Watching Love: The Fourth Time part 2 (NC-17)
Title: Watching Love
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Four times Harry watched Ron and Hermione being intimate without their knowledge and the one time they definitely knew
A/N: Part 4 of 5, continued
Art: Illustration by eloquent_toast
As she came down from her climax, her eyes grew wide as Ron lowered her roughly to lay flat on the table. He pulled her legs up so her feet rested near his shoulders and the backs of her legs were flush against his long torso. Gripping her hips, he pulled back and slammed into her, causing her shout, "It's too much!" Ron seemed to ignore her as he continued to plow into her repeatedly, showing no mercy. It didn't take long before Hermione was thrashing her head back and forth, crying out, "Yes Ron! Oh God, yes! Don't stop, please!"
Fuck! Look at him - he's just...raw power. I never thought Hermione would respond to something like this, much less thrive on it.
"Never gonna stop," he groaned, turning his face to suck on her calf before adjusting his grip on her hips. His voice was firm, but words were tender, "Never think I don't want you...it's all for you Hermione, everything is for you." Ron's hips began to move harder and faster, "All I ever want is you - forever - I love you." "Yes, Ron...forever!" Hermione turned her head to the side and clenched her eyes shut, Ron's assault on her small frame overwhelming her.
Ron moved one hand up to wrap around the leg by his ear, while he bent forward to twist his other hand in Hermione's hair, holding her thrashing head still, " Look at me Hermione." Damn! Her eyes flew open as she bit her lip to keep quiet, her body on the edge of another orgasm. Accenting each word with his powerful body, he commanded, "Say -thrust- you're -thrust- mine! -thrust- forever -thrust - Marry -thrust- me!"
Marry? Did he just say marry? Bloody hell! Bloody buggering fucking hell! There's no way she'll say-
"Yes, Ron, yes! I love you! I'm yours!" Her back arched high off the table as her body shuddered and she screamed, "Only yours, forever - RON!" Ron didn't relent as Hermione continued to call his name, hands still fisted in her hair as he stared into her face. Once her body slumped back, she told him, "And you're mine." With her words Ron released her hair, dug his hands into her thighs pulling her hard against him. He threw his head back and shouted her name in release.
Fuck! Harry shouted, his own excitement at there feral coupling had reached a painful level, but his need to find his own release was dampened by the couples' declarations. Does this mean they're engaged? Holy shite!
Ron suddenly pushed himself off Hermione and stumbled back to land on the bench he had shoved aside earlier. Harry's hand froze on the aching bulge in his pants as he watched Ron lean forward on his elbows, his face in his hands. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of Hermione's panting and Ron's sobs and his quiet murmurs of "I am, I am."
Ron? Wh-what's happened?
As Hermione finally caught her breath, she said up tentatively and scooted to the edge of the table, "Ron?" Her voice was raspy, no doubt hoarse from her screams, "Luv, what's wrong?" When Ron didn't answer, she reached a shaking hand out and touched his bowed head gently. The soft touch was all it took for Ron to rush forward and cling to her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her lap. He allowed himself to fall apart in her embrace. Hermione leaned forward and draped herself over him, her long brown waves blanketing his body.
"I am, I am," Ron said again as his sobs subsided.
You're what?
"What are you Ron?" Hermione asked tenderly, as she stroked his head.
"Yours, I'm yours. You have to know that. You know I would never, ever-"
"I'm so sorry Ron," she interrupted, sliding her hand from Ron's hair to his chin and tilting his face up to look at her, "I never really thought otherwise, really I didn't. I just..." Hermione's voice was thick as she held back tears, "I just miss you so much. I want to be with you all the time, not just little snippets of time."
"Me too Hermione, I want that too. Please believe me."
"I do, I believe you."
"I'm sorry about tonight, that I blew up like that."
"You don't have to-"
"I just needed to see you, needed to know you were okay...needed to hold you. All I could think about was getting to you, then when I did..."
"Oh God Ron, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," Hermione covered her face with her hands and started to cry.
Ron tugged her hands away, "No tears Hermione, please." He cupped her face and kissed her gently, but briefly, on her lips, "I love you." He gave her a small smile, "Just tell me what happened, okay?"
She took a deep breath to steel herself before explaining, "That arse at the bar was chatting me up and I told him to bugger off-"
"You did?" Ron interrupted with a laugh.
"Maybe I didn't use those exact words," she admitted sheepishly, "but that was definitely the message."
"One he definitely didn't get," Ron muttered angrily.
"No, I suppose not," she said quietly. "Well, anyway, the longer I sat there waiting for you, the more upset I got over how little time we've had together recently and my thoughts just started going all over the place. By the time my necklace indicated you were near, I was convinced you were bored with me and didn't want to be with me."
"That could never happen Hermione. Never!"
She sniffed and nodded her head, "I know, I guess I... I just forgot."
"I'll do my best to make sure you never forget again; you're everything to me Hermione."
"As you are to me Ron," she reached out and lovingly stroked his cheek, her eyes never leaving his.
Is that it? Is everything better? Please let it all be better.
Hermione broke the spell of their silence, "Tell me what happened with work today."
"Um, I don't... I mean, er...you don't wanna..." Ron stumbled over his words
"You said you needed to make sure I was okay. Why, what happened?"
"We had a...a mission today, a young woman was...hurt. There was blood everywhere, they wrote Mudblood - in her blood."
Hermione covered her mouth with her hand and gasped,"How awful!"
"Yeah it was," he conceded.
"Oh Ron!" Hermione tried to pull him into an embrace, but he kept his distance, trying to finish.
"The worst part was, she...she looked like you. I held her hand when she died, all I could see was you, imaging your blood everywhere, your eyes lifeless and unseeing. All I wanted was you, I just knew I needed you."
"I'm here Ron, I'll always be here."
"I just lost it when I thought about losing you, losing you in any way." Ron let Hermione hold him again at this point. "I love you so much Ron, I swear I'll never stop." As they clung together naked and crying, Harry's arousal at watching their furious mating had almost completely dissipated. Harry watched the hard defined muscles of Ron's back, still marked with angry red streaks, moving as he wrapped himself around Hermione, her soft form, clinging just as tightly around him. Look at them, they're beautiful together. Even with all the nasty words and anger - they just...fit.
Pulling back from their embrace, Hermione wiped the tears from her face. Leaning her forehead against Ron's, she sighed, "Do you have keep working so hard?"
"You used to complain I didn't work hard enough," he said with a lopsided grin, obviously trying to make her smile.
"I'm serious Ron, it's too much. Can't you give one of them up?"
NO! Not the Aurors! I need... I mean...we need him!
"Not yet, I need both jobs for now, but not much longer I promise. I almost have enough saved."
"Saved? Enough saved for what?"
I'll give you any money you need mate, you know that.
"Um, er...for us."
"Us?" she asked meekly.
"Yeah," Ron seemed shy for a moment, then he looked up and met her gaze. "I spent some on the ring, but think we'll still need a bit more for a house."
What the hell?
"Ring?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Yeah," Ron took her left hand in his both of his and grinned broadly at her, "a ring. I meant to ask you proper-like, been trying to figure out what to say for a while now."
"So you meant it, what you said about...marrying you?"
"Of course! Hermione, I've known for yonks that I've wanted to marry you. Did you...did you mean it when you said yes?" He gave her a cheeky smile, "Or was that just your sex 'YES!'?"
"Prat," she swatted at him playfully. Looping her hands around his neck and tangling her hands in his hair she said, "Of course I meant it. I've known for ages there's only you for me."
Ron ran his hands tenderly over Hermione's back, "How 'bout we go out tomorrow night, maybe that little Muggle Italian place near your flat? I can try this proposal thing again, maybe with candles," he looked down at their bodies, "and a bit more clothes."
"You don't have to ask again, the answer will always be the same." Ron pulled her closer and kissed her tenderly yet passionately, the kiss slow and sensual. Harry could feel their arousal, along with his own, returning in full force.
Before they could get caught up in the moment, Hermione suddenly pulled back, "Let's move in together!"
"Wh-what?" Ron blinked his eyes for a moment, trying to refocus on the act of communicating with words. What! But we've never lived apart!
"That way we can spend more time together, while you still work both jobs. No matter how tired we are, we'd always wake up together. Every night, we'd always have someone to offer comfort to us, someone to talk to about our day."
"Well, yeah...but I need to save-"
"We can save for a house, though with both of us saving, it won't be long till we can afford one. There's no rush, we have a lifetime together, just the two of us."
What about me?
"I reckon you may have a point. And the waking up together bit would be rather nice," he raked his eyes exaggeratedly over her body. "Yes, living in sin would definitely have its advantages." Hermione laughed in agreement. "Besides," Ron continued, "it might be awhile before I can make a change. I don't know who needs me more - Harry or George."
ME!
She ran her hands through his hair and gently kissed his lips, pulling back slightly she said "I do. I need you more than anyone." She kissed him again, lingering longer this time, "We've got time to deal with all these issues, for now - take your fiancée to bed."
"Mmmm," Ron moaned as he closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her hands scratching his scalp, "sounds like a good plan."
Hermione ran her finger gingerly over the reddening bite mark on his neck. "I'm sorry I hurt you," she said softly and Harry knew she didn't just mean the physical pain.
Ron reached for her hand and kissed her palm reverently, "But you healed me too Hermione. That's how we work."
He stood up and led her from the kitchen, making their way through the debris of clothes and broken furniture. He paused at the door, "Why don't you head up, luv? I should set things to right before Harry gets home."
"Okay, don't be long. I'll start us a shower?"
"Brilliant!"
Ron stood naked in the middle of the kitchen, surveying the damage. Harry took the opportunity to observe him as he flourished his wand, erasing all signs of the earlier altercation. He looks different, like a man who has his future in his hands. I guess he does. And that future is Hermione - just Hermione. Not me and him any more, not even the three of us. Just them. The happiness Harry felt for his best mate was marked with the sadness and jealously he had become so used to when thinking about Ron and Hermione. Harry was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice his best mate staring at the fireplace, horrified.
Pulling his head out of the Floo, Harry sat back on his haunches. "Enough," he said to his empty office. "I want my future too - now." With determination and deliberation, he turned on the spot, concentrating on Ginny's hotel suite in Prague.
He landed in the middle of her room, just in front of her bed. "Ginny!" he yelled enthusiastically. His excitement quickly fled, "Who the hell is that?" he screamed.
The Fifth Time, Part 1 can be found HERE
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Four times Harry watched Ron and Hermione being intimate without their knowledge and the one time they definitely knew
A/N: Part 4 of 5, continued
Art: Illustration by eloquent_toast
As she came down from her climax, her eyes grew wide as Ron lowered her roughly to lay flat on the table. He pulled her legs up so her feet rested near his shoulders and the backs of her legs were flush against his long torso. Gripping her hips, he pulled back and slammed into her, causing her shout, "It's too much!" Ron seemed to ignore her as he continued to plow into her repeatedly, showing no mercy. It didn't take long before Hermione was thrashing her head back and forth, crying out, "Yes Ron! Oh God, yes! Don't stop, please!"
Fuck! Look at him - he's just...raw power. I never thought Hermione would respond to something like this, much less thrive on it.
"Never gonna stop," he groaned, turning his face to suck on her calf before adjusting his grip on her hips. His voice was firm, but words were tender, "Never think I don't want you...it's all for you Hermione, everything is for you." Ron's hips began to move harder and faster, "All I ever want is you - forever - I love you." "Yes, Ron...forever!" Hermione turned her head to the side and clenched her eyes shut, Ron's assault on her small frame overwhelming her.
Ron moved one hand up to wrap around the leg by his ear, while he bent forward to twist his other hand in Hermione's hair, holding her thrashing head still, " Look at me Hermione." Damn! Her eyes flew open as she bit her lip to keep quiet, her body on the edge of another orgasm. Accenting each word with his powerful body, he commanded, "Say -thrust- you're -thrust- mine! -thrust- forever -thrust - Marry -thrust- me!"
Marry? Did he just say marry? Bloody hell! Bloody buggering fucking hell! There's no way she'll say-
"Yes, Ron, yes! I love you! I'm yours!" Her back arched high off the table as her body shuddered and she screamed, "Only yours, forever - RON!" Ron didn't relent as Hermione continued to call his name, hands still fisted in her hair as he stared into her face. Once her body slumped back, she told him, "And you're mine." With her words Ron released her hair, dug his hands into her thighs pulling her hard against him. He threw his head back and shouted her name in release.
Fuck! Harry shouted, his own excitement at there feral coupling had reached a painful level, but his need to find his own release was dampened by the couples' declarations. Does this mean they're engaged? Holy shite!
Ron suddenly pushed himself off Hermione and stumbled back to land on the bench he had shoved aside earlier. Harry's hand froze on the aching bulge in his pants as he watched Ron lean forward on his elbows, his face in his hands. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of Hermione's panting and Ron's sobs and his quiet murmurs of "I am, I am."
Ron? Wh-what's happened?
As Hermione finally caught her breath, she said up tentatively and scooted to the edge of the table, "Ron?" Her voice was raspy, no doubt hoarse from her screams, "Luv, what's wrong?" When Ron didn't answer, she reached a shaking hand out and touched his bowed head gently. The soft touch was all it took for Ron to rush forward and cling to her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her lap. He allowed himself to fall apart in her embrace. Hermione leaned forward and draped herself over him, her long brown waves blanketing his body.
"I am, I am," Ron said again as his sobs subsided.
You're what?
"What are you Ron?" Hermione asked tenderly, as she stroked his head.
"Yours, I'm yours. You have to know that. You know I would never, ever-"
"I'm so sorry Ron," she interrupted, sliding her hand from Ron's hair to his chin and tilting his face up to look at her, "I never really thought otherwise, really I didn't. I just..." Hermione's voice was thick as she held back tears, "I just miss you so much. I want to be with you all the time, not just little snippets of time."
"Me too Hermione, I want that too. Please believe me."
"I do, I believe you."
"I'm sorry about tonight, that I blew up like that."
"You don't have to-"
"I just needed to see you, needed to know you were okay...needed to hold you. All I could think about was getting to you, then when I did..."
"Oh God Ron, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," Hermione covered her face with her hands and started to cry.
Ron tugged her hands away, "No tears Hermione, please." He cupped her face and kissed her gently, but briefly, on her lips, "I love you." He gave her a small smile, "Just tell me what happened, okay?"
She took a deep breath to steel herself before explaining, "That arse at the bar was chatting me up and I told him to bugger off-"
"You did?" Ron interrupted with a laugh.
"Maybe I didn't use those exact words," she admitted sheepishly, "but that was definitely the message."
"One he definitely didn't get," Ron muttered angrily.
"No, I suppose not," she said quietly. "Well, anyway, the longer I sat there waiting for you, the more upset I got over how little time we've had together recently and my thoughts just started going all over the place. By the time my necklace indicated you were near, I was convinced you were bored with me and didn't want to be with me."
"That could never happen Hermione. Never!"
She sniffed and nodded her head, "I know, I guess I... I just forgot."
"I'll do my best to make sure you never forget again; you're everything to me Hermione."
"As you are to me Ron," she reached out and lovingly stroked his cheek, her eyes never leaving his.
Is that it? Is everything better? Please let it all be better.
Hermione broke the spell of their silence, "Tell me what happened with work today."
"Um, I don't... I mean, er...you don't wanna..." Ron stumbled over his words
"You said you needed to make sure I was okay. Why, what happened?"
"We had a...a mission today, a young woman was...hurt. There was blood everywhere, they wrote Mudblood - in her blood."
Hermione covered her mouth with her hand and gasped,"How awful!"
"Yeah it was," he conceded.
"Oh Ron!" Hermione tried to pull him into an embrace, but he kept his distance, trying to finish.
"The worst part was, she...she looked like you. I held her hand when she died, all I could see was you, imaging your blood everywhere, your eyes lifeless and unseeing. All I wanted was you, I just knew I needed you."
"I'm here Ron, I'll always be here."
"I just lost it when I thought about losing you, losing you in any way." Ron let Hermione hold him again at this point. "I love you so much Ron, I swear I'll never stop." As they clung together naked and crying, Harry's arousal at watching their furious mating had almost completely dissipated. Harry watched the hard defined muscles of Ron's back, still marked with angry red streaks, moving as he wrapped himself around Hermione, her soft form, clinging just as tightly around him. Look at them, they're beautiful together. Even with all the nasty words and anger - they just...fit.
Pulling back from their embrace, Hermione wiped the tears from her face. Leaning her forehead against Ron's, she sighed, "Do you have keep working so hard?"
"You used to complain I didn't work hard enough," he said with a lopsided grin, obviously trying to make her smile.
"I'm serious Ron, it's too much. Can't you give one of them up?"
NO! Not the Aurors! I need... I mean...we need him!
"Not yet, I need both jobs for now, but not much longer I promise. I almost have enough saved."
"Saved? Enough saved for what?"
I'll give you any money you need mate, you know that.
"Um, er...for us."
"Us?" she asked meekly.
"Yeah," Ron seemed shy for a moment, then he looked up and met her gaze. "I spent some on the ring, but think we'll still need a bit more for a house."
What the hell?
"Ring?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Yeah," Ron took her left hand in his both of his and grinned broadly at her, "a ring. I meant to ask you proper-like, been trying to figure out what to say for a while now."
"So you meant it, what you said about...marrying you?"
"Of course! Hermione, I've known for yonks that I've wanted to marry you. Did you...did you mean it when you said yes?" He gave her a cheeky smile, "Or was that just your sex 'YES!'?"
"Prat," she swatted at him playfully. Looping her hands around his neck and tangling her hands in his hair she said, "Of course I meant it. I've known for ages there's only you for me."
Ron ran his hands tenderly over Hermione's back, "How 'bout we go out tomorrow night, maybe that little Muggle Italian place near your flat? I can try this proposal thing again, maybe with candles," he looked down at their bodies, "and a bit more clothes."
"You don't have to ask again, the answer will always be the same." Ron pulled her closer and kissed her tenderly yet passionately, the kiss slow and sensual. Harry could feel their arousal, along with his own, returning in full force.
Before they could get caught up in the moment, Hermione suddenly pulled back, "Let's move in together!"
"Wh-what?" Ron blinked his eyes for a moment, trying to refocus on the act of communicating with words. What! But we've never lived apart!
"That way we can spend more time together, while you still work both jobs. No matter how tired we are, we'd always wake up together. Every night, we'd always have someone to offer comfort to us, someone to talk to about our day."
"Well, yeah...but I need to save-"
"We can save for a house, though with both of us saving, it won't be long till we can afford one. There's no rush, we have a lifetime together, just the two of us."
What about me?
"I reckon you may have a point. And the waking up together bit would be rather nice," he raked his eyes exaggeratedly over her body. "Yes, living in sin would definitely have its advantages." Hermione laughed in agreement. "Besides," Ron continued, "it might be awhile before I can make a change. I don't know who needs me more - Harry or George."
ME!
She ran her hands through his hair and gently kissed his lips, pulling back slightly she said "I do. I need you more than anyone." She kissed him again, lingering longer this time, "We've got time to deal with all these issues, for now - take your fiancée to bed."
"Mmmm," Ron moaned as he closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her hands scratching his scalp, "sounds like a good plan."
Hermione ran her finger gingerly over the reddening bite mark on his neck. "I'm sorry I hurt you," she said softly and Harry knew she didn't just mean the physical pain.
Ron reached for her hand and kissed her palm reverently, "But you healed me too Hermione. That's how we work."
He stood up and led her from the kitchen, making their way through the debris of clothes and broken furniture. He paused at the door, "Why don't you head up, luv? I should set things to right before Harry gets home."
"Okay, don't be long. I'll start us a shower?"
"Brilliant!"
Ron stood naked in the middle of the kitchen, surveying the damage. Harry took the opportunity to observe him as he flourished his wand, erasing all signs of the earlier altercation. He looks different, like a man who has his future in his hands. I guess he does. And that future is Hermione - just Hermione. Not me and him any more, not even the three of us. Just them. The happiness Harry felt for his best mate was marked with the sadness and jealously he had become so used to when thinking about Ron and Hermione. Harry was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice his best mate staring at the fireplace, horrified.
Pulling his head out of the Floo, Harry sat back on his haunches. "Enough," he said to his empty office. "I want my future too - now." With determination and deliberation, he turned on the spot, concentrating on Ginny's hotel suite in Prague.
He landed in the middle of her room, just in front of her bed. "Ginny!" he yelled enthusiastically. His excitement quickly fled, "Who the hell is that?" he screamed.
The Fifth Time, Part 1 can be found HERE