He Left Handprints on Her Heart- Chapter 1: Sweet Memories
Hermione was standing beside the kitchen counter in their small flat when he caught sight of her. Ron stopped and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, as he watched her, loving the sight of her in his old Quidditch jersey. He noted that her legs and feet were bare and wondered what, if anything, she was wearing beneath it. Something on the counter had captured his wife's attention, but her body blocked his view. Hermione turned her head just a bit, and he was captivated as she brought one of her fingers to her mouth and licked something from it. It was the single most sensual thing he had ever witnessed.
He was across the room, pulling her back against his chest, before she even realized he was there. That stealth training at the Auror Academy had come in handy, though he doubted it was required training so one could sneak up on his sexy wife and shag her senseless. No, that was a bonus.
She squealed, startled when his arms encircled her waist and his chin pressed down on her shoulder. "Ron! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
His voice was little more than a growl, "Give me some."
"What?"
"Whatever you had on your finger, give me some."
He began nibbling down the side of her neck. She closed her eyes and tilted her head allowing him better access as she stroked his hair. "You're home early. I wasn't expecting you for a couple more hours."
"Did you hear me, Hermione?"
"Hm?" Her eyes were closed, and Ron could tell she was enjoying the attention he was lavishing on her neck.
"I said give me some of what you were licking off your finger." He went back to kissing her neck, occasionally using his teeth to nip at her skin while she moaned and whimpered at the sensations.
"Here," she said in a quivering voice. "Oh, Ron! Do that again."
He licked the junction between her neck and shoulder again. He closed his eyes as she pushed two of her fingers past his lips. He applied pressure as he sucked, swirling his tongue around her fingers much more than was necessary to lick them clean, before allowing her to withdraw them. He was surprised. It was some type of chocolate pudding. And it was good-- very good really. Hermione had many admirable qualities, and he loved her beyond reason, but she could not cook an edible dish to save her life.
His Mum must have brought it. She knew how much his wife and Ginny, who, like Hermione, was also five months pregnant, loved chocolate. He would wager there was a matching pudding at his sister's house. "Yum, baby, it's good."
"The pudding or my neck?"
"Both."
"Well," she said after a moment, "aren't you surprised it tastes good?"
Ron's voice was husky. "No. Your neck always tastes delicious." He knew he was leaving marks on her skin. She would fuss when she saw them later, in typical Hermione fashion, but he didn't care. He loved marking her with his mouth and teeth. He wanted the world to know she belonged to him.
"I was talking—Oh-- about the –Yes, right there, baby—pudding."
"You look so sexy wearing my jersey." His hands moved under the too-large-shirt. She was only wearing knickers beneath it, and his hands rubbed her stomach before moving up to cup her breasts. "Maybe I should have another taste."
"I think you should." She guided his mouth back to her neck, as she squirmed to push her tits more firmly into his palms, urging him to squeeze them.
He chuckled. "Not your neck. The pudding-- maybe I should have another taste of the pudding."
She glared at him. "Ron Weasley, you're a tease."
"I wasn't the one licking my fingers and looking all sexy. See what you've done to me." He grasped her hips, pulling her back to press against his erection, and slipping his hand into her knickers.
When his finger dipped inside, she gasped, "That feels so good."
"I thought I was a tease." He withdrew his finger causing her to whine. He chuckled at the sound.
"You are. I want you." Her breaths were coming in short pants.
He backed her up against the table, lifting her to sit on the edge, as he stroked her hair back away from her face. He felt the heat of her stare as he retrieved the dessert. "See something you like?"
"I do."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and tugged at the lobe of his ear with her teeth, her tongue darting inside. The sensation made his skin prickle. He pulled his old jersey over her head and tossed it aside, as her knees tightened around his waist. He kissed her, dipping his tongue into her mouth. Gods he loved the way she tasted.
Ron covered two of his fingers in chocolate, brought them to her lips and moved them back and forth, spreading pudding over her mouth. Her tongue darted out across her lower lip for a taste.
He raised an eyebrow, as she grinned back at him. "Did I say that was for you?"
"You put it on my lips so…"
"So I could lick it off again." He slanted his mouth over hers; his lips and tongue sucked and licked until all of the pudding was gone and her lips were puffy and swollen. "You have the most beautiful mouth. I love the way your lips feel, always so soft, when I kiss you."
She moaned at the sound of his words.
"I love the way your tits fit so perfect in my hands; the way you arch your back when I squeeze them." Ron dipped the first two fingers of each hand into the pudding bowl, as his tongue licked across her swollen lips, forcing its way into her mouth. There must have been a cooling charm on the pudding because she shivered when it made contact with her skin, and her nipples hardened beneath his fingers as he covered them in chocolate.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking gently. Ron had an affection for sweets, but the pudding, when combined with the taste of her skin, was heaven on his tongue. Her fingernails scratched at his back and shoulders when he rolled her nipple between his teeth. "Good, baby?"
"Yes. You're driving me mad, Ron. I'm already about to come."
He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, and between her legs, "Baby, you're already so wet for me. Gonna tongue you until it feels so good it hurts. Gonna stroke you until you purr like a kitten for me. I'm not gonna stop until you beg me."
Her hands were working to unfasten his jeans.
"Patience, love. I haven't finished dessert." He heard her say something about not having any patience left, but his mind was elsewhere. He could only imagine if the pudding tasted good when he licked it from her tits, how good it would taste if he---
Hermione took advantage of his lack of attention and pulled his wand from the back pocket of his jeans. One flick of his wand, and Ron found himself tied to the kitchen chair. A swish, and his clothes were gone. "Blimey, what are you doing?"
"I don't think you should get to have all the fun tonight, love."
"So those are the sounds you make when you're not having fun?" He used his most sarcastic tone, but the feel of her hand as it wrapped around him chased away any ability he had to form coherent thought. "Untie me, Hermione."
"No more teasing, baby. I want you inside me."
He swallowed hard and nodded.
She kissed him, and he felt the ropes release their hold. He pulled her onto his lap, wrapped her in his arms and deepened the kiss as he took the wand from her hand. "I love you like this," Ron said as he stroked her stomach, where his baby grew inside her. "I feel like I'm under some sort of spell when you're in the room. I can't think of anything but kissing you, touching you, being inside you. I love you, Hermione."
"I know."
"Hold on to me." Without question, she wrapped her arms around his neck, as he Apparated the two of them into the bedroom, where they landed softly on the bed.
Ron grasped her hips holding her steady until he was fully engulfed in the wet heat of her body. She began to ride him as he ran his fingertips lightly up and over each of her sides, teasing her ribs with his feather-light touch. She smacked at his hand when it touched the spot he knew was most ticklish, causing him to smile at the look that crossed her face.
She scratched her nails lightly across his stomach, as he reclined on his elbows, unable to take his eyes off her. He loved the way her face changed with each new sensation. He could watch her like this forever, eyes closed, hair wild; knowing he's inside her; knowing she made those noises; the soft gasps and sharper intakes of breath, coupled with sighs and moans, all for him. He watched her stroke herself. "Does it feel good when you touch yourself, love?"
"Feels better when you touch me."
He could tell she was close. He moved his hips to allow his hand to replace hers between them. He moved his thumb in sharp, quick circles against her clit as he whispered, "Come for me, beautiful girl."
At the sound of his words, her muscles clenched around him, dragging him with her over the edge. He loved the sound of his name on her lips when she came. She continued to ride him until both of their bodies were spent.
He pulled her close to him, and she kissed his cheek. He held her for a moment, then stood reaching for his robe. "Be right back. Stay here, okay?"
"Where are you going?"
"I Apparated us in here for a reason…Well, a reason other than the obvious one." He winked at the confused expression on her face. "We have a visitor."
"A visitor? Who?"
"Harry, I think. I heard a pop outside the kitchen window, and I didn't think you'd appreciate him walking in while you were naked in my lap."
"No—You mean he's been here while we…?"
Ron laughed at the blush spreading across her cheeks. "I'm going to find out. If he's still here, it must be important, or he would have left when he heard us…" His words trailed off, he winked at her again and started out of the room.
"You might have told me, Ron. I wouldn't have been so"…her cheeks reddened even more, and she lowered her voice… "loud."
He stopped in the doorway, looking back over his shoulder. "I didn't tell you cause I like it when you're loud."
Ron closed the bedroom door just as something slammed against it from the other side, and he heard his wife's voice, "Prat."
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Harry had, indeed, brought important news. Augustus Rookwood, who escaped the battle that took Fred's life and managed to avoid capture in the years following, despite Bill and Charlie's many attempts to find him, had been spotted. Ron worried about leaving his pregnant wife, but this was something he had to do. He and Harry would not permit another team of Aurors to take the assignment. This was personal. It was about family, and family meant everything.
Ron and Harry returned home a day after Rosie was born, and four days before the birth of Albus. They reported to Auror Headquarters and learned Hermione had given birth late the night before.
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When Harry and Ron reached the door to Hermione's hospital room, Harry patted him on the shoulder. "I'll wait for you."
"What? You're not coming? Chicken. You know she's gonna yell, and you're afraid to go in there with me. Some best friend."
"And I suppose you would go with me if Ginny had been the one to have the baby before we got home."
He had a point. Ron opened the door and peeked inside, half expecting Hermione to throw something at him. Her hand covered her mouth, and tears began to roll down her cheeks when she saw him. He held her close and stroked her hair as her tears dampened his chest. "I'm sorry I wasn't here, sweetheart. Damn, I've missed you. Yell at me all you want, just please don't cry."
She wiped at her eyes, "I reserve the right to hex you later. Right now, I'm just glad you're home." She inclined her head toward the baby, "There's someone you should meet."
He protested at first, "What? Hold her? Hermione, no. She's so little. What if I hurt her? I don't know what I'm doing." Before he could say another word, she placed the tiny baby in the cradle of his arm.
It wasn't long before Ron's parents arrived. Molly let out a relieved cry, "Ron, you're home." She started excitedly toward the bed, clearly intending to hug him.
"Oy, Mum. No. You'll make me drop her."
Typically, his mother would not have been deterred, but the look of pure terror on Ron's face caused Arthur to hold her back.
When Harry and Ginny entered the room, Harry asked, "What's her name, Hermione?"
"I haven't named her. I was waiting on Ron. "Uncle George" was worried you two were going to be gone a while longer, so he gave her a nickname."
"What's he calling her?" asked Ron, somewhat afraid of the answer. With George, it could be anything.
"Rosie. He said her skin was all wrinkled and rosy the first time he saw her. I should probably be grateful he chose Rosie rather than Wrinkles."
Ron sighed. "I'm sorry you had to do this alone."
"Alone?" she asked incredulously. "Hardly. Your pigheaded git of a brother refused to leave until she'd been born."
"Care to narrow it down for me, love? 'Pigheaded git' is an accurate description of all my brothers."
"George."
Ron shot a why-weren't-you-here-with-her look at his sister.
Ginny said, "Oh, no. Don't look at me like that. I tried to stay with her, but Hermione's just plain mean when she's in pain."
"You can say that again." George came striding into the room with Bill by his side. "I didn't even know some of the names she called me. I'm pretty sure they weren't good though. And the language! A right foul mouth our little Hermione has."
"That bad, huh?" said Ron, smiling at his blushing wife.
"Worse," said George. "I was being kind."
"I wasn't all that bad," said Hermione in her own defense.
George raised a teasing eyebrow at her, "She thought she was gonna run me off, I think, but she should have known better. We Weasleys don't back down, not even from foul-mouthed, former prefects."
Ron offered the baby to his mum when George asked to speak to him in private.
They left the room as the rest of the family fawned over the new baby.
George wasted no time in getting directly to the point. "Rookwood?"
Ron froze. They hadn't told anyone the assignment they'd been given. He and Harry had simply informed their family it was one only they could do. "How did you know?"
"Doesn't matter how I know. Tell me."
"The official report is---"
"Is it done, Ron?"
Ron looked at George's face. His brother would never be able to move on without knowing. "It's done."
Without another word, George nodded his head and walked back into the room. Ron followed.
"Molly, may I hold Rosie now?" asked Arthur.
Harry said, "You know, I think Rosie kind of suits her."
Ron looked at his wife, "What do you think?"
"I think our daughter has a name. If someone had told me nine months ago George Weasley would name my firstborn, I would have laughed."
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The birth of their daughter was the point where their marriage had begun to unravel. Hermione had pulled away from him little by little. Valentine's Day was supposed to be a day for lovers. Tonight, he would bring her back and mend what had broken between them, no matter the cost.
End of Chapter 1