable we pulled apart and continued to grin at each other like fools.

"I should go get cleaned up and get change," I said when the sticky feeling on my inner thighs became unbearable.

"You'll come back? I still want you to stay here tonight."

"Yeah, I'll come back," I replied as I took my underwear from Ron's draw and shrunk the items so they would fit in my pocket.

Ron's gaze brought a blush to my face as I realized he was thinking about my lack of undergarments. As I moved to the door, he quickly jumped up and grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. After one last searing kiss he released me and I almost bolted down the stairs and into Ginny's room.

The quicker I got there, the quicker I could get fresh clothes, get to the bathroom, clean up and get back to Ron. I banished the fleeting thought of sleeping in Ginny's room so that I didn't get in trouble as swiftly as you would swat at an annoying fly. Nothing was going to stop me from sleeping in Ron's arms tonight.

Fully aware that for the first time in my life I was acting on pure want and desire, I showered and dressed as quickly as possible, before dashing out of the bathroom and back into Ginny's room. I dumped my toiletries and did a mental check that I had not forgotten anything, washed hair, shaved legs, brushed teeth, yep all good to go. I quickly headed straight up to Ron's room and was extremely lucky not to come across anyone on the way. When I got up there I slowly peaked my head through the almost closed door to see Ron scurrying around the room picking up random items and jamming them into trunks, draws and cupboards.

Was he actually tidying up because of me?

"Ron, what are you doing?"

Ron jumped and hit his head on the low ceiling, "shit, Hermione, you scared the life outta me, you shouldn't sneak up on a bloke like that."

I walked into the room shaking my head at his exaggeration, though I couldn't wipe the smile from my face, he really was adorable when he was all nervous and flushed.

I didn't press for an answer to my question; instead I moved into the room and stood beside Ron's now made bed. Ron quickly and clumsily joined me, pulling the covers back and indicating that I should get under them. Once Ron and I were in the bed Ron reached over to the little table beside the bed and grabbed his diluminator, he then quickly sucked the light from the room and moved so that we were once again lying on our sides facing each other.

"We really shouldn't be doing this." I said.

"I know," Ron stated simply, "but I don't care."

"Surprisingly, I don't either," I said coyly, slightly embarrassed at my bold behaviour.

Ron's face split into an impressive grin before he closed the small distance between us claimed my lips. I don't know exactly how it happened but it didn't take long to once again find myself below Ron, our clothes discarded and dumped on the floor beside the bed. Once the necessary charms were in place he lowered himself so that his length was resting at my entrance, he pushed against me a few times but was not entirely in the right place. With a huge amount of courage I reached between us and grabbed hold of him, it was sort of funny to realize that, up until now Ron had been in my most private of areas yet not in my hand. He groaned the moment I touched him, as if my simple touch was the greatest feeling in the world, I smiled and guided him to where he needed to be and he slowly slid his way inside me.

This time was very different to our first time, we found a rhythm much quicker, the pace was a little faster and the pain I had experience the first time was none existent. We moved against each other and this time when we kissed Ron was able to keep the rhythm and pace in sync with my movements. I could feel an amazing sensation build within and every time Ron ran his hands up my body I felt a quiver rip through me. I could feel my release was only moments away and when Ron began to moan a bit louder and squeeze me a little tighter I let myself go. Ron then began to thrust harder and more frantically and I realized that he wasn't going to last much longer himself.

Ron finished with a groan that sounded very similar to my name and collapsed down on top of me. We continued to lie like that for several minutes, Ron catching his breath and I enjoying the feel of his body weight on top of me.

Much to my disappointment Ron removed himself from above me and reached over the bed to grab our clothes. I grabbed my wand and cleaned us both up before pulling my clothes on and settling back down under the covers, Ron adjusted the blanket that had half slipped of the bed and then lay flush against my back.

I heard my three favourite words whispered behind my neck and said them back before drifting of to sleep feeling relaxed, safe and most of all loved.

I woke up to someone shaking my shoulder and opened one eye gingerly to see who had disturbed my sleep. Ginny. When I rolled away from her my face collided with something solid and memories from last night returned full force. I slept with Ron, literally and… not so literally.

"Hermione, you've gotta get outta here, my mum will be up any second and if she finds…"

"I know, I know," I said as I quickly disentangled myself from Ron and jumped out of bed, he still hadn't moved a muscle and how he hadn't woken up was absolutely baffling.

Ginny and I quickly exited the room and Harry, who had been just outside the door moved past me, into Ron's room. I didn't make eye contact, the situation felt awkward enough as it was.

"What is the…"

"Just shut up and keep moving," Ginny demanded as she dragged me by the hand down the stairs. Finally we reached the room and swiftly went in, closing the door behind us.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Not sure exactly, but the sun is coming up so mum will be up and about any time now." Ginny looked around the room as if she was checking no one was in there with us before continuing in a harsh whisper, "what the hell were you thinking? You should have at least set an alarm or something so that you woke up early, if it wasn't for me, you and Ron would surely have been caught."

"It just sort of happened okay."

"What? You just happened to go up to his room after getting ready for bed, you just happened to get in his bed…under the covers and fall asleep?"

I looked up at Ginny and tried to murder her with a piercing look, "Oh shut up, don't pretend like this didn't work out in your favour. Harry clearly didn't sleep in Ron's room last night, he was out on the landing still in his clothes from last night."

Ginny flushed and looked away from me before speaking, "fine, okay so maybe, when Harry and I came back inside and I came in here to find it still empty we assumed you were with Ron. We were right, we just weren't expecting to see you curled up in his bed fast asleep." She looked back in my direction and continued, "I don't see why Harry and I have to sleep separately if you two aren't."

"Ginny, I really couldn't care less if you and Harry sleep together, just as long as we don't get caught."

Imagine what people look like when they hear Luna blame something ridiculous on Nargles or some such creature… that is exactly how Ginny was looking at me right now. Like I had lost my mind.

"Did I just hear Hermione Granger say she does not care if we break the rules?"

"I may have had a recent change of heart regarding certain rules and wether or not I plan to stick to them."

The grin that spread across her face reminded me of the Grinch, devious yet hilarious, "do you think we could do this every night, sneak into each others rooms but leave before day light?"

The thought seriously crossed my mind and Ginny new that I was putting substantial thought into her crazy plan. I wanted to, there was no denying it, and the prospect of spending each night with Ron made me think of what activities we could continue to do. I blushed at my own thoughts but then tried to calm myself down before Ginny noticed and began badgering me with thousands of questions.

"Why are you blushing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I muttered and moved to the other side of the room.

"OH MY GOD! You didn't just sleep last night, did you?"

I couldn't even lie about it, my face was so hot I felt on fire and for some unknown reason I randomly had the urge to have one of those girl talks and spill the beans.

"We did sleep, just not straight away."

I moved back across the room and joined Ginny on her bed, she was waiting for me to continue but I had no idea what I was supposed to say.

"What did you do?" Ginny asked openly.

"Did you seriously just ask me that? Oh my god, how am I supposed to answer a question like that?" this was so awkward, yet I wanted to continue this conversation so badly. Maybe Ginny could give me some…advice or something.

"You continue by telling me what you did." She replied as if I was stupid.

"We had sex." I blurted out before I could stop myself.

I had rendered Ginny Weasley speechless, quiet a feet if you ask me as the girl always seemed to have a witty comment or come back for everything.

After I couldn't take the silence any longer I decided to try and change the subject, "did you and Harry get up to anything… other than sleep, I mean?"

"You shagged my brother?" Ginny asked as if I hadn't said anything at all regarding herself and Harry.

"Twice." Why the hell did I tell her that? Did sex kill brain cells? Maybe I could blame that on my stupidity.

"Stop, just stop talking," I did, I honestly had no intentions of ever speaking again, "I'm trying to imagine Ron to be someone else, someone tall, dark and handsome, without the sir name Weasley. Once I have done that we can continue this conversation."

After a few more moments of silence Ginny then continued to speak, "Okay, I think I'm good now."

We shared another brief silence before Ginny kept talking.

"I umm… didn't realise you had done more than snog." She said

"We hadn't."

"What? You just said you had sex." Ginny asked very confused.

"We did. We snogged and then had sex." I answered with a surprising dignity.

"and before the sex you had never done anything but snog?"

"Nope, admittedly the snogging was quite intense but nothing ever went any further."

"Unbelievable," Ginny mumbled, "What was it like?"

"Ginny!"

"What? I need to know what I'm missing out on."

Good god, I loved this girl, she somehow made everything out to be a joke. The tension and awkwardness, which had been all on my behalf, left the room immediately.

"You have to promise this conversation will never leave this room."

"I promise." Ginny replied and held out her little finger.

I linked mine with hers and began to try and explain, "umm, well… it was, well, kind of awkward. I mean neither of us really knew what to do and it was over kind of quick."

"It was a disaster wasn't it?"

"NO! No it really wasn't, it was perfect and the second time was much better."

"Oh my god, I totally forgot about there being more than one time. When did you first have sex?"

"Last night."

"I'm confused, if last night was the first time when were you supposed to have done it a second?"

"Last night."

"Are you telling me, that up until last night you had never done more than snog and then the next second you're shagging…twice…in one night?"

I dropped my face into my hands and nodded my head, to embarrassed to look up at her, 'that about sums it up."

"I'm lost for words." She said in wonder.

"That must be a first."

"Does it really hurt? I've heard people say that it does but then others say it's not too bad."

"It does at first, but it gets better… a lot better." I said, not able to hide the smirk on my face. True, I did hurt a little right now but I thought that would be a too much of an over share.

"This is just so crazy, I always thought of you as the kind of girl who wouldn't do it until you were married, I have never been so wrong in my life."

"Anyway," I started, deciding we needed a slight change of topic, "what did you and Harry get up to?"

A/N: Hope you like. Merry belated Christmas, hope everyone had a great and safe day.