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Again, all characters and the wizarding world belong to J.K. Rowling, but I insist that Ron's beard is never mentioned in her books, so I'm tempted to claim it.
Hermione Granger-Weasley hadn't slept one single night alone since five years ago when the news of the conception of her daughter had been delivered to her husband. When Ron found out that he would become a father, he made a resolution to never miss a milestone of his child's life and spend as much time as he could with his family. And so, he resigned his position with the Aurors and took a full-time job with George in the joke shop. Although, at the insistence of the Minister himself, Ron agreed to keep a connection with his former work as a Consultant for special cases and Professor of Strategy and Planning for the Auror Training Program.
Hermione Granger-Weasley hadn't slept one single night alone in five years until two weeks ago when her new position as Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had required for her to present the British Wizarding Community's advances in the abolition of blood-related laws and regulations for the International Convention of Magical Law.
Actually, Hermione Granger-Weasley hadn't slept one single night alone in five years. Because whatever she had been doing the past two weeks surely couldn't be counted as sleeping. The king-sized bed of the hotel room seemed extremely big and frighteningly deserted without her husband. Despite applying impeccably performed warming charms one after the other, the bed remained cool. And the silence. Hermione could sleep with cold, she had done it countless times during her younger years in the Horcrux hunt. But, as had been proved during said hunt and reaffirmed in the past two weeks, she couldn't sleep without the soft soothing sound of Ron's light snores.
Each night for the past fortnight, Hermione had spent hours in bed recalling the warmth of Ron's body and the comforting feeling of his arms encasing her in a fortress where only his signature smell and his purring breaths could trespass. She would concentrate on every sensation in an attempt to convince herself that he was there and overcome her insomnia. But he wasn't there and she would subdue herself to night after night of what little hours she could accomplish of restless sleep.
When time passed and Hermione was finally able to return to her loved ones, she was bouncing on her feet in anticipation. The second she stepped out of the fireplace, she heard the muffled voices of Ron and Rose coming from the second floor. Eager to see her family, she sprinted and took off her cloak halfway up the stairs, discarding the garment on the floor. This level of disorder was anomalous coming from her, but the familiar smell of her home combined with her husband and daughter's voice had made her desire for Ron's warmth and her children's stickiness almost unbearable.
Hermione followed the sound towards Rose'd bedroom and was frozen on her spot at the sight of her family. She was itchy to go and hug them but the scene on display was so adorable that she had to take a minute to commit it to her memory. Ron and Rose were sitting on the petite chairs of her tea time set and she was decorating his beard with a variety of her hair clips. He was curled on himself in an unnatural position, with his knees almost beside his ears and his hands resting palms down on the carpet, probably for balance. He would've been more comfortable on the floor than scrunching to fit on the chair, but Hermione had the suspicion that he was doing it for their daughter.
Hermione's heart warmed watching as Rose was adorning his father's facial hair with a grin so wide that her eyes were closing from happiness. He was cottoning to her about how beautiful he felt with his new beard style and Hermione chuckled internally as she focused on said beard. She could clearly remember the last time Ron's beard had stolen her attention for so long. It was the day she'd noticed that he was no longer a boy, but a man. And now she was realising that her man had become a full proud and accomplished father. No, not a father. Her colleague's husbands who they continually complain about for not contributing to their children's care were fathers. Ron was a dad. A fully committed, capital "D", Dad.
'Are you done ogling me, or shall I give you a few more minutes?' Ron was glancing at her from the corner of his eye twitching his lips with the effort to stop a smile.
Hermione shook her head amused by his boldness. Oh, you are so full of yourself, are you? Well, two can play this game. She thought, and narrowing her eyes at him, she asked, 'What makes you think that I was looking at you?'
Ron chuckled, triggering a reprimand from Rose at the sudden movement of her model. He apologised to her and promised to remain still before he answered, 'Because if you would've been looking at Rosie with that eyes, love... I'll be calling child support and the Aurors.'
Hermione gawked but recovered quickly, deciding to ignore her husband's ridiculous comment and walked into the room. ''Where is Hugo?' She queried, noticing the absence of her youngest son, as she squatted next to Rose and wrapped her in a bear hug. The little one immediately left her task at hand to snuggle into her mother.
'He's already asleep. Little Rosie here put her brother to sleep - with my help,' Ron hastily added, as Hermione's incipient protest died in her throat. 'And now is my turn to give her night night.'
They ended up putting Rose to bed together, stealing glances at each other, trying to convey through their eyes all the longing from the last two weeks. Once in their bedroom, Ron and Hermione fell into their well practiced bedtime routine. As usual, she was first in bed. Ron didn't know it, but she had trained through the years to perform the routine in record time so she could watch him peel off his clothes with no interruptions. Contemplating as Ron undressed was one of those little simple pleasures of life.
Whilst Hermione rejoiced with the view of her naked husband, she remembered the story Ginny had told her about the name she'd heard her coworker's daughter called Harry. Ginny had been so full of herself recalling how she'd caught the girl saying to her friends that Ginny's husband was a total DILF. When Hermione asked what that meant, Ginny's grin could have lightened an entire city. "Dad I'd Like to Fuck".
Hermione surveyed her husband. He was absolutely a DILF. If she'd been a teenager she was sure she'd have a crush on him. She had had a crush on him when they were teenagers and he was still a work in progress. If she'd have to choose, Hermione was completely sure that Ron had never been more appealing than he was at that moment. He didn't have the body of his early twenties but he was still stunningly fit compared with her colleagues' husbands. And maturity had brought an air of wisdom that mixed with his sarcastic humour made him more attractive than ever. In addition, seeing him as committed as he was to Rose today, made his sex appeal rise to the sky.
'Ready to sleep, love?' Ron had suddenly stopped mid-movement putting on his pajama bottoms. One leg in the air, contracting his entire body to remain balanced. Hermione bit her lower lip to contain a moan at the sight of is firmed and perfectly sized for a small hand arse.
'I think there are some other things I'd like to do with you before we sleep.'
Ron's eyes went wide with want as he dropped his pajama and as he kneaded his hands he huskily said, 'Then what are we waiting for?' Then jumped on the bed and crawled between the sheets.