wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-02-10 10:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, hermione, ron |
Special Delivery For: shocolate
Title: Worth It Though, Yeah?
Author/Artist: thesteppyone
Recipient's LJ name: shocolate
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Ron/Hermione, epilogue compliant
Word Count: 6,964
Warnings (if any): Sex, swearing, fluff.
Summary: Ron's awareness of sex has increased recently, but there is a perfectly good explanation. Honest!
Authors notes: My dear shocolate, I hope this is lovely enough for you. You gave me a wonderfully open 'brief' and I hope you like your smutty gift.
Thank you to my beta, you know who you are! :D
Worth It Though, Yeah?
Sex.
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.
Now, don't go all judgemental on me, I don't have sex on the brain constantly – my wife may disagree with that, but I still insist she is wrong – but recently my awareness of it has increased. Slightly.
Okay, a lot.
Someone once told me that alcohol was the reason behind and solution to all problems. Someone else then told me that sex was the reason behind and solution to all problems. Personally, I think both those people needed to learn the concept behind the phrase 'everything in moderation' and obviously neither of them were magical because, to be honest, magic is the reason behind and solution to all problems.
Sort of.
You know, life was much easier when the most complex decision I had to make regarding my sex life was which hand to use when wanking.
Around that time, of course, we went on our yearlong adventure and things were a little too scary for wanking or sex to be at the forefront of my mind. However, I was still seventeen so I was never far from a fleeting, familiar or prolonged thought about sex. Plus, I was never more than twenty feet from Hermione, which added to the thoughts about said subject.
Don't look at me like that! I loved her and was therefore allowed to think about her in that way, even though I blushed ridiculously when she caught me staring at her, or when she'd smile at me in a way she'd never done before.
However, spending a year in very close proximity with the girl I had fallen in love with and my best mate, in a tent for Merlin's sake, didn't give me much opportunity to wank. Which was unfortunate because, as I've already hinted at, Hermione was now firmly lodged in my – if I'm honest, rather naïve and very simple – sexual fantasies. Many a morning I woke up in my bunk and had to think of Hagrid, or Malfoy, or Hagrid and Malfoy… you get my drift.
Of course, I wasn't the only one wanking. Oh no. My best mate may have had the hopes of every single non-psychotic witch and wizard resting on his shoulders, but he still found the odd night to release his frustration in another way than stressing or snapping at Hermione or me.
See, Silencing Charms are all well and good, but there is nothing that can stop even the sturdiest of bunk beds from rocking to the rhythm of a man wanking. And let me assure you, we were not sleeping in the sturdiest of bunk beds. I remind you again, that we lived in a tent for a long time.
I ignored the fact that he was probably wanking over my little sister…
So, yes, I may be wandering off the point slightly, my point being about my heightened awareness of sex, but I'm just trying to paint you a picture here. I'm not sure if I should be concerned that I am painting you this picture or not…
Anyway.
I think I've established that I was not any more nor any less interested in sex than the average seventeen year old wizard, and I think that the same can be said of me now, except we need to change the age from seventeen to twenty-five.
Except it can't really.
The reason being, my darling Hermione is four and a half months pregnant. And is horny as hell.
Never in my life would I have thought that at twenty-five I would ever be able to become shagged out. You've got to at least live with the hope that that doesn't happen until you need to have a rest after walking up a flight of stairs. You're open to the fact that this may, possibly happen many, many years before that, but twenty-five? No way in hell!
I would never admit this to Hermione, because she would have hexed my bollocks off regardless of the fact that she wishes to shag me every forty-seven and a half minutes, but I'm quite glad to be on a ten-day assignment with five other Aurors. I need time to recuperate and regroup!
About three weeks ago, everything was fine. Hermione was still suffering a bit from morning sickness, but the worst had passed – thank Merlin – and I noticed a small increase in the amount of times we were having sex. I was rather happy because the term 'morning sickness' is a lie and Hermione was worse at night when I was nice and warm and comfortable in bed and wanted nothing more than to shag her senseless. So things were almost back to normal and Little Ron was glad to be back home.
I'm sorry, that was a bit weird and a little sappy. I do apologise.
Things started to get intense at my month late birthday celebrations. They were a month late because Mum wanted to make a big deal of my birthday for some reason – maybe because it's my last one before becoming a dad, or some other reason I'll never understand – and that was the only weekend the majority of the family were free. Plus, by the time it had been put back to the third weekend in March, it just seemed easier to combine my birthday celebrations with George's.
It was about six o'clock and everyone had been fed too much and eaten too much cake, not that anyone was complaining! I kept looking over at Hermione, and she always looked a little flustered. I put that down to the room being warm – the Burrow was never cold – and she'd been complaining of being warm for the few days previous, but then she'd see me looking at her and, although her cheeks were already red, I knew she was blushing. She'd smile guiltily, give me a small wave and then turn away.
Ten minutes later, I was dying for a piss so I made my way upstairs. When I'd finished, I opened the door of the bathroom to find Hermione standing there. I couldn't so much as form a question in my head before she had stepped forward and kissed me, forcing me to step back into the bathroom. She shut the door with a flick from her foot without breaking the kiss.
'Mmph…mi…me!'
'What?' she asked, stopping the kisses for a second before starting again.
I managed to pull away from her and hold her shoulders to stop her pouncing again.
'Not that I'm in any way complaining, but what's going on?'
She blushed again.
'Sorry, it's just, well, I'm feeling a little…'
She blushed some more.
'My darling wife, I do believe you are blushing!'
She pushed my shoulder, seemed to think about something and then started kissing me again.
Again I managed to hold her away from me.
'Hermione Weasley, are you feeling horny and want to shag me senseless in my parents' house?'
'Well I was hoping we could go home first, less chance of someone walking in on us and mentally scarring a family member for life, you know?'
She had a point.
'Come on, Ron, we've been here all day. I've had to watch you being all gracious and thankful all day long and you're rather irresistible when behaving that way. Can't we just go home and have a nice relaxing evening which entails not leaving the bedroom?'
I couldn't help but grin. She still had a point, we'd been here since half ten and I was getting a little tired. Bill, Fleur and Victoire had already left so I suppose we could make our excuses as well. The one advantage of having a pregnant wife is people expect sudden bouts of tiredness or a need to go and rest.
So we managed to leave without too many protests, Harry looked relieved, if one of the birthday boys had left that meant he could. Ginny had gone home early, oh, wait, I haven't mentioned Ginny's pregnant again too, have I? Arse. Well, there you are, my baby sister's going to drop another sprog about a month and a bit after Hermione, should they be good little babies and play by the rules.
So, yes, I'm wandering off the point again. We managed to leave the celebrations and did exactly as Hermione wanted – we stayed in the bedroom all evening, except when getting food and visiting the bathroom. It was a wonderful night; I lost count of how many times we had sex, Hermione didn't of course, she tells me it was five, which I think is a record. Thankfully, we didn't have to get up at all the next day, as it was a Sunday.
Well, I had promised to pop in at the Burrow in the afternoon and I managed it some time around tea time. Dad was in the garden looking up at one of the second floor windows when I arrived and he grinned at me when I yawned and didn't bother trying to hide it.
'Late night, Ron?' he asked.
Not wishing to tell my dad the exact reason for my tiredness, I gave the very vague answer of 'yeah, something like that.'
He chuckled which for some reason unnerved me. There was a certain look of knowing in his eyes which I tried hard to ignore.
'How's Hermione? Morning sickness all gone, now?'
'Yeah! She's fine now, thank Merlin. That was not pleasant.'
'No, your mum only got it badly with Ginny, which was lucky. I don't think she would have had seven children if it had been that bad the first time round.'
'Yeah, Hermione keeps saying she reserves the right to take back the concept of her having more than one child until after this one's born.'
He laughed out loud.
'So, she's what? Five months now?'
'Four and a half.'
'Uh huh!'
He was still staring at the window, or was pretending to be, and I knew he was holding back on something, and I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to know what it was or not. Thankfully I yawned and my memory went back to why I was tired and I found myself grinning stupidly.
'Your mother was the same.'
I blinked.
'Huh?' I replied.
'Your mother… she was the same, every single time.'
I shook my head. 'Dad, I have no idea what you're on about.'
He smiled as if remembering something. I got that slight uneasy feeling.
'When your mother was pregnant, at about five months she became… well, let's just say I had a lot of very late nights.'
'Dad! I don't-! That's not… Da-a-ad!' I was whining like a five year old and knew it; I think I had just cause in all fairness.
He just stood there and laughed.
'Take it while you can, son. When the baby arrives you'll be either too tired or too wrapped up in nappies and feeding and sleeping patterns and washing to do anything else.'
He smiled and I scuffed my shoe in the mud.
'It's worth it though, isn't it?'
He beamed at me again.
'Every second.'
Which was a comfort to hear. Seeing as though it was a non-reversible situation.
So, apparently Hermione's behaviour wasn't out of the ordinary, which was comforting. Sort of.
I've been away for four days now, and a combination of Hermione and Harry made my second night here very memorable, even though I'd really like to not remember it.
All of us are in a very posh hotel near Villeneuve on the west coast of France and since I've been here I haven't said one word of French. What with English staff and the Aurors and Magical Law Enforcement personnel all being English except for one Dutch bloke whose English is better than mine, it seems a little pointless making a fool of yourself trying to speak French. Well, I'd probably make a fool of myself trying to speak French. I'm sure everyone else would be fine!
I'd been here all of 30 hours and I was in the bar with the entire group of Ministry Officials who were here to enjoy the Champagne... sorry, I mean the very enthralling and informative training courses were on, and I had just knocked back my third Firewhisky when the 'Emergency Only' Muggle mobile phone in my pocket started making a noise and vibrating.
At first I didn't hear the noise over the general volume of the bar area and I thought my arse had gone into a very quick spasm when I felt the vibrations. After realising that it was unlikely my arse could spasm that quickly and probably wouldn't do it in such a rhythmical way, my mind turned to the possibility that it was the phone Hermione gave me for emergencies.
I pulled the small piece of plastic out of my jeans pocket and stared at it. Apparently it had problems - probably because of the huge amount of magic in the room - because it flickered and died.
Sighing, and feeling a little apprehensive as to why Hermione was calling me on the 'Emergency Only' phone, I turned to Harry and told him that I was just going upstairs. I thought that away from a lot of magic the phone may suddenly spring back into life.
As it happened I was right, and once I had worked out to switch the damn thing on again - Hermione had told me at one point, I think - it started making a noise and vibrating again. Putting my infallible logic into gear I pressed the green button - green means good, yes? - and heard Hermione's voice coming out of the tiny speaker.
'Hermione? What's wrong?'
'Why would anything be wrong? And good evening to you, too, Ron!'
'There would be something wrong because we named this thing the Emergency Phone, so sorry for thinking there may be some sort of emergency when you phone me on it!'
'Oh. Right. Yes, well, there's no need to worry, everything's fine.'
I flopped down on the bed, having been pacing for the past minute.
'So if there's nothing the matter, then why are you calling me?'
'I miss you and wanted to talk to you, that's all.'
My initial bit of anger abated when she said that. When I wasn't arsing around with Harry and my other colleagues, I did feel a bit guilty about leaving her for two weeks on her own.'
'Oh, okay, what do you want to talk about?'
She went quiet.
'Hermione?'
'Are you on your own?'
'Yeah...'
'In your room?'
'Yes. Hermione, what's going on?'
'I just thought... that we could... try something.'
I frowned; I was rather confused.
'Try something?
'Yes. Try something.'
'Try what?'
I laid down on the bed and rubbed my eyes with the heel on my palm.
'Phone sex.'
Never been one to mince words, my wife. At this I sat upright again, eyes wide.
'Phone...sex...' my brain was having difficulty understanding the concept. I took the phone from my ear and looked at it. Whether I thought it was going to suddenly turn into a life size plastic version of Hermione, I don't know. As it happened, nothing did, it stayed looking like a small, plastic mobile phone. I put it back to my ear.
'I don't understand.'
I heard a small sigh from Hermione.
'Well, it's masturbation, but we tell each other what we're doing and that should help us to imagine things and help bring us to climax.'
As I said, never one to mince her words.
'So...' I think the Firewhisky hit my brain right about then. 'I have to lie here and wank off while you tell me about how you're fiddling with yourself.'
Surely a guilt free wank wasn't going to come out of this.
'Whilst I'm pleasuring myself, yes.'
'But you don't like me wanking!'
Don't ask me why I was arguing. I'm going to blame the alcohol I had consumed.
'As you know perfectly well, Ronald, I have no issue with you wanking as long as you clean up after yourself and you don't do it while I'm trying to fall asleep!'
Seriously. Not even sturdy beds can disguise the motion.
'If you don't want to, then I'll leave you in peace!'
Even though I couldn't see her, I knew she'd just folded her arms as best she could while holding a phone.
'I never said that, my love. It's just a little bit... weird and we normally only try weird sexual things together where I can be distracted by you reading the instructions! I'm on my own here and I have no idea what I'm doing!'
She went quiet for a few seconds.
'Right, well, seeing as though it was my idea, I'll start. You just lie down and listen and, if you feel like joining in, then interrupt me.'
I laid down on the bed, still feeling a little weird about the whole thing.
'I'm wearing the red underwear you like.'
I blinked and for some reason, relaxed a little.
'I thought... thought you said you were too big for that bra now.'
'Oh, well, I suppose I am. I do look as if I'm about to spill out of it.'
I bit back a small moan. Hermione's breasts are wonderful, and now that they're that bit bigger they're even more wonderful. While she is frustrated that her bras don't fit her anymore, I just let the image of a bra straining to hold them fill my mind.
'You say that like it's a bad thing.'
She chuckled.
'Well, tonight it isn't, gives me easier access to my nipples.'
Despite her calm voice, I knew my girl had just blushed and that, more than anything, gave me confidence.
'Play with them,' I heard myself say.
'Okay. If you were here would you be gentle or rough with them?'
'Mmm, rough, if you want.'
'MmmHmm.'
Within seconds my cock had woken up and wanted to join in the party.
'Little Ron misses you.'
'I miss him, too, and I thought you objected to me calling him 'Little' Ron.'
'Yeah, but 'Big Ron' sounds like something from a bad porn magazine. Not that I've ever read any porn, of course.'
I often pretended that I'd never seen porn in my life and she pretended to believe me. It was an understanding we had.
'You do have a point. Give him a kiss from me.'
'Hermione, believe me, if I could do that, my wanking as a teenager would have been much more interesting!'
She giggled.
'What do you want me to do now?' she asked. I hesitated, not really knowing what I wanted her to do. 'Do you want me to take the bra off?'
'No! Leave it on, I like it when you wear that underwear. You know I'd have you wear it all the time if I could!'
'I know, however this is - especially at the minute - the most impractical underwear for everyday use.'
'Why is sexy clothing and underwear always impractical?'
'Because, generally, practical means a lot of fabric and sexy does not, therefore, there is a conflict of interests from the start.'
'Good point.'
'What's your right hand doing?'
I'd started stroking myself without even realising it.
'Oh, um, it's saying hello to Little Ron.'
'Are you doing it slowly or quickly?'
I smiled. 'Slowly to start, like always. I wish you were here licking my balls.'
'I wish you were here shagging me senseless!' she said with a sigh.
I felt guilty again.
'I know, but I'll make it up to you when I get back. So...' I decided to take the initiative. 'How about you venture south and pretend it's me touching you. Pretend I'm kissing your breasts, licking around your nipple before sucking on it, then moving down your stomach, kissing my way down...'
I heard her moan. I swear it's hot when she does it normally, but for some reason I found it the most erotic thing ever. I have no idea how that works psychologically. Maybe it's because I wanted to see her and couldn't, that whole 'wanting what you can't have' thing.
The pace of my right hand increased as she told me what she was doing, how she was touching herself, imagining I was hovering over her, teasing her. I could feel the tension building inside me and made myself stop for a minute. As is engraved inside my brain, I would always make sure my Hermione was satisfied first.
I didn't have to wait long though. Unfortunately, at around that time two very mood breaking things happened.
Firstly, Hermione's magic flared as she neared orgasm and her voice started to break up. Well, her moaning started to break up. Even with the random silences her voice had my hand back to my cock and working a fierce rhythm. Just as I heard Hermione climax and I was trying to catch her up, the door slammed open and Harry walked in the room.
'Ron? Is everythi-AH! NO! Merlin, Ron!'
In my haste to get rid of the phone, and my cock from Harry's view I managed to get caught in the bed sheet and fall off the bed in a big heap.
Not my finest moment.
'God, Ron! Even if you couldn't be bothered with the small physical exertion that is moving the tiny bolt across the door, you know how to lock a room with a flick of your wrist! A movement you're very familiar with!'
I managed to zip up my fly and come out from the sheet without doing myself further injury.
Harry was still looking at the ceiling.
'You can look now,' I mumbled. I could feel my face getting redder by the second.
He turned and shut the door behind him.
'Um, you'd been gone a while and I was worried there was something wrong. Sorry for... interrupting.'
He smirked; I begrudgingly smirked back.
'It's all Hermione's fault!' I exclaimed, instantly defending myself and not caring that I was possibly about to embarrass my wife. 'Apparently she's... missing me and felt the need to have a mutual wanking session via this...'
I retrieved the phone from the bedsheet. Harry looked at it and frowned.
'You were having Phone Sex?'
'You've heard of Phone Sex?'
'Of course I have! I was brought up by Muggles! Is this the first time you've done it?'
'Yes! If I'd known I was about to be told to have a wank by my wife, I'd have remembered to lock the door!'
Harry tilted his head and gave a nod of agreement.
'Have you and Gi-... your wife ever done this?'
Me and Harry have an understanding, if we're talking about sex then I pretend he's not talking about doing things to my little sister and he pretends I'm not talking about the woman he's seen as a sister since he was about thirteen.
'Nah, she looks at me weird on the odd occasion I actually look at my phone. I think she'd find the whole concept very bizarre. She's mentioned trying something via the Floo before, but when I'm away with work we're not connected to the Floo network, so the idea kind of falls on its arse.'
I nodded thoughtfully, wondering how long I would have to put up with whatever ways Hermione thought of to get us to have sex or something like the debacle that had just taken place.
'Last time Ginny was pregnant, was she... you know... like Hermione is... at the minute?'
Harry grinned. 'You mean did she want to shag me every hour on the hour and did I sometimes get a little scared about the prospect of going home at the end of the day knowing she hadn't had sex since the morning? Yes, Gin was the same.'
'Well, that makes three then. Maybe it's the Weasley genes in the unborn child.'
'Three? Who else had this issue?'
'Mum, apparently.'
Harry wrinkled his nose. 'I didn't need to know that!'
'Me neither, but Dad was adamant on sharing. Not a conversation I ever want to have again!'
I took a deep breath and sighed realising how tired I was.
'I'm not gonna not be tired for a year, aren’t I?'
Harry frowned, working out what I had just asked.
''Fraid not. Once the sex phase is over, chances are Hermione'll be uncomfortable until Mini Granger-Weasley is born, and then you're in for a whole world of pain.'
I pulled my face into a fake smile.
'Thanks for that, Harry.'
He laughed. 'Nah, it's weird to start with. You're one of two people who is responsible for this tiny thing that you have to be with all the time, and sometimes you don't know how to make it stop crying or make it go to sleep, but then you look at him and he's perfect and you wouldn't change it for the world.'
'What if...?' My question had left my mouth before I could stop it. I turned red. 'What if I do it wrong? What if I hurt it, or feed it wrong, or not read the wet nappy sign and I think it needs feeding or something? What if I'm a crap Dad?'
I looked at the floor.
'Ron...' He moved off from leaning against the wall and plonked himself down next to me. 'I said the exact same things to Ginny, your dad, Hermione and you! You all told me that it would all be okay and not expect myself to do things perfect, because I'm not perfect and nothing in this world is. I didn't believe a word any of you was saying to me, just as you'll still have doubts if I try and reassure you now. I can't sit here and be the voice of experience because James is still only tiny and I'm still learning how to work him out!'
I nodded, recalling the conversation I'd had with Harry as Ginny was in labour. He was - to put it accurately - absolutely shitting it. He had rambled on at high volume for five minutes outside St. Mungo's and I almost had to slap him to get him to calm down. Luckily the threat of a slap stopped me needing to actually slap him.
I'd grabbed him by the shoulders and shouted at him, and from then, he was calmer. The next time I'd seen him was when he was holding James. I'd never seen him look so scared, but never had I seen him so happy.
'And anyway, you've had James to practice on; you look after him for us when we ask.'
'Yeah! But I can hand him back to you and you can undo what I ballsed up!'
He laughed out loud. 'Ron, I assure you, the only thing I have ever had to undo was the first time you put a nappy on him. You'd put it on back to front and it took me far too long to realise why it wasn't doing its job properly! If I'd been all experienced I would've noticed right away!'
I smiled. 'I think at that time I was just happy to get something on him.'
Harry chuckled and I started to relax.
'You'll be a great dad, Ron. I promise.'
I nodded and ignored the tears burning in my eyes. What was wrong with me?
Harry clapped me on the back and stood up.
'Right, we have to be up early in the morning for training... fancy another drink?'
And so we did. As much as the him-catching-me-wanking thing had not been good, the conversation after had reassured me, and I was now about one percent more calm about the whole being a Dad thing. However, if I think about it too much I start to panic again, so I've stopped thinking about it. I'm going to keep it all bottled up until Hermione's giving birth and then Harry can repay the calming down favour and threaten to slap me.
So, here I sit in the hotel bar once more, watching the people chat and make small talk. I watch Harry take his wallet out for the third time this evening and show another person the picture of Gin and James in there. I imagine me doing that next year, proudly showing off pictures of my girl and our baby. Don't tell anyone, but I can feel myself welling up again. Seriously, this needs to stop.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and I look around. One of the hotel staff is holding out a piece of parchment.
'For you, Mister Weasley.'
'Oh, thanks!'
I take it off him and unfold it.
You have a visitor waiting in reception.
Regards, Reception Staff.
I have to admit that for some reason I'm panicking. What if there's something wrong? Hermione's ill or there's something wrong with the baby. I try and find Harry in the crowd but I can't find him. I nearly fall off the bar stool as I try to make my way through the hotel to reception as quickly as possible.
I'm not expecting Hermione to be stood there waiting for me when I very ungracefully fall through the door.
My mind goes into overdrive. Maybe she's fine because she's here, but then that means someone else could be ill and they've sent Hermione to come and get me and Harry. Maybe it's Ginny that's ill...
'Hermione?' I manage to say weakly, the worry obvious in my voice.
'What's wrong?' she asks, her facial expression turning to one of worry.
'What do you mean, what's wrong? What are you doing here? Is everything okay? You? The baby?' I instinctively put my hand on her stomach but my eyes don't leave hers.
'Ron, calm down! I'm fine and the baby's fine.' I breathe a sigh of relief but then realise that means that the reason that she's here is because another member of the family is ill and I need to get home as soon as possible.
'Who is it?' I ask, heart pounding and blood rushing to my head.
'Who's what? Ron you're starting to scare me!'
'Who's ill Hermione? Why else would you be here except to deliver bad news?'
'Bad news? Ron, I'm here because I wanted to see you, not to deliver bad news.'
I stared at her, the possibility that everything might actually be okay filtering through my overactive brain.
'You're positive everyone's all right, no one's ill or been injured, and you and the baby are definitely okay?'
'Yes, Ron! I promise I'm not here because I have bad news.'
I nodded and started to feel faint. I'd only really done this once before and that was after Fred had died. I'd got a head rush, could only hear buzzing in my ears and went really light headed. I don't actually faint, I just have to breathe deeply and lie down for a bit.
'I need to lie down.'
Hermione's eyes widen and she shepherds me up the stairs to my room.
I land heavily on the bed and Hermione puts a pillow under my feet. After a couple of minutes my hearing comes back and I can see fine.
'M'sorry,' I mumble.
'Normally when your wife surprises you by coming to see you when you're away, she expects a better reception than that!'
She smiles but looks a little guilty. She shuffles up the bed and lies down next to me. I put my arm around her and kiss her hair.
'Yeah, sorry about that, I just presumed that you would only be here because I had to come home now because someone was ill or injured. I think I was still in Auror mode, we only got off an hour ago.'
'I'm sorry for scaring you, believe me that was not my intention.'
'So how come you're here? I thought this was top secret and only Auror staff were permitted to be here.'
'There's a lecture tomorrow that some of the more senior personnel in the Department of Magical Law have been invited to attend. The portkey was ten minutes ago and there will be one going home at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon.'
'Hermione Weasley, did you sneak in here pretending to be on Ministry business?'
She grins at me. 'I thought you'd like that idea!'
'Did you?' I ask, still not believing her.
She screws up her nose and shakes her head. 'No!' she says with a laugh. 'My boss asked me if I wanted to attend because it's partly relevant to the case we're working on. I've got an official pass and everything!'
I sigh. 'And here's me thinking you broke the rules just so you could come and shag me senseless!'
'Well, if it makes you feel better, once I found out about the lecture I was determined to be on the list for the portkey. I had my speech to my boss all worked out in my head and everything so he'd let me come!'
'You naughty thing, you!'
I lean over and kiss her and she lets the quietest moan escape her. A second later she's sucking on my tongue and kissing me like she hadn't seen me in months as opposed to four days. I suppose these things are equal to a horny, pregnant woman. I'm not going to complain.
'Lock the...' she kisses me again, '...door,' I say, waving in the general direction. I hear the door close and lock and grin. Suddenly, as if she's reading my mind, she stops kissing me and leans on her side.
'Did you enjoy the other night? I know the phone died as I… climaxed, so I didn't get to hear if you had, but did you like it?'
'Um, yeah, I did... until Harry walked in and ruined the mood.'
She's gone bright red. 'Does he know about the...'
I nod and laugh at her scandalised face.
'Just be glad it was Harry and not anyone else!'
'Yes, you may have a point there. And in all fairness Ginny and I share most things anyway.'
I was going to exclaim at this statement, but she's kissing me again and I'm having trouble thinking, let alone talking. She shifts so she's straddling me, but doesn't stop kissing me. She pulls my t-shirt up my body and I sit up so she can pull it off me. It's now that I realise that she's still wearing her travelling cloak. This is not acceptable.
I unbutton the cloak and throw it to the floor, I look back at her and the realisation that she is only wearing a bra underneath hits me.
It's her red bra. But I'm confused, it fits properly.
'Did you enlarge it?' I ask.
She smiles. 'No, I bought another one, I know the idea of my falling out of my bra made Little Ron come out to play,' she rocks against my groin, 'but it did look a little ridiculous and with the portkey journey, who knows what would have happened!'
I grin.
'Oh, how long left until you can't use a portkey anymore?'
'When I'm six months, not long until then actually.'
I stroke down her body and rest my hand on her bump. It's not very big, but definitely present.
'The time'll fly by, you know,' I say with a smile.
'I know, soon we’ll have a tiny person to look after. It's all a bit scary, really.'
'A bit?'
'Okay, a lot, but it'll be worth it.'
I beam. 'It will.'
She leans down and kisses me. My hands wander into her hair and then down her back. I find the zip on the back of her skirt and slide it down. She wriggles and I manage to push it over her hips.
Reluctantly she stops kissing me and slides the skirt down her legs. At this point I notice she's wearing stockings as well.
'Oh, Merlin above!'
She smirks at me and straddles me once more. She unbuckles my belt and frees my cock from my jeans and boxers. Slowly she squeezes it and my eyes close. They open pretty quickly when she takes me in her mouth.
'Fuck! Yes!' I hiss, as she takes me further into her mouth.
She pulls back and circles my cock with her tongue, then she sucks on it hard and squeezes her lips around the bit just below the head where she knows the sensations drive me crazy.
She carries on for what feels like forever, but obviously can't be. I'm starting to feel a little guilty that I'm not doing anything but lie here, so I open my eyes and sit up.
'C'mere,' I say as she looks up at me through the hair that has fallen forwards during her ministrations.
I kiss her and push my tongue into her mouth. She clamps her lips around it and sucks. We break apart, both panting a little.
'My jeans need to come off!' I say, and Hermione gets off me so I can do just that. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and then shuffle backwards so I’m at the other side of the really quite big double bed and my back's against the wall.
Hermione straddles me again.
'Do you want me to take the underwear off yet?'
She looks sexy in it, believe me, but I really need to be able to suck on her nipples, and I can't when they're covered up.
'Please.'
She looks around her and finds my wand on the far edge of the double bed. She reaches backwards and with a wave of her wand she's straddling me naked.
Immediately I attach my lips to her breast and suck on her nipple. She shifts and I can feel her putting my cock at her entrance. She slowly lowers herself and a groan escapes from me.
'God, I've missed you!' she says as her head falls back. I suck on her neck and she lifts herself up and then lowers herself again.
I need to shag her senseless, and I need to do it now.
I take her hand and place it above my shoulder on the wall, bend my legs up behind her and grab her hips.
'Touch yourself,' I say and her right hand starts its well practiced motion between us.
My hips go into overdrive and I thrust into her. I'll never get tired of being here. Here, inside my wife sending her crazy with pleasure.
She's close, I can tell, she's panting now; she's making those beautiful noises that sent me crazy the other night.
'Oh God, Ron! I'm coming! Ron!'
My hips must be a blur, and I'm sure I'm marking Hermione's skin, I'm holding onto her so hard. She's clenching around me and I know I'm about to come.
She looks down on me and I stare into her eyes.
'Come for me,' she whispers, and I do.
'Fuck! Yes! Hermione! God! Love you! Fuck!'
It's a good thing I have the wall behind me, because I'd collapse otherwise.
Hermione peels me off the wall and holds me, kissing my hair.
I purposely fall sideways and she laughs after the small squeal of surprise.
'Worth the journey, then?' I ask with a smile.
'Always.'