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[FIC] Hermione's Mental Health Day :: Ron/Hermione | gift to the community
Title: Hermione's Mental Health Day
Author:
Recipient:
gift to the community!
Pairing:
Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
3683
Warnings:
Shower sex, wall sex. In other words smut, smut & more smut.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary:
Although she would never admit it to Ron, Hermione always worried herself sick when he went away on long missions. His most recent trip was longer than usual.
Author's Notes: It's been awhile since I've done R/Hr smut, but once I sat down to write this, the words simply flowed. It was like I'd never left. Thanks to my fabulous beta!
It didn't matter how long he had been gone, or how many hours she had spent worrying. Ron always came home when Hermione least expected it. That one moment when she stopped imagining where he might be, picturing all degrees of injuries that would leave him incapacitated, or even worse – that was when Ron popped out of the Floo, acting as though it was just another day at the office. Hermione didn't like to tell him how much she worried, because then she would only worry more about the fact that he knew she was worried. Ron loved his job as an Auror so she wasn't going to do anything to spoil it for him.
There was a time when Ron was a creature of habit. He appreciated the familiar – his mum's home-cooked meals, the annual Weasley jumpers at Christmas, the Chudley Cannons, even Fred & George's pranks; and of course, his friendship with Harry. He didn't much like surprises – not big surprises, at least, because living with Fred & George required a certain level of thick skin – and once the war was over, it seemed as though he would settle in to his regular life free of struggle or concern. He hadn't expressed a strong desire in being an Auror, at least not to Hermione's knowledge, so she was as amazed as everyone else when he was offered – and accepted – a post with the elite dark wizard catchers. What amazed her even more was the fact that he thrived on it. He loved the adventures, the camaraderie, the shared sense of purpose, and the fact that he got to work with Harry every day (although that part wasn't quite as surprising). So really, there was no reason for Hermione to worry about him that much. Yet she still did.
It was almost one a.m. Hermione was falling asleep at the dining table where she always brought her work when Ron was away so she could be right by the fireplace. She felt less isolated there, and a little surer of herself. Rain was coming down in sheets slapping on the windowpanes, and the wind howled around the eaves of the old apartment building where they made their first home. Occasionally the lights flickered, but never went out. Crookshanks, who never cared for loud rainstorms, was holed up in the bedroom on the old leather armchair that had belonged to Hermione's father.
Hermione wrapped an autumn-themed afghan of gold, rust, and brown around her legs – a Christmas gift from her mother-in-law – with a supply of hot tea and crackers at the ready. But she'd hardly touched them. The words on the thick tome spread out in front of her went blurry. Then she righted herself, her chin jerking up abruptly. Disoriented, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and pressed on but not before she cast a fleeting glance at the fireplace, which remained stubbornly dark. The worry that had been clinging to her all night was slipping away, but only because she was too exhausted to maintain it.
Ron and Harry had been gone for nearly two weeks, and they should have been back already. That was how Hermione saw it. In the entire span of their two-year marriage, Ron had never been called away for more than three days – maybe four. After the first week of this mission Hermione had half a mind to storm into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's Auror Division and demand to know where her husband and best friend were – after all, Ginny was her sister now and even though she pretended not to worry about Harry, Hermione knew she did. Ginny Weasley-Potter worried more than people realized, especially with a new baby to look after.
But of course Hermione didn't storm into the Auror Division because firstly she knew that they wouldn't even be able to acknowledge that Ron and Harry were on an assignment, let alone what that assignment was. Hermione made it her business to learn everything she could, and the fact that she couldn't learn where her husband was when she was worried sick about him was more frustrating than she ever imagined. But right now, with the words swimming on the page and her hand unable to even grasp the quill with which she'd been making notes, she was ready to call it a night. She would sleep and not worry about anything for a few blissful hours before getting up at the crack of dawn to go to her office at the Ministry.
Thinking fondly of her comfortable bed, Hermione began to gather up her work. Since Ron was gone Crookshanks would join her. It wasn't quite the same, but having something soft and warm to snuggle with made her feel better. Besides if Ron were home Crookshanks wouldn't get within a mile of the bed. Hermione smiled vaguely at the thought of her half-naked husband chasing the offending bristly-tailed intruder out of their room with his wand raised. He never hexed Crookshanks, but he still liked to mock-threaten him once in awhile. It was like a game for the two of them.
She gathered the books into a pile, capped the inkbottle, and clipped together the pages of notes she had compiled over the last few hours. This case was going to be a bear. She was loath to admit it, particularly so soon after her promotion, but she really needed a vacation. Lifting her wand from the inside pocket of her red terry-cloth robe she said, "Wingardium Leviosa" in a gravelly voice. The books, papers, ink, and quills floated in the direction of the bedroom, which they would pass through to their ultimate destination, her private study at the rear of the flat.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of greenish-yellow light that illuminated the walls. This was followed by a loud thump. Ron picked himself up off the floor after his unceremonious landing. He was clad head to toe in black, covered with dirt and grime and, Hermione noticed, he had a bruise under his right eye. Without waiting for any explanations she launched herself at him, nearly throttling him and sending him sprawling backward all over again.
"It's about ruddy time!" she declared, unable to wipe the smile from her face. Ron's arms closed around her waist, tightening as he regained his balance. He held her close, inhaling her scent.
"Bloody hell I missed you," he said. His dry lips slid across her cheek before catching her lips in a long kiss. She opened her mouth, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled his head down. Ron curled his hands around the curve of her bum to hoist her up, landing her flush on his already burgeoning erection. Hermione locked her ankles around his waist. Then with their mouths still joined, Ron steered her on a familiar course to the bedroom. She giggled into his mouth, and he squeezed her bum. Only this time he passed through the bedroom into the loo, where he finally set her down.
"I need a shower. Care to join?" he cocked his head toward the shower stall.
Hermione unfastened the sash of her robe, shrugging it off her shoulders. "Does that answer your question, Ronald?"
Ron grinned, grabbing her head in his hands to kiss her again. His hands were so large they concealed almost her entire face. Their mouths locked while she worked the clasp on his cloak and he pushed down the bottoms of her pajamas.
"Flannel?" he quipped, arching an eyebrow.
"Well it doesn't make any sense to wait around in a silk negligee, now does it? Perhaps if I had a little prior warning..." Hermione's eyes drifted down to his waist, her fingers already poised at the belt buckle. His desire for her was growing by the second. Standing half-naked in her pajama top and knickers she cupped her hand around his bulge. She squeezed gently, eliciting a low groan from Ron's throat. His eyelids fluttered, and his jaw slackened.
"I don't even get any prior warning," he murmured. Then he tugged open the pajama top, miraculously without losing any buttons, to reveal her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, fondling them. Hermione leaned in to his palms to increase the friction of his coarse skin on her nipples. Her breasts weren't small, but his large hands still covered them easily. The soft skin peeked through the gaps in his fingers as he massaged them. His touch sent jolts of heat pooling into her groin. Without touching herself she knew her knickers were soaked. She moaned appreciatively, running her tongue along her lower lip.
Hermione unfastened his belt, pulled down the zip, and eased the trousers below his waist. Anticipation flickered in her chest. No matter how many times she had seen it already, she always got a thrill from the first peek at her husband's erect cock right before they had sex. She pushed the trousers farther down. When the fabric piled at his ankles, Ron stepped out of the trousers. His cock was poking through the opening in his dark red boxer shorts, and it seemed to be edging closer to Hermione's hands even though Ron hadn't moved.
"Has he grown since the last time I saw him?" Hermione stroked the hard, velvety length while fondling his goods in her other hand. She bent down, lifting his cock slightly to kiss the tip. There was a tiny spot of come, which she flicked onto her tongue and swallowed. Then she pushed down his boxer shorts. She watched the elastic waistband slide over his cock, restraining it for just a moment before it sprang back to attention even more impressively than before. Her hips twitched.
"Probably so. He really missed you. Shall I tell you what else he missed?"
"Mm, of course." Hermione raked her nails down his torso, pulling open the dark button-up shirt along the way. She parted the fabric and pressed her lips to the fine hair on his chest. Ron groaned, his voice vibrating against her mouth. She kissed each of his nipples, taking her time to flick them delicately with her tongue. Then Ron's hands fastened under her arms. He pinned her to the wall, braced her with the weight of his upper body, and pulled down her knickers. The cool air hitting her crotch made Hermione gasp. She clutched at Ron's thick neck, curling her nails into his back before dropping her hands down to find the fleshy goodness of his bum, where she latched onto him. She squeezed his bum, urging him closer. The tip of his cock tickled her, brushing haphazardly over her clit. It was like fire in her veins. Her hips contracted while her nails dug into his flesh.
"Fuck me Weasley," she hissed, locking her ankles under his bum and her arms around his neck.
"That's the general idea, love." Ron's chocolate brown eyes glinted mischievously. He braced his hands underneath her bum to slide her a bit higher. Hermione gazed into his eyes, watching them flutter and roll back as he slid into her like a knife into butter. Immediately her walls contracted around him, her thighs tightening around his back. She bent her head to kiss his slackened mouth, teasing his lips with her tongue while she rolled her hips forward and ground into the base of his cock. She kissed the bruise under his eye. Judging by the yellowing around the edges it wasn't recent.
"When did you get this?" she murmured, neck lolling forward so that her unruly hair touched his shoulders. Ron stuck his finger in the point where their bodies met, stroking her clit. He moaned something that sounded like 'last week'.
"Why didn't you just put Bruise-Be-Gone on it, then?"
"Hermione, are we going to talk or shag?" Ron pressed down on her clit. It felt so good she screamed, her voice ricocheting off the walls of the small room. Reflexively her opening tightened even more around his cock and she slid down just a little while he thrust upward, hitting exactly the right spot. Burying his face in her chest, he came inside her in a rush of heat.
"Does that answer your question, Ronald?" she teased.
Ron chuckled, nuzzling her breasts. Then he kissed each of them, and raised his tousled red head to look at her with an expression of total satisfaction. "Perfectly," he said. Then he slowly let her down, sliding his cock out of her and replacing it with two fingers. He thrust his hand in up to his second knuckles, gutting her in an upward circular motion while his thumb rolled over her clit. She writhed and moaned, her limbs like jelly. She could barely hold onto him to keep her balance. When the orgasm hit her knees gave out. She slumped into him, lazily peppering his shoulders and neck with kisses.
"That was bloody brilliant." She combed her fingers through his hair to make it stand in all directions.
"I'm glad you approve," he replied quietly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Then he lifted her chin and kissed her. Summoning his wand from the pile of clothes on the floor, he pointed it at the stall, and seconds later water was pouring from the showerhead. The room filled with steam. He wrapped his arms around her. "Mm, it's so good to be home."
Hermione smiled. "It's so good to have you home," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes while the aroma of sex, sweat and the smell that was uniquely Ron enveloped her. Then he lifted her chin, hooking his finger underneath, and tilted her head up.
"You have nothing to worry about, love," he said. He caught her lower lip between his lips before he captured her slackened mouth in a deep kiss. Raking his fingers through her hair, he led her into the shower and pulled the curtain.
"What makes you think I'm worried?" Hermione murmured, opening her eyes.
"Oh I don't know, maybe it's that tiny pinch between your eyebrows that you get when you're upset, or the way your lips purse together, or that little sigh – "
"Shut it, Ron."
Ron smirked. He backed into the shower spray. The water cascaded over his body, across the broad planes of his toned chest and husky shoulders, down into the nest of curly dark red hair between his legs where his cock stood at the ready. He looked so bloody sexy, like one of the blokes on the 'sexy wizard bachelors' calendar that Ginny had given her at her hen party. She still had it tucked away in her desk at work. Hermione couldn't help it; she sighed and smiled. And he was all hers.
Ron's face reddened. "What?"
"Nothing."
"You've got that look on your face, like there's food in my hair or something."
Hermione giggled, playfully kissing his chest. "Honestly, I'm just admiring the view, that's all." She nudged his cock with her hand. His hips spasmed. "It's a fantastic view, at that. I'm just appreciating the fact that it's all mine."
Ron's face went even redder, the color spreading down his neck. The corners of his mouth twitched. "You bet your sweet round arse it's all yours. Just like this is all mine," he growled, capturing her around the waist with one arm. He pulled her up; her breasts compacted into his chest. Water danced all around them, ricocheting off their slick bodies. Some sprayed into Hermione's lips as she kissed him, plunging her tongue deep into mouth. Draping her arms around his neck, she ground her hips into his crotch.
After several minutes of this Ron pulled away. "Bollocks, woman, you're going to do me in," he said, gasping for air. "Dark wizards have nothing on you."
"Not before I have my own naughty way with you." Hermione dropped her right arm and forcefully grabbed his cock. His hips thrust forward, sending hot come spraying from the tip. Some of it spilled on her stomach before it was washed away.
"Argh! Sweet bloody hell...FUCK!" Ron hoisted her up by her thighs, hooking his arms under her knees. Her arms around his neck, Hermione rolled her hips forward. She rode him at a slow, measured pace, careful to put just the right amount of pressure on his cock before she moved away again. She nicked his skin with her teeth, fastening her lips to the juncture of his neck and shoulder where she then sucked the water off his skin. With every pull of her mouth Ron grunted, his cock tickling her thighs. His arms tightened under her legs, and he started to back them both slowly into the blue tiled wall. When her shoulders were firmly up against the wall, Ron's mouth fell to her breasts. He immersed his face in her chest, alternately biting, licking, and kissing the soft mounds.
"Oh sweet Merlin..." she loved feeling his mouth on her breasts; it opened a treasure chest of sensations that cascaded through her body from her hairline down to the tips of her toes. She felt heat mixed with cold, electricity mixed with fire. Her thighs spread involuntarily, her hips bucking. Her body was begging for him. "Ro-o—onald!"
Ron chuckled, his breath hot on her wet skin. He lifted his head and grinned at her with water streaming over his eyes and into his mouth. "Payback stinks, doesn't it, love?" he said, with a wink.
"Oh, you—! Oooh..." she started to swat him, but lost her train of thought when she felt his cock poke through her opening and fill her between her thighs. He filled her up in a way that nothing and no one else could; she was utterly, fantastically, whole. She clenched him so hard her thigh muscles began to hurt. Ron continued to thrust into her, making her slide up the wall and then down again when he withdrew. While she was above him, he teased her dangling breasts with his mouth. As she slid down, he caught her mouth in a long, deep, and very wet kiss which he held until he came, his hot seed spilling into her belly. She arched her back, her head bumping the wall. Pain shot down her neck, and she winced. But she refused to let him go.
"Are you all right –?" His arms slackened.
"Don't you dare stop, Ron or I'll bloody hex you into next week!"
Making sure her arms were secure around his neck, Ron released his arms from under her. He gently guided her legs and held her waist until she was firmly standing on the floor. "Hold on, love," he said. Knowing what was coming, Hermione grinned. Heat pulsed between her legs. She was getting close. She let her fingers brush across her clit, but before she could press down Ron moved her hand away. "Hold onto the walls."
When he said that, she felt a tremor deep in her chest. This was going to be good. Anchoring her hands to either side with her feet firmly on the ground, she widened her stance and then watched from above as his head slowly descended her torso, his hands gliding along her thighs. A few inches above her crotch he paused, glancing up at her with heavy-lidded eyes. He licked his lips, and she just about lost it as she thought of his mouth on her, consuming her fluids. A low groan escaped her lips unbidden. She nudged him with her crotch.
She felt Ron pry open her lips with his thumb and forefinger; for a long moment, water cascaded over her swollen nub, causing her lower body to quiver as she fought back against the rising orgasm. She clenched her jaw, teeth grinding together. As she exhaled, relaxing her hips, he stuck out his tongue. He took his time sliding in, just about driving her mad, but once he was all the way in he began to swirl around inside her heat while his lips fastened over her clit. He pulled back, and she screamed with reckless abandon. She always felt supremely self-aware when he was giving her oral stimulation – every nerve was a hot needle and her senses were razor sharp.
He'd once told her that she tasted like Irish tea mixed with peppermint. Hermione thought of this when his tongue swept through her thoroughly at the same time that his lips contracted, sending her into spasms of pleasure. The ground seemed to drop out beneath her, and she barely felt his hands cupping her waist to keep her upright. She was aware of someone screaming but it took her several seconds to realize it was her own voice. Slowly she let her knees give out and she sank to the floor with her back riding the wall. On his knees, Ron stroked his cock while he gazed at her.
"Have I worn you out yet?" he said with a smirk.
"We've got two weeks to make up for, Weasley. I'm nowhere near being worn out."
"I don't know, you looked pretty tired when I came in." Ron feigned skepticism.
"That was then, this is now."
"Don't you have to work in about four hours?"
"Depends on how much you wear me out," she replied, surprising even her. Ron grinned, bracing his arms on the wall above her shoulders while he leaned forward to position himself.
"So if I shag you enough, you might take the day off?" he arched a brow.
"Anything's possible." Hermione winked. "Now get to it."
Ron fucked her there on the floor of the shower, and then he took her to bed where they fucked again before they fell asleep with their limbs entangled and the covers pushed to the foot of the bed.
Needless to say Hermione didn't make it to work that morning. It was her first 'sick day' in two years.