Honeymoon Woes [Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger] [One-Shot] (Patreon)

Synopsis: When Hermione and Ron finally went on their honeymoon vacation, things didn’t go as she had planned. This time, it was Ron’s turn to prove that he wasn’t the silly dumb student he was back in Hogwarts.

Creation of MsSquirtle 

Aided by MrPlotThickens

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In a hotel room somewhere in the Bahamas.

Hermione stomped into the room, wearing her thin, loose cover-up dress, concealing her two-piece swimsuit. Her oversized hat crumpled up in one hand while the other gripped her tote bag.

“Happy now?” She practically threw her bag on the bed.

Ron slowly closed the door, trying not to disturb anyone in the hotel. He was wearing short pants and a loudly patterned Hawaiian shirt George had gifted him, clearly as a joke.

“Of cour... Of course not, not! I’m not happy.” Ron stumbled on his words, following behind her. He didn’t know why Hermione was so angry at him right now. All he knew was that if he said he was happy, she wouldn't be. All he did was ask her to go back to the hotel room since she was talking to a few men he didn’t like.

Looking at how beautiful she looked in her loose cover-up and bikini, jealousy brewed in his mind.

“Why not!?” She bellowed. “All you want to do is eat and play around! You can do those things right here, Ron!”

“’Mione…”

“Don’t you ‘Mione me, Ron Weasley!” Hermione stomped her feet, seething red.

Ron came closer and held her hand. But Hermione shrugged his hand off.

“’Mione, you’ve been acting weird ever since we arrived here. It’s been three days. You know I’m not as smart as you, just tell me… What is it?” Ron looked at her with pleading eyes.

“What? You really don’t know?! This is supposed to be our honeymoon, Ron! It’s enough that you got drunk and forgot everything on our first night; but you… you!” Hermione turned around, not wanting to look at his annoying face.

“First day, you slept the whole day, leaving me watching the sunset on my own! The second day, you went to the buffet and talked to random people, complementing the muggle food you never had, while I went swimming alone! Today… today…” With so much anger in her, Hermione couldn’t finish her words.

“Well, you went talking to those men around the pool today…” Ron mumbled, starting to feel annoyed too.

“Agh! You're so annoying!” Hermione stomped her foot again, her face blushing crimson red. “I did that so you would at least pay a little attention to me! There I said it, happy now?”

“No!” Ron grabbed both her shoulders, “Why would I be happy about that?”

Hermione crossed her arms under her chest, “Well, you're obviously not happy with me.”

Ron suddenly enveloped her in his arms, pulling her into his broad chest. “’Mione, I'm happy. I’m so happy and love you so much that I married you. Isn't it obvious?"

"I wouldn't ask if it was obvious," Hermione answered.

Ron scratched his head, still not understanding women. “Then, how can I show it to you?”

“How should I know? You don’t really love me, do you.” Hermione pushed his arms away and mumbled.

Ron came closer again and set his chin on her shoulder. “Then let me show you the only way I know how.” He whispered into her ear.

Hermione’s ear started to blush, clearly understanding what he meant. She allowed him to push her, slowly guiding her to their bed. They both flung off their sandals as Hermione leaned back on the bed, her hair spread over the sheets.

Ron leaned over her and brushed her wavy hair aside, placing a few strands behind her ear. “You’re the most beautiful girl I know, smart and very willful,” He chuckled. “I didn’t even believe it when you accepted me. I’m not really anyone special. I even thought you would prefer Ha…”

“Oh, shut up and kiss me!” Hermione pulled on his collar, planting a kiss on his lips; slow and sensual, hoping she was sending a clear message.

With that, the mouths started to open, tongues twisted and intertwined with each other.

Ron could feel a hint of a smile on her lips and finally got the message that this was what she wanted.

He quickly leaned back and pulled off his shirt a little awkwardly. As his red hair puffed up a bit, Hermione chuckled but also pulled off her cover-up. Now, wearing only her tied-up white bikini, Ron could see every curve of her body, teasing him to no end.

“Oh Merlin… You really are a sight to see.”

“Even more than that lobster you had?” Hermione smirked playfully.

Ron chuckled and came closer, their noses almost touching, “More than anything.”

Ron reached around her back, placed a hand on her waist and pulled her in closer. She placed a hand on the side of his thigh and squeezed as he pressed his groin into her belly, his bulging erection obvious.

Hermione could see the flames of passion in his eyes, and the same she felt all over her body.

Ron leaned down, his bare skin feeling hot against hers, and kissed her deeply. Hermione's hands rubbed up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his skin, aroused by its warmth.

Ron's hands trailed behind her, slowly removing the top of her bikini and pulling it off without a problem. His hand kept moving and found one of her most sensitive spots. He fondled and kneaded her beautifully formed breast while they continued to kiss.

Hermione’s hands weren’t idle either, as they brushed down his abdomen and caught his pants. She unbuttoned it and gently pulled it down, exposing the evidence of his arousal. Using her dainty feet, she pushed his pants off his legs completely.

Ron then moved a hand, gently caressing her alabaster belly and pulling the strings on her bikini bottoms, taking it off and reaching between her legs. He could see her red face, feel the shudder under his body, and her gently widening legs.

He then slid a finger gently inside of her. He wasn't planning on just plunging in. He wanted her to feel how much he wanted her. As his fingers slowly moved in and out, his other hand kept massaging her pink-tipped, smooth hills, sensing they were starting to harden.

He could feel the moistness between her legs starting to soak his finger and her body heating up. He added another finger, stretching her soft petals wider, allowing her juices to drip out a little.

Hermione sometimes trembled, sometimes jolted a tiny bit, feeling the pleasure he was giving her. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, breathing heavily into their kiss, occasionally even moaning.

Ron suddenly used his thumb, brushing it against her nub of love. Hermione’s body stiffened up a bit, then relaxed, allowing him to explore every inch of her honey pot.

"Is that good?" Ron pulled away from their kiss.

“Ummhh… yes…” Hermione answered with her eyes closed. Her lips a bit open, as if she was enjoying it thoroughly.

Ron couldn’t take it anymore; the way she looked whetted his appetite, and his little buddy was begging for more. He wanted to show her how much he craved for her.

To Hermione’s disappointment, Ron’s fingers pulled out from her twitching slit, tugging a long thin thread of her sticky fluids. Exposed to the cold air, she felt her warm, damp entrance pulsing in yearning. But in the next second, Ron guided his swollen knob right towards her welcoming, drenched sheath.

Her body trembled in delight as she felt him gently push in, spreading her petals apart. “Ah!”

"Merlin… You feel so good." Ron whispered a moan, calming her down from the burst of surprise.

Hermione smiled a little, feeling that Ron finally knew what was ‘good’.

Ron pushed his straining shaft in, slowly and gently, afraid that he might hurt her. Inch by inch, his rod stretched her inner walls, feeling every bump and groove. He struggled to push apart her clenching, wet walls. He breathed heavily, tasting every touch that inched him closer to heaven.

As he pierced her deeply, his hand held on to her waist as the other clenched her breast.

Hermione’s body arched back, her head practically deeply denting the pillow, and both her hands struggled to grip Ron’s back, “Ahhh... Ron! Oh! Your… so … big….”

“All for you, dear,” he smiled, feeling all her welcoming juices coat his shaft.

Being stretched felt good to her, but it didn't fully satisfy her aching need. Hermione started to move her hips, wiggling and craving; she couldn't lie still. Ron felt her move against him and knew she wanted it.

Ron laid down on top of her and began to thrust in and out while Hermione brought her knees up to accommodate him. He delved deeper into her with each push, grunting as he struck her deepest walls.

She clenched and shuddered, crying out each moan in bliss. “Ah! Ahh! Ohhh!”

Listening to her lustful cries, Ron was even more tempted to move fast and frantic. He suddenly pulled her up by the waist and shifted her body to impale on his straining manhood while he sat on the bed.

“Oh, Ron!” Hermione yelped as she felt the sudden surge of his member going in deeper because of her body weight.

Ron kissed her again with both his hands on her waist, guiding her to jolt her body up and down while he thrust into her with each shove.

Hermione held on to his neck, pushing her hips up, down, and around, riding his joystick. Her ass swayed and jiggled, allowing Ron’s cock to churn her every way, pleasure from all directions. Her hair bounces messily, some even covering Ron’s face.

“Ahh! Ahh, baby!” She yelped in bliss.

Ron’s tongue trailed down her neck, latching onto her bare breasts, bouncing like cream. He licked her pink nipple and teasingly bit them a little hard.

“Ahhh! Ron! Nooo~~~”

Hermione could feel her body tense up as though she were moving in whipped cream. But she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop. With all her sensitive spots being struck and played with, it all felt good. Her hips move involuntarily, seeking pleasure at the edge of release.

Ron thrust upwards, going deeper and deeper, searching for that nudge of fulfilment.

“Ahhh!!” She convulsed around him, gripping his rock-hard rod and milking vigorously. Her hands struggled to grasp his back once again, leaving nail marks and plunging his face deep within her honey-sweet valley.

“Ghhh…” Ron could feel her tight clench around his molten member, forcing him off the edge.

With an explosion of ecstasy, he came flooding inside with a soul-shattering release. A second later, Ron thrust in hard, allowing his pulsing bursts to spill deep, feeling like his knees were emptied out through his shaft.

Sweet lava of love flowed, dripping out of her and staining his thighs and sheets. Ron didn’t mind, knowing this was part of his proof.

“Hahh… haaahh…” Ron gulped, coating his dry throat with saliva. “I love you ‘Mione… All of you.”

With no response from Hermione, he noticed she was resting on his shoulder, and her arms were relaxed around him. She was out of breath but very satisfied, evident from her sweet smile. Her blushing face was simply beautiful, something he now realised belonged to him.

He gently laid her back on the bed and brushed off a few strands of her messy, sweaty hair from her face. He took a swim towel, cleaned her and himself up a bit, and pulled a blanket over her.

“It should be obvious now…” He chuckled and rolled over to lay behind her. He hugged her from behind and soon felt his shaft stiffening again, only to find warmth between her silky thighs beside her love hole.

But instead of tormenting her, he closed his eyes to rest, thinking deeply.

I wish I remembered what we did on our wedding night…