And so it begins.
It had been a while, a long while, since they had been together.
She glared in the mirror, her breasts had gained some large, claw-like stretch marks. They looked like the scar on Bill's face, but duplicated several times.
She sighed.
Up to this year she had always worn the white lingerie she wore on her wedding night as part of their anniversary celebrations. Ron had used magic enhancements once or twice to make it through a rigorous evening, but that was their secret. On usual days he had no problems getting an erection but he had performance issues on occasion. She allowed herself to slip into the day dream of Ron for a moment. Yes he had changed over the years, filled into his tall frame a little during his Auror work, but had since lost most of his predominant abs. His shoulders remained perfect, his bum strong and down there...
She quickly snapped herself away from the idea.
Glancing back in the mirror she caught sight of her stomach. Ugh.
It was hard to remember when they'd got married she had been slim, without a layer of fat just about hanging over her jeans. She also hadn't had stretch marks, or a huge scar from the caesarean she'd had. Even the scar on her left arm, the carving of the word 'mudblood', looked less impressive. Her eyes wandered down her arm, catching on her silver wedding band and engagement ring. They shone, the diamond in one glinting in the light of the bathroom.
It was a special one this year, they had been married twenty years today, she had taken the day off specifically. With Rose and Hugo both away to school till Christmas there was plenty time for-.
"Wow, Mrs Weasley." Ron had appeared behind her and slowly and deliberately slid his hands round her waist, purring.
God that felt good.
She let herself lean back into his bare chest and sighed.
"Please don't call me that, I sound like your mother."
Ron chuckled once, before turning her under his arm and drawing her against his chest properly.
He ran his hands over her breasts cupped in the white corset, smiling to himself.
"What?" Hermione asked, feeling a little unsure, he looked like he was up to something.
He shook his head softly,
"You look beautiful. And damn sexy."
She laughed, putting on her best sexy voice, "oh yeah?"
She reached up, snaking her hands behind his neck and pulling him in for a slow and deep kiss. He groaned against her tongue and moved his hands to grasp her hips, jerking her forward to meet his own hips.
Let her feel his length hardening under her ministrations.
Merlin's beard it had been too long, but with two teenagers in the house it wasn't easy to get these moments.
Her hands tangled in his hair, much shorter than it had once been, and pulled his ear to her, whispering,
"Take me to bed Ronald."
He moaned allowed this time, taking his wife by the hand and leading her through to their bed.
More kissing, deep and noisy kissing. She laid herself onto the bed, reaching across for her wand as he began to tug at the lacy knickers she wore.
His mouth moved in to her neck, sucking gently so as not to mark her. He shook his head as she fingered her wand on the bedside table.
"Let's try," he muttered, removing his mouth from her skin and leaning his weight back on his arms.
Hermione knew what he meant but she was taken aback. They'd discussed it a few times, but wasn't it a bit late, she was forty two for goodness sake.
He went back to suckling her skin, this time her collar bone and had shifted his weight onto one arm in order to pull at the ties down the front of her corset. He spoke again, muffled against her skin.
"If we're going to try again, now is the time. I know what your like though."
"What?" She asked, gripping his arm and bringing his gaze back to her. His eyes seemed to be mostly focused on the bump of her boobs above the tight corset.
He smirked, she had a feeling he was preparing for a slap.
"Well, you've fallen straight away every time we've tried- takes the fun out of it really."
Even though he hadn't said it she knew it was a question. She thought about it for a minute, groaned, but laid her wand back on the sideboard.
It might not happen, they were older now. But it did.