AN: This story is rated M for a reason…reader beware of the characters having sex who I don't own!

Chapter Three – Childhood Fantasies

HPOV

I was preparing for my date with Ron. I had no idea of where we were going; he said it was going to be a surprise so I dressed casual but nice nonetheless. I had opted to go for a little bit of a sexier look and I wore a shirt that hugged my curves and a skirt that went to mid-thigh. I had dabbed on a little perfume and I had tamed my still somewhat frizzy hair. I got to his apartment a little early and knocked politely on the door.

"Hermione! You're early…"

"Oh, I'm sorry…do you want me to go?"

"No, it's alright, just have a seat here and I'll be out in a jiff."

I sat down where he gestured and looked around the room I was in. It was a nice area of his apartment. I noticed he kept things very clean; a trait which surprised me to say the least. I stood up from where he told me to sit and wandered around a little, looking at the figurines on shelves. I was so focused on what I was looking at that I didn't realize when Ron came up behind me. I was holding a small glass figurine of a kneazle.

"Well, I got you flowers, but you seem quite taken with that."

I smiled and blushed furiously, "oh, sorry…these are beautiful…where'd they come from?"

"My mother collects them and she sent some here with me since I was moving away from home and she wanted me to take a piece of home with me…Bill has some too, at Shell Cottage."

"They're beautiful…I can't believe that you have figurines of these magical creatures."

"They do something rather unique. I've seen the muggle figurines you have; but I can't do it with these all the time."

"What?"

He picked the kneazle up out of my hand and led me to the table. Then, he pulled out his wand and tapped it against the figurine softly. The kneazle began to move, purring and heading towards our hands. I began to move away, but Ron held my hands still.

"This one really likes to be pet. He's actually very nice."

"This is extraordinary. Why can't you leave them alive like this all the time."

"Didn't you notice what's over there? I have miniature dragons which would burn this whole place down."

"Oh…well…this one at least is quite docile."

"You can keep it if you want. I have tons as you can tell."

"No, I want you to have it here. I like it being here; home with all of its friends."

"I haven't had a chance to tell you; you look beautiful this evening."

I blushed again and smiled, "you look quite dashing yourself."

He took my hand and led me to the kitchen.

"I figured we could have a nice meal together in here. I wanted to cook for you and talk more than we could in public."

"This is wonderful." The table had been set nicely with candles and fancy dishes. There were pleasant aromas floating through the air that I couldn't quite place and there was a bouquet of roses sitting in the center of the table.

Ron walked to my chair and pulled it out for me, acting the role of perfect gentleman, before bringing out a nicely tossed salad for a first course. I took a bite and was pleasantly surprised.

"Wow, Ronald, if I'd known you cooked like this, you would have been in charge of cooking on the Horcrux hunt."

"Well, I have a lot more to work with now, spices and all, and I have been practicing. Ever since you told me that you were the one forced to cook because you were a girl, I felt bad and I vowed to learn how to cook." He leaned across the table and took my hand in his, "Just wait till you taste your actual meal."

I smiled again and said, "this is fantastic…I can't wait to see how you top it."

He actually managed to do so quite well. He served a very flavorful shepherd's pie for dinner followed by a delicious chocolate mousse for dessert. I felt so stuffed with fabulous food afterwards that I just sat on the couch, waiting for him to finish cleaning up. He finally emerged from the kitchen and came to sit by me. I curled up in his lap and he grinned and played with my hair.

"Ron, dinner was amazing…that mousse was practically orgasmic."

He chuckled softly and continued to play with my hair and trace lines along my shoulders and neck. I turned my head to be inches in front of his and moved closer to him, kissing him. The dinner had been fantastic and I felt awful for how I treated him last time.

I broke our kiss and looked into Ron's eyes, "so do you want me to thank you properly for the dinner you prepared?"

He looked uncomfortable as he answered, "Um…well…I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Well, this is something that I very much want to do."

I began to kiss him again and I started to unbutton his shirt. He gasped when my fingers touched his chest and I finally opened his shirt completely. I slid it off of his arms and held myself close to him. I was surprised to feel so many muscles underneath my hands. I never realized how strong Ron had actually become. He decided to demonstrate to me just how strong he was by picking me up and carrying me to his room. He laid me down on the bed and continued to kiss me as he began removing my shirt, undoing my buttons slowly before finally exposing my chest. I was wearing a red bra underneath of my black shirt and he gazed at it hungrily. I pulled him close to me and began to stroke his growing erection through his pants. He went for the button on my skirt before pulling it off of me, to expose my red knickers that matched my bra.

"Gryffindor, through and through, huh?"

"Well, I figured it would match your hair too."

He grinned and moved to my bra, sliding his hands behind me to take it off, before grabbing my breasts in both hands. They filled his hands and he squeezed them gently, not wanting to hurt me. I moaned in response as no one had ever treated my breasts in such a tender manner. I reached for the zipper on his pants and pulled it down, revealing red boxers underneath.

"Look, we match."

I continued to stroke him through his boxers and heard his breathing increase.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron?"

"Can I feel what it's like to be inside of you?"

"Well, I thought you'd never ask."

With permission he ripped my underwear off my body and slid his own boxers down. He revealed himself to me and I was surprised to see that he was the smallest I'd seen; barely more than a handful, but still somewhat wide around. I quickly grabbed my wand and cast "contraceptivus" over my body before he instantly plunged into my body. I gasped in surprise and moaned as he began to work his way in and out of me. It wasn't long before he was moaning my name.

"Hermione…Hermione…Hermione. Hermione. HERMIONE!"

The speed at which he was going was slow and I was amazed at his restraint. I began to moan as the slowness was torture for me since I felt my release slowly building.

"Ron, Ron, Ron Weasley."

My moaning caused him to finally speed up which led him to quickly release his seed deep inside of me. He laid down next to me, collapsed from the exercise. I sighed in not getting to finish but was glad I had definitely thanked him properly. I had mixed emotions about being with Ron. Surely he was everything I had ever wanted in school, but I had matured this past year and I wasn't sure if he was what I really wanted after all.

"Love you so much, Hermione. "

"You too" I whispered back to him, not really sure if I meant it or not.

AN: Well, this ends Ron and Hermione…Please Read and Review. For those of you who like the Potter Puppet Pals, the moaning of names has a meaning. The last one of this series goes live tomorrow…Draco and Hermione! Thanks so much for reading.