"I'm so glad you talked me into buying this place" he murmured as he kissed her neck. "Now I have extra galleons to buy a Chudley Cannons box and you can magic the house into something better." Hermione didn't even bother protesting doing all the magical alterations, his lips on her neck muffling her brain. Something about this house had her whole body buzzing. They purchased the property after a long night of yelling, screaming, broken vases, and sulking. The argument ended when Hermione irrationally put their potential offspring on the table. "I'll have as many children as you want" she quietly stated. Their entire apartment went silent. "And I'll quit my job to raise them all" she added even more quietly. "You serious?" he warned as his eyes burnt holes into hers. "Anything, I just... I just really want this house."
The next morning Ron settled on the property and Hermione magicked all their belongings into three suitcases. Harry, Ginny, the Weasleys, the Longbottoms, and a few close Hogwarts friends promised to attend the first christening supper at their new home later that evening. Ron grumbled as he pushed open the creaky gate, "put that blasted gate at the top of your to-do list" he called over his shoulder. Hermione eyed the gate, her breath caught in her chest- should she touch it again? Hesitantly, she gently lay a finger, then two, then her whole hand, then pushed her whole body against it. 'Why isn't it working' she thought. She was disappointed. Hurriedly, she caught up with her husband, who was standing in front of the door without moving. "There's something I'm supposed to do. Like, a muggle thing" he said while turning to her. In the next moment, he swept her up into his arms and grinned. "Our first home" he smiled. "Our first home" she replied. "You know, muggles didn't really think this tradition through, how the bloody hell do you open the door while carrying your beautiful bride?" he joked. She laughed and reached down and grasped the door handle for him…
… "You can see everything from up here" he said softly, not turning around. "I wasn't sure if you'd come…" she whispered back. He turned, taking her in for the first time. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, wisps of tendrils escaping and blowing about in the breeze. Her big eyes unsure as her dark lashes gazed at the floor of the Astronomy Tower. This wasn't a bookworm or a hero's best friend or an elf-activist. No, here in the moonlight, this was Hermione. He took a step closer and grabbed her hand slowly, "Hermione, where would I be without you?" Her eyes shot up and gripped him with an intensity he wasn't prepared for. "Dead" she replied…
"Hermione?! Love? Are you ok? Look at me!" Ron frantically pleaded. She blinked. "What? What happened?" "You, like, weren't here for a moment. I mean, you were here but you weren't. Blasted, I don't know- you sort of just left your body I think. What happened?" "I don't know" she replied, her breath coming in shallow spurts as panic began to take over. "I need some air" she exclaimed as she climbed up off the floor and blindly made her way to the back of the house. She pushed the door open with her shoulder and gasped as a burst of wind met her. She sat down on the back patio stoop, wrapping her arms around her body, and pressing her forehead onto her bent knees. 'This is stress' she mentally reasoned. 'This is just a product of stress, and lack of sleep, and guilt, and stress…' she trailed off. The property backed up against a forest, deep and dark as the sun began to play light off the evergreens. She felt oddly comforted, this forest reminded her of the Forest of Dean and the Forbidden Forest. Its enormous trunks, hundreds and hundreds of years old, soothing her anxious mind and bidding her to relax in their nature.
Later that evening, guests filed in. Bottles of wine, warm hugs, happy greetings, and oohs and ahhs filled the entranceway. Hermione had spent the rest of the day putting her nickname, 'Smartest Witch of Her Age' to the test. She transformed the house into a home and created a mixture of the warmth of the Burrow and the elegance of Grimmauld. The evening ran over as the guests made their way to the back patio, the forest twinkling with fireflies and romance. "I perfect home, my dear" Mrs. Weasley slurred over her wine glass. "It's so romantic out here" Ginny added, whilst throwing Harry a shy smile. Idle chat and laughter wound down the evening, until the guests reluctantly excused themselves to return home. "Thought they'd never leave" Ron said as he wound his arms around her stomach, pulling her back flush with his wide chest. He placed soft kisses on her neck as she tilted her head back and the slightest of moans escaped her lips. "Let's go christen our bedroom" he mumbled into her hair and led her up the steps. Once reaching the bedroom, he let go of her hand and placed both hands on her shoulders, pushing off her sweater. "You looked so beautiful tonight, playing house with me" he said before bringing his lips down to hers firmly. "We make a good team" she replied. Clothing began to drop to the floor, piece by piece as the couple stepped towards the bed. Hermione lay back as Ron moved over top of her, his mouth never leaving her chest. "Yessss" she gasped as he lined himself up and pushed slowly into her waiting heat. "Gods, yes" he groaned, eyes clenched shut. Hermione moaned with each thrust, his size filling her completely. He placed his forarms on either side of her head and began to move in earnest, earning him expletives from his beautiful wife's mouth. His movements began to increase in pace and force, her hips meeting him thrust for thrust on their own accord. "Fuck, Mione. Fuck, I'm gonna…" he gritted. "Oh Ron, I'm cumming" she panted. Both clutching each other in a frenzied orgasm and gradually relaxing into the soft bed. Ron grinned, eyes closed, as he drifted off to sleep. "I'll get the lights" she teased, rolling her eyes. As she rolled over and touched the lamp's switch, her heart stopped beating as her chest seized with terror and she involuntarily choked out:
"Draco."