Picking Favorites
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters in this fic. JK Rowling does, and I'm very glad of that because I can't reach her brilliant writing standards.
Hermione Granger stood in the doorway of the bedroom she shares with her husband of three years, Ron Weasley. She sighed as she remembered why he was in bed alone as she stood staring at his sleeping form. They had planned to go out and celebrate their third anniversary, but half way through dinner, she'd been called to work and had to leave.
Hermione was a counsiler at the local youth counseling center. She had to go today because one of her newest clients had a fight with her parents and called Hermione to help her out. Hermione had helped her out the best she could and drove her back to her parents house before being able to come back home. It was almost ten thirty when she got back to the apartment. Ron was already in bed when she got there.
Hermione slowly approached the bed and slid in beside Ron, who had his back turned to her. She slowly slid her hand around his waist and started massaging his chest gently with her fingers as she sucked on his earlobe, occasionally moving down to suck on his neck and shoulder blade lightly. Ron moaned in his sleep and leaned into her menstrations. She slowly lowered her hand to his manhood and started teasing it through his pajama pants.
Ron had been awake when she came home but pretended to be asleep while she stood in the doorway. He felt her crawl in bed and felt her actions. He moaned as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth. He felt her hand move down his abdomen to his growing errection and thrust gently upward when her hand barely came in contact with it. "Finally home are we?" he questioned casually, as if she was still standing in the doorway and not touching him in anyway.
Hermione leaned back, slightly hurt by his tone. "Yeah, I'm really sorry I split on you earlier, honey. But, I'm here now and we can get on with our celebration." she whispered the last part huskily in his ear running her tongue across the sensitive skin of his shoulder blade before biting gently on his shoulder.
Ron rolled over on his back and lay staring up at Hermione as she sat on her elbow looking down at him hopefully and lovingly. He gently lifted his head up and kissed her lips passionately. She moaned into his mouth as she opened it for him to insert his tongue. He pulled her on top of him and ran his hands down her sides until he reached the bottom of her mid-thigh length black dress.
Ron gently rubbed his hands up the back of her thighs, raising the back of her dress up to her waist, and lightly ran his finger around the outside of her little black panties. She gasped and burried her head in his neck, grinding against his hand as he moved the article of clothing down her thighs and rubbed her clit with his experienced fingers. She sat up and kissed him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbling on it lightly with her teeth as she moved farther up away from him.
Hermione sat upright, straddling him, and raised the dress above her head, tossing it carelessly across the room. She now sat completely naked straddling him as they stared into each others eyes for a moment before she started gently grinding her hips into his. He groaned and threw his head back, reaching up with one hand to play with her breast and the other he placed on her hip to push her down and grind her harder into him. She moaned and pulled her hips up off of him, resting up above him on her knees as she started tugging down his pajama pants desperately.
Once Ron's only article of clothing was removed, Hermione moved back up to straddle him, inserting his hardness into her moist womanhood. They both moaned as she started moving up extremely slowly, teasing him, and then moving back down so fast he hardly knew it had happened at all. He groaned and grasped her hips pushing her up and down as fast as he could. She moaned and threw her head back.
Ron, finally getting tired of being dominated, quickly flipped them over so she was underneath him. He sat up on his knees and stopped their movements completely as he took his time placing her legs on either side of him, her knees bent at his waist, torturing her. Hermione whimpered at his slow speed, wanting him to thrust. He finally grinned at her devilishly and gripped her hips, pulling out and thrusting in at an agonizingly slow pace. "God Ron, faster, harder." Hermione moaned underneath him.
Ron waited for a couple more thrusts, knowing it was driving his lover wild, before picking up his speed, and moving as fast and as hard inside of her as he could. "Oh God! Yes, Ron, Yes!" Hermione panted, meeting him thrust for thrust.
With one final thrust, Hermione's vaginal walls clinched around Ron's organ as she was overcome with a mindblowing climax. Ron followed shortly after thrusting into her one final time before errupting deep within her. He fell on top of her, kissing her passionately, before rolling off of her and pulling her close to him. She rested her head on his chest and sighed in contentment before looking up breifly at the clock on the bedside table and replacing her head back on her own human pillow. She kissed his chest lightly, wrapping her arm around him and playing with his nipple lightly, before looking up at him and grinning. She leaned closer to him and kissed his cheek. "Happy Anniversary, Baby. I love you." she whispered into his ear, making his body shiver slightly as her breath flowed across his ear.
"Love you too." he responded, kissing her mouth passionately once more before pulling her down once more and falling into a much needed slumber.
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The next morning, Ron woke up hearing a small wimpering sound followed by Hermione's voice. He looked around and noticed that Hermione was no longer in bed with him. He got up and pulled his pajama pants back on and left his bedroom, heading down the hall to where the noise was coming from. He walked into a room decorated with sea green walls and a lake type landscape painted on them. There was a Cherry wooden crib siting in the center of the right wall, a matching changing table to the left, and a wardrobe next to it.
"Shh, baby your ok." Hermione soothed, smoothing down her son's burgendy red curls. She was dressed in a pink silk night gown and had the 6 month old placed securely on her hip. She turned to exit the room and jumped when she saw Ron standing there, making the baby cry harder. "God, you scared me." she complained to Ron before making shushing noises and bouncing the baby gently.
"Sorry." Ron said smiling slightly. "What's wrong with my little buddy?" He asked coming over and letting the baby grip his finger.
"He wants breakfast. I bet his sister does too." Hermione commented, emphasizing the word sister. Since they had, had their son, Ron's had a slight problem with almost forgetting that his 2 year old daughter existed.
"Oh, right, yeah. I'll take him and get him situated and you can go get her." He commented smiling at the baby as he took him from his mother. Hermione sighed and shook her head sternly before walking around him and leaving the room.
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Hermione walked down the hall and into a room decorated with pink, yellow, and white accented flowers. There was a white toddler bed sitting to her right with a toybox at the foot of it that matched the flowery design of the rest of the room. A dresser was placed to her left along with a window and many stuffed animals decorated in front of it. She smiled when she saw her daughter sitting at her toy box playing with a toy that one of her many uncles gave her.
Two year old Rose was an exact duplicate of her mother except her long brown curls had natural red highlights from her father added to the blonde and brown that she received from Hermione. She had Hermione's dark brown eyes, nose, and smile. Rose had her mother's brains but her father's fun personality. Baby Hugo was the spitting image of his father. He had his eyes except, instead of the bright blue that his father had, his were a dark forest green. He had his father's facial features. His hair was red like Ron's except his was a shade of dark red almost brown where his fathers was a bright red. Hugo seemed more down to earth and professional like her. "Mornin' sweetie." Hermione greeted.
Rose looked up at her with a solomn, almost heartbroken expression. "Mornin'." She muttered turning back to her toys.
Hermione shut her eyes and took a deep breathe. This meant that her daughter had heard what had gone on and had enough brains, getting them from her after all, to figure out that her father hadn't worried about her. She sat down in the floor with her daughter and pulled the toddler to sit in her lap. The little girl burried her head in her mom's chest, snuggling up to her as if it was a natural reflex. Hermione wrapped her arms tight around her daughter and held her close. Hermione sat holding her, rocking gently back and forth, not saying anything because there was nothing for her to say. Ron had created this mess, he had hurt their daughter this way and nothing Hermione did or said could change that, only Ron could.
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"Come on baby. Let's get you dressed." Hermione said standing up and sitting Rose on her bed. She went over to her closet and got out a pink t-shirt and a pair of denim overalls that had a skirt instead of pants and were decorated with pink hearts. She got her daughter dressed and put her socks and shoes on before pinning her curls on the side of her face back out of the way, and brushing her bangs over to the side so she could see.
"Where we goin' mommy?" Rose questioned, as her mom took her hand and lead her over to the bathroom.
"We're gonna teach daddy a lesson. K?" Hermione whispered smiling up at her daughter as she knealt before her. Rose nodded confused and Hermione kissed her hands. "Don't worry baby, just go brush your teeth."
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Hermione went and got dressed into a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt before fixing her curls to fall in ringlets down her back and brushing her own teeth before picking Rose up and placing her on her hip. She got some extra clothes for both of them and placed them in a luggage bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she headed out the door.
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"Where are you going?" Ron questioned, watching as she sat the bag and Rose down by the door and headed toward him, taking Hugo from him.
"Well, Ronald, since you seem so contint with just caring about one child. We're leaving, and I'll call you later to decuss your visitations with Hugo." Hermione said casually as she placed the baby in his carseat and started to pick it up. Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him. She almost cried at the hurt look on his face.
"Hermione, can we at least talk about this before you leave?" he requested. Hermione nodded before turning around and bending down to Rose.
"Mommy'll be right back ok? Stay here with your brother." Rose nodded and Hermione kissed her head before following Ron into their bedroom.
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"You can't do this, Hermione. You can't just take them and leave." He said almost as an order.
"Oh I think I can, Ronald. I'm their mother and it's my job to make sure that they don't get hurt." She practically shouted back.
"I would never hurt them, Hermione you know that." Ron said almost hurt.
Hermione walked toward him and cupped his face in her hands. "Ron, I love you. You know that and I would never leave you in a million years but you should have seen the look on Rose's face today when I went to get her for breakfast. She heard you ask how Hugo was and you never once asked about her. When I did mention her, you acted as if you didn't really care. I can't let you do this to her anymore. I'm sorry but I'm going. I'll call you later to schedule your visitation with Hugo."
"And Rose." Ron said almost and tears.
Hermione shook her head gently, carassing his cheek with her thumb. "You don't want Rose, you've made that perfectly clear to everybody, especially her." She answered. Hermione took a deep breath and leaned up on her toes and kissed him passionately before pulling away and resting her head on his. "I love you." she whispered. "I just want to show you what your taking for granted. We'll come back once you've learned your lesson."
Ron nodded, hugging her tightly to his chest.
Hermione pulled away and smiled at him slightly before turning and leaving the bedroom. Ron followed shortly after and went over and kissed Hugo on the head. He reached over to kiss Rose too but she pulled away from him quickly and hid behind Hermione. Ron looked as if he'd been smacked across the face but knew that he deserved it and stood back up to his full height.
Hermione bent down and picked up Hugo's carseat and slung the bag with their clothes in it over her shoulder along with the diaper bag and grabbed Rose's hand before leaving the apartment.