Chocolate Cake - Romione
A/N: I'd lay down some pounds to pour tea for JK Rowling. Then again, she might not like my tea. -DG
Hermione watched Ron tuck into his Mum's cooking. They were only three days back from Australia and he was eating like he hadn't had a meal in a month. Then again, seeing Ron standing before her an hour prior in nothing but his skin reminded her of what the year on the run did for them.
He looked over at her plate that was barely touched. The vegetables were gone and so was the fresh bread, but the slices of roasted ham stayed on her plate. The smell of roasted meat still made her nauseous. Sure enough, Ron speared one of the chunks onto his plate, tearing into the succulent ham also.
"Ronnie, slow down, you'll give yourself indigestion."
Hermione looked over at Mrs. Weasley and her admonishment. She knew what was coming next. "But Mum, I'm starving! Hermione barely fed me since we got back."
"That's not true!"
His fork clattered on the plate while he was sucking the juices off of his fingers. Hermione watched him, remembering this one innocent action that wasn't innocent with them. He then wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, eliciting a small groan from her. He did that about two hours ago, too.
He picked up his spoon and finished off the creamed potatoes, including licking some off of his delectable lips. Hermione squeezed her thighs together while trying to keep down the ardor she was feeling from his eating habits.
"How about dessert?"
"Merlin, yes, please!"
She looked up and hoped that Molly was bringing something that would distract her from thinking about Ron and how enthusiastic he was when he went down on her.
Molly returned to the room with a huge chocolate cake. "Hermione, you should learn now that a way to a Weasley's heart is through his stomach."
Hermione watched with a huge grin as Ron took his plate with a quarter of the cake on it and devoured half of it in the first bite. He was sloppy, but also voracious. She flushed thinking about how he had the same desire for her breasts.
A chuckle broke her reverie. Arthur was laughing. "If you want a piece, we'll cut one for you. I'm sure Ron would share a small sliver."
Molly reached over and handed her a long thin wedge of cake.
She grabbed her spoon and dug a small corner off of the back of it, finding it mostly icing. Perfect. She turned it over and enjoyed it like a lolly. Sure enough, that caught his attention. He watched, his eyes turning darker by the second, as she sucked the chocolate off of her spoon.
Ron always loved it when she did that for him, much like the spoon.