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Ron loved summers at the Burrow. It was children’s laughter, the stale scent of sunscreen, bonfires, and a lot of watermelon for picnics and cookouts.. Most importantly, it was this: the rush of blood in his ears as moved his lips against hers and tasted the strawberry lip gloss she always used; the way her tongue slipped into his mouth and explored as her hands tugged on his hair; her body, all bumps and curves, pressed against his; and the moans tried to stifle as his hands explored exposed skin. His hands slipped under her tank top and brushed the lace of her bralette. Her fingers brushed against his neck as she arched her back, sighing into his mouth as she did so.
The sound of children giggling in the woods nearby forced the two to reluctantly part but she pulled his head to press his forehead against hers as she drew in a breath. “I missed you, too,” she giggled.
Ron inhaled her scent, a faint citrus and some flower, and strawberries, always strawberries. His lips were sticky with her gloss and he ran his tongue over it, tasting her. “I swear I had a better way of greeting you,” he grinned. “Welcome back, Hermione.”
Although the rage of passion between them just moments before cooled, he still felt his heart thud at his throat as he took her in. Ever since he first saw her two summers ago, he’s always thought she was the prettiest girl he’s ever set his eyes on. She seemed to own a million bandanas in various colors and patterns which kept her soft and curly hair at bay. Today, she wore a white one with little watermelons. She had on a yellow tank top with jean shorts, the very picture of summertime. Her brown eyes sparkled and her lips were puffy and parted as she smiled at him. Ron thanked the gods that he had the foresight to claim the only one bedroom dorm.
Her hands slipped from his neck to hold his as she tiptoed to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Should we get the kids to bed, Head Counselor? Then we can have time for a proper greeting?”
Every fiber of Ron’s being tingled with the promise in her words. “How about we meet at the hills in half an hour?”
Thirty minutes later, he had a blanket on the grass, a bowl of watermelon in the center, and a hand held lamp which flickered as the night wind picked up. Hermione was late, but given how much the kids adored her, he could imagine they probably didn’t want her to leave. So he absentmindedly ate the fruit as he waited.
“I see you’ve started without me,” came his favorite voice in the world. Hermione sat down gracefully next to him and reached for a watermelon. A tiny trail of juice dribbled down her wrist and he leaned forward to kiss it off. Although it was originally meant to be a chaste kiss, Ron couldn’t help but let his tongue lap at the sweetness and suck gently against where her pulse was. Hermione gasped and shivered against his touch.
She dropped the fruit back in the bowl and reached for his hand to pull him closer. He planted the other hand on the blanket to steady himself but allowed her to initiate their second kiss of the night. Their noses bumped and their entwined hands pressed against his stomach, dangerously close to where he so desperately wished to be touched. Her free hand cupped his jaw to hold him in place as she sucked on his lower lip, nibbling along his skin in ways that sent tingles down his spine.
His senses were overwhelmed by Hermione. He opened his eyes and saw her long lashes flutter against her cheek as she continued to mold her lips against his. Her bandana was askew, barely holding her curls in place. His nose was filled with the fresh scent of her skin and her mouth tasted watermelon sweet. Her hand was soft but her grip was strong as she held onto him.
When they finally separated, their breaths were stuttered and then Hermione gave him a shy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been nine months since I’ve kissed you.”
Ron tucked a stray curl behind her ear and pressed another kiss against her nose. “We have a whole three months to make up for lost time.” Three months wasn’t enough, but Ron knew that graduation was right around the corner and then they could talk about the future.
“Then we shouldn’t be wasting this time,” Hermione said as she moved the bowl out from between them and climbed into his lap. She sank down on his thighs and circled her hands around his neck. Behind her, the stars shone against the deep blue sky and the moon highlighted the outlines of the forest around them. An owl hooted and there was nothing else except the two of them.
Ron looked at the girl whom he knew he could never go without. Her dark eyes were full of promises and he pulled her closer, craving the taste of strawberries once more.