At least!
Sorry by the incredibly long delay for this chapter. I've been really busy with work, and even when I was not working my mind kept drifting to it. Add to that that this was a difficult chapter to write and …
But, fortunately, I almost completed the project that kept me so busy — successfully — so I feel much more relaxed now. Of course, my plan of completing this story by summer won't be possible, but I hope it'll be done for the autumn.
Meanwhile, enjoy Hermione's triumph and all the smut, and I hope I can give you much more soon!
Chapter 37
Hermione's Victory
Ron responded with a grunt to the sound of the Timer Charm and rubbed his nose, with his eyes still closed. Still half-asleep, he willed it to stop, but it didn't. He grunted again and opened his eyes. It was only then, when the charm sensed was awake, that stopped its irritating sound and he let out a sigh. Yawning and closing his eyelids again for a moment, he turned to his other side, in search of Hermione's warm body, but his hand only found the mattress. Frowning, he blinked a few times and checked whether she had moved closer to the border (something unusual, because, despite the enormous size of the bed, they usually slept very close or event entwined — except when it was too hot) but he found her side was empty.
"Hermione?" he asked, thinking she might in the bathroom. However, when he raised his head and looked at the door, saw that it was open and the light was off.
He turned on the lights of the bedroom, as it was still quite dark outside in that cold January morning and got up. Putting on his slippers, he went downstairs, still yawning and scratching the back of his head. She wasn't in the living room or the kitchen, so he went to the study, seeing there was light coming from under the door. He opened it slowly and peered into the room.
Hermione, wearing her dressing gown, was pacing back and forth in front of the desk while she muttered facts and figures, looking positively insane.
The image took him back to fifth year before the OWLs and he couldn't help but smile.
He kept watching her for almost a minute, not daring to disturb her, until she realised he was there and let out a little squeal, startled.
"Merlin, Ron, you almost gave me a heart attack!" she shrieked. "How long have you been there? Couldn't you have warned me?"
"Sorry, Love, but you looked so concentrated I didn't want to disturb you," he said sheepishly. "What the fuck are you doing, by the way?"
She glared at him. "What do you think?" she snapped. "I'm rehearsing my speech and revising my notes for the presentation, which, in case you have forgotten, is TODAY!" she explained harshly, looking more than a bit deranged.
"I know the presentation is today, Hermione," he replied tiredly. "I couldn't have forgotten even if I wanted, not that —"
"Sorry for caring about the first law I'm going to present before the Wizengamot, Ron!" she shouted, annoyed. "Now, if you're here just to pester me, that's the last thing I need, you can go away and let me finish!"
Ron's first impulse was to shout back, but, being familiar with her moods, he swallowed his retort. He knew how anxious she was and the way she could get in situations like this, and that she had snapped at him just because he was the one here. So, he took a deep breath before responding.
"Love, I don't want to pester you, I just woke up and you weren't there, so I came looking for you," he explained in the calmest voice he could muster. "I know the presentation is important and I understand you're nervous about it."
She looked at him, still looking annoyed, but her expression softened after his words. "I'm sorry, Ron," she said, her shoulders sagging as she approached him. "I just — I couldn't sleep, thinking about today, and I thought about some changes I should make, so I got up and came here."
"And that was — when?" he asked, raising an eyebrow
"Mmm, an hour and a half ago?" she answered, almost shyly.
Ron let out an exasperated breath. "Hermione …" he gently admonished. "I know you always say you never perform as well if you aren't a bit nervous, but you're going to get sick. I mean, you've been working more than eleven hours a day for the past week."
"I know that, but I need to nail this, Ron. I want it to be perfect; there's so much at stake."
"I know, and the law will pass. I mean, you wrote it, and you're Hermione Granger. Besides, Harry's going to speak at the presentation and you have Kingsley's full support."
She nodded. "I know, I know. It's just, everyone has all these high expectations of me, and I don't want to fail," she explained.
He took her into his arms. "You won't. But even if, by some unexplainable reason, the law doesn't pass, it won't change who you are."
"There are people who wants me to fail."
"Of course there are. Just because we won the war doesn't mean all the prejudiced fuckers in the world have disappeared. But, fortunately, the Ministry is in good hands now."
She buried her face in his chest.
"You really wouldn't be disappointed if the law doesn't pass?"
He pecked the top of her head, then put two fingers under her chin and gently forced her to look up at him. "The night we started dating you told me you wouldn't care if I wasn't good at Quidditch, remember?" he asked, and she nodded. "Well, I don't care if this doesn't go according to plan. On one hand, because it wouldn't mean you failed, just that the members of the Wizengamot are still bigoted pricks; and, on the other, because you're much more than this law. You've already done much good in your Department, Love. Who conducted the talks with the Centaurs and got more land for them and benefits for us? Who managed to convince the goblins to abandon their petition for a new dragon and yet kept them happy — or as happy as a goblin can be?"
"Me," she said in a low voice, smiling at him.
"Exactly. My brilliant, amazing girlfriend. You did wonderfully in those sticky situations, there's no way you can fail when you've been preparing for this for three months."
"Thank you," she said, pressing her lips against his.
"Well, when it comes to you, I'm good at more than shagging, after all," he teased. She let out a laugh.
"Yes, you definitely are."
"Now, why don't I start breakfast while you get your things ready? You need to eat."
She nodded. "That sounds fantastic. Thanks, again, Ron."
"You're welcome. We support each other when we doubt ourselves, right? When I was sent to find and arrest the Grisslam brothers I was nervous as hell, wasn't I? But you told me I was prepared and that I would do a good job. And you were right. Just like I am right now."
She nodded again. "Okay, you've convinced me. Now, what about that promise of a good Weasley breakfast? I feel pretty hungry."
"Coming up," he said, then gave her another kiss and left for the kitchen.
Of course, despite her affirmation, Ron knew she wouldn't be able to eat like usual, so he made a bit less. He was grabbing the juice and glasses when she opened the door to the corridor and came in.
"Mmm, smells wonderful, Ron."
"Well, tuck in, then. You need your energy to kick the asses of the members of the Wizengamot."
She let out a laugh. "Ron, I won't be kicking any asses."
"Of course you will," he insisted, sitting next to her. "Now eat."
"You sound like your mum," she replied, amused, as she started putting food onto her plate.
"Well, she's never wrong at mealtimes," he responded, pouring himself some juice.
Ron asked her about the changes she had made as they ate, and she explained with enthusiasm. Ron couldn't help but smile as he devoured his own breakfast, happy she looked energetic and optimistic once more. Of course, she didn't eat as much as other mornings, as he had suspected, but, being Hermione, he would have been more worried if she had acted as if she didn't have a care in the world.
"Well, I'm full," she declared, leaned back on her chair. "Thanks, Ron. It was delicious and perfect." She checked the wall clock, which indicated it was twenty past seven. "Well, I'm going to take a shower and get ready. Do you mind cleaning?"
"No, I don't. You know Harry and I are on the afternoon shift."
She nodded. "Right."
She got up and gave him a quick kiss before leaving the kitchen. Ron took his wand and began to clean. But, after just a minute, a new idea occurred to him that put a big smile on his face. He had plenty of time to clean, but maybe he could help Hermione relax a bit more?
Grinning mischievously, he exited the kitchen and ran up the stairs and to their bedroom, where he could already hear the shower running. Quickly, he got rid of his clothes and entered the bathroom, anticipation filling his body.
Hermione was already in the stall, with her back to him, washing her hair. He let his eyes roam over her back and her perfect ass for a moment before approaching the shower.
"Is there room for one more?" he asked as he stepped inside.
Hermione turn round quickly and looked at him, surprised, her foamy hands still in her hair.
"Ron! What are you doing here?"
He smirked at her. "Well, I've got plenty of time to wash the dishes, so I thought that maybe I could wash you first … Maybe help you unwind a bit …"
"Unwind?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah," he nodded, pushing her against the wall behind her, his hands quickly taking hold of her wet tits. "I think you need to relax a little," he added huskily, using his thumbs to rub her nipples, which made her gasp.
"That's very generous of you, Ron, but it's getting late and —"
"It's still early," he countered. "Besides, you know I can make you cum pretty quickly."
"You can demonstrate your skills tonight, then, but, right now —"
Ron silenced her with a passionate kiss, then, before she could protest, he turned her round once more so she was facing the wall, and pressed his body (and his hard cock) against her, putting his hands back on her tits, giving them a good squeeze at the same time he latched his mouth to her neck, eliciting new moans from her. Next he sucked on her earlobe while his hand right hand descended across her belly until he touched her pubic hair. Almost involuntarily, she opened her legs a bit and Ron cupped her pussy, pressing his palm against her mound and rubbing.
"Oh, gods …"
"You like this, right, Love? Are you sure you haven't got time?" he teased.
"Please …" she begged, abandoning all pretences of reluctance.
"Please — what? Wash you? Caress you? Make you cum?"
"All of it. All of it, Ron …"
Ron smiled and began to move his hand, applying pressure to her clit. Moaning again, she began to rock her hips, seeking more friction. He shifted a bit and placed his cock between her ass cheeks, pressing with force, knowing how much it aroused her to feel him hard against her ass, and also getting some relief in return.
Hermione leaned his forehead against the tiled wall and rocked her hips faster between his cock and his hands, wanting release. Ron, still kneading her left breast, began to trace circles on her clit, knowing they didn't have much time.
"Oh, oh, oh, Ron, gods …" she chanted, getting closer and closer.
"Cum for me, Hermione," he whispered huskily against her ear. "Cum all over my hand."
Letting out a loud squeal, she reached behind her with her right hand, putting it on his own ass and pulling him more into her. Her hips sped up a bit, almost on their own accord, and Ron groaned, moving his own so his cock slide up and down her crack.
"Faster, Ron, faster!" she demanded, almost desperately. Ron complied and, barely a minute later, her entire body spasmed and, with a shudder, she orgasmed intensely. "Ah, ah, ahhhhh, Rooon …"
Ron kept rubbing her, prolonging her orgasm, and pushed harder against her with his cock, the sight of her cumming driving him wild, until she clenched her thighs around his hand to still him, too sensitive to continue.
"No — more," she said, panting. "No more."
Grinning, Ron pressed his lips against her bare shoulder and pulled away.
She turned round slowly, smiling dazedly, and leaned back against the wall, her tits heaving.
"What about you?" she asked after a few moments, nodding towards his throbbing cock.
"I'm good," he lied. "This was for you."
She looked at him intensely for a moment. "All this was to relax me, wasn't it? But how can I relax, if, instead of concentrating on the presentation, I'm worrying about leaving you in such a state?" she joked.
Ron laughed. "Love, if you got worried every time I get hard, you wouldn't do anything productive at all."
"Well, I do not claim responsibility for the things you think when you're alone, but this —" she wrapped her soft hand around his shaft "— was tightly pressed against my bum, so it's only fair I help you unwind," she declared, and gave him a stroke.
"Fuck …" he muttered, briefly closing his eyes.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked sultrily, wanking him expertly.
"Fuck, don't you dare! Oh, shit, Hermione …"
"Do you want to come all over my ass, Ron?" she whispered against his ear, speeding up her strokes.
Ron, who was now bucking his hips to fuck her tight fist, could only groan. "Merlin's bollocks, yeah …"
"Warn me, then," she said, and, cupping his balls with her other hand, began to work his cock fast and hard. Ron's hands flew to her tits, kneading them roughly as she gave him the most amazing handjob, until he knew he was close.
"Turn around. Now!"
Giving him a sultry smile, she released him and did as asked, putting her hands on the wall and arching her back. Ron's eyes focused on that perfect, round, wet ass, and he grabbed his aching dick in his hand, beginning to jack himself off fast. He put his other hand on her left cheek, caressing it, and she shook her sexy butt in invitation, looking at him over her shoulder.
"Cover it in your hot cum, Ron …"
Grunting, Ron moved his hand faster, pushing himself over the edge, and hurried to put the tip of his cock between her cheeks as he began to shoot. The first spurt hit her asshole directly, making him groan in bliss, and then he pulled back a bit to spill the rest all over her creamy ass.
"Ahh, fuuuuck …" he moaned, shuddering in pleasure.
Grinning at him, she moved a bit, allowing the water to wash most of it down her legs and to the drain. "Better?" she asked, leaning against the wall.
Her nodded his head. Still smiling, she poured a bit of gel into her hands and used them to wash his dick, eliciting a new groan from him.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"It needs some cleaning, right?"
Ron kissed her, hard, then turned her round once more and poured gel over her ass, massaging it with relish, delving between her cheeks and down to her pussy.
"Rooon …" she moaned.
"I've got to clean your pretty pussy, Love …"
"Come on, let's finish or I'll be late …"
"Okay, okay," he said, relenting.
Once they were done, Ron put on his bathrobe and went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning. Afterwards, he turned on the TV and lay on the couch, his legs on another cushion, crossed at the ankles.
Ten minutes later, he heard Hermione and turned towards the stairs. She had arranged her hair into an elegant bun and was wearing her best robes.
"How do I look?" she asked nervously, turning to face him before reaching the last step.
"Smashing and ready to trounce them, Love."
She gave him a smile. "Good." She went to the study, and, a minute later reappeared with her briefcase and walked towards the fireplace.
Ron got up and kissed her soundly.
"See you at twelve?"
"Yeah."
Hermione disappeared through the flames and Ron sat down on the couch, where he fell asleep once more after a few minutes.
He woke up a couple of hours later. As it was still early, he let himself lay there, looking at the TV, which he had forgotten to turn off. After half an hour, he decided to do something productive, so he got up and went around the house, doing some cleaning with his wand, and also made the bed. After opening the windows, he got changed into his Auror robes, ready to go to the Ministry. He was about to descend the stairs when Harry's patronus appeared, startling him.
"Ron, I'll be in the canteen. Meet me there before going down to the Meeting Hall."
Ron frowned at the stag as it vanished, but then shrugged. Okay, they had time, after all. He used the fireplace to travel to the Atrium, which was swarming with people. He didn't fail to notice many of them were reporters, most surely wanting to cover the Wizengamot session. He tried to move inconspicuously towards the canteen, as he didn't want to talk to any of them. He had had enough of that since he, Harry and another two Senior Aurors had come from a mission in Ireland in which they had captured Almond Shafiq — one of the sever Death Eaters still at large — and a couple of associates, one of the seven most wanted Death Eaters that were still at large since the war. It had been the first mission for Ron and Harry since they had become Junior Aurors before Christmas and made partners, and it had been a complete success, which only had increased their fame.
And to think there had been a time when he had craved fame! He could have stolen a Time-Turner, go back in time and smack his teenage self in the head a few times.
To his relief, he managed to reach the canteen without drawing attention, and soon found Harry at one of the tables at the bottom, not far from the storeroom in which he and Hermione had fucked the night of the end of war gala.
"Hi," he said, dropping onto the seat in front of him. Harry, who was taking a sip of his drink, nodded at him after putting his glass down. "Beer? This early?" he teased him. "Did you have a row with my kind sister?"
"Ha, ha, very funny, you idiot. No, in fact, it's thanks to your girlfriend that I needed a drink, not mine."
Ron furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Where have you been the past week?" Harry replied, looking at him as if he was daft. "I had a meeting with her at ten about my speech at her presentation."
"Oh, right!" nodded Ron, feeling like an idiot.
"Well, she and that Barnard Coulter, the Head of the Legal Office, attacked me as if I was a criminal facing trial."
Ron let out a laugh and Harry glared at him. "Yeah, laugh, laugh, you git. Your girlfriend is completely barmy, you knew that?"
Ron laughed again. "Yeah, since first year or so. But that's one of the reasons I like her." Still grinning, he ordered a butterbeer. "So — is Ginny coming?"
"Nah, she's got practice," said Harry. "They have a hard match against Puddlemere next week and they're working extra hard."
"With this weather …" He said, shuddering at the idea. "I'm so glad I did not pursue a Quidditch career. Practicing in the winter is something I certainly don't miss."
Harry, who was taking a sip, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, because going on a mission to Ireland in the middle of winter for three days, spending them in the middle of a wood, is much better," he replied sarcastically, putting his tankard on the table.
"Well, no, but we don't go on missions like those so often."
They kept chatting for a bit as they finished their drinks. Then, as it got closer to twelve, they got up and went down to the Meeting Hall, where legislative sessions of the Wizengamot took place. The fact that Kingsley had turned it into a legislative body instead of just a court had been one of the changes most praised by Hermione. Previously, laws were issued by the different Departments, requiring only the approval of the Minister, which, in Hermione's opinion, led to corruption, autocracy and lack of control. Now, no Department could enact laws by itself. All of them had to be revised by the Legal Office and then presented before the Wizengamot. At the same time, the Wizengamot no longer acted as the only court, but as the supreme one. Minor cases were addressed by other courts under its jurisdiction. Of course, that made implementing good changes harder, but it was worth it, as it would also make approving bad changes difficult.
When they reached the lobby outside the Meeting Hall, there were a few people already there. Some of them, reporters, tried to speak to Harry and Ron, but they ignored them and entered the room, sitting on the benches. Some members of the Wizengamot, including Mellitous Bangard, the Chief Warlock, were already on their seats.
People began to fill the room, and Harry and Ron were soon joined by Neville — who, like them, worked in the afternoon shift today — and Luna.
"I didn't know you were coming," said Harry to Luna after they had greeted them.
"Well, Dobby saved our lives, didn't he?" she responded. "And everyone knows house elves have been used in the past by several ministers to infiltrate the house of their rivals and get political advantage. They deserve much better."
"Right," said Harry, sharing a quick glance with Ron, who tried not to chuckle. He looked at the door from where the representatives entered, and saw Hermione walking in, accompanied by Tawttings and Barnard Coulter. "There they are," he told the others.
Hermione looked nervous, yet her face showed firm determination. As if sensing their presence, she looked up at the benches and her lips curved into a smile when she saw them. Ron returned it and lifted his thumb. She gave him a short nod and then occupied her position. While she took her notes from her briefcase, Kingsley entered the room as well, followed by Percy, who was carrying a large stack of parchment.
A minute later, Bangard got up and ordered to close the main doors.
"Good morning. Minister Shacklebolt, Mr Tawttings, wizards and witches of the Wizengamot, citizens of Wizarding Britain. I declare open the session of the twenty-eight of January. The purpose of this meeting is the presentation and voting of the proposal of the Law of Rights for House Elves, popularly known as the 'Dobby Law', written by Ms Hermione Granger of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Before Ms Granger explanation, the law will be introduced by Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt. Minister, you've got the floor."
Kingsley got up and thanked Bangard. After introducing Hermione, he spoke about the battle of Hogwarts and about how the elves had joined the fight against Voldemort, and that such an act shouldn't be forgotten or ignored.
"We fought against a regime based on discrimination," he continued after a brief pause. "Many of us suffered it. We can't build a new world doing the same to other creatures that are, in no way, beneath us."
Kingsley sat down, receiving a brief applause, and then Bangard invited Hermione to talk.
She got up and swallowed, nervous but determined.
"Thank you, Minister," she said, then let her eyes move over the fifty members of the Wizengamot before continuing. "As the Minister said, elves helped us at the battle, yes. And they do deserve recognition for that, but that's not the reason I started working on this law. As a Muggleborn, discovering about the living conditions of house elves in my fourth year at Hogwarts was a shock, and not a good one. I promised myself that one day I would fight that injustice, and that's why I am here today.
"The first elf I heard about was named Dobby, and this law is dedicated to his memory. He died at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange during the war, after rescuing Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Mr Ollivander, Dean Thomas and me from Malfoy Manor, his former house. Neither of us would be here if not for him. Maybe Lord Voldemort —" (a few gasps could be heard around the room) "— would still be alive. The entire country —" she made a pause, as if recapacitating, and Ron smiled, knowing it was done on purpose. "No, the entire Wizarding world owes him a lot.
"But the most important thing about his sacrifice is that he didn't go there because someone had ordered him to. No, he went because it was Harry who freed him from the clutches of the Malfoys, who used to torture him. Harry was kind to him, treated him like a person, not just a creature, and Dobby became his friend for life. He was free, and, freely, he chose to risk his own life to save that of his friend."
She made another brief pause for effect and to recompose herself before continuing. "It was an act of kindness on Harry's part to free Dobby, and that saved the world. I won't delve into the legal terms of the law, as you all have read them and can ask any questions. I'll just ask for you to be kind as well, to give the elves the rights they deserve. They're not inferior to us in any way, and wizards that had thought that in the past — like the Malfoys of Voldemort himself — have paid for it. Let's give them kindness, and we'll receive kindness in return."
She fell silent for a moment, and then turned her head to look at Harry. "Now, I'd like to ask Harry Potter to say a few words in regarding to this law."
She sat down and the room broke into an applause. When it stopped, Harry moved down to the centre of the room, giving Hermione a quick smile.
"I was just twelve, and eager to go back for my second year at Hogwarts when Dobby Apparated in my room to warn me about terrible things that would happen at the school. He wanted me not to go so I would be safe because, due to Voldemort's failure to kill me, life had improved quite a lot for elves in general, even if not for him particularly. So there I was, having never seen an elf before, and had one at the Muggle house of my Aunt and Uncle." Harry shook his head, a fond smile on his face. "Mind you, he got me in a bit of trouble with the Improper Use of Magic Office," he added, and some people laughed.
"Anyway, he knew, even he couldn't really tell me, that the chamber of secrets was going to be opened. He was aware, due to being his slave, that Lucius Malfoy was planning to give the Diary of Tom Riddle to a student, causing them to be possessed by Lord Voldemort and open the chamber once more. In their arrogance, the Malfoys considered him an inferior being, unable to disobey or thwart their plans. And yes, Dobby was compelled by the enchantments that enslave them, yet, in the end, by sheer force of will, he came to warn me. However, as I explained, he couldn't really tell me what was going on, and even the little warnings cost him greatly, as he had to punish himself. On one occasion he had to iron his own hands. Iron his hands!" he repeated, shouting. "Do you see, how sick that is? Nobody died that year, fortunately, but it could have easily happened. And it all could have been prevented if Dobby had been free to tell the Ministry or Dumbledore what was going on and who was responsible for it!"
"So yes, I saw a chance to free Dobby, tricking Lucius Malfoy, and I did it. And since that moment, he became my friend." Another pause. "I must confess, however, that despite this, I never gave much thought to house elves in general, as I was in no contact with them. It was Hermione who began a campaign in their favour. And though at first I found it annoying, she was — as usual — right," He admitted, giving her a smile. "No surprise there, was it?" he asked, and she smiled back, blushing a bit. "Then, years later, while on the run," he continued, addressing the Wizengamot once more, "we learned that Kreacher, the elf that belonged to the Black family and that I had inherited, had been used by Lord Voldemort to hide one of his heirlooms, a really dangerous thing, during the first war. He was forced to obey orders that would have led to his death, had not been by the particularities of elf magic, which Voldemort disregarded completely."
He let out a deep sigh. "No one, no matter race, origin, or species, should be subjected to that. Elves deserve to be free. They deserve recognition and dignity. That's all I've got to say."
It took a while for the attendants, still a bit shocked by Harry's words, to realise he had finished his speech, but, when they did, they broke into an even louder applause.
Hermione gave him a grateful hug, and Harry returned to his seat.
"That was quite a speech, Harry," commented Neville.
"Yeah," agreed Ron.
"Thanks," he said, grinning.
Bangard got up, looking clearly impressed. "Er — Well. Thank you, Miss Granger, Mr Potter. Now that the law has been presented, the debate is open, so anyone is entitled to ask Ms Granger questions or to argue any point in her law."
No one said anything during half a minute. Then, an old wizard got up, clearing his throat.
"Mr Goddard-Bulstrode, you've got the floor."
"Thank you, Chief Warlock," he said stiffly before looking at Hermione. "Ms Granger, what we heard here is very interesting, and certainly, the way those elves were treated is certainly despicable. I daresay everyone here agrees on that, and that such conduct should be punished. But I must also point out that such behaviour towards them is a rarity nowadays. And, let's be honest, house elves like to work. The greatest shame for one of them is, after all, to be given clothes. In your law, one of the objectives you seek is the wellbeing of the elves, and that is commendable, but, if elves should be treated as equals, as you say is your intent, shouldn't they get to decide? Shouldn't their wishes be respected?" he asked, looking around at his colleagues, and a few other members nodded.
Everyone looked at Hermione, wondering how she would dodge such a question. Ron, however, smirked. She was more than prepared for it. Had been expecting exactly that, in fact.
"Mr Goddard-Bulstrode, do you think most people like to use the Dark Arts, especially to hurt others?"
The man stared at Hermione open-mouthed for a moment, clearly wondering if he had heard correctly.
"Er — sorry, but what kind of question is that?"
"I know it seems irrelevant, but pleas, humour me."
Goddard-Bulstrode studied Hermione for a moment, and then answered, "Of course not. Few people would use them, in fact, especially to hurt others, but I don't see what that has to do with house elves. Are you suggesting wizards and witches like to use Dark Arts against them?" he added with a bit of disdain.
"That has certainly happened in the past, but no, that was not what I meant. What I mean is to point out that, despite your belief that using the Dark Arts against others is rare, you haven't proposed to dismantle the Auror Office yet."
Goddard-Bulstrode stared at Hermione, gaping like a fish, for a few moments. "Of course I haven't, why would I?" he snapped, almost offended. "That idea is ludicrous!"
"Yes, it is," said Hermione vehemently. "It's ridiculous because even if only one Dark Wizard appeared during a year, we'd want a trained team to stop them. Just because something unfair is rare, Mr Goddard-Bulstrode, is not reason enough not to do something about it. Last year there was only one murder in Wizarding Britain, yet no one would suggest abolishing the laws forbidding it, right? Well, using the same logic, even if there were only one elf mistreated, then it would one too much!" she exclaimed, and the attendants broke into another applause. Goddard-Bulstrode looked a bit embarrassed now, and Ron was sure that, if he could, he would have Apparated away.
"Distinguished Members of the Wizengamot, if tomorrow we abolished the laws against murder, we all know there would be more than one killing this year. Just like that, the inexistence of a law that protects elves or gives them rights leaves them unprotected against any wizard or witch that would want, for any reason, to direct their wrath towards them. I believe that, as Mr Goddard-Bulstrode affirmed, the vast majority of the citizens in Wizarding Britain are good people. And good people can't look another way when a crime is being committed, can you?
She took a gulp of the bottle of water she had carried with her before continuing. "Now, regarding the question of the elves' will, the law does take that into consideration, of course," she affirmed. "Chapter 3 is all about that. Elves can choose to work more hours, and even to work for free. However, the key point here is that it is a choice. I won't lie — I'm not entirely happy with that part, but I understand that sometimes, change must be done in stages. Right now, the priority is to ensure their safety, their dignity, and their right to stop working for a house or a family if they so wish to do so. It must be considered that house elves have been slaves for a long time, it had been ingrained in them that it's their duty to serve, that being freed is a shame. Those notions are not unheard of, as were common also in Muggle societies while slavery existed. Some elves will feel uncomfortable, yes, just like some men and women didn't know what to do when they were freed; but, eventually, they'll learn and enjoy it, just like Dobby did." She took a deep breath and looked directly at Goddard-Bulstrode. "Does that answer your questions?"
The man just nodded.
In his seat, Kingsley was smiling broadly, just like Tawttings. Bangard looked all around. "Anyone else has more questions?"
No one said anything.
"Very well. Therefore, as established for second-rank laws, it'll be voted now. Those in favour of the approval of the proposal of law, raise your hands."
Kingsley's was first, and many others followed. In his seat, Goddard-Bulstrode looked dubious but, eventually, lifted it as well. Above the seats, a magical counter displaying the number of positive votes began to grow, stopping at 48. Ron let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.
"With forty-eight favourable votes out of fifty, the proposal is approved as Law 2000/2," sentenced Bangard. "The session is over. Congratulations, Ms Granger."
"Thank you, Chief Warlock," she replied, barely containing her happiness.
Around them, the room burst into a long applause, and Hermione blushed a bit, nodding shyly at every direction. Ron, Harry, Luna, Neville and Dean — who had arrived just before the session started — went down to congratulate Hermione.
"You were fantastic, Hermione!" exclaimed Harry.
"Thank you so much, Harry. And for your help as well."
"That Goddard-Bulstrode didn't know what hit him," said Neville proudly, hugging her as well.
"Yeah!" added Dean.
Hermione laughed, embracing them and Luna while Ron waited. Finally, it was his turn and he engulfed her in his arms as flashes blinded them from every side. For once, he didn't mind.
"You were bloody amazing, Love. I'm so fucking proud of you."
Hermione laughed again, tightening her arms around him before pulling apart, a bright grin on her face. "It passed, Ron! It passed! Elves won't be mistreated again," she exclaimed with moist eyes, as if she couldn't really believe it.
"Yeah. All thanks to you."
Barnard Coulter approached them, accompanied by a euphoric Tawttings (Ron wondered how much of his happiness was because of the law itself and how much was because of the incredible publicity this meant for his Department), Percy and Kingsley.
"Well, we've got to go back to work," said Harry, checking his watch. "See you this evening, right? For the celebration."
"Celebration?" asked Hermione, confused.
"Yeah, Hannah will have the pub ready," declared Neville with a smile. "This deserves a few drinks!"
"I agree completely," said Kingsley, shaking Hermione's hand.
Hermione looked at Ron inquiringly, who grinned at her. "We knew you wouldn't fail."
She clearly wanted to say something, but, surrounded as they were, refrained. Then Coulter drew her attention, reminding her they still had some paperwork to sign, and Tawttings added they had a press conference to attend.
"Sorry, see you later, then?" said Hermione to them. "At home?"
Ron nodded. "Yeah. Enjoy it!"
— o —
Later that evening, upon returning from their shift, Ron and Harry found a note in Ron's desk from Hermione, asking Harry to accompany Ron to their house before going to the flat to change.
Intrigued, they both took the Floo to Row House, where Hermione was waiting for them, perched in one of the armchairs while reading a book, having changed into jeans and a jumper.
"Hi, Love," said Ron when she looked at them over the book.
"Hi," added Harry.
"Hi," she replied. "How was your shift?"
"Blissfully uneventful," responded Harry. "Why did you ask me to come? We've got to be at the Leaky in less than an hour and I need a shower."
Hermione put the book on the table and got up. Taking her wand, she summoned a bag. "I want you two to accompany me to Shell Cottage," she told them. Ron and Harry shared a confused look.
"Shell Cottage?" repeated Ron.
"Dobby's grave," said Harry suddenly. "You want to go there, right?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"Okay."
The three of them Apparated outside the property and were welcomed by a strong gush of wind coming from the sea. The sky was dark grey here in Tinworth, and Ron knew it would be raining soon.
Hermione pushed her hair off her face and, without a word, walked resolutely to where the gravestone still stood. They were just arriving at its location when the door of the house opened and Fleur stepped out, her hand over her protruding belly.
"Hi," she said, smiling at them. "What a surprise. Do you need anyzing? Bill's not 'ome right now, but 'e must be about to arrive."
"Sorry for coming without notice, Fleur," said Hermione. "We just wanted to visit Dobby's tomb."
Fleur nodded, smiling broadly. "Of course. By ze way, congratulations, 'Ermione. I already 'eard you were amazing."
"Oh, she was," affirmed Ron, and Hermione blushed a bit.
"Yes, I couldn't hope for a better outcome. Thank you."
Fleur nodded. "Do you want me to put the kettle on?"
"No, no, we've got to leave, there's a party to attend."
"Yes, of course. I'll see you at the Leaky Cauldron, then."
Hermione nodded as Fleur went back in. Then she turned to face Dobby's tomb and, shoving a hand into the bag she was carrying, took out a copy of Dobby's Law with the words 'Thank you' handwritten at the bottom of the title page. Then she put it next to the gravestone.
"You saved our lives two years ago. This law is in your honour, Dobby. Thank you."
"Thank you, Dobby," repeated Harry and Ron.
Hermione waved her wand, and the copy of the law changed to take a stony appearance, though Ron could tell it was not really stone. Then she cast an Unbreakable Charm on it.
They waited for a minute, not talking at all, just remembering, until Hermione looked up. "Well, it's time to go."
Harry Apparated to his flat, and Hermione and Ron went back to Row House.
"That was a very nice gesture," he commented as he took off his clothes before jumping into the shower. "Giving Dobby a copy of the law, I mean."
"Well, it exists thanks to him, after all," she said, leaning against the basin.
Ron nodded and began lathering his body. He saw Hermione turn towards the mirror and check her appearance.
"I think I should change," she commented, though he didn't know if she was talking to him or to herself. He eyed her as she bent over a bit, his gaze focusing on the delicious curve of her ass, which those jeans framed perfectly. Feeling the initial stirrings of arousal, he looked away and focused on rinsing his body.
When he finished, he grabbed a towel and stepped out, only to find that Hermione had taken off her jeans and was brushing her hair in just her t-shirt and simple black panties. Ron's cock twitched again, and he smirked.
Quickly, he moved towards her and, before she had time to react, he crouched down behind her and cupped her cheeks, burying his face between them.
"Ron! What in Merlin's name are you doing!?" she yelled.
He yanked down her knickers, roughly, and then gave her a long lick along her crack.
"Well, I had planned it for later, but you looked just too sexy and I thought I could give you a preview of my congratulations."
"But — we're supposed to be in the Leaky Cauldron in — Ohh, Ron!" she moaned when he pushed his tongue between her thighs and against her entrance.
"We've got time," he said, nipping at her rounded cheeks. "You're the one being honoured, you've got the right to be a bit late. But if that's a problem, I suppose I can stop …"
She didn't say anything for a moment, and Ron smiled inwardly, pushing his tongue back against her pussy. She arched her back a bit, seeking more contact.
"Oh, to hell with it!" she said after a moment, and he fell back onto his ass when she pushed him and turned round, her gaze feral. She stepped out of her knickers quickly and then hopped onto the basin, opening her legs wide for him. "Come on, then. Congratulate me, Ron."
"Fuck, yeah!" he grunted. Scrambling to get onto his knees, he placed himself between her spread thighs and, after a moment to enjoy the sight of her wet pussy, he buried his face in it, tracing her entire slit with his tongue. Hermione arched her back and moaned loudly, her right hand going straight to her breast, which she cupped. The action caused a new wave of arousal in Ron, who, keeping his eyes on her, pushed his tongue as deep as he could in her hole, fucking her with it.
"Oh, gods, yes, Ron!"
She leaned back against the mirror (previous, heated experiences on this very basin had led them to cast Unbreakable and Permanent Sticking Charms on it) and opened her legs further, rocking her hips against his face, silently begging him to reach deeper. Ron continued feasting on her, savouring her juices as it they were his last meal in this world.
"Fuck, your pussy is so tasty, Hermione," he whispered, licking his lips.
"Don't stop," she demanded, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing him back against her needy cunt.
This time, Ron latched his lips around her clit, lapping at it in the way she loved, and she responded with a loud moan. With her hole now free, he pushed a couple of fingers inside it and began to move then quickly, curving them so they would touch her spot. Hermione practically convulsed on top of the basing, even banging her head against the mirror. She seemed not to realise that, though, and kept bucking her hips against his face.
Ron sucked and lapped at her clit, driving her towards ecstasy while trying to ignore his hard, aching cock, which was envious of his fingers. Hermione squirmed and thrashed, completely out of control.
The scream she let out when she came would have alarmed his neighbours had they had any living nearby.
"GODS, ROOOOOOON! Coming, coming, coming!"
Ron kept licking at sucking while her pussy spasmed around his fingers, until, too sensitive, she pushed his head away weakly, her body having lost all energy.
"You seemed to enjoy that," he commented smugly, getting to his feet.
"Mmmmh," she purred, eyes still closed as she basked in the afterglow of the orgasm, and only opened them when Ron pressed the tip of his dick against her entrance.
"Can I?" he asked, hoping she would say yes, because it was that or wanking.
"Yes, Ron. Cum in me."
"Fuck!" he groaned, grabbing her hips and burying himself in her to the hilt. A shudder coursed her body, causing her pussy to tighten a bit. "Shit, you feel so good, Hermione …"
"Come on, Ron. You've got to be quick …"
"Oh, I can be quick," he assured, and, taking a good hold of her, began to thrust, slowly at first, but soon gained momentum, slamming into her cunt with all his might. The feeling of her smooth walls tightly wrapped around his cock was heavenly, and he moved faster, eager to cum.
"Yes, Ron, yes. Like that. Fuck me like that, Love," she encouraged, her lips curved into a lustful smile.
"Shit, Hermione, your cunt is amazing! I'll never tire of — Fuck!"
"Yes, fuck my cunt, Ron. It's wet and hot, all for you … tight around your big cock …"
"Holy fuck!" he shouted, and, slamming into her powerfully a couple of times, he exploded, draining his balls deep inside her sweet twat. "Ungh, this is so fucking good!" he added as he finished himself with small but very quick thrusts.
Finally, spent, he leaned forwards and rested his forehead on her left shoulder. "Bloody fuck, that was amazing …" he whispered.
Hermione let out a giggle. "Liked it, uh? It's good to know I can excite you so much."
"Well, I love you, I love your dirty talk, and I love your pussy around my cock. Put those three things together and I'm gone."
She laughed. "Good to know," she said, pecking the top of his head. "Now move, sexy boy, we have a party to attend."
"Can't we stay and make our own party?" he suggested as he moved off her.
"Well, I'd love that, but it was your idea to celebrate with other people, wasn't it?"
He grunted. "Yeah, right. That's why I always say it should be you the one making our plans. Why don't we do that?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Because you're impossibly stubborn?" she suggested.
Ron grunted. "As stubborn as you are, you mean."
"Maybe," she acquiesced. "Now get dressed, unless you want to attend my party with your penis hanging out."
He laughed as he moved to the wardrobe. "You'd love that, uh?"
"Sure I would," she muttered, shaking her head in amusement.
Once they were ready, they used the Floo to the Leaky Cauldron, where everything was ready for the celebration. As they had talked, Harry and Ginny had picked up Hermione's parents by Side-Along Apparition, so, to her surprise, she was engulfed in a tight hug by both of them upon entering.
"I didn't know you would be here!" she exclaimed, looking delighted. "I thought we would see you tomorrow for lunch!"
"Well, Ron called yesterday and told us about the party in case the law was passed, or, in his words, 'after the law is passed,' so here we are," explained her father.
Hermione beamed at him and Ron felt his body tingle. Would he ever stop getting that feeling when she smiled at him like that? He hoped not.
"Congratulations, honey, I always knew you'd change the world. We're so proud of you," said Jean.
"Thank you," she said, getting a bit teary.
"Come on, come on, no tears," intervened Ginny in her no-nonsense voice, passing Hermione a glass, "this is a party!"
And so, soon Hermione was being dragged around and hugged first by Ron's parents and then by their friends and the rest of the family. Ron watched her with a smile, happy to see her relaxed and with a wide smile after how stressed she had been the last weeks.
After a couple of rounds, Neville used his wand to make a noise like a bell, attracting everyone's attention.
"Attention, please!" he shouted out loud.
"Neville! Neeeeville!" shouted Seamus, his arm wrapped around Lavender. His eyes were already way too bright. "Shut up, people, Neville's gonna speak!"
"Seamus!" hissed Lavender, blushing in embarrassment.
"Thanks, Seamus," said Neville, shaking his head. Making sure he had everyone's attention, he looked at Hannah, who, nodding, took out a few bottles of expensive champagne and lots of flutes. "Well, today is a great day," he started, smiling, and Ron couldn't help but think about how much he had changed. Though he looked a bit self-conscious, being the centre of attention, he seemed comfortable. First-Year Neville would have died of embarrassment in his position.
"Well, Hannah and I are really pleased to be hosting this party tonight, and we'd like to offer all of you a flute of champagne so we can toast." With a flick of Hannah's wand, filled flutes floated to everyone in the room. After grabbing his, Neville turned his head to look at Hermione and smiled at her. "You are amazing," he told her, and she blushed, not expecting those words. "No one showed me the kindness you did while we were at school. You always helped me and were nice to me. You've got one of the biggest hearts in the world, Hermione, so it's no surprise that, ten years later, you are still helping those no one else wants to help." He raised his glass. "To Hermione. Amazing friend and brilliant politician!"
"To Hermione!" shouted everyone, and they drank. Hermione drank as well, her eyes moist with emotion. Then she approached Neville and gave him a tight hug.
"Thank you, Neville," she said after pulling apart. "And thank you all for being here. But I can't claim all the merit. You all helped change the world to one where Dobby's Law has become possible. Besides, Harry did wonders with his speech before the Wizengamot."
Harry just waved a hand dismissively. "That was nothing," he said.
"It was," replied Hermione. "I want to thank my parents as well, who raised me with the best values and —"
"Dear, we've got no merit," her mum intervened, cutting her in. "In the end, whether you're empathic to other's sufferings or not can't be taught. That's in your nature."
"Still, you raised me to care about others, to help those who can't help themselves, so, whichever you say, I must thank you. And, last but not least, I must also thank Ron, who had to deal with my stress and anxiety these past weeks, and always knows when to leave me alone and when to help me relax. Thanks, Ron."
"And how exactly did 'e managed to help you relax, 'Ermione?" inquired Seamus, his voice suggestive. "Come on, give us the dirty details!"
A thick silence filled the room. Hermione stared at him open-mouthed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Ron glared at him, though he didn't notice at all, still grinning goofily at Hermione.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Seamus, shut up!" shouted Lavender, embarrassed.
"What? It was an honest question …" he replied, and that seemed to break the spell. Many of the attendants, including Ron's parents, burst into laughter. Ron's mum, however, looked embarrassed and a bit scandalised as well, while his dad just stared at the ceiling.
"Oh, gods!" exclaimed Hermione, and drank what was left of her champagne in one gulp.
"Lavender, next time leave him at home!" yelled Ron, moving towards his girlfriend.
"Oh, you haven't got to tell me!" she replied, which elicited a new round of laughs around the room.
"Come on, Hermione, we all know you and Ron shag, it's not news," said Ginny nonchalantly.
"Unfortunately," added Harry, earning another glare from Ron.
"Have another drink, come on," said Ginny, giving her another flute and patting her back.
Hermione grabbed it and took another gulp.
"Your friend Seamus is quite something, isn't he?" commented her dad, who had approached them as well.
"Yeah," nodded Ron, who threw him another unnoticed glare.
The party continued for another two hours, and Hermione even laughed, her embarrassment forgotten, when Seamus threw himself at her feet and begged for forgiveness.
Finally, she thanked everyone for coming, and then she and Ron Apparated her parents to Bedford before going back home.
"Mmm, home …" she sighed, dropping onto the bed and stretching out her arms, her eyes closed. "And it's Friday … I think I could sleep twenty hours …"
"Well, you can, if you want," said Ron, though I was hoping you'd wait until I've given you my full congratulations …"
Hermione opened one eye and looked at him, who had taken off his robes and was now unbuttoning his shirt.
"Didn't you already?" she asked, her lips curving into a smile. "Because I remember quite a pleasant congratulation …"
"I told you that was only a preview," he said, getting rid of his shirt and kneeling before her. He spread her legs, lifting her robes and baring her smooth legs until her pretty, incredibly sexy lace panties were in sight. They framed her mound perfectly and Ron felt his own mouth water at the view. Caressing her inner thighs, he lowered his mouth and kissed her pussy over the lace, making her squirm and emit a soft moan. He put her legs over his shoulders and then kept kissing her, teasingly, smiling as he felt her panties get wet. Hermione put her hands on his head, messing his hair, and then pushed him more into her.
"Please, Ron …"
Happy, he used his fingers to push the crotch to the side, baring her delicious folds to his eyes and mouth; and then gave her slit a long lick before burying his tongue into her hole. She whimpered and bucked her hips against his face, pleasure etched onto hers.
"Gods, Ron … Oh, I love your tongue …"
Ron licked swirled his tongue inside her and then moved to her swollen clit, using his left hand to finger-fuck her slowly.
"Ohhhhh!"
"You taste so well," he whispered between licks and sucks. "Everything about you drives me mad, Hermione …" he continued, pushing her towards an orgasm. However, before she could come, he stopped and got up. She opened her eyes, staring at him questioningly. "You stopped," she whined. "Why did you stop."
Without answering, he got rid of all his clothes and then pulled her panties down her legs, making sure the tips of his fingers caressed her skin. Then moved over her, pushing her robes upwards until he revealed her breasts, encased in a matching bra. He caressed her flat belly, kissing a few spots, revelling in the way she drew a breath every time his lips made contact with her heated skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful, so incredibly sexy …" he whispered as he moved upwards. "Your legs …" — He caressed them — "Your hips …" — he squeezed them — "Your tits …" — he buried his face in her cleavage.
"Ron … Ron …" she moaned, her voice laced with want.
"And your face …" he added, moving until he was between her legs, his face over hers. "That cute nose, those lips, and your eyes …" He saw them flicker with emotion as she looked at him, lips slightly parted, and, as they looked at each other, he shifted a bit and entered her, making her gasp as he groaned.
"Oh, Ron …"
"You're so tight, you're so perfect for me, Hermione," he said, panting, as he moved in and out of her juicy pussy. He used his right hand to undo the front clasp of her bra and pushed the cups away to knead her round, large tits. "I adore your body, the things you make me feel when I'm inside you, when I'm caressing you … Fuck …"
"Ron, Ron, don't stop, Ron …"
"I won't," he assured, moving a bit faster and kissing her mouth briefly. He put his left elbow next to her head for support and moved the hand to her hair, tangling his fingers in it. "And this hair, it's just like you … pretty, wild, untamed … And then there's your heart, your incredibly heart, and your brain … Merlin, you don't know what you did to me while you were before the Wizengamot, the way you defended the law, the way you addressed their questions and their attacks … Seeing you in there, so passionate, so sure of your ideas, was as much a turn on as seeing you bending over in a thong …"
She moaned again, her eyes moistening as she looked at him with pure adoration. "Ron …"
"You have no idea how amazing you are, how incredibly lucky I am. I love you so much, Hermione …"
"Ohhhhh, Ron!" she cried, and, grabbing his head, brought his mouth to hers for a kiss as she came hard, her muscles spasming around his moving cock and making him groan. He kept fucking her hard, helping her ride it out until her body lost her rigidness and sagged, letting out a sigh of pure bliss. "Oh, gods …"
Ron smiled down at her, moving his hand from her breast to her cheek, which he caressed lovingly. "I want to worship you, Hermione …"
"Ron, I love you so much. So fucking much … Now show me how much you love me. Fuck me, Ron. Fill me."
He groaned, unable to contain his need for longer, and began to thrust into her, hard and fast, seeking his own pleasure. Her cunt, tight, wet and still fluttering after her orgasm, was pure heaven, and felt himself approaching his own end very quickly.
"Shit, I'm going to cum, Hermione," he moaned. His hand went down, to cup her ass as he fucked her as hard as he could. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, cumming!" he shouted as his cock throbbed and exploded deep in her, pouring a river of cum into her willing pussy.
"Yes, Ron, yes," she encouraged, bucking her own hips and tightening her muscles around him while her hands caressed his back. "Give me everything. Everything!"
"Fuuuuuuuuck …" he groaned, overwhelmed by pleasure, and then slumped, panting hard while she milked the rest of his seed.
After a moment, he lifted his face to look at her, only to find her staring back, a smile on her lips. Her gaze was filled with so much love it took his breath away.
"I'm so lucky for having you, Ron. No one can make me feel as amazing as you make me feel. In every way a person can feel amazing. Thank you."
Ron kissed her again, his desire for her reawakening. After a bit, he rolled them on the bed so she was on top and moved his hands to her tits, cupping them with reverence. Hermione moaned and tightened her vaginal muscles, causing his cock to grow hard once more. She rotated her hips a bit, letting out a moan. "I love feeling you so hard inside me, Ron. I'll never get tired of it, even if we have sex a million times."
"Fuck, yes … You're so hot and sexy, Hermione …" he told her, giving her breasts a good squeeze. Fixing her eyes on his, she began to move, slowly at first, but soon she surrendered to passion and started bouncing on him, her perfect, sculpted ass cheeks hitting his thighs sexily. Ron groaned, unable to stop staring at her naked body as she rode him hard, as she moved in seek of her pleasure. His hands went to her hips, and he helped her move, though she didn't really need to, as she was giving him all. Ron looked between her legs, loving the image of her pretty pussy taking his glistening cock with every downthrust, and couldn't help but counter her movements, wanting to reach even deeper in her cunt. Her moans were constant now, and Ron gasped when she arched her back, her rounded boobs jiggling so freely.
Fuck.
"Ron, I feel so good …" she moaned. "I love having you inside me, I love your cock in my pussy, Ron …"
"Shit, Hermione!" he groaned, her dirty talking threatening to do him in. "Bloody fuck, your pussy's so tight!"
"Yes, you stretch me so well, Ron! Oh, gods, gods, gods, I'm going to cum again! I'm going to cum again!"
"Yes, cum for me," he whispered, grasping her ass and giving it a squeeze. "Cum for me, Hermione, I love watching you cum ..."
"Yes, Ron, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSSSS!" she screamed, trapping him like in a vice. Ron arched his own back, the pleasure on his cock almost overwhelming, and then began to thrust upwards, helping her orgasm and eager to get his started. Hermione kept crying in pleasure until, spent, she fell over him. Ron, however, held onto her fleshy ass and fucked her hard and fast. "Rooooooon!"
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum!"
Hermione kissed him hard, and Ron, mad with lust, pushed her onto her back, then began to pound her pussy with all his might until he exploded a second time with an animalistic roar.
"Oh, bloody fucking hell …" he muttered, his head resting between her heaving tits as they recovered.
"Mmm, Ron …"
Ron moved, which caused his softening dick to slip out of her. He instantly missed her warmth, but forgot about it when he kissed her lovingly. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and they just lay there, enjoying the afterglow.
"Ron?" she said after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
Ron chuckled. "Love, you haven't got to thank me for the sex. I'm happy to fuck you whenever you want."
"Idiot," he said, smacking his shoulder. "I mean for your patience these days."
"Well, I wasn't always that patient, was I?"
"Okay, not always," she conceded. "But most of the time, you were. You helped me a lot. And thanks for the party. And for bringing my parents. And for what you said. It means a lot to me."
"I just said the truth," he said sincerely. "You were truly amazing, Hermione."
Hermione beamed at him and kissed him again. It was full of promises, and Ron felt a new wave of arousal flooding him. It only got stronger when her small, soft hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping it slowly. Soon it grew hard again and Hermione gave him a smile.
"I love how quickly you respond to me, no matter how many times you had ejaculated …"
"Fuck, I love it as well …" he groaned in pleasure.
She gave him a few pumps and them pushed him onto his back. Her let her, and then just watched as she shifted on the bed, facing his crotch. A moment later, she engulfed him in her hot mouth, and Ron growled. "Oh, Hermione, yessss … Fuck, I love with you take it in your mouth …"
Hermione hummed and sucked harder, her hand cupping his balls. Ron couldn't help but roll his hips, aching to get even deeper into her mouth and throat. She sucked and sucked, her tongue doing the most wicked things to his dick, and Ron couldn't help but move his hand over her back, even reaching her rounded, fleshy ass, which he caressed firmly.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're so good at that … Shit …"
She gave him a powerful suck, then released him slowly, tightening her lips hard against his shaft as she moved upwards. When he fell out of her mouth with a pop!, she smiled at him.
"Tasty," she said.
"Fuck, you drive me mad," he growled, reaching for her and pulling her towards him. She let out a giggle and kissed him. Ron put both hands on her buttocks and squeezed them roughly, revelling in the way his fingers delved into the supple flesh. Hermione moaned into his mouth, then pushed her tongue in seek of his. The kiss turned sloppy, messy and quite lustful, and, as Ron continued to fondle her ass, she moved one hand to his cock to stroke it again.
"I love that you're always ready for me," she whispered, a bit out of breath, her lips a mere inch away from his, and tightened her grip on his shaft for emphasis.
"Hermione, fuck …"
"Yes, Ron, let's fuck, you said you wanted to congratulate me, right?"
"Haven't I done that already?" he said, a slight smirk curving his mouth.
"Not enough," she replied, causing another surge of lust and love to fill his body and soul.
Giving him a quick kiss, Hermione moved, straddling his stomach with her back to him. Ron couldn't help but admire her back, her waist and her bum, his hands moving all over her. She turned her head, her hair swinging with the movement, and gave him a wide grin over her shoulder as she lifted herself to put her tight entrance just above his dick.
"Look, Ron," she said as she lowered herself onto him. Ron resisted the impulse to close his eyes at the sensation, and watched as her mouth formed an 'O', her expression filled with sudden pleasure. "Gods, you feel so good inside me, Ron. I love your cock in my pussy so much … so fucking much …"
"Shit, Hermione," he growled, his hands on her hips, when she began to rock her body, moving her slick, tight walls up and down his aching member. Ron looked down, watching appearing only to be devoured again by her eager cunt, and he groaned again in pleasure. Hermione began to moan as well, as lustful smile on her face as she watched his, and sped up a bit, her ass slamming noisily onto his lower belly.
It was heaven.
Ron's hands moved over her hips, back and ass, groping, kneading, squeezing. Meanwhile, her movements grew frantic, the sex gaining intensity. Ron groaned in pure delight, the sensation of her perfect pussy gripping his rock-hard cock flooding his body with pure pleasure. She arched her sexy back, letting out loud, sexy moans that turned him on even more. She accompanied her movements up and down with rotations, making her look even sexier, adding to the already incredibly eroticism of the scene.
Hermione looked at him again, the previous smile replaced by pure want and wonder. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she bent forwards a bit, moving only her hips and giving him an even better view. Ron's hands cupped her perfect, rounded cheeks and squeezed hungrily. He had now a perfect view of his cock entering and exiting her cunt, and even of her winking asshole, which made his cock throb, ready to fire a new load deep into her womb.
"Fuck, 'Ermione," he moaned, moving his right hand so he could caress her rosebud with the thumb. The moment he did it, she let out a whimper and began to fuck him harder.
"More, Ron, more," she moaned, looking at him with absolute adoration and desire. "Gods, more."
Ron, looking at her face, moved the hand down and slid his first two fingers along her folds, surrounding his cock to coat them in her juices. Then moved then back up and plunged the forefinger into her ass, watching as she closed her eyes briefly and tilted her head back in pleasure. He fingered her ass for a bit before adding his middle finger as well, and she went wild, riding him with all her might and surrendering completely to the fuck.
Ron had to force himself not to cum right then and there.
He was sure she was going to come like this, so it was a surprise when she straightened and stopped for a moment.
"Take your fingers out," she demanded.
Ron did, confused. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, worried. That would be odd, as he wasn't being particularly rough, and, after all, she was used to take his cock up her ass.
"No, it felt wonderful," she said, "but I want something else."
Ron just nodded, and she leaned back, putting her hand on the bed behind her. Ron, realising what she wanted, moved his hands to her sides and helped her lie on top of him, his cock still buried in her pussy. Tilting her head to the side so she could look at him, she tightened her pussy, making him groan.
"Like this, Ron," she said, grabbing his arms and putting them under her breasts, then moved his hand to cover both globes. Ron squeezed, revelling on the feeling of such firm tits in his hands while his hard cock was deep in her cunt. She opened her legs wide and moved a bit, teasing him.
"Fuck me like this," she whispered, her lips brushing his.
Ron groaned and, mad with desire, began to thrust upwards, pounding her pussy hard while he kneaded her large boobs.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Hermione …"
"Gods, yes, Ron, yes. I feel so good, with you inside me, wrapped in your arms … Touch me, squeeze me, fuck me … Give me your best, Ron …"
Ron growled, almost animalistically, and fucked her harder, relishing the feel of her rounded ass nestled on his lap. Hermione arched her back, pushing her tits more into his eager hands, and Ron went wild. He knew he wouldn't last long this way, due to his own excitation and that it wasn't the most comfortable of positions, so, after squeezing her right tit roughly, slid his hand downwards and cupped her pussy for a moment before rubbing her clit with two fingers.
Hermione's cries turned even louder, and she turned her head to look at him, a expression of wonder and pure, unexpected joy on her face. Curving her own arm backwards, she grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth to hers. Ron snogged her hard and, barely a moment later, he felt her body go rigid for a moment, her pussy tightening wonderfully around his penetrating cock, and then she came, powerfully. Ron kept kneading her tits and rubbing her clit, swallowing her cries of pleasure as she convulsed, overcome by the force of her orgasm. Eventually, she pulled away, needing air, and let one last, sexy moan that seemed to pierce his body and go straight to his balls.
"Oh, gods, Ron …"
"Fuck, Hermione, need to cum as well, I —"
"Yes," she said breathlessly. "Yes, Ron, yes. Finish inside me."
Ron groaned and made them roll over so he was lying on top of her back, his cock still buried in her. Tangling one hand in her hair, he made sure she was looking at him, then placed his legs outside hers and threw himself into her, fucking her pussy with abandon. Hermione moaned again as she watched him. Ron used his hands for support and looked down, wanting to see his hips hitting her perfect ass. The view, as expected, was amazing, and he felt himself approach the edge rather quickly.
"Hermione, fuck, I'm gonna cum — Fuck, I'm gonna cum again!" he shouted, looking back at her flustered face.
"Cum, Ron. Cum inside me," she whispered, tightening her cunt even more.
Ron couldn't stand it and, giving a few, forceful thrusts, let himself go, and his cock exploded, flooding her snug pussy with another big load. He closed his eyes for a moment to savour it, revelling in the sensation of his balls being drained into her willing body. He kept thrusting shallowly, wanting to give her everything until, totally spent, his body gave up and he fell on top of her, panting hard.
"Fucking shit …" he muttered, pressing a kiss against her shoulder.
She smiled at him. "I'm going to take a guess and said that felt good," she commented, grinning at him.
"Good, you say? Fucking amazing, that's how it felt," he said. He kissed her again, this time in the cheek, and then rolled off her. Both let out a groan, already missing their connection. Hermione reached for her wand and cast a Cleaning Charm on their sweaty bodies. After placing it back on her nightstand, she snuggled against him under the covers, sighing contentedly. Ron kissed the tip of her nose, his fingers moving over her spine with love.
"Thanks again for tonight, Ron. And I mean what I said before — thanks for being patient with me these past weeks."
Ron smiled and cupped her cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing her soft skin lovingly. "Thank you for all the good you do, Hermione. You make the world brighter, and I adore you for it."
"She smiled prettily at him. "I love you, Ron. So —" (kiss) "— fucking —" (kiss) "— much!"
He laughed happily, feeling content and delighted and utterly grateful for the life he shared with the amazing woman lying naked next to him.
Well, I hope you liked it!
I promise you you won't have to wait so long for the next update.