Hey everyone! How long I've taken to upload a new chapter is absolutely inexcusable. I can't believe its truly been a year! A lot has been going on in my life personally; I changed schools, lost and gained friends, and discovered a lot of things about myself. I hope you can forgive me for taking so long to get back to this! Also, a special thanks to everyone who has kept on reading this story, and commenting.

This chapter is dedicated to daydreamer234 for commenting a month ago and giving me inspiration to write again.

Also, a special thanks to Riley Lillian Potter, scrappy8, jennahsimpson, potterhead7077, and lizziemarie0529 who have commented on previous chapters.

As an update, I went to HP world in February for the "Weekend of HP/HP Celebration" Universal, ad got so see the new Diagon Alley section. OMG it is freaking perfect and even MORE surreal than seeing Hogwarts (if such a thing is possible)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any HP characters, canon plot lines and pairings; ONLY the storyline of the fic, dialogue, and other characters I might add. J.K. Rowling is the author of the Harry Potter series, and owns the amazing world she has thought up!

Also, there's a steamy lemon in this chapter, so if you don't like those, just skip that part.

Chapter 6: Sleep Leads to Bliss

Ron was really beaten up for months after the funeral. The only things that kept him somewhat sane were going to rebuild Hogwarts everyday, and spending time with me. He kept saying how it was somehow his fault, and how he wished he had been there to stop it; how he wished it was him and not Fred. He was mindlessly blabbering at all hours of the night, and barely ate or slept anymore. In just one month, Ron had lost much of the bulky muscularity that was common of his chest and arms. He had also lost at least 10-15 pounds, was always feverish, and looked as scraggly as Harry after a summer with the Dursley's. He would wake up in the middle of the night, after a night terror about the months we spent horecrux hunting, Fred, Voldemort, or the most common; that awful time in Malfoy Manor when Bellatrix tortured me. He often woke up in a sweat screaming my name. I would wake him up fully and assure him that all was fine, and I was still there. I would then lean into his chest and let me him hold me, to make sure it was real. This would happen nearly every night. I had nightmares too, but only about once or twice a week. They were often about losing him, or Harry. I would wake up in a similar fashion to Ron, and then he would return a favor I so often did for him. This got so bad that we had to put silencing charms on his room, much to his chagrin.

After about a week of the screaming, and me running into his room, he finally asked me to stay with him. We of course kept all of our clothes on, and limited the snogging to quick pecks; but night was nonetheless what I looked forward to. Regardless of the nightmares, being there with Ron, and not being able to be heard, were some of the best gifts one could recieve in a house like The Burrow. It wasn't the first time we had shared a bed, I had slept in his room the night that Luna and Neville had come over for dinner. Mrs. Weasley was downright furious when she learned of our sleeping arrangements. She and Arthur had a long talk with Ron about the dangers of teenaged hormones, and how she'd hate to see "a good girl like Hermione" fall into the wrong path because of her arse of a son. The whole house soon knew of this gossip, and Ginny threw a fit for not being allowed to share a room with Harry. Neither her mother or father were wiling to budge on them sleeping alone, and Mrs. Weasley wasn't too happy on having Ron and I alone, so they amped up the awkward by forcing Harry and Ginny to sleep in a bed next to Ron and I in his attic room. Imagine; being forced to live in a room with your best friend who is like a brother to you, with his girlfriend who is your only female friend; and your boyfriend who is the older brother of your brother-like best friend's girlfriend. Ron and Harry were both in hell, Ron having to see his sister flirting with his best mate, and Harry having to see somewhat the same. Molly and Arthur concluded that these arrangements would be so awkward, that eventually one of the couples would budge and just wish to sleep alone; and no one would ever dare to do anything sexual with the other couple in the room. It was awful waking up screaming Ron's name, and having him comfort me; while Harry and Ginny listened two feet away. Whenever Ginny woke up like that (which was rare), I had to hold Ron back from pummeling Harry after he began planting gentle kisses all over Ginny's torso.

"Morning 'Mione", Ron whispered in my ear as he began placing the lightest kisses starting at the place behind the ear he had whispered into, spanning all the way down to my collar bone, before I stopped him. "Ron, where are the others?" I asked, trying to slow my breathing and quickening heartbeat. "Well, dad's at work, mum's at Hogwarts, and everyone else is not in this room." He whispered huskily. "Oh. But, shouldn't we be at Hogwarts too? I mean, they need our-" I was cut off by a kiss on the mouth. "Listen 'Mione, we've helped everyday, but this is the first moment we've had to ourselves." Ron then continued his line of kisses and made his way down to where my exposed skin ended and the collar of my t-shirt began. I quickly got the message. My breathing again quickened as he rolled on top of me. It had been about the same amount of time since we had last snogged as it had been to the funeral; two months. Since then, we had only just woken up from our most peaceful sleep yet. None of us the previous night, had had our usual show of screaming and thrashing, which probably allowed Harry and Ginny to get up earlier than usual. Ron began by brushing his hand from my forehead, down my cheek, then to holding my chin and carressing my neck. He leaned in and slowly pecked down the same path his hand had made, finally brushing my lips with his thumb; and kissing me. He started out slow like all the other actions that morning, but then quickened pace. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth, a new sensation for me. Our tongues fought for dominance until I finally pushed mine into his mouth. He pushed me down from my sideways position so he would be straddling my torso. Running his hand through my hair, he moved his kisses down my neck; pausing at the dip just above my breasts.

"Can I?", Ron pleaded, with lust-filled eyes. I nodded in compliance, my only annoyance being that he had stopped. His lips continued their path until they were sitting on the bulge of my left breast. I was self-conscious of him seeing my body; but when his fingers tugged on the edge of my shirt, it felt too good to say no. As soon as my shirt was out of the way, his eyes raked my body with a ferver that I'd never seen from him. I grew self-conscious yet again, my brain beginning to regain control within the pause of contact. My instinct told me to cover myself. He eased my worry.

"'Mione. Oh. My. God. 'Mione. Bloody 'ell I've been honestly imagining this moment since 5th year, but you are even more stunning than I could ever imagine. I love you Hermione."

And with that, all my self-doubt was gone. I knew that my actions would speak louder than words, so I pulled his head back down and reconnected our lips. Our tongues followed suit again and he kneaded my breasts, causing an elicit moan to escape my mouth. In the back of my mind I was thanking the inventor of silencing charms. He rubbed his hands up and down my sides, slipping lower each time. Eventually, he was full on grabbing my arse and I couldn't take it anymore. I was so wet I could fill a river. I yanked his shirt off of him and gazed at his toned chest. I ran my hands up and down his muscular arms and reached up to run my fingers along his lips; traveling down to his abdomen, and stopping just above his most precious member. He nodded, so I moved to remove the nuisance of his shorts. Once gone, I was greeted by a stunning erection still sheathed in his boxers. He unclasped my bra and stared at my bare, luscious bosom. He took my breasts in his mouth and sucked on my hard nipples. Another moan fell from my lips as my hands all on their own, removed his boxers. Out popped the most beautiful thing i'd ever seen. So hard and long, I was dripping by this point. I took him in my hands and began pumping up and down. He grunted and then screamed out in pleasure. I took him in my mouth and handled every inch of him. I grabbed his bare ass as he thrust into me. I almost choked as he released and I swallowed every last drop. He was panting at this point, but forever the gentleman, he reached out to begin pleasuring me. He removed my wet panties and placed his palm on my pussy. I grunted, as he placed a single finger on my swollen clit and began rubbing in small circles. He then thrust two solid fingers inside of my tight friend. He thrust in and out so quickly, I screamed out. As I was on the verge of cumming, he bent down and placed his head between my legs. He pushed his tongue inside of me, tasting my juices. He sucked and suckled my clit, making me cry out in pleasure.

"Ron! Oh my god Ron, don't stop. I'm about to cum. I'm cumming! ugh Ron mmmm." He pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed my clit a few more times, despite my ragged breaths. His member was already awake and ready for round two. Our eyes locked, his unsure and pleading. "Are you sure you want this 'Mione?", He asked. "Of course I bloody fucking want this you goon. I'm dripping wet on your bed, just take me!" I screamed in frustration. I needed to feel his length inside of me. Now. He slid into me and I gasped at the feeling. I felt so full all of a sudden and never wanted him to leave. when he pulled out I longed for him to return, and when he did, the pleasure was even greater.

"Ugh, faster Ron, faster. Fuck me hard." I screamed.

He complied, sliding in and out of my sopping wet sex at a superhuman pace. we crashed in and out of each other, like waves on a beach; controlled by the moon. I was getting closer. So close. "Ugh I'm gonna cum Ron! Ugh I love you. Ugh I'm cuuuumming!". I yelled. I was taken under by the clenching of my insides, the coiling build in my stomach released in relentless waves of pleasure. I was shaking from head to toe, and even minutes later; I lay there on top of Ron in post-orgasm bliss. My first time was better than I could've imagined.

We collapsed in a heap upon our bed, sweaty but content. I believe we slept there for something like three hours until it was finally noon and time to eat a proper meal. Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley had just returned home from Hogwarts and didn't suspect the least of it. Ron and I sat down and held hands under the table. It was astonishing what 9 whole hours of sleep and a good shag could do to a person. The dark sunken-in circles underneath Ron's eyes had become far less noticeable. Even after only one night of peace, Ron looked healthier. So did Harry, Ginny, and everyone else. Mrs. Weasley's cooking was as always, impeccable. After lunch, Ron and I retreated to the garden. We both lied in the grass and gazed up at the clouds. We spent our whole afternoon in mild seclusion; just mumbling and naming the shapes that passed above us.

That evening, just as it was beginning to get dark out, Ginny and Harry found us in our little haven. "Hey mates, mum's fixin' supper if you wanted to join in... unless you're too wrapped up in snogging each other." Ginny stated with a smirk. Ron jumped up at the mention of food, whereas I stayed on the grass and continued to study the stars. "C'mon Mione! The foods gonna get cold!

We joined the others to eat, Ron and I somehow still reveling in our little secret. We stole glances at each other periodically throughout the meal. Bloody hell, it was going to be hard to keep our hands to ourselves tonight.

Hey guys! Thanks for reading. Leave me some comments and let me know if you liked the lemon! ~ Jazz