We Will Have Tonight

A/N: I’ve actually had writer’s block for close to three years now, and this is the first thing I’ve written since. I remember when I used to churn out tons of stories – but I’m just glad that I felt my muses moving one night and had to write. It feels wonderful to be able to write again, but I’m rather rusty – so I apologise if this isn’t so good!
This is a little Ron/Hermione one shot, set a few days after the first book in the midst of the wedding of Bill and Fleur.
Please do review, I would appreciate it, but no flames please, I’m feeling a little fragile.

We Will Have Tonight


‘Wasn’t that beautiful, Harry?’ sighed Hermione rapturously as the guests slowly wended their way down the garden path, laughing and joking together. It was a hot midsummer’s day, and the wedding of Bill and Fleur had just taken place. While the day itself was tinged with sadness being so soon after Dumbledore’s funeral, everyone was making a special effort to be cheerful and celebrate life while things were good. The garden of the Burrow was transformed for the occasion; gone were the usual gnomes and stray chickens which pecked their way about the yard. There was a lush carpet of grass on the ground and chairs had been set up outside. Hermione and Ginny had been in charge of decorations, and flowers and bluebirds were everywhere, giving the place a peaceful, calm feel. Quite a crowd had attended the ceremony, including several of Fleur’s Beauxbatons friends (who showed a lot of interest in newly-minted businessmen Fred and George who had turned up in brand-new acid green dragonskin suits) and many of the Order members. Tonks and Lupin in particular seemed very affected by the ceremony, they were standing at the other end of the garden dreamingly gazing into each other eyes and whispering to each other; oblivious to the fact that the other guests were moving to a tent for the reception.

‘You know, Fleur really isn’t so bad after all. She may seem a bit vapid, but she really does seem to truly love Bill, I mean especially after he got bitten by Fenrir Greyback. She’s quite clever too you know, her spellwork is really impressive and -’. Hermione stopped briefly after seeing that Harry was deep in thought. However, this was to be expected. Both her and Ron had observed over the past few days, since Dumbledore’s funeral, that Harry seemed to increasingly be brooding over the task ahead.

‘Sorry, Hermione’ muttered Harry. ‘I just have a lot to think about ‘y’know..’

‘Well, me and Ron are going to be there every step of the way, you know that.’ Harry smiled.

‘Thanks Hermione’ he said, giving her a hug and heading over to the other side of the garden where a large tent was set up and a long trestle table with a wedding feast, courtesy of Mrs Weasley. Soon enough the other guests had taken their seats and the wedding toasts began. After these, everyone happily began eating their fill of Mrs Weasley’s excellent cooking, and talking amongst themselves.

It was obvious to few people, perhaps only Harry and Ginny who were around them a lot, that a change had recently taken place in Ron and Hermione’s friendship. They were being far more polite to each other than usual – and had in fact not had one single fight since the funeral, highly unusual for them. Both of them seemed to have acknowledged the tensions there had been between them, in Harry’s memory, since about the second year. As far as anyone knew, however, they had not actually had any sort of discussion about where their relationship stood; particularly not any discussion of their serious fights caused by rival love interests Viktor Krum and Lavender Brown. Harry especially remembered the incident where Hermione had used the ‘Oppugno’ spell to send a flock of birds flying at Ron to attack him. Although today Ron had sat down next to Hermione at the table and they seemed to be having an fairly animated conversation over their meals.

Later on in the evening everyone begun to filter up to bed. The Burrow was so full of people there barely seemed to be room to move. Even its many bedrooms were full of several guests at a time. Ron was particularly perturbed about having to share the small box-room with Fred and George, whom he had described as ‘big-headed gits’ since their business had become successful. Both Harry, Ron and Hermione sighed inwardly to themselves. So much was going to change now that they had the task of finding the other Horcruxes and defeating Voldemort once and for all. They stood outside beneath the tent canopy, talking and enjoying one of the last peaceful days they would spend together as best friends. Soon Harry yawned and headed off into the house to bed, calling ‘Good night’ to his two friends as he went.


Suddenly Ron and Hermione were left alone together. Hermione bit her lip, suddenly feeling akward to be standing with Ron like this, out in the twilight. Ron was blushing and looking at his shoes. He cleared his throat, gabbling ‘Er, late-better-go-bed-night’ and set off into the house, leaving Hermione looking furious. For a second she stood there, running her fingers through her hair that had been sleekened for the weeding in an exasperated way, and then set off inside herself. Meanwhile, Ron got into the room where Fred and George were already talking loudly. He noticed they hadn’t got ready for bed yet. ‘Hey, why aren’t you ready for bed yet? Mum said we had to all turn in early.’, he said.
‘Aww, ickle Ronnykins is tired is he?’ laughed Fred. ‘No, well, seeing as George and I are living the high life, we’ve decided to just head back to London to our flat’.
‘Whatever’ grunted Ron apathetically, and sat down on his bed. Fred winked, said
‘Later, little bro’, George tweaked Ron’s cheek and in a flash they had disapparated. Sighing Ron lay back on his bed. He tried to sleep, but the same thoughts kept running through his mind...

Hermione. Hermione. Hermione. She’s so sexy, yet so utterly unattainable, he thought.
Why the hell is she gonna want me when she can have Viktor Krum? Ronald Weasley, you’re a bloody idiot. You may have known her for years and been there for her through some bad times, but you’ve not got a cat in hell’s chance against a top international Seeker. She is so fucking amazing though, and I’ve tried so hard over the years and I’ve got nowhere. Everytime she argued with me about S.P.E.W, or gave me a stupid homework diary, or wouldn’t let me hit Percy...I may have been mad, but it just made me fall more and more in love with her. She’s the smartest in our year, and I guess somehow I thought she’d always just be the old Hermione: a bit bookish, large teeth, bushy hair. I mean she was always beautiful to me as she was, but I guess I never should have taken her for granted. She’s really grown up, and as a result I have competition these days. I even saw that swine Malfoy eyeing up her legs the other day...the cheek of him calling her ‘Mudblood’ to her face then ogling her – and barely even trying to hide it! Other girls have never meant anything to me for years...I just went out with Lavender to hurt Hermione’s feelings. I guess that was stupid. I want her so much, to kiss her, to touch her – I wish she cared something for me now. But probably not anymore – I guess I’m doomed to be ‘Ron, the dependable best friend’ forever. Ron you stupid plonker, shut up, SHUT UP STOP THINKING SO MUCH! How is this going to -

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Ron wondered who on earth it would be at this time; a quick glance at the clock told him it was 1:00.
‘Who is it?’ he muttered.
‘It’s me’ said a voice he knew only too well. ‘Can I come in?’
‘What the-yeh, sure.’, he said, jumping up and opening the door. There on the landing stood Hermione, barefoot, her sleek hair coming done out of its chignon, and wearing her lilac silk pyjamas. She was smiling a little, that small, slightly nervous smile that he loved. Ron secretly thought to himself how he’d never seen her look as beautiful than she did at this moment, but forced himself to snap out of his reverie and greet her normally.
‘Er- hi, Hermione, you ok?’ he said. In answer, she sighed heavily as she came into the room, shutting the door behind them.


‘Ron, we have to talk.’, she began quietly. ‘I know things have been good between us lately as friends, and I don’t want to mess that up, but we’re going to be in so much danger when we go with Harry. I guess if anything happened to one of us, I – I just wanted to know how you felt.’

‘About what?’ he said, blushing furiously to the roots of his red hair.

‘Oh God, Ron, even for a boy you’re so stupid sometimes!’ she hissed exasperatedly. He could see tears pricking her eyes, and suddenly felt terrible. Not knowing what to do, he akwardly put his arm round her. She jumped back as if his arm had given her an electric shock, but after a moment walked up to stand straight in front of him, both of them facing each other. 'Look, you know you and me have come close to having something more than friendship, but something always got in the way. Don’t pretend you haven’t liked me practically since second year. And I liked you too, but there was Viktor, and then Lavender with –‘. Hermione stopped, for Ron’s face had darkened at the mention of Viktor Krum. I forgot how jealous he is of Krum, she thought regretfully.

‘Look, you don’t I don’t want to hear about Vicky!’ Ron suddenly burst out angrily. ‘If you’ve come here to tell me how bloody perfect he is, how you love FUCKING him, and how you and me would never work because you wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship, then don’t even bother.’ He turned away and sat down on the bed. Hermione raised her eyebrows.

‘Don’t be so petty. You know perfectly well Viktor’s in the past, I’m probably never going to see him again. Me and him were never really a proper couple anyway, I’m so busy with my studies and he’s off touring the world with Quidditch. And for your information, Ron, we only slept together once.’

She looked down and to her surprise, Ron’s expression had softened and there was a different, almost determined look in his eyes. He motioned for Hermione to sit down on the bed beside him, which she did.
‘I’m sorry I overreacted’, Ron said quietly.

She smiled and said ‘That’s ok’.

He continued ‘Hermione, if you want to know how I feel, here it is. I’m in love with you, pure and simple. I always have been, but whenever I had the chance I messed it up. I should have asked you to the Yule Ball first, I should have never gone out with Lavender, never should have slept with her. She doesn’t even compare to you. You’re beautiful, you’re clever, you’re sexy as hell (at this point Hermione blushed), you always believe in me – how could I not fall for you? So many times I’ve tried to get up the courage to ask you out, and I never did. This might be my last chance to tell you how I feel before we go with Harry on his journey.’ Ron was an even deeper shade of crimson now, and turned his eyes up to Hermione.

‘I never knew you could be so eloquent, Ron Weasley’, she smiled, her cheeks still damp with tears. Ron laughed softly, and reached his hand up to brush away the tears. Trembling at the touch of his hand on her skin, she could hear them both breathing in the dim light of the room, and thought how much she cared for Ron, Ron with his long nose and freckles and his goofy laugh, and also how much she wanted him. So she did not protest when he bent forward and crushed his lips against hers. They kissed gently at first, then Hermione let out a little gasp as Ron’s tongue found its way into her mouth, slowly mingling with hers. He had clearly taken Ginny’s hint to tone down his kissing style after Lavender, Hermione noted, feeling a little weak with how good it felt. After a minute or two of kissing passionately, Ron’s hands went round her back, his fingers insinuating themselves under the hem of her pyjama top, stroking the soft skin of her back. Hermione gasped and Ron broke off, worried.

‘Have I done something wrong?’ he implored, breathing heavily.

Hermione shook her head. ‘Oh-no, it just feels so wonderful.’

Ron began gently planting kisses down her neck and collarbone, continuing to the soft part where it met her shoulders, and enjoyed hearing her little gasps as he did so. ‘Hermione...are you sure you want this?’

Her gaze unfaltering, she replied ‘I ‘ve never wanted anything so much in my life’.

Satisfied with her answer, they sank back onto the quilt, kissing urgently, Ron lying top of Hermione. Desire was overwhelming their bodies and they shifted together, feeling the instinctive need to push and grind. Ron’s hands moved to the front of Hermione’s pyjama top and he began unfastening it, fumbling with the buttons. At the same time she pulled off his tie with increasing lust and deftly undid his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders to leave him topless. Hermione sat up, letting the silk fabric fall from her shoulders and down to the floor. Ron’s eyes widened in wonder at her beautiful, perfect milky-white breasts. He cupped them with his hands and groaned.

‘Your tits feel so fucking great’, he whispered.

‘Don’t swe-‘ Hermione started to say, but stopped as he lowered his mouth to her right breast, flicking his tongue across her nipple. He felt it harden, and took it into his mouth, sucking it, Hermione let out a moan as he moved to her left one, and began to kiss all the way down her torso, right down to past her bellybutton. Ron looked up with questioning eyes, and as Hermione nodded, he hooked his thumbs into her bottoms and slid them down her legs. She was now wearing only a pair of white cotton panties – sensible girl’s underwear. For some reason this turned him on even more, and moving back up to kiss her, he moved his thumb over her panties to the place where he knew her clit was. She moaned into his mouth as his thumb rubbed her aching button, and he felt her thighs loosen. Trailing kisses all down her chest and abdomen, Ron gently tugged at her panties, Hermione lifting her hips up so it was easier for him to pull them off. But her thighs suddenly clamped shut as his head moved towards her.

‘What’s wrong?’ asked Ron, dismayed.

‘I-I’ve never done this before, you know, being ‘licked out’ or whatever they call it.’, she said sheepishly, bitting her lip nervously. ‘What if you don’t like the way I taste?’.

Ron kissed the top of her head and said ‘Look, I will like it, I know. Girls are meant to have a taste. Open your legs and just relax for me.’ This seemed to reassure Hermione, and she nodded assent, lying back and allowing him to part her legs. Ron gasped at the sight of her beautiful pussy and thinking how he couldn’t wait to taste her, moved down the bed into a more comfortable position. He began kissing and licking up to her inner thighs, then back down again, then up, stopping just short of the apex between her thighs. After repeating this a few times, Hermione was breathing even more heavily and looked at him imploringly, aching for him to stop teasing her and put her out of her misery. Smiling to himself, Ron bent his head to her velvet folds and licked her centre, his tongue darting at her nub. He couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted – why on earth had she been worried?

As he licked and sucked her, Hermione moaned more and more, bucking her hips against his mouth. It felt like heaven - all she could feel was Ron’s mouth and tongue and it was all she knew. There were no room for any other thoughts in her head. A feeling was building inside her, like a fire, growing stronger and stronger, and she knew she was not far off her peak. She felt like she was melting, part solid and part liquid. Ron, sensing her increased excitement, quickened the movements of his tongue, this earning him and ‘Oh God, Ron!’ from Hermione as she writhed. Presently, he took her clit into his mouth and began sucking on it. This pushed her over the edge, and her whole body shook as she climaxed, waves upon waves of fire and ice melting into one another until nothing at all seemed to matter anymore. Smiling, she began to get her breath back and Ron moved back to lie beside her on the bed, his fingers stroking her stomach tenderly.

‘Enjoy that, did you?’ he joked, feeling confident now that he could pleasure the girl he loved.

‘Mmph’ said Hermione rapturously. After a moment she turned to him and smiled, saying: ‘But now, I know what I’d like to do...’. Ron laughed and let her unbuckle his belt and discard his trousers and boxers. He let out a groan as his arousal was finally freed from its confining prison, and moving to a position atop her, stroked her hair for a moment and they were both still.

‘God, Hermione, I can’t believe I found you. I love you’ he said. ‘I don’t know after tonight what will happen, or the dangers we might find ourselves in, and I just want you again to know I love you, I really love you...’he repeated, his voice catching. Hermione brought her finger up to his lips and shushed him, a hard look in her eyes.

‘Let’s not think about that tonight. Let’s not think about anything. And now, I think we’ve got other business to attend to’ she said, grinning wickedly. Ron placed his mouth on hers and once again kissed her in earnest, feeling her soft body under his hands. His body moved closer to hers, but suddenly he pulled back. Hermione looked puzzled.

‘Are you protected?’ he asked tentatively. She laughed.

‘Of course I am, Ron, it’s a simple spell and it lasts for three years – I don’t need a top up.’ Upon hearing this, they moved closer to one another, Ron poised at her opening. As he entered her, she let out a soft gasp of pleasure. Ron could not believe how good it felt to be inside of her. Their hips began to move in tandem, at first slowly and then gaining momentum, his thrusts deepening as her hips moved up to meet them. He could feel them both nearing a resolution to this exquisite mix of pleasure and pain coursing that was through their bodies, so; reaching down, Ron began to move his finger over her sensitive bead, causing Hermione to let out an involuntary utterance of his name.

As this went on, their breathing became shallower and shallower until again Hermione felt the waves of pleasure crash over her once again. Ron felt her throbbing and clutching round him as she orgasmed, and this caused him to reach his peak also, with a groan that felt as if he were being drawn out of himself into another world entirely as he spilled himself inside her. For a moment they clung together, sweaty and exhausted, their hair all over the place, half-laughing, half-crying as they shook with the feeling of their release. Then Ron moved off her and they lay beside each other in the bed as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He kissed the top of her head and she smiled.

‘That was wonderful’ she said simply. ‘I love you, Ron Weasley’. He nestled into her neck, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair.
‘And I love you, Hermione Granger’. And for a time they just lay there together, not speaking as there was no need, and finally fell into a sleep (but not before setting Ron’s magical alarm clock for five o’clock to let Hermione creep back to the room she shared with Ginny unoticed), the first truly peaceful sleep they had experienced since the passing of their beloved headmaster and mentor. Whatever would cross their path in the coming days, weeks, months and even years as it became inevitable they must confront Voldemort with Harry, they would always have tonight. And know that they fiercely loved one another, body and soul.