It had been a week since the incident as Ron liked to call it whenever he thought about it. Hermione had been avoiding him at all costs, and they had barely said five words to each other. He wasn't sure what he was even going to say even when he did finally get the chance to question her about what had occurred in the bathroom the prior week. Everyone else thought the two had just had another row and were in an argument since both would get very red in the face either time they were in the same room and if left alone for even a second, Hermione would dart out of the room as fast as her legs could move her. Quite frankly, Ron was perfectly fine with them thinking that was what had happened because the truth would be so much harder to tell people.
"I'm going to spend the night at Luna's tonight, mum." Ron heard from the kitchen.
He perked up. Ginny was going to be gone tonight. Ron could not think of a more perfect opportunity. He would go into the room Ginny and Hermione were sharing after everyone was asleep and make her talk to him. She couldn't avoid him forever, and she definitely couldn't get out of talking to him if he cornered her in her own room. He was a genius.
"Why are you grinning like a mad man?" Harry questioned.
"Oh!" Ron said startled, "My bad. I was just thinking."
"About?" Harry pushed, raising an eyebrow. Fred and George had looked up from the corner of the room they occupied at the sound of this conversation.
"Er…" Ron looked around the room awkwardly to avoid Harry's eye contact.
"Hermione, perhaps?" Harry smirked, "Did you two kiss and make up?"
Hermione chose this moment to enter the sitting room that Harry Ron, and the twins were occupying. She turned very red and looked around the room slightly stunned.
"I thought you guys were going to play quidditch." Hermione murmured. Then promptly turned and darted back up the stairs.
"I guess that's a no, then." Fred sniggered, turning to look at Ron, whose face had turned beet red.
"What on earth happened with you two?" George question Ron again.
"It was a row. Yes, we're fighting. You know us."
"Then, why are you grinning like that if you two had a fight?" Harry asked. This statement was punctuated by a raised eyebrow from both Harry and the twins.
"I can't think about Hermione and smile?" Ron muttered nervously.
"Ha! So you were thinking about Hermione when you were grinning like someone who just found a way to conquer the world!" Harry whooped excitedly.
"Yeah well at least I wasn't the one have dreams about Malfoy last night." Ron glared at Harry, who turned bright red.
"I was... The dream wasn't like that. We were fighting. It was a fight. I hate him." Harry stammered.
"Yeah right, Harry." Fred started.
"We could hear you from our room!" George said.
"Oh Draco! OH!" Fred cackled.
"Draco, yes! Harder!" George finished. The twins were roaring with laughter, and Ron was smirking at the Boy Who Lived whom appeared to be ready to die of embarrassment right there. Voldemort would be so pleasantly excited to know he didn't have to do any work at all.
"Shove off!" Harry said. "Don't think I don't know what you two do behind closed doors."
The twins were wearing twin smirks, unashamed of their actions. Ron was certain the attention had been taken off of him and managed to slide out of the room quickly and quietly to fetch a snack from the kitchen.
At approximately one in the morning, Ron slid quietly out of his bed in only his Chudley Cannons pajama pants. He contemplated putting on a shirt before cornering Hermione, but she had already seen all the goods, so what was the point? He started to slowly walk to the door and turn the knob, trying not to wake Harry, to no avail.
"Going somewhere?" Ron heard come from the bed across from his.
"Nowhere." Ron assured him.
"To see Hermione?" The smirk in Harry's voice was evident.
"Go back to sleep. Wouldn't want you to miss out on seeing darling Draco in your dreams tonight!" Ron replied cheekily.
He promptly left the room and closed the door quietly behind him. He descended the stairs to the landing of the room that Hermione occupied. Ron stood outside the door for a few seconds to build up his courage; he pushed the door open and closed without making any noise at all.
"Hermione." Ron whispered.
There was no response. He assumed she was very much asleep. It was the middle of the night, so that is to be expected.
"Ronald." Hermione let out breathily.
Oh, she is awake. Ron thought.
"Oh, yes, Ron, yes!"
Maybe not. Ron thought again.
"Hermione?" He tried again.
There was still no response as he made his way to the edge of her bed. His eyes had mostly adjusted to the darkness and could make out her still form. She was definitely asleep.
She's DREAMING about me?! This was too good.
"Oh, Ron, yes! Oh, God! Right there! Yes! YES!"
Hermione was breathing rather heavily. Ron smirked. This was even better than confronting her. He had caught her imagining being in bed with him.
This is what victory feels like.
Ron continued to smirk and sat on the edge of Hermione's bed. This action seemed to be enough of a movement because Hermione's eyes snapped open. She looked around confused for a few moments before looking up at Ron.
"Ron? Is that you? What are you doing in here?" She questioned him nervously.
"Well, well, doesn't that question sound familiar?" Ron started, "I believe I asked you something just like that about a week ago. You didn't answer. Would you care to now?"
Ron didn't have to see Hermione's face to know that she was blushing deeply. He knew her well enough.
"How long have you been in here?" Hermione demanded mustering up her Gryffindor courage.
Ron laughed softly.
"Long enough, 'Mione. I came here to discuss the incident in the bathroom, but you talk in your sleep. Did you know?"
Hermione stilled. He couldn't know what she had just been dreaming about. He couldn't. Ron moved closer to her on the bed until he was sitting right beside her. She pulled the blankets tighter around her.
"What's wrong? Cold? I can't imagine. I bet you're rather warm after the dream you just had."
"I… Er… I'm only in my under garments and I wouldn't want you to see… Are you not wearing a shirt?" She stammered out.
"Well, I was going to put a shirt on, but then I remembered how much you seemed to enjoy ogling me without my clothes on; I didn't think it would matter.
At this point he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. He slid one hand up to the side of her face.
"Don't worry, I thought what I heard was hot." Ron said, and then he pulled her in for a kiss.
Hermione responded quickly to the kiss. She let the blanket fall and ran her hands up into the gorgeous red hair she had just been dreaming about. Although in her dream, he had been attending to a different set of lips, she was in heaven already. She kissed him passionately and opened her mouth to allow his tongue to slide in when he nibbled softly on her lip.
Merlin he is a fantastic kisser. Hermione thought happily.
Ron pushed the blankets aside and laid Hermione back down, climbing on top of her. He slid his hands up and down her sides and continued to kiss her. Hermione ran her hands down his back and let them settle on his hips. She certainly was glad he hadn't bothered with a shirt. Come to think of it, she was rather glad that she had also decided to wear a cute lingerie set to bed tonight.
"Merlin, you're beautiful." He whispered.
Ron then began kissing down her jaw, her neck, across her collarbone, and stopping at her cleavage, and then followed the same path back up to capture her lips once again in a mind blowing kiss. Hermione was absolutely soaked already thanks to the dream, but real life Ronald Weasley was turning her on even more. Hermione sighed happily into the kiss. She arched her back, hoping Ron would understand she wanted more. She wanted him.
"I want you." She said.
Ron's dick throbbed against her thigh, and she smirked. He wanted her too.
"Are you sure?" He questioned.
She nodded enthusiastically and used most of her strength to roll them over so she was straddling him. She grinded herself against him and felt his cock throb again against her. She think reached behind her and unclasped her bra and threw it on the ground. Ron's mouth dropped open. She blushed slightly. She was acting much more confident than she truly felt, but this was Ron. Hermione knew she could be completely comfortable around him.
"Bloody hell." Ron whispered.
He slid his hands up to cup her breasts and knead them softly. Then he wrapped his arms back around her and pulled her back into him and pressed his lips once more against hers. She continued to grind herself against him. Ron didn't know if he could hold out much longer. He rolled them back over and began to kiss down her body again. He kissed down her neck to her breasts. He cupped one in his hand and began to roll and pinch her nipple. He took the other breast into his mouth and sucked and licked her nipple. Once both of Hermione's breasts had received proper attention, he continued downward. He kissed down her toned stomach and to the waistband of her lace knickers. He hooked his finger around them and looked up to make sure she was sure once again. Hermione nodded. Ron pulled her underwear off. He stopped for a moment to admire the girl laying naked before him. She was everything he had dreamed about since he was 13 years old, and here she was. A huge smile broke out on his face.
"What?" Hermione questioned nervously.
"Beautiful does not even come close to describing the complete perfection that is Hermione Granger." Ron said.
Hermione blushed deeply and pulled him in for another kiss,
"You're not so bad yourself." She murmured against his lips.
The two snogged for a few minutes before Ron had once again trailed kisses down to her soaking wet vagina. He slid his finger across her clit softly before slowly inserting one finger into her and pumping it in and out a few times and then inserting a second. He continued to finger her and moved his mouth down to capture her clit in his mouth and suck. Hermione let out a moan. After doing this for a few minutes to the sound of Hermione's moans, he removed his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue. He fucked her with his tongue and rubbed her clit with his fingers until she was practically screamed and she came. He happily lapped up all her juices and then followed his trail of kisses back up her body, once again stopping to worship her breasts. He finally pulled her in for another passionate kiss. She managed to roll them back over and slide his bright orange pajama bottoms off without him even knowing it. Hermione was pleased to discover his lack of any other clothing and stared at the fully erect and very large cock of Ron Weasley.
"It's even more perfect from up close." She breathed out.
Ron turned red at this, but he felt a strong sense of pride in his endowment and was glad Hermione liked it too. She quickly reach over to grab her wand, cast a spell that worked as a contraceptive, and positioned herself above Ron's cock. They locked eyes and all questions they had for the other had about being ready were answered. Hermione slid down onto Ron's shaft and both let out a loud moan. Hermione stayed very still and Ron checked to make sure she was alright. She nodded and after a couple minutes began to move her hips on his.
Bloody hell this is amazing. Ron thought.
Oh my! It's even better than I had imagined! Hermione thought.
Hermione rode Ron's dick and he grabbed tightly onto her ass, helping her move just how it was right for him. The two moved together for a while until both were moaning out each other's names as they came undone. Hermione collapsed onto Ron and slid off of him to lay next to him.
"Bloody hell, Hermione. That was amazing!" Ron practically shouted.
"Ronald! Be quiet! You're going to wake the whole house!" Hermione responded. Although the giant smile on her face did little to convince Ron she was too terribly worried.
The two laid together for hours until Ron could see the sun start to rise and realized he better get back upstairs. Molly Weasley would not like to see him coming out of Hermione's room in the morning, not one bit, and his mum was a downright scary woman when she was angry. He paused at Hermione's door with her next to him and pulled her into a hug. He kissed the top of her head.
"I love you, Hermione." He whispered.
"I love you too, Ron." She beamed up at him.
The two kissed once more before Ron slid out of her room and upstairs as quickly and quietly as he could.
Later that morning when everyone except for Mr. Weasley, who had to go into work early, and Ginny, who was still at Luna's, had gathered in the kitchen of the Burrow for breakfast, Hermione and Ron were sat next to each other and talking quietly.
"Oh, you two have made up?! Good! I was starting to worry!" Mrs. Weasley said happily as she disappeared out of the room.
"Yeah, we heard you making up rather loudly last night." Fred cackled.
Ron and Hermione went tomato-red, and Harry laughed loudly.
"We heard you last night too, Harry. Does darling Draco know you want to bottom for him so unbelievably badly?" George added.
At this Hermione and Ron began to laugh as Harry blushed as red as they had. Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Mrs. Weasley had re-entered the room and the others fell silent. She looked around at them strangely, but chose to ignore them as they all tucked in to the enormous amount of food Mrs. Weasley had prepared and conversation picked up easily again. No one noticed that Hermione and Ron managed to hold hands under the table threw all of breakfast. Who knew that all it would take for them to finally get together was both of them getting caught by the other?
