A Little Less Conversation

By Still Stargirl

Author's note: I apologize for the delay in uploading this chapter! My roommates and I moved into a new house and our internet has been very temperamental. Plus, classes have started, so it's taken some adjusting. Sadly, this is the last chapter of this fic. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! Enjoy!

Chapter Four: A little more action

"This is a terrible idea, Ginny." Harry gripped his girlfriend's hand tightly as they stood in front of Ron's bedroom door.

Ginny brushed her lips against his earlobe, "Funny, you didn't seem to think about the consequences of our prank last night after we—"

"Shh!" Harry scolded sharply, "Any of your brothers could hear you! If even one of them found out...neither of us would be able to have—have—fun anymore." He blushed, "And besides, it was your prank."

The redhead shrugged carelessly, "You say it was my prank, I say it was our prank. Tomato, tomahto." She sighed dramatically, "I think we owe it to them to set the record straight, don't you, Harry?"

He shook his head vehemently. "Hermione is going to murder us Muggle-style! Not with a quick spell…no, no—we're in for tortures that the world's never seen before!"

As expected, Harry's protests didn't deter Ginny from knocking on Ron's door.

"Oh, bloody hell!" Ron muttered as he fell off his bed, sheet still secured around his waist. He started crawling hurriedly toward his wardrobe to grab clothes for himself and Hermione, when Ginny called from the other side of the door.

"May we come in?" Ginny waited a beat. "All right, then!"

After casting an Alohamora charm for what seemed like the millionth time in two days, Ginny strolled into the room with a reluctant Harry in tow. Harry seemed to be fascinated with his shoes, since he couldn't meet his best friends' abashed faces. Ron crawled back to his bed and sat on the side opposite Hermione. They secured their respective blankets around themselves.

"So…" Ginny's voice oozed with innuendo, "Looks like you two had a fantastic night." She gave Hermione a hearty wink.

"No better than yours and Harry's I'd assume." Hermione retorted shrilly.

Harry snorted, but stopped after Ginny jabbed him in the ribs. He coughed, "Er, sorry."

Ginny rolled her eyes, then continued, "You know I was just taking the mickey out of you, Hermione. Obviously you and Ron didn't—"

"Didn't what, dear sister of mine?" Ron asked testily through gritted teeth.

"You two didn't sleep together—at least, not in the figurative sense." Ginny replied matter-of-factly.

Hermione turned an impossible shade of red and fumed, "Is it that hard to believe?! Am I just so much of a know-it-all, so much of an academic that people can't imagine the smart ice queen having—"

Harry quickly interrupted her, "Not at all, Hermione! No one thinks you're a cold harpy who has no feelings. It's just that neither of us would like to imagine you and Ron having…relations…considering you're my best friends and Ron is Ginny's brother. And you're her friend, too."

"Oh." She said quietly.

Ron snickered.

"This isn't humorous, Ronald." Hermione shot him an annoyed look.

"Forgive me, Hermione, but our best friend—who's looking a bit peaky right now—of seven years just referred to shagging as having relations. Pardon me for finding that amusing." Ron continued to chuckle.

The other three glanced at each other and began laughing, too. After their laughter died down, Ginny broke the awkward silence again.

"Seriously, though, you two didn't shag."

Harry groaned as the uncomfortable silence stretched for what seemed like days.

Finally, Ron asked haughtily, "And how would you know, Ginny?"

"Honestly, Ginny. How else would you explain the disappearance of our clothes? The only solution we came up with was—" Hermione's voice became a bit breathy, "—that they were thrown off haphazardly, yet passionately in the heat of the moment and—"

Harry turned a terrible shade of green. "Please, Hermione. Don't talk about you and Ron and…ugh…"

"Sorry, Harry." Hermione flushed and stared at her bare feet, which were swinging off the side of the bed.

Ron inched closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Hermione slid an arm around his waist, as well.

Ginny stood beside Harry and held his hand. "You see, the truth is that we—"

Harry cleared his throat, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I mean, I vanished your clothes last night."

Ron and Hermione exchanged bewildered looks.

"YOU WHAT?!" Ron roared.

"What possessed you to do that?!" Hermione shouted.

"Shut it, you two! The rest of the Weasley family is sleeping off their hangovers! Much like you were a few hours ago, I'd expect." Harry chided.

"Since when did you become the voice of reason, Harry?" Ron asked dryly.

Harry replied with a half-smile, "It comes and goes."

Ron and Hermione's faces settled into expressions that were a combination of shock and relief.

Ginny cut in, "The point is, you two shouldn't worry. You didn't forget your first time."

Ron and Hermione remained speechless.

"I'll summon your clothes right now, if you'd like!" She took out her wand, "Accio Ron and Hermione's clothes!"

Harry yanked the door open, grabbed the clothes that flew in from the hallway and tossed them onto Ron's bed. Ron and Hermione's shoes fell unceremoniously on the floor by their feet.

Harry tugged on Ginny's hand and jerked his head toward the door. He hissed urgently, "Let's get out before they come to their senses."

Ginny and Harry slipped out of the room, quietly shutting the door as they went.

"Well that was unexpected." Hermione said, resting her hand on top of Ron's.

They stole shy glances at each other. They were acutely aware that they were completely naked, except for their respective blankets. Hermione inched closer to Ron so that her knee was touching his. He gulped anxiously, turning his hand over and lacing his fingers with hers. He clutched her hand tightly. She kept his gaze.

"Y'know," Ron slyly shoved their newly-returned clothes off the bed, "it's rather convenient that we're naked—"

Hermione bit her lip and asked, "Why is that?"

"—it's also rather convenient that we're in bed together already."

She nodded slowly, "It saves us the time. I mean, if this were another circumstance, it would take to travel from one place to another—"

"Not to mention, it saves us the energy of taking off each other's clothes—" He dropped the sheet that he had secured around his waist.

"—in fact, the only thing we would have to do is cast an Imperturbable charm on your room—" She lowered the blanket that was tucked around her.

"—which is already a private place. In addition to being secluded from my family and assorted party guests who are sleeping off their hangovers—" He pushed the blankets onto the floor.

"—although, just in case, we should cast a sound proof charm on the room, as well—" She straddled his lap, looping her arms around his neck.

"—and fortunately for me, you're not in the least bit drunk and are fantastic at charms." He placed his hands around her waist.

Ron grabbed Hermione's wand from his bedside table and handed it to her. She silently performed the appropriate charms. She put her wand back and leaned in to kiss him.

Ron pressed a finger to her lips to stop her, "Wait! What about the pregnancy prevention potion?"

Hermione replied wryly, "I already took it yesterday."

Her boyfriend laughed, "Then why are so surprised this is happening? If you were expecting it to, I mean."

She smirked, "I wasn't positive. But I had the slightest inclination that you couldn't resist my womanly wiles."

He feigned indignation, "I beg your pardon, Miss Granger!" He kissed from her shoulder to her neck.

She sighed contentedly, "You see, Mr. Weasley? My ingenious plan worked."

Hermione took Ron's face in her hands and kissed him slowly, thoroughly. Their lips and tongues moved in tandem. Ron caressed Hermione's back. She arched into him, resting her chin on his shoulder, reveling in the way their bare torsos felt against each other. She ran her hands up and down his muscular arms, which flexed beneath her touch.

Carefully, Ron lowered Hermione onto the bed. She parted her legs, allowing him to settle between them. He propped himself up on his elbows, so the rest of their bodies aligned. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming. She gripped his shoulders. He kissed her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. He massaged them, causing her to moan in appreciation. Her hands slid down his back and rested on his butt. She squeezed it, making him groan.

Hermione loved the feeling of Ron's solid weight on top of her. She dragged her nails down his back, smirking as his whole body shuddered. She wrapped her legs around his waist and quickly pulled him closer. Surprised, he fell flat, his face resting against the place where the slope of her neck and her shoulder met.

Ron turned so that he was facing Hermione. He brushed his lips against her cheek. He studied her, his blue eyes intently reading every fleeting expression and nuance that crossed her face. She pushed his ginger fringe out of his eyes, her brown eyes examining him as closely as he studied her. He tucked an errant brown curl behind her ear and raked his fingers through her hair. He traced her curves deliberately, as though trying to memorize them with his fingertips.

"I can't believe it's finally happening." Hermione whispered, afraid she would ruin the moment by speaking louder than that.

A smile stretched across Ron's lips as he pressed his mouth to her ear, "I can."

Hermione's brow furrowed. Ron ran his fingers over her worried brow, as if he wanted to smooth her doubts away with his touch. With his free hand, he laced his fingers with hers, kissing her hand.

Ron continued, his breath tickling her ear, "It's happening because it's been seven years in the making."

She gave him a skeptical look. "Seven years? You can't expect me to believe that, Ron. You didn't know I was a girl until three years ago."

He quirked an eyebrow, "Despite what you think, I always knew you were a girl. I just didn't realize I fancied you until fourth year."

She rolled her eyes, "Why didn't you tell me once you came to this realization? We could've been together since then!"

He pulled her on top of him so her cheek was pressed against his chest. "It was a lot to process for someone with the emotional range of a teaspoon."

She laughed, planting a kiss in the hollow of his collarbone. She commented, "Now, I'd say you have the emotional range of at least a tablespoon."

He chuckled, "I'm glad you think so highly of me."

Hermione looped her arms around his neck and said loftily, "I'd say that's a generous estimate, considering last year."

Ron scoffed, "As though I haven't more than made up for it since then." He rested his chin on top of her head, his lips brushing her temple. "And isn't it much more satisfying to be after everything we've been through?"

She huffed dramatically, "I suppose it is."

After smiling at each other, an air of understanding seemed to settle between the couple. Carefully, Ron took Hermione in his arms again and flipped her so that she was under him. He kissed her forehead softly as she spread her legs, allowing him to kneel between them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nodding at him, as though to give him permission to proceed.

She took his cock in her hands and guided him to her entrance. In an excruciatingly slow manner, he thrust into her. She winced. He opened his mouth, poised to apologize, but she shook her head.

"I'm fine, Ron. Promise!" Hermione assured him, with a falsely upbeat tone.

"I'm really sorry, Hermione." Ron kissed her tenderly. "I'll just, er, wait 'til you—um, get used to—y'know…"

They exchanged glances and laughed. A few moments passed, when she wrapped her arms around his waist and nodded up at him. He gripped the edge of the mattress and cautiously began to move. He moved deliberately, as she met each of his thrusts with her own. They found a steady rhythm, which increased the friction between their bodies. Their breathing and their heartbeats became synchronized. They were a tangle of arms and legs, aching, thrusting, and clutching at each other in order to get closer. It was impossible to tell where each of their bodies began and ended.

Hermione had closed her eyes, attempting to revel in the entire sensory experience. Ron bent down to kiss her, still keeping their rhythm. She gripped his arms, running her hands up and down them, as his muscles flexed every time he pushed into her. He massaged her breasts. Suddenly, he felt the walls of her sex beginning to contract around him.

"Open your eyes, love." He said through gritted teeth, as he tried to concentrate on making it last as long as possible.

Hermione's eyes flew open. Ron held her gaze. She sank her nails into his back, raking them down to his butt. She grabbed his butt, yanking him deeper into her, urging him to go faster. He groaned, complying. They increased the pace of their simultaneous thrusts. She started gasping, biting her lip. He moaned as he brought a hand between them. He found her clitoris and started rubbing it with two fingers, in tandem with the now frantic rhythm of their bodies colliding.

Hermione screamed his name in ecstasy. Upon hearing her, seeing the euphoric look on her face, and feeling her clench and come around him, Ron yelled her name. He came, panting hard. Both of them were breathing raggedly. They were covered in a sweaty sheen. He collapsed on top of her. They wrapped their arms around each other and laid there for awhile. He rolled off of her, still keeping his arms around her waist. Neither could speak. However, both had beatific smiles.

They turned toward each other and entwined their legs. Ron tucked an errant curl behind Hermione's ear. She took his face in her hands and kissed him sweetly. They kissed gently, since they just had exerted a lot of energy. Nevertheless, their hands began roaming again. He kissed her neck, nibbling her ear. She sighed, then surprised him by sliding on top of him.

"Whoa!" Ron jolted beneath her. "Love, you should give me a little bit of recovery time. As you know, it takes blokes longer than birds to—oh—"

She had straddled his legs, taking his cock between her hands. She massaged his balls with one hand while the other hand stroked the base of his cock up and down. He could no longer speak coherently. His head lolled back onto his pillow. He watched, practically powerless, as she lowered herself onto him. Both hissed from pleasure. He reveled in her wetness surrounding him and the view she gave him. She leaned over him, riding him slowly. He ran his hands up and down her back, causing her to shudder and arch closer to him. He met her downward thrusts with his own, while he massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard peaks. He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, as he kept massaging her other breast. She licked her lips and moaned.

Hermione began circling her hips, increasing the friction between them. They rocked against each other, their bodies clashing. The pressure between their legs was too much. They pounded into and against each other, until they finally shuddered, relishing in their release. Ron hugged Hermione to his chest, kissing her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth. She opened her mouth wider as she disengaged their lower bodies and lay beside him. After long kisses and a comfortable silence, they still held each other close. Hermione took her wand and reversed the Imperturbable charm, but left the door locked.

Out of the blue, music started playing loudly from outside Ron's bedroom door. The couple sat up, craning their necks to listen to the song.

Hermione recognized it immediately. She laughed, "It's 'A Little Less Conversation' by the late American singer Elvis."

Ron's face turned a violent shade of red. He jumped up from the bed, throwing boxers on. He almost tripped as he lunged toward the door and roared, "DAMN YOU, GINNY!"

Ron flung the door open. Ginny looked positively devious, since she was standing in front of the stereo that was blasting the song. She exchanged glances with her older brother, and bolted down the stairs.

Hermione rolled her eyes and waved her wand, silently casting an Accio charm. Ron flew through the door, which slammed behind him, and landed with a THUD on his bed. He opened his mouth, about to argue with his girlfriend, when she glared at him.

"Your sister's antics are not going to prevent me from getting my post-coital cuddle time." Hermione stated with a tone of finality as she turned onto her side.

Ron's head bobbed up and down in agreement and dutifully put his arms around her, melding his front to her back. In the span of several hours, he and Hermione had finally breached the only intimacy barrier that they had left. While he knew he had already become a whipped boyfriend, he didn't mind. Their future was as cheery as the afternoon sunlight pouring in through the shutters on his bedroom window. So long as Ginny stayed out of their affairs, that is.