I have a day off work today. I had plans, but local lockdown scuppered them so have a bonus fluff/smut chapter. This is one of my favourites as it's so purely Ron & Hermione and fluffy and they start to discuss some of their deeper feelings about their relationship. I hope you enjoy as much as me! x
Hermione wakes up, surprised to find Ron in bed next to her. They enjoy a lazy early morning in bed together.
Hermione woke early the next morning, a familiar warmth lying next to her in bed. Without opening her eyes, she reached for the source of the heat. She was surprised when instead of Crookshanks' warm fluffy body, she was met with the hard muscle of Ron's arm. She let out a sad sigh as she remembered why he was there and rolled back over towards him, seeking out comfort from his arms.
Instinctively, Ron curled his arm tighter around her and pulled her closer. Hermione nestled her head under his chin and closed her eyes.
"You awake?" When she spoke, her voice was thick with sadness.
"No…" Ron opened one eye blearily to look at her.
"You stayed the night…"
Ron raised his one eyebrow at Hermione's statement. "Yeah and I forgot how much of an early bird you are." He slid one hand down her body to rest at the small of her back, stroking it comfortingly. "You made me watch one of the saddest movies in existence and when I started the second one, you barely lasted 10 minutes before falling asleep on me. When I brought you up to bed, you wouldn't let me go; not that I really wanted to leave anyway…" He pressed a kiss amongst her curls. "Now shush and go back to sleep."
"I would have asked you to stay if I wasn't asleep. This is where you belong…" She started drawing a pattern on his bare chest with her finger, sending goosebumps along his arms.
Ron reluctantly opened his other eye, figuring she wasn't planning on going back to sleep anytime soon. He moved his spare hand to her hair, stroking it softly. "How are you feeling?"
"My eyes are sore and I have a bit of a headache but I feel so so sad though Ron…"
"Well that's understandable sweetheart. You had a really rough day yesterday. Crookshanks was a massive part of your life for so long. Do you think you'll get another cat?"
Hermione lifted her head from his skin, looking thoughtful. "No, I don't think so. At least not at the moment. I'm so busy and it's hard enough making sure I have time for you…"
"You know I don't mind it if you're busy, right? I get it – the work we both do means we may be apart from each other for periods of time…"
"I know…" Hermione wrinkled her face up in displeasure at the thought of it. "I don't like the idea of it but I do understand. But it's about balance Ron. You're so important to me, more than anything else in the world." She reached a hand up to stroke his cheek. "You have to know that?"
"Of course I do…" He rested his head against her hand.
"Good!" Hermione pushed herself up to give him a soft kiss before dropping her head back to his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent. "Crookshanks was too special to replace. Maybe when we start thinking about a family we can get a dog first…"
"A dog AND a family?" Ron raised his eyebrows again. "And you still want 10 kids?!"
"Yes… I hated being an only child…"
Ron frowned playfully at her. "Blimey! You sleep with a girl once and suddenly she's planning out your family…" He tightened his arms around her.
Hermione laughed slightly, snuggling closer to him again.
"We better get started then, or you'll soon get past your child-bearing years…"
"Oy!" Hermione lifted her head with a frown. "I've only just turned 21!"
"And yet, you're still older than me!" He smirked, grabbing Hermione's hand as she moved to punch him.
"You just watch it Weasley…" She struggled half-heartedly in his grip. "Or I'll tell your brothers about your bubble baths!" Hermione tried to grin at him, but it quickly disappeared from her face. "Thank you so much for coming over last night. I know you had better plans last night than helping me bury Crookshanks…"
Ron relinquished his hold on her with a comforting smile. "That's what boyfriends do, right? I always want you to be able to call on me if you need me, no matter what else I have planned. You've always been one of the most important people in my life, girlfriend or not…"
Hermione gazed up at him, his words making her feel slightly more cheerful if only for a moment. "It feels so good hearing you say that Ron…" She pushed herself away from his skin again, resting her hands either side of his head. Slowly, she shifted to straddle his waist, pressing a soft kiss against his lips as she moved.
Ron grinned into the kisses, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down to him so that her whole weight lay on top of him. He kept the kisses soft and slow, savouring the feel of her body pressed against his. Where last night, the sex between them was passionate and needy, he wanted to keep things slower and more loving this morning.
Although he hadn't said it yet, Ron was almost positive he was falling back in love with the girl in his arms. The feeling hadn't really gone away, despite their time apart. It had just faded for a time, he reckoned. The reassurance that she was prioritising him now over everything else was enough for him to let down his guard and start putting more trust in her. He knew deep down in his bones that this time was different for the both of them.
Hermione could never get enough of kissing Ron; it was something she thought she could happily do for the rest of her life. But she tore her lips from his anyway and started to slowly kiss down his neck, letting her fingers explore his body as she moved. She grinned against his skin as she heard him groan her name; his voice low and guttural making the hairs on her arm stand on end, igniting a heat deep in her belly. She continued to move her kisses down his body, tasting his skin as if it was the first time. She enjoyed the feel of his hard stomach muscles and took her time reintroducing herself to his new body shape. She loved his body how it was before, of course, but only a Dementor would not appreciate the effort he'd been putting in to keep himself fit for Auror training.
He groaned again and laced his fingers through her hair. "What are you up to?"
"Thanking you for being such a special boyfriend…" She lifted her head briefly, making eye contract with him with a small smirk. She held that eye contact as she pushed down his boxers enough to take him into her mouth.
Ron puffed out his cheeks, his head sinking back into the pillow with a loud groan. He had missed this; not just getting a blow job from her but how comfortable they felt around each other, how easy it was to be completely open with her and how she knew exactly how to make him feel good. She moaned against him and he resisted the urge to thrust his hips up towards her. Despite the fact they'd had sex not even 12 hours ago, he still found his pleasure building far too quickly.
"Hermione…" He groaned warningly. He pulled at her hair as he tried his best to focus on other things to stop him coming too quickly; Dumbledore in greying boxers, the Giant Squid, even his Aunt Muriel but the sensation of her warm mouth on him was almost too much for him to handle.
Despite this, he still let out a moan of complaint as she suddenly pulled away from him. He had been so close. She loved to tease him like this and it drove him crazy. He lifted his head and watched as she expertly removed his boxers and her knickers in two swift movements and crawled back towards his lips. She kissed him so softly, it was almost like she wasn't there as she held him in position and carefully slid onto him, letting out her own loud groan.
Ron immediately sat up, pressing kisses down her neck tenderly, grumbling in frustration as he got to the barrier at the neckline of her nightdress. He reached for the bottom of it and carefully pulled it over her head before giving her a slow, loving kiss. Neither of them felt the need to move their hips, focusing instead on the sensation of electricity and magic coursing between their bodies.
Eventually she pulled away from him and pushed him back down to the bed. Ron laughed, loving when she took control of things. If she had it her way, she'd always be in charge; but he couldn't allow that. The witch needed to learn that they were equal. Before she could even start to twitch her hips, he thrust his hip to meet hers, smirking at her surprised reaction. This was his favourite view of her, curls wild, unbounded pleasure on her face. The early morning sun was bouncing off her skin as she moved on him and he didn't think she could look any more beautiful.
He slid a hand to her chest as she started to move her hips against his, capturing one of her nipples between a finger and his thumb. He grinned as she moaned his name almost desperately and he rolled it harder. It didn't take long before he could tell she was fighting her orgasm. He sat up once more, pushing her body tight to his as he moved his lips to her ear.
"It's okay to let go…"
His voice, low in her ear was enough to push Hermione over the edge. She let him take control and at some point he must have flipped them over as she suddenly was pressed into the bed though she would not be able to pinpoint the moment it happened. She felt him come too as she sought out his lips, kissing him hard and hungrily, as if it were the only thing tethering her to life.
Eventually, she felt him roll off her and she let out a groan of complaint at the loss of contact. He flopped down on the bed next to her and turned his head with a laugh at the noise. She was still fighting to catch her breath, he loved that he could do that to her. He found her hand between their bodies and tangled their fingers together.
"I'll have to remember to do good things more often, if that's how I get rewarded…"
Hermione turned her head towards him with a small smile. "Oh I'll do that again without reason. I don't think I can ever get enough of you…" She laughed breathily. "Honestly, Ron, that was just…"
She struggled to find the words to describe the overwhelming feelings she felt towards him in that moment so instead she leaned in to give him another kiss, almost instantly pushing the kisses deeper again. Ron eagerly reciprocated, although a small thought in his head wondered if he even had it in him to go again straight away. The witch was insatiable. Despite this, he still groaned when they were interrupted by her wand vibrating on her bedside table.
Hermione tore her lips from his with a deep sigh. She untangled their fingers and carefully peeled herself from the sheets as she sat up and reached for her wand.
"I need to go speak to Charles…"
Ron traced a hand up her bare spine, grinning as he felt her muscles respond to him. "You're choosing going to speak to a house-elf over a really lazy, sexy Saturday morning in bed with me?!"
"Yeah…" Hermione turned her head to smirk at him before sliding out of bed. She leaned over him to give him one last kiss. "Why don't you come with me?"
"Can't… Ginny has a weekend off so we're going to play Quidditch up Mum and Dad's…" He rested his hands behind his head, not bothering to cover himself up as he watched her tidy up their discarded clothes. Once she was satisfied the room was tidy enough, she reached into her bedside table and took a measured swig from a potion bottle. "What's that?" Ron frowned slightly.
"Contraception potion…" Hermione raised her eyebrows as she put the bottle away. "I started brewing it once we started dating and I've been taking it since my birthday, just in case."
"Bit presumptuous of you…" Ron couldn't help but grin.
Hermione gave him a small smile. "Well I've learnt from experience that we're a bit rubbish at remembering the charms so this was just easier. As much as I'd love 10 children from you, we're not ready for that yet…" She gave him a small smile. "Can I come watch the Quidditch once I'm done?"
Ron was relieved at the change of conversation. He felt guilty that he was so rubbish at remembering, even though when he'd been with Lavender it was always the first thing he did. There was just something so distracting about Hermione.
"Of course…" He gave her his biggest grin. "I'd love for you to be there! Mum will probably make lunch and then we usually go to the pub for the rest of the afternoon. I'm pretty sure my brothers won't mind you tagging along…"
"I'll try and not feel too hurt that I didn't get invited in the first place…" Hermione frowned teasingly.
"Ah it's not like that 'Mione…" He tried to reach for her arm, but she was already out of his reach. "It's just what we do on Saturdays…"
She grinned teasingly. "That's okay… you're allowed time with your brothers."
Ron furrowed his brows slightly. "Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron?" She paused at her bedroom door and glanced back over at him.
"I'm really glad last night happened. And this morning. I just wanted you to know that. Not what happened to Crookshanks, of course. But everything else…" He paused briefly, his heart pounding. He was so close to saying it, but he lost his nerve right at the last moment. "I'm so glad we sorted this out…"
Hermione felt a flicker of sadness as he mentioned Crookshanks again, but she tried her best to push it aside; instead, giving him her biggest, reassuring grin. "Me too, Ron. Why don't you come shower with me and show me just how much you appreciated it?" She gave him a seductive look before sauntering across the hallway to her bathroom.
Ron scrambled out of bed eagerly, he didn't need asking twice.