Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2009-08-14 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009, fic |
[FIC] Persevearance :: Ron/Hermione | gift for lunalovepotter
Title: Perseverance
Author:
Recipient: lunalovepotter
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,124
Warnings: Nothing that stands out in an NC-17 fic.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: It's Harry and Ginny's wedding day, and Hermione and Ron can't keep their hands off each other. Too bad fate has other plans.
Author's Notes: Hope you like it! Thanks to S for the beta!
“Just hold still, Ginny,” said Hermione, “or you’ll end up with a pin in your arm.” She poked the pin through the ivory fabric of her friend’s wedding gown and stood back, checking that the sleeves were even.
“I can’t, Hermione. What if he doesn’t get here in time? You remember when Harry was on his final training, don’t you? He was gone for three weeks! What if Ron doesn’t make it in time for the ceremony? He’s the best man, he has to be here!” Ginny shouted frantically, stomping her foot. “Harry’s probably going spare, stuck in there with my brothers. I’m going to kill Ron when he gets back.” Hermione watched her friend with widened eyes.
She felt a warm hand on her arm and was pulled back gently by Arthur, who bent his head to hers and whispered quietly, “It’s best to just let her go when she’s like this; she’ll calm herself down eventually.” He smiled, and Hermione looked to the door of the tent with reservation.
“What about the guests? She’s shouting quite loudly, so I know they can hear her. I don’t want her- " she said, stopping when Arthur held up a hand.
“Silencing charm, Hermione. I’ve been married to her mother for over thirty years. I know every trick in the book. I’m just going to check on the boys,” he gave her a wave and stepped out of the tent, leaving Hermione alone with Ginny.
“He’ll be here, Ginny. I know he will.” Hermione twisted her wedding ring around on her finger and hoped she sounded more confident than she felt. The ceremony was due to start in less than half an hour, and her husband was nowhere to be seen. He’d left two weeks ago for his final training exercise in the Auror training program, expecting to be gone up until the wedding. She knew Kingsley wouldn’t have let him miss the wedding, so she found it hard to stop her mind from playing over the possible scenarios.
“Hermione, I don’t mean to be rude, but can I have a minute? Can you grab my necklace from up in Ron’s room? Harry insisted on cleaning it himself, and he’s left it up there and I don’t want to get married without it.” Ginny turned to her with a bright smile, although her eyes still looked anxious. Hermione nodded.
“Absolutely. I’ll be back soon, Ginny.” Hermione left the tent and started to make her way towards the crooked house she’d grown to love over the years. She dodged wedding guests and politely excused herself from conversations, desperate to get to the house and be alone for a bit too. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if Ron wasn’t there. They hadn’t been apart for this long since those months in the final year of the war- the months they both wanted to forget. She didn’t want to make a habit of it, but most of all, she just wanted Ron back where she could see him, where she could touch him. She sighed and continued up the path to the kitchen door, shifting a rogue gnome out of the way with her shoe.
Reaching the door, she opened it and stepped inside the empty kitchen, its surfaces lined with food and the magnificent cake that she, Ginny, Fleur, and Molly had spent days slaving over to make everything perfect. Hitching the skirt of her dress up over her ankles, she ascended the stairs, taking the long journey to the top of the house and the small, orange bedroom above the attic; the one in which she’d spent so much of her time over the years.
Reaching the final landing, she started through Ron’s door but was grabbed suddenly and pulled roughly into the room, the door slamming behind her. Alarmed, she reached for her wand but her movements were stilled by a familiar hand, wearing a familiar ring. She relaxed and smiled up at him.
“You’re here,” she said and launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck. Ron chuckled and set her down, his arms still wrapped tightly around her waist, his dress shirt hanging open loosely, revealing his torso.
“Where else would I be, you daft woman?” He brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, suckling gently on the skin there, causing shivers to run up her spine.
“You were cutting it awfully fine, love. Ginny’s about to have kittens,” replied Hermione, running her hands down his sides to his hips, squeezing gently. Ron pushed her head back and latched his lips to hers, kissing her enthusiastically, his tongue tracing her lower lip, pushing her mouth open.
“I’ve missed you,” he groaned between kisses, running his hands over the soft fabric of her dress and squeezing her breasts, pinching where her nipples hid underneath the blue silk. He ran his hands down over her arse and squeezed it, pulling her lower body against his in the same action.
“You’re messing up my makeup,” mumbled Hermione, stifling a gasp as his hand found its way to the long zipper at the side of the dress, pulling it down slowly, his fingers ghosting over her skin as the zipper fell.
“Do you really care?” he asked, kissing her neck and hitching her right knee over his thigh, rubbing his straining erection against her. “I’ve wanted to do this for two weeks now, and I’ll bet you have too, Hermione. You’re going to deny us this?” His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered to her slowly, his voice low. Hermione shook her head and let her hand fall, taking the button of his trousers between her fingers and sliding it undone, pushing the black fabric down over his hips, revealing his boxers and obvious arousal. She knelt in front of him and rubbed his cock through the fabric, causing Ron to hiss in pleasure and kneel with her, pushing frantically at the straps of her dress.
“I love you,” he groaned as her hand slipped inside his boxers and went to work on his shaft, her thumb rubbing over the curved head, causing him to twitch in her hand. Hermione smiled at him.
“I love you,” she whispered, leaning forward and biting lightly into his shoulder. Ron had managed to free her breasts from the dress and was fondling them when they heard the faint calls coming from the bottom of the house. Hermione yelped and pulled her dress up as Ron did up his trousers.
“Hermione? Are you up here? Arthur said Ginny sent you to get the necklace.” Harry was getting closer, and her dress was still undone. She looked at Ron pleadingly and he kissed her as he zipped her up. The door opened and Harry poked his head in.
“Her- Ron. Thank god you’re here. Ginny’s been going spare. Not to mention your bro- Oh, God. You guys were having sex, weren’t you?” Hermione watched their best friend’s ears go red and couldn’t help but smile.
“Mate, I haven’t seen her for two weeks. Of course we were,” Ron said, hugging Hermione close to him. She gaped at him and whacked him on the arm.
“Ron!” she squeaked, scandalised. Harry shook his head and walked past them to the dresser, where he grabbed the necklace and handed it to Hermione.
“Give that to my fiancée, will you? I hate to interrupt your reunion, but I’m getting married in-” he looked at his watch, “five minutes, and I’d love for you two to be there.” He walked back out into the hall, pulling the door closed behind him and leaving Hermione and Ron standing in the middle of the room.
Hermione turned to her husband and started buttoning his white shirt up.
“Damn Harry,” grumbled Ron, tucking his shirt in.
“He does have a point, Ron. Will you be okay? I should get back down to your sister and let her know you’re here.” Ron nodded.
“I’ll see you out there, love.” He kissed her forehead as he started to tie his tie around his neck.
“You will, and we’ll finish this-” Hermione grinned wickedly and rubbed her hand across his crotch, “later.” She squealed as Ron slapped her arse lightly and hurried out of the door and back to Ginny. She loved what he did to her when he was in close proximity, or even when she was just thinking about him. He had a way of driving her insane, both on the inside and the outside, and although it found them in some embarrassing situations like the one they’d just had with Harry time to time, she wouldn’t change it for the world. She wasn’t sure there would ever be a day that Ron got bored with her, and she knew for certain she’d never get bored with him.
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Walking down the aisle in her dress, Hermione could feel Ron’s eyes on her. Her skin was tingling and she knew she was flushed and her knickers were wet with her interrupted desire for him. She met his eyes and smiled when he mouthed, ‘I love you,’ to her again. Hermione let her eyes rake down his long body, mentally undressing him every step of the way, seeing his broad shoulders and freckled arms. As her eyes moved lower, to her favourite part of his body - his lower torso and the spattering of red hair leading down towards his cock - Hermione found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
The rest of the ceremony went by quickly and before long, Hermione found herself sitting down to dinner with Ron on her left. Knowing that getting between Ron and food was not going to happen, even when he was as randy as he had seemed in his childhood bedroom before the ceremony, Hermione took her fork and began to eat the chicken meal in front of her. As she was taking a sip of her wine, she felt Ron’s calf rubbing up against hers under the table. Narrowing her eyes, Hermione glared across at him but couldn’t contain the small smile that was working its way onto her face. Feeling bold, although there were near to one hundred other people in the room, Hermione reached under the table for his hand and entwined their fingers, resting their hands on Ron’s thigh. He stroked her thumb with his and slowly pulled their hands across to the seat of his pants, where on a quick glance, Hermione could see his erection forming. Letting out a long breath, Hermione looked around them, seeing everyone distracted by the meals in front of them and swiftly flung her hand across the table, spilling her and Ron’s wine into his lap. Ron let out a yelp and jumped up, knocking the table.
“Merlin, Hermione! Oh, shit. It’s staining!” He glared at her and frowned, clearly not catching her intention.
“Oh, do shut up, Ron. You’re making a scene. Let’s just go get you sorted,” she replied, frustrated, and she grabbed his hand and dragged him from the tent and the quiet chatter caused by their disturbance into a small alcove in the garden between two trees. As Ron opened his mouth to question her, she held one hand over it and proceeded to unbutton his trousers with the other. In the moonlight, she could just see the expression of dumbstruck awe on her husband’s face, and it made her feel just a little bit powerful.
Ron’s hands were on her sides, lifting her dress up and ghosting over her knickers, already moist with wanting him, desperate for contact. Sliding his finger under the fabric, Ron ran it through her moist folds, causing Hermione to shudder and her hand to still and squeeze into his hip in anticipation. Ron twisted his head, releasing his mouth from under her hand.
“You little minx,” he growled, plunging a finger inside her, his arm curling around her waist to hold her up and against him as tightly as he could and still move. “You planned that little incident with the wine, didn’t you? Who would have thought you’d be this damn insatiable. Not that I’m complaining, of course,” he said and pushed his lips against hers roughly, their tongues plundering each other’s mouth as Ron’s finger thrust in and out of her rapidly. Feeling as though she was on the brink of orgasm, Hermione lifted her leg and wrapped it around Ron’s, fumbling to push his trousers and boxers down to reveal his cock.
“God, Ron,” she moaned as he pulled his finger out of her and replaced it with the head of his cock, inching into her slowly. Almost fully sheathed inside her, Ron was about to lift her up when they heard the clinking of glasses in the reception tent, signalling the beginning of the speeches. Ron groaned loudly and pulled out of her. He started buttoning his trousers again and mumbled swears under his breath. He cleaned his stained shirt and Hermione straightened her dress and waved her wand, cleaning the two of them and removing the thin sheen of sweat that had started forming on their skin.
“Foiled again, I guess,” Hermione breathed, her breath coming in short pants as she tried to compose herself enough to remember her speech.
“This wedding will be the fucking death of me. Stupid fucking Harry. It’s like he knows,” growled Ron as he held the tent flap up for Hermione to step into the room. Hermione smiled up at him.
“Just think about how worth it it’s going to be when you finally get to fuck me,” she whispered so only Ron could hear. She knew Ron loved it when she swore, and she planned on winding him up as much as she possibly could until they finally got to be alone.
Uninterrupted.