Disclaimer: To put it bluntly, I don’t own Harry Potter, but I might put in an order to own Stephen Colbert.
Chapter Two: All My Lovin
Hermione looked up from her book to see Ron lying on his back as if this was a daily thing. “Wha- what did you say?”
“Mione, I’ve loved you for years now, and I will love you for years to come. So please, Hermione Jean Granger, marry me? I know this might not be the right time to answer me, but if yo-“
“Yes.” She said so quietly so Ron couldn’t hear her.
“Really, think I’m a git for asking this-“
“Yes.” She said a little louder and annoyed.
“So soon after a war just ende- Wait, what did you just say?”
Ron sat up and looked into Hermione’s eyes looking for an answer. “Di- did you just say yes? Please tell me you said yes.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed. “Just shut up and kiss your fiancé.” And that he did. It was nothing like their first kiss, rushed and aggressive. But this kiss was firm and gentle, just perfect. Hermione’s lips were tingling with the feel of Ron’s, somehow releasing all the tension built between them over the course of seven years. Ron gave a soft moan Hermione’s tongue softly made its way across his bottom lip. “Oh, Mione,” escaped his lips as Hermione rubbed her tongue gently on Ron’s. He loved the feel so much he decided to let Hermione do her magic and just, well, enjoy it!
Ron felt slightly disappointed when she pulled away, but was really happy with what she said next. “Ron, I love you so much, and I would love to be your wife. I’d kiss you more, but I’m hungry and tired.” She laughed, and Ron loved her laugh he smiled and kissed her soft but quickly once again.
They spent the next fifteen minutes eating in a comfortable silence before Hermione fell asleep against Ron’s chest again. As soon as she drifted off into her little dream world, Ron started playing with her wet hair, twisting and just throwing at around her face. Ron started to drift off to sleep as well, but was awoken by the sounds of his curtain opening.
“Oh, there you two are!” Mrs. Weasley stood there smiling at Ron and a sleeping Hermione.
“Mum, shh, you’ll wake her up.” Ron voice was dropped to a whisper.
“Sorry, dear,” Mrs. Weasley’s voice was also a whisper, “I’m just so proud of you. You, Hermione, and Harry accomplished what seemed impossible to thousands of witches and wizards. And you and Hermione are perfect for each other. I- I’m so glad you two finally got together.” Mrs. Weasley was now crying as she gave a kiss to Ron’s blushing cheek. “But we’re heading back to the Burrow today, so when Hermione wakes, up we’ll be going.” And she left the room.
Ron kissed the top of Hermione’s head, causing her to yawn and stretch. “Mmmm, do I have to get up? I like it here.” She looked up at Ron and smiled, wanting to kiss him again.
“Sorry, Mione,” Ron moved a lock of hair out face, “we’re going back to the Burrow, but we can continue there if you want.” He looked at her hopefully. “Cause I want to.”
“Okay, I want to, too.” They both smiled at each other and got ready excited to head to the Burrow.
When Ron and Hermione got up to the room, it looked remarkably untouched. Everything was kept in order, just like before the wedding. Hermione sat down on Ron’s made-up bed and patted a seat next to her. “Are you going to stand there and look cute, or are you going to sit?” she was smirking when she said this.
“Well, you do know how much I love to be cute,” he equaled her smirk and kissed her shortly, but passionately. “But I love that more. But, I've never been more tired in my life. Can we continue this later?”
“Normally, I would slap you for saying something like that,” she kissed him one more time quickly, “but I couldn’t agree more.” She got from her seat and snuggled into the orange comforter that covered Ron’s bed and raised an eyebrow. “Are you getting in or do I have the bed to myself tonight?”
“Don’t you want me to make the bed bigger? I’ll crush you.”
“Ron, I’ll be fine, just get in the bed or you can sleep on Harry's.” She smiled to herself as Ron got into the bed quickly and put his arms around her waist and held her close to his body. He buried his head in Hermione’s sweet smelling hair. “Ron?”
“Hmm?” He asked as he tried to pull Hermione closer.
“Let me face you.” She turned around to see the sleep face of Ron smile at her, “We need to talk. Well, I need to talk, you need to listen.”
“Yes, Mione?” Ron looked at her with his baby blue eyes with so much longing and love and passion it made her want to kiss him again, but that had to wait. There were more important issues to discuss at the moment. “Tell me.”
Hermione took a long, deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about us and our future. I mean, if we get married to we go back to Hogwarts, will they let us in Hogwarts? What happens if we don’t get married? What happens if we don’t get married soon? Do we wait a year or do we marry other people. What about jobs? What about your family? What about our family? I want to do this, I really want to, but I just keep worrying about stupid stuff that doesn’t matter.” She now had tears in her eyes and was shaking.
Ron hugged her tightly and let a few tears of his own to come down. “Hermione, I just asked you an hour ago and already you clever brain has gone into overdrive. And don’t worry, if we really want this, everything will work out around us. I promise. And as for my family, they already see you as a daughter, so why wait? And as for our future family, I can’t wait raise the little ones, but in a few years. I love you, and that’s that. Things’ll work out, trust me.”
Hermione smiled to herself as Ron reassured her that she was going to be alright. That they we going to be alright, she needed him as he needed her. Hermione grabbed her wand and flicked it towards the door, closing and locking the door.
“Ron?” Hermione said after a few minutes of silence.
She grinned wickedly. “I’m not tired,” She rolled over to be on top of him, straddling him, and started attacking his mouth with hers. The kiss took Ron by surprise for a moment, but got into it after a few seconds of Hermione doing wicked things to his mouth. She was now nibbling on Ron’s upper lip and using her tongue across his lower, an action that almost drove him the edge.
Lavender never did that, he thought. Even with his sixth-year girlfriend, Ron was still an armature at, well, everything but kissing. They never had sex, despite the many rumors and stories Hermione heard. Ron got more aroused with a few minutes of kissing Hermione that he ever got with Lavender. She was just there at the moment. Hermione would be there forever. Lavender never was this goo- bloody hell that feels good.
Hermione was now kissing the side of his face up to his leave her mark on his ear. Once she got there, she kept on making whimpering noises and kissing his right ear as Ron rubbed her lower back.
“Oh, Hermione,” Ron was moaning her name as her hands across his arms while kissing down to his neck, “don’t do this to me. Don’t stop.” Whatever the hell she was doing, she was damn good at. Hermione was not use to that kind of power she had on men in that fashion, and somehow she liked it. But before it got the best of her she pulled away.
Ron looked as he had just ran a hundred yards. “Um, sorry, I, uh, wow. That was good.” Ron looked embarrassed by saying this, but it was true. Hermione, who also turned a little pink, looked at Ron. “We should defiantly do that more often.”
Hermione chuckled, “Only if your good.” Hermione kissed him again quickly before lying on top of Ron’s chest to sleep. “I love you,” were the last two words before she went into another deep sleep. Ron grabbed his wand and unlocked the door so his parents wouldn’t jump to conclusions. He whispered “Love you, too,” before going into a sleep of his own.
Addy: Yes, I do know that was very short, but it will get WAY longer, I promise. And thank you for the reviews, they mean SO much to me! Addy