Three days later, Ron had come home from work early; he had been since putting the offer in on the house waiting for the real estate witch to floo in with news. He didn't want Hermione to get the news first, even though she was staying later at the office doing extra work so she wouldn't have to worry about it when the baby came—which was so like Hermione. But any excuse to come home early was fine with him. He hadn't told Hermione yet, and he didn't plan to until he knew for sure it would be theirs. The only person he had confided in was, of course, Harry; he had kept the baby news from Harry, but would not be able to keep his silence with this.

He had been waiting for the better part of an hour and had nearly dozed off on the sofa when he heard a voice, "Mr. Weasley?"

He jumped about two feet in the air. "Yes, yes! I'm right here." He jumped off of the couch and moved toward the fireplace and the face suspended in the flames there.

"Oh, nice to see you. I have some news," she smiled, "The house is yours, you can move in when ever you want to."

"Really? That's great!" Her hand came through the fire and handed him a set of rather old looking keys. "Thanks," he said excitedly.

"If you need anything, you know where to find me." She smiled again and disappeared.

Ron could not wait to show Hermione.

She returned home two and a half hours later, extremely exhausted. She let out a loud sigh and was about to collapse onto the couch when Ron ran into the room. "Don't take your shoes off, don't sit down and leave your coat on!" He said, struggling to get his arm in the sleeve of his own jacket. Before she could say a word in complaint he had pointed his wand directly at her face.

"Ronald!" She said angrily trying to remove the blindfold from her eyes, to no avail.

"I have a surprise for you!"

"Oh, Ron, I'm really not in the mood for any sort of surprise; I had a long day at work and--"

He cut her off, "You'll like it. I promise." She gave up argument, knowing it would be over faster if she just went quietly. "You'll be fine apparating just this once, right?" She nodded. "Right, then, hold on tight." She grabbed his arm and he spun on the spot.

He apparated them into a secluded alley across from the pub. "I'm going to guide you," He took her hand and pulled her along. He led her in silence until they were standing right at the gate of the front garden fence. He positioned her so that when he took off the blindfold she would be looking directly at the house, their house.

He took out his wand again and with a flick the blindfold was gone and stood looking slightly confused as her eyes adjusted to the light. Her jaw dropped, "Ron I--" she began to speak as he took his hand from hers and replaced it with the key. "Its—it's ours?" He nodded. "Oh, Ron," she threw her arms around his neck.

He opened the gate for her and she walked up the garden path, slowly as if in a daze. She slid the key in the lock and turned, it clicked quietly and Hermione could feel her excitement build. She grabbed the handle and turned slowly. She moved to step inside but Ron had swept her off her feet, she let out a tiny scream not expecting her sudden departure from the ground. He carried her inside taking care not to bang her head against the doorframe.

Once inside the dim entry he pushed the door closed with his foot and kissed her passionately. It was like their Honeymoon…

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Ron carried Hermione—no longer in her wedding dress, but in a straight cream-silk dress that she had put on for the reception—into their Cannes hotel suit. He missed hitting her head on the door buy an inch, luckily she didn't notice. He pushed the door with his foot, it closed with a slam. She winced at the noise; he could tell she was hoping that they didn't wake anyone else at the hotel. He braced himself, but instead of scolding him she just laughed. He kissed her; she kissed back with even more fervor.

He made his way over to the bed without breaking their kiss and put her down at the edge. Her hair was coming undone and most of her make-up was off but to him, she was still gorgeous. He could not shake off that image of her walking down the isle: tears in her eyes though she was smiling, her curls pulled back and pinned gently up at the back of her head, her white lace dress cascading delicately to the floor.

He was soon able to forget that image as a new one presented itself before him. Hermione let the straps of her dress fall as he kissed her neck and shoulders. He lost himself at the feel of her soft skin as they fell back onto the fluffy white bedding. She pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed her. She suddenly stopped, "Oh, wait!" she said.

Ron groaned into her neck. "Why, now?" he complained.

"I have something."

"What could you possibly need?"

"You'll she and you'll like it. Just wait a few minutes."

"But I don't want to wait!" He said pouting.

She laughed and stood up in front of him. "It'll be worth it," she whispered into his ear, putting her hands on his knees and rubbing them slowly up his thighs. He shivered and looked at her longingly. She just grinned at him and winked before disappearing into the bathroom.

It felt like it had taken ages but when she did return, he did like what he saw. Hermione was the tiniest lacy, white underwear Ron had ever seen, a matching bra that definitely accentuated her already rather voluptuous curves. The outfit was complete with a thin, transparent piece of lingerie that was cut at the middle of her thighs. He had seen her in less, never anything like that, but had to admit it was very sexy. He must have looked rather taken aback because for a second she became embarrassed. "Um, it's I guess it's just a muggle sort of…tradition…for a woman to get an outfit like this on her wedding night," she tugged at the hem of the garment.

Ron smiled at her, her embarrassment reminding him of their first time. "No," he said not wanting her to think he didn't like it. "I know that! Its just—just…you look gorgeous."

She smiled back and a gleam came into her eye. He recognized this, he had seen it many times before, as a look of pure lust. She sauntered over to the spot on the bed where he sat. She pushed him back onto the bed; she climbed in on top of him, straddling him as she kissed her way from his lips down to his bare chest.

They made love at least three times that night. She left his head spinning each time. She was so intoxicating that he woke up then next morning in a daze, not entirely sure if the night had been real. That night was amazing for them both. As was the whole honeymoon, since they left their room for a total of, maybe, twelve hours all week. Neither ever wanted to leave.

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Ron almost expected to see a beautiful hotel room in the South of France with Hermione in that tiny outfit when he opened his eyes. Instead it was a dusty wooden staircase; but then, it was just as good. Hermione nuzzled into Ron's neck. "Ron…"

" 'Mione?" She was crying, he could feel her warm, wet tears on his neck.

"This is beautiful," She looked up at him smiling; but as suddenly as she had started crying, then smiling, her brow furrowed and she frowned. "But why didn't you tell me." She smacked him on the arm. "You can't just go buy a house without talking to me about it!" She hit him again.

"Sorry," he said pathetically as she glared at him. He had learned from living with her for the past five years that it didn't do to argue with her—after all, he finally realized after eight years of challenging her that it was better for their relationship if he just steer clear of argument (Harry was particularly happy about the revelation wishing it could have come about sooner; say sixth year). He put her down and she started up the stairs. She looked back and beckoned him to follow.

Since when is Hermione middle name Jean? I guess I was a little bit behind with this update—about three years behind—so I decided to look it up. In 2004 JK Rowling said that Hermione's middle name is Jane; I guess that stuck for me. For Deathly Hallows, however, Jo changed it—which she shouldn't have, in my opinion—to Jean, possibly so she wouldn't share her middle name with Umbridge. I didn't realize that until after I wrote the last chapter (obviously.) So, sorry, but I'm not changing it. I personally like Jane better; she will always be Hermione Jane to me. (Thanks to hp-lexicon, where I got that information from.)

Anyway…thanks so much for everyone who is still sticking with my story. I am appreciative of every review I get. I'm really glad everyone seems to be enjoying this story.