#romionesmut

Rating: NSFW

Hermione woke up to a pair of strong hands rubbing her shoulders and hot wet lips leaving open mouthed kisses down her spine.

She had fallen asleep in nothing but her underwear after taking a shower. Ron had been away on a mission with his auror team for almost a week.

It was hard when he was away for so long, but she used the time to get as much work done as she could. Tonight she had used their bed as a makeshift desk. She had rolled over on her stomach, papers on the bed, writing an outline for a new law she wanted to float by her superiors at work.

She must’ve fallen asleep like this because her papers had been sloppily picked up and stacked on her bedside table. Clearly Ron’s doing because she always organized her work into neat little piles.

She felt Ron sliding her one piece of clothing down her bottom as he continued to kiss her back.

He let out a deep groan. “I’ve missed you so much, he said as he gently sank his teeth into her exposed bottom.

With one large, callused hand kneading her ass and the other rubbing the back of her thigh dangerously close to her center, Ron was overwhelming her senses.

“I’ve missed you too,” she replied, gasping in pleasure.

“I was talking to your arse,” Ron said. “We’re having a moment. Leave us alone.”

Hermione giggled into her pillow. Who was she to come between true love?

She just lay there content to let him do what he wanted to her. He continued to lick, knead, and bite her ass for a long time. Whenever Ron came back from a mission, he always took his time making love to her. If she ever tried to speed it up, he would slow his ministrations down even more until she was driven mad with desire.

She had learned to let him take control of these after-mission sessions. He missed her, and this was his way of reconnecting with her. Although it was hard to do at the moment because he was making her heart race.

His big hands gripped her hips and pulled them up in the air. She felt his warm finger stroke her center and they moaned in unison.

“Fuck, Hermione! You’re soaking wet!” He said in a raspy voice.

To her delight he replaced his finger with his mouth making her cry out in pleasure.

Hermione was whimpering uncontrollably into her pillow grasping the sheets around her trying to hold on to a thread of sanity. But it was no use. She was getting lost in the feel of his mouth between her legs.

His goal seemed to be to lick up every amount of wetness her body supplied as he eagerly sucked and tasted every nook and cranny he could find. He stuck his thumb in her asshole and her body gave up all control to Ron. The ecstasy pulsed through her in wave, after wave, after wave, Ron not giving up until he got everything he wanted from her.

She collapsed boneless onto the bed, but she knew Ron wasn’t done with her. Not even close.

He rolled her over and slid up her body, his hard muscular chest rubbing against her soft breasts.

He gave her a gorgeous half grin. “Hey beautiful,” he said playing with the curls that framed her face. His eyes were darting all over her features as if he wanted to make sure he had remembered every detail of her correctly.

“Hey yourself,” she said stroking his freckled cheek.

Ron pinned her to the bed and kissed her passionately. Hermione loved this, being surrounded Ron. She pulled him closer, wrapping her legs and arms around him, threading her hands through his hair.

She felt his hardness poking her leg almost painfully. She understood. It had been a long week. Reaching her hand between there body, she gripped his member and started stroking.

There had been a rumor at Hogwarts that all the Weasley men were well endowed. She remembered Angelina Johnson alluding to this vaguely at a Gryffindor party Hermione’s fifth year, probably assuming that not many people could hear her. But Hermione had. And much to Ginny’s disgust, she had unfortunately heard too.

However, Hermione had never put much stock in rumors at Hogwarts. There had also been one going around that Seamus had fallen for a troll.

But this particular rumor turned out to be true. Ron was more than the average size according to her reading. She was baffled sometimes that he was so insecure during their time at Hogwarts.

But she guessed it couldn’t have been easy to have five older brothers and Harry Potter as your best friend. She only had Harry Potter as a best friend, not all the extra siblings and that was tough enough. When they were in school, it was hard not compare yourself with him and all his seemingly easy success, which Harry swore up and down was not his doing, but sheer luck. She found herself getting irrationally jealous of him too at times, although she would never admit this out loud.

But Ron’s confidence had seemed to soar after they had finally started dating. She was glad because he needed to know how incredibly attractive he was. And she loved that she was the woman who got to make him feel this way.

Ron grabbed her hand to still her movements.“If you keep that up, Mione, I’m not gonna last long.”

“Ron, I want you. Please!” She begged. She didn’t care how she sounded. She missed him.

Ron let out a low groan, and decided to oblige her. This teasing had gone on long enough.

He kissed her again. It was deep and sensual, and she was consumed by the taste of him, the smell of his sweat mixed with a scent that was so uniquely Ron. His warm, hard body was pressed into her, surrounding her.

She felt him slide his cock in, and she sucked in a sharp breath. He froze letting her adjust to the intrusion. After a minute or two, he started to move inside her, rocking back and forth, pushing farther with each thrust.

Then his lips were everywhere, kissing her shoulders, her neck, and finally back to her lips where he consumed all of her whimpers and moans, fueling his own desire and egging him on to the finish line.

She felt the pleasure building at the site of friction between them. Hermione looked down at their bodies to watch him pump into her. His ab muscles were contracted with the amount of force he was using to take her.

“Look at me,” Ron demanded, and Hermione looked into those piercing blue eyes.

“Tell me what I want,” he told her. Hermione thought one good teasing deserved another.

“I’m yours, Ron Weasley.” Ron grunted, and pushed into her harder. She knew he liked hearing that, but it’s not what he wanted. His hand went between them to circle her clit.

“Ron!” She screamed.

“Tell me,” he ordered her again.

“You feel so good,” she got out with difficulty. Still not what he wanted. He rubbed harder, until she started shaking violently as she came for a second time, but Ron didn’t let up.

“Ron,” she whimpered.

“Tell me Hermione!” He demanded

“I love you,” she finally said, coming back down, and Ron let out a loud groan as he braced himself on his elbows, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic, until he fell on top of her, sated and panting hard.

“I love you too,” he breathed somewhere near her ear.

Ron rolled over onto his back taking her with him, so that her head was snuggled into his chest.

He summoned the blanket and tucked it around her, holding her close.

“Fuck I missed you,” he said kissing her hair.

“I missed you too. I hate when you’re gone so long.”

Mine

Hermione handed Harry his coat as he walked toward the tent flap. The sun was setting and he was taking the first watch of the night.

“Here, take this. It’s getting cold out.”

“Cheers,” he mumbled not looking her in the eye.

Ron had been in a foul mood all day from wearing the necklace, and she sensed Harry needed some distance from him right now.

As soon as Harry was gone, she saw a flash of blue emit from Ron’s wand as he cast a silencing charm around them. Immediately he turned his vitriol on her, pursuing her with a barely contained rage.

“Aww how sweet,” he bit out sarcastically. “Always taking care of the Golden Boy, aren’t you, Hermione? I wonder how else you take of him.”

She felt her heart drop into her stomach, and her eyes burned with unshed tears. She searched his expression for understanding, but there was nothing there she recognized.

“Ron, that’s not true!” Hermione argued desperately as he kept advancing toward her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

Ron had never intimidated her before, but his towering height, clenched fists, and unhidden fury had her keeping a wary distance.

His eyes were no longer their normal lively ocean blue. They had taken on an icy, cold appearance, and Hermione knew this wasn’t Ron. This twisted version of him hunting her with a jealous rage was the doing of that cursed necklace shining an emerald green against Ron’s pale skin.

“Ron, the necklace- she tried, but Ron’s large hand shot out and wrapped around her throat.

Hermione gasped in surprise as he used his grip to pull her to him. He was so tall, she had to strain her neck just to look up at his face.

“Shut up,” he commanded in a deadly whisper. He leaned in closer, gritting his teeth, his lips curled into a snarl. He was so close, she could feel his breath on her cheeks.

“You think Harry is so much better than me, don’t you?”

“Ron-“ Hermione tried again, but Ron gave a quick, sharp squeeze around her throat cutting off her words instantly. A warning, she knew.

He used his large body to force her backwards, never taking his angry eyes off of hers. He didn’t stop until her ass hit the edge of a table.

“I’m done playing second best to Harry fucking Potter, Hermione. I’m tired of him taking from me what should be mine.”

Before she could argue, Ron pulled her to him by her throat and kissed her.

There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was punishing and aggressive. His lips pushed against hers forcefully, bruising her own as his hand stayed possessively wrapped around her neck. He bit her lower lip demanding entry, and when she yelped in surprise he forced his tongue into her mouth.

Hermione whimpered in response, and Ron wrapped his large arm around her back to pull her body flush to his.

She was on fire, the heat leaving his kiss, burning down her throat, and pooling in her belly. All reasoning left her brain as her lust took over.

And then she heard it: the faint, high-pitched voice taunting Ron cruelly.

“She’s not yours. You are too stupid for her. Too weak. Too poor.”

Hermione froze and Ron pulled back slowly, his eyes filled with fear. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she heard the voice of Tom Riddle rising from the necklace a second time.

“You fool. She will only lie to you. She pities you above all.”

Hermione felt a fury filling her to the brink as she watched a faint green glow rim the beautiful blue of Ron’s eyes. Voldemort had taken so much from her. He wouldn’t take Ron too.

She pushed a dazed Ron back a step and her hand fell to her jeans zipper. In seconds she had pulled them off her body as Ron watched in stoic silence. Hermione pushed onto the table and pulled Ron between her legs.

“Ron, look at me,” she ordered him and those green-haloed eyes snapped from her lower body to her face.

“I want you, Ron. I want you. Don’t listen to him,” she pleaded.

Ron came out of his trance and his focus was back. His large hands grabbed her naked thighs and yanked her to her feet. She gasped as he spun her to face the table and pushed on her back until she was bent forward. She heard a thunk hit the floor behind her.

SMACK!

Ron’s hand came down hard on her ass cheek, and Hermione yelped in shock. It was quickly replaced by a moan as she felt Ron’s hot wet mouth soothing the skin he had just slapped. She heard, rather than saw, Ron rise from his knees to his feet again.

“You’re lying to me,” he told her with certainty in his tone.

“No, Ron-

SMACK!

His hand slapped her other ass cheek and she groaned loudly. The same palm that offended her, rubbed away the pain.

She felt his large body lean over hers as his mouth came to rest by her ear.

“I’ll punish you all night if I have to. I’ll make you tell the truth, and then I’ll punish you again,” he told her before his teeth gently grabbed her ear lobe and tugged.

A shiver ran down her spine, and he palmed her bottom roughly with both hands, kneading her round flesh.

Ron’s finger snaked under her knickers and with a force that made her squeak in surprise, he ripped the fabric apart, tossing it across the tent. Then she felt his finger slide against her slit, and her thoughts ceased altogether.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re so wet.”

“Ron, I want you,” she begged.

Ron pushed her head down until her cheek touched the table. His finger entered her center from behind, and she flinched in pain.

He froze and slowly pulled his finger out.

“You’re a virgin,” he stated.

“Yes,” Hermione confirmed.

“But, Krum…”

“Never touched me,” she confessed.

Ron was silent.

“Why?” He finally asked. “I know you wanted him. You let him stick his tongue down your throat.”

His tone was accusatory, and Hermione huffed in irritation. She tried to push herself up from the table, but Ron kept her head pinned in place, her body bent over.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“I didn’t want him. I wanted you, you idiot!”

More silence.

“And Harry?”

“Ron let me go!” Hermione’s arms flailed backward in her attempt to get free. Anger was quickly replacing her desire.

Ron released her and pulled her around to face him. His fury was still there too, now with a grim resignation.

“Then it was Harry you wanted all along?”

“Ron, you arse! I don’t fancy Harry! I’ve never fancied Harry! He’s like a sibling! How could you even think that?”

Ron studied her face intently.

“I don’t believe you,” he concluded.

Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed him hard.

“Ugh! You thick headed prat! I’m done talking to you!”

Hermione got two good stomps away before Ron’s strong arm darted out and grabbed her biceps, pulling her back in front of him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Away from you!”

“The hell you are.”

And Ron’s mouth was back on hers, his hand tangled in her hair as he claimed her mouth a second time.

But this kiss was different than the first. There was a softness now when his lips slid over hers, but no less possessive. She heard his low growl as his tongue entered her mouth and caressed her own.

Her anger ebbed out of her body as he continued their heated kiss. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pushed her breasts into him.

Suddenly Ron broke the kiss, spun her around and pulled her back flush against his front, her naked ass rubbing against his very obvious erection still straining against his jeans.

She felt his hot breath next to her ear again.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded.

He was bear hugging her body to his, one hand wrapped around her front to grab her breast, the other slung low to grab her hip.

“Ron, I’m yours. I’ve been yours for years,” she confessed, and then he was walking her forward, his body propelling hers toward his bunk bed.

Her hands flew out to catch her head from hitting the metal frame as he pushed his body into hers and pinned her in place.

His hand was between her legs again stroking her wet folds, and a loud groan escaped her mouth.

“Nobody’s touched you here.”

Ron didn’t state it as a question, but Hermione knew it was.

“Only you,” she assured him.

She heard his sharp inhale of surprise right next to her ear.

“Fuck,” he said.

Hermione whimpered.

“Ron touch me more. Please.”

Ron groaned and gave her what she wanted, rubbing her center in rhythmic circles and kissing her neck all over with hot sloppy kisses.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he was pleading with her this time.

“Ron, I’m yours. Only you do this to me,” she said, bracing herself against the bunk bed.

His teeth pulled on her ear lobe again as he kept a steady pace.

“Only I do this to you,” he repeated her words, sounding awed by them.

“Oh, Ron,” she cried, as she felt a delicious pressure building. “You feel so good.”

“I’ll kill anybody who tries to touch you like this,” he responded.

Hermione let out a low moan as she threw her head back onto his shoulder.

“Show me, Hermione. Show me how good I touch you.”

And his words broke her. She gave him what he wanted, coming undone in his arms. He held her weight up as her legs shook violently from the strength of her orgasm.

When she went limp, he turned her to face him, his eyes searching hers. She noticed the poison green light that had surrounded his beautiful blue pupils was gone now. He was starting to look like her Ron again.

He was studying her intently, and she wished she knew what he was thinking.

“Hermione-

“Ron, I love you.”

Ron inhaled sharply and his eyes widened in disbelief.

“What?”

“I love you, Ron.”

The necklace resting on Ron’s chest emitted a quick green flash before shaking.

Ron looked down to stare at it and then his gaze was back on her.

“You love me?” He said sounding confused.

“Ron, please. Make me yours,” she begged running her hands up his arms.

The necklace jumped off his chest before landing again.

“You fool! She used you! She doesn’t love you!” Riddle’s voice taunted again, but this time he sounded furious.

Hermione knew he was losing his power. Ron was starting to believe her and ignore Riddle.

“I want you, Ron. I love you,” she encouraged him again.

Hermione started tugging Ron’s tucked shirt from his jeans desperately trying to reach his skin.

He helped her, pulling his shirt the rest of the way and over his head.

Her lips were immediately on his chest kissing every inch of him.

Ron let out a low groan before grabbing her shoulders and stopping her.

He looked down into her brown eyes, searching for her understanding.

“Hermione, you don’t want this. It’ll hurt,” he told her simply, and Hermione fought the urge to scream in frustration.

“I don’t care,” she said fiercely. “Am I yours or not?”

Something else flashed in Ron’s eyes, but this time she knew it belonged to him.

He bent down and kissed her with a frenzied, desperate intensity, one large hand tangling in her hair, the other grabbing her still naked ass cheek.

“You’re mine, damn it,” he said breaking the kiss and pushing her back on his bunk.

He quickly released his belt and unzipped his pants allowing his manhood to finally spring free.

Both large hands grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed before hooking under her thighs and spreading her open.

He looked up at her face, searching, and she gave him a nod.

Without anymore warning he thrust into her hard, taking her virginity for himself. Hermione cried out in surprise and pain.

“Shit!” He cursed, freezing his movements immediately.

Hermione took a steadying breath, willing her body to relax. She rubbed Ron’s forearm encouragingly.

“Ron, move,” she told him gently.

He shook his head looking panicked.

“Hermione, I hurt you-oh fuck!”

If Ron wouldn’t move, then she would. She had angled her hips down then thrust back up, stopping Ron’s words dead in his throat.

“Ron, fuck me. Please,” she begged again, and Ron lost it.

He grabbed her hips and started thrusting.

“Fuck, Hermione, you can’t say things like that to me,” he panted out, forcing himself in deeper, claiming her for his own.

“More,” she whimpered.

He leaned down and kissed her before pulling back and slamming into her harder.

He groaned loudly as he watched his body slam into hers. His thumb came to rub her clit, his thrusts becoming faster.

“Fuck, you’re mine,” he said. He sounded like he couldn’t believe it.

“Mine. Not Harry’s. Mine,” he repeated, watching her with those haunted blue eyes.

“Ron,” she begged, but for what she wasn’t sure.

He thrust harder, squeezing her thighs with need.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I’m yours. Ron, I’m yours,” she panted.

“And only mine.”

“Yes! Only yours,” she whimpered.

“Fuck!”

Ron pulled out of her and came on her belly with a mighty groan.

Hermione had never seen anything so erotic in her entire life.

He stared at her as he panted, sated and relaxed.

She gave him a shy smile as she attempted to close her thighs.

But Ron’s hands were on her knees, opening her back up to him. His eyes left her face to gaze between her legs.

“Don’t,” he said. “Not yet. I want to look at you.”

She blushed furiously as he studied her body reverently.

Then a thought popped into her head and she felt herself fill with anxiety.

“Ron, what about Harry?” Hermione asked suddenly perplexed.

Ron shrugged his shoulders before running his fingers gently against her center again. She gave a low whimper in response.

“I don’t give a fuck. Tell him. Don’t tell him. Whatever you want I’ll go along with, but this? This doesn’t change between us. You’re mine now, Hermione. You belong to me. I’m not gonna stop touching you unless you make me. Got it?”

“Yes,” she panted out, her eyes closing as she got lost in the pleasure.

Ron worked her body again, this time drinking in every expression, every sound that she made. She was his now, and he no longer questioned it.

He watched her lose herself again, whispering encouragements to her the whole time. And when she had come back down he gathered her into his arms, keeping his word that he wouldn’t let her go. She would have to be the one to make him let go.

And so she did. After hours of being wrapped up in his arms, lost in the bliss they had created for themselves, she reluctantly untangled herself from him. She told him they would have to keep this secret.

Ron’s jaw clenched and he looked away from her as he gave her a stiff nod. He was disappointed she knew, but he also understood. Now was not the time to tell Harry.

So this is the follow up to the gift I made for @idearlylovealaugh for @romionesecretsanta

Chapter One hinted at the activities that take place in Chapter Two!

Special shout outs to @callieskye @azaleablueme @terrierandotter and @coyotelaughingsoftly for some advice on this chapter!

You can find the rest under the cut or on ff.net here :)

Ron wasted no time preparing for his wife’s return. The non-verbal spells that he cast were as well known to him as any defensive spell that he had ever learned while he was an Auror. As a result of years of practice, the room was perfectly lit and silenced in a matter of moments. He decided that he did have a little time before Hermione returned, knowing that she always read a story with Rose when she tucked her in.

I ‘ve got time for a quick shower. Hermione always says that I am extra shagable when I’ve just got out, and if she comes back before I’m done, she can just join me. Reckon I win either way.

As he stood under the stream of hot water, she always said he liked his showers hotter than a cauldron full of fiendfyre, he began to think of all the “magic” his beautiful wife might have in store for him tonight. Would she find him in the shower? If so, she would certainly join him, but then what? His cock began to stiffen at the thought of her on her knees in front of him, her mouth hotter than the water.

He washed his hair as his fantasy wonderings continued. He would eventually have no choice but to pull her up and turn her around; as fantastic as it felt when she sucked him, nothing could ever compare to the feeling of being inside her. Yes, he would turn her around, and she would put her foot up on the little tile shelf that they had installed so that she could shave her legs more easily (at least that was the explanation they shared in polite company). He had been delighted to find out that it was the perfect height to….

Woah, you better calm down Weasley! Don’t want to waste this on a shower wank!

He lowered the temperature of the shower just enough to calm his hard on, and rinsed away the last of the soap.  Stepping out of the tub, he quickly dried before wrapping the towel around him, securing it low on his hips.

When he stepped into the bedroom he was just in time to catch a glimpse of his wife’s bare back and arse before they were covered in silky black fabric as she shimmied into an arousing slip of a nightgown.  He stopped in his tracks and leaned against the frame of the bathroom door, admiring the view.

“As dead sexy as that garment is luv, I’m afraid I’d rather come in to find it moving in the other direction.”

She turned to face him, her curls free and her eyes sparkling; the look that she only every gave to him. It was the perfect mix of love and challenge and a dash of lust for good measure.

“You’ve seen me starkers a million times by now, I thought you might enjoy a special presentation; you know, like when we put the Chinese takeaway on the good dishes.”

“I appreciate the effort, but I was always a “eat straight out of the carton” kind of bloke.”

“True enough. I just hope you have saved you appetite; I’d hate to have to eat all alone.”

Ron stepped closer to her and she looked up at him with a feigned pout. By Merlin, he loved this. The verbal sparring, matching wits with her, was such a turn on, even after all these years. It had shocked him a little when he first realized that all of those adolescent bickers had been their first form of foreplay. He was very thankful that his 12-year-old self hadn’t figured that out. It could have made for even more awkward moments. Robes can only hide so much!

“Now that would be a bloody shame, even if I would enjoy that show tremendously.”

“I think I can figure out something you will enjoy even more. I have to say that I appreciate your choice of wardrobe.”

“Took me ages to pick just the right towel, it did.”

“Although, it is a bit of an unfair advantage. You know that I cannot control myself when you’re like this.”

He feigned innocence. “Are you suggesting that I would not fight fair? I simply needed a shower; you happened to catch me before I had a chance to put on my pajamas.”

“Tsk! Tsk! We both know that you haven’t slept in pajamas since we got our first flat together.”

“That’s only because you kept ripping them in your haste to have your wicked way with me.”

“I will admit, I do have quite the history of passionate outbursts where you’re involved.”

She stepped even closer to him, bringing the tips of her fingers into contact with his chest. He involuntarily sucked in a breath as she began to cover him in feather-light caresses. The fine ginger hair on his chest and arms stood up, and he marveled again at how the smallest touch from her still drove him mental.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to be more gentle with you from now on.”

“Hmmm…I am quite fond of your passionate outbursts, as long as I’m the one that inspires them.”

“You’re the only one who ever has, why would it change now? Especially since all these years of practice have made us exceptionally good at it, don’t you think?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

Her caresses continued lower until her fingers slipped below his towel, freeing it from his hips. Ron reached for her then, drawing her mouth to his before the cloth hit the floor. Their kiss was slow, but powerful. They both grunted in delight as his hands slid down the black silk fabric, gripping her bum and pulling her flush to his bare skin. The sensation of his hardening cock sliding along the material was exquisite. Her mouth left his and continued down his jaw.

“Gods! That feels incredible!”

“I’ve barely even started, love.”

That comment made him growl, and he almost pulled her into another kiss, but she had already made her intentions clear. She was placing a slow trail of open-mouthed kisses down his chest and stomach. By the time she had settled on her knees, he was fully erect and aching for her touch. His hands reached lovingly for her hair. She began to lightly run her fingernails over the backs of his thighs and continued the trail of kisses down over his hips.

“Yessss.”

“More?”

He looked down to find her staring up at him. He nodded at her, knowing that answer would in no way be sufficient. Knowing that she would push him farther to get what she wanted, what they both wanted.

“You can do better than that; what do you want Ron?”

He moaned loudly as she leaned in and licked the tip of his cock.

“I’m not sure what the means. I need you to be more clear, dear.”

This was one of her favorite games. She loved to hear him tell her exactly what he wanted. It was a kink they shared. He was pretty sure it could be traced back to all of those years of being unable to express their feelings to one another aloud. She wanted clear? Clear, he could be.

“I want you to use your amazingly wicked mouth on me. I want you to suck my cock…suck me until I beg you to stop.”

“Beg?”

“Beg.”

“I like the sound of that, and I love the taste of this.”

Hermione swallowed his shaft quickly, greedily, so that Ron swayed slightly on his heels. He adjusted his stance to aid his stability, and brought his hands into her curls. This action, one of her favorites, elicited a moan from her throat.

“Oh, fuck! That feels fucking amazing…just like that…you look so hot doing that…I could watch you like this all fucking day, love.”

He watched her, mesmerized by how sexy she looked as he slid slowly in and out of her mouth. She always looked like she was enjoying it as much as he was. It had taken him a while to get used to that. His brothers, and in fact most of the blokes he knew, claimed that women didn’t really like giving men “special attention”; yet another reason he was the luckiest wizard in the whole effing world. He never shared details about their rather adventurous love life, but their exploits were legendary; there was not a single Weasley who would come looking for them if they went missing at a gathering anymore, and poor Harry had interrupted them so many times that it had stopped being embarrassing long before they were even married. She moaned even louder, and he could see that she was rubbing her thighs together. It really did make her hot. Of course, he felt the same way about her. Giving her pleasure was always what turned him on the most.  Just the thought of touching her, tasting her, making her cry out his name made him spare with lust.

“Mione…bloody…hell…I swear to Merlin…I have to touch you…now!!”

She did not relent in the slightest; in fact, she increased her speed and suction.

“Please, Mione…I need…to feel you…please, I’m begging you, for the love of Merlin!”

Hermione sat back on her haunches before standing up and taking him by the hand. She led him to their bed where she motioned for him to lie down.

“You want to touch me?”

“Gods, yes!”

“I’m not done with you yet, but I think that can be arranged,” she purred as she crawled onto the bed perpendicular to her very naked and very aroused husband.

Ron’s eyes rolled back into his head as she once again ran her tongue from his bullocks to his cockhead. This was even better, he could quit concentrating on staying upright and touch her in the bargain. He ran his right hand over her calf, up the back of her thigh, and under her short negligee. Hermione instinctively arched her back and spread her knees; he grinned as he thought about how well they could read each other’s signals. He adjusted his hand under her until his fingers made contact with her core.

“Fuck! You’re so wet…you need me to touch you too, don’t you?”

She moaned her affirmation around his cock, and he circled her clit with the tips of his fingers.

“What dear? I’m afraid that wasn’t very clear.”

She released him with a soft pop and looked at him challengingly, panting her reply.

“I need you to…fuck me… with your fantastic fingers…until I can no longer… properly…suck you off.”

And with that, he filled her with two fingers, pumping them slowly in and out of her heat. She was taking him into her mouth even deeper now and had begun to run her fingernails lightly up and down his legs as far as she could reach.  He relaxed back into the pillows, closing his eyes, savoring the feel of her mouth and the incredible warmth of her as he pleasured her. They were both moaning now, the vibrations of hers threatening to overwhelm his resolve. The size of his hands enabled him to position the pad of his thump against her clit while his longest two digits curled inside her. His wife began to move her hips, and he knew she was at the edge of an orgasm.

“Just like that luv…I know you’re close. Love the way you feel after you come.”

She whimpered around him; she had stopped sucking him, her pleasure too intense to allow her to concentrate.  Suddenly, she froze and her whole body shook with her release. He had meant what he said, he really did love the way she felt after an orgasm. It was like everything relaxed, like she melted around him, it was incredible.

“Perfect…so perfect…I have to be inside you.”

“Oh, God, yes…please…now.”

Ron moved around her, leaving her on her hands and knees in front of him. He pushed the black garment forward so that she could remove it. He needed to see all of her. He grasped his cock firmly and rubbed it against her opening.

“This what you need, luv? You need me to fuck you?”

“Yes, Ron, fuck me!”

He entered her in one perfect motion and they both cried out at the pleasure of it. After a few slow thrusts, she lowered her chest to the mattress, offering herself up to him. The sight of her like that drew a growl from him. He held her by the hips and began to set a feverish pace. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth opened in bliss. They had both passed the point of words or coherent thought. Ron could feel himself slipping over the edge and tried to reign in his physical need, but just at that moment, Hermione moaned his name; the orgasmic pulsing of her heat drawing out his own release. He gripped her tightly as he emptied himself into her.  They were both spent. Their ragged breaths filled the room as they collapsed onto the bed in each other’s arms.

“Wow…you were right…that was magic.”

“We aim to please, Mr. Weasley.”

“Damn it!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I just realized…I didn’t even get to nibble your tits! You know that’s my favorite part!”

Her snickers shook them both slightly, and she tightened his arms around her waist.

“Well, as much as I enjoy that as well, I don’t think I have a third one in me tonight dear.”

“Of course, seeing as who you are older than me, I guess I’ll have to pick up where I left off tomorrow.”

“What a sweet husband I have; always looking out for his elderly wife.”

“I do my best; I’d hate to wear you out.”

“You know, after all these years…”

“Yes, dear?”

“You are still a complete arse, Ronald Weasley.”

Hermione stood faltering in the shower. The rugged tile floor was cool against the blisters on her feet, stinging but bringing a small amount of relief. Her palms were placed against the walls of the shower as she attempted to keep herself upright. Ever since Bellatrix performed the Cruciatus curse on her in Malfoy Manner a few weeks ago Hermione had suffered from a number of these so called “episodes’’. Moments where her mind turned to mush and her body fought her, recalling every tingle of pain, her muscles constricting agonizingly against her will. She might as well have been undergoing the curse again. The injuries she had sustained were not easily healed no matter how much Ron or Mrs. Weasley attempted to reverse them. The curse had lasted too long and her bones were weak and fragile, her muscles were deteriorated and swollen from trying to rebuild themselves. There’s a reason it is one of the forbidden curses; no amount of good magic in the world could completely abolish the pain. Physical or emotional.

Hermione was staying at The Burrow with the Weasley Family. Despite her best efforts to politely decline their offer, not wanting to burden them after their horrific loss, Molly insisted and Ron damn near demanded. The rest of the family had gone to Hogwarts that day to assist in the beginning of a long line of repairs to come. All except George who rarely left the spot underneath the willow tree where Fred had been laid to rest. He sat out there mumbling the majority of the time, sometimes he would let out a small chuckle as if he were catching Fred up on all that had happened. A couple nights ago Hermione had gone out for fresh air after yet another nightmare and found George asleep with his hand on the marble stone where Fred’s name was etched. She had produced a warming charm and laid her coat on his shoulders before going back inside out of respect. Nothing would ever be the same for the Weasley Family, there was a hole missing that no amount of strength, pretending or condolences would ever be able to fill and it caused Hermione such pain to watch the aftermath.

Hermione let the water roll in droplets down her face. She had turned the faucet as cold as it could go hoping to snap her mind out of this fog. Her body was clammy. Her fingertips wrinkled and white. She had no idea how long she had been in the shower but at the moment she was terrified to move. There was a knock on the door, two knocks, three knocks. Then the knocking became pounding. Hermione tried to part her lips to speak but her teeth were clenched so tightly her jaw seemed to be locked.

Through the buzzing in her head and the spray of the shower she heard an incantation muttered followed by the door falling from it’s hinges. Her eyes fluttered trying to regain awareness when suddenly she heard a familiar voice through the curtain.

“Hermione?” Said Ron gently, a panicked tone lingering on his words.

Hermione’s body un-tensed slightly as his voice echoed through her brain. Her jaw loosened and she uttered out a painful whine.

“Hermione are you okay? What’s wrong? Talk to me!” Ron said. Before she could compose a sentence the shower curtain was swung back. She flinched, now realizing how vulnerable and stupid she must look, sobbing stark in the shower, unable to control her body. Ron’s eyes resisted the urge to wander as he turned off the tap and wrapped a soft maroon towel around her shivering body.

“Bloody hell Hermione what is going on? Your lips are blue!”

She fell slightly, but had no chance to react as Ron’s arms caught her instinctively, scooping her into him. Her teeth chattered as she began to stutter

“I…..I couldn’t……”

“Did it happen again?” Whispered Ron knowingly. As much as she attempted to hide it, he’d seen the way she’d freeze, the way her eyes would glaze over, her hand clenching and trembling. He started carrying her to his room which was the closest to the bathroom. She could find no words. Her head nodded accordingly to his question and tears began to pool at the corners of her eyes. She knew better than to think she could hide this from him. She was shaking. It wasn’t so much the cold, though that was a factor, as much as her body’s attempt to release tension. Ron shut his door and sat on his bed, cradling her in his strong arms. His hands were brushing the wet hair out of her face as he rocked her.

“Hang tight a moment let me get you something dry.”

Ron placed her on his bed and he walked over to his drawers. He pulled out a his Gryffindor quidditch jersey and started back towards Hermione. She sat up with a grimace, the movement making her head spin. She steadied herself as Ron cautiously pulled the oversized jersey over her head. She reached underneath, pulling out the damp towel as Ron sat next to her. He reached down and picked up the towel, beginning to dry the ends of her dripping hair.

“I didn’t mean to come in. It’s just…..it had been three hours Hermione…I….I was worried.”

Hermione took a breath

“I didn’t…..I had no idea it had been that long…”

“The water was freezing…” Ron said, wiping the towel lightly where her hair met her skin.

“I usually turn the faucet on cold when I can’t bring myself back from my…..well….whatever they are. I’m sorry. What is it you’re doing here anyway I thought you were with your family at the school?” She asked quizzically.

Ron was quiet for a moment.

“No….I….I stayed to look after you. Not that you need babysitting or anything I just….we’re all a bit worried.”

Guilt started a fire in Hermione’s stomach. After everything the Weasley’s had gone through how could she so selfishly cause them to be concerned about her!? “Me?” She asked, a shimmer of wetness gleaming in her eyes.

“I’m the last person anyone should be worried about. With everything that happened I…..it’s just….there’s things far worse that should be focused on rather than my occasional…occurrences.” She finished.

Ron placed his hand gently on hers.

“Hermione…they’re not exactly occasional..and bloody hell why should they be? What you went through….it’s horrific. If you think you should be able to smile and go about your merry way….that any of us should be able to…well love I’m afraid you’re barking. Everyone has…..” his voice caught for a moment before he regained his composure. “lost something or another in this war. You’re no different….the Cruciatus Curse is worse than death in most instances.”

Hermione’s lip began to tremble. Her voice was scratchy as she spoke her next words through a steady flow of tears.

“Ron I….I would put myself through this every day, all day, if……” Her voice broke and she sobbed loudly “If it would bring Fred back to your family…I’d do it over and over again to bring your brother back!”

Ron’s own eyes were suddenly wet as he scooped Hermione into his warm embrace, tightening his arms around her and kissing the tears on her cheeks.

“C’mon now love” He said sniffling. “Are you really mad enough to think he’d ever allow that?” His voice had a reminiscent tone as he let out a small breathy laugh.

They both broke. Faces pressed against one another as all the turmoil of the war came flowing freely from their eyes. Gripping tighter to each other they sobbed until they were nearly breathless.

After a long moment Ron pulled his head from hers and looked her in the eyes, tears still staining his freckled cheeks. The cry had relaxed Hermione and her mind seemed to be clearer now. She looked back at Ron, running her fingers through his hair.

He didn’t blink. He licked his lips lightly, biting the bottom one as his tongue went back into his mouth. He leaned down so slowly it was almost agonizing. Pausing for a minute he ran his index finger along Hermione’s jaw line. Butterflies began to flutter in her stomach as she blinked softly, licking her own lips.

Ron leaned in and pressed his full lips into hers, so gently at first it was as if they were barely touching. The kiss deepened and he leaned back, pulling her with him and laying her down on her back. He was propping himself up with his elbow as his other hand traced from her cheek, to her neck, and ever so slowly down her shoulder to her side. He slid his hand lovingly underneath her arse and then upward, pulling her leg up to wrap around him. Leaning down to kiss her again he continued to run his hand lightly up and down her hip. Hermione’s hips moved closer to him and her arms wrapped around his neck. She could feel his length pressing hard against her inner thigh sending tingles and larger butterflies through her body. She let out a small gasp and Ron pulled away.

“I…I’m sorry….should we stop?” He said timidly, with a hint of concern.

Hermione gazed into his eyes, his beautiful, calming eyes and spoke in a whisper

“Please Ron….I want this. I’m afraid I must admit…but please, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.” She breathed.

“If you’re sure” He said, eyes searching for any sign of doubt in her own. “If you want to stop just say so and I will.” He kissed her nose. “I promise.”

Hermione traced her fingers along his shoulders and then down towards the hem of his shirt. She began to tug at it, pulling it loose from his pants. Taking the hint Ron reached up and removed his shirt in one quick motion revealing his rather large biceps and soft yet chiseled stomach. Hermione’s mouth gaped open, taking his body in. Her eyes wandered to the scars where he had been splinched. She tried to block out the guilt that was flooding her stomach. Her small fingertips brushed the scars sensitively, causing Ron to shiver. He leaned down and brushed his lips on hers for a moment, letting them hover before he traveled down her jawline to her neck, delicately grazing back and forth planting tiny kisses. His hands wandered more freely now, up underneath the jersey that laid perfectly on her taught body. His thumb brushed lightly over her nipple causing goosebumps to form all over her body. He pulled the jersey over Hermione’s head, sending it in a wad to the ground before returning to their position. Ron’s breathing became harder as he slid his hand farther down, tracing her ribcage and the space beneath her belly button before slipping them slowly, teasingly down to her wetness.

Hermione couldn’t contain the small squeak that escaped her mouth. He nibbled enthusiastically on her neck and breathed sensually into her ear.

“Fuck Hermione…” his fingers tracing around her folds, caressing her lovingly.

“Oh my god” She breathed. Her hips moved involuntarily with his touch. Up and down, up and down.

He kissed her lips wantingly as his hand became more eager. Hermione’s breaths were short and causing Ron to become harder. He slid his body downward, causing Hermione to raise her eyebrows questioningly. He parted her thighs and his lips grazed the sensitive skin underneath her belly button. Stars began to shine in Hermione’s head. He kissed a trail from her bellybutton to the wetness of her lips below. Parting them slightly he inched his tongue into her. She gasped as he explored her folds, tongue flicking softly. He slid a hand up to her breast and cupped it, massaging gently, his other hand tracing patterns on her inner thigh. Gasping Hermione let her hands fall into his fiery hair, almost pulling as her hips rocked with the movement of his tongue. She was panting, and had a sneaking suspicion that she was dripping all over his sheets. A pit began to grow in her stomach as her muscles tightened. She had never felt anything like this before. His tongue grew more eager, inching her closer to a metaphorical cliff before he pulled away slowly, sliding back on top of her. He was positively bulging. His attempt to be patient had only lasted so long. The taste of her triggered a desire in him like never before. He reached down and undid his pants, sliding them down to his ankles and then off his feet. His eyes never left her gaze and he positioned himself on top of her. Hermione grew increasingly nervous, but something else was blossoming in her, desire and oddly enough, safety. She opened her legs to welcome his pelvis to her own. She could feel her insides pulsating as their lips met again. Tongues interlocking along with fingers and legs. He pulled away to look her in the eyes again. Gradually, he began to slide into her, not breaking their gaze. Hermione’s mouth opened as she spread around his girth. He slipped deeper and deeper until..

Fireworks. Searing, shocking fireworks. Hermione cried out in pain as the twinge exploded through her belly. Ron gripped her hands in his tightly and kissed her neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” He asked tenderly.

Hermione shook her head as a small tear rolled from the corner of her eye. She leaned up to meet his lips. The pain began to ebb until suddenly the twinge turned into a greedy fire. Warmth spread through her groin as he moved inside her. Speeding up his pace ever so slightly. Pleasure cascaded over her entire being.

“Oh my god Ron” She squeaked, reaching her hands up and digging her nails into his spine. Ron groaned loudly as he pumped into her depths. Their lips slammed together again and Ron was breathing into her mouth, letting out moans that sent Hermione’s hips upward, needingly. That feeling again. The pit, the tightening of her muscles, in a good way. Hermione could hardly control the sounds escaping her mouth now, and Ron’s goans were sending her over the edge. Their bodies were grinding together in perfect formation and their faces were pressed together in a kiss that could nearly rival a patronus charm. Ron pulled out of her and slid slowly back in leaving her crying for more. He pumped slowly but deeper and deeper. His hand that was grasping her own suddenly left and traveled down her belly, slipping sensually to her clitoris, barely pressing he moved his hands slowly at first but began picking up the pace with his own thrusts. Hermione let out a yelp, slamming her hips upward into his. Her hands grabbed his hair, pulling his head back slightly causing him to moan loudly again. The pleasure in the noises she was making and movement of her body told him he was touching her in all the right places. He gripped the skin of her neck between his teeth delicately and started planting kisses and nipping at her collar bone. His thrusts became harder as he began to pulsate inside of her warmth.

Suddenly, a new feeling exploded inside of Hermione as Ron let out a gasp. Moaning her name loudly his body shook into hers. His hands stayed caressing her clitoris and his thrusts, though becoming slightly weaker were still grinding perfectly inside her.

“C’mon love, let go. Let it all go. I want to feel it. I want to feel you lose control baby” He whispered into her ear. His lips caressing her neck before moving back to her panting mouth.

Hermione’s hips bucked as she tightened her arms around Ron. Her lips still kissing his. Fire started in her belly and engulfed every nerve in her body as she tightened around Ron’s girth, making him gasp and let out a yelp. She felt a pulse of wetness seep onto him as her insides turned to embers. She cried out loudly into his mouth, he smiled flicking his tongue across her bottom lip and biting it gently while he moved in and out of her still. Her body twitched as Ron planted soft, loving kisses on her face, neck and lips.

Then all was still. Nothing existed except Ron’s arms wrapped securely around Hermione. His hand brushed her unruly curls away from her face and he kissed her shimmering forehead. Catching her breath she felt Ron’s hand brush along her arms until he reached her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers and pulling her more into him.

“How do you feel?” He asked concerned.

“Calm” She answered tiredly with a smile.

“Good” He answered victoriously. Thankful that he could bring her even a small amount of peace.

He reached over to the bedside table grabbing his wand.

“Tergeo” He said waving his wand, causing the small blood stain on his sheets to dissipate.

“Remind me to use the morning contraceptive charm first thing tomorrow” She said winded.

“Awe c’mon, would it really be so bad to have my child?” He winked jokingly, placing his wand back on the table and returning his hands to her.

“Oh shut it you dimwit” She laughed.

“Yes Ma’am.” He said, kissing her neck again.

Ron smiled. He watched as Hermione’s eyes began to flutter and her breathing became steady. He was so grateful to have her next to him. Skin on skin. The two of them, away from the world and without worry for at least this very moment. He pulled the blanket around them, squeezed Hermione as close to him as he could and drifted into a slumber that neither of them imagined they would ever have again.

Despite all the damage to the castle, and it was extensive, many of the rooms and staircases had remained intact. Hermione was very keen to get out of her filthy, blood-stained clothes, soak her weary body in a hot magnolia scented bath, then sleep a long, deep sleep until she could sleep no more.

Ron held on to Hermione’s hand tightly as they navigated their way up darkened stairwells, some of which were missing torches and were littered with debris, making their journey poorly lit and somewhat treacherous. Once they’d reached what Ron assumed was the fifth floor they slipped behind a torn tapestry and made their way through a surprisingly well-lit corridor towards the prefect’s bathroom...

Dittany & Deluminators

Despite all the damage to the castle, and it was extensive, many of the rooms and staircases had remained intact. Hermione was very keen to get out of her filthy, blood-stained clothes, soak her weary body in a hot magnolia scented bath, then sleep a long, deep sleep until she could sleep no more.

Ron held on to Hermione’s hand tightly as they navigated their way up darkened stairwells, some of which were missing torches and were littered with debris, making their journey poorly lit and somewhat treacherous. Once they’d reached what Ron assumed was the fifth floor they slipped behind a torn tapestry and made their way through a surprisingly well-lit corridor towards the prefect’s bathroom...

...Without realising it she was pushing her hips against his, wanting to feel more of him...

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