Ron was released from hospital a day later. The doctor had warned him his ears were healing well but still delicate. He was also told to avoid strenuous activity because of his other injuries. Hermione felt a bit more relaxed as soon as she'd gotten Ron settled back into their flat.

"It's so good to be home." Ron said reclining on the sofa. Hermione propped his broken arm up on a pillow and brought him a bowl of chicken soup, which he gratefully ate and asked for another.

"I'm glad we were able to use the Floo Network. I thought we'd have to wait until your ears were mended and fly. Are you in pain?" Hermione asked lovingly running her hands through his hair.

"Nah, I'm good thanks. When d'ya reckon I can see a Healer about my arm?" Ron asked.

Hermione shrugged. "We can go to St. Mungo's tomorrow if you're up to it."

"I'm dying to get this fucking plaster off. My arm is itchy as fuck." Ron whinged.

"I broke my wrist once. I remember how itchy I felt." Hermione remarked.

"I didn't know that. When did that happen?" Ron asked.

"I was eight or nine. I fell out of a tree."

Ron made a grunt of surprise. "Why in the world was eight year old Hermione Granger up a tree?"

She smiled. "I'm pretty sure I was trying to retrieve a kite or something. I can't remember. Anyway, I fell out and landed right on my wrist. I still remember the cracking sound it made." She lightly rubbed her left wrist.

"At least it was your left hand," Ron offered sweetly. "I'm hopeless without my right hand. I tried casting spells this morning but I can't hold my wand properly, I can't do anything. I feel such a Squib."

"Aww poor Ron can't even masturbate properly…" Hermione said teasingly.

Ron shrugged his good shoulder. "That as well. I told you, I'm hopeless with my left hand." A pink embarrassed flush rose up in his cheeks. Hermione raised an eyebrow and he thought for a moment he saw a wicked smirk on her face.

"What? What was that?" Ron asked half laughing.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing…" she replied. He watched her suck on her lower lip a moment.

"Oh really? Nothing? Is that why you suddenly look devious?"

Hermione smirked and turned from him. She spun back around again and was pointing her wand right at his face.

"What the fu-" he began to yelp.

"Immobilus!"

Hermione looked down at Ron, now fully aware of his surroundings but wholly incapable of moving. She bit her bottom lip again and slowly dropped to her knees.

Never breaking eye contact with him, she reached over and opened his jeans. She ran her hand lightly back and forth across the lightly freckled skin just above the waistband of his pants.

"You honestly didn't think I wasn't going to take advantage of you being home, did you? You're away so much. I miss you." Her voice was a low purring moan.

She reached down into his pants and raked her nails in his pubic hair. His cock was unmoving along with the rest of his body but she knew he could feel everything. She closed her fist around him and stroked him softly while she watched his eyes of blue fire burn in pleasured anguish.

"We haven't had sex in ages." She was stroking him harder.

"Seeing you immobile in hospital got me thinking." Her voice got breathy. "I was wondering what it'd be like to make you cum if you couldn't move."

Ron tried with all his might to fight the spell off but it felt so good. She knew exactly the pace to keep to keep his orgasm at bay. She wanted it to last.

Hermione leaned over a bit more and touched the tip of her tongue to the head of Ron's cock. He grunted as best he could without being able to move his vocal chords. She winked and took him into her mouth.

Ron slowly regained his ability to move, it felt like warm water was suddenly replacing his blood as the feeling returned to his limbs. He moved his left hand to Hermione's hair as her head bobbed up and down on him. He slowly pumped his hips upward.

Without looking up at him first, Hermione pushed his hand out of her hair and pinned it against the back of the sofa.

Ron moaned loudly and came down her throat.

"Fucking hell woman, warn me next time…" he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He tried to adjust positions on the sofa but gave up when the pain in his arm and shoulder began to pulsate.

She wiped her hand on her sleeve. "No, I don't think I will actually."

They shared a passionate look and she leaned down to kiss him.

"I should almost die a lot more often." He said softly to her.

"Or maybe I should just immobilize you more." She replied.