A/N: I just love Ron/Hermione, and then I had this idea, and then it just happened. I have slaved in the computer lab for like three days now over this. Will have two more parts. ;)

Enjoy...def rated M. M plus plus plus. It's cliche, but it's Ron and Hermione, and it's M, so...

Title: Euphoria and Firewhiskey
Rating: M for muhahahaha might as well be porn
Disclaimer: I'm not in anyway affiliated with the people who own Harry and his friends/universe.
Summary: After Harry disappears with Ginny and several shots of firewhiskey, Ron and Hermione find their own way to celebrate Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup. Set during HBP.

Harry carefully and quietly closed the door behind him and maneuvered his way through the darkened sixth year Gryffindor boys' dormitory. He had not meant to stay out until one in the morning…but the smile plastered on his face showed that he had no regrets. His head was still spinning over the day's events. Gryffindor had won the Quidditch final, and finally, finally he had plucked up the courage to kiss Ginny, in front of his entire house. But still, he had done it, and they had spent a lovely day together at the Quidditch pitch…and by the lake…and in an old Charms classroom…

Harry turned away from Seamus's bed, which reeked of firewhiskey, and pulled off his pants before falling back onto his four-poster. With a contented sigh, Harry closed his eyes and started to relive his afternoon in his head.

A sudden creaking from Ron's bed made his eyes snap open. He wondered if he had been heard coming back. The last thing Harry wanted was for Ron to wake up and ask where he had been all night, especially since Harry was still walking on thin ice with regards to his relationship with Ginny. He didn't want a row with his best friend tainting what had been a perfect day, especially not at this hour.

The creaking stopped a moment later, and Harry assumed that Ron had just been tossing and turning in his sleep. With a sigh of relief, Harry made to pull his curtains closed when-

"Mione."

Harry smirked. It was well known among his peers that Ron fancied Hermione, and this was not the first time Harry had heard him call for her in his sleep.

"Mm…Hermione…so good…Hermione."

He was starting to get louder. With a shake of his head, Harry grabbed his wand and pointed it at his roommate's beds. The least he could do right now to stay on Ron's good side was save him embarrassment. After casting muffliato on every one of his roommates, Harry cast it on his own bed and finished pulling the curtains to before drifting off into a very happy sleep.

Earlier in the day...

Hermione and Luna made their way back to the castle discussing the match between their houses. Hermione was grateful that Luna was such a good sport and, like her, not much of a fan of the game. They agreed that it was a good one, as far as Quidditch matches go anyway, and had just reached the Entrance Hall when Hermione felt warm skin collide with her palm, lacing itself between her fingers. She nearly lost her breath when she turned to find that the hand in question belonged to Ron.

"There's gonna be a blow out party in the common room," he said excitedly. "C'mon, Hermione, we can't miss it."

"You played a good game today, Ronald," Luna hummed as Ron started to pull Hermione away. He looked backed at her and smiled.

"Thanks, Luna. Your house didn't do too bad, either."

"I'll tell them you said so," she said in her hypnotic voice before she looked between her friends knowingly and changed direction. Hermione wondered how she was going to get back to Ravenclaw tower without climbing the grand staircase, but she let her mind wipe it away as Ron tightened his grip on her hand and led her away as if she would get lost if he let her go.

"She's right," Hermione finally said when they reached the top of the stairs. It had taken her that long to remember how to breathe, and she was surprised that any comprehensible words had left her mouth. Ron's skin was doing things to her, affecting her in ways she had never felt under any sort of spell or potion.

Ron turned to look at her questioningly. "Luna? About what?"

"When she said that you played a good game," Hermione pushed out. Once she had started, she felt herself on the brink of gushing. "Actually, that's an understatement. You were brilliant. You made some excellent saves, and even when they got it past you those couple of times, you didn't let it discourage you. It was…amazing." She barely whispered the last word as his blue eyes fell onto her brown and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

Hermione's crush had existed since…well, since the beginning, she had decided. Of course, she was silly enough to play it down and not mark it for what it was until fourth year, when she couldn't interpret her disappointment in not being asked to the Yule Ball by "the right boy" as anything else. But as she looked into his eyes…crush? Hermione had, had feelings for Ron for a very long time; but just this year, she wondered if they had reached…a deeper level.

Of course she loved him. He was one of her best friends, and she loved him for that. But…was she in love with him? The thought gave her goose bumps and butterflies.

Ron smiled shyly at her. "You really think so?"

Hermione nodded quickly. "Absolutely. I mean, I'm not exactly an expert on Quidditch, but…but…yeah," she ended lamely as she realized that they had stopped walking at some point. She couldn't remember when, just like she couldn't remember when they had turned to completely face each other, or when they had gotten so close. She did, however, realize that there was only about a foot left between them, and Hermione's brain was screaming madly at her to close the gap She remembered him grabbing her hand and she was painfully aware that he was still holding it in his; it was the only thing she could think about.

"Thanks." Ron was smiling softly at her, and she could feel her heart melting under his gaze. She was more than grateful that most of the school had found its way back to the common rooms by now.

"I thought…" He trailed off and started playing with their hands, looking down at them with the corners of his mouth turning upward slightly. She looked down at their hands and blushed.

"You thought what?" Hermione asked. He shook his head slightly, but continued.

"I just thought, when you didn't come down to the field after, that…that maybe it wasn't really that impressive of a game."

Hermione felt guilty. She instantly bit her bottom lip-a nervous habit. She and Luna had waited for the stands to clear out and then slowly made their way back to the castle so that they wouldn't have to deal with the crowds. She should have thought that Ron would want her there with him, in the thick of things, especially on a day when Harry couldn't be there.

"Oh, Ron," Hermione said softly. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry. Of course I thought it was impressive. You know I can't do any of what you all do out there, and you outshone everyone today. I didn't want to get caught up in the crowd, and I thought I would just see you after and-and I should have gone and found you."

Ron shrugged. "Don't worry about it."

Hermione shook her head. "No, I should have gone down there. I don't know what I was thinking. You were brilliant today, and I should have gone and told you first thing."

"Hermione, seriously, don't worry about it." He looked up and must have realized just how close they were; she could see his face tensing slightly, and she saw his eyes briefly travel over her. "We should probably get to the party," he said suddenly, dropping her hand. Hermione tried her hardest to ignore the disappointment as she nodded and they made their way quietly to the Gryffindor common room.

Several hours and events passed, including Harry snogging Ginny in front of the entire house, all of the Gryffindors going down to dinner in the Great Hall and coming back up to reignite their party, and Seamus busting out a few bottles of firewhiskey. Ron was on his fifth shot and rather giggly when Hermione sat down next to him and clucked her tongue disapprovingly.

"It's a celebration, Hermione," Ron exclaimed more loudly than he might have without any sort of influence over him. "C'mon, give a bloke a break."

"Well, I won't turn you in," Hermione relented. "But be careful. You never know what could happen under the influence of stuff like that."

"Oh, lighten up, Hermione," Seamus teased as Dean downed his sixth, barely looking any happier than when he had started. "Just because you're not big on drinking doesn't mean you have to ruin it for the rest of us."

"Who said I'm not big on drinking?" Hermione asked, deciding to play devil's advocate. "I just don't like rule breaking, which I have been known to participate in anyway. Besides, if it wasn't against the rules, you don't know what I'd do."

"You wouldn't be taking a shot of this," Seamus yelled. "Or anything! I bet you've barely had any butterbeer."

"I've had two," Hermione growled indignantly. "Ron, you saw. Tell him."

Ron laughed. "Yeah, but that stuff's weak. Why do you think they let anyone have it?"

"We're just saying," Seamus said as he poured himself and Ron each another shot, "that you shouldn't knock it until you try it. And especially when you're trying to run with the big dogs. Now, if you'll excuse-oi, what are you doing?"

Hermione didn't answer him as she gripped the shot he had just poured and pulled away Ron's before downing them both. She paused for a second after and nearly gagged. "Oh, that's foul. It burns." When she recovered, she realized that Seamus, Dean, and Ron were all staring at her with wide eyes, gaping. "What? So I had two shots. There. I've tried it. It's disgusting."

"Hermione," Seamus said in awe. "Those were double shots. You just had about four shots worth."

Hermione winced. "Oh, no. This can't end well."

Ron laughed loudly. "That was impressive," he admitted. "Now while you're still unaffected, pour me another."

Hermione obliged, but it was only a matter of minutes before her cheeks started to feel warm and her mind started to wander where it usually didn't. A few shots later, Ron announced he'd had all he could take and put his arm around Hermione's shoulders before leaning back against the couch. Feeling heavy, Hermione went with him, falling back ungracefully. Ron laughed at her and she couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, hush, you," she said, slapping his chest. Ron stopped laughing and stared at her. Feeling ambitious, she looked away, but flipped her hair over her shoulder in a way she thought might seem seductive. It certainly didn't turn him away.

Another hour passed before the boys started to become belligerent. Ron was practically sliding off the couch when Lavender came wobbling up to the group. "Seamus, I heard you had the goods," she said, shaking her empty cup in his face. "I need some." She caught sight of Ron and Hermione and glared. "Well, if it isn't the two love birds."

"We're not…birds…Lavender," Ron slurred. "We can't fly. Well, I can fly, but I need a broom. But Hermione can't even fly. So that doesn't even make sense." Hermione snickered into her hands.

Lavender rolled her eyes. "I'm so glad I dumped you. You're such a dumbass."

"Don't talk to him like that," Hermione snapped, settling her hand on Ron's thigh. "He's not dumb. If you want to know what dumb looks like, why don't you go have a look in the mirror at the girl who let him get away."

Lavender opened her mouth to retort, but Seamus, who was somehow the most sober of them all, spotted the trouble. "Ron, maybe you should go up to bed, mate. It's getting dark out."

"No." Ron stomped his foot on the ground. "Not until Harry and Ginny get back. They've been gone for ages. I have to make sure they're okay."

"Don't worry, mate, I'm sure they're just fine," Seamus said wickedly. "You should try and sleep this off." Ron sighed and started to get up, pointing at Seamus as he did so, but he wobbled halfway up and fell back onto the couch.

"I can't walk," Ron laughed. "Oh no, that's never happened before. Hermione, my legs won't work. Is that normal?"

Hermione winced and glanced at Seamus, who shrugged. "Ron, let's get you upstairs. I think Seamus is right about sleeping it off." She was still intoxicated, but she knew she would be able to make it when she stood and the world didn't spin or move beneath her feet. She pulled Ron up by his hands and steadied him before she allowed him to put his arm across her shoulder.

"Well, that's two blokes from our room getting lucky tonight," Dean howled. "And neither of them are me."

"I'm going to sleep," Ron called over his shoulder. "In the middle of a party. There's nothing lucky about that." Hermione was glad he had not caught the implications about Harry and Ginny more than she was that he had not picked up on what they were suggesting about the two of them. Getting him to bed she could do. Pulling him out of a drunken fight would be another story.

As they climbed the staircase to Ron's room and fell out of the sight of the common room, Ron leaned more and more on Hermione. At one point he stumbled and started laughing. "Sorry, Hermione. I don't know why my legs won't work." Hermione tried not to laugh at him, knowing it would only encourage him. "I'm just gonna…there we go, now I'll be steady."

Hermione tried to remember how to breathe as he wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on top of hers. She inhaled deeply and started walking again. When they reached his room, Hermione felt a flash of relief and kicked the door behind them closed quickly. In doing so, she stumbled forward a bit and Ron went with her, nearly knocking them to the ground. Hermione tried to steady them again without laughing. If they had not been in such close contact, it might have been funny.

Ron rested his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder and laughed. His warm breath set her on a very delightful edge and shivers ran through her body that had nothing to do with temperature. "This is fun, innit, Hermione?"

"It's only fun because you're drunk," she said sternly, trying her hardest to ignore the fact that he was holding onto her for dear life, and even harder than that not to let her tipsiness take that fact somewhere else. He started to stumble forward and she stiffened her body so that they would not fall. He laughed again when they had regained balance. "Oh, Ron."

Somehow in the shuffle, her hand had found its way up and behind her. Her fingers were running through his silky ginger locks and she-or rather the firewhiskey-had no intention of stopping.

"We're almost there," Hermione mumbled. His bed was just a few feet away. All she had to do was get him to lie down. "Come on, just a few more-"

Hermione stopped dead and gasped as she felt Ron's tongue run along her neck. At first, she thought it might have been on accident…until he found a soft patch of skin and began sucking. She closed her eyes and whimpered. Ron was sucking on her skin. She had fantasized this very event an uncountable number of times, but never once did she think it would happen, especially like this, with them both intoxicated and stumbling to his bed.

At least, not the first time.

"Ron," she managed to choke out. All the happened was that he wrapped his arms more tightly around her so that a hand rested on each of her hips. He squeezed and pulled her back against him. Unable to resist, she complied and fell back, leaning her head slightly to the side. Ron nibbled at the newly exposed skin and moaned.

"You're soft," he mumbled huskily between kisses. "Softer than I ever imagined…"

Hermione felt herself growing damper and blushed slightly. This wasn't supposed to be happening right now, or like this. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and looked up at him. She immediately wished she hadn't, because the way he was looking at her now made her stomach do cartwheels.

"You're drunk," she blurted.

"I'm in love," he breathed. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, and in that instant, with him looking at her full of desire, and with her feeling like the only girl in the entire world, and maybe even because the firewhiskey was telling her so, she was his. She pulled away slowly and kicked off her shoes before lying back on his bed. She propped herself up on her elbows.

"Can I stay with you tonight?"

He answered her by stumbling forward the last few steps to the bed and collapsing next to her. She turned onto her side and looked down at him. They stared at each other for a few moments before she lowered her head to his and kissed him.

Hermione was seeing fireworks, glorious fireworks of deep blue and brilliant red, like his eyes and hair. They were her favorite colors now. Nothing in the world could be more beautiful than his shade of blue and Weasley red. Ron moaned into her mouth and grabbed her hip. Hermione slid her thigh to the other side of him and pressed her body against his. Her hands slid up his chest to hold his face as they snogged even deeper. She took control and grabbed his tongue, sucking it as his moans grew longer and louder.

"Bloody hell," Ron gasped when she let go just long enough to get air. "Hermi-mm," she cut him off by pressing their mouths together again and exploring his with her tongue. Her hands moved slowly downward to his chest, stroking him over his thin t-shirt.

Ron pressed his hips up into Hermione's and she gasped, losing control of the kiss and allowing him to take over. As he moved again, she ground her hips down at him. Ron cried out and squeezed her hips hard again. Hermione kept moving her hands downward as they moved against each other, creating a heavenly friction. She slid them underneath his shirt and teased the skin that awaited her. Deciding that it wasn't enough, she moved them back to the hem and tugged up. Ron cooperated immediately. He broke the kiss and pulled it off in one smooth motion

Hermione stared down at him with wide eyes. She knew he was watching her, waiting for some sort of reaction. Her fingers delicately traced paths along his pale skin, marveling at how warm and toned he was. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her growing desire for just a moment longer. She wanted to memorize him. She wanted to remember this when she was sober, to remember what he looked like, and the way he felt under her touch. For all she knew, this was going to be her only shot.

Her eyes snapped back to his face. He was staring at her anxiously, but his eyes were still glazed over. "Hermione...if you don't want...if this is too much..."

Too much? Hermione giggled to herself and leaned forward, pressing her entire upper body against his unclothed skin. "It's not enough," she whispered before she kissed him. They moaned together and continued to snog for several minutes before Ron made a maneuver that had Hermione on her back. He smiled down at her and leaned down to press his lips against her jaw. She pulled her legs further apart, feeling that he was too far away. Feeling daring, she reached for his belt buckle, but he stopped her.

"Oh, no you don't," Ron slurred playfully. "We've got to at least keep it even." She gasped when his hands slid under her shirt and rubbed her stomach gently. She helped him pull off her shirt and his hands returned to her abdomen as they kissed passionately. He was taking things too slowly for her liking. She grabbed one of his wrists and slid his hand up to rest over her bra. They both moaned at the contact.

"How does this work?" Ron asked as he slid his hands behind her.

"It's just a clasp," Hermione gasped. "You just unhook-ah."

Ron looked down at her smugly and pulled away the bra that he had successfully undone so quickly. But his smug look disappeared once he had thrown it at the end of his bed, replaced by a look of awe and shock.

Hermione crossed her arms, suddenly feeling self-conscious. All of the firewhiskey in the world wouldn't be enough to make Ron's opinion of her not matter. She wondered suddenly if she was the first girl he had ever seen this way. She wondered if he and Lavender had ever gotten that far. She wouldn't be surprised if they had. And she knew that her body couldn't compare to someone like Lavender's.

Hermione began to cry. She felt stupid and she knew that she was ruining the moment, and she knew that the firewhiskey was making her more emotional than she should have been, but she couldn't help but let the tears flow. All of the emotion she had felt over the past few months, all of the things she had bottled up were coming at her full force, and it was overwhelming.

"Hermione," Ron said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. He wiped away some of her tears. "Don't cry. Please, don't cry. If you don't want to do this, we don't have to."

Hermione shook her head. "I-I want this. I've wanted this for so long. But I know I'm-I'm not like Lavender."

Ron smiled softly and shook his head. "No, you're not," he said with a chuckle. "You're worth ten of her, Hermione."

"B-but she's pretty. And I'm just...I'm just plain and boring and-" She stopped, unable to finish.

"No," Ron said. "Listen. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You're strong and intelligent and beautiful in every sense of the word, and you're the only girl I'll ever want. Lavender can't compete with that. No one can compete with that." He pulled her arms away and stared down at her chest. "And you've got fantastic tits. Don't worry about that."

Hermione giggled at his lack of charm. "Better than Lavender's?"

He shrugged. "I assume so. I never saw hers. But I can't imagine them being half as perfect as yours."

A wave of pride overcame Hermione, driving out all her insecurities and doubts. "Ron," she said softly, stroking his hair out of his magnificent blue eyes. They looked back up at her, ready to hang off her every word. She was very grateful for firewhiskey as she prepared her next words. "I want you to be my first."

She wouldn't have said it if she hadn't been under some sort of influence, but Ron leaned into her and kissed her softly anyway. "Are you sure?" he muttered. He was so sexy to her in that moment, more than ever before. She could see all the lust in his eyes clouded over by that look he always reserved for her. She nodded. He kissed her again. "I want you to be my only."

"Oh, Ron." The tears started to pour again. This time, they were victorious. "I love you."

She had said it. She had admitted it not only to Ron, but to herself, finally. She had surpassed crush months ago, maybe even the previous year. All she knew was that life without Ron seemed like the most dismal hell she could ever suffer through, and after not talking to him for the past few months, she had gotten a taste. It was something she had decided she couldn't live with. Between her need for him, even when she was angry with him, and her constant concern for his wellbeing, nearly to the point of paranoia, she had realized that she was in love with no intentions of every climbing out.

"I love you more," Ron answered without missing a beat, and the way he looked at her as he said it, the way it rolled so naturally out of his mouth, she knew that his feelings were true. She still doubted that he could feel more for her than she felt for him, but before she had time to argue, he kissed her again. His hands found their way to her breasts and he palmed them in such a way that had Hermione moaning his name again and again. "They're so perfect," Ron hissed before taking one his mouth. Hermione let out a tiny yelp and grabbed at his hair.

"Ron...that feels amazing...oh, Ron...right there...oh, god..."

After he had ravished her chest, Ron moved down her abdomen, kissing her gently along the way. When he reached the line of denim at her hips, he didn't pause before unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them down. Hermione lifted herself so they would slide off-and her knickers went with them. Ron tossed the pants at the end of his bed and positioned himself between her thighs, which he began to kiss. Hermione moaned several times before he looked up at her.

"I love seeing you like this," he said wickedly. Hermione gulped and watched as he dipped his head into her most private area. His tongue slid slowly up her folds and she shrieked, surprised at how fantastic the sensation felt. "You taste so fucking good, Hermione." He did it again, ending on her sensitive nerves and sucking gently.

Hermione was sure the noises she was making weren't even human. She wanted to watch him. She was curious about what he was doing, and how it could be so good, but every time he touched her, she could only throw her head back against the pillow in pleasure.

Ron continued to maneuver his tongue around her folds, drawing out long cries of pleasure from Hermione as he did so. He was too far away from her reach, so she clutched at his sheets, trying not to lose complete self-control. She caught her breath when he momentarily pulled away.

"Ron, that feels so good," Hermione croaked. She finally was able to look down at him. He was smirking up at her arrogantly. She reached out to touch his hair. "Ron, you're too far away. I want you."

He moved up enough for her to touch his face. She rubbed his warm cheek and slid her hands up into his hair. "But I'm not done," he told her. Hermione gave him a quizzical look. "I've got more in store for you."

Hermione shook her head. "No, I just want you to-ahhh." She let out a long, high-pitched moan as she felt Ron's fingers press against her clit. He moved them against it and she moaned again, arching her back.

"Feel good?" Ron asked. Hermione tightened her grip on his hair as she nodded.

"Yes."

Ron smirked again. "Excellent." He continued to move his fingers for a few minutes before he let his thumb take over. As it rubbed against her and Hermione was sure she was getting close to letting go, she felt him slide one of his fingers inside her.

"Ron," Hermione moaned. "Ron, th-that-oh my god, yes," she hissed as he slid in a second and pumped in and out. She rocked her hips on his fingers as they moved faster. Ron kissed her stomach again and again as he pleased her. "Harder," Hermione cried. She was so close that she thought she was going to explode. "I'm almost-alm-ah."

"Almost what?" Ron asked innocently, looking up at her with rounded eyes. His fingers pushed even harder into her and she nearly screamed.

"Almost there. I'm right-I-Ron," she gasped before she lost it. Her body shuddered and tingled all the way down as she felt pleasure explode through her. She continued to ride his fingers until it stopped and she slowed herself to a halt. Ron pulled his fingers out of her slowly and leaned down to kiss her sensitive mound. He then pulled himself up to cover her body with his. Breathing heavily, Hermione looked up at him in awe with a stupid grin on her face. "Where did you learn to do that? Should I be thanking Lavender?" She threw a hand over her mouth as soon as she'd said it.

Ron laughed loudly. "No. She was never that lucky."

"How lucky was she?" Hermione couldn't help it. She was curious, especially now that she knew just how talented Ron was. And this was when he was drunk. She wondered if a sober Ron would be even better. Then again, she remembered that she was very far from sober herself. Maybe it wouldn't be quite as smooth when they didn't have firewhiskey to aid them.

Ron shrugged. "I barely touched her tits, Hermione. And that was over clothes. She didn't get anything like you got." He sucked his middle finger. "Merlin, you taste fantastic. I never thought it would taste this fucking good. Want to try?"

He held out his index finger, which was covered in her juices. Hermione scowled, slightly disgusted…but she couldn't resist her curiosity. With a nervous glance up at Ron, she grabbed his hand with her still shaking fingers and eased his finger into her mouth. She didn't have time to register the taste; she was completely hypnotized by Ron's expression as she licked his finger. He was inebriated with desire, and as long as she had him like this, she was in control. The idea scared her, and yet made her feel powerful and excited.

"Not bad," she admitted, releasing his finger. He continued to stare down at her as though someone had hit him over the head. She cupped his face again. "Come here," she whispered, pulling him down. They snogged more passionately than they had all night. Hermione was overcome with bliss. Here she was in Ron Weasley's bed, allowing him to completely have her, and in complete control of him. His hands moved under her arse and squeezed, causing her to gasp and throw her head back. He took advantage of the moment and let his lips fall onto her neck.

Determined not to give Ron complete control again just yet, Hermione slid her hands down his sides. He moaned when she found his bottom and she slid her hands around to his belt buckle. "What happened to keeping it even?" she asked playfully as she unfastened it as quickly as her wobbling fingers would allow.

Ron removed himself from her and finished undressing himself. He threw his clothes onto the floor and looked back at his lover. She couldn't help but stare at him. He blushed, and Hermione realized he was feeling suddenly insecure. Hermione sat up and moved closer to him. She looked up fleetingly, almost as if asking permission, and stroked him with one of her fingers. Ron inhaled sharply and shut his eyes.

"Is that alright?" Hermione asked timidly, drawing her hand back. Ron nodded wildly.

"It's bloody fantastic." He opened his eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back and glanced down at his lips. He took her hint and leaned down to give her a deep, fierce kiss. The both of them moaned and fell back against the bed. Ron left a small space between himself and Hermione, much to her displeasure. She knew he wouldn't stay that way for long, especially as she wrapped her entire hand around him, making him groan and pull away for air.

"I hope I didn't disappoint you," he murmured against her lips.

Hermione leaned back and shook her head. "You're-you're a lot bigger than I imagined. I mean," she said quickly, blushing. "Not that I ever imagined you were, well, lacking, but I never thought you were…well, that anyone could be so…oh," she ended, mortified.

Ron laughed. He buried his head against Hermione's shoulder and shook them both as he laughed hysterically. "You thought about it?"

"All the time," Hermione admitted, glad that he was drunk. She wrapped her free arm around his neck and kissed his ear. "Didn't you ever think about what it might be like?"

"Every single night," Ron blurted. "And every single day. Hermione, you're all I ever think about." Hermione felt another surge of pride. She gripped him a little more tightly and slid her hand up and down him slowly. He stopped chuckling and groaned, making her toes curl.

"You didn't disappoint me," Hermione whispered into Ron's ear. "You're perfect for me, Ron. Absolutely perfect. And I…I want you to be my only, too."

Ron pushed himself up and looked down at Hermione. "I love you. You're so beautiful. Do you…do you really want to do this?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "We're already completely naked. We might as well. And I want to. I want to…to…"

"To have sex with me?" Ron never did have a way with words, and the firewhiskey wasn't doing him any favors in that department. But Hermione felt a wave of love overwhelm her as he said it in the way that only Ron could.

"Y-yes," Hermione gasped. "I want to…to have sex with you."

"Now?"

"Now."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight," Hermione said impatiently. "Ron, I love you. I want you. Tonight. Forever." She stroked him again and he hissed. "Please. You're going to kill me if you keep me waiting."

Ron nodded and positioned himself comfortable between her legs. He took a deep breath. "You ready?" Hermione nodded and bit her bottom lip. Ron smiled sweetly at her and she helped him guide himself into her.

"Fuck," Ron exclaimed the moment he pressed himself into her. Hermione winced at both his lack of tact and the pinching sort of pain she felt where he had entered her. "How are you?"

"I-I'm fine, I think." The pain was already fading. "I'd be better if you were closer to me."

Ron smiled and balanced himself so he could lie against her without crushing her completely. Hermione wrapped her arms around him. Her hands traveled up to his shoulders and she held on tightly. "Are you alright? Really? Don't lie to me. I want to make sure you're comfortable. I want to make you happy."

Hermione nodded again. "I'm fine. It's not that bad. Go on. Just take it easy if you can." Ron nodded and moved out of her, then in again. He closed his eyes in pleasure. It didn't hurt nearly as much now as it had at first for Hermione. He repeated the action, and this time, Hermione gasped and grabbed his shoulders.

"Ron, oh my god." He opened his eyes and stopped, concerned. "That feels wonderful. Keep going, please."

Ron leaned down to kiss her as he started moving again. "I'm glad you like it as much as I do-holy shit."

It continued that way for a few minutes. Ron would thrust in and out of Hermione as they both moaned contentedly. Hermione started rocking her hips to meet his. Their pace climbed faster and faster until Hermione felt herself building up again.

"I'm close," she whined into Ron's ear. He kissed hers and she pulled him even closer to her. "Ron, you're so…so good…at…oh…oh, yes."

Ron groaned loudly. "Me too…I think I might…I can't for much longer…I'm gonna…oh, fuck, Hermione, yes." He moaned her name a few more times before he cried out loudly. Hermione felt him let go and it sent her over the edge. Her climax started just as his ended, and when it was over, Ron collapsed on top of her.

"Oh, bloody hell, sorry. I don't know if I can move just yet."

Still breathing heavily, Hermione moved one of her hands up to stroke the ends of his hair against his neck. He shivered and she kissed his cheek. "Don't move," she requested lazily. "I like the feel of you."

Ron shifted slightly to the side so that he was only half covering her. He rested his head on the pillow next to hers and stared into her eyes. His weren't as glazed over as they had been earlier. "The feel of me? What about the feel of you? That was bloody awesome."

Hermione sighed and kissed the tip of his nose as it sunk in. She was no longer a virgin. She had given herself completely to Ron. And he loved her. She stared at him, watching him close his eyes as he began to fall asleep. "Are you still staying with me tonight?" he slurred.

"If you want me to," Hermione yawned.

Ron opened his eyes again. "Of course I want you to. You think I want to sleep with you and then not be able to wake up next to you?" Hermione chuckled to herself. "I'll take that as a yes. You're staying with me." He sat up and pulled his curtains shut before pulling back the blankets and allowing her to crawl under them before he did. "This has been the best night of my life. I love you so much, Hermione."

She beamed at him as he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes. "I love you, too, Ron." She started to doze off when she remembered something. "Ron, wait. I'm curious about something."

Ron groaned and opened his eyes. "You were supposed to be getting me to bed, remember? You've already done a brilliant job of distracting me."

Hermione giggled. "That's what I was wondering about. If you and Lavender didn't…get that far…I wonder, how did you know what you were doing?"

"It's just natural," Ron mumbled against his pillow, still watching her. "You seemed to know what to do. Didn't you ever have 'the talk' or whatever?" he asked, even using air quotes. Hermione tried not to giggle at how adorable he looked.

"I meant the foreplay. When you…when you were down there," she breathed, blushing. Ron grinned madly. "How did you know what to do?"

Ron snickered. "What, I can't just be naturally good it?" Hermione frowned at him. "Alright, alright. Fred and George sat me down last summer and…gave me some pointers."

"When did they have time?" Hermione giggled. "Between the shop and everything, I wouldn't think-"

"No, this was before the shop," Ron said. "It was when we were at Grimmauld Place. They said they didn't want me to embarrass them. And that you deserved the best." His eyes widened as soon as he'd said it. "I can't believe I just said that. It's true, though. They kept knocking on doors whenever they were looking for us. Remember? They kept teasing me, thinking something was going to happen when we were there that summer."

"I wish it would have," Hermione yawned. "Maybe not all of this, but I wish we had figured out our feelings before now."

"Better late than never, I guess," Ron said as he pulled Hermione tightly against him. She moaned and buried her face against his shoulder.

"Yes, better late than never. I love you, Ron." She chuckled. "I'm so in love with you."

"I love you, Hermione." Ron yawned. "I'm more than in love with you." He kissed the top of her head and in a matter of minutes she was asleep, hoping that she wouldn't wake to find it was all just a dream.