Against the sunlight her usual mass of hair became a golden halo. Her smile...the sunlight...everything made her look so beautiful. I wanted to touch the golden halo of my angel, feel the soft strands through my fingers. I reached out slowly towards the hair just in front of her ear and curled it around my finger. I pulled my finger loose, moving closer to her and threading my fingers through her hair further back and running down to the ends. I reached up once more and gently ran my hand back through her hair, where it caught at the base of her neck. I leaned in closer, our noses almost touching as I pulled my hand forward, turning my head so that our mouths would touch. My heart was beating in my ears, our lips almost touching when-

"Ron! Hermione! We found the compass!" Harry's voice broke through the serene calm. We jumped back from each other, myself hitting the tree in the process.

"Great!" I called back, trying to put into my voice all the enthusiasm I could muster.

Hermione stood up. "Where are you?" she called out to the woods.

"Just wait there," Harry celled back, "We'll go to you."

"Just what I need," I thought, "An awkward moment with a girl I just tried to kiss." I smiled sheepishly at her and she returned it. I leaned against the tree and heard crunching noises signifying the return of Harry and my sister.

"We can go now," Ginny said with a smile on her face. Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered something at the blanket. It slid out from under me and began to fold itself. I stood up and opened the picnic basket. The blanket dropped inside and I closed the basket. We trekked back down the hill in the receding sunlight and made it back to the burrow just as the sun was beginning to set. By this time Ginny and Harry were talking about something that I couldn't quite understand, probably because I wasn't paying too much attention. This had left Hermione and myself to walk in silence.

"Hermione?" I said.

"Yes, Ron," she replied looking at me.

"I have something I want to show you. Harry? Ginny? Do you mind emptying the basket?" They looked up from there conversation.

"No problem." Harry said, taking the basket from me. I motioned for Hermione to follow me and took her up to my room. Once there I opened the window. Outside was the sunset over the roofs of other houses.

"Wow," she breathed, "It's beautiful."

I smiled. "I'm sorry about earlier...you know...when I-"

"Why? Why did you?" She looked at me.

"I-It's just that your hair looked really nice in the sunlight and I just..." Half her face was lit by the setting sun. The other half was dark from the room not being lit. It was horribly distracting. I tried again. "I just...lost it." The slit between her lips was tantalizing with the orange light. I tried to look away, if I wasn't careful I'd lose it again. I turned out the window and rested my elbows on the sill.

"Ron?"

"Hmm..." I murmured without looking up.

"If you want...just tonight... I..."

"It's not about what I want."

"Then...what about what I want?"

I turned to face her. "What do you want?" I whispered.

"Now?" She moved closer to me.

"Yes." I leaned down.

"This." She stretched up to me and gently pressed her lips to mine. I moved my hands to her hips as our faces moved apart and looked into her eyes. Maybe it was possible she wanted everything I had wanted.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, "Just tonight...", and with that my arms wrapped around her waist and hers around my neck. We pressed our lips together once more and I opened my mouth a little, letting my tongue lick her lips, asking to be let in. Her mouth opened a little and our tongues met for the first time, gently touching each other. Our mouths opened more as our tongues explored a mouth that was not its own. I had been holding my breath and broke the kiss so that I could breathe. It appeared Hermione had been doing the same too. After taking a few breaths, Hermione took my face in her hands and pulled me to her once more this time the kiss was more ferocious, as if we both wanted to show each other what we wanted. My hands began to play with the hem of her shirt, my fingers stroking the skin just beneath it. She moaned into my mouth and pulled me towards the bed. I broke the kiss.

"What was that?" I said, panting.

"Just a poorly timed exhale," she said, smiling but clearly having just as much trouble breathing as I was. My pants were feeling very tight right now, but I didn't want to adjust my little self, there were other things to do. She lay down on the bed and pulled me on top of her.

"'Mione, are you sure?" I asked, lying on top of her.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she replied and a leaned to kiss her once more, my hands once again beginning an exploration of her body. This time I moved my hands up her stomach, above her shirt, to her breasts. After many minutes of admiring them, I was finally going to get to touch them. I placed one hand on each one, letting the heat from my hands seep through her bra to her breasts while I enjoyed her hands massaging down my back. I massaged her breasts in time with her ministrations, moaning when she hit a sensitive area on my lower back I didn't know existed. I moved my mouth down from her mouth to her neck and began sucking.

"Ohhhh Ron!" She moaned aloud, making me want her more. She had reached the bottom of my shirt and was now pulling it up. I moved my head and arms so that she could pull it off. I took her tank top off too, allowing my fingers to just brush her skin in the process. There she was, topless and lying on my Chudley Cannons comforter on my bed. It was more than I had hoped for. I leaned my head down and licked along the edge of her scarlet colored bra. She lifted herself up and unhooked the bra while I slid the straps off her shoulders. Her breasts were beautifully curved with a rosy nipple in the center. I ran my fingers lightly in spiraling circles on her breasts, ending with a big spiral towards her nipple where I pinched them, causing her hips to buck into mine and giving me an extremely strong surge of pleasure in that area. Noticing my reaction she wrapped her legs around me and rocked her hips back and forth into mine. Her hands went to my butt and my hands began massaging her breasts, which she seemed to enjoy. I leaned my head down and flicked my tongue across one of her nipples while I massaged them. Then I took that nipple into my mouth and massaged the other, letting my free hand wander freely. She stopped grinding our crotches together and unbuckled the belt on my jeans, then unzippered and unbuttoned them. Her hand slid inside to find my hard member anxiously trying to free itself from my boxers. I switched the nipple I was sucking on and with this newly freed hand I moved to her shorts, being thankful that they didn't require any unzipping or unbuttoning. I tried to push my hand under the waistband but it wasn't comfortable so I trailed my hand down to the bottom of her shorts and pushed my hand up through one leg. She was so wet. She freed my penis from its prison and began to stroke it, making me growl. I heard her giggle, then gasp as my finger found a swollen and hard nub. I brushed it again and her body stiffened. Her hand wrapped around my penis and squeezing, making it now my turn to gasp. I stopped sucking her nipple and got off the bed. My pants fell to the floor and I pulled my boxers off as well. I went to close the shutters to the window, locked the door, and came back to the bed, to find the covers pulled back and what felt like a naked Hermione on it. I thought I was going to ejaculate right then and there. The room was completely dark as I lay down beside her. She was on her side and I snuggled up next to her, my penis in her butt crack.

"You're warm," she commented.

"You're wet," I said, my arm wrapping around her and my hand finding her vulva. I rolled so that she was at an angle and opened her legs so that my hand could explore the unknown region between her legs. The wetness was soaking through the slit and I pushed the two labia majora apart. Starting from the bottom I found a hole which I pushed one finger into. I heard Hermione groan.

"Can I use two fingers?"

"Yes, please."

I pulled out and added the second finger. She was so tight. I pumped my fingers in and out of her quickly as she gasped and moaned.

"Do you like that?"

"Ohhh, yes. Ron. Please. More."

I would not give her more. I pulled out and she made a noise of protest. I let my fingers explore higher until I found the swollen nub again and made her gasp. I played with it, flicking my index finger across it, pinching it, rubbing it in circles and figure eights. I found Hermoine moaned the loudest when I rubbed it lightly and quickly. I did this until Hermione was sweating and shaking.

"That...feels...so...good, Ron." She was shaking hard now. "Ron!" I could tell she was close. I rubbed faster. She pulled my hand away, panting. "Not yet. No. Not until you do." She rolled me on top of her and took my penis in her hand. "I want you in me, Ron. I want you to climax in me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, unless...you don't want it."

"No, I do want it."

She placed the head of my penis in her vaginal opening. "Come in Ron."

She winced as I slid slowly into her and bit her lip. "Hermione, if it hurts you I don't-"

"Please..." I slid all the way in and waited for her to get used to the feeling of me within her. She was so warm and wet and tight. She began to move her hips and I matched her slow rhythm, which increased. Soon we were grinding and panting, both wanting to climax so badly. We kissed ferociously and soon I could feel her shaking. I increased my rhythm and so did she. Her moans of pleasure filled my ears when I she clenched her vaginal muscles down on me and I came, shooting my hot liquid into her as her muscles pulsed around me. We looked in each other's eyes, knowing that we were both feeling more pleasure than we had ever felt before.

I rolled on my side, still within her. I had never felt more at peace, yet so anxious at the same time.

"It's late," Hermione said.

"Mmm," I mumbled, hugging her tightly. Sleep seemed like the best thing in the world.

"We should probably..." I didn't hear the rest, because my instincts had taken over and I was asleep.

I woke up in the dark the next morning with the comforter bunched up on one side as if I had been holding a person. Harry was sleeping on his cot and my clothes were bunched up beside my bed. There was no sign of Hermione. I bent down and fished through my clothes for my boxers. Finding them, I put them on, crept out of bed and over to my bureau where I pulled out a clean pair of boxers, a clean pair of army green shorts and a T-shirt. I went downstairs to the next floor to shower. I opened the door, only to find Hermione in her nightshirt.

"Oops, I didn't mean to walk in on you." I said, closing the door.

"Ron, it's ok. I think you've seen me naked before," she said, "You can be in here while I bathe."

At those words I could feel my dick get hard. I reentered the bathroom to see a naked Hermione getting into the bathtub half full of water and bubbles. There was no way I was going to be able to pee now.

"Grandmother in a bathing cap, grandmother in a bathing cap..." I muttered, forcing the image into my mind and my little friend back down. I took it out of the slit in the front of my boxers and began to pee in the toilet, much to the fascination of Hermione. I heard her giggle.

"What's so funny," I asked, looking at her.

"You're peeing," she replied with a smile on her face. As soon as I was finished I reached over for some toilet paper, wiped the tip, and glanced over at her as I threw away the paper and flushed the toilet. Her nipples were barely hidden beneath the surface of the water and my penis was getting hard as I put it back into my boxers. I moved to the sink, closer to the tub and tried not to look at her. As I washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and washed my face, I could hear the sounds of Hermione washing herself.

"Ron?" I heard her say.

"Yes?"

"There's a spot on my back I can't seem to reach...do you think you could?"

"Sure." I tried to keep my voice from squeaking. She handed me the liquid soap and I kneeled beside the bathtub. I squirted some on my hands and began to lather it on the back, starting from the top and working my way down. As I moved, my penis worked its way out of the slit until it was against the side of the tub. I gasped.

"What?" Hermione turned around.

"Nothing," I replied.

"I...I don't think the night is over yet...do you want to...I mean the water's warm..." I stood up and she reached for my boxers. Noticing my penis poking out, she flicked her finger over the tip before pulling my boxers off. I got into the water beside her.

"C'mere," she said, taking the bottle of shampoo in her hand and squirting some out onto her other hand. I moved her legs apart and dunked my head backwards between them, plunging down until I made contact with something that felt human.

"You're a naughty boy," she said seductively as she grinned. I felt some cold shampoo on my head, followed by her fingers massaging my scalp. She cupped her hands in the water in front of me and splashed the water over my head as I closed my eyes. She continued poring water on my head in this manner until all the shampoo was washed out of my hair. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the moment until I felt something tickling my penis. I opened my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"It was floating," she said with amusement, then continued to bathe me. She lathered my body and I closed my eyes, leaning against her. I could feel her perked nipples against my back and I rested my head beside hers, on her shoulder. It was so relaxing to have her touching me, I didn't notice when she started massaging my penis. She squeezed in rhythm, then squeezed and pulled, then gently stroked. She massaged my balls and combed her fingers through the hair around my genitals. She rubbed them between her palms while she asked me, "What's the best way to make you come?" I reached down without opening my eyes and moved my penis back and forth quickly, rubbing the tip against my palm. She took it away from me and mimicked my actions-it felt stronger when she did it. I felt my stomach muscles tensing and she rubbed faster and my hard breathing filled my ears. She moved her lips to my ear and started to whisper naughty things in my ear, things I never thought I would hear Hermione say. Her voice and the pleasure she was giving me brought my close, but when she snaked out her tongue and ran it along the edge of me ear I came, whispering her name over and over again. I opened my eyes and saw my fluids spreading through the cloudy water. Once they stopped coming I got quickly out of the water and reached down to pick her up, careful to avoid my semen in the water.

"I didn't want you dirty," I said, turning to grab some towels off the rack. I held her like a baby and sat down on the toilet. I kept one towel in my hand and lay the other on my thigh. With that towel I began to dry Hermione as she sat on my lap, beginning with her feet and working my way up, but avoiding the spots I knew she would want to be touched. I set her down on the toilet and spread her legs apart.

"Ron!" she exclaimed, blushing, "What are you doing?"

"Looking," I replied. I moved my hands slowly over her thighs and then back down her inner thighs, then back up once more. With one hand, I moved her labia aside and explored, both with touch and sight. I looked up at Hermoine to see that she was leaning back, her eyes closed. I leaned in and traced the tip of my tongue over her labia. I could taste her and moved my tongue farther in and then up. I found the hard little nub and moved my tongue quickly across it. She moaned in approval and I began to suck and move my tongue. Her moans and panting encouraged me until I felt her stiffen. I released her clitoris and jammed my tongue into her vagina. She came, the juices dripping down my chin and her vagina pulsing around my tongue. Her breathing became less erratic as I kissed up her body with my destination as her lips.

"Thank you, Ron," she said breathlessly against my mouth, "This was the best night of my life."