Well, here it is the next instalment of the Weasleys' Wicked Wonders, which now is officially a series. To be honest, I've got another story half-ready, but at some point, the story took over me and I mentioned the Wonder used here. I was going to leave it as just a reference, but in the end I felt I needed to write about it, so here it is.

If you haven't read 'Weasleys' Wondrous Wand', you can still read this story, you won't miss nothing major, just a couple of references.

It was going to be a shorter story, but, again, I couldn't help it, so this is another long one-shot. It was going to be mostly sexual as well, but, as you'll see, it contains lots of family fluff. As most of my stories happen in the early years of their relationship, I loved writing about their lives as a family.

If you have read my other stories, let me tell you that this one is canon-compliant, and though my Minister Granger's Appointment Celebration stories are as well, they don't belong exactly in the same universe. However, the differences are minimal and so you could consider those two stories as sequels-of-sorts to this one. The next instalment in the WWW's series will happen after Hermione is elected as Minister.

"Thanks for this," said Harry, taking a long gulp of his pint. "What a shitty day! I had to sit through six meetings today. Six!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "I mean, it's fucking Christmas, it'll be New Year in two days. Couldn't they wait until Hermione was back after the holidays?"

Ron took a sip as well, smiling at him. "Well, you should have taken a few days off, too."

Harry glared at him. "Well, I would have, and if I didn't was precisely because your wife wanted these days to stay with you and the children before her campaign starts in January."

"Don't remind me, I'm already dreading it. And regarding you staying at work to help her … I want to thank you for that, she really has enjoyed these days at home with the kids."

Harry let out a sigh. "It's okay. After everything she did for me while at Hogwarts, I owe her. It's just, six bloody meetings in a day …" he shook his head.

"I know, I know. Meetings is something I really don't miss from my time as an Auror."

Harry snorted. "That was nothing. Believe me, this is much worse."

"Maybe you should have stayed as Head of the Auror Office," said Ron with a small smile.

Harry looked off onto the distance, as if reminiscing, and then nodded. "Sometimes I think that, too … It's not that I don't like this job, because I do, but being an Auror was more … fulfilling." He looked again at Ron. "Don't you miss it sometimes? The missions? The adventure?"

Ron shook his head. "Nah. Well, I won't lie and say I never think about it, but I don't miss it, not really. That was good while we were very young, but I'm happy with my job and having time for my family. No, I made the right decision when I left the Office after that mess with the Notts and the Greengrasses."

Harry nodded. "Good."

"Sorry for your shitty day."

"It's all right. At least Rose and Hugo will be happy, with Hermione at home."

"Oh, they really are," Ron confirmed. "Especially Rose. Hermione and she spent the whole day talking. About what, I've got no bloody idea."

Harry smirked at him. "Well, Rose is twelve, Ron. Maybe she facies a boy …" he suggested.

Ron's eyes became the size of saucers. "What!? NO! She's just twelve! She's a child!"

Harry laughed. "Well, Hermione was twelve when she fancied Lockhart …"

Ron threw him a look of disgust. "Don't remind me. And she was thirteen, not twelve."

Harry shrugged. "Big difference. Anyway, get used to the idea that it is coming, Ron."

Ron looked away. Well, of course he knew that would happen, but he had difficulties getting his mind wrapped around the idea. It seemed it was only yesterday when she had been born, after all. Time surely had flown away.

Harry let out a laugh. "Are you going to turn into one of those overprotective fathers? Like you used to be with Ginny?"

Ron blushed a bit. "I wasn't that bad," he defended himself. Harry snorted. "Well, you weren't better," Ron countered. "I might have not realised at the time, but I remember the way you treated Dean."

"Yeah, but because I was jealous," said Harry. "I didn't want her not to snog, I just wanted to be the one she snogged."

"Well, for your information, no, I won't be an 'overprotective dad.' Hermione would kill me. She would accuse me of being a sexist, or something like that, and that if it was Hugo I'd be encouraging him."

"And wouldn't you?"

"Well, no. To be honest, I'd like for them to be just children for a while and to stay away from all the drama that involves relationships."

"Well, hopefully they'll be smarter than you and Hermione in that regard."

"Hey! Did you ask me to come here just to insult me? 'Cause I could go home!"

Harry laughed. "Okay, okay. But you've got to admit you were pretty stupid …"

"Okay, yes, I suppose we were," he admitted. "Though, in the end, that led us here and now, so I wouldn't change anything," he added. Then he fell silent for a moment, thinking of Rose. "Hermione's parents have always been amazing to me," he commented. "I want to be that kind of dad, to my children's girlfriends or boyfriends — as long as they are good for them and treat them right, of course."

"Yeah, I agree. I toast to that."

They took a long gulp and then Harry sighed. "Well, I should go home."

"Already? We've been here for less than ten minutes."

"Yeah, but I feel a bit guilty." Ron raised an eyebrow, giving him an inquiring look, and Harry explained, "Ginny is a bit disappointed I didn't take any days off."

"Oh," said Ron. "Is she mad at you? She seemed fine on Christmas."

"No, no, she's not mat, just disappointed. But she understands Hermione needed the break more. I'll have to make up to her, I suppose. Maybe a little romantic trip once the election is over."

Ron stared at Harry for a few moments, an idea forming in his mind. It wasn't anything he would normally do, but he knew he owed Harry and Ginny.

Slowly, he put his right hand in his pocket and extracted one of the two little vials with the logo of Weasleys' Wicked Wonders on the label he had took earlier and put it in front of Harry.

"You can make up to her with this," said Ron, trying to avoid blushing and to look nonchalant. Harry, seeing the logo, looked at Ron, gaping, a slight blush colouring his cheeks.

"What's this?"

"The latest product in the line. "This is for women. It makes them — much more sensitive."

"You are giving me a potion to have better sex with your sister?!" he asked in disbelief.

Ron shrugged. "Well, I owe you, for what you're doing for Hermione. And I suppose I owe Ginny as well."

"But — but we never — I mean —"

Ron couldn't help but chuckle. "You never what? Never tried the stamina potion?"

"No. I mean, only you sell it, and you and George and Ginny's brothers. You used to cringe just seeing us kiss."

"Yeah, when we were teenagers. Harry, we never talk about it for obvious reasons, but I know you have sex with my sister. Unless James, Lily and Albus are miracles."

"I know you know. But —"

"Look," Ron interrupted. "I still prefer not to talk about my sister's sex life, but we're nearly forty, not fifteen. So just take the potion and enjoy it."

"But — what about you? Don't tell me you grabbed it to give it to me."

"No, but I've got another vial."

Harry looked at the potion and then at Ron. "It's safe, isn't it?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "We're doing the final tests, but yeah, it is."

Harry looked at the vial again and, after a moment, grabbed it and put it in his own pocket. "Thanks," he muttered.

"And you can ask for those products, you know. Neither George nor I will kill you for that. Well, George might tease you about it, of course, but nothing new there."

"Okay. Thanks again."

"You're welcome."

"They're selling well, those stamina potions, then?"

Ron snorted. "We can't make enough of them. Even taking into account it's not advised to use them more than once every couple of weeks or so."

"You use them frequently?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Well, not that I need them, mind you, but yeah, we've tried them a couple of times, and they're amazing. But I'm not talking about my sex life with Hermione with you."

"Believe me, I don't need to know. More, I mean. You know I loved living with you, Mate, but I'm glad we both have our own houses now."

Ron laughed, though his ears turned a bit pink. They finished their drinks and then said their goodbyes before using the Floo to go home.

When Ron exited the fireplace, he was greeted by the sight of Hermione and Rose sitting at the table, books and parchment spread over it as they talked animatedly.

"Hey," he said, smiling at them.

"Hi, Dad."

"You're a bit late today," commented Hermione while he cleaned himself. "Too busy?"

"The usual for this time of the year. Nah, it's just that Harry sent me a note asking if I had time for a drink, and we went to the Leaky. Apparently he had to sit through six meetings today and needed to vent a bit before going home."

"Oh, Merlin!" exclaimed Hermione, her expression turning to one of guilt. "It's my fault. I should have —"

"Don't worry, Love," he cut her off, kissing the top of her head. "He's going to be the next Head of the Department, once you resign to go for Minister, so he's got to get used to it." He kissed Rose's head as well, who smiled up at him. "Now, what were you talking about?" he asked, looking at the book (A Begginner's Guide to Transfiguration) and the parchments scattered all around.

"Transfiguration," said Rose "My favourite subject."

Hermione nodded, looking pleased and happy. Rose was incredibly smart, and though she wasn't a bookworm like Hermione (she liked Quidditch as much as learning and had entered Gryffindor's team, which everyone was starting to dub The Weasley Team) she loved studying, and Hermione and she often talked for hours about magic and the subjects taught at Hogwarts. Ron was very glad for this, because though Hermione and he shared many things, and they frequently talked about the magic behind items for the shop, he wasn't one to have long conversations about magical theory or such.

"Where is Hugo?"

"In his room, playing."

Ron nodded. "Well, I'm going to take a quick shower before dinner."

Hermione nodded, and she and Rose resumed their conversation. Ron stared at them for a moment, in love with the image. He felt so blessed with his family. Of course, it wasn't perfect, but each of their flaws made it real and amazing, or, in Hermione's wise words, perfectly imperfect.

In the way to his and Hermione's room, Ron stopped at Hugo's, who was playing with the flying dragon toys Charlie had given him for Christmas.

"Hey, Little Man."

"Hi, Daddy!"

"Why are you here all alone?"

"Mum and Rose don't shut up talking about transfiguration and things," he replied, throwing a Peruvian Firestarter up into the air, who at once spread its wings and began to fly around, shooting little balls of fake fire towards the shelves.

Ron laughed. Hugo was as smart at his sister, but his mind was much less focused and not all interested in academic matters. His main interest changed quite often, but while it lasted, he learnt everything that could be learn about that. It had happened with Muggle cars (to Ron's dad's delight), with broomsticks, and now dragons. "Well, make sure you don't burn anything!"

Hugo rolled his eyes comically. "They breath false fire, Dad!"

"I know, I know, but still," he said with a smile before continuing to his room. He wouldn't put past Hugo to be able to burn the house with fake flames. He had a knack for causing trouble, that boy.

Once in there, he took out the other vial from his pocket and put it into the top drawer of his nightstand, hoping they would be able to test it soon. Then he stripped down and showered quickly, dressing into a t-shirt and pyjama bottoms.

Hermione offered to make dinner, and he played a chess match with Rose, who was getting quite good at it, while Hugo watched, though he soon became bored and started reading one of his books about dragons. Ron was sure that, once at Hogwarts, he was going to spend all his time with Hagrid.

They had just finished (with Ron defeating Rose, though every time it got harder, something that made him very proud), when Hermione announced dinner was ready.

"Well, how was your afternoon?" Ron asked once they were sitting at the table and enjoying the food. The entire family had eaten at the Leaky Cauldron for lunch, and then Hermione and the children had met with Hermione's parents for an afternoon in Muggle London.

"We went to one of those big Muggle stores, Daddy!" yelled Hugo, excited. "And we saw Father Christmas!"

"Hugo, don't shout while we're at the table," reprimanded Hermione.

"Did you?" asked Ron, amused.

"Yeah! We also had hot chocolate, but it wasn't as good as the one from Honeydukes."

Ron chuckled as Hermione shook her head. Her parents had always been strict with Hermione regarding sugar-rich foods, except on special occasions, but they were much more lenient with Rose and Hugo, something that both amused and made her feel a bit offended.

"And grandma and grandpa told us we could spend New Year's Eve with them," added Rose. "There's a New Year party and Anne is attending. We can go, can we, Dad?"

Anne Silsbury was a girl of Rose's age that lived in the same street as Hermione's parents, and she and Rose had become good friends two summers ago.

Ron looked at Hermione. "A New Year's party?"

"It's kid-friendly, just until midnight," Hermione explained. "Made explicitly for families with young children."

Ron nodded, though he didn't feel sure. Until now, the Rose and Hugo had always spent New Year's with them, even if sometimes they had a sleepover at The Burrow, or at the house of another one of Ron's siblings. Of course, that would mean a night for him and Hermione, and maybe they could go to a not child-friendly party. It had been ages since they'd gone to one of those.

"What do you think?" he asked Hermione.

"I'm okay with it. They'll be with Mum and Dad."

"You want to go, Hugo?"

Rose looked at her brother almost pleadingly, who answered, "Grandpa told me they organise games for kids, and it sounded found, so yeah."

"Okay, then," Ron said, and Rose squealed in delight.

After dinner, the four of them watched a film together, snuggling on the couch and eating popcorn. Ron and Hermione shared frequent looks, smiling, knowing they both were thinking the same: this is bliss. When the film ended, Hermione got up and ordered the children to bed.

"So you enjoyed your day with Rose?" Ron asked Hermione as he got under the covers, twenty minutes later.

She smiled at him. "Yeah. She's turning into such an amazing young woman, Ron. She's incredibly smart and talented."

"Well, she's your daughter," he said, taking her into his arms when she joined him.

"Our daughter," she replied. "We do have amazing children, don't we?"

He smiled as he nodded. "We do. We did a good job, Love. And seeing them compensates for all those nights with barely any sleep."

"Oh, don't remind me," moaned Hermione. "Remember that time I fell asleep over the report I was reading? How embarrassing …"

Ron laughed. "Kingsley didn't mind."

"No, but he teased me about it for years."

Ron laughed. "No we talk about nights … this one will be our first child-free New Year in thirteen years," he commented.

"So it seems."

"Are you really okay with that?"

Hermione took some time before answering. "Well, part of me wants to keep them with me, but well, Rose is at Hogwarts, Hugo will start next year … I suppose it's okay. And well, maybe we can have a wilder party this year. Let our hair loose for one night before all the madness of the campaign."

He looked at her, smiling. "Well, I'm glad we're on the same page. I'll miss them, but hey, if I get you all to myself …" he trailed off, his voice husky.

She grinned at him. "Getting ideas, Mr Weasley?"

As a response, Ron outstretched his left arm and opened the top drawer, grabbed the vial he had left in there hours before and passed it to her.

"What's this?" she asked as she read the label. "Weasleys' Writhing Witch?"

"It makes a woman's body much more sensitive," Ron explained. "Especially to sexual touches. It makes you cum faster and harder and more times, in short."

"And you named it Writhing Witch?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Well, George's idea. Because of the three W's, you know. And well, it's supposed to make witches writhe …" he added, shrugging.

Hermione shook her head. "I'll never understand marketing," she admitted, and then added, "So you want us to try it?"

"Yeah, if you're up for it. We could start the new year with our own fireworks."

She laughed. "Well, more orgasms, and stronger. I'd have to be an idiot to refuse, wouldn't I?"

"I'm not answering that one."

She chuckled. "But it's tested, right? No strange side-effects or something like that?"

"No, it's safe."

"And I've got to take the entire vial, or just half of it?"

Ron groaned, his ears turning pink. "I'll never live that one down, right?"

"No. And I learned a good lesson as well. I wouldn't want to have my nipples hard for hours or to have an orgasm every time my knickers rub against my clit."

Ron felt his cock twitch a bit at the enticing images her words were conjuring, and it took him a few seconds to respond.

"We learned that lesson as well, Love: one vial, one dose."

"Good."

"So you'll try it, then?"

"I will. Something to look forwards to."

Ron grinned and kissed her. Passionately. It didn't go further than that, but he fell asleep dreaming about New Year's Eve.

— o —

"Another round?" asked Hermione, eyes wide, when Harry came with another four glasses or champagne. "Harry, we're almost in our forties, and we haven't drunk this much in years!"

"Well, we're at a party, and after the week I had, I definitely need it!"

Ron laughed. "Come on, Love, we're okay."

"Let's toast," suggested Ginny, who looked too cheerful already. "To us! And to the future Minister!"

"To us! To the future Minister!" Harry and Ron echoed, and Hermione obliged, though shaking her head.

"Well, if you keep giving me drinks, I'll end up embarrassing myself and ruin my campaign before starting it," she said after drinking.

Ginny scoffed. "It's New Year, Hermione, no one will think bad of you for letting your hair loose a bit."

"Exactly," added Ron.

Hermione had gone to visit Ginny the day before, and when she had told her they were having a child-free New Year, she had almost jumped at the idea. So tonight they had had dinner at the Burrow, with George and Angelina. Afterwards they had left James, Lily, Albus, Fred and Roxanne with their grandparents, and they had come to a party in the Three Broomsticks. George and Angelina were offered to join, but they had already agreed to attend a private one with Lee Jordan and his wife.

"Let's have our last dance of 2018, Potter," said Ginny chirpily, and grabbed Harry's hand.

"She is quite vivacious tonight," commented Ron, watching them walk away. "More than usually, I mean. Even before she drank anything."

Hermione gave him a smirk. "Well, she told me she tried Weasleys' Writhing Witch last night," she explained.

Ron grimaded. "Well, good for them, but I don't need to hear anymore."

Hermione let out a laugh and put her arms around his waist. "It was nice of you, to give Harry that vial. Very mature."

"Thanks?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

She chuckled and leaned up for a quick kiss. "It was a compliment, idiot." Another kiss. "What do you say we leave just after midnight? I'm eager to try it and have you make me writhe."

He laughed. "The name's growing on you, isn't it?"

"Maybe," she replied, flirty. They kept swaying for a bit, enjoying their union, until Hermione asked, "Do you think Rose and Hugo are okay?"

"Yeah. They probably don't even remember we exist."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Yes, it should. It means we raised them to love us while still having their own lives."

She thought about it and then nodded slowly. "You're right." She was about to say something else, but Ginny interrupted them.

"Hey, lovebirds, it's just a minute 'till midnight!"

Ron realised the music had stopped, and he grasped Hermione's hand. Everyone in the room got ready and directed their eyes to the magical countdown that had appeared over the counter.

"Ten … nine … eight … seven …" everyone began to chant when the countdown reached ten. Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"… four … three … two … one … HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Smiling lovingly at each other, they fused their mouths in a slow, loving kiss. When they finally broke it, they kept their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mixing. "To another year with you, Ron."

"To another year with you, Hermione."

Their moment was broken when Ginny grabbed another four glasses of champagne so they could toast once more, then she hugged Hermione. Ron and Harry smiled at each other.

"Know what?" Harry began to say, "I think we've started every year together since we were eleven years old."

Ron thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. "Yeah."

"We've come a long way, right? Since that first one at Hogwarts."

Ron reminisced about it and then chuckled. "Indeed."

"What are you talking about?" asked Hermione, staring at them. "You look very serious."

"We were remembering our first Christmas together, at Hogwarts."

"Ah, yes," she said, nodding. "Roaming the halls under the cloak to find more about Flamel."

"Under your orders," added Harry.

"Well, that hasn't changed, right?" said Ron jokingly. Harry and Ginny laughed, and Hermione smacked his arm playfully.

They finished their drinks, and Ron and Hermione said goodbye to the other couple. Then, hand in hand, they exited the pub and Apparated home. The moment they entered their living room, Hermione turned towards him and pulled him in for a hard, passionate kiss. Ron was a bit caught by surprise, but soon replied with equal fervour, his hands moving over her back and down to her shapely bum. "Let's go to bed," she whispered against his lips.

"Fuck, yeah."

Taking her by surprise, he lifted her in his arms and moved towards the staircase.

"Ron, put me down!"

"No."

"Ron, we're not in our twenties anymore!"

"So? I can still carry you, you're still a lightweight."

She shook her head, but let him carry her to their bedroom. Once there, he put her carefully on the bed and hovered over her, kissing her again, his hands sliding over her sides while she caressed his back.

"We're wearing too many clothes, Mr Weasley …" she said huskily.

"Well, that has never been a problem for me, Mrs Granger," he replied, sliding a hand down her legs and then under her robes, caressing her naked thighs until he reached the lace of her panties.

"Mmmh, yes, I always knew your long limbs would come in handy … Ohhh, Ron …" she moaned when he began to rub her slit over the fabric, which dampened quickly.

"Does this feel good?"

"Gods, yes … But — wouldn't it be better with the potion?"

"Fuck, the potion!"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh as he crawled over her towards his nightstand. He opened the drawer, grabbed the vial and passed it to her. She looked at it for a moment and then uncorked it and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Cheers!" she exclaimed, throwing the vial to the floor in the same way he had done with the stamina potion.

Ron stared at her in disbelief. "Have you just thrown an empty vial to the floor?"

"Yes, I have. Now come here and make me writhe, Ron," she responded, grabbing him by the front of his robes and pulling him on top of her. Laughing, he kissed her, slowly, and then lifted his head.

"Anything different?" he asked.

"No. At least not yet."

Ron kissed her again, for half a minute, and was about to stop when he felt her entire body stiff a bit. He was about to ask her what happened, but she grabbed his head and deepened the kiss, moaning wantonly. Only when they were on the verge of asphyxiation did she release him, panting heavily.

"Oh my God, Ron!" she exclaimed in awe.

"Good?"

"Good doesn't even describe it! Kiss me again! And touch me!"

Smiling, Ron was pulled into another deep snog. This time, he moved his hand to her tits and caressed them over her robes. She moaned at once, shoving her tongue into his mouth. When Ron sucked on it, her entire body shuddered.

"Clothes off," she said breathlessly. "Clothes off now!"

Turned on beyond measure by her wantonness, Ron quickly took off his robes, watching her as she got rid of hers. His eyes roamed over her delightful body. Her nipples were hard under the black lace of the bra and Ron couldn't help and rubbed the left one.

She arched her back in response

"Ohh, fuck!"

"Feels good?"

"Do it again!"

Ron took off his boxers, releasing his hard cock, and knelt between her legs. Then he put his hands on her stomach and slid them upwards. He felt her gasp at the sensation, and, when he finally cupped her breasts and used his thumbs to rub her nipples, she practically mewled, her hips bucking.

"Ohhhh, oh, godsgods, Ron, that's incredible! More! Do more things!" she demanded eagerly.

Ron rubbed her for a few seconds, his hands squeezing both mounds, and then opened the front clasp. At once, Hermione moved her hands to pull the cups away, revealing her perfect tits to him. Ron lowered his head and stuck his tongue in her bellybutton, making her squirm again. Her hands went to his head and, not too gently, she pulled, clearly indicating him where he wanted his mouth. Ron chuckled but complied, and soon he was sucking on one tit while he fondled the other.

"Oh, Ron. Oh, gods, Ron! More! More, I'm just there!"

"Already?" he asked, surprised.

"Don't make stupid question and keep going!" she reprimanded, pushing his head against her tits. Ron complied with her demand and sucked harder, pressing his stomach against her groin. She began to buck her hips almost desperately, and, when he pinched her nipple and gave the other a really hard suck, she came undone, pulling on his hair painfully and arching her back so much he feared she would break her spine.

"Fuuuuuuck, I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she chanted, half in delight and half in awe. Ron kept sucking, prolonging her pleasure, until she calmed down a bit, and then lifted his head to look at her.

"Good?"

"Incredible," she said, still breathless. "I've never had an orgasm from just having my breasts played with."

"Well, you came close once, if I remember correctly."

"But you were rubbing my clitoris as well."

"Right," nodded Ron. "Well, if you came so good from just that, what if we try playing with your pussy?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed eagerly. "Yes, Ron, I want more!"

Ron kissed her, eliciting new moans deep, throaty moans from her. He let his body rest on hers, and she began to grind against his cock, with just the soaked lace of her knickers between them. Ron was so hard and aroused he knew if he continued like this he was going to rip them off and just fuck her, so he broke the kiss, to Hermione's whimper of protest.

"I believed you wanted me to pleasure your pussy?"

"And you can't kiss me meanwhile? I was enjoying the kiss, your lips feel — Gods, Ron, I don't know how to explain it!"

"Hermione Granger speechless, I must be doing a wonderful job, then," he commented smugly.

"Don't flatter yourself; though I love your kisses, this is the effect of the potion, Mister."

Ron let out a laugh and kissed her again, then moved down, kissing her neck, her breasts, her stomach and finally her pussy over her panties.

"You're going to eat me out?" she asked with unconcealed anticipation.

"Yeah. I think you'll love it more than just my hand, don't you think?"

"YES!" she shouted. "Do it, Ron!"

Spurred by her eagerness, he began to kiss her over her knickers. She began to moan almost immediately and he smirked, adding a bit more pressure. She bucked her hips against him, almost desperately.

"Take them off, Ron! I want your mouth on me!" she pleaded.

Ron, ignoring her, moved his mouth to her inner thighs and gave her a soft bite which made her squeal in pleasure. Then he pressed two fingers against her panties and slid then along her slit. She practically jumped off the bed.

"GODS! Ron, please, get me naked! NOW!"

Still ignoring her demands, he resumed kissing her pussy over the fabric. But he had underestimated her need because, almost immediately, he felt her hand grab the narrow strip hugging her hip and then, pulling forcefully, ripped her panties off. Ron was so astounded he didn't even look at her now bare pussy, but at her face.

"Merlin's sagging bollocks, Hermione! You — you just ripped your panties!"

"Shut up and LICK!" she replied while at the same time grabbing his head, and then pushed his face forcefully against her cunt. The moment her lips touched her folds, she arched her back and let out an almost inhuman moan. "OHH, FUCK, YES! EAT ME! EAT ME!"

Ron stared again at this new Hermione that seemed possessed, but soon he was reminded of his duty when she bucked her hips and pressed him against her. Not wanting to torture her anymore, he opened his mouth and began to lick her slit. Hermione squirmed and writhed on the bed, her legs moving over the duvet as she arched her back, one hand going to her tits, which she cupped wantonly while she used the other to keep him between her legs. Ron kept licking and then shoved his tongue into her hole, which drove her to new levels of pleasure. She seemed completely gone, at the mercy of her body, and Ron loved that. He moved his tongue fast.

She came, hard and unexpectedly, shrieking so loudly he feared he would be unable to talk the next day.

"OH, GODS! OH, GODS, RONNNNNNN! OH, OH, OHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUCK!"

He kept licking for a bit, until it became so intense she forced him away.

"Oh god. Oh, gods, oh, gods …" she kept chanting, her chest heaving as aftershocks coursed throughout her body, making her tremble.

"Good?"

"No words," she said, her voice strained and her eyes closed. "No words, Ron."

"Satisfied, then?"

At such question, she opened her eyes and stared at him. "What? No, not at all! I want more of this. I want much more of this, Ron!"

"Do you?" he asked, and began to kiss her stomach, using his hand to caress her left leg. "Insatiable, are you?"

"Oh, Ron, oh, gods, everything you do feels amazing. Keep doing that. Wait a minute and then suck my clit."

Ron smiled against her skin and kept peppering kisses all over her belly, then moved up a bit and did the same to the underside of her breasts, causing her breath to hitch.

"Mmmh, Ron … I can't believe this; the orgasm was very intense and yet I feel the desire growing once more!"

"Good. I want you to start the New Year in style, love," he said, and then latched his lips around her nipple, making her squeal in pleasure. He watched her face as he sucked: her flushed cheeks, her uneven breathing, her slightly open mouth … Fuck, she looked amazing. Even after more than twenty years of being together the sight still amazed him.

"Ron, now! Go back to my pussy now!" she asked.

Ron didn't make her wait this time. He was eager to see her come undone again and, besides, at this point, he was desperate to fuck her. So he quickly got between her thighs and buried his face in her cunt for the second time. He closed his lips around her swollen clit and sucked hard. The response was immediate, and she hollered, holding onto his head as she arched her body, moving her hips with desperation, as if fucking his face. Ron had difficulties sucking her, so he used his left arm to hold her a bit, though with little success. He managed to suck her, however, and even used his other hand to shove two fingers into her cunt.

"FUCK, ROON!"

Her reaction was so strong he almost was pushed out of the bed, but she held onto his head with incredible strength while she rocked her body. Ron, after the initial shock, he kept sucking and finger-fucking her, determined to make her cum a third time.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck, Ron! Ohmygod! Oh my fucking GOD! Keep going! I'm going to cum again, keep going! Fuuuuuuuuuck!"

He felt her vaginal muscles clench around his fingers and his hand was soaked by her juices when her entire body was seized by a new orgasm and she squirted all over him.

"GOOOOOOODSSS! GODSSSS, ROOON, I — OH, OH, FUUUUUCK!"

Ron kept sucking for a bit, but then stopped, knowing from the previous climax that the intensity would be too much for her. He kept moving his fingers, though, as she rode it out. Then, completely worn out, her body sagged and she closed her eyes, basking in the afterglow as she lay sprawled on the bed.

"Better than the last?" he asked after a few moments.

She nodded her head quickly. "Yes," she managed to say after a bit. "This — this is incredible, Ron."

"Yeah, I can tell. I must confess I feel a bit envious, you know."

She opened her eyes and gave him a smile. "Yeah, I came thrice and you none. Give me a minute and then you can get inside me. I can't wait to know how that will feel …" she said dreamily.

"Can't wait, either. You look ravishing."

"Come here."

He lay next to her and took her in his arms, claiming her mouth once more. As he kissed her, his hands moved over her back and her ass, and just that seemed to inflame her again, as she kissed him harder, whimpering softly against his mouth, something Ron loved.

After a couple of minutes of snogging, she pulled Ron on top of her, and he went eagerly, placing herself between her open legs. When his cock pressed against her pussy, her entire body seemed to come alight, writhing under him.

"Ron, please, I need you inside me! Fuck me now. Fuck me hard."

"Holy shit, Love," he muttered and, aroused beyond measure, he entered her in one powerful thrust with the easiness that came from many years of experience.

The moment he bottomed inside her it was as if she had been electrocuted. Her entire body trembled and she looked at him as if she were experiencing sexual pleasure for the first time.

"Oh, gods, Ron, I feel you! I feel you so much! Move! MOVE!"

Ron didn't need to be told twice, excited as he was. She felt amazing. Not as tight as in her youth, of course, but hot and incredibly wet. He began to move his hips, fucking her gently but purposedly, slowly increasing the speed.

"OH, OHHH! Fuck, Ron, fuck! Ooooh, fuuuuuuck! I can't believe — ROOOOOON!"

"Fuck, Hermione, you're getting —" but he couldn't finish because her pussy clenched around his cock, almost trapping him, as she came powerfully.

"I'm cumming already RON! OH FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUUCK!"

"Shit, Hermione!"

"Keep going! Keep moving, Ron!" she yelled in the midst of her climax.

Ron moved harder inside her, the extra tightness doing wonders for his own pleasure. He wasn't going to last, not after seeing her like this.

His thoughts were interrupted by Hermione pulling him into another kiss. Her legs wrapped around him and she grasped his bum, giving him a slap that he knew meant for him to go harder.

So he went harder, moving in her perfect, delightful pussy with vigour while she kept moaning into his mouth.

"Gods, oh, gods, Ron, keep going! Oh, keep going, I'm going to cum again! I'm going to cum again!" she yelled when she couldn't hold in her moans.

"Fuck, Hermione!"

"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep, Ron! Gods, IT'S AMAZING!"

"Fuck, gonna cum too, Hermione, you —"

"NOT YET! Not yet, I'm — Oh, shit, it's coming again! I feel it coming again! Oh, gods, Ron, this is too much! This is too much!" she moaned, almost sobbing.

"Too much?" he asked, worried, and stopped at once. "Do you want to —?"

"NO! KEEP GOING! KEEP GOING RON!" she ordered, spanking him again. "Don't you dare stop!"

"Fuck!" he swore and, spurred, resumed his frantic pounding, slamming into her wildly.

"Yes, like that, like that, like that! Ohhh, ohhh, gods, I'm — I'm cumming, Ron! I'm fucking cumming! OH, HOLY FUUUUUCK!"

Her pussy turned as tight as vice as she orgasmed once more, her nails raking his back. He kept pounding her, already on the verge of cumming. However, when her orgasm finally died down he slowed a bit, despite the protest of his achingly hard cock.

"Oh, for Merlin's oldest wand, Ron, this was … Oh, gods, this is the strongest I have ever come …"

"Yeah, definitively," he agreed.

"You haven't finished yet."

"No."

"Good. I want to go on top now."

"You want more?"

"Yes," she nodded, and pushed on his chest. Compliant, he rolled them over until she was straddling him, his cock still in her pussy. She moaned. "Are you very close?"

"Well, I was. This break has helped a bit."

Hermione bit her lip, moving her hands over his chest, and then cupped her own breasts, closing her eyes and sighing in pleasure.

"My hands don't feel as good as yours," she commented, grabbing them and putting them on her tits, which he began to knead, eliciting new whimpers and moans from her. "Gods, I think I could cum like this, with you touching my tits and feeling your hard cock inside me …"

"Really?"

"Yes, but I don't want that. I want to truly ride you, like I've never ridden you before, so you'd better get ready, husband."

"I'm more than ready, wife."

Hermione began to rotate her hips slowly, and her expression again turned to one of extreme pleasure. Ron squeezed her tits and she arched her back, pressing her chest against his hands as she moved. Ron was grateful for this slow pace, as he was helping him to regain control over his own need. However, it didn't last long.

Barely a couple of minutes after reversing their positions, Hermione began to move harder. Ron watched, enthralled, how she became completely dominated by her needs and lust. Her fucking became forceful and extreme, and soon she was practically jumping on his lap as she used him for her pleasure. The pressure on his cock grew, pushing him towards his own orgasm.

"Oh, oooh, gods, yes, oh, yesssss … Feels so good … I love your cock, Ron … Fuck, this is amazing … so good … Oh, gods, so good …!"

"Fuck, Hermione, you're gonna make me cum! Ohhh, fuck …!"

Hermione didn't seem to hear him and kept riding him wildly, as if her life depended on it. She was no longer the most brilliant witch on the country, but a sexual, lustful creature overcome by her needs. Ron tried not to look at the way her pussy moved up and down his cock at frantic speed, or he would have blown his load at once, and concentrated on her face, though her expression wasn't exactly helpful. He tried to think of other things, like Hagrid naked, but her presence and the way she moved seemed to have taken hold of his mind. She was dominated by her lust, and he was bewitched by her.

Then, suddenly, her eyes snapped open, focused on him, with an expression of utter disbelief.

"Ron, gonna cum again! Ohhh, gonna cum again, Ron! I can't — Oh, gods, this is too much but I can't stop! I — Oh godsgodsgods, too much, too much but so goodsogoodsofuckinggoooooood —!"

"Hermione, I'm —"

"CUMMING!" she shouted so loudly that, in normal circumstances, he would have feared for her lungs. "CUMMING, RON! CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING!"

She trashed atop him, her pussy fluttering around his dick, and this time he couldn't hold back.

"Fuck, me too, Hermione! Fuuuuuuck!" he yelled as he erupted, filling her up with his cum, spurting until he had nothing left to give.

Spent, she fell on top of him, her face on his shoulder, part of her dishevelled hair on his face. He put his arms around her as they panted, too breathless to speak.

"That was — incredible," she managed to say after half a minute.

"You haven't got to tell me. Bloody fuck, Hermione, I've never seen you so wild …"

"It's just I felt so out of control, Ron … It was as if my entire body was alight, or full of really powerful magic, I don't know. What I do know is that these have been the best orgasms of my life."

"Well, I'm glad you loved it," he said, and moved his hands to her bum, kneading it softly. She moaned.

"The effects haven't worn off," she commented, and then looked up at him, a new desire reflecting on her eyes.

"It lasts for about an hour," he explained.

"You should have brought a Wondrous Wand dose," she said. "I want to enjoy it again, Ron."

"Well, Love, even without the potion, I can go again, if you give me a few minutes."

"Oh, gods, yes!" she exclaimed, delighted. "I was worried I had already exhausted you. I want more, Ron. And this time I want it from behind."

"Mmmh, that sounds amazing, Love. I love this sexy ass of yours," he said, squeezing her cheeks. Hermione scooted a bit upwards and kissed him again. It started slowly, but the feel of his hands on her ass and the way her nipples rubbed against his chest was inflaming her again. Ron wasn't ready to go again yet, so he used his hands to push her even more upwards, so her breasts were just over his mouth. He immediately closed his lips around her left nipple and began to suck hard.

"Gods, Ron!" Her hands moved to his hair, which she caressed while holding him against her tits. Ron grunted around her breast and gave her a spank that made her body shake in pleasure. Then Ron slid a finger down her crack, over her asshole — whish made her shudder again — and towards her pussy, her position allowing him to reach her slit, which he began to caress.

"OOOH, RON!" she shouted while he continued to worship her tits. Then he shoved his middle finger into her sopping hole and she seemed to go wild, her movements and sounds making his cock harden once more.

Suddenly, she moved away from him and, giving him a feral look, got on all fours. "Take me. Now," she demanded.

"I think I need a bit more time, Love."

Her eyes moved to his cock and then practically threw herself at it, engulfing it in her mouth and sucking greedily, sending a shockwave throughout his body.

"Fuck!"

His reaction only made her wilder and she began to bob her head fast, sucking powerfully every time she moved upwards. Ron squirmed under her assault, his cock hardening completely in her glorious mouth. However, she didn't let him enjoy it, because the moment she felt he was ready the released him and adopted her previous posture, on all fours next to him, and shook her ass in invitation.

"Come on, Ron," she said, half-demanding, half-pleading.

The view was too sexy to pass, and Ron scrambled on the bed to get onto his knees and then behind her. She shook her sexy ass again, and Ron felt almost out of control. Grunting, he lowered his faced and buried it in her cunt, giving her a long, sloppy lick before sucking on her entire pussy. Hermione dropped her head onto the mattress, her body unable to hold her. This only gave him better access and he took advantage of it, who feasted on her hungrily.

"R-Ron … Oh, gods, Ron, p-please, I — I need you inside … I need you inside NOW!"

His cock roared and he quickly positioned himself, his hands moving over her ass with relish, squeezing those plump cheeks while he put his cock at her entrance. The moment the tip touched her folds, she pushed back, taking half of it inside her.

The moan of pleasure she let out was almost inhuman.

"FUCK ME!" she ordered, her voice hoarse.

Ron thrust with all his might, burying himself in her delicious hole, and she gripped the duvet tightly in her fists, crying in delight.

"Fuck, you look incredible," he muttered, and then began to fuck her fast and hard, his hips slamming against her cheeks, making her fleshy ass ripple wonderfully. She felt wetter and hotter than ever before and he lost control, fucking her as hard as he could.

"Spank me!"

The request caught him a bit by surprise, but he responded almost instinctively and complied, lifting both hands and slapping her cheeks in sync with a powerful thrust.

Her entire body seized, and her cunt clamped around him like a vice.

"FUUUUUUCK, CUUUMMING! GODS, RON, I'M CUMMING AGAIN! OH, FUCK, DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU DARE STOP!"

Ron kept going, working against the extra tightness, and fucked her through her orgasm, his body moving almost on his own while he watched the amazing sight that was his orgasming wife.

"Oh, gods, oh, gods, oh, gods …" she kept chanting even as she came down from her high.

"Fuck, that was hot, Hermione," Ron commented, caressing and groping her ass as he moved leisurely inside her still fluttering twat. "My turn now."

She managed to turn her head, strands of hair falling in disarray and plastered to her face. She would say she looked like a fright, yet Ron found her incredibly sexy.

"Yeah …" she muttered, still in a daze. "But I want you to finish in my ass."

"Really?" he asked, delighted. It wasn't that anal sex was infrequent between them, but she really asked for it, it was normally him who did.

"I want to know how it feels having you in there with the potion. It normally is intense, so …"

Ron chuckled. That he should have expected — for her to want to experiment with everything.

Slowly, he extracted his cock from her pussy, revelling in the way her lips seemed to cling to it, and then spread her cheeks, revealing her puckered, tightest hole.

"Lick it first. Use your tongue, Ron," she demanded with barely controlled desire.

Ron was already going to do that, so he lowered his face, burying it between her perfect cheeks and then gave her a tentative lick.

It was as if she had been struck by lightning. Her entire body seized again and she practically meowed.

"Gods!"

"Good?"

"Yes! More!"

Ron spread her butt even more and began to lick her asshole earnestly. She moaned and squirmed under his touch, but pressed her ass more against him, clearly wanting more. Ron smiled inwardly and pushed his tongue into her hole, causing her to squeal loudly. Fuck, the way she was acting and the act he was performing had his cock throbbing with need.

"Your — aaah! — cock!" she managed to yell between pants and moans. "Fuck me with your cock!"

Ron moved his tongue around a bit, making sure to leave a good amount of spit, and then knelt again, positioning his dick between those amazing cheeks, the tip resting against her hole.

She turned her head once more, her eyes full of such lust it almost burned him.

"Do it. I want it, Ron …"

Ron couldn't resist it and pushed, grabbing her hips to steady her, and both of them let out a groan of pleasure when his cock popped in, stretching her ass.

"Oh, fuck, always so tight, Hermione …"

"Gods, Ron, is so — so intense! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast!"

Her words and the tightness around his cock made him throw care to the wind, and he thrust hard, burying himself almost completely in her welcoming ass. Almost immediately, he retreated and thrust again, this time getting himself balls deep in her.

"Shit, Hermioh-neeee …!"

"RON! FUCK, RON I'M — GODS, DO THAT AGAIN! DO THAT AGAIN!"

"Holy fuck!" he muttered, taking almost all his cock out before shoving int back in as deep as possible, his hips hitting her cheeks noisily. "So TIGHT!"

"UNNNGH, RON! YES, RON, YES, I'M COMING AGAIN! OOOH, FUUUUUUCK!"

Ron was mesmerised by how quickly her orgasm had taken her, and kept moving, relishing the incredibly tightness of her clutching ass. "Shit, Love …" he groaned, kneading her cheeks greedily.

When her cries of pleasure turned into pants, she licked her lips, looking as if she had just woken up after taking a strong Sleeping Potion.

"That was fast," he said, giving her a smirk.

"Yes … I don't know, it just — the sensation was so strong, and I was already so excited after you licked me …" she explained.

"Can you go on?" he asked, because she looked worn out. The intensity of the orgasms must be really exhausting.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I want you to finish inside me."

"Can you have another?" he inquired, his hands moving up her sweaty back.

She took some time to answer, but, finally, she nodded. "Yes. Just one more, Ron."

"Fuck, yes. I want we both to cum at the same time. Ready?"

She raised her torso and brushed her hair off her face. "Yes."

Ron massaged her ass again, keeping his cock deep in her hole, her cheeks tightly pressed against his lower belly and hips. Then he moved them under her until he cupped her dangling tits, giving them a squeeze that caused her to moan again and to clench her ass. Ron kneaded her tits and pinched her nipples, quickly getting her worked up. Then, cupping them, used his hands to pull her up so her back was against his chest, changing the angle in which his cock was buried in her. Ron pushed her hair to her left side and gave her neck a soft bite. She quickly lifted her arms, grasping the back of his head as she moaned loudly, moving her hips slowly, clearly indicating she wanted him to fuck her.

Ron squeezed her tits and began to move his own hips, fucking her ass with slow, short strokes. However, it seemed enough to raise her arousal once more, as she grabbed his hair with more strength. She arched her back even more and Ron quickened his pace, fucking her harder and faster, the pressure on his cock quickly pushing him to his second orgasm.

"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, your ass feels so good … so fucking good …"

"Gods, Ron! I feel you! I feel all of you! Please, rub my clit! Rub my clit a bit and I'll come hard!"

Ron grunted and moved faster, not bothering to restrain himself. His groin slammed into her ass with desperation and need and, when he was just on the verge of exploding, he moved his right hand from her tits to her pussy and flickered her clit quickly.

It only took five seconds.

"ROOOOOOOON!" she shouted as her entire body seized, signalling the start of her ninth orgasm of the night. Her ass became impossibly tight around his dick, and he gave a few powerful, fast thrusts, burying himself to the hilt in that hungry, clutching hole before ejaculating so intensely he saw white lights exploding before his eyes. They both hollered their pleasure as she milked him completely, taking every drop of his cum into her ass before they fell, exhausted, on the bed, panting heavily.

"Holy — fuck," he said after a while.

She just moaned in response. He took her into his arms and kissed her nape as they recovered, his dick still inside her bum.

"Ron …?" she muttered after a while.

"Yeah, Love?"

"Among all your brothers, George is my favourite one," she declared.

Ron couldn't help but laugh. "He'll be pleased to know that, but I must say I contributed a lot to the development of this one."

"You never told me you were working on it," she said, sounding a bit hurt.

"I know. Sorry about that, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I usually love how responsive you are, and I wanted to make it even better. But fuck, I hadn't expected something like this."

"Neither did I. Merlin, I'm completely exhausted, but soooo satisfied …"

"Good to hear."

"Was it good for you?"

"It was amazing."

She shifted a bit, causing his cock to slip out of her ass, then turned round so they were facing each other.

"We need a shower," she said.

"Do we need to?"

"Yes, but I can't move. We'll change the sheets tomorrow."

"Good."

Fighting against the drowsiness that had started to fill them, Ron used his hand to cast a Cleaning Charm on them. Then they got under the covers and snuggled together, tired and sleepy and utterly happy.

"Ron?"

"Mmmh?"

"This was an amazing start of the year?"

He opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Yeah, it was."

"The next months are going to be hard."

"I know."

"Promise me you'll be patient when I become stressed and snap at you for no good reason at all?" she asked, looking a bit worried.

He caressed her cheek lovingly. "I promise, though you know I can be snappy as well. But you must promise you'll forgive me when I get angry if you don't have any time for us."

"I promise."

"I know we talked about this, and I support you completely, but you know me, and at some point it may be too much. But I swear that, even if at some point I get angry, I'll still support you as minister."

"I know."

They shared one last, slow, loving kiss.

"Happy New Year, Ron."

"Happy New Year, Hermione."

Well, I hope you liked it! I don't know when the next chapter in the series will be ready, but I count on having it finished before Christmas.

By the way, if you want to know more about Ron's last days as an Auror and that 'mess' he mentions, you can read 'The Case That Changed Everything.'

Now, I had told you the next update would be to Discovering Ourselves, but it's not ready yet, so most surely I'll update 'Holidays' first. I want to get that story finished this month, as there are only three chapters left.

See you!