[bDisclaimer: ]I don’t own Hp. Everything belongs to the lovely JKR. I just borrowed her characters to write a story for fun. [/b]

In the Burrow, everyone enjoyed themselves in a solemn but happy celebration. Molly had prepared a delicious meal for the Weasleys and the Grangers and the table from the kitchen had been moved outside in order to enjoy the beautiful spring day. Mr. Granger had brought a broken weed whacker for Arthur and the two of them soon disappeared into his workshop while Molly and Hermione’s mum went inside with Bill and Fleur to tend to Victoire. While they were eating, an owl had arrived from Harry and Ginny now rushed inside to read it. Charlie and and his girlfriend Kirsten had decided to return to Romania directly after dinner while George and Angelina had also gone into the house along with Percy, leaving Hermione and Ron on their own.

Ron stood, holding his hand out to Hermione. “Come with me.”

Hermione grabbed his hand and let him lead her through the orchard and out past the meadow until they got to the old tree that had the tree house. Hermione leaned against the trunk, Ron bracing his hand above her head as he leaned down to kiss her. He meant it to be gentle; he wanted it to be romantic. It started that way but didn’t end that way. Hermione’s mouth opened under his and he gave it a thorough once over with his tongue. He could feel her hands snake their way through his hair pulling his face closer, her own tongue dipping into his mouth.

She had looked so beautiful wearing a light summer dress under her graduation robes, her hair loose and curling about her face. The day was warm for May and Ron could feel beads of perspiration spring up along his forehead. He let his hands drift up and down Hermione’s bare arms, could feel goose bumps raised on them. He pulled back and said, “Let’s go up. You go first, you remember how, right?”

Hermione nodded and turned. She had felt like she was going to become part of the tree as he was kissing her. With a shaky hand, she started to climb up trying to concentrate on where her next grip would be instead of looking down. She knew she was going much too slow for Ron’s liking.

Ron, on the other hand, was just fine with Hermione’s slow pace. When he suggested she go first, he did it out of concern figuring if she stumbled he would be able to catch her. But now as he climbed behind her, he began to enjoy the occasional flashes of thigh and upper cheek he was afforded. At one point, Hermione did stumble and Ron’s hand instantly went up her dress to grasp her leg. His hand was expecting to come into contact with the soft cotton of her knickers but the only thing he felt was the smooth skin of her bottom.

Hermione gasped first in fear of falling and then with a shiver of desire at the feel of Ron’s hand on her. She turned to thank him and took in his reddening face. Really, she thought, it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked although it had admittedly been a while. “Ron,” she began, “are you looking up my dress?”

“Can’t help it love,” he said, “you’re kind of in my line of sight. By the way Hermione, what the bloody hell happened to your knickers?”

Hermione turned slightly pink as she replied, “They are there—kind of.” She turned back and continued climbing while Ron felt the front of his pants become uncomfortably tight. They finally reached the tree house, Hermione hoisting herself in before turning to give a hand to Ron who was able to pull himself up without her help. He was too tall to stand upright and was hunched over. Hermione waved her wand and muttered a spell which raised the roof by a few inches.

“Thanks,” said Ron. They stood looking at each other for a moment before Ron crossed the space between them and took her into his arms and attacked her with his lips.

“Missed” Kissing her ear. “You” Kissing her neck. “So much” Kissing her collarbone.

Hermione arched back as Ron let his mouth drift back up her neck, his hands going through her thick curls. She moaned as he found the sensitive spot behind her ear, her hands gripping his arms. She looked about spotting what looked like a child’s size quilt and used her wand to enlarge it on the floor before pulling Ron down on top of her.

Ron crushed her mouth with his, greedily taking her tongue and sucking on it. His hands drifted down the front of her dress, encountering tiny little buttons. His fingers felt clumsy as he tried to undo them but Hermione quickly pushed them away, undoing them herself and then pulling it off over her head.

“Bloody hell Hermione,” he groaned as he looked down at her. She was wearing a black lace bra trimmed with pink ribbon and impossibly tiny knickers that were also black lace, held up on either side by a thin strip of pink ribbon. Her breasts were practically spilling over the cups of the bra as her chest heaved with the quick breaths she was taking.

“Do you like it?” she asked even though she already knew he did.

Not waiting for him to reply, Hermione sat up, pushing Ron off of her and kneeling before him. He knelt as well as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. She kissed him hard, her tongue insistent in his mouth before she moved it down his throat and over his chest, stopping to swirl it around his nipples before it continued its path downward. Her hands went around his back and cupped his bottom as she pulled his pants and boxers down. Her mouth moved up to his ear and she nibbled on his lobe and whispered, “I want you.”

Ron gasped as the cool air hit his hot skin and then moaned as Hermione took him into her mouth, her hand moving up and down as her tongue did delicious things to him. His eyes were closed but he opened them to look down at her, following the length of her back to her rounded bottom. He almost lost it as he realized that Hermione’s knickers were actually a thong. He gently pulled her up, his hands reaching around her back to unhook her bra. Hermione sighed as Ron tossed aside the garment, her hands going around his neck, her bare breasts pushing against his hard chest.

Ron let his hands go down her back cupping her bottom and pulling her against his hardness. Hermione whimpered against his mouth and he slid his hand down between them, his fingers finding her wet center. He could feel her wobble at his touch and he cursed as he felt how much she desired him. Hermione started to fall back against the blanket and gasped in surprised as Ron twisted her around at the last minute, gently lowering her onto her stomach. He pushed her thick mane of hair off her shoulders and rubbed his face between their blades, kissing the soft skin of her back.

Hermione almost cried it felt so good. She loved how his rough face felt against her skin and she shivered with delight as his lips moved down her back. Ron’s lips continued lower onto her rounded bottom as he nipped her cheeks with his teeth. This time Hermione did cry out in absolute pleasure. She thought she would die with the need she felt for him. She wanted to turn around to look at him, to pull him into her but Ron had a firm grip on her waist as he used his free hand to rip off the scrap of lace and ribbon that was standing in his way. Hermione lifted up her bottom instinctually and Ron slipped his finger inside her wetness again, moving it in and out. Hermione moved her hips back against him, moaning his name and Ron couldn’t wait anymore. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her onto him.

Hermione gasped with pleasure and Ron went perfectly still. He was so deep within her and it felt so good. Ron was afraid that one thrust would set him off but started to move slowly against her. His hands went around the front of her body to cup her breasts which he had sadly forgotten to give their due attention. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and Hermione bucked against him even harder. He moved his hand to where their bodies were joined and caressed the spot which he knew would be throbbing within her.

Hermione threw her head back in utter delight. When he entered her she didn’t think she could feel anymore pleasure than she did at that moment but he was proving her wrong, a fact that he would probably love to know. The combination of his fullness so deep inside of her and his fingers rubbing her was unbearable and she went over the edge, the sound of her calling his name echoing in Ron’s ears. He thought she would collapse but he watched her fingers grip the quilt even tighter as she said, “Harder.” That one word almost made him come unhinged but he grabbed her hips as he thrust in and out, once, twice, fighting to keep control for a third time before he became lost in her as well. He fell on top of her, both of their bodies slick with sweat. Ron buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply knowing that it would be a while before he smelt something so heavenly again.

“Hermione,” he whispered, “are you alright?”

She moved under him so she was on her back, looking up at his face. Ron smiled down at her, taking in all of her lovely flushed and pink skin, her hair spread out on the quilt. His smile quickly faded, though, as he saw the tears streaming down her face.

He moved off of her and lay on his side, pulling her to him so they were face to face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, just the opposite. You were just so brilliant that I don’t know what I am going to do without you for the next six months.”

Ron relaxed and wiped away her tears. “That was incredible wasn’t it? I don’t know why we haven’t tried doing it that way before!”

Hermione laughed and reached up to move a lock of hair off of his forehead. “How are we going to do this?”

“Well,” he said, “I think we should do this maybe one more time and then get dressed but not before you model that naughty knickers set for me which might lead us to doing it one more time before we go back to the house.”

Hermione slapped his shoulder gently, “You know what I meant! You must go back to your Auror’s academy and I don’t think I’ll make it without you for all these time. Why the academy couldn’t be just one year and not two?”

Ron sighed and lay down, pulling her against him. He let his hands wander through her hair. “We are going to do it just the way we did it this year when you had your NEWT’S and I was in the academy. It was difficult, but we made it. Now I’ll go back in the academy, while you’re going to start your Ministry career. We’ll get through it again.”

Hermione didn’t respond. Ron had one hand folded on his chest and she picked it up, examining it and saying, “How about we just stay up here until I count all of the freckles on your body? That could take quite some time.”

Ron laughed, “It sounds good to me but I am sure our families would come looking for us eventually and as much as your parents seem to like me, I am sure that would all end if they came looking for you and found us here like this.” He had leaned down to kiss her and wasn’t surprised as he felt himself grow hard with desire for her again. She shifted under him, opening her legs and sighing as he entered her, taking his time to explore her, wanting to commit every inch of her to his memory but already knowing that his mind would never be able to do justice to her warm body under his.

“I love you Hermione. More than anything.” he admitted staring at her brown eyes.

Hermione felt tears coming to her eyes after Ron’s word. She had heard him saying the L word before, but this time it was different. This time it was like every dream she had ever since she was 14 had come to life. Her being in his arms telling her he loves her. That’s all she ever dreamed of.

“I love too more, Ron. You have no idea how much I love you,” she admitted too staring at Ron’s blue eyes and caressing his cheeks gently.

“I think I might have,” Ron said leaning down to kiss her again.

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