wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2010-02-23 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, 2010, hermione, lavender, ron |
Special delivery for cmeeks51
Title: The Birthday Boy
Author:
Recipient's LJ name: cmeeks51
Pairing(s): Ron/Hermione/Lavender
Rating: NC17
Summary For Ron’s 35th birthday, he wants something a little bit unconventional, but can his wife get on board?
Word Count: 2088
Warnings/Content: bondage, anal, toys, pwp, D/s, a very, very small amount of femslash.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.
Author's notes: I’m hoping that you enjoy this one cmeeks51, it was very fun to write :). Thanks to K for betaing, it was much appreciated.
It’s over breakfast one morning that he asks her. It’s February of course, and the kids are at Hogwarts so it’s just the two of them at the table. She’s got the paper, her nose buried in the business section, and Ron has the comics, as per their usual morning routine. It’s like every other morning (besides Ron playing footsie with her under the table like they were teenagers again) until he breaks the silence.
“I, uh, had an idea at work yesterday for what I want for my birthday…” Ron begins hesitantly.
Hermione looks up from her paper, one eye brow raised. “Oh really, what?”
Ron chuckles nervously. “Well, I overheard some other blokes talking about what his wife had gotten him for his own birthday….”
When Ron pauses, Hermione urges him on with her hand. “Well, go on then, what did she give him?”
Ron shakes his head, looking morose. “You probably won’t go for it.”
She scoffs. “I doubt that... besides I’ve been thinking about what to get you and drawing a blank.” She imagines what the woman might have given her husband and envisions the perfectly average birthday gifts, safe things, vanilla things.
Suddenly, Ron grins mischievously, the boyish expression on his face making his cobalt eyes sparkle which then sends her heart careening in her chest. “Well…” he begins, “it’s like this….”