Hermione stormed out the door just in time to see Ron disapparate. She sat for a moment, catching her breath. It existed, the passion existed. She didn't want it with Draco Malfoy, though, he wasn't who she was destined to be with. She just wanted Ron.

She took a deep breath and apparated home.

She found him on the couch in the dark, a glass of firewhisky in hand. "What the fuck, Hermione?" was his greeting to her.

Tears sprung to her eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "How long has this been going on?"

"Nothing is going on! He got excited because I'm helping him with his case! He kissed me! HE kissed ME!"

"Hermione you were hugging him! He had his hands all over you! And I didn't have to have a front row seat to see that you enjoyed it!" Ron looked at her and she saw that he had been crying. She stepped closer to him, and scooted further away from her on the couch.

"For a minute, yeah. I enjoyed it. He's handsome, he touched me in a way I hadn't been touched in years, looked at me in a way I hadn't been SEEN in years. But I'm your wife and I stopped him! Did you not see that? I pulled away, I stopped it, and here I am!"

Ron got up suddenly and leaned down to her, so close to her face that she could smell the whisky on his breath.

"That's right, Hermione. You're my wife. I'm the only one who's allowed to touch you like that, and look at you like that." His voice was a low grumble.

"Then why don't you?" She whispered, her voice quavering.

His eyes turned soft. "You're beautiful, Mione. But I'm tired. I work hard, I'm over-worked. And the things I see... sometimes coming home to bed can't make me un-see them. I'm so sorry, love. I'm so sorry I bring that home."

"I love you, Ron. You're it, there is no one else, not since third year, you know that. Please, I'm so so sorry." She took a chance, him being so close, and pulled her toward him, sobs wracking through her body.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around around her somewhat reluctantly. He kissed the top of her head.

"Please forgive me," she sniffed.

"Of course I forgive you, you're my wife. I love you. And hey, Draco Malfoy. I'm sure his breath smelled like fois gras or escargot or something else fancy and disgusting." They both giggled. He always knew how to break the tension.

She looked into his face, examining his eyes. They were the same clear blue that she had always loved, the same eyes that Rose has. They were rimmed red, and they were darker than they had been when they first met. They had been through so much, and then he had been through loads on top of that alone in the Auror's office.

He touched her cheek where he always did, right where she had a chickenpox scar from when she was 9. He leaned in to her, and kissed the sensitive spot on her neck.

"There are no children in this house, my love. I can take you right here," He whispered into her neck. She felt a surprising jolt of pleasure run through her body.

"Please," she whimpered. He pulled off her top, kissing the line of skin above her bra. They were both panting in anticipation, but he took his time to please her. He released her from her bra gently, covering her mouth with his lips. He massaged her breast, releasing her lips to suck her nipple into his mouth. "Oh wow."

He helped her strip off her pants, kissing her tummy before removing her panties. He picked up her naked body, and hoisted her onto their kitchen table. He kissed her sweetly, reaching down and stroking her soft folds.

Hermione worked on undoing the buttons of his shirt frantically, needing to feel his skin. His taut muscles twitched as she ran her fingers over them. "Looks like you need release as much as I do," She murmured, planting her lips above his belly button. He groaned. She undid his trousers, letting him loose. He gazed at her, mesmerized by her actions. She stroked his girth as he plunged two fingers into her warm depths. "Oh, yes, Ron, touch me." They moved together, the passion new but their bodies familiar. She knew he loved when she rubbed the vein just below the head of his cock and he knew that she would come undone with just the slightest movement of his fingers inside her. Her orgasm was hard and intense. She moaned his name as she shook around his fingers, her hands losing their concentration on his body. "Mione, I need you." He plunged into her, holding the small of her back. She was still coming down from her high, and the shock of taking his entire length of him made her arch her back and moan, overtaken by feeling. "Oh, you like that, do you? Are you thinking of Draco Malfoy now, Hermione?" Ron growled through gritted teeth as he pounded into her. "Just you, Ron," she replied breathlessly. "Yeah, just me, that's right, you're mine, all mine..." He grunted as he moved in her. She lost control again, losing her ability to think clearly. "Oh, yes! Yes please Ron, yes!" "Fuck, Mione!" Ron suckled her breast as he spilled into her. She lost control at the feeling, crying out his name one more time. "Oh Gods," Ron gasped. "You. Are. Amazing."