Skinny Love: A Romione Love Story [CURRENTLY UNDERGOING REVISION]

Chapter Twenty-One

||RON||

THIS was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. Making out with your girlfriend two hours before your brother's wedding? Now that I think about it, it may be an hour before it starts. We have been in here for quite a while. But if I'm being completely honest, I really didn't care how long Hermione and I have been in here tongue wrestling. Especially, when those soft lips of hers travel down my jawline and all the way to my collarbone, nearly causing a husky moan to erupt from the back of my throat. Hermione better watch herself or we won't be attending this wedding at all.

I can just imagine the look on Fleur's face if we both arrived an hour late; face flushed, lips swollen and marks on our necks that reveal the crime we committed.

Between mum and Fleur, I'm almost guaranteed a smack from the two, especially from mum. But at this point, I'm willing to endure that consequence.

Kissing Hermione is always an treat. She always gets so eager when we do, even if we've only kissed a few times. Well, we have kissed a lot but we have only made out a few times. And each time it gets better and better. Hermione is surprisingly a good kisser, and I can't help but wonder how much she's practiced with Krum. As I recall, though, Ginny only mentioned them kissing once, maybe even twice. Then again, I can't even begin to complain because I received enough practice with Lavender to win a kissing contest. Well, so to speak.

"Ron?" Hermione, who is now straddling my waist, snaps me out of my thoughts. In the midst of our frenzy, we rolled over to where I was lying on my back.

I look up at her. "Yes?"

She smiles. "What're you thinking about? You kind of dazed off when I was kissing your neck."

I chuckle. "Just how amazing of a kisser you are."

This earns me a huge grin from her. "Well, I've had plenty of practice." She whispers in my ear, her hot breath tickling the lobe.

I, however, don't find this amusing and can't help when a ripple of jealous washes over me.

Hermione notices my silence and looks down at me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I look away, forcing myself not to frown.

"It's because I said I had plenty of practice, huh?" Hermione rolls her eyes. "I meant with you, stupid."

I avert my eyes back to her. "Yeah, I know, I just can't help but think that you also practiced with...Krum."

Hermione rolls her eyes again. "You had way more practice with Lavender than I ever did with Krum. We only kissed a couple of times."

A couple of times, she says. That sounds a whole lot more than two.

I grimace. "But you did kiss."

"You're being ridiculous."

"I know, I know! I just can't help it!"

Leaning down, Hermione plants a tender kiss on my temple. "Trust me, " She moves over and kisses my ear ever so gently. "You are a much better kisser than Viktor."

"Krum," I correct.

"Now isn't a good time to correct me, sweetie."