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The Wedding (Previously posted under author Luisa)	By : dlclark87 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 6199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Wedding
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-UPDATE
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
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I kissed her. I did it. I kissed her, and she kissed me back. If it weren�t for bloody dinner, I would probably still be up there, kissing her. Ron sat at the dinner table, replaying what had to be the best moment of his short life. For as long as he could remember he had dreamed about kissing Hermione-not to mention the other things he had dreamed about doing to Hermione-and he had finally plucked up the courage to do it. Merlin. Beautiful, smart, caring, Hermione. And I kissed her.

His thoughts were broken when he saw her descend down the stairs and into the kitchen. He took one look at her and his heart gave such a loud thump he was sure everyone at the table could hear it. She�s beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Now that he had kissed her once, he wanted to leap across the table and do it again, never ceasing, never stopping, never once letting her go. But instead, he scooted over on the beach to allow her room to sit at the table.

As she slid into the spot between Ron and Ginny, her side brushed against his. It felt like electricity had shot between the two. Ron stiffened; he could feel himself begin to push against his boxers, wondering what in the world made his breath quicken like that. He saw Hermione shift her eyes to his lap, and he hoped to Merlin that she didn�t notice.

Somebody else, however, did. Harry, who was sitting opposite of Ron, saw the way his friend�s eyes lit up when Hermione walked into the room. Of course, Ron always brightened when he saw Hermione, but this time it was different. Something had happened between the two, he decided, and it was about damn time. He had been enduring the Ron�s lovesick complaints since their second year. Just thinking about the amount of times he heard Ron blather on and on about Hermione this and Krum that and how he was only going on with Lavender to make Hermione jealous�it was enough to drive him insane. Hopefully something had happened between the two, just so that Ron�s problems wouldn�t interfere with his own.

His own problems. Merlin, everybody knew that Harry Potter had his own problems. Being faced with the task of seeking out Horcruxes and destroying Voldemort was definitely a problem, but at this moment Harry had other issues on his mind. A certain issue named Genevieve Weasley. Being so close to her after months of no contact was like coming up out of water and taking a breath of clean, crisp air. Her presence surrounded him constantly, reminding him that no matter what, she loved him. No matter the danger or the consequences, she loved him. For that, he was thankful.

He was also thankful for the occasions on which they were able to sneak away from the watchful eyes of Mrs. Weasley and have some time to themselves. Even though Harry had officially ended their relationship at Dumbledore�s funeral, they were still very much involved with one another. Very much involved, Harry thought. He smiled to himself, catching himself gazing across the table at the object of his affections�and his fantasies.

He shook himself of many tempting thoughts that immediately came to mind and focused instead on the more important issue: Ron and Hermione. He looked over at his freckle-faced best friend and suppressed a laugh when he saw him stiffen and lick his lips nervously when Hermione brushed against him as he sat down. He knew that feeling all too well-it was the exact same feeling he got when he was sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and a certain red-haired girl was rubbing her slender foot against the inside of his thigh. He groaned audibly before realizing what he had done, but thankfully any questions were halted by the sound of several small pops.

�Arthur, dear, I�m so glad you could manage to make it home for dinner! Now Fred, George, you too scoot on over there to the end next to Ginny, and Bill and Fleur you can squeeze in by Harry. I�m so glad everyone could make it to dinner.� Mrs. Weasley bustled about the table, getting everyone situated and waving her wand to magic in extra place settings. �Now, all of you tuck in before it gets cold.�

-*-

�Oh, Mrs. Weasley, that was wonderful. Thank you so much!� Hermione was full to bursting with good food and good company. All through dinner, Fred and George had entertained the table with tales of the customers coming into their shop, as well as top secret new products that were in development. It kept their minds from focusing on darker topics, such as the tired look on Mr. Weasley�s face and the still empty spot that once belonged to Percy. However, among the twin�s jokes and Bill and Fleur�s radiant happiness, this dinner at the Burrow felt almost just like any other. Simple, happy, and carefree.

Except that now Hermione had something else. A tiny nugget of information that kept her smiling all through dinner. She had felt Ron�s looks all through the meal, and kept replaying their kiss in her head, over and over again. She didn�t quite know what it meant, or what to expect now that it had happened, but she felt as though a floodgate had opened inside her. Emotions that she had kept bottled up since her and Ron�s screaming match after the Yule Ball in their fourth year finally had the opportunity to flow free. She couldn�t be any happier, and was dying for the chance to catch Ron alone again. She inwardly sighed, though, as she realized that that was going to be rather hard to do with all the hustle and bustle that surrounded the Burrow.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn�t notice that everyone around her was rising from the table to help with after dinner clean up. She stood up quickly, causing the bench behind her legs to tumble over. Blushing at the commotion it caused, she hastily bent to turn it right side up again at exactly the same moment as Ron. Their hands met, and again, it was like electricity. Hermione shuddered at the feeling that Ron�s skin elicited-and it was just his hand! For one of the few times in her life, she allowed her thoughts to drift a little further along, and the images that she conjured up made her cheeks redden even more. Ron noticed this and smiled a little, and then realized that the kitchen was quiet.

He looked up to find each and every single person in the room staring at them, with the same expression on each face. It was as though something had happened that each of them had been patiently waiting for. When they saw him looking, though, the kitchen was suddenly alive again. �Well, thanks for dinner, mum. We�ve got to be off, though, but we�ll see you soon!� Fred and George turned on their heels and popped off. Bill and Fleur were soon to follow, with a �Zat was most excellent, Messez Weezley!� Ginny gave Harry a look, and he followed her out of the room with a wink to both Ron and Hermione, and Mr. Weasley busied himself with gathering his things to head back to the office for a few more hours. Ron and Hermione found themselves alone.

For what seemed like an eternity, they just looked at each other, sharing the same secret but not quite knowing where to take it. Ron�s ears grew red, causing Hermione�s cheeks to blush a darker shade of pink. He grinned at her, sheepishly, but offered her his hand. She took it, a little hesitantly, wondering what he was up too. �Don�t worry, �Mione. Let�s just go for a little walk, sound good?�

To Hermione, nothing sounded better.

-*-

The sky outside was twinkling with a million tiny stars, each trying to shine brighter than the huge, white moon. The sight was breathtaking. Ron and Hermione stood outside the doorway, just gazing upwards, hands still clasped tightly together. Ron chanced a peek at Hermione, and what he saw was even more beautiful than the night sky. Her face was tilted heavenward, illuminated by the moonlight. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted ever so slightly, reminding Ron of how it felt to have them pressed against his. He gulped; he could feel an all too familiar pressure against his underwear-the same pressure that he had been trying to ward off all evening with thoughts of Professor McGonagall dancing in a string bikini.

�Where are you taking me, Ron?� Hermione asked, a little breathlessly. The words, as normal as they were, made a shiver run down Ron�s spine. I will take you wherever you want to go, as long as I can come too. And as long as it always feels just like this. He smiled, before replying. �I don�t know, really. Not too far, mum�ll have a fit if I wander off. She�s been worried sick, you know. About all of us.�

�I know. I�ve been worried sick, too. About your whole family, and Harry, and then everyone in the Order. It�s scary, living in the Muggle world and not being able to talk to anybody. I understand, though, that it�s dangerous to communicate. I don�t know how Ginny managed to mail me her letters through Muggle post, but it was brilliant,� Hermione answered as they began lazily strolling through the back garden.

�She�s been sending you letters through Muggle post? I had no idea, or I would have written to you as well!� These words brought a smile to Hermione�s face-she was glad to know that Ron would have kept in touch with her, as risky as it was. There was no telling what could happen when mail got in the wrong hands, even something as innocent as letters between two seventeen year old wizards. �Well, it doesn�t matter anymore. I�m here now, and it�s safe to say that I�ll be staying until Harry leaves. And then, of course, we�ll go with him. You and I, I mean, that�s the we.�

Ron looked down at her and smiled. They were nearing the gateway to the yard behind the garden, hidden from the view of prying eyes on any landing of the Burrow. He stopped them and leaned against the tall garden wall in such a way that caused Hermione�s through to stop in her chest. The striped shirt he was wearing looked soft and comfortable, and she longed to lay her head in the crook of his neck and feel the fabric underneath her fingers. She longed even more than that to lay her head in the crook of his neck and feel his skin underneath her fingers. She wanted to run her hands through his ginger hair that fell into his eyes, and feel his heart beating against hers. She wanted to tell Ron how she felt, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him again. Merlin, he�s so good looking�so fit. So�sexy.

Ron, still holding Hermione�s hand, couldn�t help but to smile. She was so damn cute when she was concentrating on something, and it drove him absolutely insane when she brought her pinky finger to her mouth to bite on its tip. She said it helped her think, and just then she must have been really thinking; that poor pinky finger was probably in a lot of pain. He enjoyed the sight, even though it caused his brain to go into overdrive.

�Ronald.� He had just reached an exciting point in the fantasy he had been playing out in his head during their silence (one involving Sugar Quills and a very naked Hermione) when his name jolted him from his stupor. She was looking at him very intently, and opened her mouth a few times before she decided on the right thing to say.

�I like you. I really like you. I know we�ve gotten into arguments, and that I�ve been hard on you, especially when it comes to your studies. But you know, Ron, it�s extremely important for you to get your own education, not borrow off of mine. My mother always said, it�s most important to-� Ron�s laughter broke her stream of words. �Oh. Right. Well, back to the point then. I really like you, Ron. I have for quite some time. I just�am a little unsure as to your feelings for me. I do hope they�re reciprocated, Ron, I really do. But if they�re not, please be honest with me. I�m not quite unsure how this whole business goes�you know, relationships, and flirting, and things like that. It�s one of the few things I know very little about.�

Ron smiled. Typical Hermione, getting directly to the point. He decided to take a leaf from her book, and replied with �I like you too, Hermione. I really like you, too.� And with that, he pulled her toward him. Their bodies were crushed close together, each curve of Hermione�s fitting perfectly against the hard muscle and soft skin that was Ron. �Really, really like you. And it�s okay if you don�t know how relationships and stuff goes, that�s one of the many things that I find so sweet about you.�

Hermione was elated. She had her suspicions about Ron�s feelings toward her, but to hear them from his mouth was more than she could have hoped for. She sighed happily, leaning into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing tightly. She felt one arm encircle her waist protectively, and the other move up her arm and neck to her chin, lifting it slightly. She willingly obliged, her eyes closing and lips parting for Ron�s kiss.

Their lips met, and Hermione�s knees went weak. Ron�s arm kept her from sinking right to the ground, though, and her attention was soon focused solely on his kiss. She had kissed Viktor before, sure, but it had never felt like this. And it was only one, just a simple peck goodbye before he left for Durmstrang again. Ron�s kiss, however, was completely different. Shedding his somewhat awkward demeanor, Ron kissed her with passion, his mouth moving against hers like silk. She gasped when she felt his tongue against her lips, sliding against the line that separated top from bottom. She parted her lips even more, allowing his tongue to slide between them and into her mouth. Using smooth, sensual strokes, he coaxed her tongue out of hiding and they moved against each other, creating a wave of sensation Hermione had never felt before. And I always thought tongues were so disgusting, she thought. Merlin, was I wrong!

All of a sudden she became aware of the fact that Ron�s hips were pushing against hers. It felt good, so she shifted her weight to a more comfortable position. He moaned against her mouth, enjoying the way that her movement felt, and deepened their kiss. She felt what seemed like a fire in her stomach, traveling down to rest between her legs. It was as though she ached for contact there, and the best she could do was to push her hips right back against Ron. He moaned again, one hand moving up and down her side while the other slid slowly toward the back pocket of her jeans. With another push, his hand eased into her pocket, squeezing her bottom and causing her to make a small, catchy sound in her throat.

�Fuck, Hermione,� Ron breathed. She had half a mind to tell him to watch his mouth, but the sound of a curse word escaping from his lips while they were pressed against hers made the fire between her legs grow a little hotter. She pushed against him harder, craving more contact. Her chest pressed against his and she slowly began to pull one leg up his side before it came to rest at his hips. He let out what was unmistakably a growl before catching her leg behind the knee and thrusting hard with his hips.

Hermione fought the urge to cry out. She could feel something hard between her legs, something that she decided she wanted very much to get to know a little better. She ran her hands down his chest, her nails scratching him slightly, causing him to moan and push against her a little harder. Merlin, she makes me so hard, he thought. She probably doesn�t even know she�s making those little catlike noises, but I love it. I fucking love it. He kissed her again, with passion and fervor that rivaled the previous kiss, his hand sliding up her torso to cup her breast. It was almost too much for her to handle; she had never felt like this before.

�Ron? Hermione? Are you out here?� Ginny�s voice cut through the darkness, causing them to once again jump away from each other. Hermione wiped her mouth on her arm and looked back at Ron, who was pushing his erection back down. She smiled at him-if it was anybody else, it would have been extremely awkward, but with Ron it was just kind of adorable. She cleared her throat and answered Ginny. �Yes, we�re here. Ron was just showing me where the wedding was going to take place.� She turned back to Ron and extended her hand. He took it, squeezing a little and smiling.

�I�ll be sure to pick up where I left off later,� he whispered before leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek. �I promise, you�ll enjoy it.�

-*-

The words Ron had spoken to her before walking back up to the Burrow were like a soundtrack in her mind. I�ll be sure to pick up where I left off later. I promise, you�ll enjoy it. She could only imagine what that must mean, and she liked it very much. She lay there in bed, one hand absentmindedly rubbing her stomach underneath her night shirt. She recalled the way that it felt when he had pushed against her, and it brought back to life the fire that had been burning so hotly moments before.

�Ron,� she breathed. It felt good to say his name that way, and it made her thoughts go mad. She wasn�t very experienced in the ways of sex, but she hoped that during her stay at the Burrow she was going to learn a few things. She smiled at the thought, her hand drifting lower and lower.

And when he had cursed. That simple four-letter word had sent shivers down her spine. The connotation behind the sentence �Fuck, Hermione� was enough to drive her completely insane. Her fingers grazed over the white cotton of her panties, and she stopped. She had never really �touched herself� before; she found it a little childish and a complete waste of time. Now, however, she was not so sure. Her body was aching for contact, so she decided to give it a try.

Her thoughts drifting back to Ron, she let her fingers graze against her panties. The friction felt good against her skin. It felt a little like Ron�s shirt. The shirt that she would have much rather have off of Ron than on him. The thought of his naked chest gave her goosebumps, and her hand slid underneath the waistband of her underwear. What I wouldn�t give to touch his bare chest, she thought. His arms, his shoulders, his neck. She could see it all so clearly in her mind as one finger traced the line between her lips. Her finger tip slipped through and pressed against her clit, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She liked that, she decided. She liked that a lot. She ran her finger back and forth across the little button, shuddering with every touch. She thought of what it would feel like to have Ron�s hardness there instead of her finger, and she became even hotter. She unconsciously moved her other hand to the hem of her nightshirt and pushed it up, taking a breast into her hand. She moaned when she remembered that Ron had cupped that very same breast earlier. She squeezed it a little harder, her fingers circling harder and faster on her clit. Beginning to grind her hips against her hand in a slow but steady rhythm, she tentatively touched one nipple and felt it harden against her. She rolled it between her fingertips, her pace and heartbeat quickening. Remembering what it felt like to have Ron push against her, she pushed against herself hard, causing convulsions to quake across her body as relief crashed down upon her.

When she stopped shaking, she rolled over and hugged her pillow. She wished that she was instead hugging a tall, red-headed Ronald Weasley.

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The Wedding (Previously posted under author Luisa)