If walls could talk, their house would share their secrets Ron thought. Ron came home one evening and found Hermione fast asleep. He couldn't help but love her. He loved how obsessed she was with books. He loved how she handled the children when they needed her. He especially loved her soft skin. He crawled into bed with her and wrapped his strong arms around her tiny waist. She awoke and turned to him.
"You're home late," She said as she yawned.
"I know, I had to clean up the mess in the shop. George won't be back from his trip for a while and I had to clean up spills someone made earlier today. I'm sorry I didn't make it for dinner." He said.
"That's okay. I left you a plate in the refrigerator. The kids ate everything today," She smiled. They had picky eaters especially Hugo at age three. He wouldn't touch anything green.
"What'd you make?" He asked as his stomach rumbled.
"Mashed potatoes, green beans, and pork," Hermione said yawning again.
"My favorite dinner." Ron said sadly. He hated working late for he often missed dinner.
"Everything I cook is your favorite," Hermione chuckled softly as she turned around to get comfortable again.
"I can't help it. I love to eat, but when you cook, it's heaven in my mouth," Ron's stomach growled again.
"Did you skip dinner?" Hermione asked, she knew when her husband was really busy he often skipped dinner.
"Yes, but I'm hungry for something else, instead of food." Ron hinted a big hint.
"You're hungry for me." Hermione turned back around, teasing her husband pretending to fall asleep.
"I'm always hungry for you." Ron said as he playfully tickled her belly. Hermione laughed.
"What do you like most about me?" She often asked this question and he replied the same every time.
"Your skin. It's so soft and smooth," He said as he allowed his rough fingers to feel her soft skin.
As the moon played peek-a-boo with the clouds, the couple played peek-a-boo with the sheets. They tangled between the sheets and between each other. Each hungry for the other whispered secrets to each other in the night as well as their love for each other. Whispers in the night were Ron's favorite kind of conversation with Hermione. They were short, but sweet. He loved playing with her in the dark, loved how she reacted and loved how her skin became one with his.
When they parted, they were panting. They were even more tired, but enjoyed the feeling of just coming together as a married couple.
"Hermione?" He said as he saw her reach for her pajamas again.
"Hmm?" She responded.
"I love how you make love to me," Ron wasn't much of a romantic, but when he did, those moments were rare.
"You say that every time we finish Ronald," Hermione said sweetly.
"I know, it's true. I never grow tired of it. I love you more after we finish, I remember you're my wife forever and I can't help but say that." He grinned in the dark as he pulled his shirt back on. When they were both dressed, he wrapped his arms around her again and whispered in the dark to her.
"Hermione, I love you. I will always love you. Don't ever forget that," He said.
"How can I forget? You always remind me." She said teasing him. She turned around, and gave him a kiss.
"I love your kisses," He smiled.
"And I love yours," She said turning back around.
"Good night my Hermione. I'm so glad you are my wife," He said sweetly.
"Good night Ron, Happy early birthday." Hermione said sleepily.
Special thanks for my beta: PhoenixFanatic999
