Chapter 2: The Other Woman

Hermione, come on over for dinner. That was all the owl post said, written in Molly's loopy cursive. She couldn't help but set the brief entreaty to music: switch out her name for Bobbi, and suddenly the company of…. well, Company was singing in her head. Seated at her desk in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Hermione sighed as she studied the short, efficient invitation. Molly Weasley had probably invited her to every Weasley family gathering and holiday over the years, and Hermione had probably turned down more invites than accepted them. She always felt conspicuous, with all the other younger adults either born or married into the family, and she didn't want to impose.

Those feelings would be all the more acute were she to go and find that…. that he was there. And with her.

She had woken up first in that room in the Leaky weeks ago, in his arms and in his bed after they had spent hours and hours that night making love. Looking back on it, Hermione regretted leaving him still sleeping as she'd had; she had stolen down the stairway practically one with the wall and slipped out the back door lest Hannah Abbott see her leaving. Perhaps she should have stayed until Ron had awoken, so they could at least talk. No doubt Ron had been hurt to come to only to find her gone.

Maybe he was so drunk, he doesn't remembering shagging you, a tiny voice inside her head tried to convince her.

As much as Hermione might want to hope that was the case, she was inclined to doubt it: even if Ron had woken up with initially no memory of bedding her, the details would have come back to him in bits and spurts. She'd been less drunk than he had been, and she remembered everything: every touch, every kiss, every creak of the bedsprings as they bounced against each other, fucking like two randy seventh years.

She dearly hoped she hadn't hurt him by leaving without explanation. So, despite the rational side of her knowing it was a terrible idea, Hermione decided to dash off a reply to his mum, accepting the dinner invitation. She at least owed Ron an explanation, provided she got him alone to clear the air.

Considering how clingy Mrs. Lavender Weasley could be, however, that would be a challenge, Hermione mused dryly.

It was Thanksgiving, and once again, Molly had spared no expense (if not in money, than certainly in sweat equity) in hosting her…. six children and (if you counted Teddy Lupin) eleven grandchildren. The Weasley matriarch's hair was growing a little gray, just small flecks around the temple, yet her smile was as warm and maternal as ever when she opened the door.

"Hermione! How wonderful that you could come, dear! Come in, come in…. Oh, let me get your coat….!"

Hermione grinned tiredly. "Nice to see you, Molly!" and she lovingly hugged the older woman fussing over her. "I'm fine, really – I just brought a bottle: Firewhiskey…" All at once, Hermione grunted as she felt little bodies slam into her calves and knees.

"Auntie! Aunt Hermione! We caught a gnome out in the garden!" seven-year-old Albus was chittering.

"I was the one who caught him!" James, his older brother, claimed proudly.

Hermione smiled indulgently down at her godsons and surrogate nephews. Even if she wasn't part of this family officially by marriage, the Weasleys had been only too generous in absorbing her into the fold anyway. There were nearly a dozen grandchildren between Ginny and three of her brothers, and by her count, Hermione was godmother to nearly half of them.

Kneeling down to murmur a soft hello to where Lily was prancing at her feet, Hermione didn't notice Lavender come through the revolving door leading to the kitchen. The blonde Mrs. Weasley stopped dead, stiffening in a threatened way as she sensed someone sidle up next to her.

"What's she doing here?" Lavender hissed harshly, assuming it was her husband coming out of the kitchen to stand by her side. She was surprised and cowed to find that it was actually her brother-in-law, Harry, who now blinked and chuckled tightly.

"It's Hermione," he pointed out, as if that explained everything, his smile bemused and even slightly annoyed as he picked up on her tone. "She's family!"

Ron now came bustling out of the kitchen and Lavender noticed warily how he pulled up short for a moment upon seeing the beautiful witch with chestnut curls.

"Won-Won, what's she doing here?"

"I…. I don't know…" Ron's face broke into a smile, absently brushing past his wife as though she was a hat stand. "Mum must have invited her…" Eyes narrowed, Lavender observed as her husband strode up to the attractive witch.

"Hey. You came!" Ron beamed.

"Yeah, your mum wrote me," Hermione grinned. Leaning in, the pair kissed cheeks innocently. Or at least, what they hoped was innocent.

The Weasley dinner table was predictably crowded and noisy. Hermione almost tried to get a spot next to Ron, but noticing how Lavender was hovering, thought better of it and instead found a spot between Harry and little Lily. She still had a glorious view of Ron from across the table, and she smiled softly as she watched him engaging with his nieces and nephews. He could say what he wanted, but she happened to think he would make a great father.

It gave her a sharp pang to know that were he to become a parent, any children of his would have Lavender as a mother.

"Hey, Granddad!" James piped up. "What happened to the peashooter from last year? We want to see some tricks!"

"Peashooter! Peashooter!" Albus and Lily banged their fists on the table, attempting to start a chant.

Hermione wrinkled her nose in amusement, and she happened to lock eyes with Ron from across the table. If she didn't know any better, she thought she might have caught him staring. 'Pea-shooter?' she mouthed at him, impressed at how he read her lips instantly.

"It's become a bit of a tradition!" Ron had to raise his voice a little over the hubbub. "The kids like it when Dad takes some of the leftover peas and starts firing them all over the house!"

Hermione giggled, lifting a hand to her mouth.

"All right, children, all right, but I'll have to get it from my workshop…" Arthur moved slowly to rise from his chair.

"I'll go, Dad!" Ron sprang from his. "Don't fuss!"

Ron left to fetch the peashooter, Hermione watching him go. She tried to keep her mind and her eyes from wandering to the Burrow's front door. She chatted with Harry and engaged Lily in a story about all the wonders she had seen in Australia.

"….. does anyone know what's keeping Ronald?" Molly was overheard saying.

"I'll go see!" Lavender started to push back her seat.

"Don't bother!" Hermione quipped formally, hopping out of her own chair and striding briskly out the door. She didn't notice how Lavender frowned hard at her back, nor how Harry admonished his sister-in-law.

"Ron probably got buried in all of Arthur's gadgets…. It's OK…."

Light was spilling from Arthur's tool shed when Hermione slipped inside, closing the door and bolting it behind her. Ron was rummaging around the back of the shed, and Hermione blatantly checked out his arse before he finally straightened in triumph.

"Found it!" He turned and froze when he saw her watching him. It was adorable how he flushed as red as his hair in this lighting.

Hermione smiled whimsically. "Well, the old tool shed still looks the same…"

"Yeah…" Ron's voice seemed to come from somewhere outside of himself. Hermione could feel his impossibly blue eyes roving over her, undressing her from the red cocktail dress she had worn for tonight. Turning her head to meet his smoldering gaze, Hermione blushed down to her chest. She felt the space between her legs clench.

"I came to apologize. For leaving you after…." She didn't finish, nor did she need to. Ron's irises were black as he nodded.

"Please tell me that's all you're apologizing for. You're not…?"

She shook her head emphatically, her body thrumming with delight, even as her mind tried to implore with her to see reason. "No. I could never apologize for that. And I don't regret it."

"Good." Hermione shivered at the growl in his voice, as Ron crossed to her in two strides, roughly grabbed her skull in both his hands and yanked her face forward so that his lips crashed down onto hers.

"Mmmmmmhmmmmm…" Hermione practically leapt into his arms, and Ron was more than happy to lift her off her feet, allowing her to fold her legs about him. Their fused lips were quickly becoming swollen, bruised, as their heads tilted in a thrashing manner to sup still more kisses from each other in a make-out session that was frantic in its give-and-take.

"You're so beautiful….." Ron groaned. "Do you even have any bloody fucking idea, how beautiful you are? How did I get here…?"

Hermione gulped, humming as his lips captured hers again and she sank into it, even as she answered him literally. "You marri – Mmmm… - married Lavender…."

"I shouldn't have," Ron growled, shoving the red skirts of her dress up over her slim hips. "I should have married you; I never should have let you walk away. I should have followed you to Australia….!"

"Ohhhhhhhh….." Hermione sighed, arching her head back, baring her neck to his frenetic kisses. "You mustn't say things like that….."

"I'll say it! I ruddy mean it!" Ron grunted, pulling Hermione back down for a kiss that made her head spin. "I…. I love you….. I love you, Hermione; I always have…."

And even though it was crazy, it was madness, Hermione moaned out, "Oh, Godric, I love you too….!"

"Kiss me!" Ron begged.

All rational thought abandoned her. Framing his face in her hands, Hermione lovingly kissed him. Ron carried her grandly over to his father's workbench, clearing all the tchotchkes off of it with one sweep of his palm so he could lay his lover down flat upon the hardwood. He ripped the bodice of her dress down and nearly choked at how she wasn't wearing a bra, her cleavage open and enticing and leaving her boobs to hang free like apples.

Ron was mouthing down her face and down to her breasts, kissing the swell and tips of them as Hermione quaked in his embrace. She had just enough presence of mind to point her wand at the door and incant in a shaky voice:

"Salvio Hexia….. Collo…. Collo…. Oooooooooh…. Colloportus….. Muff – Muffliato Maxima….."

The door locked and warded, she sealed herself inside with this man now seducing her. She only hoped the charms would hold, particularly the Silencing Charm, considering what they were about to do and with his family only a hundred yards away, back at the house.

Ron kissed her again as his own palm snaked down under her dress, touching her wet folds before he plunged two fingers inside, stroking her madly.

The sudden passion caught Hermione off-guard, and for just a beat, she briefly second-guessed herself. Gawping, she yelped as her lover suddenly shoved the hem of her dress up nearly over her hips as he forced her legs to spread apart. Hermione then shuddered violently as she suddenly felt a moist tongue plunge into her heat and she cried out again in shock.

"Ron-Ronald! What on Earth…..?!" He merely sucked, slurped on her pink beauty harder and Hermione's body went almost rigid on the tabletop, even as she felt her skull loll back into the hardwood. A gooey sensation was thrumming like blood under her skin, enough to make her feel like she nearly sank into the tabletop.

Ron had a grip on her thighs and was holding her open with no effort at all, slurping away. Hermione attempted to softly push against him. He growled deep in his throat and continued what he was doing. He crawled between her legs and grabbed her arms at the wrist to pin them over her head. She struggled weakly, trembling at his dominance. But his toned strength from Quidditch was more than a match for her. Ron ground his still-covered erection against her moist heat and she moaned, whether in fright or desire, she didn't want to admit.

And then he kissed her...

Oh god! She moaned as his tongue forcefully moved into her mouth. He tasted of cologne and moonlight and something darker and she found her momentarily-resurgent resistance crumbling. She struggled all the harder and he pulled back with a smirk.

"I'm going to own you!" he growled, trailing lips across her cheek and down her neck. That growl touched something deep inside her and some instinct made her bare her neck to his hungry gaze. He immediately latched on to that patch of skin with his teeth, marking her as his, but careful not to break the skin. Hermione cried out in shock and desire.

"Ronald!" He growled again, pushing himself into a half-kneeling/sitting position that kept his cock pressed against her. He violently ripped off her top the rest of the way and clamped his teeth around one of her nipples, taking the other one between two fingers and pinching them hard. Her shout was louder this time and she arched her back, pushing her breasts deeper into his mouth and hand.

Ron pulled off with a pop, leaving his paramour panting with desire and he watched her eyes dilate to near black as he ripped off his pants, exposing his cock. Without any warning, he shoved his cock deep into her wetness and Hermione nearly knocked a wrench off the worktable at the sensations that caused.

Once again, it was purely animalistic fucking that followed. He pounded into her moist heat like a man possessed, holding her legs open effortlessly. And she could do nothing but hang on for the ride and enjoy it. And his cock was huge, as huge as she remembered it! She could feel every vein, every ridge inside her body, felt the bulbous head reaching deep inside her on every upstroke. Her whole body trembled with the force of it.

Still pounding into her, he released one of her legs and grabbed her hand, pulling it down to her clit.

"Touch yourself!" he demanded. She hesitated for a moment, slightly embarrassed at the thought of him watching while she masturbated. His eyes narrowed and he growled. And showing great restraint, he stopped moving completely, his cock still deep inside her. He leaned over until he was breathing deeply next to her ear.

"Touch yourself, Hermione. I want to watch you fuck yourself while I'm balls-deep inside your pussy!" he ordered. Hermione gulped and slowly began to play with herself. She ran her index finger over her dewy folds, biting her lip to keep from moaning aloud at the contact.

"Mmm, that's it. Play with that pussy!" Ron moaned, beginning to fuck her slowly once more. He ground himself against her fingers, pushing them harder into that little nub of flesh that always made her see stars and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.

"You look so hot like that, my dick smeared in your juices!"

"Godric! Ron!" she cried out at a particularly hard thrust. Her fingers were moving faster as he sped up his strokes.

She could feel her orgasm approaching, a tight ball of heat deep in her gut. She didn't realize she had begun chanting out loud "Harder! Faster!" over and over again.

And then she was there! Her body tensed up as Ron quickly pulled out of her body and dived between her legs, flicking his tongue over her clit and sucking hard. She screamed so loud as she climaxed, the mirror hanging on the wall opposite the workbench cracked. Ron fucked her with his tongue and fingers, not letting her come down from the first orgasm as a second one ripped through her less than five seconds later. She opened her mouth to wail and nearly choked when Ron shoved his cock into her mouth while still licking between her legs. She could taste herself, her cum mixed in with the copper tang of blood on him and that only enhanced her desire. She sucked him hard, flicking her tongue over him, pulling his balls into her mouth hungrily. She could feel him attacking her between her legs, barely feeling it when he slid two fingers into her anus at the same time. She tensed in shock, never having experienced anal sex before in her life.

Ron felt her tense up around his fingers and shoved his face into her vagina to take her mind off what he was doing. Hermione gradually began to relax and he began moving his fingers, stretching her gradually, preparing her for what was to come. He moaned into her moist heat and she lightly scraped her teeth over his cock and balls. The vibrations from his moan caused her to arch up into his mouth, taking his fingers deeper into her anus.

He slowly pulled himself from her sopping lower lips, shuddering with barely concealed restraint and turned so he was facing her again.

"On your knees, love." he whispered. Hermione obeyed immediately and he let out a slight whimper as he stared at the place where he'd soon be shoving his cock. He couldn't help it; he leaned down and shoved his tongue in. She yelped in shock before she practically melted into the table, shoving her lovely, well-defined arse cheeks into his face. She could hear him slurping at her backside like a thirsty man craving water. She whimpered, she moaned, and she shamelessly begged Ron to fuck her, but all her requests were ignored as he practically fucked her with his tongue. He took his cock into his hand, stroking himself back to full hardness.

When she thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt him move up behind her and took a deep breath. Once she did this, there was no going back for either of them.

His cock nudged her virgin entrance and she resisted the urge to tighten up. And then she felt it, the head of his cock slowly pushing its way into her ass. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut against the burning pain. She must have made a sound of distress, for Ron placed a hand on her back and began to gently rub up and down.

"Breathe through the pain, Hermione..." he whispered gently. She was amazed at how gentle his voice sounded and she concentrated on that. Finally the head popped through the tight ring of muscle and they both let out a sigh of relief. He continued to rub her back, whispering words of comfort as she adjusted to the sensations. Leaving the head of his cock resting where it was for the moment, he reached between their bodies and began to finger her clit, pleased she was still wet for him. A shudder rocked her body and she cried out. Reaching further, he pushed three fingers into her vagina, resuming his earlier treatment.

"Godric! Ron, please!" she groaned, rocking into his hand. The faster he fucked her with his fingers, the harder she rocked into his hand, slowly drawing his cock into her arse. She was surprised when she felt his balls resting against her buttocks and she stopped moving altogether. She had never felt so full! And it seemed like he was still growing!

Ron felt a surge of domineering lust coming to the front and his cock growing larger inside its new nesting place and he leered. He grabbed a fistful of Hermione's bushy curls with one hand, used his other hand to hold her hip and he slowly pulled out before pushing back in. The tabletop rocked with him, making Hermione groan in pleasure. They rutted against each other, low-level shouting, as they shamelessly played the Beast With Two Backs.

"Who do you belong to, wench?" Ron growled as his hips pumped into the willing body beneath him.

"You!" she hissed with need.

"Are you my mistress whore?" he demanded, and Hermione felt her blood burn as her lover talked so vile to her while he was shagging her. At the same time, it perversely turned her on, to hear Ron be passionate to the point of profanity in bed, in the midst of sexual intercourse.

"Yes!" she wailed as he sped up his strokes.

"Say it!" he ordered.

"I'm your fucking mistress whore!" she growled.

"Yes!" Ron howled, pushing faster and harder into his partner, his mate.

Hermione could feel her third orgasm of the evening welling up within her once again and with a strength she didn't know she possessed, she pushed herself up until she was resting on her knees, feeling Ron's cock moving deeper than ever at that angle.

"Fuck! Hermione!" Ron cried out. She got a sense of female pride at making him lose control for once. She managed to wrap an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a sensuous kiss as he fucked her.

Ron felt his own orgasm coming on like an out-of-control freight train and he went with it, howling with pleasure as he came. He was dimly aware of Hermione screaming at him, telling him to finish her off. "Finish me off right bloody now or I'll scream! I'll scream, I'll screa – ahhhhhhh... Ahhhhhh... AHHHHHHH!... AHHHHHHHHH!" Crying out her own orgasm, her arse muscles clenched around his cock and milked him dry. Hermione collapsed out of a near plank position and Ron followed, nearly crushing her beneath him. Suddenly, there was an ear-splitting CRACK as the table on which they'd been shagging actually collapsed beneath them. They trembled against one another, drenched in sweat, hearts threatening to beat right out of their chests. The only thing keeping Hermione from drifting off into a deep sleep was Ron's arm spooning around her waist.

Squirming, Hermione whimpered, begging to be let up. Ron did so, and taking her by the hands, he pulled her to her feet like a gentleman. Smiling like idiots, their bodies feeling noodily, Ron and Hermione drifted into one another, embraced and lightly kissed.

She managed to clean herself up with surprising dignity after such a raw and violent round of sex. She let Ron cast Reparo on the table before they gathered the peashooter and returned to the house.

Lavender might have frowned disapprovingly at how long it took them to return, but to Hermione's relief, no one else in the family seemed to suspect.