Chapter 3: Rough Tides
"Oh yes, Ron." Hermione moaned deeply.
Massaging her breasts he took one in his mouth and began sucking it, teasing it with his tongue.
Hermione snaked her hand around his neck and brought his face up to her own to begin a clashing of teeth and tongue. " 'Mione, I love you so fucking much…" he spoke between breaths. Getting on his knees he whipped Hermione around so that she was now on her stomach. Grabbing her hips he brought them up so that she was now placed on her hands and knees; her bottom was in perfect position for his liking.
"God's your beautiful." He said low enough for only her to hear. "I swear Hermione, every angle, every crevice of your body is bloody gorgeous." Gently, he leaned over and kissed her lower back, sending chills up her spine.
Hermione's head hung down, loving the sensation of his lips and tongue on her skin. "Ron, Love, I appreciate your sentiment but I swear if you don't put it inside me right now, I'm gonna lose it." She replied with a smirk.
"Oh, right…" and with that he grabbed a hold of her hips once more and slammed into her with all the force he could muster.
Hermione bounced forward, her head nearly colliding with the headboard. "Yes, yes, yes," was all she could say as he continued pumping his cock in and out of her with a quickening pace.
"How's that for sentiment you barmy wench?" He chuckled before grabbing ahold of her shoulders and bringing her towards him. They both stood on their knees, with Hermione's back to Ron's front, never breaking contact from within. With a smooth touch, he slid his hand to her belly, rubbing the flat surface, and then slowly making his way down to her center.
Gyrating inside her, Ron began rubbing her clit. Hermione moaned, throwing her head back so that she was leaning on his shoulder. "I love you so much Ron." She breathed.
"I love you too, Hermione." Ron moaned into her neck.
The headboard began creaking, smacking against the bedroom wall. "Hermione…" said Ron.
"Yes, Ron, Faster" She panted.
The banging of the headboard was relentless, growing louder and more persistent with each knock.
"Hermione!" yelled Ron, but this time his voice sounded from afar, as if he had moved away from her.
"Ron?" asked Hermione, looking behind her, but he had vanished, leaving her alone in the bed.
"What the…?"
Hermione's eyes shot open to the sound of a loud nearby pounding.
Realization dawned that she was indeed dreaming and not in the blinding hot throws of passion with her ex-fiancé. Sitting up in bed she flung her legs over the edge and rubbed her eyes to adjust to the light that streamed through the window. Standing up she made her way into the living room and to the front door. She opened it just before Ron was about to knock another time.
"Oh…Hey…" He greeted, lowering his hand. Concern etched his brow as he took in her disheveled appearance. "Is everything okay? I've been out here knocking for ages. I'm surprised I didn't leave a hole in your door."
Opening the door, she stepped to the side, allowing him entrance inside. "Yeah, everything's fine. I fell asleep is all." She answered with a yawn. "The kids and I have been out all day at the market. That was a train wreck if I ever saw one."
Ron raised his eye brows, and then chuckled. "Let me guess. He forgot Phillip. Bloody blanket; I wish he'd lose it. No wait, he thought he forgot Phillip but Rosie was secretly hiding it from him the whole time!"
Hermione laughed, Amused that he almost had it right. "Close; she was hiding his new light up shoes that my mum got him last week. He nearly had a meltdown right in the middle of Diagon Alley!" she answered, throwing up her hand. "I already had a talk with Rose about antagonizing Hugo; told her you would talk with her as well."
Ron groaned loudly, hating this part of parenting. "Couldn't have left me out of it no? "He said shaking off his jacket and placing it on a nearby chair. "You know I hate reprimanding her."
"Yes, I know, but she listens to you more."
"She listens to you too Hermione."
"Yes…well, whenever we do talk, she acts like she's about to turn fifteen not five!" she said, catching her voice as it got increasingly louder.
Coming around towards her, Ron rubbed his hands down her arms, in hopes that she'd relax. "I'll talk with her if you want. It'll be okay. Rosie's just at that stage. Now Hugo on the other hand…"
Hermione wacked him on the shoulder, and moved into the kitchen to put on a pot of tea. Ron moved out only a month ago and already things between her and Ron were so much better. Though she wished it hadn't had to go this far to get the results she wanted. They never meant for him to move out but during one of their major fights (over what again?) she remembered suggesting or rather shouting that he pack his bags and leave. Ron, not expecting this from her, but not wanting to be taken off guard, said at that moment, that it was the smartest idea she'd ever come up with.
But pride is a foolish wall that has yet to be broken down, leaving the two, very much in love parents, sharing not only heartache but also the custody of their kids. No courts were involved. Soon after he moved out, Ron made it a point to continue being in his children's lives, insisting that they switch off with the kids every other week. Though it was the best accommodations they could muster at the moment, it was, to their realization, leaving a negative effect on the children. Rosie was always asking when Daddy was coming to get her and little Hugo with his out reached hands in Hermione's direction, lip quivering, as Ron took him to his house, was enough to have Hermione running back into Ron's arms, if only to get that sad look off of her son's beautiful face. But it wasn't enough. Though they agreed to be civil towards each other, which was indeed paying off, Hermione still didn't think that getting back together was a good idea. "So it's best if were together but always yelling in front of them? I don't think so." She would say and drop the subject. But it never faltered Ron's hope of getting back the woman he loved for so many years.
Taking note of the silence Ron asked, "The house is too quiet Hermione. Are you sure you didn't leave the pair at Diagon Alley?"
"Ha! You wish. They're both in their rooms. Rose is playing 'over dramatic, I'm not coming out of my room' and Hugo is taking his nap." Taking out two mugs, she placed them on the counter top noticing how close Ron was now standing beside her. He leaned against the counter top, with his hands loosely folded over his chest. His hair was in desperate need of a cut, she noticed but still suited him well, giving him that boyish charm she always loved so much. His eyes, an ocean blue, stood out clearly as ever, now as she noticed he was looking directly at her.
Hermione quickly looked the other way, grabbing the handle of the whistling tea kettle and poured the hot liquid into the waiting mugs.
"If you haven't noticed Hermione, we're alone."
Hermione's hands froze mid pour then continued on, casually placing the kettle back onto the cooling stove top.
She gave him a quick side glance then made her way to the living room, Ron in tow. "You're point being?"
Ron sighed. For being the smartest witch at Hogwarts she sure knew how to act thick. "Oh I don't know, maybe we could pick up where we left off the other night." He replied sitting beside her on the couch. Taking a hold of her hot mug, he set it down on the coffee table in front of them. He moved in closer, placing his hand on her knee and began rubbing it slowly.
Hermione felt the familiar flutters in the pit of her stomach burst forward in a flash of heat. She knew what he had in mind, remembering how quickly the other night had progressed, how much they had drunk that night. It was silly, she thought to herself. We didn't know what we were doing. We weren't in our right minds. We can't do this again, it'll only complicate things. But man do I miss his touch…
Ron's hands began to wonder, not remaining stagnant on her leg but moving further up her cotton blouse. Nuzzling her neck he began kissing it softly feeling the rapid pulse behind her skin.
"Calm down , love." He chuckled against her throat. "Your heart's beating faster than a snitch."
"I know," she sighed, willing her heart to stop beating all together. "I'm sorry, it's just maybe we shouldn't be doing …" and just like that she stopped talking because in that moment, Ron had covered her mouth with his own. Hermione let out a soft moan in protest but did nothing else to stop his increasing advances.
Taking her moan as a sound of pleasure Ron pulled back for a second and sat back against the couch but pulling Hermione onto his lap simultaneously. Hermione squealed at the sudden pull and proximity of their actions but again, placed no objections; fully aware that with her legs straddling him, she could feel the growing erection in his pants. She needed this and by the look in his deep blue eyes, he was just as eager for affection as well.
Sound in their new position, they started again where they left off, Hermione, running her hands through his hair as he sensually sucked then nipped her bottom lip. Hermione let out a small gasp loving how he always knew the things that turned her on the most. Ron ran his hands up and down her back, stealing his hands beneath her shirt.
"Mummy! What you doing?" cried a small voice from beside the couch.
Hermione and Ron, not realizing Hugo's presence until he spoke, quickly disassembled from each other, Hermione climbing off of Ron's lap and heading towards her son, while Ron, immediately placed a small sofa cushion onto his lap.
Hermione picked up Hugo and placed him on her hip, habitually sweeping his mass of orange hair to the side and giving him a kiss on his forehead. "What you doing mummy?" repeated Hugo, clearly not forgetting what he just walked into.
"Oh nothing sweetheart," answered Hermione, her voice turning soft. "Daddy and I were just hugging, that's all."
"Hugging?"
Ron made a loud snort, seeing humor in the fact that they were doing more than just hugging, but quickly bit his lip when given a glare from Hermione.
Ron cleared his throat. "Uh yes…Just hugging. Daddy missed mommy a lot." Throwing a glance her way Hermione's glare disappeared and gave a small smile as her cheeks turned hot pink.
"Here love, sit here and watch your movie while mommy goes and gets your bag. You're staying with daddy this weekend remember?" she said placing him on the couch. Clicking the television on she made her way to Hugo's room with Ron.
As they entered his room, Ron sat on the bed, studying Hermione as she scurried across the carpet to gather his clothes and things that he would need for his stay with him.
"Are we going to talk about this?" he asked, raking a frustrated hand through his hair.
"Talk about what? Hey, do you want me to pack his blanket for the car ride to your house or do you have one already?"
"Hermione…"
"You know I swear I always forget something. Next thing I know you'll be flooing me asking where Phillip is or why his pajamas aren't packed…"
"Hermione, would you stop for a second and talk to me?"
"Talk about what Ron?" she said, throwing a fist full of clothes into a bag. She stopped rummaging and looked at him. She let out a shaky breathe. "Talk about how you want to get back together? How you think it's best for the kids? How what we're doing, whatever this random snogging and the occasional shag are a testament to how we truly feel about each other?! Is that what you want to talk about Ron?"
"Well…yea." He said standing up in front of her, his height over shadowing her by 6 or more inches. "I never wanted to leave you in the first place Hermione, you know that. We both clearly love each other, and we haven't argued in weeks…I mean, aside from now that is."
"Yes and I want to keep it that way!" she practically yelled. "All the fighting we do Ron, it was okay when it was just us but now we have two other people to think about. We can't raise them in a house full of anger."
"But im not angry Hermione. I swear I'm not! I honestly don't even know what it is we were fighting about in the first place," he said coming closer and rubbing her shoulders.
Hermione chuckled because she had forgotten as well.
"Hermione, I miss you." He said running his hand down her cheek. "I miss what we have together. I miss waking up to you in the morning, and knowing Rosie and Hue are in the next room over."
Hermione smiled and closed her eyes, picturing his every word in her mind, and knowing in her heart that she missed him as well. Leaning in, he slowly circled his hand around to the small of her back and brought her close to him, placing a kiss on her that would not be forgotten.
"I want to come home…" he whispered.
In an instant, Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and was kissing him back, remembering and loving the feel of his soft lips on hers. Pushing her up against the wall, his hands ventured to her legs where he brought one up to hang loosely on his hip.
Hermione moaned as Ron's hot breathe was felt on her neck as he licked and kissed her.
"Mmm…Ron…"She mumbled. Hearing her own voice in response to his touch, made her slightly aware of what they were doing and in whose room they were doing it in. At any moment, Hugo could burst through the door claiming he's done with his movie. Better yet, let it be Rosie who comes in. Already angry with her, catching them like this would surely fuel fire to the flame.
"Yes, Hermione…"
"Ron, wait," she said behind his lips.
"What is it," he said coming up for air. Hermione's heart melted looking in eyes again, forced with the displeasure of telling him no.
"We have to stop."
"Are you kidding?" he replied with his eyebrows raised. "He loves that bloody movie, he'll be there another twenty five minutes; More than enough time if you ask me." With a smirk on his lips he moved in closer but not before Hermione gently placed her hands on his chest.
"No Ron, I mean we just can't do this." She replied, lowering her leg from his hip. Smoothing down her shirt, she moved around him to continue gathering Hugo's belongings in his bag.
"It's not right." She stammered. "I don't want to confuse them if they were to catch us. Hell it's already confusing me…"
Ron shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe how stubborn she was being. They were both clearly in love with one another. He could feel it just in the way she would look at him from across the room, in the way they kissed and touched; the way she would say his name. But nothing at this moment was going to change her opinion, he could see that.
Knowing his attempts were futile right now he stood up, grabbed the half ready bag Hermione was attempting to stuff full of Hugos things and stalked out of the bedroom in a heated fashion.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled out after him. They made their way out to the living room where Ron turned off the television, only to receive a curious look from Hugo.
"Come on Hugo, say goodbye to your mum. We're leaving." As an afterthought he yelled, "Rosie, come on out, it's time to go!"
"You can't be serious!" She said in a hushed voice, her teeth gritted.
"As I am standing here." He shot back with a glare. "I know what I want Hermione. I want you. I know that we can work through this but for whatever reason you can't seem to understand that. I'm beginning to wonder if you want me at all."
Hermione had the good graces to look down at this. "Ron…I…" But at that exact moment Rosie came flying into the room towards her father.
"Daddy!" yelled Rosie running with her arms raised. A wide smile spread across her face as he scooped her up into his strong arms.
"Hey there beautiful." he smiled and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"Daddy, I missed you so much!" squealed Rosie, hugging him again.
"I've missed you too Rosie."
"Daddy, are we leaving now? I have to grab my baggy and my slippers mummy got me if we are."
"Yes, we're leaving now. Go grab them quick so we can head off." He said putting her back down.
Ron turned over toward Hermione where she was consoling a blubbering Hugo. She had him in her arms with his head resting on her shoulder.
"Hugo, you love going to Daddy's," She whispered to him. "You always have so much fun there."
"Don't wan' go," He sniffled sadly.
"I know love, but you must. I'll be back to pick you up next weekend. Okay?"
He nodded his head slowly.
"Here, go with Daddy." She said.
Not really wanting to, Hugo picked up his head and went over to Ron, where he placed him on his hip.
Hermione and Ron stood and looked at each other. Wanting to say so much but unable, as usual, to articulate their feelings without starting a fight. Hermione felt her lip tremble, and looked away in time for Ron not to catch it.
Just then they all turned their heads to a pecking sound that was coming from the kitchen window. Hermione went over and opened the window to allow the bird inside. She then untied the two scrolls from around the owl's leg, allowing him to drink from a nearby dish of water she had on the counter top.
"What's mum doing sending us both letters?" asked Ron, recognizing the stout, brown owl.
In answer, Hermione went over to him and handed him his letter. They opened it and began reading, Hugo looking at it intently, as if he too understood the words on the parchment.
"News?" asked Ron curiously. "We just saw Mum and Dad two nights ago. Why didn't they tell us then?"
"Your guess is as good as mine." Hermione replied, not really caring. Rolling up her scroll again she placed it on the sofa, walked over to Hugo and gave him one final kiss before his departure.
"Behave yourself little man." She stated firmly.
"Okay." He answered quietly. Reaching out he placed his hands on both her cheeks, brought her close and kissed her soundly on the lips. "Bye Mummy."
Hermione and Ron shared a laugh at that. "Bye baby. See you soon."
"Okay, Okay, I'm ready!" yelled Rose, stomping into the room with 2 bags full of her things. "Bye mum!"
She ran over to Hermione and gave her a quick sideways hug then ran out to the front door.
"Bye Rose!" She yelled after her. "Love you!"
"Well I guess I'll see you sooner rather than later when we all meet up at The Burrow." Ron said. "I'll make sure to have their things together so I can pass them on to you."
Hermione took in a deep breath and sighed, hating when they had to speak of things like schedules and switching the kids back and forth. "That would be great Ron, thank you."
And with that he turned and retreated from her flat, leaving her to her thoughts.