Private Party

A week had passed since the final battle. Voldemort was dead, taking with him fifty-four people in the last battle alone. Hogwarts was still being repaired, the damages it had sustained infiltrating every level, corridor, nook, cranny, and then sweeping out and over its vast lawns. A memorial service had been held honoring everyone who had given their life for the cause, the Ministry of Magic had erected a statue in honor of the new Wizarding World they were in the attempt of building, and had built a new fountain in the Ministry itself again in honor of the victims of the battle.

There were signs of rebuilding throughout the world. The muggles were given a plausible excuse made up by the combined efforts of an entire Ministry team and seemed content with the rubbish they had been handed. Diagon Alley and Hogsmead shop owners were returning, joyfully rebuilding and reopening their stores, celebrating with outlandish sales. Knockturn Alley had been seized by Wizard government workers, cleaned out, and a team of volunteers were now working to turn the dark alley into a physical testament of the new leaf turned over.

Families were reunited. Friends threw one party after another in attempts to not only dull the ache of those they lost in the consumed amounts of alcohol, but celebrate those they still had. Last week Seamus Finnigan had held a party at his cousin’s house. Hannah Abbot had hosted a party of her own the next night. Surprisingly, Blaise Zanbini had held an affair of sorts the following night, opening his house to one and all. It seemed as though the world was finally sorting its affairs out properly, everyone was rebuilding, putting the past in its place, and forging contacts where once there would have been nothing more than lingering spite.

However, as the Weasley family rushed about the grounds surrounding The Burrow, everyone’s mind seemed to be on one task only: stay busy enough to not have to think. Harry and Hermione had retreated to the comfort of The Burrow once everyone had recovered from the initial shock at the end of the war. The Weasleys accepted them as though they were family. Grateful to not be stuck out on his own, Harry went along eagerly. Hermione was driven by a different motivation, but was falling in step with the daily affairs of the household easily enough. Worry rode heavily on her mind, no matter how hard she attempted to concentrate on the task at hand.

Chewing her bottom lip in concentration, she began twisting and flicking her wand. The backyard immediately began to fall under one transformation after the next and everyone slowed to enjoy the process.

“That’s some impressive wand work there, Hermione,” Charlie called from the far side of the yard. Hermione blushed.

“Thank you, Charlie.”

“Blimey, ‘Mione. You do all this?” Ron’s steps slowed as he walked out from the kitchen, levitating a large tub filled with butterbeers in front of him. He lowered the tub to its designated place and turned a full rotation. Lights hung suspended in the air, creating a canopy over the back gardens and filling the late afternoon sky with a rosey glow. Tables and chairs created intricate patterns around a wide-open space left for anyone daring or drunk enough to dance. A long row of tables had been charmed to withstand any amount of weight and were heavily decorated with the Hogwarts crest, live faries, and mountains of food. Music softly floated through the air, seemingly coming from the grass and trees themselves.

Ron stepped over to Hermione and loosely wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to rest against his chest.

“Always were the brightest witch of our age,” he murmured into her ear, placing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“It’s not that impressive, Ron. You and your family are simply too kind and that’s that,” Hermione couldn’t hide her smile, no matter what tone she attempted with her light scolding.

“Oi! Thought you two were supposed to be working!” Ginny stepped out of the house carrying another platter of food and was closely followed by Harry.

“Yeah, yeah. Not much else to do now is there?” Ron responded with a lopsided grin. Hermione felt the usual flop of her heart at the sight of his smile. She busied herself with watching Harry set his load of food out on the tables. He leaned towards Ginny and spoke softly.

“It’s alright, Gin. Let them have their fun. We’re going to be busy for the next couple of days. No telling what we’ll be getting ourselves into and what there will and won’t be time for. I wouldn’t mind getting in a bit of quality time with you before we go.” He leaned over to her and kissed the tip of her nose. With a smile he turned to head back to the house but was spun back around to face his girlfriend before he so much as had the chance to take a single step. Ginny threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.

“No time like the present, wouldn’t you agree, Mister Potter?” she grinned before catching his response against her lips.

Ron laughed. “Right way to set the example there, Ginny!”

Ginny responded with a favorite muggle hand gesture that involved a middle finger pointing to the skies. Hermione laughed at the signs of shock that briefly played over Ron’s features.

“Where’d she learn that?” he wondered aloud. Hermione turned in his arms with a teasing smile and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“No clue, none at all,” she said, full of false innocence and batting eyes.

“Hermione Jean Granger! Corrupting an innocent little girl-“

Hermione snorted and Ron continued on with his charade of mock indignation.

“Teaching her filthy signs and gods know what else! Hey! In fact, what else have you been teaching my little sister?”

Hermione laughed in earnest. “It’s more like what has she been teaching me!”

Ron grimaced. “No, no! I don’t want to hear it! Geez… she’s supposed to be the baby of the family…”

Hermione slid her arms from around Ron’s waist and lazily moved her palms over his stomach up to his chest and slowly wrapped them around his neck. His breathing shallowed and he stared at her in anticipation.

“How bout I don’t tell you where I learn my tricks and just show them to you instead?” her voice was low, seductive, and when she wet her lips just a bit with the tip of her tongue Ron considered devouring her whole where they stood.

“Yes, please?” he managed to croak out. Smiling, she took his hand and led him toward the house. Just before they reached the kitchen door she turned and leaned into him, giving him a kiss full of promises of what was to come. As she went to pull away and head into the house, Hermione was hit by a large object and was thrown off balance, shoved roughly back into Ron. Ron caught her and steadied her, a frown marring his features.

“Sorry. Sorry. Lost my balance a bit there. That first step – it’s a dozy!” George teetered on the steps descending from the door, attempting to right himself before doing any further damage. The smell of Firewhiskey was heavy on his breath. It had been for a week. Where everyone else occupied their time and minds with busy work, George was slowly drowning himself in alcohol. Fred’s death had rocked everyone. As Hermione kept herself in Ron’s grasp she studied George, trying to figure out how pissed he was and attempting to keep her memories suppressed. Those memories had been the cause of many nightmares since the end of the battle and were yet to let up.

“George, why don’t you go lie down for a bit before the party?” she asked gently, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. He shook her off.

“Naw, there’s plenty of a party to be had now. Why wait? That’s my motto. Not a damn thing to wait for. Party now! Sleep later! You know,” George was drunkenly rambling now, moving his arms in wide gestures, Firewhiskey sloshing out and onto himself, “I head a muggle song on your wireless the other day. It’s my new favorite song. I think I’m gonna go have me an investigation of those tables over there.”

Hermione shared a worried glance with Ron as George turned and tittered off.

“Iiiii… wanna rock and roll all night! And party every day!”

Hermione grimaced at George’s warbling voice as he stumbled along.

“Think he’ll be alright?” she asked. Ron shrugged.

“I hope so,” he answered. Hermione could feel the tension humming in Ron’s muscles and turned to face him. Slowly she worker her hands up from his wrists to his neck. Ron began to relax into her a bit and she stood on tiptoe to place a kiss to his jaw.

“I think you need some relaxation,” she whispered into his ear, nipping on the lobe and stroking her tongue in a small circle over the skin of his neck. “and I think I know just the thing.”

She could feel Ron’s body began to stir at her words and at just the thought warmth spread through her stomach.

“Come on,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him inside. They made their way slowly up the many turns of the stairs, stopping several times along the way. Hermione pushed Ron against the wall of the first landing. She pressed kisses along his jaw, to his ear, down his neck, and over his collarbone. His hands caressed her back, skimmed over her arse, and teased the back of her thighs. Breaking away she walked backwards, motioning with a crooked finger for him to follow.

He pinned her against the wall of the second landing. She drew in a sharp breath as he skimmed his palms over her breast, teasing her nipples, tracing patterns to the bit of skin exposed at the top of her shirt.

“Well I never!” On of the photos of the Weasley’s ancestors on the wall gasped.

“Then you missed out, mate,” Ron replied with a carnal grin, sweeping Hermione off her feet and into his arms. She laughed, lacing her arms around his neck and attacking his neck with little nips of her teeth, immediately soothing the skin with tiny licks and kisses. He groaned as he shoved the door to his room open and crossed the space to his bed.

As Ron laid Hermione down she pulled out her wand. Several incantations later, there were locking and silencing charms placed on the room and she tossed her wand aside.

Ron began worshipping her body. Starting with kisses to her temple he slowly worked his way down. Over the bridge of her nose, a quick kiss to its tip, detouring over her cheeks, capturing her mouth with a domineering presence of his tongue dancing with hers. He moved down the side of her neck, Hermione throwing her head back to allow him better access, her hands roaming over his chest and through his hair. They separated for a moment, then twice, to quickly divest themselves of their shirts. As Ron continued his ministrations he began murmuring words of appreciation.

“Gods, ‘Mione, you’re so beautiful. How could I ever deserve you?”

Hermione groaned in response as he captured her right nipple in his hot mouth, teasing and biting.

“You deserve the best,” she panted, pulling his head closer, fingers again tangled in his hair. “I only wish I was more for you.”

“No,” he mumbled, replacing his mouth with his hand and lavishing equal attention to her left breast. “Too much, ‘Mione, you’re too much.”

He moved further down, over her flat stomach, and nipped her hip. With a bit of an uncharacteristic yelp, Hermione shoved Ron’s shoulders and followed with her body, landing him flat on his back. Feverishly she moved across his body, fingers dancing across his skin, teasing over his lower half, which was still encased in jeans. Ron groaned as she swiped her tongue over his nipples in turn. He stroked her bare back, caressed her breasts, knotted her hair in his hands time and again. However, when she lightly bit down on his hardened length through his jeans, a little something inside of him snapped.

In one swoop Hermione found herself moved from straddling Ron’s hips to being pressed, standing on the bed, against the wall. Ron had her belt in his mouth and with a quick movement of his head, it was undone. Adrenaline pumped through Hermione, leaving her lightheaded and breathless. A small giggle escaped her as she wound her fingers through the shaggy red hair in front of her. Still using only his teeth, Ron made fast work of undoing the button and zipper of Hermione’s jeans. He jerked them and her knickers down, pulling her left leg from the material and draping it over his shoulder.

“Oh!” Hermione was breathless and clung to Ron’s shoulders, barely able to remain upright. This feral side of him was new and utterly exciting. Her chest felt as though it was going to explode, as the pressure in her lower stomach grew. She began a breathy chant of Ron’s name, over and over again.

Ron was encouraged by her little yelps and the way her nails dug into his skin. She tasted better than any of the candy he had ever consumed in his life and he eagerly ran his tongue over her again and again. His left arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. His right hand moved up the inside of her thigh and deftly slid into her. He then changed his approach, sliding his tongue down to taste her from his finger every time he withdrew the digit and moving back up to circle her clit as he plunged back into her. He could feel her began to shake just the tiniest bit and her breath came in quick gasps. Knowing she was close he slid a second finger into her warm depths and sucked her clit into his mouth, giving it just the slightest bite.

Hermione threw her head back against the wall hard enough to earn a resounding thunk! and screamed for all she was worth before collapsing into a limp heap, still pinned between Ron and the wall. He was grinning that lopsided grin, his blue eyes dancing as he ran his fingertips from collarbone to hip and back again over her body. After collecting herself a few moments later, Hermione pushed Ron’s shoulder, rolling him again to his back and climbed down his body, removing his jeans and boxers.

“Your turn,” she whispered, kneeling between his legs. Leaning forward she rested her hands on his upper thighs and pressed her tongue to the underside of his balls. Making tiny circle patterns she moved slowly, slowly up continuing until she moved up his shaft and was circling the head of his cock. Without warning she opened her mouth and took him into her, sliding down his length and using the tip of her tongue to tickle the base of his manhood.

“Bloody hell!” Ron shouted, hips bucking off the bed wildly.

Hermione tightened her grasp on his thighs until he calmed then moved one hand to massage the bottom half of his cock while the other fondled his balls. Locking eyes with Ron, she worked her tongue in pattern after pattern around the sides and head of his cock until she felt him begin to tense up. Moving quickly, she pushed herself up, moved her legs to the outside of his, and slammed herself onto him. They both groaned together. Ron’s hands grasped her hips, helping her slide up and down his cock. A desperate rhythm was quickly found and Ron leaned up, capturing her left nipple in his mouth. Hermione slid her fingers around his lips until he abandoned her breast long enough to suck on her offered digits. Once her fingers were coated with his saliva she pulled them from his mouth and began working her clit. Ron groaned again, this time against her right breast as he continued to bite and suck hungrily. Hermione leaned forward to bite Ron’s neck. As she clamped down on his sweat-slickened flesh, her changed angle pushed Ron over the edge, sending her to follow. They both tightened their hold on the other before collapsing in a pile back to the bed.

Working to control their breathing they lay, a tangled heap of limbs, hands finding each other and fingers interlaced. Ron kissed Hermione’s temple, she kissed his jaw. Eventually she rolled off him to his side, her arm and leg still thrown across his body.

“Feel more relaxed?” she asked.

Ron let out a small bark of laughter. “Never been more relaxeder,” he replied.

“Making up words now, are we?”

“With you by my side I could make up anything.”

It was Hermione’s turn to laugh.

“That doesn’t even make much sense, you know.”

“Sense is overrated,” he mumbled into her hair. “That was bloody brilliant, Hermione.”

“Yes, it was, wasn’t it?” She wore a sated, silly grin on her face. “And just think of how many more times we’re going to get to do just that and more.”

Ron groaned in appreciation and rolled on top of her, showering her with kisses again. Hermione laughed and playfully pushed him back.

“We have to go back down, the party’s probably started by now.”

“To hell with the party,” Ron growled, capturing her lips in another kiss. Hermione relented for a moment, enjoying the passion, but gently pulled away again.

“Let’s just go for half an hour… I’ll make it work your while.”

“Damn it, woman. You make it hard to say no.”

“Good, that’s what I was going for.” Hermione grinned and swatted at Ron’s arse as he crawled off the bed. Several minutes and a handful of stolen kisses later, Ron and Hermione walked back out into the garden of the Burrow. The party was in full swing.

“Ron! Hermione!”

The couple looked up as Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet made their way across the lawn to them. After a few hugs and pleasantries Katie looked at Ron.

“Angelina, Alicia, and I were talking,” she started. “And we figured it was time George crawled back out of his bottle. I’m sorry to speak so boldly about this, Ron, I know this is painful for all of you. It’s painful for us, too. You know how the three of us and your brothers were…”

Katie stopped to take a deep breath and collect herself. Alicia took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Anyway, we figured, if you lot didn’t mind, we’d take George back to our flat with us for a night or two. Angelina had to work and hasn’t gotten here yet, but Alicia and I promised her we’d talk to you and see what you thought. It can’t hurt, can it?”

Katie chewed on her lip, waiting a reaction.

Ron pulled her and Alicia both into a hug.

“I think it’s a great idea. If you three can’t get to him, none of us stand a chance. Thank you for being willing… for wanting to look out for him. None of us… we just don’t know what to do.”

Katie and Alicia stepped back, small smiles on their faces.

“Think it would be alright if we took him now? He’s passed out in a bush round the corner of the house,” Alicia asked, pointing vaguely.

Ron shook his head slightly. “I don’t think there’s anytime better than now. Nor is there anything better for him than the three of you. Thank you.”

The girls gave Ron and Hermione each another hug before turning away to collect George. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron.

“Everything’s going to be okay, isn’t it?” she asked.
He kissed her forehead. “Yeah, love, eventually I think it is.”