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Hermione Granger was very wound up and tensed at any given time, but one could hardly fault her that when she had been no more than eighteen during the war.
The constant state of vigilance had a terrible repercussion on her health and she would often flinch when anyone approached her unawares.
Even the slightest hold on her shoulder would have her pinning the person against a wall with her wand whipped out and aimed at the bob of their throat.
But Ron was used to it now. The side of his lips tugged up in a smirk and his blue eyes glittered with mischief.
"About to murder me, 'mione?" he teased and she rolled her eyes with a huff, pulling back and stuffing her wand away.
"Stop." She crossed to the set of books she had been going through on her table before he had interrupted her. His low chuckle from behind her made her smile and she had come to expect his heavy footfall following her, that would pause for a moment to admire her from behind before he closed the distance. Strong arms bound around her waist from behind, his face tucked into the crook of her neck.
Breathing her in like she was the only thing keeping her alive since their awful days in the war.
In a way, she had.
They had been solace for each other in their darkest days, the nights when the fear came about in darkness. Kicking and screaming at an unseeing foe, only to have that familiar love whispered urgently into their skin.
I'm here. I won't leave. Never again.
And here they were, years later, with the same soft caresses and the gentle graze of lips on shoulders. Slow squeeze of her arms and a kiss where her neck met her shoulder.
A shiver ran down her back and she felt him smile against her skin.
"Cat got your tongue, 'mione?" Her boyfriend purred, so very obviously smug about the reaction he'd elicited from her. She hummed, her eyes falling shut and tried to keep the flush from her cheeks.
They had never stopped bickering, even though they had been together for years now and she couldn't bear to let him one up her this time around. But right now her mind was buzzing with work and research for the book she was writing. Witty retorts were the last thing on her mind right now.
But there was one thing she could do...
The thought made her cheeks burn brighter and Ron laughed again, thinking it was because of him and his teasing.
Oh, the terrible tease he was. Still very respectful of the boundary she had laid down. For there was not to be sex till she was comfortable. And now at twenty-two, she willed herself the courage.
If only to shut him up this time.
So she turned in the circle of his arms and gave him a deceptively soft smile that made him arch a brow.
"Ronald." She tilted her head to a side with a sweet smile. "You've been so very... Naughty. Have you not?"
He tsked, grinning wide. "Best you can do?"
"No." She slid her hand down to cup the placket of his trousers, earning herself a gasp and now she was the one grinning. "Maybe this is?"
His sharp canine bit down on his feral grin. "You sure?"
She nodded, holding his gaze. Watch those blue eyes she loved so much and for so long turn into something she had only had a glimpse of before. Because he had been careful even when he had wanted her for so long.
"Fuck, yes." One sweep of his arm and the books on her table crashed onto her floor.
"Ron!" But Hermione gasped when he scooped her up and planted her on the table, pushing himself between her legs and his face back into her neck, kissing a path up to her ear before he tugged the lobe with his teeth.
"Sorry." He sighed, pressing her face into the side of hers and her arms made their way around his neck. "I'll make it up to you. Promise. But right now I need you. Merlin, I need you."
The feel of him rocking against her jeans made her suck in a breath and she let it out slowly before she turned to him, searching for his lips and he met hers eagerly.
They kissed away the aches of the past and the worries of the future, nuzzling their love in the promise of the now.
"You can have me," She murmured against his mouth and he groaned, the buldge of him against her, somehow growing larger and for a minute she panicked because how much bigger could it get?
"Hermione." She looked up into his eyes and somehow he knew that was what she needed. The tension in her shoulders ebbed away, soothed by the rub of his palms against her sides under the t-shirt she had on. "I'll make it good for you. I promise, darling."
"I know you will."
They met again in a clash of lips and hands, fumbling with buttons and stewing clothes around the study. And Hermione pressed her thighs together after Ron peeled off her jeans and knickers together in one go, then took a step back to enjoy the view.
"Gorgeous." His eyes greedily taking in her curves. The he knelt down in front of her, hands on her thighs.
Always stroking, reassuring her.
"It's going to be okay." He looked up at her. "I just want a taste."
Her cheeks burned as she sat there, nails digging into the side of the table, but she gave in anyway. Spreading herself open to him. He groaned at the sight and buried his face between her thighs, making her squeak.
"You smell so good, Hermione." The slow stroke of his tongue along her slit had her eyes rolling back and a moan spilling out from her lips. "So bloody good."
"Ron," She whimpered, her fingers in his hair, tightening as he laved his tongue on her. "Ron."
He hummed into her core, those vibrations adding to the ecstacy it was to feel his tongue against her and she cursed herself for waiting so long.
"Ron, please!" She tugged at his hair, her legs shaking as he slurped her, his tongue circling her clit and a finger sliding into her. It was all so wonder and yet too much.
She couldn't—
A scream rippled out from her throat when she came, the stars erupting in the darkness of her eyes and he kept lapping at her, wanting every drop.
Hermione was trying to catch her breath when he stood up to his full height, his boxers pulled tight against his raging hard on with a damp spot against the navy blue bearing testimony to the leaking cock hidden beneath it.
A soft kiss on her curls and a ragged whisper. "We don't have to."
She shook her head. "No. I want it all."
She vanished his boxers with a snap of her fingers and watched in amazement as his cock slapped against his abdomen, now freed from the prison of cloth. It was thicker than she had expected, with a small curve to the left and a pearl beading at its tip.
It was a gorgeous sight, twitching before her and she reached out to wrap her fingers around it's girth. "I want it."
Softer now, but more determined.
She led him down into her, watched him push in ever so slowly. Kissing her to remind her that he loved her and she knew he was holding back.
"Faster," She begged because the stretch of him was so good. It was a warm slide, hurting only at the first stretch of his thick head and he paused when he noticed, allowing her a moment before he pushed in again. The pleasure that followed was earth shattering, her nails tearing a tale of passion into his back as she scooted closer to take more of him that he allowed.
A chiding nip on her ear but she giggled, tightening her legs around him.
"Bossy little thing," Ron grunted before he moved, in and out at a slow, steady pace. "Unbelievable."
She smirked. "I want it all, Ron. Is that all you can give me?"
He bit down on her shoulder hard before pulling back just enough to keep his tip in and then slammed down the whole way, making her head lol back and her arms go slack.
"Not even close, 'mione," He chuckled, looping an arm around her back to keep her steady, the other hand a tight hold on her thigh.
He fucked her hard, making her come on his cock before he joined her, uttering a litany of swears when her walls squeezed down on him. Milking him out.
"Fuck." He rasped, hands on her either sides, holding him up. His eyes grew wide when he realised what had happened, pulling his limp self out of her dripping heat. "Fuck... The spell — I..."
"I'm on Muggle contraception." Hermione purred, kissing his cheek and he laughed lowly, shaking his head.
"Clever witch."
