A/N: Okay, the third and final part! I know they kept getting shorter, but I don't want to force more words out of it and ruin its er 'beauty' for lack of a better word. And now I have to work on my Romione novel length fic. I hope you guys enjoyed this!

Also, I want to do a Romione alphabet. For example, this story's title has "E" and "F". I'm considering doing more oneshots as part of a series, and including a word for each letter of the alphabet somehow.

So if there are Romione moments you want, or words you would like to suggest, feel free to pm/review. Thanks!

So much had happened since they had last been here, and since they had last been…well, like this.

It had to have been a year, Hermione realized, or close to it. For nearly a year now, she had not been a virgin. It had been a year since she had started grabbing Ron's hand when no one was looking, standing on tip toe to kiss him during prefect rounds, locking empty classroom doors at night to give them some much needed privacy as they reassured each other of their love.

It had been about ten months since she had last been with him like this. Ten months since she told him that they shouldn't continue, at least not until they had some peace of mind. She needed to know first that they were going to survive. She had to know that they would have lives before she could plan them out side by side and intertwine them in her mind.

It had been several months since she had told him they had to put Harry first. She knew it had broken Ron's heart, and that he had misunderstood her at the time. She knew it, and she still said it. There were more important things to take care of. They had a world to protect, and people to save, and horcruxes to destroy. There was no time for soft touches or whispers of sweet nothings as long as Voldemort was around. Surely he had to know that.

But then he left. He left, and she found herself wishing whole-heartedly that she had explained. She swore she would do anything-anything-if he would come back to her, to them. And then finally, after weeks, no, after months of waiting, he did come back, and in her anger, she had treated him like dirt. And he let her. He had let her yell and glare and roll her eyes, because deep down, he knew. He knew she was hurt, and he knew why. And he knew that it would be only a matter of time before she would fall back into his arms, grateful to have him.

Of course, he was right. It wasn't long until she needed him again, and from the moment he saved her at Malfoy Manor, she had spent nearly every waking second by his side. It wasn't what she wanted yet, or even what she needed, but it was enough for the time being.

But now…now they belonged to each other once more. In the aftermath of a bloody battle, they were finding each other again. Hermione knew that beautiful things were supposed to rise out of the ashes. It was part of life, part of recovery. But this was too soon to be something new and beautiful. For now, they were coping and comforting in the best way they knew how.

Hermione climbed into Ron's bed, fresh from a shower, and watched him sit down on the edge, staring out the window blankly. She sighed and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Ron broke the silence.

"Do you remember the last time you stayed in here with me?"

Hermione chuckled softly. "Of course I do. It was the best night of my life."

Ron turned to look at her. "I need you."

Hermione was caught off guard. She hesitated for a moment as she processed his words, and then nodded. "I'm yours," she said softly. She lied back and rested her head on his pillows. They hadn't been used in months. She frowned as she realized they no longer held his scent.

Ron laid himself gently on top of her, propping himself up on his elbows. He stared at her for a few moments before he leaned down and kissed her softly. Hermione caressed his arms and parted her lips for him to deepen his kiss and moaned. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Ron gasped before he drove his tongue inside her mouth. They continued to kiss slowly and one of Hermione's legs moved to the side so that one of his rested between her thighs. She tilted her head to the opposite side and felt something wet. She pulled back and saw that Ron was crying.

"Oh, Ron, baby." She wiped them away gently with her thumbs.

"Sorry," Ron choked. "I'm fine." Hermione shook her head. "I'm fine, Hermione, honestly, I'm-" But his voice broke and he wasn't able to hold back anymore. She pulled his head down to her chest and cradled him in her arms as his body shook with sobs.

"I know," Hermione said soothingly. "I know, Ron. I'm so sorry. I'm here. I'll always be here."

Sniffling, Ron pushed himself back up and looked at Hermione. "If I had lost you, I don't know what I'd have done."

Hermione stroked his hair as shivers ran down her spine at the thought of one of them being left alone without the other. "Well, we don't have to worry about that anymore, do we? I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think about losing you ever again."

"You don't have to," Ron said gently and he kissed her again. They worked slowly this time. They had been at it for a good fifteen minutes when Ron finally closed his curtains around them and took his shirt off. "I love you," he whispered.

Hermione sat up. "I love you, too. Now lie down."

"Lie down? What for?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Ronald," she said gently. "You're always doing things for me. I want to do something for you." He smirked and did as he was told. "Perfect," she said, straddling him. "I don't think you realize how much I love you." She pressed her lips to his firmly and ran her hands over the strong, smooth skin of his chest. "Just lie back and relax. And let me show you just how much I care."

"Bloody hell," Ron whimpered as Hermione kissed the corner of his mouth, then traced his jawline all the way to his ear, which she teased mercilessly. Ron moaned as she finished with it and made her way slowly down his neck to his collarbone. "You're going to kill me, Hermione, I just know it."

She looked up at him sharply. "Don't say things like that. Not now." He nodded, looking guilty. "I'm sorry. I just don't…I hate thinking about it. I just want this to be about us, and it's hard enough to block everything else out right now."

Ron nodded and stroked her cheek. "I know, sweetheart. I won't say it again." He moved his hands down and tugged on the hem of her shirt. "Want to do me a favor, though?" Giggling, Hermione removed her shirt and reached back to unclasp her bra. "Much better," Ron sighed as he threw her clothes to the floor.

Hermione smiled at him and returned her lips exactly where they had left off before moving down his chest. She moved one of her hands to his crotch and massaged gently. Ron moaned and threw his head back.

"Hermione," he gasped. She had just reached the elastic on his sweat pants and was sliding her fingers beneath it. "I know where you're going with this, and as much as I love the idea, I have to tell you I would be much happier if you would just let me take you."

She glanced up at him with a shy smile. "T-take me?"

"Yeah," Ron said. "Just let me have my way with you. Please. I want to make love to you."

Hermione giggled and pulled off his sweats and underpants. "Fine. I'm under your control. Where would you like to start?"

"Come closer," Ron said. Hermione kept her legs on either side of him, but crawled further up his body and sat comfortably just above his hips. "Now lose the pants." He pulled her pajamas down as far as they would go and watched as she took care of the rest. "Now close your eyes."

Hermione shot him a confused look. "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. Close your eyes." She sighed and did as he requested. A moment later, Hermione gasped and nearly fell forward, breaking her fall as she placed her hands on his chest. Ron's hand had slid into her knickers and he was rubbing her forcefully. "Bloody hell, Hermione, you're already soaking."

"R-Ron," Hermione gasped before she moaned loudly and longingly. He brought his other hand up to tease her breasts. "Oh my god," she cried out. "I-want-you," she panted. "Bad. Now."

"Are you sure?" Ron asked.

Hermione nodded fiercely. "Ron, please. I need you. Get this thing off me."

Chuckling, Ron flipped Hermione underneath him and slid off her knickers. She pulled him into her arms immediately and moaned. He started to kiss her breasts when she groaned. "We don't have time for that. I need you."

Her desperate plea must have sent him over the edge, because just seconds later, she felt his head at her entrance, followed by a gentle thrust that fulfilled her completely. "Ron," she moaned loudly. "Ron, you feel spectacular."

"God, Hermione," Ron cried. He moved in and out of her a few times. She moaned with each thrust and matched his rhythm. "You're so bloody perfect." He rested his body on hers and kissed her passionately. Their tongues worked against each other in a rhythm that almost matched their hips. Suddenly, Ron began to thrust harder as he gasped for breath.

"Oh," Hermione cried. "Ron. Oh, Ron," she moaned even more loudly. His voice was ringing in her ears as he moaned and grunted. "Oh, Ron, yes. Yes. Yes, Ron-"

"I love you, Hermione," Ron gasped. He buried his head against her neck and stroked it with his tongue. "Mm, you taste bloody amazing."

Unable to be without him any longer, Hermione grabbed Ron's head and pulled it roughly to her lips. "You're amazing," she mumbled against them deliriously before crying out.

Ron groaned. "You drive me crazy, Hermione. I-oh, god, yes." He tightened his grip on her hips and thrust even harder into her, making her whimper. "Yes. Oh, Hermione…Hermione…Hermi-"

"Oi, what the hell's going on in here?"

Ron gasped and started to sit up as the sound of Seamus's voice, but Hermione wouldn't let him budge.

"Did we barge in on something?" Dean asked, laughter nearly masking the weariness of his voice.

"Ron, stop wanking," Seamus laughed. "We're all exhausted as hell."

"Go away," Hermione whined.

"Oh, dear Merlin," Ron mumbled as he buried his head against Hermione's shoulder.

"Granger, what're you doing in here?" Seamus said, obviously taken by surprise. "This is the boys' dormi-"

He stopped when Hermione flung the curtain back on Ron's bed. His jaw dropped and Dean's laugh turned into a choking cough. Neville and Harry were standing in the doorway with amused looks, which disappeared immediately.

"Hermione, what the hell," Ron shrieked.

"Give us fifteen minutes," Hermione said. "We'll be done by then."

"Fifteen…you're kicking us out of our own room?" Seamus asked indignantly. "After we just fought a bloody battle, and we're about to collapse, you're going to kick us out of our room?"

"You can stay and listen in for all I care," Hermione said through gritted teeth. "But if you don't want to know what's going on, then come back in fifteen minutes."

Neville shook his head turned around, walking past Harry and down the staircase. Dean and Seamus followed, the latter grumbling still. Harry's eyes met Hermione's and he smirked.

"Fine, watch for all I care," Hermione said. She closed the curtain again and pulled Ron's lips to hers. "Mm, Ron…"

"I'm giving you ten minutes," Harry said. "I just defeated Voldemort and I'm thoroughly exhausted, so I'm not waiting a minute longer than ten."

"Fine, just clear out," Ron laughed as Hermione sucked on his neck and bucked her hips up against his. "Oh fuck, Hermione," he whined.

"At least wait until I'm gone," Harry screeched before slamming the door behind him.

Harry kept true to his word and returned ten minutes later with the rest of his roommates and Ginny. Ron and Hermione were lying casually on Ron's bed wrapped in each other's arms and still under the blanket.

Harry knocked on the post of Ron's bed. "Is it safe to open this?"

"Yeah," Ron chuckled. "Oh, wait, hand me my underwear, will you?"

"Ron, gross," Ginny spat.

"And get Hermione's shirt while you're at it."

Harry used Hermione's top as a glove to grab Ron's underclothes. "Would Hermione like her underwear?"

"Yes, please," Hermione squeaked.

"Hey, only I'm allowed to touch her knickers." Ron's hand slid out of the curtain to grab their things from Harry. Once they had put them on, he opened the curtain and grabbed Hermione's underwear. "Here, Love."

"Thank you," she said softly as she kissed him before dressing herself under the blankets.

"So," Harry said as he sat back on his bed and wrapped his arm around Ginny.

"Yeah, so," Seamus said. "Is this what Harry had to deal with all those months you guys were out Merlin knows where? Did you kick him out of the room so you could fuck all the time?"

"We haven't been sleeping together," Ron said calmly as he finished pulling back all the curtains and sat back on the bed.

"Yeah, they just decided to snog in the middle of the battle," Harry revealed. "We were outside the Room of Requirement, and they just started going at it. I mean, don't get me wrong," Harry said above the laugher, looking at his friends. Hermione was burying her head into Ron's back, embarrassed. "I'm glad you two finally figured it out, but talk about ill timing."

"Yeah, seriously," Neville said. "But I guess they're just sick of waiting. They came back here first thing. What does that tell you?"

"Oh my god," Hermione mumbled against Ron's skin. She moved up and put her lips to his ear. "Aren't you glad they don't know about-"

"Although, they could have fooled me," Seamus said. "Ron's always been crying out for Hermione since, like, what? Fifth year?"

"I'm gonna go with fourth," Dean snickered.

"Every damn time he wanks," Seamus said. "It's always Hermione."

"Oh, shut up," Ron said, ears turning red. "I wasn't that bad."

"I dunno, man," Harry said slyly. "I came in one time last year-I remember, it was after the Quidditch final." Hermione felt the blood leave her face and Ron tense under her. "I remember, because-" He glanced at Ginny. "Well, anyway, I came back, and you were moaning her name. You were getting pretty loud, too."

"Y-you heard that?" Ron squeaked.

"Not much," Harry said with a shrug. "I did some quick charm work to make sure no one heard you. The muffliato charm. But you must have really been going, because the buzzing got pretty loud for awhile there."

"Oh my god," Hermione mumbled again, mortified. "I can't believe…" She trailed off and she and Ron looked at each other.

"Relax, Hermione, it's not like Ron's a big creep or anything," Ginny said.

"Yeah, he's just crazy about you," Neville added.

"What? No, I know, that's not…oh, never mind."

"OH MY GOD," Seamus yelled. "OH MY GOD. YOU WERE HAVING SEX, WEREN'T YOU?"

Hermione squeaked and hid behind Ron. "Seamus, you just walked in on us," Ron said. "Yeah, we were-"

"No, no, no, no, no, no," Seamus said. "That night. Hermione was supposed to get you up to bed, but we never saw her come down. We just figured we'd missed it-you were sexing her up when Harry came in that night!"

"Oh my god," Harry said. "What did you need to get him up to bed for?"

"They were both drunk off their arses," Seamus exclaimed. "Ron couldn't even stand up, so Hermione said she's put him to bed-Hermione, that's not what I meant!"

"Seamus, we might have just missed her coming back downstairs," Dean said, but Seamus shook his head.

"No, admit it, Weasley. You got laid that night."

Hermione looked up in time to see Ron grin. "Jealous?"

She punched his arm. "Ronald!"

"What?" he asked indignantly. "It happened, didn't it?"

Flustered, Hermione failed to come up with a retort. "Yes," she whispered. "But…but…ugh." She buried her head into him again.

"Told you," Neville spat at Dean. "I told you I thought I heard Hermione in here that night."

"Oh, no," Hermione whimpered. "Neville, I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it. It sounded like you were having a good time."

"Oh, sorry, Neville," Harry said, wincing. "It was hard to get a good shot at your bed from over here."

"Eh, it's not a big deal. They were pretty quiet, actually. Everything I heard was pretty hushed."

"Harry got a good enough shot at your bed then," Hermione hissed.

"I can't believe you two pulled that off," Seamus said. "Good thing Harry was here, or we might have all woken up."

"Yeah, good thing," Ron agreed, wiggling his eyebrows at Hermione.

"I need to process this," Harry said. "On second thought, I don't want to process this. I'm going to bed."

Ginny reached up and secured the curtains around them. "Goodnight, everyone," she said sweetly before sticking her tongue out at Ron and disappearing behind the scarlet curtains.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted," Neville yawned. "I'm gonna hit the hay." Dean agreed and they both copied Ginny.

"Well, well, well," Seamus said. "I didn't think Hermione Granger would ever break the rules to stay in your bed, Weasley."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron barked.

Seamus shook his head. "It's nothing personal. I mean I knew you guys had this sexual tension going on, but Hermione always had guys like Krum and McLaggen going after her." He shrugged as Hermione pushed her entire body into Ron's back. "I just wasn't convinced it'd happen for you when she had all those boys-"

"Ron," Hermione whined. She slid her body up his and kissed his ear. "I want to go to bed. Don't you?"

She could feel every muscle in his body tuning into hers. "Yeah, alright. I'll just get the curtains."

"No, lie down, I've got it." Hermione waved her wand lazily and the curtains began to hide them. "Sweet dreams, Seamus," she purred as the scarlet masses caused his face to disappear. "Don't listen to him, Ron. You're the only one I want to climb into bed with."

"Mm, good to know," Ron chuckled. "I love you. Are you really ready for bed?" The exhaustion in his voice was almost too painful for Hermione to bear.

"Not just yet," she whispered before she kissed him deeply. "I love you."

"Hang on," Ron said suddenly. He flew out of the bed and disappeared, leaving Hermione alone in the bed. She sighed and undressed before she climbed under the blankets. Ron returned a few moments later and set his wand on his side table. "Had to make sure they didn't hear." He pulled back the blankets to climb on top of her and stopped. "Bloody hell. I think my heart just stopped."

"Good," Hermione said. "Now come make mine freeze up."

"Gladly," Ron said. He climbed on top of her and kissed down her body. "You remember what I like to be called, don't you?" Ron asked as he settled between her thighs.

"Of course," Hermione gasped. "But I don't think-oh, Ronald," she cried as his tongue began to work its magic. "Ron. Ronald. Oh, Ronald, yes. Yes. That feels so-Ronald!"

"Damn it, Granger," Seamus bellowed from across the room. "We all know his name. If I hear it one more time, I swear."

"I thought you took care of it," Hermione squealed at Ron, who chuckled.

"Oops. Forgot one."

"Ron."

"Alright." Ron appeared from under the blankets and reached for his wand before he crawled to the end of the bed and parted the curtains. "Seamus, I thought you might appreciate that even though Hermione's got loads of blokes chasing after her, at the end of the day, it's still my name she's screaming."

When Ron had returned to her arms, Hermione was gaping at him in shock. "I can't believe you did that. I told you not to think about it. I can't believe you said that."

"And I can't believe you let everyone have a look at us earlier," Ron said with a shake of his head. "But it doesn't matter. I'm the one you love, and that's all that'll ever matter to me."

"I'm glad. Now are you going to fuck me or not?"

"Hermione," Ron gasped. "Did you just-"

"And I'm not going to say it again, so I hope you enjoyed it."

Ron kissed her fiercely. "Damn. It was hot. I was hoping I could get used to it."

"Mm. Maybe if you're really, really, extraordinarily good, I'll do it again later."

"Well, now I have a goal. Be good enough in bed to make Hermione swear." He started nibbling on Hermione's neck.

"I can't imagine you getting any better than you already are."

"Well, then I should hear your profanities any second now then, shouldn't I?"

"Mm…yeah, maybe."

"Looking forward to it."

"Mm, Ron-"

"See?" Ron teased. "It's just the beginning, and I'm already off to a good start."

Hermione chuckled and agreed. Yes, it was just the beginning, and they were off to a spectacular start.

A/N: Don't forget those suggestions! :D Hope you enjoyed.

-VK