Notes: We wanted to do an age story but with R/Hr. So Ron is 25 and Hermione is 36. Go cougars!

Hermione was at her desk, filling out some paperwork. She was thirty-six years old and had never been married. She knew she was pathetic but all the men she went out with were jerks. By now, she was pretty desperate and had kind of given up on marriage. She just needed something.

Ron Weasley, 25 and just out of law school, knocked on his boss's door. "Miss Granger?"

"Come in," Hermione said, not looking up from her work.

"I finished the report you asked me to." He said handing the file to her. On it was a sticky note. Will you go out with me on Friday?

"Thank you, Ronald," Hermione said, taking the file as she finished writing. She then glanced at it and saw the note. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Ron smiled at her. "8, Friday?"

"You do realize that I am your boss," Hermione said.

"Yes Ma'am." Ron nodded.

"And that I am older," she said, looking into his eyes.

"You're still a beautiful woman." He said smiling charmingly.

Hermione looked at him appraisingly. "Fine," she rolled her eyes, looking back down at her papers. She knew this wouldn't go anywhere since he was just a kid. But it wasn't illegal and she needed some action. Teaching him would be fun.

"Do you want me to pick you up at your place or meet me at Sander's?" He asked, sitting down. "I got a reservation already."

"Is this a date or just two friends getting together?" Hermione asked, looking up again.

"A date." Ron said looking at her.

"Then you will pick me up," Hermione said, looking back down at her first file, writing down the report.

"About 7:30 then." Ron said nodding. "Anything else before I go to lunch?"

Hermione was reading another file as she reached behind her for a different one, handing it to him. Ron laughed softly as he went back to work. He had a bit of a skip in his step. Hermione stopped for a moment, wondering what was in her coffee this morning.

Ron was dressed in black dress pants and a dark green button up shirt a black vest and jacket. He was a tall man and after law school got a tailor to fit him with some good stuff. He hot 12 red roses in his hand as he knocked on Hermione's door.

Hermione answered the door in a simple black dress, her hair in a curly up-do. "Roses?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course." He said kissing her cheek as he gave her a warm hug. "I was raised right."

Hermione looked at him, not sure why he was doing this. "I'm way passed being treated right," she said.

"Never." He said smiling at her. "My mum would kill me if I didn't treat a lady properly. She raised all 6 of her son's to be respectful."

"It's a bit pointless," she sighed, grabbing her purse and locking her door after she stepped outside, the flowers in her table inside.

"Do you want to side along or Apparate separately?" Ron asked as he rested his hadn on her back.

"I've never been to... wherever you said so Side-Along, I suppose," Hermione said.

Ron wrapped his arms around her. "Hold on." Ron smiled as he Apparated them to Sanders. It was a nice, but cozy place in the heart of London. He took her hand after they got there.

Hermione glanced at him out of the corner of her eye when he took her hand. She had rarely been treated like this and didn't know what to make of it.

Once they were seated Ron ordered some wine. "What do you think of this place Miss Granger?"

"Are you really going to call me that?" Hermione asked.

Ron blushed, his ears turning red. "Sorry." He said taking a sip of the wine. Hermione couldn't help but smile lightly at his blushed as she looked down at her menu.

"They have really good chicken here and steak too." Ron said smiling, “I was hoping we could go to my place for dessert. I made chocolate and raspberry cake."

Hermione laughed lightly. "Sure," she said. "I was going to get the fettuccini."

"That's really good too." Ron took a little breath before taking her hand again, stroking it with his thumb. "So what house were you in, Ravenclaw?

Hermione glanced at their hands before answering. "Gryffindor, actually."

"Hey, me too." Ron said laughing a bit. "My whole family has been. I was the keep on the Quidditch team too."

"I was never really into Quidditch," she said. "I studied mostly. Didn't have much else to do."

"If I was there when you were I might have gotten you to go to a match or two." He teased her softly.

"Probably not," Hermione said, laughing lightly.

"Well I mean if you didn't have anything else to do, going to a Quidditch game isn't so bad." He said buttering a roll.

"Being in Hogwarts while it was completely empty was interesting," Hermione said, shrugging.

"I use to walk around during Prefect duties and talk to the paintings. As long as Mr. Filch didn't come I'd do it for hours." He said taking a bite of the roll.

Hermione looked at him. "Didn't have anything better to do than talk to the paintings?" Hermione asked, smirking lightly.

"I like history." He said laughing softly. "I mean I wasn't filled out then so most of the girls wanted nothing to do with me. I only had one girlfriend and that was after I helped win the Quidditch Cup."

"So when did you fill out?" Hermione asked, sipping her wine.

Ron blushed a little. "7th year I started lifting weights with my sister. She was scouted by the Harpies and they wanted her stronger so we worked out together."

Hermione laughed lightly, nodding. "If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't very... sociable when I was at school either."

"Really?" He asked looking at her. "But you're smart and beautiful. How did you not have to beat boys away with a stick?"

Hermione blushed lightly. "Most boys didn't want anything to do with a girl who was always in the library and didn't have any friends. There was one boy who was interested in me but... someone told him some lie and he never talked to me again."

"What did they tell him?" Ron asked, shifting his chair closer to the table, his leg resting against hers.

"That I was into girls," Hermione said flatly, almost daring him to laugh or make a joke.

"That was mean." He said softly, leaning over the table and kissing her cheek. "I'm sorry."

Hermione blushed softly, never having gotten that reaction before. "Well... thank you..."

Their food came a bit later and the talk moved to more enjoyable things. Ron paid for dinner and took her hand as they walked out. "Do you mind walking?" He asked as he took his jacket off an put it over her shoulders since it was a bit cold out. "It's a short walk.

"I don't mind," Hermione said, smiling at him lightly.

Ron took her hand and led her to his flat. It was pretty bare but clean. "Sorry I just move here." He blushed as he went to the kitchen to cut the cake.

Hermione sat on the couch, looking around. "At least there aren't clothes everywhere," she said, leaning back and crossing her legs.

Ron laughed as he rolled his shirt sleeves up. "No I'm not that bad." He brought only one plate but two forks out. Hermione laughed lightly as she took a fork. She took a bite of the cake, moaning lightly.

Ron shifted a little. "Like it?" He asked sitting sideways and resting his hand on her leg, just above her knee.

"It's very good," she said, licking her lip where some chocolate was, looking at him.

Ron licked his lips. "May I ask something?"

"If you like," Hermione said, slowly taking another bite.

"If two Ministry works, in the same department, were in engage in a sexual relationship. And one of them were in a high position of power, as long as both were willing and the person with more power didn't treat the one with less differently neither would get in trouble right?" Ron asked, his eyes on her lips.

"It depends on whether the one with less power is any good at pleasing the one with more power who is in great need of said act," Hermione said, looking at him, licking her fork.

Ron put the plate and forks on the table. "Will you stay the night?" He asked, his ears going red.

"What will you do to make it worthwhile," Hermione asked, her legs still crossed, her dress a bit higher on her thigh.

"You know I'm a quick study." He said, moving his hand up her leg. "I've never had any girl's complain about my performance in that area before."

"I've been around longer than said girls," Hermione said, turning towards him a little. "I need more than them."

"What would you like done Miss Granger?" Ron asked, panting softly.

"If you're going to do anything, you cannot call me that," Hermione said, tracing his neck.

"But it's a turn on. I like that you're older than me." He said groaning softly. "Makes me hard."

"You're not going to make me wet by reminding me that I am old," Hermione said, uncrossing her legs.

Ron slid his hand on her thigh. "I didn't say old, I said older than me." He said as he stroked her thigh with his finger tips. He moved his head and started to kiss her neck softly. "I can go all night you know."

Hermione's eyes closed, tilting her head and moaning. "Then we should start the night soon."

Ron moved his hand higher, stroking her over her knickers. "You're wet." He whispered as he marked her neck. "From me?" He asked a bit smugly.

Hermione whimpered, her legs widening. She pressed her hips closer to his hand. "More."

Ron slipped his fingers under her knickers. "So wet for me love." He said thrusting two long, thick fingering into her and touching her nub with his finger. "You like a young buck finger you baby?" He asked as he moved to the other side of her neck.

Hermione moaned deeply, her head going back as her hips bucked against his hand. It had been so long since she felt any kind of pleasure and it made it wonderful for a young, handsome man to be doing this to her. She liked that he was interested in her.

"Want my lips wrapped around your little bundle of nerves love?" He asked as he stroked it with his thumb, his fingers still thrusting. "My tongue flicking it every time your heart beats? Maybe after you let me pound you into my bed I'll do that for you."

Hermione started panting harder, loving this. Her juices coated his hand as she moaned deeply, rocking her hips even harder. "Now," she ordered, clenching the couch.

Ron moved to his knees and started to suck on her nub. His fingers going deeper inside of her. He loved the feeling of her riding his face. He was damn good at this and used it as a good opening act.

Hermione cried out, her leg wrapping around his neck as she rocked against his face, loving this feeling. He was so good at making her body burn and clench. As soon as he flicked her nub with his strong tongue, she screamed, coming hard against his face.

Ron smirked a little as he used his wand to clean them both up. He moved and sat on the couch, panting hard as he tried to breath again. "Like that?" He asked as he took her hand.

Hermione slumped against the couch, her legs still wide open as she panted hard. "Damn, Weasley," she gasped.

"I'll take that as I did well." Ron laughed as he grabbed the plate and finished the cake. "Ready for round 2?"

Hermione opened her eyes and pulled him closer, kissing him deeply. "And what would round two be, Ronald?"

"Well normally this is the part when you would give Bilius a little kiss, get to know him a bit." Ron said kissing her jaw line, pressing his very impressive bulge against her.

Hermione moaned, her hips jerking against his. "I think he's ready for something else," Hermione said, unzipping his pants.

Ron whimpered softly as his head fell against her neck. "If you suck on him a bit he'll last longer for round 3." Ron said, his voice going a bit high at the end.

Hermione pulled down his boxers and pants. "Shit," she moaned, stroking him. "I made a good choice. No men my age have this." She bent down to lick his length.

Ron groaned as he sat back on the couch, his hands carefully moved into her thick hair. "So bloody good." He whimpered softly.

Hermione gripped his balls as she licked him, her tongue swirling around him. She then put her mouth around him, sucking hard as she moved her head swiftly.

Ron groaned as she touched his balls, that was his biggest weakness and no one had even done it to him before. "Shit." Ron groaned as he felt her put a wet finger up inside him and nudge his prostate. He spilled into her mouth the moment she did that. Hermione swallowed him and then sat back up, smirking as she cleaned up with her wand.

"No one’s ever done that before." He said panting hard. "Bloody hell it felt amazing."

"Older means wiser," Hermione smirked as she moved to straddle him. "Round three?"

Ron groaned as he felt himself start to harden. "Why don't we go to my room?" He asked as he kissed her softly. "I have a big bed."

"Alright," Hermione said, biting his ear. She pulled back and stood. She shimmied out of her dress, leaving her nude. She walked backwards to his bedroom, smirking at him.

Ron was out of everything by the time he entered his bedroom. Fully hard again too. He went to his bedside table and pulled out a muggle condom and put it on. "Never can be too safe." He told her as he laid next to her. Hermione looked at him as she laid on his bed, her hand stroking his chest.

"I like you." He said softly. "I'm not the kind of guy to sleep with a woman and never talk to her again. I've only slept with 3 women before and I still talk to all three."

"There's a difference, Ron," Hermione said. "Sleeping with them then being friends with them is different than sleeping with them and having some sort of relationship."

Ron nodded softly. "I want a relationship with you." He said, taking her hand. "I know we're not the same age and you're kinda my boss and stuff but I want to give this a real shot. I want you to be my girlfriend." He face showed his innocents and his youth, but also masculinity and a passion.

Hermione looked at him. She knew he was young and naive. She knew he thought this could actually work, that this was something. She wanted there to be something but had given up on that long ago. "We can try if you like," she murmured.

Ron cupped her cheek and kissed her. He was tender with her as he moved over her. He looked into her eyes for permission as he rested his head against her opening. His thumb was already resting near her nub. Hermione looked into his eyes for a moment. She took a breath before widening her legs even more for him. "Get inside me," she said.

Ron slowly moved inside her, use to girls who hadn't done this much. He stopped once he was buried inside her, she was the first who could fit all of him inside of her. He nuzzled her neck tenderly. Hermione moaned deeply, never having been completely filled like this. "Fast and hard," she whispered, sucking on his ear lobe as she wrapped her arms around him.

Ron groaned as he kissed her. He started pounding her into the bed, he was happy he didn't have to be as careful as he did with some other girls. He toyed with her nub as he pounded her into his bed, his body on fire. He loved how she knew what to do to get him more turned on as they went. They were perfect together. Hermione cried out as she moved her hips against him hard. She loved the feeling of him moving her up the bed, her nails digging into his back. Her insides were twisting and body slowly burning as he made her feel things she hadn't felt in years. Ron moved and nuzzled her breasts and sucked on them as he grew closer. Hers were full and real he was betting too. He loved her curvy body against him. He ground her nub hard as he spilled into the latex. He fell weakly on top of her. Hermione moaned, arching against him as he sucked on her, turning her on even more. She loved the feeling of his hard body on her, his weight pushing on her. He pressed her nub hard, making her scream and come hard, body shaking. She whimpered as she wrapped her arms around him when he fell on her.

Ron pulled out and tossed the condom away. He used his wand to clean them both up and laid down on the bed next to her. "Did you enjoy that?" He asked as he kissed the palm of her hand. His voice was very soft and for the first time unsure. Hermione was still breathless as she moved to lay against him, not acting superior at the moment. She felt equal, forgetting the age difference. It felt good to have someone like her. Even though all of the men she'd ever been with just wanted her for sex, Ron was different. She didn't know how she knew that but she did.

Ron kissed her forehead as he held her. "Please stay for the rest of the night." He whispered as he stroked her neck lightly. "I wanna wake up with you." Hermione had her head on his chest as she nodded, closing her eyes as she moved closer. "Go to sleep love." He whispered as he rested his head on the pillow against hers. "I'll be here when you wake up." He covered them with his Cannons blanket.

"Nice blanket," Hermione mumbled before she slowly fell asleep in his arms.

Ron woke up the next morning, Hermione was tracing his 6 pack. "Morning." He said yawning.

"Hi," Hermione whispered, still stroking his abs.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, tracing her spine with two finger tips. "My snoring didn't keep you up right?"

Hermione laughed breathily and shook her head. "I didn't notice... much," she murmured, her chin on his chest.

Ron tickled her sides before kissing her. "My family always has breakfast together on Sunday. I know it's a bit fast but will you go with me tomorrow?"

Hermione looked at him for a moment. "Alright," she whispered, kissing him softly.

Ron cupped her cheek. "You know I won't hurt you. I'm not after you because you're powerful or anything. I'm just a guy going after a girl who he thinks will make him happy."

Hermione leaned into his hand, looking into his eyes. "You're the first guy like that I've been with," she whispered.

"Maybe I'll be the last." He whispered, he felt bold this morning.

Hermione didn't say anything for a moment before smiling lightly. "We'll see," she said, kissing him again.

"Are you going into work today?"

"I have the day off," Hermione said. "It is the weekend, after all." She started stroking his chest again.

"I know you have the day off." Ron said looking into her eyes. "That's not what I asked." He said taking and kissing her hand. "You go in a lot on your days off."

Hermione blushed lightly and shrugged. "It depends on whether I have something to do or not."

"You could spend the day with your boyfriend." He said softly, testing the word out.

Hermione smirked lightly. "Doing what?"

"Let's go to lunch at Morries cafe." Ron said, he knew a lot of people from the Ministry went there on weekends. If they were seen together there everyone would know they were together by Monday.

Hermione looked at him, knowing what that meant. "Okay." She said softly. "But after that I want to go to this bakery since you've chosen the last two places." She sat up, the blankets pooling around her waist.

Ron whimpered as he looked at her. "They are real right?"

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

"Are your tits real?" He asked as he moved and kissed the side of one.

Hermione hit his chest. "Of course they're real! What kind of girl do you think I am?" Hermione cried out, pulling the blanket up.

Ron laughed softly as he pulled her against his chest. "Most girls from school used charms make them look bigger."

"I'm not a slut," Hermione murmured, cuddling to him.

"Oi." Ron said looking at her. "My sister did that."

Hermione blushed. "Oh... sorry," she mumbled, hiding her face in his neck.

Ron laughed as he held her. "Promise me something." He whispered into her hair. "If I do something you don't like tell me, don't let it fester and build alright?" Hermione nodded against him, stroking his neck lightly.

"Promise me that you'll eat lunch with me at work, even if you have to sit with a bunch of kids."

Hermione laughed lightly. "You could sit with me. I usually sit alone, anyway," she said.

"Not anymore." He kissed her. "Promise me head at least once a week." He said trying even if it might not work.

Hermione snorted. "Nice try," she said, nipping at his neck.

"Had to try didn't I?" He asked as he kissed the top of her head. "Go home and change and we can go to lunch."

Hermione took a breath before she kissed him and got up. She went into the living room to grab her clothes before Apparating to her flat.

Ron was sitting on his couch, jeans and a wizard rock t-shirt on. He was reading a book on flying when Hermione Apparated back. “Ready to go love?”

Hermione smiled and nodded. She was wearing some jeans and a top. She rarely wore casual clothes. She liked being around him. He made her feel so many things she never had. She forgot about the age difference.

Ron stood and wrapped his arms around her, his hands sliding into her back pockets. "You sure you wanna go to Morries right?" He asked giving her time to back out.

Hermione looked at him, her hands on his hard chest. "I'm sure," she said, leaning up to kiss him.

Ron smiled as he removed his hands from her pockets. He Apparated them to just outside the cafe. "Wanna split a club?" He asked.

"Sure," Hermione smiled, her hair over one shoulder. She could tell she probably looked different, obviously happy.

Ron took her hand and walked in. "Hey." Ron waved to a few of the other interns. They all were looking as he and Hermione. "Don't worry bout them love." He said wrapping his arm around her.

Hermione glanced at them, almost daring them to do something. Her and Ron sat at a booth next to a window. She didn't really care what the other workers though but didn't want them to think she was some old bat who was robbing the cradle. She also didn't want his family to think bad of them.

Ron smiled at her. "You look different than when I picked you up Friday." He said smirking a little.

Hermione raised her eyebrow. "How so?" She asked, leaning against the seat.

Ron thanked the woman when he brought over the food they ordered. "You look happy." He said taking a bite of the sandwich.

Hermione blushed lightly and shrugged. "I am,' she murmured as she took a chip.

Ron smiled as he took a drink of his cold butterbeer. "Wanna go for a fly later? It's perfect weather and I wanna show you something.

Hermione made a face. "I hate flying," she said, taking a bite of her half of the sandwich.

"But you'd be in my arms." Ron said with a little cockiness.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I still don't like being up in the air on some flimsy stick."

Ron gave her puppy dog eyes. "Please love." He said, moving his foot under the table. "I'll give you another round 1 after."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, looking him over. "Maybe."

Ron and Hermione spent the next hour eating and talking and enjoying each other. The people around them kept looking but Ron couldn't have cared less. "Wanna go for a walk by the river?”

Hermione smiled lightly. "Sure," she said. She had never had so much fun just eating lunch at a pub.

Ron took her hand was they walked down the gravel path. "You know that I've never had a date that's lasted do long." He laughed.

Hermione laughed softly. "Me neither. I end up sneaking out because the guys an ass or we get to what we're really there for," she blushed lightly, leaning against him. "I like you, though."

"Did you think that of me?" Ron asked softly. "I mean we did sleep together on the first date."

Hermione shrugged. "I liked you more than I liked them... And last night meant more," she said, glancing at him.

Ron bent down and kissed her softly. "It did." He whispered against her lips. "A lot more."

Hermione kissed him back slowly and tenderly. "I like that fact," she whispered, squeezing his hand.

Ron smiled as they walked. "Are you going to spend the night again tonight?" He asked as they walked.

Hermione shrugged lightly. "Do you want me to?"

Ron wiggled his eyebrows. "Course."

Hermione snorted. "You could sleep at my house," she said, looking at him.

"I'd love to." He said stopping and kissing her neck. His lips moving over a mark on her neck.

Hermione moaned lightly as he kissed her skin. "And I thought I'd have to teach you how to please me," she mumbled.

"I know enough of get me by." He said, laughing softly as he sucked on her pulse point. "I do have to warn you about something for tomorrow."

Hermione pushed him back lightly before he turned her on even more. "Like what?"

"Well one of the girls I use to date or whatever you wanna call it will be there. Lavender dates my brother Fred now." Ron blushed as he pulled her back close, just holding her.

Hermione laughed. "Just as long as you don't keep looking at her or whatever," she said, moving her hands to his neck.

Ron laughed softly. "Well she’s carrying my big brother's kid so that cuts her out." He kissed her nose softly.

"I sure hope so," Hermione said, kissing him.

Ron looked around Hermione's home once they got back. It was a beautiful place, full of books and artifacts and things he couldn't afford if he saved for 10 years. "I'm impressed." He laughed softly.

Hermione laughed, starting to her living room. "Why?"

"Because I haven't seen collections like this outside of some very rich family members." Ron said walking over to her and putting his arms around her waist.

Hermione laughed. "I don't have anyone to spend my money on so I buy stuff," she smiled, leaning against him.

"Marry me?" He said as he kissed her neck softly. "Then you can have someone to take can of you in a few years when you’re in nappie again." He hoped she knew he was teasing her.

Hermione hit his arm, turning in his arms. "Prat! I am not that old!"

Ron just laughed as he kissed her. Hermione kissed him, cupping his cheek as she did. "Will your family like me?" She asked, biting her lip as they sat on the couch.

"Why wouldn't they?" He asked as he stroked her hip and thigh. "You're smart and funny, you wouldn't expect me to support you, you make me happy."

Hermione smiled, running her hand through his hair. "I just don't want them to think I'm some... cougar or something," she blushed.

"You're a lioness love." He teased her. "Gryffindor though and though."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. They're going to think I'm just... in this to get a piece of a young guy or something," she said, biting her lip.

"Maybe they will think I'm just in this to get a woman not a girl." He said kissing her tenderly. "Are you happy with me, I mean really happy, think you could be with me for a long time?"

Hermione looked into his eyes for a moment, her hand in his fiery hair. She nodded. "I really think I could. I've haven't felt like this in a long, long time."

"Then they won't have a problem with you." He whispered, his eyes telling her all the things she needed to hear. "I'm falling for you, don't hold that against me?"

Hermione smiled, stroking his cheek. "I really like you, love," she whispered, kissing him softly. "And I've never felt like this before. I may be older but you're teaching me new things."

"You're only 10 years older." Ron whispered softly. "You make it sound like your Mum's age."

Hermione blushed lightly and shrugged. "I guess I just feel older because I don't have a life," she laughed a bit dryly.

"Have one now love." He whispered, kissing her deeply and fully. "You have someone to sit with at lunch and to hold you when you sleep and yell at you for working 70 hours a week. You have a partner now." Hermione looked at him, a tear falling before kissing him passionately, cupping the back of his neck.

Ron kissed her back, his heart pounding as his heart out to her in the kiss. "We should go to bed." He whispered softly.

Hermione took a breath, her eyes closed. "Thank you," she whispered, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand.

"Thank you for giving me a shot." He whispered as he carried her bridle style to her bedroom. He stripped before getting into her bed, it was big and for once he could lay his 6 foot 4 frame in without shifting.

Ron woke up, Hermione was still sleeping so he went to her bathroom and started to shower. Hermione woke up a few minutes later, frowning a bit when Ron wasn't there. She yawned as she sat up, sliding out of bed and going into the bathroom.

Ron was singing in the shower, his voice deeper than normal as he sang. He liked her body wash it was a pleasant smell. Hermione opened the door silently and leaned against the wall, watching him, really liking his voice. Ron was shaving his chest, using a razor from his kit he brought. He kept singing, not seeing Hermione. Hermione smirked, just watching him, waiting for him to see her. Ron started shaving lower. Once he finished he turned around and saw Hermione. "Morning love."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "What're you doing?”

"Shaving." He blushed. "It makes everything look . . . bigger and stuff." His face adn neck started turning red.

Hermione hid a smile. "How it feels is more important than how it looks," she said, trying not to smirk.

"Then maybe you should come here an I'll let you tell me how it feels now." He smirked softly. "I'll give you a once over if you want, it'll make me a bit more will for a round 1 later."

"What time do we need to go to your parents?" Hermione asked, slipping into the shower.

Ron got on his knees and started to shave her. "In about an hour." He said as his skilled hands moved the razor over her. "We can Apparate or fly."

Hermione spread her legs, leaning against the wall as she looked down at him. "Having fun?"

Ron chuckled as he finished up, kissing her skin softly. "Always." He said standing up and pulling her against his, their bits touching more fully.

Hermione whimpered, loving the feeling of his smooth cock on her smooth center.

"Like that love?" He asked in an innocent tone. He grabbed the body wash and started to wash her body for her.

"Hurry and please me," she moaned, biting his ear.

Ron finished washing her and then both washed their hair. He turned the water off and got back on his knees, He slowly started to thrust his tongue inside her as he stroked her nub. He drew it out so it lasted about a half an hour.

Hermione tried to grip the wet, stone wall. Her head was against the wall as she thrust her hips, crying out. Finally, after he tortured her, her body smoldering, she screamed as she came hard.

Ron smirked as he stood and wiped his face on a towel. "Come on we need to get dressed." He said walking into her bedroom and starting to get dressed.

Hermione stayed leaning against the wall for a moment, breathless. "Merlin, Ron," she gasped as she took a breath, going back into her bedroom.

"I'm I coming back here tonight?" He asked as he put his shirt on.

Hermione started to get dressed, pulling on her knickers and bra. "If you want to," she said.

"I'll leave my bag then." He said putting his trainers on. "Think they will be talking about us Monday?" He laughed.

Hermione made a face. "Probably," Hermione sighed as she pulled a skirt on and a shirt.

"As long as I get to sleep next to you than can say what they want about me." Ron said as he wrapped his arms around her.

Hermione leaned against him, taking a breath. She felt safe and content in his arms. "I just don't want them to stop taking orders from me."

"They won't love. You scare us." He nodded.

Hermione snorted. She looked up at him for a moment. "Are you scared of me?" She asked, smirking lightly.

"Well see I'm scared of anyone that is a Class I dueling champ." Ron laughed softly.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "So don't piss me off," she said, kissing his cheek before pulling back and brushing her hair.

Ron took her hand after she finished with her hair. "Ready to go into the Weasley family craziness?"

Hermione took a breath. "Not really," she said. Ron kissed her before Apparating them. Hermione was holding his hand tightly, nervous about meeting the family so soon. And at all.

Molly was in the kitchen. "Oh Ron dear." She said hugging her youngest. "Who is this?"

"Mum this is my girlfriend Hermione, Hermione this is my Mum Molly Weasley."

Hermione smiled shyly. "It's nice to meet you," she said softly.

"Nice to meet you dear." Molly said hugging the younger girl. "Ginny set an extra place." Molly called as she went back to cooking.

"Hello." A pretty young girl, with a small but noticeable bump said, she was sitting on the couch on the lap of a red head.

"Hey Lav, hey Fred." Ron smiled.

"Hey, look. Ronnikins caught himself one," George chuckled from beside his twin, Angelina sitting against him.

"Oi." Ron said making a one fingered gesture.

Lavender laughed softly, as did Angelina.

"Mum! Ron just gave George the finger," a girl redhead called, smirking with her feet in the lap of a boy with black hair. Hermione snorted, hiding a smile.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley you behave." Molly called from the kitchen.

"Yes Mum." Ron rolled his eyes as he sat down and pulled Hermione into his lap. "Alright every one this is Hermione. Mione that's Fred, Lavender, George, Angelina, Harry, Ginny and the lump that's sleeping in the chair is my brother Charlie."

Hermione smiled lightly, a bit overwhelmed. "Hi..."

"Everyone with red hair was born a Weasley except Ginny, we found her in the trash one day." Ron smirked at his little sister.

"You were the one Mrs. Weasley found by the railroad," Harry chuckled, trying not to laugh at what Ron said.

Ginny smacked Harry in the back of the head. "Oh no Harry's sleeping on the floor tonight." George laughed.

"What'd I do?" Harry asked, looking at her pathetically.

"Laugh it up Potter." Ginny rolled her eyes

Hermione was just watching this all interestingly. She was an only child and found this was fun.

"But... I love you?" Harry asked, not wanting to sleep on the couch.

"Aww I love you too." Ginny smiled. "You're still sleeping on the couch tonight."

Harry made a face, groaning. "Thanks, mate," he rolled his eyes at Ron.

"Anytime." Ron laughed.

"So Lav how's the triplets." He teased her.

"Not funny," Lavender said, throwing a pillow at him and hitting him in the head.

"Oi." He threw it back but Angelina caught it. "Be nice Ron or Ginny and I will make you play Keeper during our next practice."

Fred laughed. "You won't get any practice if he's the Keeper."

"Want a Beaters bat stuck up your . . ." Ron stopped when his father walked into the room.

"Who may you be?" Arthur smiled at Hermione after giving Ron a look to tell him to stop.

Hermione hid a laugh at the look on Ron's face when his dad walked in. "I'm Hermione," she said softly, holding her hand out, still a bit shy.

"You're Deputy Head of the Law department aren't you?" Arthur asked. "I'm Head of Magical mixups."

Hermione nodded. "I am. I think I've seen you around before, I always pass your office."

George, Fred, Ginny all looked at each other, their eyebrows going up a little. "What?" They mouthed at each other.

Ron blushed at his siblings reactions.

Hermione glanced at the other people in the room, blushing lightly as she sat back, trying not to be the center of attention anymore.

"So Ronnie up for a promotion are you?" George asked, hiding a laugh.

Angelina hit his shoulder, giving her boyfriend a look.

"What?" George said rubbing his shoulder.

Angelina rolled her eyes, sighing. "Ignore him," she said to Hermione. "We all do."

Fred laughed softly. "See Forge I am the smart twin."

"Who forgot to cast the charm?" Lavender asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Oi you're bloody hand was down my pants at the time." Fred countered.

Ron laughed softly, his head going back.

"No one wants to barf before dinner," Ginny made a face.

"Just because you can't really sleep with Harry before you get married don't be mad at us little sister." Fred laughed. Ginny has to stay a virgin till she was married.

"Don't remind me," Harry grumbled, leaning against the wall.

"It's not do bad Harry." Arthur laughed from behind the paper he was reading.

Harry's eyes widened, not realizing Arthur was there, his face blushing hard.

Ron, Fred and George all laughed at his face. "That was priceless." Ron laughed as he pulled Hermione closer. Hermione laughed lightly, her hand going over her mouth.

"Relax Harry it's only 3 more weeks." Ginny rolled her eyes.

Bill and Fleur walked into the kitchen. "Hi Mum." He said hugging his mother.

Hermione looked at the kitchen, able to see it from her spot in the living room. Her eyes widened as she tried to shrink against Ron. "Shit," she murmured, only Ron able to hear her.

"What's wrong?" Ron whispered softly.

Hermione made a face as she looked at him. "Remember that boy that was told I liked girls?" Hermione whispered, whispering near his ear so no one else could hear.

Ron nodded, hating that guy for believing it.

Hermione took a breath. "He's in the kitchen," she mumbled, wrinkling her nose.

Ron's eyes went wide. "Bill." He whispered.

Hermione bit her lip, nodding. "I kind of forgot his last name..."

"Hello ever . . . Hermione?" Bill's eyes went wide.

Hermione took a breath. "Hi," she said a bit forced, still sitting in Ron's lap.

"You're with Ron?" He asked as he looked at the girl he had a massive crash on, and the one he was told was into girls, sitting on his little brother's lap. Hermione nodded, still making a face.

"Can I talk to you a moment?"

Hermione took another breath, standing up, trying not to look at the other people in the room.

Bill walked her up to a spare bedroom. "You're dating my kid brother?"

Hermione leaned against the wall. "I didn't know he was your brother," she said. "I forgot your last name..."

"So you're back on men then?" Bill asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hermione groaned, rolling her eyes. "I never liked girls. Someone lied to you to pick on me," she sighed.

Bill groaned. "You have to be kidding me." He said sitting down on the bed.

"Nope," Hermione said, still standing. She didn't know what else to say.

"I was in love with you for like half of 6th year and all of 7th." He said, his head in his hands.

Hermione looked at him, very surprised. "Oh... I'm... sorry?" She murmured. "I mean... that was a while ago..."

"20 years." He laughed softly.

Hermione looked at him. She had really liked him but they never got a chance. She had never gotten to close to him but she could now see how him and Ron were similar. But that scared her a bit. She really liked Ron and didn't want it to be because of her crush on Bill.

"He's good to you?" Bill asked softly

Hermione nodded. "He's a great man," she bit her lip, feeling a lot older now that she was talking to him.

"He can be a bit young for his age." Bill said softly. "Be careful. I'd hate to have to beat him up for hurting you."

Hermione laughed lightly. "Thanks," she murmured. "I'd hate that, too."

Bill stood and hugged Hermione. "If you even need to talk I'm still you friend. ANd my wife's 7 years younger so I can't say anything about you and Ron."

Hermione smiled a bit dryly. "Gee, thanks," she sighed. "That won't stop the rest of them, though."

"Just show them that being almost 40 doesn't matter." He smirked softly.

Hermione hit his arm. "That's not helping," she made a face as she walked out of the room.

Ron was waiting in the hallway.

Hermione smiled lightly. "Hi, love," she said.

"Everything alright?" He asked, his voice low.

"Yeah, of course," Hermione said, taking his hand, squeezing it.

Ron pulled her against his chest and kissed her deeply, his hands going and cupping her bum.

Hermione gasped, surprised but kissed him back. After a moment, she pulled back, looking at him with a questioning look.

"Come one we need to go to brunch." He said holding his hand out to her.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, looking at him.

"He's marking his turf." Bill said looking at his little brother. "Good man." He hit Ron on the back before walking past them.

Hermione glanced at Bill, blushing, not remembering he was there. She looked into his eyes. "Marking your turf?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." Ron whispered, kissing her softly. "You're mine."

Hermione kissed him back tenderly. "I'm yours," she laughed lightly against his lips.

"That's all that matters then." He whispered softly.