Ron's Return to the Hunt Kiss

Harry and Ron walked silently back to the tent after destroying the locket. Upon their final approach, Harry spun to face his redeemed friend.

"Wait here. I'll let her know you're back." He walked into the tent; Ron could hear him calling "Hermione!"

At last, the tent flap opened and there she stood, bleary-eyed (Harry probably had to wake her up) but still as beautiful as he remembered.

"I'm fine, I'm great, there's someone here…" Harry was saying. Then Hermione laid eyes on Ron.

"Hey," Ron said almost stupidly, an idiotic grin on his face as he marveled at his love's beauty.

Silence. Harry, having no idea how Hermione or Ron might react and not wanting to wait and find out, discreetly slipped into the trees towards the river nearby. No sooner had he left then Hermione stalked over to Ron, and began to hit him with her fists, his satchel, even leaves from the forest floor.

"You….complete….ARSE, Ronald Weasley!" she screeched. "You crawl back here after weeks! And you say hey?!" She sounded close to tears now.

Ron now found the strength to fight back. He was saddened at Hermione's reaction to his return, though he knew he certainly deserved it. Still, a part of him wanted things to be back to the way they were instantaneously; he wanted her to know that he still loved her. Ron grabbed Hermione by the waist and pulled her to him, silencing her rant with a long, deep kiss.

The brain can play fickle tricks on people, and for a brief moment, Hermione sighed and gave in to Ron's affection, realizing just how much she had pined for this for months on end. Both entwined in each other's embrace and deepened the kiss. Then, remembering that she was supposed to be angry with him, Hermione's hums of pleasure into Ron's mouth turned into squeals of protest, and she wrenched herself away.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? You have no right to kiss me after what you did to me!"

But Ron was having none of it. He wanted her forgiveness, and he wanted it now. It seemed to him to be the only solution for closure, for being at peace with himself.

He backed Hermione into a tree and kissed her again, his hands at her hips to hold her in place. Hermione boldly slapped him across the face, yet Ron's lips did not move away from hers; the intoxicating feel of her mouth was greater than the now burning sting on his cheek.

Ron took his assertion of himself to the neck level. He picked Hermione up, bridal-style, and began to carry her grandly into the tent. Hermione let out muffled screams, screeches and squeals as she trashed and kicked in his embrace; nothing worked. She may as well have been a rag doll, for Ron's strength over her.

Once inside, Ron dumped her into the nearest bunk and quickly swung one leg over her, his lips never even pausing in their kiss. Hermione began to panic. He wouldn't dare! He wouldn't dare try and actually rape me! That's not my Ronnie… She mentally hit herself for using her pet name for him.

But, to her relief, Ron did not strip her of her clothes nor try to sexually force himself upon her. He merely pinned her to the bed, holding her in place while he ravaged her mouth; Hermione trying her best to escape. She was still trying to make any noise to stop him. Without any effort, Ron pried open Hermione's lips with his own and buried his tongue in her mouth. Hermione's eyes bulged and she tried to push at his face, even as she also tried to resist the other battle for dominance in her mind between fighting back and giving in. Ron's tongue licked over her teeth.

And, in that moment, Hermione saw her chance and seized it.

As Ron's tongue grazed around her teeth again, she bit down on his tongue. Hard. Ron yelped and his mouth sprang away from Hermione's at last. He even rose off of her, and almost comically hit his head on the top bunk.

"Bloothy 'ell, voman! You bith me!" Ron roared; he could taste blood in his mouth as he tried to talk around his rapidly-swelling tongue. If it hadn't been for the circumstances, Hermione would have laughed at how Ron looked right now. Instead, her rage returned with a vengeance and she punched him in the face. Ron fell off the bunk with another howl of pain, one hand to a forming black eye. Hermione found herself grinning in amusement and vindication. That's what you get for leaving me! she thought. However, she immediately regretted her thoughts and actions when Harry walked into the sight a moment later.