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 mustāve fallen asleep like this because her papers had been sloppily picked up and stacked on her bedside table. Clearly Ronās 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. āIāve 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.
āIāve missed you too,ā she replied, gasping in pleasure.
āI was talking to your arse,ā Ron said. āWeāre having a moment. Leave us alone.ā
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.
āFuck, Hermione! Youāre soaking wet!ā 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 wasnāt 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. āHey beautiful,ā 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.
āHey yourself,ā 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 Hermioneās fifth year, probably assuming that not many people could hear her. But Hermione had. And much to Ginnyās 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 couldnāt 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 Ronās 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.āIf you keep that up, Mione, Iām not gonna last long.ā
āRon, I want you. Please!ā She begged. She didnāt 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.
āLook at me,ā Ron demanded, and Hermione looked into those piercing blue eyes.
āTell me what I want,ā he told her. Hermione thought one good teasing deserved another.
āIām yours, Ron Weasley.ā Ron grunted, and pushed into her harder. She knew he liked hearing that, but itās not what he wanted. His hand went between them to circle her clit.
āRon!ā She screamed.
āTell me,ā he ordered her again.
āYou feel so good,ā 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 didnāt let up.
āRon,ā she whimpered.
āTell me Hermione!ā He demanded
āI love you,ā 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.
āI love you too,ā 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.
āFuck I missed you,ā he said kissing her hair.
āI missed you too. I hate when youāre gone so long.ā
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This little fic was inspired by @mina-loganās Ron and Hermione tent scene. If you havenāt seen it yet, what are you doing with your life? Go look at it now. Just look at it! And if you want the full version (trust me, you do) itās on AO3. Iāve been obsessing over it for days, and I just had to write a fic about it. So Iām just gonna drop this right hereā¦
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.
āHere, take this. Itās getting cold out.ā
āCheers,ā 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 Ronās wand as he cast a silencing charm around them. Immediately he turned his vitriol on her, pursuing her with a barely contained rage.
āAww how sweet,ā he bit out sarcastically. āAlways taking care of the Golden Boy, arenāt you, Hermione? I wonder how else you take of him.ā
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.
āRon, thatās not true!ā 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 wasnāt Ron. This twisted version of him hunting her with a jealous rage was the doing of that cursed necklace shining an emerald green against Ronās pale skin.
āRon, the necklace- she tried, but Ronās 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.
āShut up,ā 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.
āYou think Harry is so much better than me, donāt you?ā
āRon-ā 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 didnāt stop until her ass hit the edge of a table.
āIām done playing second best to Harry fucking Potter, Hermione. Iām tired of him taking from me what should be mine.ā
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.
āSheās not yours. You are too stupid for her. Too weak. Too poor.ā
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.
āYou fool. She will only lie to you. She pities you above all.ā
Hermione felt a fury filling her to the brink as she watched a faint green glow rim the beautiful blue of Ronās eyes. Voldemort had taken so much from her. He wouldnāt 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.
āRon, look at me,ā she ordered him and those green-haloed eyes snapped from her lower body to her face.
āI want you, Ron. I want you. Donāt listen to him,ā 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!
Ronās hand came down hard on her ass cheek, and Hermione yelped in shock. It was quickly replaced by a moan as she felt Ronās hot wet mouth soothing the skin he had just slapped. She heard, rather than saw, Ron rise from his knees to his feet again.
āYouāre lying to me,ā he told her with certainty in his tone.
āNo, 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.
āIāll punish you all night if I have to. Iāll make you tell the truth, and then Iāll punish you again,ā 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.
Ronās 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.
āFuck,ā he hissed, āYouāre so wet.ā
āRon, I want you,ā 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.
āYouāre a virgin,ā he stated.
āYes,ā Hermione confirmed.
āBut, Krumā¦ā
āNever touched me,ā she confessed.
Ron was silent.
āWhy?ā He finally asked. āI know you wanted him. You let him stick his tongue down your throat.ā
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.
āAnswer me,ā he demanded.
āI didnāt want him. I wanted you, you idiot!ā
More silence.
āAnd Harry?ā
āRon let me go!ā Hermioneās 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.
āThen it was Harry you wanted all along?ā
āRon, you arse! I donāt fancy Harry! Iāve never fancied Harry! Heās like a sibling! How could you even think that?ā
Ron studied her face intently.
āI donāt believe you,ā he concluded.
Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed him hard.
āUgh! You thick headed prat! Iām done talking to you!ā
Hermione got two good stomps away before Ronās strong arm darted out and grabbed her biceps, pulling her back in front of him.
āWhere do you think youāre going?ā
āAway from you!ā
āThe hell you are.ā
And Ronās 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.
āTell me youāre mine,ā 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.
āRon, Iām yours. Iāve been yours for years,ā 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.
āNobodyās touched you here.ā
Ron didnāt state it as a question, but Hermione knew it was.
āOnly you,ā she assured him.
She heard his sharp inhale of surprise right next to her ear.
āFuck,ā he said.
Hermione whimpered.
āRon touch me more. Please.ā
Ron groaned and gave her what she wanted, rubbing her center in rhythmic circles and kissing her neck all over with hot sloppy kisses.
āTell me youāre mine,ā he was pleading with her this time.
āRon, Iām yours. Only you do this to me,ā she said, bracing herself against the bunk bed.
His teeth pulled on her ear lobe again as he kept a steady pace.
āOnly I do this to you,ā he repeated her words, sounding awed by them.
āOh, Ron,ā she cried, as she felt a delicious pressure building. āYou feel so good.ā
āIāll kill anybody who tries to touch you like this,ā he responded.
Hermione let out a low moan as she threw her head back onto his shoulder.
āShow me, Hermione. Show me how good I touch you.ā
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.
āHermione-
āRon, I love you.ā
Ron inhaled sharply and his eyes widened in disbelief.
āWhat?ā
āI love you, Ron.ā
The necklace resting on Ronās chest emitted a quick green flash before shaking.
Ron looked down to stare at it and then his gaze was back on her.
āYou love me?ā He said sounding confused.
āRon, please. Make me yours,ā she begged running her hands up his arms.
The necklace jumped off his chest before landing again.
āYou fool! She used you! She doesnāt love you!ā Riddleās 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.
āI want you, Ron. I love you,ā she encouraged him again.
Hermione started tugging Ronās 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.
āHermione, you donāt want this. Itāll hurt,ā he told her simply, and Hermione fought the urge to scream in frustration.
āI donāt care,ā she said fiercely. āAm I yours or not?ā
Something else flashed in Ronās 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.
āYouāre mine, damn it,ā 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.
āShit!ā He cursed, freezing his movements immediately.
Hermione took a steadying breath, willing her body to relax. She rubbed Ronās forearm encouragingly.
āRon, move,ā she told him gently.
He shook his head looking panicked.
āHermione, I hurt you-oh fuck!ā
If Ron wouldnāt move, then she would. She had angled her hips down then thrust back up, stopping Ronās words dead in his throat.
āRon, fuck me. Please,ā she begged again, and Ron lost it.
He grabbed her hips and started thrusting.
āFuck, Hermione, you canāt say things like that to me,ā he panted out, forcing himself in deeper, claiming her for his own.
āMore,ā 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.
āFuck, youāre mine,ā he said. He sounded like he couldnāt believe it.
āMine. Not Harryās. Mine,ā he repeated, watching her with those haunted blue eyes.
āRon,ā she begged, but for what she wasnāt sure.
He thrust harder, squeezing her thighs with need.
āSay it,ā he demanded.
āIām yours. Ron, Iām yours,ā she panted.
āAnd only mine.ā
āYes! Only yours,ā she whimpered.
āFuck!ā
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 Ronās hands were on her knees, opening her back up to him. His eyes left her face to gaze between her legs.
āDonāt,ā he said. āNot yet. I want to look at you.ā
She blushed furiously as he studied her body reverently.
Then a thought popped into her head and she felt herself fill with anxiety.
āRon, what about Harry?ā Hermione asked suddenly perplexed.
Ron shrugged his shoulders before running his fingers gently against her center again. She gave a low whimper in response.
āI donāt give a fuck. Tell him. Donāt tell him. Whatever you want Iāll go along with, but this? This doesnāt change between us. Youāre mine now, Hermione. You belong to me. Iām not gonna stop touching you unless you make me. Got it?ā
āYes,ā 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 wouldnāt 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.
Ronās 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.
She too was disappointed. But her hope was still renewed. As she looked down at the green necklace dangling from Ronās neck, now silent and still, she knew Tom Riddle could not win. Not when she was the true owner of Ronās heart.
So this is the follow up to the gift I made forĀ @idearlylovealaugh for @romionesecretsanta
Chapter One hinted at the activities that take place in Chapter Two!
Special shout outs to @callieskye @azaleablueme @terrierandotter andĀ @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 wifeās 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 āve got time for a quick shower. Hermione always says that I am extra shagable when Iāve just got out, and if she comes back before Iām 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 āmagicā 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 toā¦.
Woah, you better calm down Weasley! Donāt 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. Ā 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 wifeās bare back and arse before they were covered in silky black fabric as she shimmied into an arousing slip of a nightgown. Ā He stopped in his tracks and leaned against the frame of the bathroom door, admiring the view.
āAs dead sexy as that garment is luv, Iām afraid Iād rather come in to find it moving in the other direction.ā
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.
āYouāve 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.ā
āI appreciate the effort, but I was always a āeat straight out of the cartonā kind of bloke.ā
āTrue enough. I just hope you have saved you appetite; Iād hate to have to eat all alone.ā
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 hadnāt figured that out. It could have made for even more awkward moments. Robes can only hide so much!
āNow that would be a bloody shame, even if I would enjoy that show tremendously.ā
āI think I can figure out something you will enjoy even more. I have to say that I appreciate your choice of wardrobe.ā
āTook me ages to pick just the right towel, it did.ā
āAlthough, it is a bit of an unfair advantage. You know that I cannot control myself when youāre like this.ā
He feigned innocence. āAre 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.ā
āTsk! Tsk! We both know that you havenāt slept in pajamas since we got our first flat together.ā
āThatās only because you kept ripping them in your haste to have your wicked way with me.ā
āI will admit, I do have quite the history of passionate outbursts where youāre involved.ā
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.
āWell, I guess Iāll just have to be more gentle with you from now on.ā
āHmmmā¦I am quite fond of your passionate outbursts, as long as Iām the one that inspires them.ā
āYouāre 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, donāt you think?ā
āFuck, yeah!ā
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.
āGods! That feels incredible!ā
āIāve barely even started, love.ā
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.
āYessss.ā
āMore?ā
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.
āYou can do better than that; what do you want Ron?ā
He moaned loudly as she leaned in and licked the tip of his cock.
āIām not sure what the means. I need you to be more clear, dear.ā
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.
āI want you to use your amazingly wicked mouth on me. I want you to suck my cockā¦suck me until I beg you to stop.ā
āBeg?ā
āBeg.ā
āI like the sound of that, and I love the taste of this.ā
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.
āOh, fuck! That feels fucking amazingā¦just like thatā¦you look so hot doing thatā¦I could watch you like this all fucking day, love.ā
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 didnāt really like giving men āspecial attentionā; 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. Ā Just the thought of touching her, tasting her, making her cry out his name made him spare with lust.
āMioneā¦bloodyā¦hellā¦I swear to Merlinā¦I have to touch youā¦now!!ā
She did not relent in the slightest; in fact, she increased her speed and suction.
āPlease, Mioneā¦I needā¦to feel youā¦please, Iām begging you, for the love of Merlin!ā
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.
āYou want to touch me?ā
āGods, yes!ā
āIām not done with you yet, but I think that can be arranged,ā she purred as she crawled onto the bed perpendicular to her very naked and very aroused husband.
Ronās 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 otherās signals. He adjusted his hand under her until his fingers made contact with her core.
āFuck! Youāre so wetā¦you need me to touch you too, donāt you?ā
She moaned her affirmation around his cock, and he circled her clit with the tips of his fingers.
āWhat dear? Iām afraid that wasnāt very clear.ā
She released him with a soft pop and looked at him challengingly, panting her reply.
āI need you toā¦fuck me⦠with your fantastic fingersā¦until I can no longer⦠properlyā¦suck you off.ā
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. Ā 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.
āJust like that luvā¦I know youāre close. Love the way you feel after you come.ā
She whimpered around him; she had stopped sucking him, her pleasure too intense to allow her to concentrate. Ā 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.
āPerfectā¦so perfectā¦I have to be inside you.ā
āOh, God, yesā¦pleaseā¦now.ā
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.
āThis what you need, luv? You need me to fuck you?ā
āYes, Ron, fuck me!ā
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. Ā They were both spent. Their ragged breaths filled the room as they collapsed onto the bed in each otherās arms.
āWowā¦you were rightā¦that was magic.ā
āWe aim to please, Mr. Weasley.ā
āDamn it!ā
āWhat? Whatās wrong?ā
āI just realizedā¦I didnāt even get to nibble your tits! You know thatās my favorite part!ā
Her snickers shook them both slightly, and she tightened his arms around her waist.
āWell, as much as I enjoy that as well, I donāt think I have a third one in me tonight dear.ā
āOf course, seeing as who you are older than me, I guess Iāll have to pick up where I left off tomorrow.ā
āWhat a sweet husband I have; always looking out for his elderly wife.ā
āI do my best; Iād hate to wear you out.ā
āYou know, after all these yearsā¦ā
āYes, dear?ā
āYou are still a complete arse, Ronald Weasley.ā
He pulled her tightly to his chest, and placed a soft kiss in the crook of her neck. As his mind cleared, the blood had returned from other regions, he began to think again about just how amazing his life was. Not every day was as perfect as this one had been, but the bad days were definitely few and far between. Usually, if he did have a bad day, all he had to do was come home to Hermione, to his kids, and all was right again with the world. Ron felt a warmth spread through his chest, not unlike the one he had felt all those years ago when that little ball of light entered his heart and showed him the way home.
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 āepisodesāā. 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. Thereās 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 Fredās 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 itās hinges. Her eyes fluttered trying to regain awareness when suddenly she heard a familiar voice through the curtain.
āHermione?ā Said Ron gently, a panicked tone lingering on his words.
Hermioneās body un-tensed slightly as his voice echoed through her brain. Her jaw loosened and she uttered out a painful whine.
āHermione are you okay? Whatās wrong? Talk to me!ā 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. Ronās eyes resisted the urge to wander as he turned off the tap and wrapped a soft maroon towel around her shivering body.
āBloody hell Hermione what is going on? Your lips are blue!ā
She fell slightly, but had no chance to react as Ronās arms caught her instinctively, scooping her into him.
Her teeth chattered as she began to stutter
āIā¦..I couldnātā¦ā¦ā
āDid it happen again?ā Whispered Ron knowingly. As much as she attempted to hide it, heād seen the way sheād 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 wasnāt so much the cold, though that was a factor, as much as her bodyās 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.
āHang tight a moment let me get you something dry.ā
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.
āI didnāt mean to come in. Itās justā¦..it had been three hours Hermioneā¦Iā¦.I was worried.ā
Hermione took a breath
āI didnātā¦..I had no idea it had been that longā¦ā
āThe water was freezingā¦ā Ron said, wiping the towel lightly where her hair met her skin.
āI usually turn the faucet on cold when I canāt bring myself back from myā¦..wellā¦.whatever they are. Iām sorry. What is it youāre doing here anyway I thought you were with your family at the school?ā She asked quizzically.
Ron was quiet for a moment.
āNoā¦.Iā¦.I stayed to look after you. Not that you need babysitting or anything I justā¦.weāre all a bit worried.ā
Guilt started a fire in Hermioneās stomach. After everything the Weasleyās had gone through how could she so selfishly cause them to be concerned about her!?
āMe?ā She asked, a shimmer of wetness gleaming in her eyes.
āIām the last person anyone should be worried about. With everything that happened Iā¦..itās justā¦.thereās things far worse that should be focused on rather than my occasionalā¦occurrences.ā She finished.
Ron placed his hand gently on hers.
āHermioneā¦theyāre not exactly occasional..and bloody hell why should they be? What you went throughā¦.itās horrific. If you think you should be able to smile and go about your merry wayā¦.that any of us should be able toā¦well love Iām afraid youāre barking. Everyone hasā¦..ā his voice caught for a moment before he regained his composure. ālost something or another in this war. Youāre no differentā¦.the Cruciatus Curse is worse than death in most instances.ā
Hermioneās lip began to tremble. Her voice was scratchy as she spoke her next words through a steady flow of tears.
āRon Iā¦.I would put myself through this every day, all day, ifā¦ā¦ā Her voice broke and she sobbed loudly āIf it would bring Fred back to your familyā¦Iād do it over and over again to bring your brother back!ā
Ronās 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.
āCāmon now loveā He said sniffling. āAre you really mad enough to think heād ever allow that?ā 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 didnāt 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 Hermioneās 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. Hermioneās 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.
āIā¦Iām sorryā¦.should we stop?ā He said timidly, with a hint of concern.
Hermione gazed into his eyes, his beautiful, calming eyes and spoke in a whisper
āPlease Ronā¦.I want this. Iām afraid I must admitā¦but please, I donāt think Iāve ever wanted anything more.ā She breathed.
āIf youāre sureā He said, eyes searching for any sign of doubt in her own. āIf you want to stop just say so and I will.ā He kissed her nose. āI promise.ā
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. Hermioneās 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 Hermioneās head, sending it in a wad to the ground before returning to their position. Ronās 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 couldnāt contain the small squeak that escaped her mouth. He nibbled enthusiastically on her neck and breathed sensually into her ear.
āFuck Hermioneā¦ā his fingers tracing around her folds, caressing her lovingly.
āOh my godā 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. Hermioneās 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 Hermioneās 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. Hermioneās 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.
āIām sorry, Iām sorry are you okay? Do you want me to stop?ā 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.
āOh my god Ronā 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 Hermioneās 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 Ronās 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.
āCāmon love, let go. Let it all go. I want to feel it. I want to feel you lose control babyā He whispered into her ear. His lips caressing her neck before moving back to her panting mouth.
Hermioneās 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 Ronās 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 Ronās 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 Ronās hand brush along her arms until he reached her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers and pulling her more into him.
āHow do you feel?ā He asked concerned.
āCalmā She answered tiredly with a smile.
āGoodā 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.
āTergeoā He said waving his wand, causing the small blood stain on his sheets to dissipate.
āRemind me to use the morning contraceptive charm first thing tomorrowā She said winded.
āAwe cāmon, would it really be so bad to have my child?ā He winked jokingly, placing his wand back on the table and returning his hands to her.
āOh shut it you dimwitā She laughed.
āYes Maāam.ā He said, kissing her neck again.
Ron smiled. He watched as Hermioneās 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.
- thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think. I just started writing again and this is my first fanfic/smut piece. Would really appreciate input!š
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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 Hermioneās 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 theyād 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 prefectās bathroom...
Silently, and slowly, the two teenagers set about peeling each otherās clothes from their battered and aching bodies. Ron tried not to wince as bruises, cuts, grazes and welts revealed themselves on Hermioneās limbs.Ā He was struck with a sudden urge to hurt whoever had done this to her, but that urge was overridden by a very different one once Hermione was stripped off to her under-garments and he could see nubs of her nipples through her bra.
Hermione reached into her drawstring bag and pulled out her vial of essence of dittany. She intended to soothe and at least partially heal the injuries Ron had sustained all over his body. She tried hard not to blush when she saw Ron gazing at her chest after sheād removed her blouse and was sat on the edge of the bath in just her knickers and bra. She also hoped to goodness Ron couldnāt see the flush of her neck as she glanced down at his boxers and could see the shape of his manhood slightly tenting his shorts.
Without saying a word, Ron took the vial from her and began to gently tend to Hermioneās wounds. Just as he was finishing up he placed two soft kisses on her shoulders. He then placed a drop of dittany on Hermioneās split lip, and after he watched it heal, he kissed up her neck, making his way to those lips.
They kissed, deeply this time, much deeper than their first kiss in front of Harry all those hours ago after theyād returned from hunting for basilisk fangs. But Hermione pushed Ron back, her eyes wet with unshed tears. She took the vial of dittany from Ron and silently began to heal his wounds. As she worked, Ron continued to shower her with little kisses, and he pulled the scrunchie from her hair, watching her wavy chestnut locks cascade down over her shoulders.Ā He felt himself twitch and harden as Hermione applied dittany to the area just below his navel.
When Hermione had finished up, she looked up at Ron, silently asking him if he was alright, if he needed any more tending to. She couldnāt speak. She didnāt know what to say that would mean anything. Ron had lost a brother this day, and they had both lost many other friends, people theyād loved. What could she say that wouldnāt sound trite and superficial?
āI love youā
The sound echoed around the room and Hermione wasnāt sure at first who had spoken. But then she saw unshed tears in Ronās eyes and his hand came up to cup her face.
āI love you, Hermione Grangerā he said again.
āI love you too, Ronald Weasley. So muchā Hermione replied as she reached for him, wanting nothing more than to be engulfed in his warm, strong embrace. They stood and he hugged her to him as if he were afraid she would disappear. She could feel his manhood throbbing against her tummy, and it sent a warm feeling through the area between her thighs. Without realising it she was pushing her hips against his, wanting to feel more of him.
Without warning, Ron pushed Hermione back, and, ignoring the hurt on her face, he reached for his wand. He warded the door and put a silencing charm on it, then threw his wand back down among the heap of dirty clothes. He then reached for Hermione again, pulling her towards him by grabbing her bum cheeks. The hurt on her face was gone, replaced by a questioning look. He ground his semi-erection against her while massaging her buttocks.
āYouāre stunningā he said.
āNo Iām n-ā
āYes, you areā Ron said. He stepped back and placed his hands on her shoulders. āHermione Iāve probably been in love with you for the last three or four years. Iāve dreamed of this...me and you, here, now. And believe me, sweetheart, if I didnāt think you were beautiful you wouldnāt be able to do this to meā Ron said, nodding down toward his member. He took her small hand and placed it against the front of his boxers. Hermione gently closed her small hand around his penis through his boxers, marvelling at how solid yet soft it felt.
She then stepped back and, swallowing her embarrassment, unhooked her bra letting it slip to the floor. She looked up at Ron expectantly. He stood there, mouth agape not knowing what to do first, squeeze or suck. Then it struck him that she had two breasts and he could do both. So he pulled Hermione down back to the side of the bath and leaned in to caress one breast and kiss the nipple of the other. Hermione felt the nubs of her nipples harden as Ron began to suckle on one while gently squeezing the other. She reached down to his boxers and this time dipped her hand inside, grabbing hold of Ronās penis, feeling itās soft hardness and itās, and itās silky smoothness. It was hot and throbbing, just as Hermione could feel a hot, throbbing wetness pooling between her thighs. She wanted him. And she wanted him now. Why wait? They had just survived a warā¦just. And many people had been killed and would never get the chance to love, be loved, and make love.
Hermione reached for her wand and tapped the edge of the bath, starting the flow of water and scented bubble bath. She then threw her wand down and reached for Ron, a feeling of elation and ecstasy overtaking her.
āI really do love you, Ron. I hope you know that. And itās been years for me too. Probably since that day I socked Malfoy in the schnoz, and you said I was brilliant. Youāve no idea how much that meant to meā
āI think I do, nowā Ron said āBut I know I was thick-headed skrewt. I wasnāt good enough for you and Iā¦ā
āDonāt say that, Ron. Youāreā¦ā
āItās true, Hermione. If weāre gonna be together we have to be honest with each other, donāt we? I was a right git to you, āspecially when I was withā¦with Lav, andā¦and Iām sorry. I did it to make you jealous because of Krum. And then when I thought you were going out with that fat-eared plum McLaggenā¦ā
āBut itās all history, Ron. And the McLaggen thing was just to make you jealous. Anyway, what does it all matter now? Weāre together now, arenāt we?ā
āYeah, we areā Ron said, smiling. āCanāt believe it, really. Iām a right lucky bastard to have a woman as stunning as youā
āRon donātā Hermione said, her smile fading āYou donāt have to say things like that to me. I know Iām not pretty or glamorousā¦ā
āSTOP IT.ā Ron bellowed. Hermione jumped, then peddled backwards almost in fear. Ron reached for her and pulled her too him. He cupped her face with both hands, his eyes wet with frustrated tears.
āListen to me, and listen good. I love you, more than anything. When you kissed me earlier today it was the best moment of my life, better than winning the House Cup even. And when I tell you that youāre beautiful andā¦and stunning itās because I bloody well mean it. To me, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. Please donāt make me out to be a liar, Hermione. It hurts, and Iām tired of hurting.ā
āIām sorry, Ron. Iām so sorryā Hermione said, tears cascading down her face. She reached for Ron, hugging him tight to her, her hands disappearing into his shaggy ginger locks. She then slowly removed her knickers, keeping her eyes locked on his, and then pulled his boxers down. They stood naked for a while, staring at each other, each knowing how lucky they were to be alive and to have each other.
Hermione then guided Ron into the spa-sized bath and proceeded to gently wash his body from head to toe. This wasnāt about sex, it was about love. After Hermione had finished washing Ron, he proceeded to bathe her just as gently. And though he couldnāt say he didnāt notice her beautiful body, and that his own body didnāt react to it, he knew that all he wanted to do was gently cleanse this girlā¦his girl that he hoped one day to make his wife, and even the mother of his children.
Once washed, they stepped out of the tub and dried off, each deep in his and her own thoughts before coming back to sit on the edge of the bath, both still naked, but now clean with faded wounds that were healing fast.
āHow are you feelingā Hermione asked, breaking the silence.
āDunno really. A mix of things. Not really gonna feel right until all theā¦the funerals are over with andā¦and some time has passedā¦ā
āOh Ron, Iām so sorryā¦ā
āNo, itās okay, really. If I was gonna talk about Fred with anyone it would be you.ā
Hermione reached for Ron again, pulling his body flush against hers, wanting nothing more than to just comfort him. But it wasnāt long before Ron was suckling on one of her nipples again while massaging the other. Then a hand slipped down between her legs, the pad of one finger locating her clit, and gently rubbing it in little circles. Hermione parted her legs a bit, then a bit more, until she was on the floor, leaning against the side of the bath with her legs apart, and Ronās surprisingly talented fingers were doing amazing things to her, and fluids were seeping from inside her. And Hermione responded by grabbing hold of Ronās semi-erect penis, gently dragging her hand up and down the length of if until he was fully hard and erect and oh Merlin if she didnāt want to feel this magnificent appendage inside her. Her body screamed for more contact and Ron soon duly obliged.
He grabbed for his wand again and after putting the scourgify spell on their clothes he transfigured them into a thick blanket, which he proceeded to lay out on the floor of the bathroom. He then laid Hermione down and rolled on top of her. He caressed and kissed every inch of skin he could get to, and Hermione did the same whenever and wherever she could. She didnāt mind Ron taking charge. She wanted him to. She wanted him to know that she fully trusted him.
Ron wondered if Hermione might be ready to go all the way. He certainly didnāt want to assume she did, and was slightly scared of asking. He didnāt know whether she was a virgin or not and he decided that he didnāt want to know. It didnāt matter. Theyād just survived a war and what mattered most was that they were finally together. So he proceeded to lie between her legs and just rub his length against her, while continuing to suckle and massage her breasts.
Hermioneās body sparked, tingled, heated up and screamed out for penetration. She raised her hips with every upward slide of Ronās penis against her. She briefly pondered how much sexual experience Ron had had before now, but came to the conclusion that whatever heād done in the past, he had chosen her now. She groaned and sighed and whispered his name over and over and Ron knew he wouldnāt last long if he didnāt stop and try something else. So he rolled off her and then flipped her over so that she was on her front.
āWhat are you doing, Ron?ā Hermione asked, resting her head on her forearms.
āJustā¦trust meā Ron said.
He knelt down over her and kissed her bum cheeks before pulling her hips up and sliding a finger along the length of her wet nether lips. Hermione drew in a sharp breath, her initial embarrassment of Ron seeing her in this position fading fast. She knew she was close but wanted Ron to be inside her when she came.
āRonā she whispered, turning back over.
āHm?ā
āI need youā¦pleaseā she said, so quietly he almost thought heād misheard her.
āYouā¦what? Are you sure?ā
āYou donāt want to?ā
āNo...I mean yes, of course I want to but do you? Are you sure youāre ready?ā
āYes. I amā Hermione said, looking up at him. āI am readyā.
āRon wasted no time laying down on top of Hermione, settling between her legs, his rock hard member nestling between her nether lips. Hermione lifted her hips encouraging Ron to move and he responded by grinding against her. He then took a hold of his penis and guided the head to her opening. Hermione spread her legs a little wider to give Ron more room, pushing aside her fear that there might be some pain. Without warning, Ron suddenly pushed inside her to the hilt. Hermione sucked in her breath, stiffened and waited for the sharp pain to pass. Ron felt so guilty that he made to pull out but Hermione stilled him and held him in place.
āItās okay, Ron. Iām okay. Justā¦give me a moment.ā
Ron kissed and caressed Hermioneās face, soothing her and taking her mind away from the pain between her legs. His guilt intensified when he looked down at the base of his penis and saw flecks on blood on it. Ronās fleeting elation that heād been her first was overridden by the feeling that heād hurt her and he made to slowly pull out again. But again Hermione held him in place. After briefly wondering what to do next, Ron latched on to her breasts again and Hermioneās body responded, as he suspected it would.
āMove, Ronā Hermione said.
Ron slowly began to move, gyrating his hips against hers, and Hermione responded by wrapping her legs around his legs and grabbing his bum cheeks, pushing him deeper into her with every downward stroke. The pain had mostly subsided, to be replaced with a deep sensation that Hermione had never felt before. Her own fingers were never able to make her feel like this. And she wanted Ron to go a bit harder and faster, and deeper, and Ron wanted to feel the warmth of Hermione surrounding him forever.
Hermione came with a long groan, her head thrown back, her back arched and her hips moving in tandem with Ronās as he pistoned his hips against hers. Ron came upon feeling Hermioneās inner muscles contracting around him, her breasts pushed up towards him.
They collapsed, exhausted against each other, holding on to each other, with Ron still inside her. And they lay there, wrapped in each other, and they talked. They talked about the dayās events, and Ron was still inside her. And they talked about the war, and Hogwarts castle, Ottery St Catchpole, and the Burrow, and Ron was still inside her. And they cried and laughed when talking about their camping experiences, Harry, the Lost, and Found, and Ron was still inside her. And Hermione told Ron that the one thing she had taken with her on their expedition that was most precious was the essence of dittany. Had she not had it, Ron could have lost his arm, and their hunt for the horcruxes would have been put back, and all would have been lost. And as they talked and talked, laughed and cried, reminisced and tried to forget, Ron was still inside her.
āAnd we finally admitted how we felt about each other and it took a war for that to happenā Hermione said, kissing Ron on his shoulder.
āYeah. And I have Dumbledoreās deluminator to thank for bringing me back to you, and Harry. Ron said, as he leaned down to kiss around Hermioneās neck and face. He then suckled on her breasts again as he felt his penis begin to throb and then harden while still inside Hermione.
āReady for round two?ā Ron asked. Hermione smiled and grabbed Ronās arse cheeks.
āLetās go!ā
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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 Hermioneās 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 theyād 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 prefectās bathroom...
...Without realising it she was pushing her hips against his, wanting to feel more of him...
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It's a sweet little R/Hr sort of smut-fic which I hope you'll like.