#redandbrown

Ron let out a frustrated huff, his head turning toward the sound. “Yeah mate?!” He yelled back. She could hear the irritation in his voice.

Hermione slid a hand under his shirt, feeling his warm, hard stomach, and making him inhale sharply. She bit back a grin.

“Chudley Cannons game on tonight. You know what time?” The static from the radio filtered in through the tent as Harry tuned it to the right station.

“Half seven,” Ron called, sliding his hands up her thighs and grabbing her bottom, squeezing tightly. He went back to kissing her neck as soon as the words left his mouth, letting his weight fall back on top of her.

“You reckon Barnaby will play this match? That bludger knocked him out cold last game.”

Ron’s lips left her neck. “Yeah Barnaby’ll be there. Just a small head wound,” he said dismissively.

Hermione gasped when he started nibbling on her ear. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer, making Ron let out a gasp of his own.

“You’ll pay for that,” he growled in her ear, and she felt goosebumps slide down her spine.

This was the first time in ages they had been alone together. Well… semi-alone.

Harry was outside the tent on guard duty, and he had no idea what they were up to inside.

They didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did all the same. If she had to pinpoint the moment things had changed between them, it would have been Dumbledore’s funeral.

Something had shifted between them that day, something profound, and she realized she needed him. He was the one she sought for comfort when the world seemed scary. And she was the one he sought out when he needed to feel at home.

Nothing happened between them though until she came to the Burrow that summer. When she had confessed to him what she had done to her parents, she started sobbing uncontrollably, and he had pulled her into a tight hug rubbing her back in silent support.

In a moment of weakness she had told him her deepest fear: that she would die in this war, and she would be forgotten by her parents forever. That had seemed to be a breaking point for Ron.

He had grabbed her roughly and pulled her into his lap, telling her she had no right to think such awful things as he started kissing her face everywhere.

No, she wasn’t going to die, he had insisted, and nobody could ever completely forget her, no matter how strong the charm was. And to prove his point, he had grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the lips. Their first kiss.

He laid her down on his bed kissing her fiercely. It was harder for her to argue with him when he had his lips on hers.

And from that moment on they had been together, though they talked very little, if at all, about their relationship. They didn’t need to. It was just understood.

However, the one thing they did talk about was that this needed to be a secret, especially from Harry. Now was not the time to make it public. Harry needed them, and they all had to focus on this mission.

But since they had started camping in this musty, old tent, they couldn’t stop stealing glances at each other, or finding any excuse to touch: Hermione’s hand on Ron’s shoulder as she reached behind him, Ron’s knee touching hers as he sat next to her on the couch.

The tension came to a boiling point when Ron had accidentally dropped Hermione’s favorite tea cup, shattering it to pieces.

“Maybe don’t handle my things with your big sausage fingers!” She had snapped at him. She knew it was an accident, but it was the final straw of a very long, frustrating day.

Ron had glared at her. “Maybe don’t get your knickers in a twist over a damn teacup. I am wizard, remember?” He said scathingly as he repaired the cup with his wand.

He handed it to her as she gave him a withering look. Harry had cleared his throat nervously and made a valiant attempt at changing the subject.

“Are there any more wizarding fairy tale books out there? This “Tales of Beedle the Bard” is fascinating ,” he pondered out loud as he started digging through the various open books on the table.

“No, not that I know of,” Hermione replied.

“Yes there is,” Ron argued. He picked up a reference book laying on the couch and carried it toward Harry to show him a list of fairy tale books.

As Ron passed Hermione, he slapped her on the ass, making sure it was out of Harry’s sight. In fact Harry only heard her surprised squeak as she glared at Ron.

Harry looked up.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just another insect in the tent. He flew off though.”

Harry, not being able to take the tension and fearing the inevitable fight, decided to take next watch and headed out the tent flaps.

As soon as he was gone, Hermione put a silencing charm up and pushed Ron hard in the chest.

“You do that again, and I’ll hex your nose off! You have something you want to say to me?!” She practically spat out.

“Yeah, I do! You’re fuckin’ barmy, you know that?” He said angrily rubbing his chest where she had pushed him.

“At least I’m not an irritating, clumsy prick!”

Hermione saw the anger flash through his eyes as he advanced on her.

“A prick, am I?” He demanded as he bent low and scooped her off the ground.

“Ron!” She said angrily.

“Better than an uptight, swotty bird who needs an attitude adjustment,” he said before spanking her on the ass again just to piss her off.

He dumped her roughly on his bed before crawling on top of her. She looked ready to spit fire.

“Damn it, Ron!! I’ll-

“You’ll what?” He challenged, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head as he glared at her. “Hex my nose off? Do it,” he dared her.

She watched his eyes travel down to her chest. 

 "Shut up and kiss me already, you prat!“

“Fuck you are so beautiful,” he said as his lips came down on hers.

She started to melt into his bed enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of her and his lips tickling her skin.

“You make me so angry, Ronald Weasley,” she said, not sounding in the least bit so.

“I’m the one that’s angry,” he told her releasing her hands to push her hair out of her face. “How dare you wear those jeans around me? You know how much I like your arse. And I couldn’t even touch you.”

She giggled at his words and pulled him down for another kiss before pulling back.

“We have to remove the silencing charm or Harry will suspect something,” she said brandishing her wand.

“The only thing he’ll suspect is that we’re rowing and don’t want to bother him,” he countered.

She pondered his words as she rubbed the stubble on his jaw line.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to risk it,” she finally said.

Ron shrugged. “Have it your way, but I just got you alone, and I’m not ready to let you go.”

“Then you better keep your voice down. We both know you’re a screamer,” she quipped before removing the silencing charm.

Ron snorted, “You cheeky witch. I’ll show you who’s a screamer,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her soundly.

But Harry would not let them have a minute of peace. Once the match had started on the radio, he had kept up a steady dialogue with Ron.

“Ooh! McCann has the quaffle!” Harry yelled excitedly from outside.

Ron stopped kissing Hermione and pulled back to look at her. “Yeah but he won’t keep it if Chauncey gets close to him,” Ron supplied as his hand unbuttoned Hermione’s jeans.

“What are you doing?!” She whispered in a panic.

His hand froze. “You want me to stop?” He mouthed to her.

She huffed and pulled him to her “No, don’t be silly! And don’t get caught.”

Ron gave her a wickedly sexy grin as he unzipped her pants and slid his hand in.

Hermione had to fight hard the groan that threatened to escape her throat as his hands started to work his magic on her.

“Hey five galleons Johnson makes this next goal,” Harry told Ron

Ron never took his eyes off Hermione’s face and refused to slow his movements down.

“You’re dreaming, Harry, there’s no way,” he called, biting back his desire as he watched her squirm under his hands.

Hermione’s eyes got wide as Ron continued at a furious pace. He clamped his other hand over her mouth to stifle the inevitable noises.

“You come for me,” he demanded, whispering it in her ear. Hermione clung to him as her whole body started shaking hard and she whimpered into the palm of his hand.

He gave her another sexy lopsided grin as her breathing came back to normal. He looked quite pleased with himself.

“Score!! You owe me five galleons Weasley!”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah put it on my tab Potter.”

Hermione pushed Ron over and straddled him giving him a wicked grin of her own.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, sounding a little panicked himself now.“There’s no time!”

She unzipped his pants and freed his erection. She studied it a moment before giving him a mischievous smirk and started stroking it.

“You want me to stop?” She whispered his words back to him, sounding way more innocent than she really was.

He emphatically shook his head “no” and she grinned at him.

“It’s freezing out here. I think I’ll make some tea,” Harry called.

“NO! I mean I’ll make you some, Harry! Listen to your match!” Hermione said as she quickly scrambled out of Ron’s bed, getting tangled in his sheets and nearly falling on her face.

As she ran past the couch, she threw a book at Ron, who caught it, opened it and covered his lap with it to hide his erection that was still visible under the covers he had quickly pulled up to his chest.

She scooted to a stop in the kitchen and started boiling water with her wand as she pulled out a cup.

Harry came in with his hands tucked under his arms looking red faced from the cold.

“It’s almost done,” she told him over her shoulder.

Ron was trying his best to look relaxed and unbothered in his bed, like he had just been listening to the match and reading a book.

“Cheers. Be right back,” he said to her as he headed to the loo. She took the opportunity to zip her pants back up. She had forgotten all about it.

As she washed her hands, she chanced a glance at Ron who had that annoyingly sexy smirk back on his face. He waggled his eyebrows at her and she bit back a giggle.

Harry returned and took the cup of tea as well as a sandwich she had made him.

“Oh thanks, Hermione! I’m gonna bring this too,” he said grabbing a reference book off the table.

He exited the tent flap, and Hermione bolted back into the bunk with Ron.

“You made him a sandwich too?” He teased quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Shut up. Yes, I made him a sandwich. Don’t want him coming back in here any time soon, do I?”

Ron pulled the covers up to his chin looking scandalized. “Why, Ms. Granger? What are you planning to do to me? I’m just an innocent seventeen year old wizard, you know.”

Hermione snorted as she climbed back on top of him. “Yes, you have lived such a sheltered life, what with five older brothers and Harry Potter as your best mate.”

Ron flipped her suddenly, so that he was back on top. “That git? I just hang out with him for the girls,” he said giving her a deep a kiss.

Hermione felt the butterflies in her stomach. “Oh yeah? What girls?”

“Just this one bushy-haired bird. Fought a troll for her. Now she’s obsessed with me,” Ron slid down and lifted her shirt up to kiss her stomach.

Hermione gasped at the feeling. “Is that what happened?” She said losing her focus. “I remember it differently.”

Ron slid back up her body and grabbed her wand from under his pillow, casting another silencing charm.

He smirked at her. “When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your name.”