A/N: Romione's turn for alone time now, definitely M rated.

When Hermione got to Ron's room, he was sitting on his bed reading her copy of The Tales of Beetle the Bard… She stood in the doorway with a smile on her face. She loved watching Ron while he read something that he found interesting. He didn't do it much but when he found something, he was passionate about, like Quidditch for example, he read meticulously. Hermione knew that Beetle's stories were his childhood. She plopped down casually on his bed facing him with her legs snaked together as she leaned in close to him.

"There's something about watching you read that builds my excitement." Her mouth was turned upward in a grin.

Ron lowered the book from his eyes. "Not as much as seeing you nearly does me in most of the time, it's bloodyhard on me."

Hermione was aware of the sexual innuendo of Ron's last four words and returned it teasingly. "Well, I think you're used to me being hard on you." She tempered him with a curious smile. "Why am I distracting you so much anyway?"

"You're dressed in short shorts and a t-shirt. You may as well not be wearing them." Said Ron sounding like a man barely keeping his cool.

"That can be arranged, very easily." Said Hermione quite playfully.

"You're killing me, I can see so much leg… I-I mean, I don't think you realize how distracting your skin is for me and it's soft too!" Ron spoke with emphasis, like she was mesmerizing and exasperating him all at once.

"I don't think any guy has ever been distracted by me." She wore a teary yet grateful smile. "Nobody, not even at Muggle University. Although, to be fair, that was from the ages of eight to ten and I was the only kid there. Still didn't stop people from being rude and obnoxious to me."

Ron smiled. "You a child prodigy in the Muggle world that's not surprising."

Hermione shrugged. "I'm just plain me… You-you seem to love everything about me. I don't think I'll ever understand why but I really appreciate it."

Hermione leaned into his chest letting out a throaty moan… That smell, it was the same thing that she'd smelled in Amortentia, Ron's unique scent. Hermione was never sure when or why she started coming undone by the very smell of Ron Weasley. When she became completely aware of the effect it had on her back then it was just coming from his hair. Now, just over a year later, she could smell it everywhere on him… It made quiver with arousal, she was addicted to that scent, to Ron.

"What were you saying? You smell so good I'm getting distracted now."

He eyed her suggestively. "I thought I heard a moan come out of you."

He restated what he had been saying that she evidently didn't hear. " I said I didn't know those Muggle Universities were named after colors." He nodded to her Brown University t-shirt, changing out of her dress for comfort.

She chuckled squeezing him against her. "Well they aren't named after colors." She explained with a tickled smile. "Quite often they are named after the people and this is no exception." She had a nostalgic look now. "That was the one college I wanted to go to when my parents and college recruiters realized that I was smart enough to go to college at seven years old. It's in America actually, Rhode Island. My parents bought me this shirt when I was accepted, but my magic started to reveal itself by the time I turned 9. Two years before I would have graduated as the youngest student in the history of Brown. The age of 11 ironically enough. My parents were so freaked out they kept me out of school for the next two years until I got my Hogwarts letter and found out I was a witch. Still I kept the shirt knowing I would eventually fit into it."

"There's so many things that Muggles don't get enough credit for… I always forget that Muggle education can last as long as twenty years for certain careers, I'd rather another war." He looked pained. "Okay, that's not true, but I don't think I'm going to make up my seventh year."

Hermione nodded expectantly. "That's okay, but I definitely am, and I think Harry might be too."

"You I expected, Harry not so much." Ron was clearly surprised by the idea of Harry also returning to school without him.

Hermione noticed the expression on Ron's face. She was subdued too. "It caught me by surprise too Ron, but I reckon Harry isn't ready to face the real world yet. I can't say I blame him." She sighed. "He said he was going back to minimize press attention, and to be with Ginny. I think he really wants to make up some time with her after being gone the last year, and after all the time they could have had before then where she's concerned, if he had seen her as more than just your little sister back then."

Ron grimaced. "You don't need to tell me that Ginny's the biggest reason Harry would go back for his seventh year. It's not easy knowing that my best friend and sister will be snogging and eventually shagging."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on Ron, it's not like their relationship is casual. Her Patronus changed into a Doe, the mate to Harry's Stag. A change like that only ever happens if love is true and now that we know about soul bonded magic, you have nothing to worry about with them." Her voice was soft.

"It's weird as hell though." Said Ron bluntly.

"Don't you think that's how Harry feels about us?" She reminded him pointedly. "I mean we're basically his brother and sister Ron."

Ron nodded in agreement. "Alright, fair point… Harry seems different, something still feels not quite the same between us too. He's not mad or anything, but I know now that I permanently stained our friendship when I left and it won't be like it was before I left that night." He sounded resigned now.

"I don't think that's true and I don't even think that his mood change has anything to do with you. He's struggling Ron… One minute he's frustrated, the next minute he's so consumed by guilt that he's crying and punching the floor until his hand breaks… He said he took me for granted for seven years."

"Is he mental? I'm the one who took you both for granted." Said Ron dismissing Harry's notion.

"Ginny said that his patience seems to have died with Voldemort. Can't really blame him for that or for being all over the place… Give him time, the locket Horcrux destroyed the innocence of our friendship. I think he is mourning that loss, it's the only form of innocence he ever knew."

"That makes sense, the locket Horcrux forced us all to accept we're not kids anymore, that our choices create cause and effect."

He sighed deeply now. "It didn't break our friendship, but loss of innocence is tough, especially when it happened because of Voldemort. Harry probably thought our friendship was the one thing Voldemort couldn't touch and then I let him twist my head around, Ginny was right to tear me a new one." Ron had to check his anger almost slamming the book shut, luckily, he calmed himself.

Hermione squeezed Ron's hand affectionately. "Don't worry, we'll all be better than we ever were whether it takes months, years or decades…" Changing the subject, Hermione glanced at her inherited copy of Tales of Beetle the Bard. "Any particular reason you were reading fairy tales you've heard plenty of times? I know you, if you read anything it's usually something new that you get immediate benefit from it… like Quidditch Through the Ages, or 12 Failsafe Ways to Charm Witches." There was a knowing grin on her face.

Ron reddened a bit. "Normally yeah… But this is different, these stories, they helped me feel better when I was little, and I reckon I thought that they would make it easier to cope. That, and I dunno… I wanted to remember them clearly again, for our kids down the road. You know, have a mix of magic and Muggle fairytales."

Hermione's breath stopped at his words. Suddenly she was picturing her and Ron's children. Small freckled, red, or brown-bushy-haired little ones. Witty, intelligent, stubborn a mix of them both. The mental image was emotionally overwhelming her.

"Kids, I never thought I'd get the chance…" Hermione shifted laying on Ron's bed with her legs snaked. Her voice had a dreamy, girlish quality now. "That you've been thinking of kids, a family, it's so wonderful. I've wanted us for so long." She was overcome with a surge of arousal from Ron's hands on her thighs. "You have no idea how often I had to settle for thinking about us being together during a wank."

"Hang on, you thought of me when you… Blimey Hermione…" He was feeling inwardly hot now.

"My Mum always warned me that some boys need the girl to take the lead and let them know their feelings before they reciprocate, not that I would have led with you being my inspiration during a wank back then," There was a an amused smirk on her face as she watched his mind continue to comprehend her revelation. "But I should have listened to my mother's advice." Hermione let out a regretful sigh now. "I didn't because I was afraid of embracing the way you make me feel and before I knew it, I was stuffing it down unless I was in the middle of a wank…" She blushed a little bit but kept eye contact. "That worked from the first time I did it in third year and even after the Yule Ball mess…" At his shocked expression she drove the point home. "Yes, Ron even after that mess I still thought about us being like we are now. That night was certainly an angry wank though… I know now I was mostly angry at myself for ignoring my mother's advice again." She advanced seductively on Ron now and anxiously gripped his Cannons t-shirt. "By sixth year I bought daydream charms from your brothers shop at the start of term, they worked, at least until Lavender got to you and I finally understood the meaning of being hopelessly in love."

Ron was speechless…

When he finally found words, he was in disbelief. "I can't believe it." There was awe all over his reaction.

"Us girls have to satisfy ourselves too you know." She reminded him as she flaunted her eyes at him, pleased by his awkward grin at her explicit statement.

"Well yeah…" He said admittedly, turning red like his hair. "I just didn't think I'd be starring as your inspiration during a wank. Not back then. How in Merlin do I get you going? I'm just a gangly ginger…" He asked baffled.

Hermione's response was quiet, but her eyes were charged with arousal. "Oh Ron, I'm so glad I can tell you now, you've always been who I thought about for lots of reasons. If you think the way you look isn't a big factor, you're very wrong…" Hermione took off his shirt admiring his chest with passion in her eyes.

She went up his chest with slow kisses until she met his lips in a driven and passionate snog… Her hands ran slowly along Ron's back pressing in at every defined muscle, all while her tongue brushed routinely against his, like a game of tennis. He was running his hand up the inside of her mostly bare right leg. Hermione gave a sharp exhale at the way his fingers traveled slowly stopping just before making contact with her underwear… Ron broke from Hermione's mouth to focus on both sides of her face, kissing steadily from behind her ears to the base of her neck before he looked into her eyes with mesmerized stare.

"You seemed so mad whenever we fought, I was always confused, you are an enigma and I'm always trying to figure you out Hermione." Ron quietly confessed his expression slowly became resigned again.

Hermione put one hand on the more freckled left side of his face, it was an apologetic action. "I was mad, but I should have just taken you somewhere private and snogged you senseless." She said wistfully. "It took me too many years to figure out that being right isn't important but being happy is everything and you, Ron Weasley, make me deliriously happy." Her admission was a seductive whisper in Ron ear.

Hermione let her hands roam his body, digging the tips of her fingers gently into his chest as she went, down farther and farther… Ron hitched slightly as her fingers met his hard erection through his shorts.

He whispered back with juvenile curiosity. "Is this how your imagination went?"

Her face awash in nostalgia, Hermione answered with a quiet heat. "The first time we held hands, I felt so much in that moment and I'd never been turned on before then, but I had to duck away to the loo the first moment that I could… I started by thinking simple enough the first time. A kiss, a brief snog made me so giddy, but I have such small fingers that it took a few more times before I figured out how to make the most of my time, but I was always thinking about this, about the two of us together." There was a charged expression on her face like she was turned on from the memories of being turned on by Ron…

He was hanging on every word she said, working hard to keep his mouth from stupidly falling open. "You have no bloody idea how much I never thought you fancied me, and this is making up for that in every way!"

Hermione giggled at Ron's juvenile enthusiasm and pulled him back into a sitting position, straddling his lap.

She continued casually playful, weaving her hands through his red hair. "When you stood up to Snape in third year well… Thank Merlin for cleaning spells, the Time-Turner wasn't the only thing that caused me stress that year." Hermione was surprised how much she enjoyed telling Ron about the development of her sexual attraction to him. They'd already had sex, but their first time was massive emotional fulfillment after they had unpacked a lot of baggage between the two of them. Now, both felt driven sexually more than emotionally, while determined to take things slowly this time. Her face turned "Honestly, I was relieved when you started being so flat out rude because it meant I didn't have worry about wanking for a while."

Ron's curiosity couldn't be contained. "Just how often have I been in your head while you decided to wank over the last four years."

Hermione whispered with a quiet heat. "Every single time… It's also quite maddening that you smell so good to me. The first time I realized it was describing the scents I smelled describing Amortentia right in the middle of Slughorn's first Potions class. It was just your hair then, but now I can smell it coming off your body too." She gently sucked on the bottom of his ear clearly trying to taste him. It was a bit greedy, but she couldn't help herself.

Ron's heart sped up alarmingly now. "Bloody hell Mione, hearing how much I affected you, even back then, makes me feel special."

Hermione stopped kissing Ron and locked eyes with him again, her face full of love highlighted by a warm tight-lipped smile. "Ron," She met his forehead cupping both cheeks in her hands brushing her thumbs against the freckles. "You are special, you're the most special person of my entire life."

"I love you for believing that and I feel the same about you. That is why I'm going to make sure our second time is less awkward." He said quietly.

She was adamantly reassuring now. "It wasn't awkward the first time either, having you inside me is the best feeling in the world, we just got there too fast if anything, but things have been at a great pace this time."

Hermione met his lips again, the kiss steadily escalating as they nibbled at each other's lips every so often and soon they parted an invitation for their tongues to participate and they did, leisurely drifting around inside one another's mouth… Ron had more technique due to more experience while Hermione was learning on the fly, noticing that he would moan in satisfaction whenever the tip of her tongue teased the back of his mouth; She tasted like candy to him and he could have lived there in her mouth, thinking what a shame it was that it was impossible to do that. After a while of just mouth to mouth, Hermione's hands began moving slowly down his back, lingering on every defined muscle which seemed to pulse at her touch. Ron's hands responded, moving slowly to the hem of Hermione's Brown University t-shirt, lifting it a bit clumsily off over her head. It interrupted their snogging while Hermione gave a soft chuckle, lifting her arms to aid in removing her shirt before Ron blindly through it aside and it landed with a soft airy thud on his bedroom floor. Hermione slowly laid down on top of Ron as both of them stretched out on his bed.

"Sorry about snagging your shirt on your hair Mione, I was hoping I could do at least one thing smoothly but I guess not." Said Ron apologetically.

She looked at him with a dismissive smile. "Don't, it's getting out of hand, I should really go short."

"No," Said Ron immediately as one hand disappeared into her forest of hair. "I love your bushy hair; I wouldn't know what to do with my hands if you went short."

Hermione's eyes danced suggestively. "They could roam my body which would welcome." She merged herself completely into his body with a deeply passionate kiss.

It was several minutes later Ron broke the kiss. "God, I love you so much Hermione Granger!" He said emphatically, as his heart beat faster just from looking at her.

Ron gently cupped one of her breasts through her light tan bra, sliding his thumb underneath it so its flat made contact with her hardened nipple, producing a sigh of satisfaction from Hermione.

"The calluses on the tips of your hands…" She said almost anxiously. Ron withdrew his hand quickly assuming that he'd caused discomfort. She reassured him otherwise as she calmed herself "No, it felt great, I didn't mean to confuse you it's just that's my most immediately sensitive area so I tend to get nonsensically vocal, it would have helped if I'd told you beforehand." She blushed through a smile.

Ron's hand hovered tentatively above her breasts. "Are you sure?" He asked cautiously.

"Yes, in fact," She reached behind her back taking a minute to unhook her bra and then tossing it aimlessly on the floor with other discarded clothes. Then she melted back into his body… "I'm positive." She kissed him tenderly, one hand cupping his head underneath while her right hand and slotting his short red hair through the gaps between her fingers as she did.

Ron responded similarly, cupping the back of her head with his left hand while his right hand gently felt one of her breasts, extremely aware of how soft the exterior, yet ridged the interior felt… Most notably her nipple which was fully erect and primed for his mouth, though Ron instead found himself pinching it gently with his thumb and forefinger frequently, his intentions deliberately slow compared to their first time they engaged in sexual activities a few days ago.

"Slow and steady is quite enjoyable, but I don't think I'll last very long like that." Said Hermione absentmindedly.

Hermione emphasized this by trailing back down Ron's chest with kisses and then taking off the rest of his clothes in a blur…

Ron was almost breathless as she teased his member with her lips. "I should know better then to keep you waiting."

She smiled readily. "Oh I don't think you kept me waiting."

Hermione took his full erection in her hand. Her fingers dancing slowly along it, as if occupying herself while she thought about what her approach would be, an eager smile soon crossed her face as her tongue ran the length of him before sucking gingerly on his head.

"You always turn me… into a puddle of goo Mione. How in the name of Merlin…" Ron's pleasure stalled the rest of his sentence and his eyes drifted lazily.

"I am glad for your sake I didn't go all in immediately. Are you okay?." The concern in her voice was evident.

"You're, this, is too good to be true." He said anxiously.

She was blunt in response. "You couldn't be more wrong Ron, this is very true and very real."

Hermione drove home that point by giving Ron a very purposeful and deliberate blowjob. She closed her mouth around his length and began to suck firmly, slow to start as she wet its entirety several times over until it gave an involuntary hitch inside her mouth.

"Bloody hell you're incredible Hermione I swear…" He let out a guttural growl now. "I'm… close. Fuck am I close."

Hermione quickened her pace in response and Ron managed to work his hands into her now lengthy bushy hair, it suddenly felt like velvet in his hands. The sight of Hermione's head bobbing up and down frantically as her mouth escalated in its pace on his member, made Ron so hot that he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Fuuuck I'm so damn close!" He said in frustration

Hermione seemed to make up her mind on the spot and gingerly took all of him into her mouth, making Ron go wide-eyed as he closed his eyes in concentration… It was Hermione's simultaneous stimulation of his bollocks from her hands that finally made Ron climax… He unloaded for what seemed like a long time right down her throat… Hermione thought his seed tasted like a thick rather pleasant though she could not quite liken the taste to anything specific… Maybe a very thick soup broth. She was certainly glad to have finally tasted Ron considering how much the smell of him made her drunk with pleasure. As soon as Ron was empty Hermione carefully released him and he worked to catch his breath.

"You rest, I got a little greedy at the end there." She said apologetically as she laid herself next to him making sure they were face to face again.

"In this case you being selfish is a win-win." Said Ron with a long winded amazement.

"Well you still think this is too good to be true so I had to prove you wrong." She said watching Ron with satisfaction.

"I shouldn't be surprised, that's your default setting." Said Ron smirking playfully at Hermione.

"If you aren't careful I'm just going keep having my way with you until you're begging me to let you catch your breath." Said Hermione with a mischievous glint in her eyes while she rubbed his chest softly.

"Oh, no you don't." Said Ron as he suddenly sprang into action. "It's my turn now." He said adamantly as he situated himself at Hermione's legs, his expression hungry as he removed her knickers which she welcomed.

She blushed. "I haven't shaved, my fanny is getting out of hand… You're not seriously thinking of eating me out knowing that are you?" Said Hermione in disbelief.

"Why would I care about that?" Said Ron teasing the patch of hair on her outer lips with interest. "I've never seen or played with a girls fanny."

"You're welcome to study mine." She said her look entirely forward as she spread her legs apart as much as they would allow.

"It looks like the inside of a flower, it's so… perfect. Where do I start?" He asked uncertainly.

"I usually start with a finger or two on the inside but you do whatever you like." Her voice was casual and content.

Ron was suddenly overwhelmed by what he was looking at. "Can you show me? You girls have a lot of plumbing down here I don't want to mess up when I do it."

"If I didn't know any better I would think you just want to watch me get myself off." Said Hermione in playful suspicion.

"What no, I'm being serious, it's a maze in there and a little direction would help!" Said Ron plainly.

Hermione giggled. "Oh, so now you don't mind me teaching you? That figures… Let's start with something simple, the folds, spend a little time playing around with them."

Ron noted how incredibly soft and pliable these folds were and flexed them for several minutes, sliding his fingers slowly along this dedicated flesh.

"What now? I really don't want to mess things up for you." Ron noted Hermione's elevated breathing.

"You think too much Ronald, trial and error is a very practical way to learn, my advice is just stick your finger or tongue inside me and look around." Said Hermione bluntly,

"Uh right then." Said Ron shyly. "Just give me signs that I'm doing a decent job."

"My body will do that automatically." She said reassuringly.

Ron nodded and set to work… He slid a finger inside her opening but removed it almost immediately from shock. "You, you're so wet… Did you piss that's alright if you did it's just really wet!"

She giggled more loudly now. Of course I didn't piss, that's vaginal fluid Ron, it stays wet to prevent infection and aid in taking in your todger."

Oh Merlin that's good to know because it's a lake in there." Said Ron sheepishly.

"It does get rather wet especially during sexual activities." Said Hermione admittedly. "Don't let my fanny overwhelm you, just have fun with it. I'm completely relaxed."

"Yeah I was just nervous because well you are incredible and I want to make sure you feel that way." Said Ron shyly.

"That's not going to be a problem." Said Hermione as though she didn't have a care in the world.

Hermione's confidence in him settled Ron's nerves and he stuck his finger back inside her fanny… He immediately noted how spongy this flesh was and just how deep Hermione went… The whole of his index finger was inside her now and there was considerable room for him to flex it against these inner most walls which flooded his finger with fluid and left Hermione in an intense reverie.

"Oh god Ron, keep going with more please." Said Hermione anxiously.

After a moment's hesitation Ron lowered his head between legs and ran his tongue along her fanny noticing the distinct taste of it, when he found her clit he became greedy, taking it into his mouth completely and lapping it with his tongue for several minutes.

"Don't stop Ronald, I always wanted this…" She trailed off reduced to loud sounds of satisfaction as he began sucking on her clit like candy… Even now Ron didn't stop, using two fingers inside her. "There! Yes, Ron!"

He had found her G-spot forcing Hermione to bite down on her knuckles to stop herself from screaming, as she clenched around his fingers and she thrust violently against their rapid movement several times before a torrential deluge escaped her fanny and she gave a final shutter of exhaustion, vaguely aware that Ron was now lapping up her fluids as if he'd been doing it for years…

"You want every last bit of me, I never thought anyone would." Said Hermione dreamily.

"Then there's things you need to get used to too." Said Ron affectionately pausing briefly before ran his tongue inside her, pursing his lips against the heart of her opening, causing a wonderful warming sensation in the heart of her fanny.

"I need all of you, now." She said desperately.

Ron obliged her request, carefully merging atop her body and, after feeling a familiar sweeping sensation along his back, Ron thrust inside Hermione purposefully, also meeting her lips.

"That better Mione?" He asked affectionately.

"I love being here, having you connected, inside me like this, I never realized how right it would feel." She said quietly.

"I can't say enough how much I love you Hermione Granger, I've tried to show you instead." Said Ron tenderly.

"I've definitely noticed that." She said serenely.

"So much wasted time." He trailed off apologetically.

"That doesn't matter anymore." She reassuringly told him cupping his cheek with one hand.

They kissed again and Hermione made sure her legs were wrapped tightly around Ron's hips while he began thrusting softly as they fell into a rhythm together. He occupied himself by planting routine kisses on Hermione's neck and then her breasts as they built up momentum slowly savoring it… After Ron spent time on her breasts with his mouth and tongue their speed was much faster and soon they urged each other over the edge.

"Hermione I want everything with you." Said Ron anxiously.

"You will, I am yours Ron I was always yours. It's a bit selfish but right now the thing I want most is for you to let go inside of me again… I want what will help create our children in me so badly. I'm aching for it." She said heatedly.

"Did you remember protection?" He asked cautiously.

"A while ago, I wouldn't be the brightest witch of our age if I forgot that." Said Hermione bluntly.

Ron grinned and they kissed again before working together to a huge climax. Hermione meeting each of his thrusts with perfect timing, causing the noise of the mattress to become very loud, yet it was drowned out by the vocal satisfaction from Hermione.

YES… RON YES!"

It was utter bliss and she moaned loudly several times before gripping his erection tightly and led Ron over the edge, breathing heatedly though the surge of his seed into her as she exploded too… Yet they felt something else… Magic started to pool around them. Threads of gold shot from Hermione's heart into Ron's and vice versa. Both of them left acutely aware of something extra happening to them.

"That was magic that manifested just now." Said Hermione earnestly. "I saw your memories and I can hear your thoughts and yes that was absolutely brilliant."

"That's what that was, how is possible?" Asked Ron curiously.

"It looks like a soul bond connects people in several ways." She said thoughtfully

That makes me the luckiest bloke on the planet…

"Yes you are, but I'm equally lucky." Said Hermione brightly.

"It looks like magic just showed it's approval of us." Said Ron with a very happy smile. "That's good because I would rather be alone than without you.

"You don't ever have to worry about that Ron." Hermione reassured him tenderly. "I'm with you always."

"Good because I couldn't cope without you Mione, the funeral is so close, too close." He shuddered.

Don't think about that just focus on me… She thought gently before cocooning into his body and taking his hand.

"I love you Mione, and I always will." Said Ron gratefully.

"Me too Ron, always." Said Hermione tenderly as they drifted into a nap…