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Always and Forever

Chapter 1

It was a cold, rainy Sunday afternoon at Hogwarts. All over school, students hung lazily about; some practiced spells. Some ate sweets and gossiped. Some studied. A few napped.

Despite the cold draft throughout the castle, two people were quite warm and cozy. Ron and Hermione lay in Ron's bed, wrapped up in each other so closely they wouldn't have heard the sky falling, if it happened to.

Hermione let out a sigh of pure pleasure as Ron's lips gently touched the sensitive skin on her throat. She leaned her head back, reveling in the sensation, all of the sensations she felt when she was with him. This marked the fourth time they had snogged so passionately, so intently, each time going a little further than before. She had surprised herself with the hungry desire he caused in her- and how she had come to long for him, thinking of him all during the day when they were apart, losing her breath at just the thought of his piercing blue eyes looking at her, watching her, claiming her for his own after so long. She couldn't get enough of his crushing weight above her or his large hands on her, grasping her as he moved against her, as he was doing now.

She moaned as Ron slipped his hands under her shirt, and went back to kissing her mouth. She circled her arms around him, holding him tighter. Ron's kisses made her dizzy with passion that she never knew was within her.

His hand was rubbing her between her legs now, and she didn't make him stop, as she had last time. She flushed at how good he was making her feel, her knickers as wet as the window pane outside his bedroom.

"Hermione…"Ron whispered in her ear. "You're so beautiful…"

"No, I'm not…" she said, blushing, but feeling light as air.

"You are. Believe it." He kissed her, his tongue in her mouth making her absolutely dizzy with a lust she had not known was possible.

"You feel so good," he said softly. He pressed his face into her neck, kissing her there, tickling her with a strand of her long wavy hair. Hermione could feel his heart beating against her chest.

"You, too," she told him. She sighed happily and ran her fingers through Ron's soft mop of red hair.

"Hermione?" Ron whispered.

"Yes?" Hermione kissed the finger that Ron gently ran over her mouth. He opened his mouth to speak, then blushed, and shook his head, burying his face in her hair.

"What? What is it?" she prompted him, giggling. Ron was a lot of things, but she had never known bashful to be one of them. It's actually quite adorable, she thought.

"D-do you ever think about…I mean…what you would say about us…It's just that…" he stammered.

"Just that what?" Hermione said again.

"We…we keep going further and further…and I was wondering if you ever thought about us…you know…whether or not we should…you know…"

"Shag?" Hermione said for him. They looked at each other, and then both of them burst into laughter.

"Well, yes, that's what I was trying to say. But I didn't mean it to sound quite that way," Ron said. His face changed, turning quite serious. "I would love it if we could do that with each other. I would be honored to be the first one to…you know…"

"Who said you were the first?" Hermione asked him.

"What? I…No one…I j-just figured…I mean, you would be my first…I'm sorry, I didn't know you had with someone else…"Ron sputtered, looking hurt.

"I was only teasing you," Hermione said, and laughed. Ron let out a long breath, then rolled over onto his back in defeat.

"Bloody hell, Hermione, that wasn't funny!" he said.

Hermione shoved his shoulder playfully. "Cocky boy. I know you're brilliant at Quidditch and highly popular with the girls, but—"

"I don't care about anyone but you. Only you matter. Only being with you matters," Ron said, reaching for her hand. He looked at her, kissing her, then pulled her close to him. She settled in the crook of his arm comfortably, and a loud crack of thunder echoed throughout the castle. Several screams could be heard outside the bedroom.

Hermione cleared her throat. "I want to. I really do. But I…um…"

"You're not ready," Ron said quickly. "I understand, it's a big step—"

"No! No, I wasn't going to say that. I was going to say that I don't know any contraception spells. I don't think we should, you know, go forward with it unless we know one."

Ron was clearly not expecting that response. "Really? You're serious? You really want to? With me?"

"Yes, I really want to with you. I wouldn't want to with anyone else," Hermione said.

"Of course not…I didn't mean that." He seemed very pleased that Hermione was in agreement with consummating their relationship. He lay closer to her. "Where could we get one? A charm, I mean."

"I'm not sure. I know Madam Pomfrey could help us, I heard Katie Bell talking about a spell she'd gotten from her once, but it's…I'd feel too embarrassed to ask about it."

"Well…there's always Fred and George—"

"Absolutely not. We'd never live that down. But what about Bill? Or Charlie? One of them would know," Hermione said.

"That's a good idea. Bill would be better to ask. He and Fleur are waiting to have children, and I know they're shagging. I'll ask him."

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"A month, huh? That's sort of a long time," Hermione said as calmly as she could. She wanted to scream. She'd been obsessing about Ron making love to her since the last time they'd talked about it, and she was ready now; she didn't want to wait an entire month!

"Yes, well, he also recommended these, er, Muggle things. Condoms, I think he said," Ron said, handing Hermione a small square package.

"Oh, I've heard of these! Don't you just put it on over your, um, your—" Hermione paused, turning red.

"You can't even say it," Ron teased her.

"You can't say it either!"

"It goes on my cock," Ron said, with a smirk. Hermione blushed furiously as Ron continued, "Bill said they work fine. He said he and Fleur use both because Fleur is really careful and doesn't want to ruin her figure by getting pregnant."

Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes. Fleur would be concerned with something like "ruining her figure" by having a baby. She leaned back against Ron's shoulder. "I guess it's settled. It'll be a month, then," she said, and sighed.

But ten minutes later, their clothes were off and they were panting as they lay dampening the sheets on Ron's bed. It had taken some patience for him to get inside of her; despite the pinching pain she was feeling between her legs, she refused to allow Ron to stop. She could, after all, be quite the determined witch and what she didn't want was for some other girl to come along and go all the way with Ron with no problem. It was necessary for them to share this experience together; it simply had to happen this way.

So they kept going, and after awhile, she began to relax as Ron started to feel good to her, really, really good. Hermione couldn't help being impressed; despite his inexperience, he was doing a great job making her feel comfortable and sexy. He kissed her. He whispered little things to her- "I love you so much" "You look so beautiful". What turned her on the most were the little sounds he made, the soft moans against her throat, the sharp intake of breath. It made her feel powerful, that she could give him something that made him feel as good as she was feeling.

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Ron squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying every sensation of his first time making love. He began to thrust harder and faster into Hermione, finding that the sensations got better and stronger every time he did. But just as he had found his rhythm…

POP!

Ron stopped moving over Hermione. "Uh, Hermione? I think it just broke," he said, looking down at her. She was flushed and damp with sweat.

"Huh? What?" Hermione panted, her eyes fluttering open.

"The, um, the thing we were using, it just broke," Ron repeated.

"Haven't you got another one?" Hermione asked impatiently.

"No, I haven't."

Hermione leaned back, sucking in her breath. "But I don't want to stop…"

"What do you want me to do?"

"…Oh, Ron, don't stop just yet. Please don't, not now, just take it off…we'll…go until you're about to…" she begged.

"Are you…sure?" Ron asked. Hermione whimpered, nodding, and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him, kissing him deeply. "Yes," she whispered in his ear, "I didn't know it would be like this…you feel so good, don't stop, let's keep going."

Ron didn't need further prompting. He quickly reached down and ripped the broken condom off, getting her wetness onto his fingers. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a fierce lust, and he put his fingers in his mouth, tasting her.

"Ron…Ron…" Hermione cooed, watching him. He lay back over her, and with a firm shove, he slid again into Hermione, all the way. The feeling without the condom doubled all the sensations he had been feeling before.

"Oi!" he cried out. He reached for Hermione's hands, pinning them over her head, and began to plunge into her. Each drive into her felt better and better, and when she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, he knew he was going to come inside her. Then he was coming inside of her, they were both coming. There were several moans, and then, with a shudder, Ron dropped heavily on top of Hermione, completely spent.

After some time, Ron leaned up, asking, "How do you feel?"

"Sleepy. Sore, a little," Hermione said with a yawn. Ron kissed her nose.

"I'm sorry—"

"No, it's okay, I'm fine. I just don't want to move right now."

"You don't have to go, you can stay. I'll make sure you get up early enough to sneak out before everyone starts getting ready for class," Ron said. Hermione smiled at him, snuggling against his chest.

"You're wonderful," Hermione told him, closing her eyes.

"You are too," Ron said, putting an arm around her.

They fell asleep, happily entwined in each others arms.

A/N: If you're lucky, you can relate to being so in love with someone that you sometimes make a foolish choice when it comes to matters of ahem, s-e-x. Who would have thought that rational Hermione would get so caught up that she would throw caution to the wind? Tsk, tsk….