And just like that, the great War against the Dark Lord was over. Ron, who had simply decided to live the rest of his life peacefully after the death of his brother, moved in with Hermione. Life was going well for them, new technological advances were being discovered all the time, albeit by muggles, and they were allowed to rest without jobs.
Ron had only two goals from then on. Number one: maintain contact with Harry Potter, his dearest friend, and number 2: grow a family. He sighed, deep-heartedly. Hermione was still so stubborn about not having children. They had been married years, almost 4!
He rolled over in the bed, facing the sleeping girl. She was so pretty, he reflected; that beautiful hair, those colourful eyes...she was a deep sleeper. Ron was going to spring his plan.
He took in another moment to admire her looks before he threw the blanket from the bed. She was wearing something impressive; a almost see-through, pretty bra. He grinned, sliding his way over to her. She was turned sideways, her eyes closed. She looked so peaceful...he ran his hand over her side, admiring the softness of her skin. He pushed her shoulder lightly, so she was lying on her back, and positioned his hand on her breasts, squeezing lightly. He smiled, liking the way they felt in his hands, and moved his lips to hers, kissing her passionately yet slowly.
***Hermione***
She had woken up to a push. She felt alarmed, though she knew it was Ron. Hermione remained as still as possible, spent some seconds adapting a relaxed breathing pattern, and concentrated on keeping it as still and slow as possible.
Yet if faltered when she felt the squeeze. The only person that had touched her there before was Cho, and that was back in school, and she did not want to be reminded of that. Yet, she enjoyed it when he put both hands on her breasts and kissed her.
***Ron***
Ron smiled at her sleeping face, moving one of his hands down to her pink, thin panties. He noticed with a damp pool on them, and he could see through them...he smiled at her womanhood. It looked almost untouched, and pure. He rubbed it, feeling the dampness spread and grow over her panties, and he moved his head down. He pulled her panties to one side, a wide smile growing on her face.
Thoughts were rushing through his mind. What should he do? And suddenly, he knew. The dirty thought had pushed its way to the front of his mind in seconds. He leaned his head forward, and began to lick her sweet spot.