Please leave me a review or if you have any suggestions for further chapters, go ahead and send them my way!

Thanks for reading!

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo xoxoxoxoxo

Four days. Four GLORIOUS days of peace and quiet at the near-empty Burrow.

Hermione and Harry were spending their Christmas holidays with the Weasleys as usual but for four days, Ron and Hermione would be alone. His parents, Ginny and Harry were all going be celebrating New Year's at Shell Cottage with Bill and Fleur, who had just announced they were expecting their first child.

"Ron, you'll share a room with Harry. Ginny and Hermione can bunk up together, just like here" His mother had said at dinner. Ron tried so hard not to roll his eyes. His mum was so old-fashioned. If she only knew how much snogging was going on in the house late at night when she was asleep, there would be no Howler loud enough.

Ronald Bilius Weasley! I'm APPALLED! How dare you carry on under my own roof!

But Mum, Ginny and Harry...

Don't you dare tell tales about your sister! She's an innocent little lamb!

Yeah, right Mum. I forgot. I didn't have to suppress the urge to kick Harry's teeth in when I caught them half starkers in the pantry over the summer.

No, that conversation wouldn't go well.

Mrs. Weasley was still talking about the sleeping arrangements (Ron and Harry would also have to share space with Percy when he arrived) when Hermione said "Actually, Mrs. Weasley I thought I'd stay here. I'd love to see Bill and Fleur but I really have so much studying to do, all these NEWTs, you see..." There was something in her voice, something conspiratorial, Ron was sure of it.

Mrs. Weasley gave Hermione a sympathetic nod. "Yes, of course my dear. We can't have you falling behind, can we?"

Ron took the opportunity; "Mum, I think I'll stay behind as well. George will probably need my help at the store. It's still a busy time of the year with all the parties going on."

Ginny instantly glared at Ron with wide eyes and a "you're not getting away with this" look. She was about to speak when Hermione casually kicked her under the table. They had a silent conversation with their eyes:

Please don't spoil it!

You owe me!

I know!

Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing and Ron couldn't make eye contact with anyone.

Mrs. Weasley considered Ron's comment and said, "Ron, as much as I don't want Hermione to be all alone at New Year's, I thought we could all..."

Mr. Weasley interrupted, "Molly, the boy is nearly 19 years old. I think he can manage. Besides, Hermione will be here." He snuck a look at Ron and smirked.

Mrs. Weasley reluctantly agreed. Hermione gave Ron's thigh a squeeze under the table.

"Devious, you are! Brilliantly devious!" Ron said later. They were finishing washing the dinner dishes and everyone else had settled in the parlor. Hermione giggled and flipped her hair back.

"Well, it is an awful lot of studying I plan to do..." she teased with that overtly innocent schoolgirl tone in her voice. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and wet her lips suggestively as she raised her eyebrow at him. It was all Ron could do to not take her right there on his parent's kitchen table. There would be plenty of time for that later. Mr. Weasley walked hesitantly into the kitchen and took Ron aside.

"Don't think I don't know what all that is about," he said, stealing a glance at Hermione. "Just make sure that Bill is the only expectant father in this family."

Ron turned beetroot and cringed.

"Oh, you think you invented it all, do you? Let me tell you something about your Mum before she had Bill..." he started. Ron put his hands up in front of his ears.

"Dad, I think I could go the rest of my life without hearing that story..." he said frantically trying to think of anything but the mental pictures the awkward conversation had released into his head.

Mr. Weasley nodded. "Just remember what I've said." He turned and left the room smiling to himself and shaking his head.

Bright and early the next morning, everyone was up, fed and ready to head for Shell Cottage. As Harry dressed, Ron lay on his bed with a smug expression on his face.

"Got to tell you, mate - I wish Ginny had thought of it first. I love Bill and Fleur, but four days of shagging sure sounds better."

Ron screwed up his face in a disgusted expression. "Must you? Must you always remind me that I let you date my sister?" he said half-kidding.

Harry laughed loudly "As if you have a say in it!"

One by one they all exited via Floo powder, Mrs. Weasley was the last to leave.

"Oh, and Ron - please pick up after yourself, don't let me come home to a house full of dirty socks and dishes..."

"I know, Mum. I know!" he said impatiently. She kissed Ron and Hermione and left. All at once it was quiet and still in the house. They stood next to each other not making a sound until to his great surprise, Hermione pounced. She wrapped her arms around his neck and almost knocked him over. Her hands seemed to be everywhere all at once. He stumbled back into an end table, nearly shattering the lamp on it.

"Whoops!" She said, regaining her composure. Ron bit his lip, tucked the very tips of his fingers in the waistband of her pyjama pants and drew little circles on her skin with his thumbs. Where first? Living room floor? Kitchen counter or bloody hell...the shower? It was a major fantasy of Ron's to have Hermione in the shower. He'd passed many a boring hour during Auror training thinking about Hermione's wet soapy body.

He was captivated by the hungry look in Hermione's eyes. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. He followed her up to his bedroom. As soon as they were inside she was wrapped around him again. As one, they stumbled towards his bed and she tugged his shirt up over his head. She planted soft kisses all over his chest and pushed him back onto his bed where he landed hard, making the springs creak.

He pulled her towards him, capturing her body in between his legs. He lifted her shirt up revealing the creamy soft skin of her stomach and the tight little bow of her navel. As he kissed her skin, she pulled her shirt off and she ran her fingers through his hair. Lifting his eyes he groaned to find her delicate breasts bare and beckoning to him. He loved how they were just the right size to fill his hand. She shivered when he sucked on her nipples and she raked her nails across his shoulders.

She pushed him flat onto his back and straddled him. He cupped her bottom in his hands and squeezed. "Two months is too long to wait..." He said in her ear. She gave a little laugh, remembering the incredible night they had spent in the Three Broomsticks when he'd paid her a surprise visit in October. She'd gotten into so much trouble with Professor McGonagall - he and Harry had lied and said they had permission to keep Ginny and her out overnight. But it was totally worth it.

"Miss Granger, Miss Weasley - I'm surprised at you." McGonagall fumed.

"I'm sorry, Professor. They told us they..." Ginny attempted to explain but the fire in McGonagall's eyes scared her into silence.

"Miss Weasley, I've a good mind to expell the pair of you. But. I won't. Go back to your dormitory before I change my mind."

Without another word they had fled the Head Mistress's office. They sent word to the boys that all was well, but they couldn't do that again.

She took his earlobe in her mouth and bit him, gently at first but then more aggressively. He moaned and pushed her onto her back, planting more kisses in between her perfect breasts. She wiggled out of her pyjama pants, leaving only a whisper of black material covering Ron's favorite place in the world.

Ron slid his hand down the front of her knickers making her gasp. She squeezed her thighs together feeling his warm fingers caress her on the outside and let out a loud moan as he dipped a finger in between her folds. Teasing, he stroked her at different speeds enjoying her panted moans. She closed her eyes and arched her back, whispering his name.

"Oh, fuck me..." she sighed.

"That's what I had in mind." He replied.

He pulled her knickers all the way down and threw them to the floor. He traced a line down her inner thigh, sitting up as he did. She leaned up on her elbows and watched him lick his fingers. Dropping to his knees on the floor he spread her legs wide and kissed his way up her thigh.

"Ron..." she moaned.

He started licking her slowly, enjoying every shudder, every twitch of her legs on either side of his face. He pushed his tongue deeper into her feeling her hot, wetness all over his chin, his lips. She fisted the sheets as he continued probing her with his tongue. Goddamn, she tasted so good. Her passionate cries were coming faster and faster as he centered his mouth on her tight bundle of nerves. Her hips bucked up but he had a firm grasp of her, even as she struggled to get away, moaning and groaning her approval.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." she said breathlessly and suddenly she uttered a loud, gutteral moan and her whole body became rigid, convulsing in orgasm. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and climbed up on top of her.

"I fucking love when you do that." She said.

"Good, because I don't fucking plan on stopping." He answered.

He kissed her face and she licked his lips. "Is that me?" She asked. "That's how I taste?"

"Yep." He answered licking his lips. His erection was pushing uncomfortably against his pyjamas. He reached down to adjust himself but her hand got there first.

"I want to taste you."

He rolled onto his side and she slid to the floor. He sat back on the bed and watched as she knelt in between his thighs and pulled his pyjamas down to his ankles and he kicked them off.

She took hold of him and stroked her hand up and down. As she took him in her mouth, he exhaled a long, slow breath and tilted his head back. She ran her mouth up and down his shaft, his hair tickling her nose as she did. He pushed her hair out of her face and watched her cheeks suck in. Breathing more and more rapidly, he moaned her name.

She bobbed her head up and down faster felt his thighs tense up. He grabbed her hair and she knew it wouldn't be long now. As he released his warm juices into her mouth he groaned:

"So bloody hot...fuuuuuuckfuckfuck!"

Swallowing, she climbed up next to him and cuddled into his chest. They interlaced their fingers and he kissed her forehead.

"Where do you fancy next?" She asked.

"Next, I thought I'd make you come again right here." He said thoughtfully. "All the years I've spent on this bed listening to Harry fucking snore with you in Ginny's room..."

"It's hot in here. We'll definitely need a shower after that."

"Blimey, you read my mind!"

She sighed, contentedly. "Do you remember the first time? In the..."

"The tent, yeah." he responded. Sodding hell, how could I forget? "I was so nervous."

"You were nervous? I was shaking the whole time!" She said.

"Well, you were overcome by my animal magnetism." He bragged. She elbowed him playfully.

"No seriously, Hermione. I didn't have the slightest sodding clue what I was doing. I'd imagined it so many times but when it actually happened..." He didn't know what else to say.

"When it finally happened, you mean." she said, dreamily. "It was perfect. It was with you."

"I'm just glad I didn't make a total arse of myself and shoot off as soon as you touched me. I was a real quick-draw back then." He laughed, embarassed. "No, seriously. You try to wank with someone else in the room! You have to be quick and quiet - it's maddening."

"I know. It really is."

Did she really say that? Really?

"Eh? What was that?" He looked down at her, amused and aroused at the same time.

"You aren't the only one who does it, you know." She said matter-of-a-factly. "One time, I swear Ginny heard me, but I pretended I was having a coughing fit to cover up the heavy breathing."

It was almost more than he could handle. He pushed up on one elbow.

" were in my sister's room...touching yourself..."

"Pretending it was you, yeah." She admitted, blushing.

"Sodding fuck, how did I not know that?"

"You didn't ask." She said plainly.

This was getting good. He pushed himself up to a seated position. "So, where else did this happen?" He said, resting his chin thoughtfully on his fist.

She blushed and sat up, leaning her back against the headboard. She stretched her legs out in front of her and pulled his Chudley Cannons blanket over her lap.

"Well," she began. "I definitely do it in my bed at school. But you know, it's not any easier with four other girls in the room."

Oh bloody hell that's hot.

He started running his hand lazily up and down her calves as she spoke.

"I did it once in Grimmauld Place..." she confessed turning red. "The night you held my hand until we fell asleep. I woke up and saw you so close to me...I couldn't help myself."


"I would have died to see that." he said. He didn't notice her hand was tucked under his blanket. Didn't notice it was moving.

She closed her eyes and released a low hiss. He peaked under the blanket.

Oh my f-fucking...

Pulling the blanket completely off of her he stared with his mouth gaping. Every ounce of cool drained from him.

Hermione. Is. Touching. Herself. On. My. Bed.

She was rubbing herself with two fingers of one hand, while the other casually stroked her nipple. She pushed her head back and moaned.

He licked his lips, filling up to the brim with desire.

She withdrew her fingers and he nearly fainted when she sucked on them. "I see why you like it so much."

He growled, unable to control himself one more second. He seized her hips and pulled her body down on the bed. He pushed her legs open and thrust himself inside her. He moaned when she clenched around him. They panted and groaned together, each breath accented by a grunt as he pumped into her.

"Never...ever...better..." she cried out. He closed his eyes, knowing he was on the brink and willed himself to last longer.

Come on, Ron. For fuck's sake. You're not 15 anymore!

But it's Hermione...on my bed!

Think unsexy thoughts.

Not. Fucking. Possible.

She lifted her leg to rest her heel on his lower back. He shifted and she hooked her leg over his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate deeper inside her.

Oh bloody fucking sodding hell.

She moaned something that very well might have been his name and started shaking all over. That's all he needed, he let himself release and he kissed her hard as his heart rate evened out.

He watched her chest rise and fall. Her hair was sweaty and spread out wide all over his pillow. Here, surrounded by a sodding ocean of sodding orange, he'd fulfilled one of his longest-held fantasies.

"Love you." he said.

"Love you, too." she responded. They cuddled there until he drifted off to sleep.

He woke with a start. Crookshanks' ugly squashed face was only a breath away from his nose. "Gerrof, you little bleeder!" he said waving his arm hoping to make contact with the cat. He looked around and Hermione wasn't there.

"Hermione?" No answer.

He pulled on a pair of boxers and stumbled down the stairs. He found her laying on her stomach in the living room, surrounded by books and stacks of parchment. She was wearing an old t-shirt of his that barely hid the fact that she was not wearing knickers. He crept up behind her and planted a kiss on the top of her head as he stepped over her to spread out on the sofa.