"Ron ... this is the last time we're going to Hogwarts," Hermione mused, gazing thoughtfully out the window of the Knight Bus.
Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were on the top floor of the Knightbus zig-zaging its way to Kings Cross Station. The top floor didn't have any seats or beds, as it was considered the less rocky portion of the Knight Bus. All it had were overhead railings snaking along the ceiling. Ron had one large hand dangling on the railing, anticipating any jolts along the way, and his other arm coiled around his fiance to his front.
She felt Ron's heavy arm around her waist weigh down more as he pulled her tighter to his belly, "I know, Hermione, I know. Well, maybe we'll come back." Hermione glanced away from the window up to his chin, "You know, being 'war heroes' and all ... giving lectures and things. Definitely Harry. Can't you picture him teaching D.A.? But, he wants to be an Auror -"
With a gasp, Ron constricted his arm around her and clenched his fist on the overhead railing as the Knight Bus took yet another hairpin turn, seeing it before it would happen. Hermione clung to his heavy jacket sleeve till the Knight Bus was steady again. As Ron was an adept broom rider, he was quite used to unsteady feats. Hermione recalled riding a thestral a year and a half ago. This wasn't as bad, but, the turbulence was bloody similar.
Harry had done almost the same with Ginny, but, they were sitting on the floor, snoging, when Harry kept her from tipping over. Harry was a Seaker, so, he did not miss.
Ron rubbed Hermione's stomach and gave it a gentle pat when this was all over, "Are you alright?"
Hermione unclenched her fingers and took a shaky breath, "It'll be one of the more memorable trips to Kings Cross."
Ron chuckled and bent down to kiss her cheek, "Sorry we didn't Apparate."
Hermione froze then rolled her dark eyes, "Why didn't I think of that? Merlin's bloody beard."
Ron guided her face to his pectorals, "There, there, just close your eyes. The feeling will pass."
"What? Of stupidity?" Hermione giggled almost incoherently into the fabric of his wool sweater beneath his heavy coat.
Ron rolled his crystal eyes and kissed her thick curls, replacing his arm around her waist as she snuggled into his broad chest. Harry and Ginny picked themselves back up before joining them.
Harry had to stretch his arm a bit to grab hold of the overhead railing and squinted his emerald eyes down at Ginny, "Don't you dare tickle me."
Ginny cocked an eyebrow before resolving to entwine her fingers with Harry's after her failed attempts to grab the ceiling railing, "Never thought of it."
Harry watched Ron stroking Hermione's back, "How's she doing?"
Ron shrugged and mouthed down to Harry, "Motion sickness."
Hermione was so relieved to be off the Knight Bus once it was parked at its secret stop across the street from the train station. Muggles could not see the bus or the passengers, which staggered out into the stream of tourists and citizens seamlessly. Ron kept close to Hermione, offering absentmindedly to help her down from curbs and took her by her elbow when they crossed the busy street. This intensifying over-protectiveness irked Hermione a little.
"Ron, I'm your fiance. I'm not going anywhere," she giggled, half-joking.
Ron seemed to feel a little cross and rolled his crystal blue eyes, "Just let me take care of you."
The ironic thing was that Hermione grew very attuned to how many witches were eyeing Ron on platform 9 3/4. They weren't shy about it, either. A few blushed when Ron looked in their direction. But, this kind of behavior when right over Ron's towering head. He didn't seem to pick up on the giggles or the shameless stares. That lasted only until Ron scooped Hermione up by her waist and set her inside the train without touching a single stair. A group of girls nearby giggled and 'awww'-ed at Ron.
He stood up and smiled uncertainly at the girls, who couldn't be older than 5th Years, "Hey." They dispersed at his words, dissolving into giggles and clinging to each other. Ron turned to look up at Hermione, completely dumbfounded, "What did I do?"
Hermione shrugged and gave him a small smile, "Just existing."
Ron grinned, "Com'on, let's find a compartment before the trolley comes by and all the good stuff gets taken. If we're lucky, it'll just be the two of us."
He took two steps at a time, those steps groaning beneath his weight, and he hung his head so that he wouldn't bump it on the arched ceiling once he was inside. Ron impressed Hermione, not surprised, when he scooped up her trunk into his arm while dragging along his own behind him. He was getting as strong as his older brothers.
"Can you and my sister stay in the compartment over there?" Ron asked, stooping so that Harry could hear him over the commotion.
Harry glanced around Ron at Hermione sitting alone in the compartment, "Is she alright?"
"She's fine!" Ron shrugged, "I just ... you know. Wanted to make it, like, romantic. Just me and her."
Harry reached up and clapped Ron on the back, "No problem. I'll see you at Hogsmeade."
Just as Harry turned his back, he saw something flicker across Ron's blue eyes ... aggression. In Ron's peripherals, he saw a wizard about his age yet Harry's height ogling Hermione. Ron stepped into the guy's eye line and threw Hermione into shadow.
"Getting a look at my fiance, mate?" Ron growled down at the boy, who was already back in his Ravenclaw uniform.
The boy had dark blond hair and brown eyes, which seemed to expand when Ron loomed over him.
"No, no, mate," the boy shook his head fervently. "I mean, she's a pretty bird. Can you blame me?"
Harry saw that Ron's hand was coming towards the boy's face. But, before he truly thought it would be necessary to step in, Ron placed that hand on the wall and stooped a little lower to make eye contact with the Ravenclaw.
"I thought Ravenclaws were known to be brainy," Ron smirked humorlessly, and Harry felt worried again that Ron was about to duel the boy. "Get yours working now, my friend. If I catch you taking a gander again, here, the castle, Hogsmeade, or anywhere ... I'll make you sorry. Are we clear?"
The boy had flattened himself so close to the wall he may melt into the wallpaper, "As clear ... as clear as Trelawney's crystal balls ... um, sir."
"There's that Ravenclaw brain," Ron grinned and straightened back up.
Harry chuckled when he heard the Ravenclaw call over his shoulder as he was pushing his way to the opposite end of the corridor, "Congratulations on the engagement!"
Ron smiled down at Harry and tilted his head, "What's wrong?"
"You showed a lot of restraint," Harry laughed, "I kept expecting you to hit him."
"Nah, that would've been dramatic." Ron chuckled as he leaned against the doorframe to the compartment where Hermione was sitting, her Magical Law book open in her lap.
Harry raised his black brows, "Mate, you didn't have to threaten him to intimidate him. Just standing there would've been enough."
Following the beginning of spring term feast, Hermione and Ron could be found in their couples dorm. After an overindulgence of scotch, that no amount of food could stabilize, Ron was drunk. He used the excuses that it was the beginning of a new year, he was engaged, and that he was graduating very soon to overindulge. But, unlike the night in Hogsmeade a couple of weeks ago when he and his best mate, Harry, could hardly be controlled, Ron seemed very relaxed. Almost too relaxed.
That or all of his focus was on walking as steadily as his long and large feet could manage. Hermione had a Butterbeer or two, but, was not intoxicated. Just warmly contented. She didn't really like the taste of scotch, which Ron seemed to forget the more he drank. If there was one thing Ron indulged in more than Hermione, it was sustenance. His tier of priorities:
1. Hermione/Family(Including Harry)
3. Other friends
Hermione was sitting with her legs crossed, sitting on her feet, at the foot of the bed, watching Ron stagger around the room in just his dark grey slacks.
Hermione called out to regain his attention, "It's a good thing you have a metabolism faster than a Nimbus," Ron perked up at the mention of his new broom stick, "Or you'd be ghastly overweight. But, I'd love you still."
She toyed absentmindedly with her engagement ring on her right ring finger. What with the excitement about graduation closing in on them fast, only a handful of students noticed Hermione's new jewelry.
Ron blinked heavily and was unsteady for a moment after getting up too quickly, "Did anybody ask about your ring?"
"Not many. Just a few. I think they were a little distracted tonight," Hermione shrugged, smiling sexily up at Ron. "They'll be begging for the story in class tomorrow, I expect."
"I told the guys on the team that you're my wife," he grinned, leaning heavily on their desk. "They're quite disappointed that you're off the market, quite honestly."
Hermione thought to herself that she didn't need a ring to be claimed as Ron's forever. Though, she was proud and happy to have it. Whenever Ron did lose his footing, they came down so hard on the floor that his footsteps could be heard out in the corridor.
Ron staggered into the corner of their canopy bed and it shook from the impact, to which Hermione giggled, "Earthquake!"
Ron smiled through his drunken stupor, "Hilarious, sweetheart."
Hermione quickly flattened herself onto the mattress as Ron leapt on top of her, "Ouch!" she giggled, drinking in his musk and stench of alcohol, "You're like Fang! You forget how big you are."
Ron growled playfully in her ear, "One of the things you love about me."
Hermione laughed, though her breath was a bit shallow since Ron's broad chest was weighing down on hers, "You're a happy drunk."
Ron murmured, "Mmhmm," Hermione felt pressure growing by her thigh, "I most certainly am."
"I wouldn't want to take advantage of your drunken state," Hermione acted like she was hesitant, "That would be so wrong of me."
Ron growled playfully again, his voice lower than it already was, "Feel that?" Ron pressed himself a little more against her thigh.
Hermione giggled, her dark curly hair encircling her pretty face, "My fiancé needs me to pleasure him?"
Ron lathered his lips on her neck and shoulder, pressing his chin into her skin as he nodded, before flopping on his back at her side. Hermione gasped as her lungs were finally freed and she climbed up on top of him. Ron closed his eyes and groaned as Hermione stroked and caressed his broad chest. She swayed her hips on his belly, hard with muscle, food, and drink.
Ron's long slender hands were meandering their way beneath Hermione's shirt and she gave a little gasp when his warm fingertips snaked their way into her bra cup. Ron had the extraordinary ability to make all of Hermione's inhibitions melt away. Hermione had huge hurdles in her path. But, Ron made them all seem easier to surmount. Ron's fingers found their way to her back and, with after a couple of seconds of frustrated failed attempts, he unsnapped her bra.
"You really are a wizard," Hermione giggled, kissing away his embarrassment.
"Just don't wear bras," Ron suggested with a drunken grin.
Hermione tilted her head, scooting back so that she could unzip his slacks, "Whatever you command, Mr. Ronald Weasley."
Hermione quickly wormed her way out of her shirt and it fell into a heap on the floor with her bra inside of it. While she was distracted for a moment, Ron's hands found their way to her butt and Hermione jolted a little in surprise when he pinched it.
Once he was free of his slacks and boxers, Hermione moaned, "Get into me."
After a brief moment of pain, he slipped inside. He was so big and Hermione was so small it was a wonder how it didn't hurt every time. It seemed as impossible as getting into the Chamber of Secrets. Ron watched her lovingly, waiting to see if the pain passed, before he sat up to kiss her. Hermione loved the prickly feeling of his stubble on her soft skin. Ron pressed her to his chest, tilting her head back as he rammed his tongue into her mouth. Hermione felt her orgasm coming, her breath hitching the closer it got.
"OH!" Hermione cried by his ear.
Ron gulped as his mounted and grunted, falling backwards as his overtook his very long body. Hermione smiled at his look of satisfaction.
Ron raised a finger, "No amount of scotch can hinder me."
Hermione watched him blink heavily, filling her with endearment, "I love you, Ron."
Ron hugged her to him after he slipped out, yanking their blankets over their heads, "I love you, Hermione ... Weasley."
He yawned widely and smacked his lips. It only took a few seconds for him to pass-out cold. Hermione retrieved her shirt before settling beneath the blankets with her future-husband.
"It's good to be home," Hermione sighed as she closed her eyes, curling her hand to her nose as she drifted off to sleep tucked to Ron's long torso.