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Warning! Not for children. Sexual situations and language.
Diary of a Frustrated Wife by Yawning
Chapter 5
Three months later...
"This is all your fault, Hermione." Ron growled at his friend as he put down the letter he'd just received from his parents. Seems the muggle diet his Mum was on was really working and she'd lost twelve pounds this month and felt the need to announce it to all of the family.
Hermione rolled her eyes behind the Arthimacy book she was studying. "You prat. You should be thrilled for your Mum. She wasn't happy with her weight and now she's losing it."
Ron snorted. "Yeah, she's losing it all right. Dad says she's completely gone nutters with this diet of hers. And those fiddle tapes you sent her."
"Video tapes, Ron." Hermione corrected with a smile. "Now stop stalling and crack open that book." She had to fight not to laugh outright at Ron's take on muggle items. She didn't want to hurt his feelings-although the temptation was so hard to resist.
The common room was empty except for the two friends. Now that their vacation was long over, the students of Hogwarts were in the thick of it with test and exams. But seeing it was a weekend and a beautiful, sunny afternoon, no one in their right mind would attempt homework-except Hermione Granger. And unfortunately for Ron, he had homework up to his ears and only Hermione had the patience to try tutoring him. Recognizing Hermione in teacher mode, Harry had wisely took off claiming he had a Quidditch practice to get to with Angelina.
"She's not fat, you know. I don't know why she thinks that." Ron mumbled as he flipped open his book and turned to the same page as Hermione.
"No one is completely happy with their bodies, Ron. People can always find fault with something." she said.
"What don't you like about yourself?" Ron questioned.
Hermione looked at him incredulously. "Duh, my hair you big dummy. Who could be happy with hair like this?" She ran her hands through her thick mop of curly brown locks. Bushy beyond belief, no comb or brush could tame it. Thankfully her teeth had been shrunk in fourth year so she had only her hair to fight with.
It was Ron's turn to roll his eyes. "You've got beautiful hair, Mione. It's just really big. I don't see why you go on about it like that."
He turned back to his book, bending his head down to hide his flaming face and therefore missing the shocked look on Hermione face. Her face heated up at the backhanded compliment and she stared down at her book, pretending to read. Sitting close on the couch, she became extremely aware they were all alone in the room together. All alone.
After a few moments of silence, Hermione risked looking up and saw Ron staring at her with a heated look.
"Um, what about you? What don't you like about yourself?" she asked, nervously taping her fingers on the outside of her book.
"I've got red hair, big feet, freckles-geez, I could go on all day." Ron sighed, running his hands through his hair, causing it to spike in every direction.
*Aw, he's so insecure. Poor Ron.* Knowing Ron was sensitive about his looks, Hermione moved over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a friendly gesture. He stiffened for a minute before returning her hug. Tightening his arms around her smaller frame, Ron leaned his head into her neck and breathed in her scent.
*She always smells so nice.* He held her close and sighed happily when she rubbed his back in a soothing motion. Having her near, just being able to touch her, caused his breathe to hitch and the most natural reaction a teenage boy would have holding a pretty girl.
Hermione rubbed his back, enjoying comforting him. When they weren't fighting, she actually liked being around Ron, even more so than Harry. He had a right awful temper and was obsessed with stupid things like Quidditch instead of his studies, but he was also very fun and likeable. And he kept her laughing, even though 9 times out of 10 she wanted to strangle him.
"Red hair and freckles are very attractive. You just don't know it yet." Hermione whispered into his neck. His ears reddened and she smiled, before stiffening in his embrace. What the heck was poking her in the-Ron?!
Jerking back, his shamefaced expression made her blush in return.
*Well, at least you know he doesn't think you're unattractive.* Hermione thought as he continued holding her, but refused to meet her gaze.
"I-I don't know-." Ron stammered, trying to come up with any excuse not to get him killed by Hermione.
Going over every fight she'd had with him in her mind, especially the debacle at the Yule Ball, Hermione decided to brave her next question.
"D-Do you like me other than a friend, Ron?" she asked, blushing.
Stammering still, Ron was embarrassed beyond belief, yet secretly thrilled with the opportunity. He had two choices. Flight or fight. He could lie and make up some stupid excuse about him being a horny teenage boy and blow the whole episode off. But that would piss Hermione off and probably insult her. And that was the last thing he wanted. Hell, she was the reason he was in this painful situation in the first place!
*Tell her you ass. Tell her you love her before that prat Vicky takes her away from you.* Ron scolded himself.
"Ah, hell. Don't hate me for this." he pleaded, before grabbing her shoulders and leaning down to kiss her before he could chicken out. The instant their lips touched, they melted into the embrace. It was as natural as breathing. All their pent up frustration released, they brazenly touched one another, mindless of anything but their passion.
Feeling his hands groping around her chest, Hermione moaned before pulling away. As much as she wanted to do more, this was still all new to her and Ron and they shouldn't get carried away.
"Ron, we have to stop." Hermione sighed, pushing his heated mouth away from her neck.
Panting, he groaned but nodded, leaning back against the armrest of the couch to give them some distance. Looking at Hermione's flushed face, pouty red lips and rumpled clothing, he smiled stupidly, albeit happily.
"Whoa. That was something." Ron said, smiling.
"Yes, it was." Hermione agreed, knowing her face mirrored the expression on his. There would no longer be any reason to deny the sexual tension between them. Most of their fights now seemed like long drawn out session in fore play.
"So...does this mean you'll be my girl? I-I mean we're still friends and all-" Ron nervously began.
Hermione interrupted for the sake of her sanity. "I'll be your girlfriend, if that's what you want."
Reaching out, he took her dainty hand into his and held on tight. Her answering smile made his old heart skip a beat.
"Yeah, that's what I want." he whispered with a grin.
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At the Burrow, Molly finished up the last remaining touches on the lunch she was preparing for Arthur and herself. Smoothing her periwinkle colored sweater and matching knee length dress, she wanted to look good for Arthur. Since it was her husbands day off and the house was child free, she wanted to spend a quiet day alone. Without getting into an argument.
She knew he didn't approve of her diet and exercising. Having lost thirty five pounds in three months, Molly has pleased with her new smaller figure. She was still thick, but being able to go down two dress sizes was a thrill a minute. But Arthur thought it was too much. He hated it. He liked her big and told her as much. She just wished he was a little more supportive.
The only thing not different was in the bedroom. Their sex life was as wonderful as ever. Fat, thin, they never had any problems with the intimate part of their marriage. Thankfully.
"There. This is perfect." Molly said. She had fixed a bowl of crab salad for herself and a large dish of her lasagna for Arthur. Eyeing his food, she felt tempted but resisted as she set the table. One splurge would be all her husband needed to assist her off the wagon.
"From where I'm standing, it sure does look perfect." Arthur grinned from the bottom of the staircase. He was gazing at her and she knew he wasn't talking about the food.
"Behave yourself. Now come sit down and eat young man." Molly smiled as she gently scolded.
"Yes madam." he said, coming beside his wife to kiss her cheek before seating himself at the table. She had gone all out with the spread of food on the table. The cheesy lasagna and home baked bread looked delicious and had his mouth watering. Turning his head, he frowned as he saw the small bowl of salad for her.
"Molly, please tell me you're eating more than that?" Arthur sighed when she sat down across from him. He already the answer but asked anyway.
"It's healthy. I like salads." she replied, reaching for her fork.
"You also love lasagna." he said, digging into his food.
"Arthur, you know it's not part-"
"Part of your diet. Yeah. I know." he shook his head. He wished she'd never even heard of the damn word.
The room became quiet as they ate their meal in silence, not wanting to give the other a reason to argue. In record time, the meal was over and Arthur was pushing away from the table.
"Good lunch. I should probably go outside and work on the car." he announced, picking up his plate and utensils and taking it to the sink.
Molly blinked back tears as she remained seated. He was pushing her away again.
"Why are you doing this to me? You've been hounding me for months now. Why can't you be more supportive?" Molly snapped, eyes tearing up as she held back a sob.
"Supportive? Molly, this diet is making you lose your mind. You exercise six times a week. Hell, I don't think even the muggles go that overboard. You live on fruits and salads, yet you prepare decadent meals for me like you're trying to prove something. Do I really need an update every time you lose a pound? You're obsessed." Arthur yelled.
"How dare you! You're my husband. You should be rooting for me, not knocking me down. You want me to stay fat. Why? Afraid when I lose the weight someone might actually find your fat wife attractive?" Molly shrilly cried, holding her hands over her face as she wept.
Striding back to the table, he reached down and dragged her out of her chair and shook the hell out of her.
"You idiot! I've always thought you attractive. Hell, I don't care if a million men stare at you, you're my wife. You're not fat, damnit but you seem to be the only one who thinks so. Loose fifty fucking pounds or gain it for all I care. Just start being the girl I married again!" he hissed at her.
Molly gasped in shock as he raged at her. Arthur hardly ever became angry, but when he did, it was mind blowing.
"W-What do you mean?" she asked, rubbing her red eyes.
Calming down, Arthur took her into his arms. Feeling her little tremors, he felt ashamed for screaming at her and shaking her. She drove him to distraction but he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Merlin Molly. Where's you're spirit gone? Hell, you use to fuss anyone out if they so much as looked at you funny. Now you take it to heart and think they're judging you. You've always been full figured Molly and I've always thought it was sexy as hell. You know that. Why are you acting this way?" he asked, kissing her forehead.
"You don't understand. You're a man. People don't judge you on looks like they do women. Like they do me." Molly said.
"Yes, they do. I'm bald. The first thing out of anyone's mouth if they were describing me would be Bald man. That and the hair color." Arthur replied, smiling a little as he wiped her tears away.
"I just want to be attractive to you. Not be labeled the fat, dumpy Weasley woman with the mountain full of kids."
"You'll never be unattractive to me." he said. He should have realized that constant cruel remarks over the years would stomp on anyone's self esteem. She not only wanted his approval, but the approval of others.
Thinking back to her fanatical behavior for the last few months, she realized she hadn't been acting like herself. He was right. If anyone had insulted her weight when she was younger, she would have hexed them within an inch of their lives. She hadn't been true to herself in a long time.
"I'm sorry for driving you crazy. I should stop this diet." Molly resigned herself.
"No. I'm not being fair. It's what you really want that matters. All I ask is that you stop going overboard, okay? That means no more salads every meal. You will eat others things, Mol. No more working out everyday. I get tired just watching you. All I do want is for you to be happy." he said.
Nodding her head, Molly agreed she may have gone a little wild with her diet and would back off for a while.
"I was starting to worry you weren't happy with me anymore and would be giving me the boot." Arthur chuckled half heartedly. Molly heard the underlining worry in his voice and knew her self doubt had caused him to doubt himself in return.
"Never. You're pretty much stuck with me Arthur Weasley forever. Better get use to it." Molly smiled. They spent the next few moments sharing kisses, until breathless, Molly brushed her mouth across cheek.
"You know most men prefer their women slim instead of big." Molly said, close to his ear lobe.
"They just haven't met a sexy woman like you yet." Arthur nuzzled her neck.
More than a little flattered, Molly felt her insides melt at his touch. She was a lucky gal indeed. "Let's go upstairs." she said, stroking her palms across his shoulders.
"Why? We have a nice comfy kitchen right here." Arthur grinned devilishly.
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When Harry came back to the Common room from Quidditch practice (hiding out from studying) he was quite surprised by the sight that greeted him. Sure Ron and Hermione could sit quietly once and a while without killing one another, but this-
"What the hell are you doing? Ron? Hermione?" Harry whispered in disbelief, not sure his eyes weren't deceiving him. He took off his glasses and stared before pushing them back on his face.
Yup. They were still making out.
"What is going on here?!" Harry asked. He'd always thought they were made for each other, but seeing his two friends making out was a little too much. Even for him.
Sitting next to each other on the couch, his two best friends were holding hands snogging their brains out. Hearing his shout, they broke apart, smiling sheepishly.
"Okay, I was only gone for three hours. What the hell else happened in all that time?" Harry questioned. They shared a smirking look before jumping off the couch and grabbing a startled Harry. Dragging him to the couch, they announced the good news. The fighting twosome was now a dating twosome. Hogwarts would never be the same again.
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Who needed a bed? Molly and Arthur didn't need one and proved that many times that afternoon all over the house.
"You're insatiable." Molly dreamily sighed as Arthur traced a finger over the fullness of her lips.
"I'd say our seven children are proof of that. Now put that mouth of yours to use and kiss me." Arthur said.
She didn't have to be asked twice. The kiss was gentle at first, a slow, heated reacquaintance. Laying naked on the worn out tan living room couch, the couple enjoyed unhurried love making without fear of children discovering.
Molly sighed, reveling in the feel of his lips searing her neck. The touch of his hand softly caressing her back and bare shoulders made her writhe beneath him. Arthur brushed his lips over her ear and throat and cupped his large hands over the lush weight of her breast. Brushing his mouth over her nipples, he smiled as she arched her back for more. He treated her breast like they were a delicious dessert-nibbling, suckling and planting hot kisses on the silken undercurves.
Turning over onto his back, he eased her into his lap. Being on top always thrilled her and she trembled as he continued caressing her. His rough hands and spell binding caresses took her over the edge as she vocally showed him her approval. He ran his hands over the soft curves of her belly and brushed the soft, red triangle. His fingers sought her dampness, making her twist and moan. She shuddered and ran her palms over his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding beneath her hands.
"Are you ready for me, Molly?" Arthur groaned as she moved sensually against him. He eased his index finger into the pulsing, wet center between her silky thighs and felt her jerk against him. He was on fire and could feel his self-control fading fast.
"Yes. Merlin, yes." Molly gave a strangled cry of pleasure.
Molly gasped, feeling the hard, blissful entry of his manhood and closed her eyes with the rapture it produced. Running her hands up and down his chest, Molly leaned down to kiss him. As she moved, an euphoric feeling came over her. Looking into Arthur's passion glazed eyes, she knew he experienced the same feelings. Finding a steady, hard rhythm, Molly bounced on top of her mate. The sound of his short intakes of breath added more fuel to her fire.
His hands teased her hardened nipples as he pleasured her with a slow, hot circular motion with his hands. Her soft crooning increased his desire as the friction between them became wilder.
"Molly." Arthur grunted, body stiffening at the sexy sight of his wife riding him.
Grasping her hips, Arthur's thrust became deeper and less controlled as they rocked violently against each other. Through the red haze of lust and love, they rode out their explosive union, thrusting possessively, mindlessly until climaxing together. Exhausted, Molly rested her sweaty body against her love. Biting his lip playfully, they shared a quick kiss before laying down and sleeping the remainder of the day away.
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Jerking from the bed, Molly jumped from her side of the bed and raced to the bathroom. Arthur slept soundly as she proceeded to loose the contents of her meal in the toilet. Laying on the bathroom floor, heaving, Molly tried to catch her breathe as she rubbed her churning stomach. Having only eaten salad for the day, she couldn't think what caused this. The salad was fresh and the vegetables were from their garden. Why would she be-?
*Oh, Merlin. No way.* Molly thought to herself, even as a feeling of understanding washed over her. She never got sick. Almost never and the only time she ever felt ill was usually because of morning sickness.
After months of working hard to loose weight...
"I just may to have to murder you, Arthur." Molly sighed.
How's that? Molly knocked up again? We'll see next chapter. Thanks for the reviews, they make me all giddy like a school girl. *Grin.*