Game Over

Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fic. I'll warn you now – it's quite short and there is no real plot, because that's not my goal with this story. It's really just an excuse for me to post some [what I hope you consider] hot R/Hr smut.

Disclaimer: If only.

Chapter One: December 11th, 1998

Dear Hermione,

Only two more weeks to go. Merlin, I miss you.

Work's been busy with Christmas coming up so soon, and even though I'm exhausted, I'm glad of it because it makes George happy. It's good to finally not have to wonder when I'll see him smile again. Of course, the chaos that is the shop also helps to take my mind off of how much I need you; how much I want you.

I picked up your gift today, and I can't wait to give it to you. These next two weeks until I get to hold you again will be absolute hell. I wish there was a way to speed up time. On second thought, you're the brightest witch of our age – can't you think of something to make it so?

I'm only joking, love. I can clearly picture the scowl on your face. Wish I was there to kiss it away…among other things of course. Speaking of which, you should prepare yourself. I plan to ravish you until you're mad with desire. These past few months have been unbearable without you. No need to tell you how cramped my hand is...although I just did. I won't go into any more detail because I know you'll only scold me for having such a filthy mouth. Even though you've heard worse during our many fantastic fucks. And before you even think it, I will not apologize for saying that because I know deep down you love hearing it. Don't deny it.

But that's not all I miss, Hermione. I miss your hugs, and your kisses, and your hair, and your smell, and your voice, and...everything. I miss everything about you. I'd give anything to have it be Christmas today so that I can finally hug and kiss you, run my hands through your soft hair, inhaling your scent, while you moan my name in anticipation...okay, okay I'll stop now. When we're finally reunited, you can yell at me.

I love you, Hermione. More than anything else in this entire world.

Always yours,

Ron

Hermione folded up Ron's letter and grinned. In just a couple more weeks, she'd finally be in Ron's arms again. She knew she'd made the right decision in choosing to go back to school, but at times like this, she almost wished she hadn't. The constant longing she felt for Ron was, to say the very least, intense. Emotionally, mentally, and she had to admit, physically. There were nights when she literally ached for Ron to be inside of her, desperately trying to mimic what his cock did to her with her fingers. But all to no avail - there was no going back, now that she had a taste of Ron. And Merlin, did she love his taste.

It wasn't just that Ron was an incredible lover. It was also how he made her feel. When Ron looked at her that way; when he couldn't control the filth that came out of his mouth; when he groaned with pleasure and panted out her name; and when he gently caressed her and told her how much he loved her, it was at these times and more that Ron made her feel like the most powerful and desirable woman on Earth. It didn't matter that it wasn't actually true. But it mattered to her that it was the truth for Ron. All the other men on the planet could bugger off for all she cared. As long as she had Ron's attention, she was content.

Hermione shook her head in an effort to calm down. That familiar ache between her legs was back, and it killed her to know that she had to wait another two weeks before it was properly taken care of. It would've been sooner, but she was spending the 19th to the 24th with her parents. Then, on the 25th, she was heading over to the Burrow.

Damn him for mentioning sex in his letter! If only he knew how much she was suffering...who was she kidding? It'd only excite him further, resulting in even dirtier letters. But, she thought wickedly, it'll make him randy as hell. He'll suffer even more than he is now.

With a triumphant smirk on her face, Hermione grabbed ink, quill and parchment and began to write.