Impatient
Title: Impatient
Genre: Romance (some angst)
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17 (language, we are dealing with Ron after all, and sexy times)
Word Count: 3547
Prompt: Old story found on the computer, adapted to my liking.
A/N: Not betaed (first time and all) so please attribute all mistakes to my lack of patience ( :p) and perhaps poor understanding of English grammar etc. As canon as possible ( I hope), suggestions welcomed and VERY appreciated!
***
The leather chair near the fireplace has definitely been the most comfortable piece of furniture Ron ever owned. In fact, it was so comfortable that even when he tried the couch he would find himself back on the soft and smooth surface of his favorite within a few minutes. There was just something about that ragged old chair that would make him feel warm and relaxed in an instant. And yes, it looked horrible, with patches missing and unidentifiable spots, and naturally Hermione had often suggested he dispose of it entirely, but it felt so good how his tall body fit in the dents perfectly that he was sure he would never part with it. It was one of the few things, very few things, that he simply would not get rid of, ever.
However, as he bit off a huge chunk from his bacon and cheese sandwich, he shifted slowly and couldn't help but moan in response to the burning pricks of pain in his back. Of course the pain was not due to his beloved chair, the cause of this particular pain was now using the shower down the hall, the clattering water making that loud ruffling noise that carried all the way through the flat into the living room.
Ron winced as he moved and shifted, trying to rest his back in a way it would cause him the least discomfort before taking another bite from his sandwich and involuntarily grinned. Hermione could be a fiery storm that ravaged his body on many occasions but he believed last night was the first time she actually drew blood from him to this extent. Her short but sharp nails had savagely attacked the muscles on his back and the mirror was relentless and unforgiving this morning, displaying the marks in all their bloody glory.
The pain was glowing and carried the memory of last night back to his mind like a swift wind, all the details flashing before him like cracking spells cast into his eyes. He was dying to get home after spending all week at the Auror training facility, feeling sore all over from the endless hours of Apparating, flying and drills from his squad captain, an old and completely ruthless stubborn git, that he longed for a hot bath and Hermione's body against his. And he was convinced Hermione was equally eager to question him about it all, utterly fascinated by this scary but exciting opportunity he had gotten. Expecting a hug and a kiss followed by instant inquisition by his beloved the minute he walked in he had braced himself, upon entering his small flat he threw his raggy bag at his feet. Within seconds he was glad he did just that because Hermione, her hair bouncing in every direction like brown fire, tackled him at the door, throwing her arms around him.
"Hey! Whu-!'
He got cut off by her lips against his, her mouth hungry and tongue forceful as she apparently tried to devour his. Ron would probably never get used to that he thought, to her taste, her smell, or the wet tender skin of her lips. No, even after what must have been a million kisses since the first one they shared her mouth, her whole being managed to still send shivers down his spine, electrifying him with feelings of pure love, pure hunger..
For a brief moment he managed to catch his breath but before he tried to use the time apart to speak again she already had placed her small finger on his lips.
"Later..." she whispered and feverishly continued her attack on his mouth, showering his jaw and neck with soft kisses.
It amazed him how she managed to guide him down the hall to their bedroom without hitting any of the plants in the hallway, with each step disposing more and more of his clothing. It was equally amazing how she ended up arousing him more and more, impossibly more, while doing so, her mouth never parting from his mouth or neck, nibbling and licking, his zipper painfully stretched to the maximum by his growing cock. He considered helping her with the last remains of his clothes but she had not trouble finding and opening the button of his jeans, her tiny hands clawing at the fabric. Finally she stopped long enough to look him in the eyes, her own glazing like chocolate. He could drown in those eyes when she was in this state, when they were so close to his and filled with this need she felt for him.
"Missed you.." she growled, her voice low and raspy, his favorite sound.
"Missed you more..." he replied, his desire built up to almost uncontrollable proportions.
It took all the self-restraint he had left to not tear up her shirt and allowed her to pull it over her head, revealing her bare and heaving chest to him. God her tits were perfect, amazingly perfect, he thought, they were simply made for his hands. He didn't even wonder why she wasn't wearing a bra, too preoccupied with squeezing and rubbing the delicate flesh of her breasts, caressing her nipples as Hermione sat down on the bed and quickly removed her pants and knickers in one smooth motion.
"Want ...you..." a whisper filled his ear and the inevitable tongue, that flicking soft tongue of hers found his earlobe while she dragged him on top of her.
Apparently she didn't want to waste any time, she guided him to her wetness and with a strength he always seemed to forget she had forced her nails in his back, urged him to take her and move into her already. He couldn't help but comply, finally thrusting himself in her and loosing his grip on reality, his mind clouded by everything he sensed, grunting, licking and sucking on Hermoines lips. His pace was still frustrating her and she whimpered under him.
"Ron.. please!"
She accompanied her moan with a long and deep scratching of his back and this pushed him over the edge he desperately was holding on to. He thrusted his hips forcefully now, pounding his body against hers as she cried out his name, waves of orgasmic spasms running through her. As she smoldered her groan in his neck he knew this was exactly what she needed and the feeling of her contractions around his cock had him explode deep inside her.
" ...Fuck... that was...fuck....." he was unable to create a coherent sentence and ended up just grinning before softly kissing her.
" Amazing? Fantastic? Brilliant?" she smiled, cupping his fiery red face with both hands.
" Bloody brilliant! " he agreed and nuzzled his face in her neck, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of this wonderful, amazing, delicious woman under him. She stroked his hair, loving the flamy red strands with her fingers as he let out a deep sigh, blissful and relieving.
" I did miss you tons Hermione.."
He could feel the corner of her mouth curve in a smile against his forehead.
" I missed you too.."
***
Two things occurred to him all of a sudden, as he snapped out of his daydream. He had, sadly enough, finished his sandwich and it was awfully quiet. Hermione apparently had finished her shower, the water was no longer gushing the noise through the flat and he pondered if she would show up soon, hopefully dressed in nothing but a towel and smile. His cock was throbbing in the pants of his tracksuit, a firm result of his memories of last night, and surely she would want to make up for the terrible damage she did to his poor back? Ron couldn't help but snicker at the prospect of her face as he would show her the marks and he planned on making his pout the most sad one she had ever seen.
As soon as the door opened his hopes, and with it his desire, wilted in an instant. Hermione was dressed, and not in the small towel he imagined. Instead her delicate frame was wrapped in pale old blue pajamas, to Ron's horror top and bottom, and he immediately recognized them as her i-want-to-be-comfortable pajamas. The kind she would only wear when she was feeling ill, or tired, or when she was on...
Oh dear Merlin....
Has it been a month already? He strained his mind but he honestly couldn't remember.
"Good mornin lo-"
"UGH!" she groaned, and not the lovely, sweet and sexy groan he liked so much.
Blimey, this again...
Of course he had seen her in this state before, they shared the flat for several months now and the first time he was shocked and frankly a bit scared of her. Not that he was completely daft, he did grow up with Tornado Ginny and a mother but this was Hermione and he never expected her of all people to be so lost and out of control of herself. All the things he loved about her, her stubbornness and passion, would increase tenfold, and then there was also the rollercoaster of emotions she went through that baffled him the most. Hermione went from sweet and loving to crying and rude in minutes and no matter how hard he tried he could never anticipate her next mood.
In time her learned how to deal with it though, staying out of her way when she was grumpy or outright mad, being sweet when she seemed to cry at the drop of a knut, being patient when she would go on and on about something he did that upset her. Comforting himself with the knowledge of his previous experiences he decided he would survive these four days like he did before, hopefully unharmed and with his bollocks intact. Plus he needed another sandwich and he doubted she would make him one. Just before he wanted to get up and make his way to the kitchen a shriek from the other side of the flat froze him on the spot.
"RON!"
His mind immediately started to race.
Oh shit, what did I do, did I forget something? Did I make a mess?Oh..shit!
And then he remembered, his bloody sandwich, the counter was probably a warzone of butter and bread, mayo, cheese and bacon. He meant to clean that up while she was in the shower, she absolutely hated a messy kitchen but he got distracted by his thoughts, per usual and now he was going to pay for it, dearly...
Hermione walked into the living room, fuming as expected, her bushy hair slowly drying in the warm air and causing it to take on enormous proportions, eyes most definitely shooting daggers. With a flushed face she glared at him and held out her hand holding a large jar of Marbel Mancy's Mayo For All .
"Why do you INSIST on making a mess of EVERYTHING?" she hissed at him, her foot already tapping the floor in familiar impatient manner.
" I was gonna... when you were in the shower .." he started his stuttery explanation but it was too late.
She threw the jar on the floor and a deaffening clash sent fluffy bits of mayonnaise flying accross the room, the glass breaking in chunks in front of her.
"YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE RONALD!" and she stormed out, leaving Ron stunned in his chair.
***
The next four days were annoyingly stressful for Ron, as he anticipated. He managed to clean the floor and the kitchen without another row but after Hermione insisted on reading Tweaking Your Home: The Ultimate Guide To A Proper Household for the remainder of the Sunday and only talked when she asked for a cup of tea he decided to make himself sparse and joined his sister and Harry for a mini-match of Quidditch at his place. He did realize it was a tad cowardly on his part but he reckoned it would save him and their flat more wreckage and would give Hermoine a chance to relax. But that took only care of one day and Ron was slightly relieved when he had to return to his duties on Monday. He didn't like being away from Hermoine at all but in this case it was safer for both his and her sanity to not get in eachothers way too much.
All that was obviously easily said then done. By the time Wednesday evening came Ron had already suffered from several fits in regard to his untidyness, a few runs to the store to fetch more Infinite Chocolate Bars and a crying Hermione who wept over a broken mirror, The Prophet not arriving on time and the loss of her favorite quill which she eventually found right where she left it, on the kitchen table. At this rate I'm either gonna be murdered or completely mental by the time it ends and with that thought he hoped his next training would take him well into Friday.
Unfortunately for him the Auror office had more important business to attend to and this resulted in both him and Harry being left to their devices Friday afternoon. Jealous of Harrys eagerness to get home Ron pondered if he should head back to the flat but reconsidered and headed for a few drinks at the Leaky. But even the cosy buzzing of the friendly people around him and the butterbeer in his hand couldn't take his mind off Hermione and how awful she must have felt. Granted he couldn't immagine how she was feeling and he certainly couldn't immagine being in the same situation, but he did feel bad about it all. Extremely bad. Fueled by guilt he decided to head to their home, mentally bracing himself for whatever he would find there and deciding upfront he would do his very best to comfort her, if she let him.
The flat was bathing in the warm last beams of the sun when he walked in, the smell of something sweet and spicy wafting from the kitchen. He inhaled deeply, the scent of food teased his poor stomach and he realized he hadn't eaten anything for at least two hours. He wondered if she made dinner for him and was pleasantly surprised to find his favorite takeout waiting on the kitchen table. But where was Hermione? A small thud alerted him to her pressence, she was in their bedroom and as he approached the door he prepared the everything-will-be-ok-speech in his head.
Hermione, love, I'm sorry you are not feeling well and...
Just as he was about to open the door it swung open and she was there, positively looking more like her old self again. The flowery dress she was wearing immediately distracted him, it hugged her figure on just the right places and he wondered for the gazillionth time how it was possible for a human to look this beautiful, or clothing to look that appealing.
"You're home early!" she beamed at him and her arms quickly found their way around his neck.
She pushed herself up to reach his lips and gently found his mouth before looking up at him.
"You alright ?" he arched his eyebrow, hoping he sounded caring and sweet.
She sighed as she hugged him, pulling him closer to her in an embrace he hadn't felt in, well hadn't felt in several days actually.
"I'm ok..." she whispered and managed to dazzle him with a such a sweet look that he immagined he was melting right before her eyes.
"I'm so sorry Ron, I was such a wench."
Her voice, tiny and soft, was filled with regret and he instantly felt horrible for being cross with her, or annoyed, or being the prat he always was when he got impatient. After all, she couldn't help it and he knew, of course he always knew, she would never intentionally hurt him. It was all out of her hands, out of their hands really and he would have to cope with it, it was as simple as that.
"Doesn't matter love" and he planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Yes it does " she mumbled in his shirt, her warm breath penetrating the thin fabric and setting his skin underneath it on fire.
How did she always manage to do that, he wondered, tangling his long fingers in that impossible hair of hers, savouring the silky feel of it on his fingertips. How did she manage to do something as simple as breathing and stirr his loins and pretty much every fibre in his body with it? He didn't get a chance to dwell on that longer because Hermoine stepped away from him just a tiny bit and looked particularly smug with herself.
"I got some potion to help with the... pain.." she declared and because he knew he had a somewhat vacant expression on his face she elaborated.
"It will make me feel better, not so grumpy or.. emotional. It won't be gone completely though but it will make it more bareable."
She pulled him closer to her, slowly stroking her lips across his mouth.
"You have been wonderful " she spoke softly, her breath warming his cheek in the same way it did earlier to his chest.
"Not really ..." he grunted, planting a small kiss on hers.
"Yes you were." she said sternly, her eyes giving him that old not-up-for-debate look he knew so well.
"You were patient and kind... and I love you.."
As she leaned in close to his burning red ears Ron found himself intoxicated by her smell once more, aching to touch her everywhere at once.
"I love you so much Hermione.."
"Thank goodness it's over, now you don't have to be impatient anymore" her voice trembled softly in his ear.
***
Her comment set him literally on fire and eventhough she was right and he didn't have to wait on anything anymore he fully intented to enjoy her as long as he could. His large hands scooped up her firm arse as he pulled her up, his face burried in the warmth of her neck, his tongue and lips working hard against the soft flesh. Her eyes were shooting sparks instead of daggers as he lay her down on the bed, her lids heavy as he tried to kiss every bare piece of her skin. The flowery dress, hopelessly crumbled up to her waist now revealed her slender legs and thighs, and those perfect laced knickers he was so fond of. With a growl he moved his mouth downward, pushing aside cloth to reveal more of her to him. Finally he found the hard nub that was her right nipple and he teased it with his mouth, biting it gently untill she squeeled in pleasure.
"Horrible... tease..." she gasped between heavy breaths and the lob-sided grin on his face made her centre ache even more.
"Patience love, patience."
She got lost in his touch, quivering as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, tugging at each with his lips. He could spend hours just amusing himself with her nipples but he knew she wanted him and frankly, he didn't want to wait either. With a quick flick of his wand their clothes were gone, Hermoines eyes grew bigger as she eagerly observed his body, her hands trying to touch every bit of it. His torso got a good deal of soft strokes from her small hands and he got goosebumps all over, the blonde almost transparent hairs rising upwards. Ron was hovering over her, his lips so close to hers, his chest brushing her erect nipples, she could feel his erection rubbing against her mound. It was maddening how she bucked her hips against him, pressing herself closer, dying to feel him in her.
"Now?" he panted and she could only nod in approval.
He slid into her without any resistance, her opening was so moist he could feel some drops against him. Her moan, longing and filled with pleads vibrated against his neck. He didn't forget his determination to enjoy it as long as he could but she was making it near impossible with her soft walls, closing tightly around his cock. Yet he started to move, slowly gliding it in and out in an ultimate desire to feel every inch of her. He made sure he grinded his hips against her whenever he pushed himself completely in her, rubbing himself against her tender clit. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier at each touch and before he knew it she looked him square in the eyes, eyebrows twisted in a pleading manner.
"I ....I....am..."
"Come for me love.." he whispered and with that he felt her explode under him, squirming in endless gushes of delight as she screamed his name.
It was too much. Her whole body was shaking and it was simply too much friction for him to bare. She squeezed his aching erection with the muscles that almost milked him and he bit his lip in a last attempt to calm himself. It was no use, he collapsed on her, filling her up with several gushes of his come, his hard moan lost in her infinite hair...
"Ron?"
"Hmmm..."
He could feel her scoot up to his back a few minutes later, forcing her slim arms around him, gently stroking his chest above his heart.
"I really should do something about those marks." she replied, kissing one of the tiny scars softly.
"It can wait Hermione..." and he entwined her fingers with his.
Genre: Romance (some angst)
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17 (language, we are dealing with Ron after all, and sexy times)
Word Count: 3547
Prompt: Old story found on the computer, adapted to my liking.
A/N: Not betaed (first time and all) so please attribute all mistakes to my lack of patience ( :p) and perhaps poor understanding of English grammar etc. As canon as possible ( I hope), suggestions welcomed and VERY appreciated!
***
The leather chair near the fireplace has definitely been the most comfortable piece of furniture Ron ever owned. In fact, it was so comfortable that even when he tried the couch he would find himself back on the soft and smooth surface of his favorite within a few minutes. There was just something about that ragged old chair that would make him feel warm and relaxed in an instant. And yes, it looked horrible, with patches missing and unidentifiable spots, and naturally Hermione had often suggested he dispose of it entirely, but it felt so good how his tall body fit in the dents perfectly that he was sure he would never part with it. It was one of the few things, very few things, that he simply would not get rid of, ever.
However, as he bit off a huge chunk from his bacon and cheese sandwich, he shifted slowly and couldn't help but moan in response to the burning pricks of pain in his back. Of course the pain was not due to his beloved chair, the cause of this particular pain was now using the shower down the hall, the clattering water making that loud ruffling noise that carried all the way through the flat into the living room.
Ron winced as he moved and shifted, trying to rest his back in a way it would cause him the least discomfort before taking another bite from his sandwich and involuntarily grinned. Hermione could be a fiery storm that ravaged his body on many occasions but he believed last night was the first time she actually drew blood from him to this extent. Her short but sharp nails had savagely attacked the muscles on his back and the mirror was relentless and unforgiving this morning, displaying the marks in all their bloody glory.
The pain was glowing and carried the memory of last night back to his mind like a swift wind, all the details flashing before him like cracking spells cast into his eyes. He was dying to get home after spending all week at the Auror training facility, feeling sore all over from the endless hours of Apparating, flying and drills from his squad captain, an old and completely ruthless stubborn git, that he longed for a hot bath and Hermione's body against his. And he was convinced Hermione was equally eager to question him about it all, utterly fascinated by this scary but exciting opportunity he had gotten. Expecting a hug and a kiss followed by instant inquisition by his beloved the minute he walked in he had braced himself, upon entering his small flat he threw his raggy bag at his feet. Within seconds he was glad he did just that because Hermione, her hair bouncing in every direction like brown fire, tackled him at the door, throwing her arms around him.
"Hey! Whu-!'
He got cut off by her lips against his, her mouth hungry and tongue forceful as she apparently tried to devour his. Ron would probably never get used to that he thought, to her taste, her smell, or the wet tender skin of her lips. No, even after what must have been a million kisses since the first one they shared her mouth, her whole being managed to still send shivers down his spine, electrifying him with feelings of pure love, pure hunger..
For a brief moment he managed to catch his breath but before he tried to use the time apart to speak again she already had placed her small finger on his lips.
"Later..." she whispered and feverishly continued her attack on his mouth, showering his jaw and neck with soft kisses.
It amazed him how she managed to guide him down the hall to their bedroom without hitting any of the plants in the hallway, with each step disposing more and more of his clothing. It was equally amazing how she ended up arousing him more and more, impossibly more, while doing so, her mouth never parting from his mouth or neck, nibbling and licking, his zipper painfully stretched to the maximum by his growing cock. He considered helping her with the last remains of his clothes but she had not trouble finding and opening the button of his jeans, her tiny hands clawing at the fabric. Finally she stopped long enough to look him in the eyes, her own glazing like chocolate. He could drown in those eyes when she was in this state, when they were so close to his and filled with this need she felt for him.
"Missed you.." she growled, her voice low and raspy, his favorite sound.
"Missed you more..." he replied, his desire built up to almost uncontrollable proportions.
It took all the self-restraint he had left to not tear up her shirt and allowed her to pull it over her head, revealing her bare and heaving chest to him. God her tits were perfect, amazingly perfect, he thought, they were simply made for his hands. He didn't even wonder why she wasn't wearing a bra, too preoccupied with squeezing and rubbing the delicate flesh of her breasts, caressing her nipples as Hermione sat down on the bed and quickly removed her pants and knickers in one smooth motion.
"Want ...you..." a whisper filled his ear and the inevitable tongue, that flicking soft tongue of hers found his earlobe while she dragged him on top of her.
Apparently she didn't want to waste any time, she guided him to her wetness and with a strength he always seemed to forget she had forced her nails in his back, urged him to take her and move into her already. He couldn't help but comply, finally thrusting himself in her and loosing his grip on reality, his mind clouded by everything he sensed, grunting, licking and sucking on Hermoines lips. His pace was still frustrating her and she whimpered under him.
"Ron.. please!"
She accompanied her moan with a long and deep scratching of his back and this pushed him over the edge he desperately was holding on to. He thrusted his hips forcefully now, pounding his body against hers as she cried out his name, waves of orgasmic spasms running through her. As she smoldered her groan in his neck he knew this was exactly what she needed and the feeling of her contractions around his cock had him explode deep inside her.
" ...Fuck... that was...fuck....." he was unable to create a coherent sentence and ended up just grinning before softly kissing her.
" Amazing? Fantastic? Brilliant?" she smiled, cupping his fiery red face with both hands.
" Bloody brilliant! " he agreed and nuzzled his face in her neck, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of this wonderful, amazing, delicious woman under him. She stroked his hair, loving the flamy red strands with her fingers as he let out a deep sigh, blissful and relieving.
" I did miss you tons Hermione.."
He could feel the corner of her mouth curve in a smile against his forehead.
" I missed you too.."
***
Two things occurred to him all of a sudden, as he snapped out of his daydream. He had, sadly enough, finished his sandwich and it was awfully quiet. Hermione apparently had finished her shower, the water was no longer gushing the noise through the flat and he pondered if she would show up soon, hopefully dressed in nothing but a towel and smile. His cock was throbbing in the pants of his tracksuit, a firm result of his memories of last night, and surely she would want to make up for the terrible damage she did to his poor back? Ron couldn't help but snicker at the prospect of her face as he would show her the marks and he planned on making his pout the most sad one she had ever seen.
As soon as the door opened his hopes, and with it his desire, wilted in an instant. Hermione was dressed, and not in the small towel he imagined. Instead her delicate frame was wrapped in pale old blue pajamas, to Ron's horror top and bottom, and he immediately recognized them as her i-want-to-be-comfortable pajamas. The kind she would only wear when she was feeling ill, or tired, or when she was on...
Oh dear Merlin....
Has it been a month already? He strained his mind but he honestly couldn't remember.
"Good mornin lo-"
"UGH!" she groaned, and not the lovely, sweet and sexy groan he liked so much.
Blimey, this again...
Of course he had seen her in this state before, they shared the flat for several months now and the first time he was shocked and frankly a bit scared of her. Not that he was completely daft, he did grow up with Tornado Ginny and a mother but this was Hermione and he never expected her of all people to be so lost and out of control of herself. All the things he loved about her, her stubbornness and passion, would increase tenfold, and then there was also the rollercoaster of emotions she went through that baffled him the most. Hermione went from sweet and loving to crying and rude in minutes and no matter how hard he tried he could never anticipate her next mood.
In time her learned how to deal with it though, staying out of her way when she was grumpy or outright mad, being sweet when she seemed to cry at the drop of a knut, being patient when she would go on and on about something he did that upset her. Comforting himself with the knowledge of his previous experiences he decided he would survive these four days like he did before, hopefully unharmed and with his bollocks intact. Plus he needed another sandwich and he doubted she would make him one. Just before he wanted to get up and make his way to the kitchen a shriek from the other side of the flat froze him on the spot.
"RON!"
His mind immediately started to race.
Oh shit, what did I do, did I forget something? Did I make a mess?Oh..shit!
And then he remembered, his bloody sandwich, the counter was probably a warzone of butter and bread, mayo, cheese and bacon. He meant to clean that up while she was in the shower, she absolutely hated a messy kitchen but he got distracted by his thoughts, per usual and now he was going to pay for it, dearly...
Hermione walked into the living room, fuming as expected, her bushy hair slowly drying in the warm air and causing it to take on enormous proportions, eyes most definitely shooting daggers. With a flushed face she glared at him and held out her hand holding a large jar of Marbel Mancy's Mayo For All .
"Why do you INSIST on making a mess of EVERYTHING?" she hissed at him, her foot already tapping the floor in familiar impatient manner.
" I was gonna... when you were in the shower .." he started his stuttery explanation but it was too late.
She threw the jar on the floor and a deaffening clash sent fluffy bits of mayonnaise flying accross the room, the glass breaking in chunks in front of her.
"YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE RONALD!" and she stormed out, leaving Ron stunned in his chair.
***
The next four days were annoyingly stressful for Ron, as he anticipated. He managed to clean the floor and the kitchen without another row but after Hermione insisted on reading Tweaking Your Home: The Ultimate Guide To A Proper Household for the remainder of the Sunday and only talked when she asked for a cup of tea he decided to make himself sparse and joined his sister and Harry for a mini-match of Quidditch at his place. He did realize it was a tad cowardly on his part but he reckoned it would save him and their flat more wreckage and would give Hermoine a chance to relax. But that took only care of one day and Ron was slightly relieved when he had to return to his duties on Monday. He didn't like being away from Hermoine at all but in this case it was safer for both his and her sanity to not get in eachothers way too much.
All that was obviously easily said then done. By the time Wednesday evening came Ron had already suffered from several fits in regard to his untidyness, a few runs to the store to fetch more Infinite Chocolate Bars and a crying Hermione who wept over a broken mirror, The Prophet not arriving on time and the loss of her favorite quill which she eventually found right where she left it, on the kitchen table. At this rate I'm either gonna be murdered or completely mental by the time it ends and with that thought he hoped his next training would take him well into Friday.
Unfortunately for him the Auror office had more important business to attend to and this resulted in both him and Harry being left to their devices Friday afternoon. Jealous of Harrys eagerness to get home Ron pondered if he should head back to the flat but reconsidered and headed for a few drinks at the Leaky. But even the cosy buzzing of the friendly people around him and the butterbeer in his hand couldn't take his mind off Hermione and how awful she must have felt. Granted he couldn't immagine how she was feeling and he certainly couldn't immagine being in the same situation, but he did feel bad about it all. Extremely bad. Fueled by guilt he decided to head to their home, mentally bracing himself for whatever he would find there and deciding upfront he would do his very best to comfort her, if she let him.
The flat was bathing in the warm last beams of the sun when he walked in, the smell of something sweet and spicy wafting from the kitchen. He inhaled deeply, the scent of food teased his poor stomach and he realized he hadn't eaten anything for at least two hours. He wondered if she made dinner for him and was pleasantly surprised to find his favorite takeout waiting on the kitchen table. But where was Hermione? A small thud alerted him to her pressence, she was in their bedroom and as he approached the door he prepared the everything-will-be-ok-speech in his head.
Hermione, love, I'm sorry you are not feeling well and...
Just as he was about to open the door it swung open and she was there, positively looking more like her old self again. The flowery dress she was wearing immediately distracted him, it hugged her figure on just the right places and he wondered for the gazillionth time how it was possible for a human to look this beautiful, or clothing to look that appealing.
"You're home early!" she beamed at him and her arms quickly found their way around his neck.
She pushed herself up to reach his lips and gently found his mouth before looking up at him.
"You alright ?" he arched his eyebrow, hoping he sounded caring and sweet.
She sighed as she hugged him, pulling him closer to her in an embrace he hadn't felt in, well hadn't felt in several days actually.
"I'm ok..." she whispered and managed to dazzle him with a such a sweet look that he immagined he was melting right before her eyes.
"I'm so sorry Ron, I was such a wench."
Her voice, tiny and soft, was filled with regret and he instantly felt horrible for being cross with her, or annoyed, or being the prat he always was when he got impatient. After all, she couldn't help it and he knew, of course he always knew, she would never intentionally hurt him. It was all out of her hands, out of their hands really and he would have to cope with it, it was as simple as that.
"Doesn't matter love" and he planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Yes it does " she mumbled in his shirt, her warm breath penetrating the thin fabric and setting his skin underneath it on fire.
How did she always manage to do that, he wondered, tangling his long fingers in that impossible hair of hers, savouring the silky feel of it on his fingertips. How did she manage to do something as simple as breathing and stirr his loins and pretty much every fibre in his body with it? He didn't get a chance to dwell on that longer because Hermoine stepped away from him just a tiny bit and looked particularly smug with herself.
"I got some potion to help with the... pain.." she declared and because he knew he had a somewhat vacant expression on his face she elaborated.
"It will make me feel better, not so grumpy or.. emotional. It won't be gone completely though but it will make it more bareable."
She pulled him closer to her, slowly stroking her lips across his mouth.
"You have been wonderful " she spoke softly, her breath warming his cheek in the same way it did earlier to his chest.
"Not really ..." he grunted, planting a small kiss on hers.
"Yes you were." she said sternly, her eyes giving him that old not-up-for-debate look he knew so well.
"You were patient and kind... and I love you.."
As she leaned in close to his burning red ears Ron found himself intoxicated by her smell once more, aching to touch her everywhere at once.
"I love you so much Hermione.."
"Thank goodness it's over, now you don't have to be impatient anymore" her voice trembled softly in his ear.
***
Her comment set him literally on fire and eventhough she was right and he didn't have to wait on anything anymore he fully intented to enjoy her as long as he could. His large hands scooped up her firm arse as he pulled her up, his face burried in the warmth of her neck, his tongue and lips working hard against the soft flesh. Her eyes were shooting sparks instead of daggers as he lay her down on the bed, her lids heavy as he tried to kiss every bare piece of her skin. The flowery dress, hopelessly crumbled up to her waist now revealed her slender legs and thighs, and those perfect laced knickers he was so fond of. With a growl he moved his mouth downward, pushing aside cloth to reveal more of her to him. Finally he found the hard nub that was her right nipple and he teased it with his mouth, biting it gently untill she squeeled in pleasure.
"Horrible... tease..." she gasped between heavy breaths and the lob-sided grin on his face made her centre ache even more.
"Patience love, patience."
She got lost in his touch, quivering as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, tugging at each with his lips. He could spend hours just amusing himself with her nipples but he knew she wanted him and frankly, he didn't want to wait either. With a quick flick of his wand their clothes were gone, Hermoines eyes grew bigger as she eagerly observed his body, her hands trying to touch every bit of it. His torso got a good deal of soft strokes from her small hands and he got goosebumps all over, the blonde almost transparent hairs rising upwards. Ron was hovering over her, his lips so close to hers, his chest brushing her erect nipples, she could feel his erection rubbing against her mound. It was maddening how she bucked her hips against him, pressing herself closer, dying to feel him in her.
"Now?" he panted and she could only nod in approval.
He slid into her without any resistance, her opening was so moist he could feel some drops against him. Her moan, longing and filled with pleads vibrated against his neck. He didn't forget his determination to enjoy it as long as he could but she was making it near impossible with her soft walls, closing tightly around his cock. Yet he started to move, slowly gliding it in and out in an ultimate desire to feel every inch of her. He made sure he grinded his hips against her whenever he pushed himself completely in her, rubbing himself against her tender clit. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier at each touch and before he knew it she looked him square in the eyes, eyebrows twisted in a pleading manner.
"I ....I....am..."
"Come for me love.." he whispered and with that he felt her explode under him, squirming in endless gushes of delight as she screamed his name.
It was too much. Her whole body was shaking and it was simply too much friction for him to bare. She squeezed his aching erection with the muscles that almost milked him and he bit his lip in a last attempt to calm himself. It was no use, he collapsed on her, filling her up with several gushes of his come, his hard moan lost in her infinite hair...
"Ron?"
"Hmmm..."
He could feel her scoot up to his back a few minutes later, forcing her slim arms around him, gently stroking his chest above his heart.
"I really should do something about those marks." she replied, kissing one of the tiny scars softly.
"It can wait Hermione..." and he entwined her fingers with his.