Here is an updated version of this chapter (minimum changes so no need to re-read if you read before).

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last 2 chapters. It really means a lot to get feedback. Those chapters were super hard to write and I'm so excited that most of you seemed to like them. So, as a reward for those reviewed and your continuous reading here is a purely Ron/Hermione chapter. Warning – this is most certainly an M-rated chapter and one of the smuttiest chapters in this story so far, so enjoy. Plz R&R and let me know if this worked. I like it, but feedback is always great!

This chapter also has some minor revisions, not sure if it's worth a re-read or not. No worries and actual new chapter will go up soon (within a week).

A million thanks to ObsessedRHshipper for her beta help. She rocks.

In the Hogwarts Express

Lily gave Hermione last minute instructions to meet Alastor Moody and Tonks at the station and to follow their lead so they could get her through the wards of their Hogsmeade flat. Harry didn't seem upset at all anymore. He was glad to be able to go and spend time with his dad as soon as possible. Ron bid him and Lily good-bye before they took the floo from McGonagall's office.

"I'll try to write this summer," said Harry.

"Yeah, I will too. Even if we can't use owls, we could send the letters with Order members. I'll keep you up to date on whatever is happening at the Burrow."

Once Lily and Harry had disappeared through the green flames, McGonagall escorted Ron and Hermione to Gryffindor to pick up the last of their belongings.

"Hurry, Mr. Weasley, the carriages are waiting," McGonagall uttered.

"Coming! I just forgot my broom cleaning kit!"

Once all was ready, Ron and Hermione joined the group of students that were heading to the train. They walked outside to a gloriously sunny day, and then got into the carriages. Ron felt like he was being mocked by the sun, by the fresh air, and by the smiles of the students who were ready for summer. Honestly, all of it annoyed him right now. He didn't want to be away from Hermione or Harry. He worried about what could happen, especially after he had overheard McGonagall speaking with Mrs. Snape in the hospital wing. He hadn't told Hermione about the conversation he overheard, but he was deeply concerned and remembered every word.

"Everyone keeps tip-toeing around me as if I'll break any minute. Please be honest with me!"

With a sigh, McGonagall answered, "The intelligence says the Dark Lord is furious and will hunt down the chosen one until he's dead. The Black Hand and the Death Eaters will come after all of you."

"Would you help strengthen the wards? With everyone's magic involved, the spell will be more powerful."

"Of course I will. Once the students have departed, I'll go to Hogsmeade and do my best."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Lily!"

"Minerva. Thank you, Minerva."

Ron awoke from his reverie as the carriages arrived at the station. He jumped off the thing and gave a hand to Hermione to help her get down. The gentlemanly gesture put a smile on Hermione's face and Ron grinned back, but his beam was disrupted as he noticed Malfoy doing the same thing for his sister and making her smile. What the hell is that about? he wondered.

Hermione saw Ron's expression and automatically knew what he was thinking. "It's just a friendly gesture," she whispered. He looked unconvinced.

"Let it go," she pleaded.

"Fine."

Once they were in the train, the ride went as usual. Ron, Hermione, and Draco headed to the Prefects' compartment and got instructions for patrolling the train. Overall, the Head Boy and Head Girl were brief, which suited Ron and Hermione just fine. They wanted a chance to be alone, even if it was just patrolling.

They did as the Heads had asked and once they finished their patrol they stood still in an empty hallway and looked at each other.

"I'm going to miss you loads," said Ron, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"Me too, I love you," whispered Hermione. "Maybe I can ask Lily to let us visit the Burrow."

"Maybe, but don't come if it's not safe. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Ron reached for her hand and Hermione responded by lacing their fingers together.

"Come on," she said, pulling him to walk to the back of the train.

"Where are we going?"

"We need to be alone and I have an idea."

Hermione let go of his hand and walked to the next train car. They passed the car where Ginny sat with Luna, Neville, and Draco, then one more car, and then they arrived at the very end of the train. They were now in an area neither had ever entered before. Ron eyed Hermione with curiosity.

"I heard about this compartment my first year, when I talked to the conductor. He said the very last car is where everyone's trunks go, along with any items that the Headmaster wants to send to the Ministry. No one ever goes in there until we reach King's Cross."

"And you're just telling me this NOW?"

"I didn't see the need to use it before. It might be against the rules actually," she answered, looking hesitant about her original plan.

"Alohamora," said Ron and the door to the cargo car opened. "Too late to back off now," he teased.

She entered, pretending she didn't really have to go in, though she knew nothing could stop her from having some time alone with Ron.

The car was dimly lit with wooden boxes piled on one side and trunks on the other. Hermione cast bluebell flames to see the place better. There were leather nets holding things together, though some of the boxes sat freely on the floor. It was far from spectacular, but it was a place to be alone. Ron got behind Hermione and hugged her. Then he whispered into her ear, "So, what would you like to do?"

She giggled and said, "I don't know."

"Sweet Merlin, call a Healer! Hermione Granger doesn't know something!" he teased.

"Shush!" she admonished. "It's not funny!" Hermione stated as she ineffectively tried to snake out of his arms.

"Don't get mad, love," he pleaded.

"Then don't mock me, Ronald."

"I'm not. I'm just having a bit of fun. I won't get to tease you all summer."

At that she stopped struggling and her expression softened. She turned to face him and saw an adoring look in his eyes. It completely mollified her and she couldn't help but beam in joy.

"You're mad, you know."

"Absolutely, mad about my brilliant girlfriend," Ron answered and then kissed her.

Their kiss began as a sweet peck on the lips, but soon became more urgent. The anxiety about their upcoming time apart coursed through them, making them yearn for closeness. Their bodies craved each other, for a promise that they would stay loyal to their feelings and be able to meet again, to share passion, to share love. Then Ron couldn't hold himself back, not when he'd been dying to touch her all day. He gently pushed her backwards towards one of the large wooden boxes in the cargo car. Without a word, he picked her up and placed her on the box, letting his hands roam through her body freely.

The confidence and need in Ron's movements got Hermione to feel completely unguarded. She was ready to let him do as he pleased, to give into her wanton and desire. She kissed him urgently, her fingers lost in his soft flaming hair. "Ron," she gasped as his hot tongue ransacked her mouth, tasting and exploring until she was breathless. Her arms wrapped around him, trying to pull him in as close as possible. Their bodies ground against each other, needing the contact, needing the heat. Hermione sensed his fingers slowly make it under the end of her shirt and the skin in that area felt like it was on fire. This eagerness, this physical closeness, still felt new and terrifying. Yet, their contact was elating and undeniably right.

Hermione could feel Ron, hard and strong against her, and a wild impulse made her reach out and brush her hand against his erection.

"Fuck, Hermione! You drive me mad!" he confessed, before claiming her mouth again and then trailing kisses down her neck.

"Don't stop. Never stop," she pleaded in one sweet murmur.

Ron couldn't bear it any longer. He continued kissing her but with increased purpose, roughness, and no inhibitions. His hands then worked on lifting her shirt off her and it didn't take long before he succeeded in that task. Hermione quivered in his arms, throwing her head back as his hands caressed her smooth, warm flesh. Ron lowered his head, licking at her neck and making Hermione moan with need. She pushed him a bit away and began working on his shirt.

Ron watched her hungry eyes and was in awe. She really wanted him. The most amazing girl in the world really loved him and needed him. He was fascinated by her and completely lost in the sensations she aroused in him. "I love you," he whispered hoarsely. She looked at him, smiled, and then kissed him but this time with an excruciating tenderness that nearly brought tears to his eyes.

"I love you so much," she moaned against his lips.

He pulled her close again and his hands went to her back, more precisely to her bra, but he found no way to open the thing. Where in the bloody hell is the clasp thing? He thought in annoyance. Then he heard her giggle against his mouth and whisper, "It opens at the front." He moved a bit away from her and saw the smirk on her face.

"Why do you torture me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said innocently. Then she moved her hand to the front of her bra and opened it, letting her beautiful mounds pop free. He reached out and cupped her breasts with his hands. She was as beautiful as he remembered her and her chest looked perfect as it rose and fell rapidly, with nipples dark and hard.

Hermione whimpered in delight as he stroked slowly, carefully, determined to show her tenderness. But she wasn't having any of it. She put her hands on his and got him to squeeze her exposed tits good and proper, and make her feel like a woman - his woman.

"You're fucking perfect," he managed to say reverently.

They moved closer and embraced each other, bare skin touching, rubbing, and making them both moan with pleasure. Ron kissed her again, shuddering at the feel of her full mounds pressed tightly against his chest. She ran her hands down his bare back as his mouth moved down her throat, kissing and nipping as he slowly descended towards her breasts.

Almost shyly, he lifted his head and looked up at Hermione. She was flushed, but managed to give him a smile and nod of approval. Then he brushed his lips against her lovely skin, making her gasp beautifully. He loved knowing that he could make her feel good; that he was the cause of her sounds, of her pleasure. He traced her tit with his tongue and finally got her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Hermione was shaking with desire and her thighs parted as though of their own volition. Almost unconsciously, she began rubbing herself against him.

"You're so damned beautiful."

"So are you," she whispered.

Ron groaned, trembling as he cupped her bare breasts and ransacked them with his hot mouth, leaving marks of his presence. His entire body was practically twitching, with a monstrous erection trapped inside his trousers. Hermione pushed him a bit away, jumped off the box, and took off her trainers. Ron smiled and worked on unbuttoning her jeans. Together they pulled those off her and placed them on the box so she could sit on them. Ron lifted her again and then stood in front of her with his mouth watering. She looked glorious, in just her knickers and white socks, with her face blushed, and her tits exposed and ready for him. He cupped her face, gently stroking her hair back, and she parted her legs a little so he could stand right between them. She ran her hand down his bare chest, lingering over his pale skin, taking pleasure in the feeling of it.

"Merlin," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice sounding low and deep. He opened his eyes and looked at her with a mix of disbelief and undeniable desire. He couldn't help but smile when their eyes met. She was the most amazing and beautiful girl he had ever seen. He couldn't fathom anyone else who could make him feel the way Hermione did. Slowly he let his hands touch her - first her breasts, then her stomach and her thighs, until boldly his fingers got in her knickers.

Ron groaned as he sensed the moist heat that was surrounded by her patch of hair. His fingers stroked her gently, feeling just how womanly, warm, and slick she was. It was magnificent and the idea that he was responsible for her state made him feel even more aroused. He took a breath and focused on her, on pleasing her, and making her feel good. Then he caressed her gorgeous, round arse, and pulled her knickers down to her thighs. He gently pushed her to lie on the wooden box and finished taking the knickers off. Ron couldn't contain his manly groan when he saw her nude body, with only the cute white socks left on her. His hands reached out, tracing her soft skin and adoring every piece of her. Then he lifted and parted her legs, leaving her feet planted at the corners of the large box, and settling his eyes right between her thighs. The hair there was dark, curly, and alluring, enclosing that exquisite part of her that was glistening with the juicy evidence of her female desires. He knew, right then, that he would never tire of seeing her naked form - beautiful, stripped off any doubts, and ready for his love.

Hermione couldn't help but blush as she felt him caressing her, loving her, opening her up, and looking at her most intimate area. Even though this wasn't the first time he touched her this way, she still worried a bit about what he may think of her, of her body. But she couldn't stop him. This felt too good, too right, too meant to be. She let him do as he pleased and relished in the worshiping expression he had on his face as he studied her. She was about to tell him that she loved how he looked when they did this, but she lost her train of thought as Ron began to sprinkle soft pecks on her thighs and then downwards, until his face was there, with kisses lingering where her thighs ended.

As Ron watched her beauty, he couldn't help but think about some of the things he wanted to try from a certain book he had gotten his hands on. He had already put into practice some of the tips from the 'Pleasing a Dream Witch' book and they had worked brilliantly. But he wondered if Hermione would like what he was aching to do, what he had dreamed of trying since his readings. He gave into his desires and kissed his way down her legs until he was right there, ready to please her. His lips were so close... Then he ran his fingers alongside her clit and asked, "Can I… umm… kiss you… there?"

Hermione couldn't think straight as she felt his fingers playing with her clit and his kisses so close to her virginal area. Then she heard, "Can I… umm… kiss you… there?" She felt nervous and took a deep breath, wondering what to do. But as his fingers continued to rub her and making her feel so incredibly good, she simply said, "Yes." After she blurted out her answer, Hermione felt Ron's hot mouth press into her, and oh Merlin! The sensation of his wet tongue against her clit was... mind-blowing! It was beyond good, beyond arousing, beyond sensual. She felt like she was turning into a puddle of water. So she fully gave in and enjoyed the experience as the most wonderful and animalistic wails of ecstasy escaped from her lips.

He couldn't believe that he doing this. It was better than he could have had imagined. Just hearing her gasping and whimpering in joy was amazing enough. But then, noticing the sexual movement of her hips, the quivering of her thighs, and how her body seemed to come more alive than ever before as he kissed and licked and sucked… there were no words. He felt reassured and became completely enthralled, moaning softly as he slipped one his index fingers inside her.

That was too much. Hermione couldn't bear it an instant longer, tortured pleasure rushed through her entire body, enveloping and overwhelming her. Ron's tongue flicked and licked greedily as his index pumped in and out of her. His mouth and finger were completely absorbed in an instinctive ritual of adoration for his beloved.

"Ron!" she screamed as he amateurishly and yet flawlessly devoured her.

Hermione's body began to jerk on its own accord, and she threw her head back, relishing in the most intense and satisfying orgasm of her life. She moaned and panted and twisted until her release was complete. Then her legs flopped down and she panted strongly until she let out the sweetest of giggles. Ron looked up to her in adoration, his head still close to her soaked and still throbbing cunt.

She beamed with satisfaction and sat up. Then she reached out, bringing him close and kissing him tenderly. She could taste herself on his tongue, and fresh desire seeped into her at that the thought of the bliss he had just gotten her to experience. When they broke apart, Hermione held onto him tightly and Ron buried his face in her bushy hair.

"That was… I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, so much," he whispered back into her ear.

Hermione put a bit of distance between them and ran her eyes down his bare chest, admiring his smooth flushed flesh chest, loving the freckles dusted over his skin visible even in the dim light of her bluebell flame. She wanted to love him and give him just as much pleasure as he had given her. She jumped off the box and then kissed his chest with tenderness as her fingers traveled down to his jeans. She undid his button and zipper and turned them around so he could lean on the large wooden box.

"Hermione," he whispered.

"I love you," she said as she began pushing down his jeans and underpants.

He then stepped out of them and said no more, simply letting her explore. She kissed him deeply and then went downwards, caressing his neck and chest. His eyes went shut as he felt her lips on his nipples, licking them the same way he had done hers.

Her juicy lips continued trailing lower, down to his navel, and even though his body ached with anticipation Ron did not dare to open his eyes nor let any wishful thinking come to his mind. Then he felt a sweet loving peck make contact with the tip of his erection, which twitched on its own accord. He gasped and though he didn't open his eyes he knew that she had smiled when she had asked, "Good?" and he had responded with an over-excited, "YES!" After that, Ron couldn't think straight. Her lips brushed against his cum-slick head and she savoured him with her tongue. He mustered all his strength to hold back from coming even as he felt his body beginning to shudder.

Hermione had never thought that doing something like this would feel good. But, as she kissed her way down his hard cock, she felt an incredible high. Pleasing him was exciting, hot, and empowering. She got the tip inside her mouth and was thrilled to notice his beautiful groans and quivers. Pleasing him was fantastic and she felt herself getting aroused from his enjoyment.

Ron tried his best to hold on, but as he felt the rhythm of her hot wet mouth sliding up and down his shaft with her tongue inexpertly teasing the slit of the head, he knew he was ready to burst. Ron grabbed her hair gently and croaked, "Stop… Hermione… Stop…" He opened his eyes and seeing her on her knees still sucking made him shudder with pleasure, yet he still managed to plead, "Stop… I can't… hold it..."

Seductively, Hermione whispered softly, her breath making his erection twitch again, "Don't hold back. It's your turn, love." Then her wet and warm tongue licked its way along his shaft, all the way down to his balls and then back up.

"Merlin, Hermione…" he breathed out as her soft lips parted in front of the reddish head, surrounding him with the hot moistness of her mouth and re-starting a wonderful rhythm. "Fuck… Hermione…Yes! More! Faster!"

Hermione lapped her tongue on the head with increased eagerness, one hand surrounding his shaft and the other slowly massaging Ron's firm balls.

"Ahhh! I'm coming! Hermione! Hermione!"

Ron repeated his beloved witch's name and shot repeatedly into her welcoming mouth, emptying his yearning, his bursting passion, and his endless love.

Hermione tried to drink it all, but the experience was so new that she had to let go as her mouth seemed to get full quickly. She took a few deep breaths and swallowed while watching him finish his release onto the floor and her hands. He looked beautiful, his face crimson and his expression filled with satisfaction.

After a couple of seconds, Ron recovered his wits. He saw her smiling at him, still on her knees right in front of him. He helped her stand up, then grabbed his wand and cleaned the mess that was on the ground and her hands. He beamed at her. She looked absolutely perfect, her hair wilder than usual, her face flushed, and her chest bearing his love marks.

Hermione came close to him and kissed him with amazing tenderness, demonstrating her love and care for him. "I love you," she said with sincerity one more time.

"Me too, I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone."

She smiled and they held and kissed each other, their bare bodies still tingling with satisfaction and relishing in the aftermath of what they had done. After a while, they heard, "We will arrive at King's Cross Station in fifteen minutes."

That announcement broke them from their reverie and they quickly got cleaned and dressed, and made their way to one of the student compartments.

Molly Weasley anxiously waited at King's Cross Station. Lately, she felt like she had begun to imitate Alastor with her new sense of constant vigilance. But after the attack on her home, she had to be this way. That horrible day had left her on edge. She looked around once more and couldn't wait for the train to arrive so she, Estella, and Remus could take her children to the safety of Grimmauld Place. The decision to stay there had been last minute, but given that for the time being they were homeless there weren't many options. Molly had refused Estella's offer to stay in Swanson Mansion, she was still ashamed about the way she had treated that poor girl who had done nothing but love her son so very much. There was no way she would take advantage of Estella's wealth. Instead, she accepted Sirius' offer with the condition that she and her children would clean the place in exchange for staying there. Sirius tried to say it wasn't necessary, but in the end had to agree with her conditions.

Finally the train arrived and Molly was ecstatic to see her two youngest children get off the Hogwarts' Express.

"Granger, you're with us," said Alastor in his usually commanding tone.

"Yes, I'm coming. I just need my trunk," answered Hermione.

Everyone began to gather trunks and pets and get ready to go. Then Molly noticed it - the much too long good-bye hug between her son and his friend Hermione, and the look of pain in his face as he watched her disappear with Alastor and Tonks. Those were obvious indicators of feelings that were growing beyond a simple friendship.

Oh my, I don't think I can handle another situation like George and Estella. Those two only worked out because Chloe died, that poor child. But if that hadn't happened, everything between my Georgie and Estella would have been a disaster. And now, my sweet Ronnie… I must act before this becomes serious. Yes, I'll talk to Arthur tonight and Floo the Davies soon. My Ron needs to be with Anna and formalize the engagement before any major complications get us all in deep trouble.

Remember Plz R&R.