WARNING: I BECAME A SMUT SLUT.

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Hermione's emotions the morning after a revealing day with Ron could only be described as something very close to post-coital.

The sheets were warm with the Australian sun and the body heat of two people, still lingering after one body had left the bed. She rolled over and stretched, hearing Ron pattering around the tent, doing something. She opened her eyes. It was annoyingly bright.

"Ron?"

"Yeah?"

She rolled lazily back over and found Ron crouched in front of the wood burner in his pajama bottoms, pointing his wand towards the pan of water that was boiling there.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep and an evening of crying.

Suddenly aware that she was half naked, she whipped her arms out from under the covers and clamped them to her torso.

"Boiling water. You know, for tea."

"Why don't you just use the heating charm?"

"I forgot it."

Hermione chuckled and let her eyelids fall half-closed, still allowing her a sneaky view of Ron's bare torso. For a brief moment, she felt nothing but giddy bliss. It was warm and quiet, Ron was half naked and the bed was so, so comfortable...

"What's the plan for today, then?" asked Ron, carefully directing the pan to tip into the two tin mugs on the floor.

Hermione's heart sank. Memories of yesterday's crushing revelations and hysterical breakdowns made her flip back over and hug the duvet impossibly close around her. Facing the day did not seem so appealing all of a sudden.

"Oi," said Ron. "I made you tea."

Hermione sniffed. "Thank you."

"Hermione, you okay?"

"I'm..." she heard her voice threaten to betray her, so she took a moment to breathe.

"Hey, don't cry!" said Ron hurriedly, dumping the tea on the floor and jumping onto the bed behind her. "Look, we can... we can deal with this. We'll figure it out."

"I'm not crying," she said sadly. She slowly rolled over to see him hovering over her, showing loving concern while still maintaining a little nervousness over the suggestive subtext of their situation: in bed together, half naked.

She suddenly found herself blushing and smiling a little. "Thank you, Ron."

He shrugged. "What for?"

She shrugged.

She unclamped one of her arms from her side and hooked her hand round his neck. She had just enough time to see him grin before lowering his body to kiss her. It lasted all of two seconds.

It was a couple's kiss. It was a married kiss. When they broke apart, they saw reflected in each other's eyes exactly what they had both been thinking: that kiss had been a significant event in their timeline. It was their first morning kiss, and it was many things. Loving, comforting and undeniably cute.

There was still the underlying threat of their bubble being burst. Hermione just wasn't ready to think about Hogwarts just yet.

Ron enclosed his hand around hers at her hip. "I wish we could stay here all day."

Hermione looked away, suddenly saddened again. "I don't see why we can't."

"Hermione, you've got parents to get back."

She grimaced. "I still need time to think about that."

Ron sat back up suddenly. He kept his hand on hers, but his movement to an alarmed position made it clear that he only maintained hand contact out of forced affection, rather than subconscious normality.

"What are you on about?" he asked. "Hermione, you can still get them back. I know they look happy, but you don't have to wrench them from their lives just yet."

"I know," said Hermione suddenly. "But they're so happy. They've done things they'd never dreamed of before. I can't take them away from that."

"You don't have to!"

"I'd be bursting their bubble, though, wouldn't I? They're adopting a child, Ron. They're becoming parents in paradise... and then I come in and suddenly they've got a miserable war veteran as their daughter who'd erased 18 years worth of memories."

Ron stumbled over an answer. "You're... you're not miserable."

Hermione smiled warmly. "No, I'm not. But compared to the rest of their perfect life, I am."

Ron's shoulders sagged. "You're talking like they're going to instantly hate you when they get their memories back."

Hermione shrugged. "They'll be angry and upset."

Ron pondered this, but for a very short time. He suddenly twisted round and bent over the side of the bed. When he came back up rather ungracefully, he was holding two mugs.

"Tea?"

Hermione laughed loudly. "We'd just reached a poignant moment in our conversation there, Ronald, and you interrupt with tea!"

"It's never not time for tea, Hermione. I learnt that from you."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Give me the sodding tea, then."

"Yes, majesty!"

He held the steaming cup aloft her and she wriggled to a half-sitting position. She continued to sip her tea after he gulped his down and slipped back under the duvet. He snuggled closer to her and threw an arm around her waist.

"Tired, are we?" she queried.

"Not really."

With her free hand, she began stroking his hair.

"Thank you for the tea," she smiled, though he couldn't see her. His eyes were closed as he nuzzled his duvet.

"S'alright," he mumbled. "You were zonked. I was trying to be cute."

"You're very cute."

"Too cute?"

"Hmmm... no, I think you're safe. You're cuteness comes and goes."

Ron smirked and opened one eye. "My cuteness comes and goes?"

"It comes and goes, yes."

"So my cuteness just came?"

Hermione stifled a snorting laugh. "You're ruining it, Ronald."

"I love you more than chocolate frogs."

"Ah, there it is."

Hermione's grin was embarrassingly broad. She loved these moments; when she was suddenly hit with the overpowering awareness that she was in love.

She gently pushed his shoulder so that he was lying on his back. He was confused for a moment, too lazy to protest, but became eager when she slid down onto his chest and kissed him.

His hands found her waist immediately. Hermione felt almost sexy.

He soon pushed her over and rolled with her, pressing her into the mattress. She threw her arms around his neck and in the next moment, they were kissing passionately.

It had been a while since they'd done this. Chaste kisses were sweet enough, but they'd neglected the privacy of a different continent.

Just like that, Hermione's hormones clicked into place. They would not be satisfied any other way...

"Ron..." she mumbled against his lips.

"Mmm..."

"I want to do something..."

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His body automatically became rigid with arousal and nervousness.

He remembered the bloody magnificent orgasm she'd given him with her hands, and then ultimately her mouth, back at the Burrow. Merlin's beard, she was talented...

They'd talked about sex yesterday, if a little vaguely. Maybe that had triggered her into wanton?

She attempted to trail kisses down his bare chest, but ended up looking a little awkward. She hadn't exactly practised seductively slinking down a man's body, or so he hoped. She looked a little embarrassed, her arse wiggling as she shimmied down awkwardly. It was still not lost to Ron that he'd dreamed of this ever since he'd hit puberty. Now he was here, in their underwear, in a huge bed, with Hermione's hands at the waistband of him pajama bottoms.

"Hermione!" he squeaked.

She looked up in alarm, her face hovering just above the bulge in his trousers.

"Er... Erm, what, er, what are you doing?"

She smiled, still blushing. "We've done this before, haven't we? It wasn't exactly a disaster..."

"So this isn't... it."

"No!" she exclaimed, before blushing an even deeper shade of scarlet. "I mean, er... not yet. Not today."

Ron nodded, feeling a tad relieved. "Thank god... I mean, obviously I... I mean, if you wanted to, I wouldn't be opposed, but I th-ahh..."

Hermione slid her hand down his trousers. She bit her lip, stifling a giggle.

Verbal diarrhoea with a hard-on. Ron made a mental note to remember that one. It made Hermione impatient.

Her hands were so bloody soft. They fumbled and fondled, no objective but still feeling fucking good.

He felt her remove her hand. He raised his head to politely object, only to see her grappling with the waistband of his trousers. Dazed into submission, he lifted his hips and she grinned as she pulled his trousers off.

Every second that passed in which her hands were not around him, he grew harder and harder. She slowly tossed his trousers into the corner of the tent.

"I'm feeling much more confident about this," she sighed happily. "I feel much braver. More daring."

"D... daring?" Ron choked.

He could tell Hermione still felt a little awkward in the world of sexual discovery. Never the less, her smile was as seductive as he'd ever seen on her face.

He was not going to last.

"Relax, Ron. We're a couple. We should be totally relaxed around each other!"

Ron was vaguely aware of the hypocrisy in her statement, but gathered that she was high on a new-found self-confidence to really understand. Plus, he was entirely at her mercy.

"You're killing me, Hermione."

Hermione went quiet. She looked down at his cock and took a deep breath, and moved her head down towards it.

"FUCK!"

It was shaming, really, how loud he was moaning and panting. But there was no way he could suppress how fucking turned on he was, and how amazing her hot and wet mouth felt, sucking and sucking...

He felt a little perverted, lying there while she worked him. His attempts to appear more tender by stroking her hair did not have the desired effect. His hand on her head merely made him more aware that Hermione Granger was sucking him off.

He was finished in fifty seconds.

Amid his feelings of spent bliss, there was mortification and still more nervousness. Hermione remained knelt between his legs, wiping her mouth and watching him carefully. There was surely, now, no doubt in her mind about how very little stamina Ron had. He could practically feel her expectations of sex with him sink to the floor.

He was nervous, because he owed her.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I'm really sorry."

"What for?" she asked, bemused.

He gulped. "That was brilliant. A bit too brilliant."

Her smile faded.

"I should've lasted longer," he said quickly.

She smiled again and shrugged. "It doesn't matter. To be honest, I find the whole thing rather flattering."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Forget it. You wouldn't understand."

Hermione crossed her arms. "Why wouldn't I?"

"It's a man thing."

"A man thing?" she was smirking in amusement.

"Yeah, a man thing!"

"...well, explain it then!"

Ron sighed in exasperation. "I dunno, Hermione, it's like... not lasting very long makes men feel wimpy."

"Why?"

"'Cos if I can't last during a bloody blow job, what the hell am I gunna be like when we have sex?!"

Presumptuous. He'd heard her use that word before. It sure hung in the air now. He looked at her nervously, expecting a feminist lecture from her. Instead, she smiled sadly at him and crawled over, curling herself into his side. She held his hand as his arm wrapped around her.

"It really doesn't matter, Ron. Please don't be embarrassed."

"Forget I mentioned the 'S' word. We don't have to do that. I'll still love you."

She grinned. "I know you will. But I want to have sex."

Ron's heart jolted.

"Not right now, though. At the Burrow. In your bed. If that's okay with you."

He was fucking relieved, but still shook slightly. "That's cool. But why, though? I thought you'd want... privacy."

Hermione shrugged and hugged him closer. "I love your room."

"Yeah, but aren't you worried about people hearing us?"

He sounded like a twat. A presumptuous twat. Who was he to assume that he'd ever be able to make her omit the noises that she made him produce? His felt his ears burning as Hermione laughed. Fucks sake...

"We can cast an enchantment, Ron. Don't worry. I just... I'd prefer to do it somewhere where we both feel at home."

Ron thought about that as she rested her chin on his chest. He would never say something so pathetic as the fact that he felt at home whenever he was with her. Some things were just meant to be kept secret. Besides, she'd probably know by now.

"I still can't believe I lasted about 2 seconds..."

"Ugh!" Hermione rolled her eyes and poked him in the ribs. "Don't exaggerate, Ronald, and give it a rest! I'd probably be the same!"

Painful silence.

Neither was looking at the other, but both Ron and Hermione lay with wide eyes and burning cheeks.

Ron took a deep breath. "We'll see about that, shall we?"

"Excuse me?" she squeaked.

He sat up and kissed her quickly on the lips.

"I told you I'd reciprocate, didn't I?"

She audibly whimpered.

He chuckled as he sat up. "Relax, Hermione. We should be relaxed around each other!" he mocked her from earlier. She grimaced.

"I hate myself..." she grumbled.

"Love you!" he tried to sound jovial, but it was lost in his shaking voice. Trembling, he shuffled over to sit in between her legs.

"You should probably take your bra off, too."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Why, does that help?"

He shrugged. "No, I've just never seen your boobs. I was just joking."

"Really?! Never?"

"Never ever. But I was joking, Hermione. Calm it."

She sat bolt upright and reached behind her back.

"Er, Hermione, I was..."

The straps fell to her sides. She shrugged out of her bra and threw it away. "There!" she smiled. "They're all yours."

He lunged and attacked her lips, pressing her back down into the bed. He grew hard as soon as his hands made contact with her tits. They were warm and soft. She groaned and arched up towards him.

Her thighs writhed against his hips. As soon as she ground against him, he knew he'd put it off for too long.

He pulled away. "Nice tits," he grinned, hoping to lighten the mood. She smiled half-heartedly, breathing shakily.

He sat back up, coming to kneel between her legs as she'd done with him.

She stared up at the ceiling of the tent, almost crying with embarrassment.

"Hermione..."

She looked at him.

"I don't have to do this, but I want to."

She gulped nervously. "You can... you can carry on! Don't mind!"

He smiled, a little amused. "You're cute when you're embarrassed."

She looked at him pleadingly. "Not embarrassed. Scared."

"Scared of what?"

She didn't reply. She looked up at the ceiling again and bit her lip.

He looked down between her hips, where a patch of dampness had formed on her white underwear. Fuck it. If she was that turned on, nothing he could do could be that bad.

He reached out and, with a trembling hand, stroked her slowly from the waistband of her knickers down to the mattress.

She whimpered.

He did it again, feeling how hot she was becoming. She whimpered again, both hands grasping the sheets.

He blinked several times.

"Was that... okay?"

"Keep going!" she squeaked.

He almost laughed in astonishment.

He began to rub. She panted and ground her hips into his palm. As soon as his administrations became circular, she started to moan.

Fuck...

"Ugh... Ron..." she breathed, reaching down and grabbing his hand. She pressed his palm harder in to her. "I've never... ahh!"

Ron guessed she wouldn't object to losing the fabric barrier between his hand and her... well...

His hand left her. Knowing what he was doing, she eagerly lifted her hips. He quickly slid her knickers down her legs and threw them to join his pajama bottoms.

Both naked, both incredibly aroused.

Female genitals. Compared to mens', they looked really fucking complex...

Ron didn't test the water this time. He pressed hard and rubbed faster.

"Ron!" she cried as her hips started writhing rhythmically.

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice sounding very different. Thicker... lower...

"You're... so good... at this!"

He slipped a finger downwards. Inside.

"Oh my god!" she squeaked.

"Fuck..." he breathed, not meaning to say it aloud.

He pumped. He'd done this before, but this was scarier. Now, making Hermione feel good was everything.

"Oh, RON!" she cried. "I want... I need..."

"What? What do you want?"

"I want..."

"Tell me!"

She merely continued mewling and moaning. Ron couldn't complain.

Then, he got it. He still owed her.

Thoughts of her tongue on his dick spurred him to slide back and dip his head down. First stroke of his tongue, she was screaming. With every repeat of that gesture, he felt his ego expand just a little bit more.

I'm giving oral to a naked Hermione Granger.

Then, just as she'd predicted, like the genius witch that she was, she reached a crescendo and came after what she would later perceive to be a humiliatingly short amount of time.

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