The Engagement

The Engagement

Chapter 10: The Truth

Hermione helped Ron get seated opposite her usual place and went to the stove to portion food on his plate. The salad and the bread were already on the table, along with a bottle of red wine. Ron waited courteously while she filled her own plate and sat down. Then Ron poured them some wine.

They ate mostly in silence, both sensing that something was changing. Or maybe something had already changed. There was no room nor wish for small talk, and they both enjoyed the quiet.

Ron was sure that the dinner Hermione had prepared was nothing short of amazing but he was too preoccupied with his thoughts to taste much. Still he ate at a steady, not too speedy pace and with relish, and complimented Hermione on her cooking skills. Hermione thanked him gracefully. Mrs. Weasley she was not, but she was well able to feed herself and others when necessary; both the muggle way and with magic. She rather liked cooking and baking, just not every single day.

"So…you've forgiven me for running my mouth?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"There's nothing to forgive. And you've forgiven me a lot worse during the years." Ron rolled his eyes, trying to make Hermione smile.

"That's just the way you are, Ron. I wouldn't have you any other way:"

Ron snorted and gave a disbelieving laugh.

"Why is that so impossible for you to believe? I love you for you! Err, I mean—"

"I know what you meant…but while on the subject, sort of, there's something I need to tell you."

Hermione noticed the tips of Ron's ears starting to get red in a very familiar way.

"What? What is it?"

"This isn't an easy thing for me to say…I should've told you long ago. You see, the thing is—Hermione, are you okay? You look nauseous all of a sudden. This isn't bad news, or it's not supposed to be at least…but it can wait!" he hurried to explain. The cowardly side of him was more than ready to postpone the confession for another, oh, ten or so years.

"You sound so serious you're scaring me. Just come right out and say it, whatever it is." Hermione urged him.

"Right. Err…the thing is that I…sort of…fancy you. Wait! That didn't come out right! I don't sort of fancy you, I do. And there's more. Hermione, I...love you. I have loved you ever since I can remember."

Ron had been getting more nervous by the second and now he was nearing the panic stage. Why was she frozen over like that, staring at him with her eyes glimmering?

"Say something…anything." he begged with a hoarse voice.

"Ron…" Hermione whispered, and then she sighed. Next she surprised him by rising from the table and flinging herself on him and gripping him so tight it hurt. It had been years and their bodies had grown into full maturity since then but it felt just as right as it had the last time, if not more so. This was no rushed, awkward hug to wish a happy birthday or some such thing that they had exchanged over the intervening years.

"Does this mean you're not mad?" he asked smiling, but not yet convinced of the depth of her feelings.

"Ron – I say this with absolute love and respect – shut your gob unless you intend to kiss me with it."

"Does that mean- -"

Hermione shut his mouth by putting her lips on his, unleashing all of her unspent passion and fervour on him. And Ron kissed her back, by God and Merlin himself did he kiss her! His lips were both firm and insistent as he demanded the entrance to her mouth which she gladly gave. The kiss turned from hurried and exploratory to hard and bruising and Hermione felt delightful twitches between her legs. She had known their kisses would be pure fire and heat and fireworks but she hadn't expected this. Ron exceeded all of her expectations. Then again he always had, he just didn't know it. Or believe her when she'd told him so.

"Oh Hermione" he panted into her mouth, "I've wanted to do this for years."

"Me too. Don't stop." she demanded and pulled him back to her mouth. This time Ron licked her bottom lip before nipping at it gently with his teeth. Another long moan escaped her and it shot straight to his cock. She was making him lose all his inhibitions, and he just couldn't stay quiet any longer.

"Do you realize that I've waited years to get you like this? To get you in my arms, preferably naked?" he whispered roughly, "Ever since fourth year I think, although you had caught my eye since the day we met. I didn't even understand what it meant at first, you were my friend and a girl, and you made me just barking, but it took time to realize why that was."

"And why was that, Ron?"

"I bloody adore you, Hermione." he stated the obvious; "I love it when we bicker. Ever since I became old enough it always made me want to lift up your skirt and push you to the nearest clear surface. It turns me on so fucking much, Hermione! No one argues with me the way you do."

Hermione let out a nervous laugh. "They better not if that's what it does to you. But I enjoy it too." she blushed, " It was always foreplay...a mating dance. Even when we were too young to call it what it is. But your parents and the professors knew, they had to!"

"Enough talk, at least if it's not dirty. And as much as I enjoy the subject matter, it's not nearly as dirty as I want to get with you." Ron stood up and lifted Hermione up on his strong arms and placed her onto the kitchen table.

"The dishes—" Hermione began, but didn't have any time to continue before Ron had cleared them right off with a single sweep of his hand. He expected a rebuke from her and was genuinely but all the more pleasantly surprised when she just giggled. She didn't seem mad that he'd made a mess and had destroyed her china. In fact she seemed flustered and maybe even…flattered?

"I want to devour you like a meal, with all the intensity and care that you deserve. I have a lot of appetite bottled up. And you know how serious I'm about my meals."

"Uh huh." was all Hermione managed to get out as Ron was already lifting her hem up to her waist, revealing her favourite pair of frilly Moulin Rouge knickers and pushed her down on the table.

"What a lovely wrapping, Hermione. Is it for me?." Ron crooned.

"All for you, Ron." she smiled widely.

In a moment Hermione was only able to lie back and feel as Ron started to caress and feel up her legs starting from her toes and nearing her inner thighs.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" Ron grunted.

"Why don't you tell me, Ronald?" Hermione whispered in a breathy tone.

"You make hard, so hard up for you. Can you feel it Hermione?" he asked as he took a hold of her hand and brought it to his generous erection.

"I feel it Ron. God, you're big. Tell me, what else?" Hermione demanded, squeezing and stroking him as much as she was able to through his trousers.

Ron moved away from her hand as it was getting him too excited. Being finally able to see her in her knickers, feel her hand on his cock, albeit through clothes, and hearing her talking to him like this…it was doing his head in.

"I want to fuck you. To fuck you hard and so thoroughly that you will accept that you are mine. Always have been and always will be. And I won't settle just for wanting it. I will do it all. I will start by sucking and licking your sweet quim until you beg for me to stop. I will worship your tits that have haunted me ever since you got them and inspired many a good tossing off sessions."

"You've tossed off to me?"

"Plenty."

"I like that. I have touched myself, just sometimes, thinking of you, too." she smiled mock coyly.

"How often is sometimes?" Ron asked curiously, trying to adjust his erection that was feeling painfully constricted inside his tight trousers.

"Oh, on and off since…hmmm. Our third year at Hogwarts?"

"That early?" he exclaimed, almost horrified, They'd been so young back then!

"Girls mature faster than boys." Hermione shrugged off his shock, "Besides, it was a great way to relieve tension with all those extra classes I was doing then. And the stress with…Scabbers and Sirius and all."

"Let's not dwell on the past or painful memories." Ron pleaded seriously. They had lived through too many dark times to even think about right now.

"You 're right. Please, continue where you left off."

Ron chose to take her request literally as he trailed his hands back to her thighs, opening them further apart and blowing warmly on her knicker covered quim. Hermione trembled in anticipation. Ron lusted after the delicious scent that was gently wafting from her core. He could already see the moisture on the fabric. He pulled the pretty knickers to the side and ran his finger through her slit. Her moan was like a voice from the gods to him, urging him on.

"Oh Ron. Please. I can't wait anymore!"

He pulled the kickers completely off with a little help from Hermione and raised them to his nose, breathing in her mouth-watering scent.

When Hermione raised herself to see why he had stopped and what he was up to, she smiled devilishly.

"You like how they smell? Give them here."

Perplexed and caught off guard he handed her the pair. As Hermione buried her own nose in them and sighed deeply Ron was sure he'd come in his trousers any second.

"Hermione" he croaked, "you are a dirty little witch, aren't you!"

Hermione raised her eyes to level with his and tried to look innocent. "Don't you like it?"

Ron thought it best to evade the question. "I think it's time to stop the verbal foreplay or I won't be much of use to you for long."

"If you say so." Hermione acquiesced.

Ron went down to his knees (what a perfect position for worshipping) and spread Hermione's thighs again. He used his hands to pull her lips apart and then stared at the ultimate price – Hermione Granger's quim. A wide, appreciative grin spread on his freckled face as he bowed down to tease her clit with his tongue. Hermione shivered at the contact and Ron liked the encouragement. Soon he was licking her slit up and down with the flat of his tongue and taking time between licks to suckle at her clit and nibble on her outer lips.

"Ron…Ron…Ron!" she chanted, twisting her hands in Ron's hair and pushing him deeper between her legs.

"You taste amazing, Hermione." Ron stated reverently in between licks and nibbles.

"I need to feel you inside me soon, Ronald. I've waited for my turn since…forever."

"I wanted my turn too, believe me. Harry has a theory about why it didn't happen sooner. He says I needed to sow some wild oats first. I know you're not a virgin either."

"No. There haven't been that many though."

"Viktor." Ron scowled darkly.

"About that—" Hermione tried, hesitantly but Ron stopped her.

"We can talk later. The past doesn't matter, this is about us."

"Alright." Hermione relented, But we will discuss it after."

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But it turned out to be quite a lot after. Their first coupling was very fast but satisfying as Ron fucked her hard on the kitchen table while pinching her tender clit. The table shook from the force of his powerful thrusts. Hermione came first with a shriek and Ron followed right after, repeating her name. He felt victorious after spilling his seed inside his only love for the first time.

Their second time happened in the shower where Ron pounded Hermione against the shower wall under the warm water spray. Hermione keened and shouted obscenities mixed with challenging insults that turned Ron on even more. He had guessed right that Hermione would talk and act like that when she was being fucked.

Some time later he found out how Hermione talked when she was doing the fucking. Hermione whispered words of gentle praise and encouragement. There was time enough later for making love, because right then Ron never wanted this frenzied copulating to end. Hermione's bouncing breasts and her tight, squeezing cunt urged him to thrust up to meet her and he went as deep in her as it was possible to go. It was perfect just like this. And somehow they both knew that it wouldn't have been as perfect if it had not happened now and if they hadn't waited. Oh, it would have been good, but nothing like this,

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Later they laid on the bed, Hermione's head on Ron's shoulder and her small fingers playing with his sparse ginger chest hair when confession time came.

"Ron…about Viktor. He and I…we were never engaged. I've never even slept with him. I lied and he agreed to it because I wanted to keep your mother off my back…and because I didn't want to lose my face. You had so many girlfriends, all of them gorgeous…" Hermione trailed off, feeling ashamed and unable to meet Ron's eyes.

"I haven't been totally honest in my dealings, either." Ron admitted, "The amount of my girlfriends has been greatly exaggerated and the number of the girls I actually slept with…even more exaggerated." he stroked Hermione's bushy hair while telling her this, afraid for her reaction.

"But why?"

"I didn't want to lose my face either. And it was a matter of male pride. Bloody stupid really, I know."

"Oh Ron…we are the thickest pair of people, aren't we." Hermione sighed.

"I don't know, Hermione. It doesn't matter if the road here was long or crooked. We are here now." Ron stated proudly and leaned in to give her a kiss. Hermione had to agree.