TITLE: Five Firsts
AUTHOR: ponderer
SUMMARY: Five firsts with Ron and Hermione. Not the ones you may have thought of. (This is the reason for the 'M' rating!)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for all of the amazing reviews I've recieved for the first three parts to my five part series! I've been writing the fifth installment diligently while taking breaks from my complete series watching of Dawson's Creek, so I hope that it should be finished soon. However, the last section is running rather long so I will be having two parts to the Part the Fifth. These should be out soon! As always, review!

Five Firsts: Part the Fourth

The first make-up.

Ron was the one to give in first. Although it was several hours later that he returned to his apartment, late in the night, he came in loudly, hoping for Hermione to hear him, to wake from her slumber. He was so sure she was sleeping in fact, that he sighed after hearing nothing. He toed off his shoes and went to the fire to warm himself up. "I'm an idiot," he said to himself, shaking from the cold.

"Yes you are," she said quietly, coming from the direction of the kitchen.

"Hermione," Ron said. She was still too far away and he just wanted the fight to end already. "Love, I'm sorry about earlier. I'm freezing and I just want to get warmed up and head to bed."

"Well I'm not done yet," Hermione replied, and Ron groaned.

"I was a prat, okay? I just wanted to spend time with you! Is that so wrong?" he cried out, pulling at his wet hair.

"I was trying to finish my work, Ron. School's very important to me! You of all people should understand that!"

"And I do! But you spend months away at that school and I'm lucky to get a weekend with you here or there. I miss you! I like coming home from work and seeing you here on my couch, waiting for me."

"Like a good little housewife you mean?" she exclaimed. Ron groaned again.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," he retorted quietly. Hermione didn't say anything still, and was stubbornly leaning against the doorway where Ron couldn't see her face properly. He sat down wearily, trying to warm himself up, just exhausted from walking and fighting. He wanted his bed with her in it, and it looked like he wasn't going to get either.

Her sniffles captured his attention as soon as he heard them. "Hermione?" She was crying now, but she wasn't trying to hide her face from him. "Love, I'm sorry. You know that I…"

"You didn't come back. I sat here and waited and you didn't come back."

-

He knows that she still has nightmares of him leaving during the hunt. That she wakes up in the middle of the night in sweat covered pajamas and screams till her throat is sore. He hates himself more each time for leaving in the first place, for causing her pain. She's embarrassed by them, hating that it happens, swearing that she knows he would never leave her again, especially not now. He vows, while holding her, rocking her to sleep with kisses and soft words, that he'll always come back to her; there's nowhere else he would ever want to be than in her arms.

-

Ron felt like he was going to cry then too, with the way Hermione clung to herself. She had worked herself up too much. He noticed the hunch in her shoulders from leaning over large books in the library and ink stains on her fingers and how tense her whole body was. She was exhausted too. He'd just been too bloody stupid to notice it.

"Oh, love…" he begun and then she was in his arms and the fight is over, for then at least. She sobbed hard into his chest. She seemed to be comforted momentarily before she began to beat her small fists into his shirt. He tried to grab for her wrists to stop her, but she was determined.

"You promised… you promised me!" she cried. Finally, he had managed to get a hold of hands, pulling her into his embrace although she fought against him. "No!" He didn't care that she was fighting him, he wanted her to be angry at him. She was right.

"I know I promised, Hermione. That's why I'm here. I always come back to you," he murmured, trying to get her to listen.

"You broke your promise before, too! What was so different about this time?" she asked, her attack subsiding.

"Because now I can admit that I was wrong, because I've grown up. I love you Hermione, so much that sometimes I don't know how to control myself. As you can see, the strain of this long distance relationship has gotten to my brain."

"You don't think it's hard for me too? I miss you every moment I'm awake, every second I'm asleep." Ron nodded.

"I know, but I guess that I just didn't understand it that well. I always knew you were too good for me and I was afraid that maybe you realized it." Ron looked down, in shame. Hermione had stopped struggling against him and pulled herself flush on his body.

"I've told you millions of times how much I love you Ron Weasley. Why wouldn't you believe me?" Hermione shook her head, tears still falling down her red face. She dropped his hands and captured his cheeks with her small grasp until his gaze was met with hers. "I love you. I love you so much that I can't seem to calm down while you're in my sights. I try so hard to be good, that work is my only true distraction from jumping you the moment you're in the room."

Ron blushed at that, with a small smirk on his face. Hermione laughed. "Really?"

"Yes, really. That's why I wanted to get my work done as soon as I could. Because I knew if I let you touch me, I would melt and never get anything done. You hold this power over me Ron Weasley and it scares me so much that you have that kind of control. That so easily I could shatter to a million pieces," she said, holding his face firmly between her fingers. He reciprocated the same, placing his warm hands around her cheeks.

"You hold that same power over me."

-

Minutes went by as they held each other and then the familiar buzz happened as soon as their bodies hit just the right spot with each others. Hermione bit back a moan and Ron's eyes darkened and although she was still raw from the fight, Ron seemed extremely eager to prove how sorry he was for ever letting her second guess him.

Reaching up, Ron pulled Hermione's hair lose from her ponytail, watching the tendrils fall over her shoulders gracefully. The few locks that fell to her face he removed with a gentle care to tuck behind her ears. Hermione sighed, closing her eyes as his fingers grazed the soft plains of her cheek. She was already melting into his embrace and felt her knees weaken without him even touching her lips.

She didn't remember a time that she was ever unsatisfied making love with Ron. He always made it special, no matter how long it lasted (the first time was mere minutes) or how awkward (the third time). This time, though, seemed to be something else too and she knew that it would be amazing. The night before when she arrived to his flat, they had rushed themselves into his bedroom, muttering a hello in Harry's direction, and spent the better part of the evening undressing quickly, because they just needed the connection all the sooner.

This time, Ron wanted to take his time cherishing his girlfriend.

Letting his hands skim her sides, he pushed underneath her shirt, running his fingers across her belly, circling her bellybutton. She sucked in a deep breath at his gentle caresses, already wanting more. Finally, he pulled her shirt up, but stopping every few inches to stroke the newly exposed skin to his touch. After what seemed like hours Ron succeeded in pulling the shirt away from her, letting it fall to the floor in a clump. Standing before him in worn jeans and a pink cotton bra, she felt beautiful from the way Ron was looking at her. Her insides twitched and she felt moisture pool between her legs. She was powerless to his blue eyes and without thinking, reached behind and unclasped her bra and without breaking eye contact, had pulled the flimsy material from her arms so that it too met the floor.

Ron's gaze didn't waver from hers but he stepped closer to her bringing his heaving chest heavenly close to hers. She didn't like being unequal and reached forward to pull his sweater off. He was still cold, or maybe it was her touch, but his freckled skin held goosebumps as well. Hermione knew she'd find a way to warm them up. "Let's sit on the couch, shall we?" she murmured, clasping onto his hand and leading him further into the living room.

It was Hermione's dirtiest thought to shag Ron on the rug before the hearth in the Burrow, but as she knew at the moment it wouldn't happen, she figured a romp on their own rug would suffice for the time being. Ron sat down on the couch and Hermione parted his legs with her thighs before falling to her knees before him. He groaned at the image of her before him, already wondering what was going on her mind. "Oh God," he murmured as she flicked at the button of his jeans and lowering his fly slowly. He pushed his hips up to assist getting his pants off and she pulled them down his legs, keeping her eyes on him the entire time. Ron could feel her finger tips running up his legs, almost marking each freckle as her own as her hands made their way up to his all too hard erection. When she finally grasped onto the length he almost died.

But then, Hermione said, "You never cease to amaze me," and pulled him into her wet mouth and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.

She suckled him, taking care to use a hand to hold the base where her mouth couldn't reach. Ron knew that this meant a lot, her giving him this attention, for she didn't enjoy it much. So when she did, he knew he'd owe her much more than a simple, "thank you."

"Oh Hermione, so good," Ron groaned and Hermione moaned too, it vibrating through her mouth onto his cock. "Don't stop… don't ever stop…"

Pulling away, Ron watched her lick her mouth, bringing him just to the brink. His eyes, still dark, were in lusty slits and Hermione knew she was in trouble. Before she could take a breath, Ron had already thrown her back onto the floor, his naked body covering hers. "Now, this isn't very fair is it? You aren't naked," Ron noted, reaching between them to lower the zipper on her jeans. Hermione sighed, arching her back to rid herself of the last barriers between them. Now that she was done teasing and ready for the finale, Ron wanted to slow down.

"Ron, please… just… do it!" Ron chuckled darkly, watching Hermione writhe beneath him. It wasn't often that Hermione was this vocal and it thrilled him more than the mouth work she had just done. But, he needed to know she was really ready for him first. Keeping her knickers on (blue, with pink lace to match her discarded bra), he edged his fingers to palm her front, feeling for the coarse hair but to his surprise, it was bare. It was Hermione's turn to chuckle. "Just had it done this morning while you were still sleeping."

"You cheeky thing!" He couldn't put many more words together than that, so he splayed his fingers over the skin there and reached down to kiss her awaiting mouth because the smirk needed to be wiped from her face. For once, he wanted to be in complete control. He plunged his tongue passed her lips, working in time with his fingers down below. She was breathing deeply now, struggling to keep up.

"More," she urged when he pulled away from her mouth to cover her neck with kisses and suckles. Her hands cupped his back side, trying to get his lower half closer. Not yet, he thought.

He pumped her slowly, finally pulling his wet fingers out. Ron went about to make a show of licking his fingers and closing his eyes, groaning at the wonderful taste of his girlfriend. When he opened his eyes a second later, Hermione's eyes were black with need and he was sure she couldn't wait any longer then he could.

Without any more preamble, he plunged his cock into her center, feeling her tight, wet walls clenching around him. His body quivered in pleasure, his arms straining from supporting himself. He was pounding into her lower half and she was falling into her own pit of heaven, or hell because she just wanted the release.

Wanting to toy with her a bit more, Ron pulled out and teased her entrance and she groaned out of annoyance. "What do you want?" he spoke out. Hermione tensed, but he prayed that she would say something.

"Ron… please," she mumbled, trying to use her hands to bring him closer but he stayed firmly in his position, the tip of his length poised to her heat.

"What do you want?" he repeated, beginning to slip inside, but pulled back again. He was also feeling tortured, but he wanted this kind of pain. In the end it would all be worth it.

"Inside…" she started, grabbing blindly at anything she could reach. Ron eyed her, just wishing she would say it already. Finally, Hermione exploded. "Ron, fuck me!"

Ron's eyes enlarged in hopeless wonder and then plunged into her so deep that she came instantly from the contact. She contracted around him so tightly that he soon followed with a hoarse cry of his own. Sweat poured down his back as he allowed himself to pull out of her warmth and fall to his side. Heart pounding, he closed his eyes trying to control his breathing. He could feel Hermione shift to face him and he felt her warmth breath as she wrapped herself around him.

"Will you finish your work in the morning, then?" Ron asked after he could form a full sentence. He could feel Hermione's laughter as her body shook.

"Honestly."