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hg_reads (hg_reads) wrote in snark_n_bark,
@ 2008-02-14 20:23:00

Entry tags:

complete, hermione, ron

From Russia (or some other undisclosed classified location) with love
Characters: Ron, Hermione

Another victim. At least this one was alive.

Hermione put aside her copy of Jack Fraser's interview notes with Zach Smith's wife and wondered, not for the first time, how someone who hadn't even known about the Wizarding World until she was twenty-four had fought off Bellatrix Lestrange. She'd been tracking rumors, and Bella, for so long that Turner had deliberately sent her out of the country for a few weeks before she burned herself out the way she had tracking the Turescu gang.

It was a good thing. She was on the verge of cracking a forgery ring based out of a quaint little antique shop on the Via della Scala in Florence before they flooded the European Union with fake alchemical manuscripts, and she'd bought so many books about the Medici and the Italian Renaissance that even the tesseract compartment in her suitcase was about to explode. She'd brushed up on her Italian, seen great art and architecture, done good work, almost forgotten about Bellatrix...

And was about to miss her first Valentine's Day with Ron since they'd gotten back together.

"Bugger." Hermione flopped onto her back and stared up into the canopy of the four poster bed in her flat. The Squad had set her up in style, as befitted a wealthy, not especially intelligent tourist, and meant a huge, beautiful apartment in an old palazzo, a terrific wardrobe, plenty of euros...

And no Ron.

She closed her eyes and imagined what it might be like to have Ron here, right now, cuddling or making love or simply chatting. Leila would be with Molly, perhaps, or asleep in the fold-out bed in the next room. They'd have a bottle of wine, the candles would be lit, soft music on the wireless -

It was too much. She sat up, grabbed a quill and parchment, and started to scribble. A few minutes later she folded and sealed the letter, murmured a portkey-with-reply-privileges, and watched as it disappeared with a faint pop. Maybe she couldn't be with Ron on Valentine's Day, but her words would find him no matter where he was.

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	oz_keeper 2008-02-15 03:53 am UTC (link)
	"Is it? Well, perhaps you should show it to me?" His voice was a bit deeper than he remembered it and he took a deep drink from his glass to clear it. He waited until she was finished before taking her glass and setting both on a nearby table. The grin he shot her was just this side of wicked. "I hope you don't have anything planned, work wise tomorrow." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hg_reads 2008-02-15 04:14 am UTC (link)
	"Actually, no." Hermione took his hand and led him into the bedroom. The gauze curtains on the bed shimmered softly in the candlelight. "The local authorities are doing their part, starting tonight. All I have to do is wait." She sat down on the edge of the bed and held out her arms. "Missed you. Missed you so much - " (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oz_keeper
2008-02-15 09:59 pm UTC (link)

"Missed you too," he managed before he dropped onto the bed to join her. "S'not the same when you're gone. Leila gets cranky and," he paused and smiled a little, "so do I, come to that. But I'm working on helping her understand it all. So far, she's being very three about it, though."

Carefully, he manouevered them until his back was on the headboard and Hermione was in his arms, body pressed into his side. "Now this is more like it."

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hg_reads
2008-02-15 11:28 pm UTC (link)

"A bit. Only one thing I'd change." Hermione lifted her chin, fluttered her lashes, and banished his clothes from the waist up. She settled against his warm, solid body and sighed in bliss. "This is more like it."

The worst part about field work wasn't the danger, or having to be someone else for a day or a week or a month. It was going to bed alone, even in a beautiful flat in a beautiful city.

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	oz_keeper 2008-02-16 12:15 am UTC (link)
	He chuckled. "Oi, does your mum know you use spells like that?" Completely belying his tone, his arm tightened around her and he leaned down for another slow kiss. "It's going well then? You're work out here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hg_reads
2008-02-16 05:01 am UTC (link)

The kiss had to end sometime, but Hermione wasn't going to waste it by talking. She pulled away with a contented little sound, and kissed his chin before replying.

"Well enough. I should be home in a week or so - and yes, tell Leila that Mummy will bring her a present or two." She'd found a beautiful stuffed Marzocco that roared and cuddled, and had spent a few nights knitting a Gryffindor scarf for it. "I'd like to give her the main present myself, but there are a few little things you can take back to give to her."

She ran her hands through his hair and began kissing her way down his nose and cheek and chin. "I'll always come home, love. Always. I promise."

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oz_keeper
2008-02-17 01:04 am UTC (link)

"Best present will be having you home, but it'll take her a few years to get over the sheer mercenary bit of it, I'd wager," Ron chuckled. "That said, I'll take the little one to appease her until you're back. Until then, she's got Mrs Potter to entertain her when she's not over following Harry around." And he still hadn't quite become accustomed to seeing Harry's mother in his daughter's bedroom, and doubted he ever would.

He moved a little down the mattress and pulled at her shoulders until she was nearly laying across him. "Mmmm, nothing quite like a Hermione blanket to keep out the chilly air, I always say."

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	hg_reads 2008-02-17 03:20 am UTC (link)
	"Or a nice, warm Ron mattress." Hermione raised herself on her arms and shook her hair until it swished down about them like a curtain. "That's all I need right now." She guided his hands to her breasts, gasped at his touch. "All I need - yes, right there - " (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oz_keeper
2008-02-17 04:03 am UTC (link)

His eyes went dark when she guided his hands and rose to the request, his fingers caressed and kneaded. His thumb found her nipple and brought it to peak. A moment later, he replaced fingers with mouth, lavishing attention on each breast in turn.

He shifted their positions just enough to work the button and zip of his jeans free. It took a bit of manouevering, but he finally managed to push off jeans and pants then settled more fully over her. He kissed his way back to her mouth, groaning a bit against her lips when their mouths met fully.

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	hg_reads 2008-02-17 04:07 am UTC (link)
	Hermione clung to him, already close as he sucked and licked at her breasts. She managed to wriggle out of her nightgown as he kicked off his jeans, and rubbed against his thigh as he kissed her again and again. She stiffened as a climax swept through her, then fell back gasping and opened her legs. "Now. Please. Please." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	oz_keeper 2008-02-17 04:24 am UTC (link)
	Never able to deny her pleads for long, he shifted again, settled himself between her open legs and thrust into her in one long, slow push. He groaned her name against the warm skin of her neck and pressed soft kisses there as continued the slow pace, letting her body recover before increasing his pace. "Hermione," he breathed into her ear, "my Hermione." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hg_reads 2008-02-17 04:28 am UTC (link)
	She shuddered and wrapped herself about him, her ring flashing prisms in the candlelight. "My Ron. Mine all mine - " (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oz_keeper
2008-02-17 04:35 am UTC (link)

"Always," he answered, voice rough and low. "Always yours."

With his weight braced on his hands, he arched his back slightly to thrust inside her deeper still. Each push forward brought him closer and closer to the knife edge of release, but he was determined she would fall again, fall with him. Once he'd lowered back to cover her, one hand slid between their bodies and found her clit with searching fingers. He kissed along her jaw towards her ear and spoke, his voice a near growl. "With me, Hermione. Come with me."

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	hg_reads 2008-02-17 04:41 am UTC (link)
	"Yes - yes - She clawed at him, arching up against him as they peaked together. She couldn't speak, couldn't cry out, could scarcely breathe as she came. "Love - " She shuddered and buried her face against his shoulder. "Stay the night. Need you. Always." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oz_keeper
2008-02-17 04:49 am UTC (link)

On a pleasured sigh once the aftershocks had worn off, he lowered himself to cover her again. Most of his weight he kept on his arms to keep from crushing her because he wanted to stay joined with her as long as possible.

"Course I'll stay. Peanut's with Mum and all that's back home is a cold bed." He dropped his head and nuzzled at her neck. "This one's much warmer by far."

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	hg_reads 2008-02-17 04:55 am UTC (link)
	"We can't have you get cold." Hermione laughed and kissed the tip of his nose. She pulled the duvet up over them and snuggled close. "Even if Florence is ever so much warmer than London." She sighed and let herself relax completely in his arms. Happy Valentine's Day to us, she thought as she dozed off. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	oz_keeper 2008-02-17 05:01 am UTC (link)
	His arms came around her even as his brain drifted into sleep. Warm and sated, his mouth found her ear again. "Best Valentine's Day ever," he breathed. There was a long pause before he spoke again. "Love you." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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