A/N: Thanks to BlackHawk13 for looking this over for me.

Ready for some lemons?? ;-) Told you they were cumming... errr.... coming...

Disclaimer: Don't own HP. Never have, never will.

Ron eagerly sucked on the apex of Hermione's shoulder and neck, making her moan in approval. He was working on a love bite. Everyone at Hogwarts would know she belonged to him. Mine, he thought, as he nipped at her neck, feeling her melt further into his arms.

Hermione knew exactly what he was doing, and why, and though she hated his jealousy and possessiveness on principle, she had to admit she found it more than a little sexy. She would hide it with a concealment charm later, and no one would be the wiser, but she would know it was there, and that's all that mattered.

He currently had her pinned against the counter of George's flat, which Ron had just moved into the week before, in order to help in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. George was at the Burrow, having dinner with the family, after having been kicked out of the flat by his younger brother at wand point.

Hermione was leaving for Hogwarts in two days, and Ron was not about to let any potential alone time with her slip by. The idea of being apart from her for an entire school year was more and more depressing as time went on.

But for now, they were together, and they both planned on making the moment last as long as possible. Give each other something to remember each other by during the long, lonely nights of their separation.

Ron lifted his lips from Hermione's neck, almost entirely satisfied with his work. The particular spot he had chosen to work on was Hermione's favorite, and her knickers were more than a little wet. She bucked her hips into his, in need of friction.

He hissed as she brushed against his erection, which was growing stronger and harder with each passing second. "Her…mione…" he gasped, fighting hard not to cum straight away.

He was about to lean in to kiss her moist and ready lips, when his stomach growled angrily.

Hermione burst into laughter. "Still hungry, Ronald? I guess we did come in here to get you some food… You're a horrible distraction to me."

Ron grinned sheepishly, but he was actually extremely pleased with himself for managing to distract his famously determined girlfriend from her original goal. It wasn't a common occurrence.

"Let's get some food, love," she said, and tried to extract herself from his arms. He reluctantly let go, and followed close behind her to see what she would make. She pulled the ingredients together for a ham sandwich, and Ron kissed her shoulder as he stood directly behind her, hands firmly placed on the soft curves of her hips.

"Ron, are you going to distract me some more, or do you want to eat?"

His stomach gave another angry growl.

"Fine, I'll eat," he said reluctantly, and began making his own sandwich.

They ate at the kitchen table in silence, not wanting to waste time. The sooner they finished eating their sandwiches, the faster they could get back to devouring each other.

Hermione surprised Ron by being so eager that she whipped his plate out from in front of him, vanishing the crusts, and practically tossing their plates in the sink. He stared at her, chewing his last mouthful of ham and bread as he watched her coyly lean against the sink and give him a very blatant come hither look.

Ron swallowed hard, suddenly finding it very hard to breathe. He couldn't take his eyes of Hermione's lips. They were pink and slightly parted, and looked like they were more than willing to catch his kiss at his own convenience.

He stood, nearly knocking the chair over, and quickly reached out to catch it before it clattered to the floor. Hermione bit her lip to hide a laugh. She held her arms out to him.

This time, when they held each other, both knew they wouldn't be letting go any time soon. Hermione's knees buckled as their mouths met again and again, each kiss growing more and more passionate and desperate.

Ron's hands wandered all over Hermione's soft body. His hands itched to inch under her clothes, so he brought his hands under her shirt to revel in the smooth expanse of skin on her back. His fingers brushed against the clasp of her bra, and she leaned into him, practically begging him to remove it.

She nibbled on his neck when he concentrated on the bizarre metal clasps. He still had difficulty with the strange enclosure which kept her glorious breasts from his easy access. He frowned as his fingers clumsily grasped with the lacy fabric and hooks.

"Hermione, I need-"

She heard the frustration in his voice and fought very hard not to laugh. She pulled away from him, throwing her shirt off first, then reaching behind her, unclasping the bra in less than five seconds flat.

Ron's eyes widened in lust and reverence as her breasts bounced free of their restraints. Ron stroked her nipples with his rough thumbs, and Hermione moaned as they hardened under his touch. The sound went straight to his erection, which had come back in full force the second he felt her silky skin.

Hermione stood before him, topless and blushing, and impatient for his hands to run all over her. She wanted to feel skin against skin, and so she tugged his shirt up over his head, and ran her fingers over his pale, freckled stomach. She admired the bulge in his denims, knowing exactly the pleasure it would bring to her.

Their first time had been fumbling and awkward, but every time got better and better, and any form of shyness or awkwardness had disappeared.

Hermione flung her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a deep kiss. They moaned as he felt her breasts press against him, and she mewled as he bit at her neck, and ran his hands along her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts.

Their hands were flying everywhere, their lips attaching together then flitting to another body part to latch on to.

Hermione tugged on Ron's belt, trying to loosen it, but found it nearly as challenging as Ron found her bra. He pulled his lips from her nipple to see what her dilemma was, and gave her a half grin when he realized what she was working on.

Ron and Hermione parted for a moment, only to pull off their own trousers and shoes, kicking them aside. They both groaned when they were both finally naked, and pressed together. Hermione felt Ron's prominent erection against her stomach, and she reached between them to grasp it firmly in her small hand.

Ron's eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head as she stroked his length, paying special attention to the head. He bucked his hips towards her. She somehow always knew exactly how to touch him in a way that made him lose almost complete control.

She leaned against the counter, and hitched herself higher against his body as he pulled himself closer to her. He could feel her wetness against his cock, which was now closer than ever to her center, where he ached to be, and where she was dying to feel him. She ground herself against his length, and they both groaned at the friction.

Ron was suddenly nervous. They'd never made love this way before. It had always been in secret, in his bedroom or hers, locked away and hidden behind silencing charms. This… was spontaneous, it was free, it was liberating… it was sexy as hell.

He buried his face in her neck for a moment, trying to grasp onto what little self control he had left. The way she was moving her hips against his was not helping anything. She was dripping wet and dying to feel him deep inside her.

"Hermione, I… I need…"

"I know, I know! Me too."

They kissed again, tongues dancing together, and Hermione moaned into Ron's mouth as she felt his tip brush against her center.

She hopped up a little, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Knowing they both couldn't wait any more, he cautiously eased himself into her wetness, groaning as he felt how tight she felt in this position. It took everything he had in him not to cum straight away.

Hermione whimpered as he filled her. She felt a sharp pain in her back as he leaned her roughly against the counter and began to pound inside her, but the pain only made the pleasure more intense, more real. She grasped him by the shoulders, and dug her feet into his arse, begging for more, whispered "Harder" and "Faster" into his ear.

Before either knew it, they were cumming together, screaming out each other's names in pure joy and ecstasy.

Hermione slowly eased her legs from around Ron's waist, and he gently lowered her to the floor. Her legs were wobbly and he was exhausted and leaned limply against her. She snuggled her head into his chest, as he buried his face in her brown, crazy hair.

They stayed in this embrace of sorts for a few minutes, until their heart beats calmed down enough, and Ron placed several tiny kisses up and down the column of Hermione's neck. He stopped for a moment to appreciate his handiwork of her love bite.

"Don't go to Hogwarts," he said mournfully. He cupped her face in his hands, looking deeply into her eyes, silently begging her to stay. "I need you."

A sob quickly surfaced and escaped Hermione's throat. "I have to, Ron. I don't want to leave you. But we both have things we have to do, and then… well, we can be together again. Besides, I talked to Professor McGonagall, and she said you'd be able to visit me on Hogsmeade weekends… and maybe for the Yule Ball."

Ron groaned. "The Yule Ball! Hermione, bloody hell, you may as well torture me now."

She raised her eyebrows at him, and crossed her arms in a huff.

Ron was momentarily distracted by the sight of her round, naked breasts, being pushed up and together in a very appealing way.

"I promise it won't be like last time," she said soothingly, brushing his hair out of his eyes, prompting him to look up at her face again. "That is, if you don't wait until the last moment to ask me."

"Hermione, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" he asked eagerly, and the hopeful look on his face made her burst into laughter, nodding. He greedily kissed her, and they both moaned as they fell into another round of love making, this time on the kitchen table.

"We're going to have to clean this up or George'll kill me," Ron said afterwards, noting the mess they had made by tossing things out of their way.

"And we can't have that, now can we?" Hermione said, and lazily flicked her wand, instantly tidying up the kitchen to it's right state.

"How'd you learn that?" Ron asked, impressed as usual.

She shrugged. "It was easy. And now, I'm going to teach you something that I learned from browsing the Restricted Section…"