Part Three – "Loving You"

He didn't say no. How could he say no? There was no way in Hell that he could refuse Hermione this when he, too, wanted it so very much. Making love to Hermione was a dream- come-true for Ron.

They had moved back into the private chamber that the Room of Requirement had provided for them, moving nervously and awkwardly to the large bed. Hermione had divested herself of Ron's shirt and they were now lying together on the bed, Ron topless and she nearly so.

Exposing her lush, bra-clad breasts to Ron had him cupping and squeezing them desperately, as if he were afraid they were going to disappear. His thumbs brushed over the peaks of her hard nipples through the material of her bra, causing Hermione to moan into his mouth.

"Ron…!" she groaned, pulling away just enough to speak in a hoarse whisper, "I love the way you touch me."

Ron grinned when she said that, and it encouraged him to touch her more fully. He reached around behind her and struggled with the clasps on her bra. Unable to get them undone, he settle for tugging down the cups of her bra, allowing her full, round breasts to spill free, giving him his first unfettered view of the pink-tipped wonders.

"God, Hermione," Ron spoke in a voice full of awed reverence, "You've got great tits…err…I mean…breasts! You've got great breasts!"

Hermione smiled when he blushed over what he'd said. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, moaning into his mouth as his large, calloused hands cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands before playing with them like a child with a new toy.

Hermione pulled away from him when she needed to come up for air, breaking the kiss but keeping him in contact with her breasts, and gazing lovingly…and longingly…into Ron's cobalt-blue eyes.

"Tell you what, Ron," she said, caressing his cheek tenderly, "You don't have to obey Rule #1 whenever you and I are alone and being intimate like this."

"Yeah?" he looked at her with a hopeful grin on his face, and when she nodded her head, confirming that she really did mean it, he laughed happily, "In that case, Hermione, I stand by my earlier statement: you've got great tits!"

Hermione laughed, but it quickly turned into a lustful moan as Ron pinched both her nipples at the same time, watching with rapt attention as the pink buds stiffened even more under his touch. Not even realizing what she was doing, Hermione wrapped her leg around Ron's and began grinding her hot center against his firm thigh, her mind overcome with lust.

"Oh God, Ron!"

Ron's eyes widened as Hermione continued to move against him. He couldn't believe this was his Hermione behaving this way. "His Hermione." He liked the sound of that, and was intent on making her his completely before the night was through.

Hermione's nipples were achingly stiff when Ron moved his head down and trapped one of the turgid peaks between his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud.

"Ron!" Hermione gasped, her whole body on fire. She arched against him, pressing her breasts more fully into his face, not wanting him to stop…never wanting him to stop.

Ron had both hands full of Hermione's breasts, and he began rolling the nipple he wasn't busy devouring between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging on it lightly, driven on by Hermione's gasps and moans and the increased pace of her rubbing her center against him.

He switched breasts, latching his mouth around the un-sucked nipple and using his fingers to tease the one that was swollen from the things his lips, teeth, and tongue had done to it. Ron nearly bit her nipple off when Hermione reached down and squeezed his prominent hard-on through his denims.

"Merlin's balls, Hermione!" Ron shouted as she pressed the heel of her hand against his erection and began running it up-and-down his length as it extended down his trouser leg.

"Like that, do you?" Hermione asked, grinning wickedly as she gazed at him with lust-glazed eyes, "Shall I continue, then?"

"Fuck yes!" he growled, bucking his hips up at her, trying desperately to increase the pressure and friction provided by her hand.

"Tsk, tsk…language, Ronald," she purred teasingly, leaning in and licking one of his nipples as she continued to rub him slowly.

"I'll give you fucking language, you wanton witch!" Ron growled again, moving quickly and shifting them on the bed until she was sprawled on her back, her legs splayed wide and he was kneeling between them.

Hermione's face was a mask of lust, and Ron's face mirrored hers completely. She looked perfect to Ron, and Hermione thought the same of him. Neither could imagine any other living soul they would rather be with…no one they would rather give themselves to.

"I wanted to take my time," Ron said, his voice thick with lust, picking up his wand from where it lay entwined with her own, "But…fuck, Hermione…you've got me so randy…so out of my mind…I need you, 'Mione…I need you now!"

"Me, too, Ron," she said, reaching out and running her hands over the planes of his stomach, "Take me, Ron…make me yours."

Ron locked eyes with Hermione and nodded. Waving his wand and speaking in barely a whisper, he Banished the rest of their clothes into a messy pile on the floor, leaving them both completely bare.

Ron ran his eyes down the length of Hermione's body, unable to believe what he was seeing. Hermione. Naked. It was something he'd been dreaming of for quite some time now, and the reality of it was even better than every single one of his dreams put together.

"So beautiful," he said in a reverent whisper. He noticed a sudden blush overtake her body, and when he looked up to face her again, she averted her eyes in embarrassment.

"I'm not," she said, refusing to meet his gaze. Beautiful was the last thing she thought her body was. Ron's hand cupped her chin gently and turned her face until their eyes locked again.

"I told you before, Hermione…you…are…beautiful," his voice was deep and husky when he spoke, and it sent tingles throughout her body. She felts tears rising as she gazed deeply into his cobalt eyes and realized that, whether it was true or not, Ron really did believe that she was beautiful.

Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and pulled him down to her, engulfing his mouth in a heartfelt kiss. She could feel Ron's naked form pressing against her own for the first time ever, and it was a feeling she never wanted to end. Her entire body was on fire at the exquisite feeling of Ron's body pressing her down into the mattress. When they finally broke the kiss, Hermione could feel Ron's erection pressing insistently against her thigh, and she knew that it was time.

"Now, Ron," she said, gazing up into his deep blue eyes, "Take me now."

"Now?" he exclaimed nervously, suddenly unsure of whether or not he was ready, "But…what about…you know…the before stuff?"

"You mean foreplay?" she asked with a loving smile, reaching up to caress his cheek.

"Yeah," he nodded, looking concerned, "Bill and Charlie said it's important to do the before stuff because girls don't get off the regular way."

"Well…yes, it's true that girls don't usually orgasm from intercourse at first…" she admitted hesitantly, not wanting to scare Ron off.

"I want you to enjoy it, Hermione," he said, starting to sound a bit frantic, "I don't want to seem like some selfish prat who only cares about his own pleasure."

Her heart swelled with love and she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly, "Oh, Ron, you're not! I know you're not. The fact that it will be you and me together for the first time will be enjoyable enough, even if I don't have an orgasm."

"It's going to hurt you, isn't it?" Ron said, frowning, remembering yet another thing his brothers had told him about having sex with a girl for the first time.

"Yes," Hermione sighed, worried that Ron was going to change his mind.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, starting to pull away from her, "Isn't there something in that sex spellbook we can use so that it doesn't hurt you?"

"There is," she nodded, "But I don't want to use it."

"What? Why not?" he asked. If he could spare her even an ounce of pain he wanted to do it.

"I want our first time to be pure," she replied, "I want it to be about you and me and our love for each other…even if it hurts at first."

Ron leaned down and kissed her deeply, and Hermione could tell that she had convinced him.

"I love you, Hermione," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked very serious, and she knew it was time.

"I love you, too, Ron. Are you ready?" she asked.

Ron replied with a nod and Hermione reached between them, taking hold of his erect member for the first time. Her hand tingled from the contact, and she could feel Ron trembling above her. She stroked up and down his length a few times before placing the tip at her entrance.

"I'm ready, Ron," she said in a husky voice as their eyes locked, "Take me…make me yours."

They gazed deeply into each others eyes and Ron pushed forward until he met resistance. He backed up slightly and pushed in again until the resistance gave way. The pain was over rather quickly, and before either of them realized it, they were joined together.

Ron stopped moving as soon as he was fully inside her in order to calm down and keep himself from losing control, and Hermione was glad for the break. The only thing she'd ever had inside her before was her fingers, and Ron was much bigger; she needed time to adjust to his size.

Soon enough, though, she felt the burning desire inside herself overtake the pain, and she wanted him to move. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, Hermione spurred Ron into motion.

"Make love to me, Ron," she gasped as he started pumping in and out of her.

"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned as her tight, wet heat enveloped him.

Hermione was tempted to scold him for his language, as she had on so many other occasions, but she couldn't bring herself to do it; not when she, herself, was thinking sentiments along those exact same lines.

The pain and discomfort she had felt upon his initial entry and during her period of adjustment to him faded into a numbness of sorts, but behind that numb feeling she could detect a definite hint of pleasure almost beyond her reach.

The more Ron moved, pumping in and out of her, inexpertly though it was, the closer the pleasure came to within her grasp, and before she realized what she was doing, Hermione was arching up to meet Ron's every thrust, moving in time with the rhythm he had established.

Ron was shaking all over as his senses were overwhelmed by Hermione. He wanted to say something, to tell her how amazing she felt, how incredible it was to finally be inside her…to be one with her. Unfortunately, the only thoughts he could manage to form into words were "hot", "tight", and "wet", so he chose instead to attack her mouth, kissing her hungrily.

They devoured each other's mouths as their bodies moved together in harmony. His movements had been unsure at first, but now instinct and pure desire had taken over. They were moving in perfect synch, and he could feel his orgasm quickly approaching. He didn't want to come yet, but he knew there was no way he could hold off.

"'Mione…'m sorry," he panted, his arms trembling as he held himself over her, "Gonna…gonna come…!"

"It's okay, Ron," she moaned, squeezing herself more tightly around him as his thrusts became jerky and disjointed, "Don't hold back."

Even though she was past the pain and numbness and was now fully enjoying the pleasure of making love to Ron, Hermione knew she wouldn't reach her climax. She could feel that it was just too far away. For now, she would take pleasure in being able to give pleasure to Ron.

With a few more uncoordinated thrusts and a loud warbling groan, Ron came, emptying himself inside of Hermione's hot, wet depths. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and whispered words of love and devotion in her ear as he came down from his climax.

"Love you…love you so much…my 'Mione."

"I love you, too, Ron," Hermione replied, "So very much."

He rolled off of her onto his side, pulling her to him. She went willingly, snuggling into him and running her hands over his sweaty flesh as they lay there enjoying the afterglow of their first time.

"You were amazing," he said breathlessly, gazing lovingly into her eyes.

"So were you," she replied, smiling.

"Did it hurt a lot?" Ron asked, concerned. His brothers' words kept echoing in his head about how girls will bleed and hurt when they lose their virginity. Hurting Hermione was the one thing he hated doing most of all, especially now that they were together.

"It hurt some, but I'll live through it," Hermione admitted, not wanting to make him feel bad. The pain she had felt was inevitable, after all.

"I'm sorry," he said, frowning, "I'm sorry that I hurt you and I'm sorry that you didn't come and I'm sorry that it was over so quick and I'm sorry that –"

She put her fingers over his lips, stopping him from apologizing. "Stop, Ron. It was lovely…it was wonderful. Don't apologize for anything that happened when we made love…okay?"

He nodded, but said nothing as her fingers were still on his lips. He did kiss her fingers in response though and when Hermione pulled her hand away, he leaned in and kissed her lips.

"You're mine now, you know," he said, gazing into her eyes.

"I am," she agreed, "And you're mine."

"Forever and always," he replied, kissing her forehead and pulling her closer to him so she could rest her head in the crook of his neck.

"Forever and always," she echoed, closing her eyes and revealing in the warmth of their love.