"Ron," Hermione said with a soft voice.
"Yes Hermione?"
"This is our last day at Hogwarts."
Ron and Hermione looked at each other with yearning eyes,
not speaking.
"You're going to work for your father in the Ministry of
Magic, and I'm going to France to be a teacher in
Beauxbatons. We might not see each other for years."
A tear dropped from Hermione's eyes, and Ron quickly wiped
it away with a gentle hand.
Hermione looked at Ron and blushed. Even now, the sight of
her lover made he heart jump and body tingle.
"Hermione, I..." Ron began to speak, but Hermione silenced
him, placing her finger on his lips.
"Shhhh. I don't want to talk anymore, Ron. We've talked too
much. I want you Ron. I've wanted you ever since that day on
the train, when we first met. Even then, I knew this day
would come."
With this, Hermione took Ron's hand, and ran it across her
beaming breasts.
Ron took his other hand, and with it drew Hermione nearer.
"I love you Hermione." He said and kissed her, his mouth
pleasuring hers, his lips biting her lightly.
As they kissed, Hermione slowly took off her gown.
"Are you sure about this, Hermione?"
"Ron, I've never been more sure of anything my entire
life."
Ron slowly moved his arms away from Hermione's body, and
began to remove his clothing. Hermione had done the same,
and as they were both standing bear naked in front of the
bed, they looked at each other with the same innocent eyes
they used when they saw each other for the first time.
"Go on," Hermione said, pointing shyly towards her tender
womb. "I'm not going to stop you."
Ron looked at Hermione's naked body. This was the body of
his one, true love. This was the most beautiful thing his
eyes ever laid upon. This was the most beautiful gift she
could give him. He had never been happier in his life.
He embraced Hermione, and both their bodies fell on the bed,
Ron on top of Hermione. He caressed her bosoms, as he slowly
let his erected knight enter her fiery pit.
He began to move, patiently waiting and watching the
expression on his lover's face, to see if to continue or
wait.
It was better than he had ever dreamed it to be. The
sensation of the act itself was immense, but knowing that
when he opened his eyes he could see the one true face he
had always wanted to see... that meant everything.
Feeling her sensation was nearing its peak, Hermione clasped
Ron's body and gave out a sweet cry of joy.
Ron's entrenched soldier had just then reached his own
culmination point, and yet, even after unsheathing his love
unto Hermione, he still wanted to stay like that, lying on
top of his true love's body.
They stayed there, as if one person and not two, for a time
longer then both of them could count.
And even though they slowly began to ponder upon the
possible repercussions of what they had just done, one thing
stayed certain:
They would never regret that night.

The End.

Yoav Tirosh.

1.8.2001