Chapter 5:
"Hermione, do you think three months is too short of a wait? Or is it normal?", Ginny asked. Ever since I apologized to her and Harry, she'd been talking nonstop about the wedding. But I only wanted to know one thing-
"How'd you get Harry to propose anyway?", I asked.
"What do you mean?", Ginny asked.
"I mean, how did you hint it to him. Or was it all just a surprise? Had you guys talked about marriage before or. . . .", I was desperate for answers.
"Well, to be honest it was a bit of both. We'd talk about our future together all the time. But I never knew he was going to propose to me so soon. But I'm happy he did", she replied.
"What did you talk about?", I asked, hoping I didn't sound as creepy and desperate as I felt.
"To be honest Hermione, we'd talk about everything. The real key to the kind of connection Harry and I had is doing something you know will take your relationship to the next level. A sign that you're ready to mature in your relationship, you know?", Ginny said.
"Do you mean shagging", I said without thinking. Now I knew I sounded like a moron.
"Well, not exactly. I mean, Harry and I had shagged plenty of times before. (I grimaced) All we did was act more mature. We communicated. It didn't take as much effort as I thought", Ginny said.
"What didn't take any effort?", asked Harry coming in from the door of Ginny's room.
"Nothing, right Hermione?", asked Ginny with a smirk.
"Yeah", I said. But my mind wasn't on them. It was on maturing. And I knew what 'maturing' meant for Ron and I. It meant taking things to the next level by connecting physically. It meant shagging. Which was going to start. . . . .now.
"Where's Ron?", I asked Harry.
"He was having trouble pulling out the last gnome. I think he's still in the garden", Harry said, "When you go down there, make sure you tell him he owes me for helping him degnome."
"I will", I said. He was beginning to nibble on Ginny's earlobe, which was my cue to leave.
I walked downstairs and thought about ways I could appear seductive with a pair of jeans and a baby blue t-shirt on.
When I reached the bottom step I realized the one issue that could potentially ruin my plan. Ron's family.
I love them to bits but when it comes to shagging Ron, they have to be completely out of the picture. And how i was going to do that with everyone in the house completely puzzled me.
But I didn't really have anymore thinking time because I was at the garden already.
"Hey 'Mione", Ron said as he fiercely tugged at a grumpy gnome.
"Hey Ron", I replied. He was covered in sweat and didn't have on a shirt.
Maybe Ginny was right. This job was easy.
"I hate this bloody gnome!", Ron said.
"Well maybe if you didn't have your foot on his foot", I said. He looked down at his shoe and moved it to reveal a damaged gnome boot and pulled the gnome out of the ground and flung it.
"So what did you want?", Ron asked. now here's the part didn't think about. How do you tell someone you want to shag their brains out politely?
"Er, I- uh- I wanted to know if you were. . . . .", I hesitated. He only stared at me, and wiped away the sweat on his forehead.
Wait! That was it!
"If you were going to take a shower", I asked. They didn't call me a brilliant witch for nothing.
"Clearly, I'm drenched in sweat. And a few tears. What do you think, Hermione?", Ron asked curtly. I scoffed.
"You should really start being nicer to me. As a matter of fact I was just going to ask if I could join you", I said, as cute and seductive as possible.
"But I'm done degnoming", Ron said.
"Not with degnoming. Showering", I said. His eyes widened, and his eyebrows were raised.
"Really?", Ron asked. I nodded.
"No one can walk in on us if we're in the shower", I said.
"Hermione, you are Brilliant!", he replied. I smiled at him and took his hand.
We began to walk back up to the house.
"So what happened to our agreement to wait?", Ron asked, "Not that I'm complaining or anything", he added quickly.
"It just wasn't working for me", I said to him. He smirked.
"I had no idea you could be randy. I mean in my dreams you were, but never in real life", Ron said.
"It's not like I'm randy all the time, I guess it's just when I see you drenched in sweat", I said jokingly.
He opened the door to the burrow and we walked in. Everyone was seated at the dinner table.
Which was a good thing, and a bad thing. The good thing was that it was assurance we wouldn't get caught. The bad part was explaining to them why both of us were going upstairs together to shower. . . .together.
"Hello Hermione, Hello Ron", said, "We're getting ready to eat. I'm cooking beef stew."
"Actually, we're er-", I hesitated.
"We're not hungry", Ron said, "C'mon 'Mione."
I opened my mouth to say something, but Ron was already going upstairs. I caught up with him.
Once we were in the bathroom he kissed me. and I don't mean a tiny peck either. Our tongues collided and our teeth clashed a little. But it didn't matter, because this kiss wasn't meant to be gentle. It was meant to be vigorous and oggresively passionate.
And it was. I didn't let him do all of the work either. As a matter of fact, I dominated, and never backed down. I closed the door with my foot and pressed him against it roughly. I held his face in my hands and sucked his tongue a little. I felt his hands go up my I began to run my fingers through his hair. He groaned and I ran my tongue across his teeth.
He pulled away turned me around so that I was pressed against the door and he unclasped my bra and pressed his lips against my neck.
His lips felt so good against my neck, and when he began to suck on it a little, I think I lost my ability to think. But certainly not my ability to let out a loud moan.
I ran my fingers through his hair again (I need to tell him to never cut his hair). He pulled away.
"We should probably get in the shower before we really get into it shouldn't we", Ron asked. I looked up at him.
"I don't care, I just need you to do that again", I said. He smiled and we kissed again.
"I will as soon as we get into the shower", Ron said, "I'm just getting more sweaty."
I took off my shirt and then my pants. I stopped when I realized Ron hadn't taken anything off yet.
"What are you doing?", I asked him.
"Watching you", he replied casually, "I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life."
"Well you're going to have to shed some clothes if you want me to continue", I told him.
He took off his shoes and smirked at me. I only rolled my eyes and took off my bra and walked over to him.
"Go on", Ron said. But I ignored him and ran my hands over his chest until I reached the bottom of his shirt and tugged on it.
"I will as soon as you take this off", I said. I moved my hands a little lower and put my fingers through the belt loop of his pants. "These too."
He kicked off his pants and took off his shirt. Leaving him in his underwear revealing a rather large stiffy. I smiled and took off my knickers while he turned on the shower. I stepped in and waited for him.
"Ron, what're you doing?", I asked.
"I'm trying to find my wand", Ron said.
"For what?", I asked.
"We need a contraception right?", Ron asked.
"No, I use a muggle contraceptive called birth control, I'm covered. Just come in", I said.
He walked in. It was the first time I'd ever seen him completely naked. And I was really impressed. His cock had to be at least 11 inches. I wondered if it was going to even fit. And if it would hurt as much as everyone says it does.
"Are you sure you want to do this?", Ron asked. I looked up at him. He was so sincere. And respectful. How could I not want to marry him?
I kissed him. And this one was meant to be gentle.
"I'm positive", I told him. He kissed me. And this time he dominated. He sucked a little at my bottom lip. I pulled away and took his hand and sucked on the back of his wrist until I left my imprint and then I began to leave a trail of kisses until I reached the tip of his middle finger, and I put it all the way into my mouth and slowly pulled it out.
"Bloody hell", he murmered. When I took it out of my mouth I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him again but this time a little longer, and more passionate. His hands slowly ran from my shoulders to the small of my back. Making me shiver a little. He broke the kiss and trailed kisses from the corner of my mouth to my jaw and eventually to my left nipple. He began to suck on it, making me moan. I ran one hand through his, now wet, hair. And I put the other hand on his shoulder and squeezed it the warmer I felt between my legs (which meant I did a lot of squeezing). He began to trail kisses down my stomach and down to my pussy. I let out a long moan once I felt his tongue flick across my clit. I tugged at his hair a little once I felt really close to orgasming. He put tw o fingers inside me, but not so far that it hurt. And that was all it took for my orgasm to arrive. I moaned louder than I ever had before.
"Oh, Ronnnnn!", I moaned. When he stood up so that he was looking down at me I thought I'd tackle him. Never had he looked sosexy in my eyes before, but at that moment I felt like completely devouring him.
"Was that alright?", Ron asked. I was still a little high on my orgasm, so I didn't reply. I just wrapped one of my legs around him and then the other when I knew he could handle it. I kissed him as deeply as I could.
"I want you inside of me, right now", I demanded. My voice sounded really sexy and more seductive than usual.
"You don't have to tell me twice", Ron replied jokingly. I put my legs down and stood there, a little nervously.
He turned me around and put his cock inside me. It hurt like hell but I knew it was Ron, so it didn't bother me as much. He didn't move like I thought he would. We both were just standing there.
"Are you okay?", Ron asked. I realized he was making sure I was alright, and helping me adjust.
"Yeah, I'm fine", I said. And I was starting to adjust a little. I was still really sore, but I could take it. But he still didn't move.
"Go ahead", I told him.
"No", he replied.
"Why not?", I asked him.
"You're crying. I'm hurting you, I don't want to", Ron said. I hadn't realized that tears were running down my cheeks. Or that my eyes were watery for that matter. I wiped them away.
"Ron, it's okay. really, I'm fine. If you don't do it no I won't ever get used to it", I said.
"Are you sure?", Ron asked, "I don't want to hurt you."
"Seriously Ron I'm-"
There was a knock on the door.
"Ron, are you okay in there?", asked.
"Oh fuck!", Ron muttered.
"What're we going to do?", I asked.
"We've gotta get out!", Ron said.
He walked out of the shower and grabbed some towels from under the sink's counter. He gave me one and wrapped one around him.
"Yeah mum, I'm fine", Ron shouted.
"You don't sound okay", said.
"Seriously mum, I'm fine", Ron said. His voice sounded high pitched. Probably from fear.
"You don't sound good at all, I'm coming in there", said.
"N-n-no!", Ron shouted. But it was too late. was already in the bathroom. With her jaw practically at the floor.
"OH MY GOODNESS", screamed.
"Mum, I can explain", Ron said calmly.
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! YOU WAIT UNTIL I TELL YOUR FATHER ABOUT THIS!", screamed. She walked out of the bathroom, and Ron hastily followed her. And I followed behind him.
"I cannot believe you two", said.
", I am soo sorry", I said.
"What happended?", George asked. I realized the three of us had walked into the kitchen where everyone was sitting, almost finished with there dinner.
"Oh, not again", Charlie muttered from his seat.
"What do you mean AGAIN?", asked.
"Yeah what do you mean again?", asked Percy.
"Look, I can explain!", I said.
Everyone froze to listen to my explanation. Something I just now realized I didn't have.
I gripped my towel around my body a little tighter.
"Er, we were, um-", I hesitated and turned to Ron, "Ron?"
"We were just- we were going to-", Ron stammered, "Well we are together now mum."
"Well that doesn't mean you have to shag everywhere you go", said.
"Oi! we're eating here!", George said.
"Just go to your room and get dressed", said.
I went upstairs and Ron followed me close behind.
"That was so embarrasing", I said.
"I know", Ron said.
"I must've been too loud", I said.
"Well at least we made it pass third base this time", Ron said.
I looked at him and shook my head. Boys.
"What?", he asked.
"Nothing Ronald", I said.
We were in our new room. There was a queen sized bed with blue covers. The walls were painted white, and the floors were wood like the rest of the house. There was a dresser with Ron and my luggage on top of it.
I walked over to it and opened our suitcases. Ron's was messy, which was what was expected, and mine was neat.
"What pajamas do you want?", I asked.
"Anythings fine", he said from the bed.
I pulled out a white shirt, a green shirt, and a pair of boxers from his suitcase and threw him the green shirt and boxers.
"Do you mind if I wear this?", I asked. I held up the white t-shirt.
"You didn't bring any of your own pajamas?", Ron asked. That felt a bit like a slap in the face.
"Yes I brought my own pajamas, I just wanted to wear one of yours instead", I repied.
"Sure, whatever", Ron replied.
I put on the shirt and pulled out a pair of knickers from my own suitcase and put them on.
I wondered if our newfound 'connection' even effected him. I sure hoped so.
Told you the eroticness would be back in this chapter. The next one two.
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Jay