Hermione yelled the whole way from the kitchen to the bedroom as Ron carried her over his shoulders like some war-prize, all the while infuriating her with that annoying Godric Gryffindor act.

"You're not Godric Bloody Gryffindor, for crying out loud!"

"No, I'm better than him...better endowed than him!" Ron agreed and slapped her bottom as he kicked open the door to their slightly messy bedroom. They hadn't had time to make the bed this morning when they'd been in a rush to get ready.

When Ron tried to pinch her bottom, she finally had enough of his cheeky foreplay. This was too much, even for a drunk Weasley. Even the Weasley twins could be lecherous after a few pints of butterbeer but now Ron was going overboard and way out of line.

"Put me down right now," Hermione shouted.

"Ugh fine. Sorry." Ron said and stumbled to release her right on to the bed.

The redhead knight then wasted no time to move his hands and lips to her neck and started kissing her up and down her pulse point again.

Her feet and back arched. But then she remembered she was mad at him. For some reason and shoved at his shoulders as she tried to sit up and get out of the bed.

"Lady Granger...doth you not want—"

Hermione stopped him before he could say a word further. "Ronald Weasley, if you compare your man bits to a sword one more time! I swear...I'll..."

"What?" Ron bit. He stopped temporarily nipping at her neck to look into her brown doe eyes. "You'll do what?"

Hermione felt her own eyes melting as she stared at Ron's deeply blue-green eyes. Damn him. It was impossible to stay mad at him when he was looking at her like that. Like she was the only woman that could make him happy or possibly turn him on.

Merlin, how easy was it to forget all about Lavendar Brown being all over Ron with the way he treated her now...Still, she got insecure every so often. Even years after, she still wondered if Ron ever compared her to his old girlfriend.

She wasn't as busty as Lavender.

She didn't have that same airy bubbly laugh or persona. She wasn't one of those 'Barbie' girls that turned heads on the beach.

And Merlin, why did she have to get insecure whenever Ron was getting amorous with her. Maybe Victor Krum was right: she was frigid and a drag in bed.

"I wasn't going to make that joke again," Ron quipped so quietly she almost couldn't hear him. He stroked her hair and then lowered his hands to her hips, pulling her into a loose, half hug where only there bottom halfs and legs connected.

Ron's hands gripped onto Hermione's hips again, gently squeezing her in a tender sign of affection.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Hermione realized she was frowning and tried to go back into the easy, playful mode she was in before...but truthfully, there was no fooling Ron.

Ron could tell something was occupying her and she felt bad about ruining the mood.

"What, are you really that mad I did that sword talk?"

Hermione felt the corners of her mouth smirking despite herself.

"Sorry," she began. "No. It did annoy me. But no that isn't why I'm mad. Not really."

She disentangled herself from Ron's grasp and lay back on the pillows of their comfy cotton sheet bed.

"What is it then? C'mon Mione, you were just in the mood a minute ago," he pleaded, a tone of contempt now creeping into his voice.

Hermione was so close to telling Ron off and telling him to take a cold shower. But it was true: she was in the mood and then suddenly she'd let her insecurities wreck that. Merlin, Ron already had his own insecurities about not being good enough for her. If she kept on putting up walls and acting the same and not opening up to him, he might start to think the same of her.

She turned over in bed and faced him. His eyes were wide and yet still full of adoration for her. This calmed her a little and brought back her ease.

"Sorry, Ron. I do want to continue."

"You do?"

Ron's expression immediately brightened and she smirked again.

"Yes," she patted his arm. "But on my own terms."

"And what is that?" Ron raised a brow.

She placed his hands over her small breasts. "I want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl you'll ever love."

"You are the only girl I've ever loved." Ron frowned. "Wait you're seriously insecure now? Seriously? I thought that was just me—Don't you know how I," he trailed off.

"Know what?"

"Worship you."

Hermione shrugged. "Sometimes. But sometimes I feel like you're in a hurry and would rather watch your Chudley Cannons. Or look at those daft blonde cheerleaders on the quidditch pitch."

Ron lowered his lips to her rosy buds. "Not likely," he said before nibbling at her firm points. "Don't like daft bints, only smart ones."

Hermione felt her lips mumbling something as Ron paid his dues to her and worshipped her body but she wasn't quite sure what she was saying anymore.

"Why don't you like daft bints anymore?" she wondered outloud as Ron lowered his mouth further and further down her hips.

"Cause once you have a smart one, it becomes painful to even try to hold a conversation with one," Ron vaguely said in between licking at the inside of her thighs. "Plus they taste better."

Hermione closed her eyes, really getting into it and feeling absolutely worshipped.

"Really...That's odd how higher IQ might go with tasting better."

She suddenly grabbed a fistful of Ron's hair.

"Yeah can't explain it either." Ron said happily. "Just seems to be true."

Hermione wondered why she'd ever been insecure about Ron liking other girls. It was stupid of her. They were long over their Hogwarts teenage drama years and Ron had proved himself time and again since then that he was fully there for her and only for her.

Maybe that's what she needed to hear to really let her hair down.

She was only aware that her whole body was shaking and then Ron stopped right when he was about to put her over the edge.

"My knight..."

And then that mythical sword set to work once again..and again and again. For about 40 strokes it seemed or forever.

"Merlin, merlin, merlin, GODDRIC! "

Ron suddenly let out a laugh. "Now who's saying the mythical name of Godric!"

"ughhhhhhgjgfgfgf can u blame me ughghhhh" Hermione whimpered.

"say it again." ron licked at the shell of her ear while going in again.

"Godric godric GODRIC." Hermione nearly bit her tongue. This was too much.

'We might have to permanently change my name to that," Ron finally stammered as he finished.

"Ron!"

"Fine. Ron it is."

And so it was. Ron was just fine. And more than enough. And that is all.

The End.