A/N: Look at that two updates in a row. This chapter took a while to get right, but chapters with sex are always tricky!
A few days later, Hermione and Ron decided to take the morning checking her parent's house for signs of infiltration by Death Eaters. That was because this was where the interview with Rita Skeeter was happening now and that afternoon no less.
"The Death Eaters broke in here, but that was bound to happen. Just means you were smart modifying your parents' memories." Ron said gently.
Hermione wasn't sure how she kept her composure as she took all the damage to her childhood home. There was a wounded tone to her voice. "My parents would hate the state of the house. Most of the rooms look like a bomb went off. The kitchen is all that's in the decent shape down here." She whispered nervously, having stopped at the bottom of the upstairs landing. "It could be awful up there."
"Your room is up here then?" Asked Ron quietly.
Hermione gave him a subdued smile. "Yes, come on, and I'll show you; I just hope there is still something left to see." Taking Ron's hand, she walked upstairs with him.
Hermione inhaled sharply. "Oh god, Ron, they destroyed every room except mine!" She was distraught, sliding weakly to the ground as she tried to absorb the damage to the second floor.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Ron said, heartbroken at the anguish on her face. He pulled her into a tight hug as she sobbed into his chest.
She was angry amid her now shaky voice. "I can't believe—they've ruined mm—my hh—house. In the attic, they've blown the ladder in entirely! That's where we ss-store yy—years' worth of stuff!"
"I will never complain about the ghoul in our attic again," Ron said, trying to add some fun to the moment.
"That thing is loud," Hermione said with a weak chuckle.
Ron dried her tears, his expression very empathetic. "We should check your room."
"Why is my room the only one still in decent shape up here?" Hermione wept.
"Hard to search a room you've destroyed; I reckon they assumed that any useful information was in there." Ron reasoned as he gently encouraged her to stand again. "They didn't realize you are a genius, far too brilliant to leave anything valuable here; come on, it looks like your room is a mess but otherwise, okay.
She stopped briefly and collapsed into Ron with her head over his shoulder in a hug. "Ron, thank you. I love you so much!"
"I love you too; I just wish I was in your house and seeing your room for the first time under better circumstances." He said quietly.
She gave him a subdued smile. "Me too, but I'm glad you're here all the same."
Hermione's room was how Ron had expected it to look. There were pale blues along the walls, and her bedding was colors that were not very girly; light and dark grey. In short, it reflected well that she wasn't too outwardly feminine but instead very bookish and a nerdy tomboy.
Hermione took a seat at her desk; she looked a little sheepishly around. "It's pretty dull compared to your room."
Ron shrugged. "It looks like I thought it would honestly as a nerdy bookworm lived in it; I can see you soaking up the stuff you learned, content by yourself."
"I tried adding a little Gryffindor flavor to it, but I don't have much of a feel for decorating," Hermione said quietly.
"You've seen my room, I don't either, but it's filled with what interests me. It looks like you had the same idea." Ron said thoughtfully.
Hermione got up and stared at her bed, sounding very subdued. "The last time I slept in here was the night before I modified my parent's memories, and now most of the house is a wreck." She gave a small sniff as tears escaped her eyes.
Ron embraced Hermione from behind. "Mione, we were all wanted by the Death Eaters, and they controlled the Ministry." He whispered gently.
Hermione turned into him anxious, feeling newly devasted. "I know, but I stole their lives, and now… Even if we repair the house itself, most of our stuff is gone."
"You protected them; you had to do it!" Ron said firmly.
"By taking away everything that made them who they were, I should have given them a choice!" There was a pained expression on her face as she looked up at Ron.
Ron sighed heavily. "Muggles were cattle in Voldemort's rule; they were in too much danger, I know you know that. We don't even know if the Fidelius Charm would have worked because the Ministry takeover allowed Voldemort's Death Eater regime to break protective enchantments." He gave her a gentle squeeze.
"I just can't stand the idea that they could hate me after what I've done!" Hermione despaired weakly.
"Then you have an entire group of people who love you to pieces, me the most of anyone," Run assured her.
"I can't say enough how much I love you, Ron Weasley, so I'll show you." Hermione began to kiss Ron while clumsily divesting him of his shirt purposefully.
Hermione's emotions surged during the kiss, not from heat, just overwhelming appreciation for everything Ron was to her. Best friend, partner, lover, a knight in shining armor. Her soulmate. As she deepened the kiss, Ron's hands became lost in her now lengthy, too bushy hair as his fingers moved slowly through it. Her thoughts came to him as a gentle echo in his head.
"I'm scared, Ron; I'm not ready for them to hate me."
"Do you think they will?"
"I don't want to find out; they are living content lives right now. I can't bring myself to turn things upside down again."
"Technically you'd be putting them right side up again."
The comedic thought produced a soft chuckle from Hermione that broke their kissing. She smiled gratefully at Ron. "You always make me laugh in the simplest ways, you know."
"I make logic very laughable," Ron said, grinning.
Hermione chuckled even harder at the intentional joke. "You certainly have a way with words; I usually say the wrong thing even when I mean well. That's why instead, I try to show you; God do I love you, Ron Weasley."
As she started kissing Ron again, Hermione nuzzled his ear in a small yet highly affectionate way, as if making sure every inch got attention. Her care is continuing as she moved along his neck, briefly pulling at his lips with hers. Then she was driving along his throat and eventually his chest, sucking gently on each nipple for a brief while, while her hands slid blindly ahead and fumbled with the waist of his pants. Recklessly moving was unsuccessful.
"Sorry, I hardly wear shorts even in the summer," Ron said apologetically.
"Why?" She asked, perplexed.
"I'm so bloody lanky; I hate wearing shorts unless the weather is barking hot," Ron admitted sheepishly.
"I find your lankiness extremely cute, Ron." She whispered intimately.
"That's good; you are all that matters," Ron said, his smile overflowing with appreciation. "I'm going to marry you, Hermione Granger." He said adamantly.
She raised her eyebrows in nervous shock. "Are you proposing?"
"It's a promise that once I get a ring, I am going to propose, hopefully, sooner instead of later. It's bloody annoying. I'll never be able to afford the sort of ring you deserve."
Hermione was emotional. "Oh Ron, I don't need a fancy ring."
Ron cupped one cheek with his hand, his fingers caressing it. There was dedication in his words. "You deserve one, you deserve everything, and I'll probably let you down a lot, but you're the only person I want to be with for the rest of my life."
Hermione met Ron's eyes with equal conviction. "Me too, and you could never let me down as long as we stay together and don't avoid conflict."
Ron wore a rhetorical grin. "That has never been a problem for us, Mione."
"That's true," Hermione said, chuckling softly.
Ron wore a thoughtful expression. "You know, my parents always said the secret to a successful marriage is never throwing in the towel." He laughed with a sense of dramatic irony. "Now that I think about it, Mum and Dad had some blazing rows while Bill, Charlie, and Percy were young. All three of them remember times where one would leave the house because they were so close to cursing each other. I think released that anger and hate have their place in relationships, but it's not at the person, just at the situation and how they react." His expression turned guilty. "All this finally clicked into place after that mess in the sixth year."
"I always wondered what happened with you that increasing your emotional awareness after that mess between us. I was afraid you were going to spiral in the opposite direction."
"So was I," Ron admitted quietly, "But when you wind up nearly poisoned to death, it puts in perspective what's important, and love isn't all people need, but it's the most important thing, period."
"Love will keep us together, no matter how much we grow or how bad things get because we want to stay together." Hermione grinned. "I expect kids will make things more challenging." She rubbed his chest tenderly while in a sudden daydream. "I'd really like a boy and a girl. I hated not having any siblings.
"Raising a family together, being married, I want that. Malfoy Manor made my heart shatter a little more with each of your screams." Ron's voice was emotionally unsteady now, and he seemed to be fighting tears from falling. "There is nothing that could ever scare me as much as not being able to save you."
Hermione let her forehead rest on his; her response was calm but emotional. "You did save me, Ron."
"I wasn't fast enough to stop it, to protect you." He said in a haunted whisper full of guilt. "I would go mad if anything happened to— I did go crazy, Hermione… I can't lose— "
She delicately cut him off as she tried to stem his tears. "I know; I will never forget you tried to take my place."
"I would walk through fire for you," Ron told her anxiously.
She let out an emotional breath. "You love me in all the ways it matters the most: You are the first person to defend me. You remind me to relax so that I don't wear myself out, or worse, forget to eat."
"That brilliant brain of yours sometimes gets tunnel vision; it worries me if I'm honest," Ron said tenderly.
She held his cheek, stroking it gently, her eyes full of loving adoration. "That's what made me fall in love with you, Ron. You always save me. You are willing to ease my pain or take it away completely. For once, I'm going to do the same for you."
"I'm alright, Mione," Ron said, giving a dismissive wave of his hand and a shrug.
Hermione was gently rhetorical. "Ron, I can hear your thoughts now and even before then; I have been getting very good at Legilimency. " She looked at him with a melancholy expression. "Excessive Dreamless Sleep potion is dangerous. I'm not angry," She reassured him softly. "But that's not how you should cope with Fred, or what happened to Harry, or me, or anything else."
"That's the only way I forget. I'm sorry I didn't tell you; how long have you known?" He asked anxiously.
She answered sympathetically. "A few days, I think the fear of becoming addicted finally became strong enough to occupy the surface of your mind."
"I swear I didn't mean for it, Hermione." He said, on the verge of crying.
"Oh, Ron, I know, don't cry. I promise I'm not mad, just worried." She said soothingly.
"I am too." He admitted in a low, shaky whisper.
"Come here." Hermione led him onto her bed. Her response was full of concern. "Let me help you. I would rather be your coping mechanism than see you turn to anything dangerous if you get addicted to it."
"I'm sorry." He said again, quite ashamed.
"I know, Shhh, we'll deal with what you're going through with the sleeping potions. For now, I just want to be with you; it's a far safer way to forget our troubles, I think." She said calmly.
Ron gave her a weak smile. "Thank you." He said pretty emotionally.
Hermione captured Ron's mouth in a gentle kiss, pulling at his lips occasionally for a few minutes.
"I am in Hermione Granger's room, sitting on Hermione Granger's bed." He could not hide his utter amazement that this was happening.
"I never thought I would be in this situation, having a guy in my room or my bed. Honestly, I never thought I would have a boyfriend, let alone one who loves me so much."
"You say that like I'm a goddess or something. I'm still not used to that kind of adoration." Hermione was emotional now. "Nobody has ever thought anything of how I look. You are the only one that has ever thought me beautiful, and I know now that's why your relationship with Lavender hurt me so much." She sniffed as tears finally fell. "I thought you wanted a stunningly gorgeous girl more than me. My heart broke in a way that not even your leaving had managed to break it."
"Hermione…" Ron said, highly saddened by the pain he'd caused her.
Hermione shook her head. "It's okay Ron, this is what I look like, and I've accepted it. I'm trying to explain my behavior, not make you feel guilty." She said, gaining her composure again. "I am just glad I was wrong. You love my body and the way I look. I know that now without a doubt but watching you with Lavender for those few months, I don't think I have ever thought so little of myself as I did then."
Ron sighed; there was regret in every ounce of his voice. "Ginny got under my skin during our row when I stumbled on her and Dean snogging. She rubbed my face that I hadn't kissed anyone and then blindsided me, saying, you kissed Krum. It was the second time in less than five minutes I got blindsided with awful facts. I was so mad, and I just did what she yelled at me to do."
Hermione groaned. "Ginny knows full well it was a chaste kiss on the lips at the end of a formal event. He is nearly four years older than me, and I was underage, but I didn't want to be rude!" She said in exasperation.
Ron groaned too. "Bloody hell, now I feel like even more of an arse for that row, and for taking my spat with Ginny out on you and using Lavender how I did. I never even apologized to her, and now she's dead."
Hermione was very calm. "You can't let the guilt eat at you, Ron, and at least where we are concerned; the past doesn't matter. All that matters is our future which I am so glad we have now, because God, I am so in love you!"
Hermione started a slow descent of kisses down Ron's chest, preoccupied herself with each of his pecks for a bit along her way, realizing how well-defined that part of his body was. ]Silently, Hermione coaxed Ron to stand while she took off the rest of his clothes in one swift motion, pushing him gently onto the edge of the bed. Then she knelt in front of Ron and took his hips in her hands, settling her head between his legs.
"Mione, you don't have to—" Ron fell silent as her warm breath on his groin came over him. "But that's the point, Ron; I want to make sure you feel good."
"You're amazing, you are." He said in a flattering voice as her fingers traveled lightly up his right leg, making it tingle ever so slightly.
"You know, this is my favorite thing about our sex life." She said calmly, a determined expression on her face.
Hermione dipped her head between Ron's legs and brushed her lips against his penis, moving back and forth along his shaft a few times, leaving a lingering kiss on his head. Ron moaned from his increasing erection.
"That feels brilliant, Mione!" He told her with enthusiasm.
Motivated by Ron's reaction, Hermione felt bolder. She licked slowly along with his increasing size, trying to figure out what was most pleasurable for him. She gradually increased her pace, noticing the change in how the shaft felt compared to the head. The latter was softer and more sensitive to Ron, who was now leaning back with a dazed look on his face. Hermione marveled at male erections, relishing the way his penis grew and stiffened because of her stimulation.
"You should get more comfortable, lie back for me," She said softly; Ron laid down his back with a sense of anticipation.
Hermione situated herself into a kneeling position, once more lowering her head between Ron's legs; this time, she brought his erection partially into her mouth.
"Oh, Hermione; you do everything so bloody fantastic," Ron praised, overwhelmed, as he roamed through her lengthy bushy hair. "But there's a lot more of you I love than just your great head of hair." He told her affectionately.
Hermione paused in the act of servicing Ron; a seductive smile crossed her face. "The books I've read say it's good to build anticipation, and clearly, they are right."
"You were playing keep away on purpose?" Ron asked anxiously.
She blushed guiltily. "Yes, but don't worry, I already planned on giving you a better view." She pivoted 90 degrees in the opposite direction giving Ron a fantastic view of her entire rear.
"You know how to drive me mental, Hermione, showing off your bum like that." He said impatiently, eyeing her bum quite hungrily. "Are your clothes coming off too?"
Hermione looked hopefully at him. "You always want to focus on me. Can I please focus on you?" Her voice became playfully pouty. "Otherwise, all the studying I've done on giving a good blowjob will go to waste."
"That wouldn't be good." Ron agreed empathetically, running one hand slowly along her back. "Mione, I'm sorry that I ever broke your heart." There was palpable remorse in his voice now.
She shook her head, feeling heavy guilt and regret. "I never meant to be cruel; I love you so much."
Hermione returned her attention to Ron's now full erection holding it, so it was in line with her mouth. True, this wasn't the first time she would be giving Ron a blowjob, but Hermione's emotional investment in Ron was driving her this time, so she was very aware of what she was about to do. Still, Oral sex—giving or receiving—was Hermione's favorite sexual activity. The mouth to genitalia intimacy was very satisfying. She closed her mouth around his penis, slowly and gently bobbing her head up and down. Hermione had no comparison, but Ron seemed above-average to her and pleasantly fit in her mouth with an exceptional girth; she allowed herself to occasionally lick his shaft and head as though she was savoring an ice cream cone.
"Come on...not right away..." He trailed off anxiously he climaxed quickly, much to his irritation.
Hermione felt his hitch, and his release into her mouth was several seconds long as Ron gave in entirely to the pleasurable state that he was lost in now.
Hermione had tasted Ron's cum once already, but she'd been too consumed with lust at the time to pay attention to it. Now that she allowed herself to gauge the taste, it was surprisingly agreeable to her—a blend of both sweet and bitter but not overly intense either way.
Ron came back to Earth slowly, his voice labored and apologetic. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I can't even make a wank last."
Hermione carefully released him and laid on her side, touching his cheek. "I don't care about that, and just so you know, Ron, I like the taste."She blushed through her cheeks, smiling at him.
"You don't have to lie to spare my feelings." He said dismissively.
Hermione's eyes had electricity in her brown eyes as she revealed her tongue covered with his juices.
"Wow," Ron said blankly.
Ron felt gobsmacked seeing his seed all over Hermione's tongue. "You—I mean—you like it?"
Hermione swallowed her expression, quite satisfied. "Does that convince you, or do I need to have your bollocks in my mouth too?" Hermione asked in a sweet but teasing tone, though her eyes were intense with desire.
Ron was apologetic. "Sorry, it's just I don't want you are feeling like you have to be that accommodating—I mean, I remember the first time vividly, and it's bloody amazing, but if you're not in the mood, then it's alright." He finished hastily with a reassuring smile.
"That's very sweet of you to say, Ron." She whispered.
"I just don't want you ever to feel uncomfortable or anything." He said worrisomely.
Ron's concern left Hermione feeling too emotional. "I feel completely comfortable, completely safe with you."
Hermione started slowly shedding clothes. Ron became more transfixed by her body with each article of clothing she took off.
"You are the most beautiful woman, you know." He said with absolute adoration, mesmerized by her now naked body.
"Ron Weasley, you are such a handsome man it makes me randy." Hermione wrapped her arms around him, both hands in his hair which she loved to have between her fingers. "I have something fun we can do together." She said in a playful whisper.
"What's in that brilliant mind of yours, Hermione Granger?" He asked her.
Ron was momentarily speechless as Hermione explained what she wanted to try.
"Only if you want to, Ron," Hermione said after a prolonged silence.
"I do, but I'm nervous; I don't reckon I'll do that well; you underestimate how easily you distract me," Ron admitted sheepishly.
"All the more reason to practice." She told him with quietly seductive eagerness.
"You are a genius, so how can I argue," Ron said, grinning at her; she beamed at his flattery.
It took Hermione a bit to settle on what position to use, but she decided that a spooning variant would work best for their goals after some thought. It would help with Ron's nerves (he was very unsure of himself and quite fidgety) and eliminate having to work around their height difference. With Hermione taking the lead, they lay horizontally close together with their heads at the lower half of each other's bodies.
They were both front spoons; Ron's right arm was draped across Hermione's back, his hand resting on the bed near her bum; Hermione's position was such that Ron's head was intimately near her womanhood. Hermione had similar intimacy with Ron's manhood, his manhood so close to her mouth she barely found restraint. They could feel one another's anticipation in their breathing which tingled slowly and pleasantly.
They were both grateful for their telepathy as they could check-in by thought. Such a magical perk meant maintaining a conversation while mouths would undoubtedly be preoccupied with something that would otherwise interrupt things.
Hermione decided to start their simultaneous oral sex activities; this time, she was focused on his bollocks first before his todger. She noticed that Ron must have groomed himself at some point, which Hermione appreciated. She held his todger out of the way of his low-hanging fruit and pressed several lingering kisses to the sensitive sacks of skin.
"That feels good!" They both said telepathically at the same time.
Hermione hadn't quite expected how soft they would feel against her lips, and she knew right away she liked the feeling quite a lot and was even happier at the drawn-out moans of approval from Ron as she specifically pleasured him.
Ron was quickly in a haze of pleasure from Hermione's work, the warmth of her mouth like a small, pleasant heater against his groin. Somehow, Ron kept himself alert and set to return the favor, not that he thought he could give her equal pleasure, but felt she deserved his best effort, and Ron knew that he cared too much to Hermione Granger anything less than that.
Ron's telepathy was apologetically blunt "Mione, if I'm rubbish, I'm sorry."
Ron went to work, kissing right at the heart of her entrance, lingering there as he began nipping at the abundance of fleshy nerve endings that defined it.
Effusive praise flowed from Hermione's thoughts as she shared them telepathically. "You've been down there before, and you were terrific… You could never be rubbish making love to me, Ron!"
It was true Hermione reasoned cheerfully; she'd been down there plenty herself but was sure she liked Ron roaming more and to significant effect as soon she felt increasingly hot all over. She was somehow able to thrust her pelvis against into his waiting mouth while pulling gingerly on his bollocks with her mouth in an occasional bit of boldness, struck by how far they stretched each time.
Ron knew that they hadn't been going very long. Still, Hermione's newest move sent him speeding over the edge so fast it was as if he'd been riding a Firebolt and crashed into a wall, but instead of a massive surge of pain, he felt a vast sudden burst of pleasure and his dick bucked hard as he unloaded into her hair.
Ron had never been more thankful for their telepathic connection; he knew he did not have the energy to speak out loud..."Bloody hell, I'm sorry, Mione." She could hear the exhaustion as telepathy carried his apology into her mind.
"Don't apologize; I got carried away with your bollocks and let go of your todger, completely stupid of me since it's right with the rest of you."
"Just give me a moment, and I'll pick up where I was before I unloaded in your hair."
Hermione took her mouth off Ron's bollocks, whispering aloud while she gently stroked this member. "Don't beat yourself up, Ron. I'm the one who got greedy, again."
Ron found the energy to speak aloud again. "Unloading into your hair pretty much killed the mood, though." He lamented, feeling dejected.
"Oh, Ron, that head of yours has terrible self-esteem. We are only taking a break." She said with a subdued smile.
"If only magic could fix that." He said longingly.
"You don't need fixing, Ron!" She scolded in exasperation. "I don't know why you don't—why can't you see your worth."
"People, Mione, always overshadow me," Ron said in a quietly resigned voice as he squeezed Hermione like she was his lifeline.
"That doesn't mean you have no importance in the world or the lives of the people who love you; I just wish you could see it. There are so many wonderful things about you. I am madly in love with Ron Weasley." She said with loving conviction.
"It comes and goes; being with you helps it come through a lot more often, though, I promise." He assured her.
Ron was newly determined to show his gratitude and pick up where he left off earlier. Without another word, Ron was back at work; with each pass, his tongue traveled in a different direction than the last. At the same time, the hand of his right arm—still draped over Hermione's back—gently stroked both sides of her bum.
Happily lost in her pleasure from Ron, telepathy kicked in once more. Hermione's thoughts, spilling over with affection, carried to Ron.
"Our sex life is even more incredible than my fantasies used to be; please keep going. I don't want you to stop. You make me feel so much, Ron."
That was an understatement. Hermione felt an intense, slow-building warmth that flowed throughout her body. It caused an upswing of euphoria more wonderful than anything Hermione had previously felt during sexual activities, but this was quickly topped once Ron's hand tightly squeezed one side of her bum between his fingers. She realized how difficult it was to give your partner pleasure when you were getting it from them so thoroughly; despite her best efforts, she gave in ultimately.
"Harder, Ron… Your hands are so perfect!" She told him aloud, her voice oozing euphoric approval. "Yes, I'm sure!" She added when she heard the surprise in his responding thoughts.
Hermione was progressing quickly toward blissful oblivion, finally pushed over the edge when Ron boldly added her clit to everything else he was already doing. He would occasionally switch between rattling his tongue against it and grazing it gingerly with his teeth as he took it entirely into his mouth. The latter of these moves undid Hermione. The most sensitive part of her bathed in the hot breath from his mouth. Soon the totality of her pleasure reduced Hermione to the loudest sexual noises that had ever escaped her, highlighted by rapidly loud moans, punctuated every so often with shouts of Ron's name and calls to whatever God's existed. Soon all her pelvic muscles vice gripped his tongue, and Hermione bucked hard, completely spilling over in Ron's face. Her whole body went limp, blissfully leaving her satisfied as she let herself rest while Ron gently drank what was leftover from her release.
"Deep breaths, Mione." He told her telepathically, calm inside her head.
"Ron, that was incredible! I didn't mean to unload right in your face." She was very grateful for this telepathic connection; the thought was more straightforward than speech during exhaustion.
"I unloaded in your hair earlier, so we're even now. Besides, I like the way you and your juices taste."
Clearly, you keep drinking from my fanny like that, and I'll explode again; it's almost as if that's what you are trying to accomplish."
"Well, I suppose I am."
That was quickly obvious to Hermione. She could feel Ron sucking hard on her folds, manipulating them as much as he was able; it was greedy, but he could not help himself, tasting her so intimately once left him with an overwhelming urge to keep tasting her.
Hermione was again quietly amazed by Ron. Feeling guilty over being selfish in their sex-life was just like Ron. Lust wasn't something he embraced, always tempered by fear, guilt, or lack of confidence. Hermione was pleased that he was going after her fanny again. Even if it was hasty this time around, oral sex from Ron was a wonderfully fantastic feeling; before she knew it, another orgasm was coming over her.
"I'm yours, Ron, always yours, and I hope my thoughts give you the certainty that's always been missing from my words; I love you so much, and I can feel how much you love me!"
Hermione achieved orgasms since puberty when she first started to entertain herself, but she had never experienced multiple orgasms until now. She hadn't fully come down from her first orgasm, and Ron's aggressive behavior sent her speeding to the edge again. The most satisfying feeling made infinity better when he focused on her clit, his tongue moving at different speeds during a period of intense compounded pleasure.
For Ron, even with the time, he spent between—whether using his hands or mouth—Hermione's legs, her womanhood was still a mesmerizing mystery to him, most notably the bundle of skin near the top. It was pretty significant, and he had no idea if all girls had one that size, but it is evident that this was the most sensitive spot on her fanny. One lick, and she moaned in pleasure, a slow pace of licking, and she quivered against him. A fast-paced, and she was breathing wildly, chanting Ron's name with varying frequency.
Hermione climaxed in a convulsing jerk; every breath she took felt like she'd run a marathon. Eventually, she became so loud that they were both glad the house was deserted and alone. Her release was extremely wet, but Ron was back over her center ahead of time, so he swallowed the brunt of it. Hermione could hardly move, and thankfully, Ron recognized that withdrawing his head and lying next to Hermione, watching her while she rested.
"Are you okay?" He said nervously.
"I'm...alright, just never...had more than one...at a time," Hermione said anxiously, still trying to catch her breath.
"Damn, I knew I should have waited and let you rest, but I got carried away; I'm sorry."
"No, you just caught me by surprise, and my body did too. Never stacked together like that before; that was incredible, Ron!" She turned her head to smile at him from ear to ear.
"That's what that was; I wish it happened to us, blokes," Ron admitted honestly.
She chuckled. "Boys would never stop abusing themselves. Besides, I should get extra pleasure down there considering I'm going to spend part of my twenties birthing our children." There was a smirk on her face.
"That's when you want to have children then?" Ron asked with a smile.
"Yes, I'd like to be done having kids before we've hit our thirties; having them later than that would be much harder on my body." She told him bluntly.
"It's mental that babies come out of the same place I just had my head, brilliant and everything but completely mental." Ron said in bewilderment."
Hermione smirked. "Hey, I'm the one who has to push them out of my vagina." She sighed emotionally. "Little humans that are completely helpless and dependent on me before they even take a breath in this world, it's scary and exciting and a miracle, we'll have a family further down the road." She rested her head on Ron's chest now, taking his hand as she stared at the ceiling of her childhood room.
Ron's arms were loosely around her chest. He sighed. "I'm sorry about this place and your childhood memories."
"I'm okay; I'm sad for my parents more than anything. They are the only ties I have to the Muggle World, and we've just naturally drifted apart over the years. My future is in magical society both for career and the life I want." She said quietly.
"You're still not sure about restoring your parent's memories." He said quietly.
She sighed sadly. "No, I'm not; we were already drifting apart because I spend most of my time amongst magical society and identify with it; they don't like that much, want me to keep one foot in both camps. That's not something that I want to do. My parents are the only reason I would ever go back to the Muggle world. I love them, but it would be a complete lie to say I love them more than you and Harry and your family." She closed her eyes briefly, admitting such a hard truth was not easy.
"You didn't have a good childhood then?" Ron asked, concerned.
"Oh, it was nothing like Harry's." She assured Ron quickly. "But I can't say it was anything close to the level of love that I see from your family or the undying love Harry has from his parents." The fact saddened her.
"What makes you so certain of that?" Ron asked sympathetically.
"My parents never planned to have me, Ron; it was about as unplanned as pregnancy can be," Hermione whispered.
"Sure, your parents didn't plan to have you, but they love you, Hermione."
"Yes, but a nanny took care of me most of my early life—my parents didn't stop their work lives just because I came along." She shrugged. "They were never willing to make the sort of sacrifices parents usually make for their children." There was a measure of resentment in her words.
"Did you tell them how you feel?" Ron asked sympathetically.
Hermione chuckled sadly. "I asked them once when I was nine why I didn't have any siblings. They said that they barely had time for me, let alone more kids."
"They said that to you," Ron said, his eyes wide with shock.
"Hermione gave a subdued smile. "My parents have always been honest people, sometimes brutally. Where do you think I got it from."
"Bloody hell Mione, Mum, and dad were never that insensitive to any of us, not when we were younger anyway. I'm sorry." He squeezed her tightly.
Hermione nodded sadly. "Yeah, honestly, I think they let me go to Muggle University and then Hogwarts because it meant that they could focus on making careers for themselves." She was pretty casual, almost numb. "I always wondered why they had me at all, but I've never dared to ask because I'm not sure I want to know the answer."
"You think they never wanted you," Ron said quietly.
She smiled more sadly, her tone unreserved acceptance. "Oh, they are happy they have me, but no, I don't think they ever wanted kids. If they did, they would have put more effort into being parents long before I came into magic."
"So the reason you haven't found them and restored their memory is— "
"It's one thing to think your parents never really wanted you, but if they know what I did and hate me for it, then I'll know it's true, and I'm not ready for that." She whispered anxiously.
Ron gave a measured response. "Even if that's true, you'll have closure, and they'll have their real lives back again. No matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere, and neither is Harry or my family, and eventually, we will have our own family too." He told her reassuringly.
"Yes, we certainly will." Hermione agreed with conviction. "I think after I graduate Hogwarts, I'll go find and bring my parents back. Post-war chaos will have hopefully died down by next summer."
"That's good," Ron said quietly.
"But if you want to go with me, I want you to get off the dreamless sleep potion and go to St. Mungo's just to make sure you're alright," Hermione said, turning the tables abruptly.
"I don't know why I took them; I must not be very good at coping, and it was the only way I could sleep at night lately. I didn't mean to worry you. I'll go get checked out and work on getting off the potions." Ron assuredly told her.
"Good, now, as much as I would love to stay here with you, I switched the interview this afternoon to this place for a reason, and that only leaves us about two hours until Rita Skeeter. Harry and Ginny will be here before then, too, so we need to wash and repair as much of the house by magic as we can." She was already sitting up and looking for the pile of discarded clothes.
"Come on. We haven't even shagged yet this time." Ron said insistingly, pulling Hermione back to the bed on top of him.
"You have quite a lot of charm. It's not easy to resist you, Ron Weasley." Hermione said in a playful whisper.
"Then we can keep going?" He asked hopefully.
Hermione looked quite torn. "I suppose, but we're moving things to the shower; that way, we don't look like a mess during this interview."
"I knew you didn't want to stop yet," Ron said with a smug grin.
Hermione blushed. "I'm certainly flattered I so easily hold your attention." She tempered him with a rather stern look. "But we will have to stop having sex after our shower; life still exists outside the bubble of us, you know."
"Please," Ron said softly.
She shook her head. "Come on then; we should make repairs first at least."
Hermione threw on random clothes, and Ron reluctantly followed suit. The two of them magically repaired what was repairable throughout the house; anything small wasn't salvageable, but they were able to restore the house's structural integrity.
"You know I'm glad we did that first; we broke a sweat doing all those magical repairs," Ron said with an exaggerated groan.
Hermione knew the absurdity of this statement. "Magic can be taxing, but I don't think this qualified."
"Yeah, but the important question is, does the water still work here?" Ron asked uncertainly.
"I put auto payments in place just before I took care of my parents; it's been like that all this time." She said quietly.
Hermione shed clothes once more and stepped into the shower, turning on the water. Ron followed suit, embracing her from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"You sure you're doing okay?" Ron asked gently.-
"Yes, I'm with you." She said as she turned and captured Ron in a long, tender kiss. Once Hermione stopped kissing him, she frowned guiltily at the scar on his right arm from his splinching. "Does that hurt at all?" She asked abruptly, her voice notably tender.
"No, but it's not as strong as it used to be," Ron told her quietly.
"I'm sorry, Ron." She said, trying to keep her expression stoic but utterly failing as tears stormed her eyes and started falling very suddenly.
He cupped her face gently in both hands, his voice consoling. "Mione, don't cry, so I probably won't be a professional Keeper or Beater, no big deal. I was rubbish on the house team anyway."
"You were not!" Hermione said sternly through tears. "I didn't mean to get emotional. It's just I remember how scared I was for you. I thought it would get infected, and we'd have to chop off your arm." She confessed anxiously.
"Well, the arm works; it's just a bit of a bum on occasion but so am, so no crying over splinched body parts, yeah. It cuts me up when you're sad or crying, Mione," Ron told finished, kissing tenderly.
She chuckled weakly but stopped crying. "You always make me ."
"Thank Merlin; I can at least do that." Ron mused with a grin.
"Oh, Ron. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." Hermione said with a sad sigh. "You are a wonderful man."
"It comes and goes." He admitted shyly.
"I wouldn't have fallen in love with you if there was any truth to the way you see yourself," Hermione said sternly.
"I reckon I'll always need your help with that." He said honestly.
"Well, if we shag enough, it will stick in your head, and in this case, beforehand makes more sense." She said playfully.
Hermione pulled Ron against her and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to brace her against the back wall of the shower for support. Ron clumsily pushed himself inside of her.
"You are so big when you're extra randy; it feels so good, Ron," Hermione whispered with anxious satisfaction.
"I love being inside you, Mione, and you look even hotter, all wet like that." He told her intensely.
Their hands occupied each other's soaked hair as they locked lips again. Ron eventually broke their kissing to pay attention to her neck and ears, eliciting breathy moans from Hermione, which escalated. He also set a slow pace of thrusting within her.
"Oh, Ron, don't stop!" She cried out in ecstasy; Ron obliged her, increasing his pace in response.
Hermione dug her hands clumsily into Ron's back while she clamped down around his occupying erection. The fit was so wonderfully tight that she shook from the pleasure of it. They climaxed together, Ron releasing several times while Hermione experienced one drawn-out orgasm.
"Bloody hell, that was our best shag yet!" He declared through exhausted satisfaction.
Hermione's head cozily nestled against Ron's left shoulder. "That's always the case when we shag Ron." She reminded him with a chuckle.
"I was just going to ask if you were okay?" He told her quietly as he hissed her ear.
Hermione gushed effusive praise. "I'm wonderful, that was so amazing, I love you, and I love this. Our sex life is just incredible. I can only hope that you will start believing how wonderful you are more often."
"I'm trying to see myself the way you do, your special." He carefully pulled out of her while supporting her until her feet were on the ground again.
Hermione was stern. "You can't charm your way into another round. It's time to shower, get dressed, and wait for the others to get here. Life is making demands, and we need to be ready to meet them."
"Does this mean we can't wash each other then?" Asked Ron subdued.
"I didn't say that." She said with a playful smile.
Hermione conjured fresh soap. "How do you so easily do magic without a wand or incantation?" He asked, impressed.
Hermione blushed. "I can't for complex magic, but little stuff like this is just mind over matter. I think that's why children are always doing magic accidentally because they unknowingly concentrate very hard on affecting situations. That's why it happens most when we are angry or scared." She told him quite thoughtfully.
Ron gave her a praising smile. "That makes sense, a lot of sense, honestly."
"The thought came to me while I was bathing in your pond ironically enough." Hermione mused.
"You still can't be alone in the shower, huh?" Ron asked softly.
"No, but I can't be alone in any small, dark room, and I certainly can't sleep alone." Hermione was highly embarrassed.
"I'll wash you first, yeah." He started with her hair squirting the bottle twice before setting it aside. His hands moved slowly and attentively through her lengthy collection of bushy hair. "It is going to be alright, you know." He told her with a reassuring smile.
She sighed sadly. "It would be better if I could handle darkness and showering alone; you won't be there when I go back to Hogwarts."
"Your strong Mione, you'll get through it." He said confidently.
"I hope so." She appreciated Ron's actions, both the sentiment and physically. "That feels good. I should return the favor."
Together they washed up, Hermione making sure they didn't get distracted and fall back into sexual foreplay. It was, however, a very relaxing and even erotic joint shower.
"Is it bad that I'm suddenly tired?" Ron said as they used magic to wash their previously worn clothes before putting them back on again.
"You might want to wake yourself up before the interview." Hermione reasoned. I'm sure Rita will try to worm stuff out of us, and it would not be suitable to let slip anything we agreed to keep secret."
"Right, food would help. Is anything in your kitchen still edible?" He asked hopefully.
"I suppose we could check," Hermione said.
"You don't keep any weird Muggle food, do you?" He asked uncertainly.
Hermione chuckled. "If you mean processed food, no, my parents are dentists. Remember, they are always careful about what they eat."
"I'll never understand some Muggle habits like that. Why would anyone put a bunch of random stuff in their food?" Ron shrugged, perplexed.
"So it doesn't spoil," Hermione said simply.
"Yeah, you can also keep it from spoiling by eating it as soon as you buy it. A lot of Muggles keep food for ages." Ron said disapprovingly.
"Not all families eat as often or as much in one go as yours does, Ron." Hermione pointed out while laughing in amusement at his objection.
Ron shrugged. "Mum would have a cow if she knew how much food Muggles waste."
"And you have raw numbers on that?" Hermione challenged with a grin.
"Err no..." Ron admitted shyly. "Let's just go downstairs then." He said abruptly.
"Hey," Hermione held his arm gently, a loving smile on her face. She was suddenly emotional. "Thank you for coming with me this morning Ron. I knew we'd have to check the house when I switched the interview from Grimmauld Place, and I don't think I would have held it together if I was alone." Her admission was rather painful.
"It's the least I could do. Since Fred's funeral, I've been helping George at the shop, a bit too much." Ron said quietly.
Hermione shook her head adamantly. "No, George needs you; I don't mind." She wrapped her arms around Ron's neck. "I am glad I know about the sleeping potions, though."
"The point is, this is your home. I had to be here for you. He said, his hands in her hair.
"You are my home, Ron!" Hermione whispered tenderly before hugging him in a tight embrace.
At least for one more moment, stood still...
A/N: One thing I love about writing this story exploring details that were mentioned in the books but never flushed out, because the plot had to keep moving. Like, Hermione's relationship with her parents and why she would struggle with restoring their memories as much as she did modifying them. I've always thought Hermione had a relatively lonely childhood and that her parents were not very hands on during that time. It adds a nice layer of complexity in many ways.
The other thing I love about writing this story is exploring the character's sexuality and both couples sex lives using those occasions to bring them closer. It isn't explored in the series because Harry Potter is an action series aimed at the YA demographic, but it's nice to explore here.