Hermione looked at the clock on her bedside table for what felt like the hundredth time that night. 2:45am. She sighed, and accepted that tonight might just not be a night for sleep. She very carefully pulled herself towards the edge of the bed, trying not to disrupt the muscular arm of her fiance which was wrapped tightly around her waist. Once she reached the edge of the bed she swung her legs over, sitting up and rolling her head around, letting out quiet moans as her neck creaked and clicked. She was trying to think about how she was going to spend the next few hours waiting to get ready for work when a noise behind her interrupted her thoughts.

'Love?' A deep voice, thick with sleep, came from behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Ron propping himself up on one elbow, rubbing at half-open eyes with the other large fist and stifling a yawn. His ginger hair stuck out from his head at all angles, and Hermione marvelled how the moonlight played over his muscles as he stretched his back. 'Everything OK?'

'I'm fine, Ron,' she murmured. 'I'm sorry I woke you, just go back to sleep.'

'You know that's not possible.' She did. They'd both struggled with sleep for the year before moving in together, and once they'd started spending each night wrapped closely together, with Hermione's back pulled tightly against Ron's chest and his knees tucked up behind hers, neither had been able to sleep properly without the other. Which made Ron's nights away for training all the more difficult. She refocused on Ron as he leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder, then rolled away and practically sprang out of bed. She felt the corners of her mouth twitch, always surprised by his new ability to be instantly awake and ready for the day.

'Come on, I'll put the kettle on,' he grinned at her, grabbing their dressing gowns from the back of the bedroom door and tossing hers towards her on the bed. She smiled back, quickly securing the gown around her waist and following him as he galloped across the hallway to the kitchen. His voice drifted back towards her, 'Tea or chocolate?'

'Chocolate,' she sighed as she sank into a chair at the kitchen table. She watched him bounce around the kitchen, wishing again that she had even an ounce his energy.

'Here you go, my lady,' he said, placing a steaming mug in front of her and softly kissing the top of her head. She looked up at him with a small smile, and he gently rubbed his thumb against her cheek before lowering himself to sit opposite her. He surveyed her quietly for a few moments, then leaned forwards, flannel-clad elbows resting on the table in front of him. 'So?'

'I don't know,' she sighed. She twisted the cup in her hands as she thought about how to phrase it. 'I guess I'm just thinking a lot about the wedding.' She paused again.

''Mione, Love, you can't say something like that and then stop talking. Kinda freakin' me out here,' he chuckled. She looked up at his face, and underneath the lopsided grin she saw the familiar flickers of worry and insecurity. She reached out and grabbed his hand, and he let out a small breath, almost of relief.

'Don't worry, Ronald, I still want to marry you.' She was glad to see the worry disappear from his face, and his hand tightened on hers briefly while he waited for her to continue. 'It's just ... I'm so excited about it, but it feels so strange to be planning something like this after ... after everything ...' A lump rose in her throat, and she coughed in an attempt to clear it away. He raised a hand to her cheek, and she closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation.

'We have more than earned every chance at happiness that we get, Love,' he murmured, and she saw him mentally push away his own dark thoughts. 'I think we just try and enjoy it as mch as possible, yeah? It's what they would want. Now finish your chocolate and let's get back to bed. I have a few ideas about ways to tire you out,' he grinned, winking lewdly at her. She rolled her eyes but none-the-less finished her drink quickly, then took Ron's proferred hand and followed him back to the bedroom.

A few months later he stood behind her, leaning on the kitchen doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised and the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. He was watching his wife intently, wondering when to interrupt her.

She was humming to herself as she did the dishes in Muggle fashion, and he couldn't stop his eyes skimming down her curvy hips to her pert buttocks, trapped beneath tight denim jeans. He knew that she had nothing on under those jeans. Knew it for a fact, as the underwear she had been wearing that day had been waiting for him when he got home, carefully draped over the door handle in the bathroom. He'd gasped at the sight, then rallied himself, his cock already half erect. This was her silent signal that she needed something specific from him, something only he would be able to do for her. And he was more than willing to give it to her.

He bit back a groan when she tossed her long, curly brown hair over her shoulders. He knew that she was just trying to keep it out of her way, but he'd always found her hair fascinating and, when he was turned on, one of the most erotic things about her. He couldn't wait to wrap it around his fist and tug it, to hear her moan, feel her get wet as he used the curls to direct her, control her ... Fuck, he wanted her so badly. He couldn't wait any longer.

''Mione.' She jumped at the sound of his voice, and spun around. She almost dropped the towel she had been drying her hands on.

'Ronald! You scared me half to -'

'Am I to take this -' he spoke over her, cutting her off, and lifted his hand to show her the scrap of lace he held '- as a hint that you want to play tonight?'

'Oh um ... I-I -' she stammered, her eyes darting to the floor as she put the towel down. A delicious pink blush flared up her chest and across her cheeks.

'Look at me, 'Mione,' he commanded, his voice quiet but firm. Her head lifted immediately and she looked into his eyes, obviously worried. 'If you wanted to play, you just had to ask.' He paused, watching her shoulders relax, then he took a chance, needing to be sure he knew exactly what she wanted. 'Good girls know to ask nicely for what they want, right?'

'Yes,' she whispered, her eyes trained on his.

'And do you want to be a good girl?'

'Yes.'

'So tell me.' Ron saw the exact moment that she released herself to his control. She straightened her back slightly, pushing out her breasts, her chest heaving up and down. Her legs parted, her small hands held in tight fists at her side and her brown eyes, still fixed on his, were now dark pools of lust.

He smirked as he took in the sight of her, her posture confirming his suspicions even before she said, shakily, 'I want to play with you ... please, Sir.'

Ron chuckled softly as he stepped towards her. She stumbled back, hitting the kitchen counter behind her. He took another step, towering over her but not quite touching her. His smirk grew as she bit her lower lip, her eyes still fixed on his. He leaned down, his hands grasping the counter behind her on either side of her hips, and watched her shudder as his hot breath tickled her neck.

'That's my good girl,' he murmured into her ear, and ran his long nose gently up and down her throat. She whimpered at the contact, and he could feel her body shaking. 'Fuck, you smell so good.' He lifted his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned, and her body reflexively melted to his. He grabbed her hips, keeping her pressed close as his tongue swept across her lower lip. She obediantly opened her mouth and he sucked her tongue into his mouth, caressing it lightly with his tongue and teeth, causing her to shake harder with her desire. He slid his leg between her thighs to steady her and stroked circles into her hip bones with his thumbs. He broke their kiss and moved back to her neck, enjoying the sighs and whimpers she let slip as he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth, all the way up to her ear. His tongue traced the soft shell of her ear and he growled out, 'Mine.'

'Yes, Ron,' she moaned, her hands finally leaving the counter behind her to grab his shoulders with a vice-like strength. 'Always.'

'Good,' he chuckled darkly. He suddenly stepped away from her, and she swayed slightly, her mouth open and her eyes confused. He waited until she seemed to re-focus on him. 'Now, get on your hands and knees.' Suddenly smiling, she instantly dropped to the floor.

A thought flashed briefly across his mind - Hermione and he had been growing more confident in their dominant and submissive role-playing since she'd first brought it up, and Ron had plenty of fantasy material to pull from, so there was always something slightly different for them to add to their play. Recently, however, she had been requesting this kind of play more following a hard day at work. He found himself concerned, wanting to know that she was OK. But he also knew that this would be a good way to relax her, and she would be more willing to tell him about it afterwards. Now they'd started, they should just keep going, especially if this was what she felt she needed right now. He shook his head to clear it, and started to walk away and out of the room. Her smile dipped and confusion returned to her face.

'Well, are you coming?' he asked. She began to rise from her position, and he quickly snapped, 'Did I tell you to stand up?' She looked at him, slightly shocked, and now even more confused. He fought against the desire to explain, to comfort her, reminding himself that this was what she'd asked for. He straightened himself, crossed his arms and frowned down at her. 'I asked you a question, 'Mione. You know what happens to rude girls in this house who don't answer when they're spoken to.'

'Yes Sir,' she whispered, and Ron was glad to see that her eyes had focused on him again as she sank back to her hands and knees. 'And no, you didn't tell me to stand up.'

'Then don't stand up,' he replied simply, his voice soft and husky again. He saw her shiver, and repressed a smile. He loved seeing what his voice alone did to her.

'Come on then, pretty girl.' He turned and left the kitchen. Half way down the hall, he looked over his shoulder, and had to clench his fist as lust ripped through him at the sight. Hermione, his prim and proper, his fierce, strong Hermione, was crawling slowly across the floor after him. Her hips swayed and he could see her nipples standing hard through her shirt as her breasts shifted with her movements. Her eyes were fixed on his back. Ron made his way quickly to the armchair in their living room and sank into it so that he could focus completely on watching her. His now fully erect member strained almost painfully against his work trousers, and he saw her lick her lips as she neared him, her eyes now glued on his crotch. He waited until her head was between his knees, then reached out and roughly grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head. She whimpered again, but he knew she enjoyed the slight pain this caused her.

'See something you want, 'Mione?' he growled. She gasped and nodded, pulled to her knees by his fingers in her curls. Her hands rested on his thighs and her nails dug into his muscles, drawing another growl from him. 'Have you been told you can touch yet?'

'No, Sir,' she panted, immediately raising her hands from his legs and moving them behind her. He couldn't resist cupping her left breast, now so readily available to him. She bit her lower lip hard as he teased her through her shirt, and when his thumb flicked roughly over her nipple her eyes rolled slightly into her head. He chuckled, and reached between them to pull her thin shirt up. He let go of her hair to lift the top completely off, and threw it behind her. He wound his fingers into her curls again, more gently this time, and her eyes closed and she purred in appreciation as he massaged the back of her head with his long fingers.

He took his time to stroke the newly exposed skin on her chest with his other hand, enjoying watching the goose bumps raise on her pale skin and her nipples harden further. He circled one, then suddenly pinched the hard bud between his finger and thumb, his gaze now on her face as her eyes snapped open and her hips bucked involuntarily. He released her nipple to raise his hand to her face, using the pad of his thumb to tug her lip from between her teeth.

'Careful, Love,' he breathed. 'We wouldn't want you to damage yourself.' He leaned closer, tilting her head back by pulling her hair. When he was close enough to feel her quick, shallow breaths, he muttered, 'That's my job,' and crushed his lips to hers, hard. She gasped against him, and he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, smoothing his tongue over it before biting down, drawing a moan from Hermione. He kept his eyes open, and could see that she was fighting against the desire to move her hands out from behind her back. He released her lip and couldn't help but feel proud when she kept her posture on her knees in front of him. They'd had a lot of discussions and Hermione had done a lot of research about submissive training, and from this he knew that her staying still even after his onslaught meant that she was entirely his, to do with as he pleased. His cock throbbed at the thought. He picked up the lace underwear that he had discarded on the arm of the chair, and held them in front of her face.

'These were wet when I found them, 'Mione,' he said. 'Have you been thinking about this today?' His lust grew deeper as the flush returned to her cheeks, and she silently nodded. 'Use your voice, Love. Did you play before I came home?' She moaned quietly. He twisted his hand in her hair sharply, satisfied at the small cry that escaped her as her gaze locked onto his, her thighs pressing together.

Gods, he loved seeing her like this, completely surrendered to him, her need taking over. 'Tell me, 'Mione.'

'Yes,' she whispered.

'Yes what?'

'Yes, I played with myself before you got home.'

'Dirty girl,' he breathed. 'Open your mouth.' She obeyed, and he immediately pushed the knickers in, against her tongue. She moaned at the taste of herself on the fabric, and Ron grunted out a distracted, 'Fuck,' at the thought before regaining his control. 'It seems you'll have to be reminded of your manners. Turn around, on your hands and knees again.'

Hermione immediately did as he said, and when she was in position Ron wrapped his hands around her hips and guided her backwards until she rested just in front of him. He reached around the front of her and unfastened her jeans, tugging them roughly over her waist and down her thighs, leaving her arse and pussy exposed to him. The smell of her arousal hit him, and he stroked his long, rough fingers up her inner thighs, drinking in her moans. His hand reached her slit and he sank one finger between her folds, his breath hissing between clenched teeth as he felt how wet she was.

'You've already played once today and you're dripping again,' he said, raising his hand to his lips. He licked her juices from his finger and groaned at her taste. He heard a soft sound and looked up to find her staring over her shoulder at him, her eyes burning with desire. 'Did you cum when you played earlier?'

'Y-yes, Sir.' It was muffled through the fabric in her mouth but he could still understand her.

'Whose name did you say as you came?'

'Yours, Sir. Always yours.'

'Always?' He raised an eyebrow at her, and lowered his hand to slide it between her thighs again. Her slick folds parted for him easily, and she whimpered as he rubbed her entire length but carefully stopped just short of her clit each time. 'Are you saying that you play with yourself a lot?' Hermione's eyes were suddenly wide and her body stiffened, aware of what she'd accidentally confessed to. He reached forward and pulled the now damp knickers from her mouth. 'Well, 'Mione? I'm waiting.' His hand at her core stopped moving, and she whimpered and tried to grind herself against his hand, but he grabbed her hip with his free hand, holding her still.

'Y-yes ... Yes, I do sometimes play with myself!' she gasped out.

'How often?' Ron tried to maintain the controlled tone, but a sudden wash of fear and doubt hit him as that old familiar feeling of insecurity rose rapidly in his throat. Was he not enough for her? Did he not satisfy her needs?

'Only when I've had a bad day,' she said, and he re-focused, needing her to explain. 'When I've had a hard day at work or I'm feeling insecure and you're not around, I remember our play sessions and how good, how wanted you make me feel, how sexy you seem to find me. I think about us and I imagine you telling me to let go of the rubbish of the day, and how you would help me relax, and one thing just leads to another. Ron, please ...'

His heart soared, the worries instantly burned away. She still fantasised about him. Even when he wasn't physically there, he was still what she turned to for comfort on her most difficult days. He let his breath out in a rush and felt his confidence returning.

'Thank you for telling me, Love,' he murmured, his hand starting to move against her again. She sighed and wriggled her hips, trying to get closer to him. He smirked, and pulled his fingers completely away, chuckling as she cried out at the loss of friction. His hand made its way to her hair again, and he tugged it back as he leaned forward to mutter, 'But I still think some punishment is in order for with-holding your orgasms from me. Don't you agree?'

He didn't wait for an answer. He sat back and raised his free hand, then brought it down smartly against Hermione's round, firm arse cheek. She cried out in shock, and he smacked her again. Her cry was closer to a moan this time, and as he continued to spank her the noises she made became more and more needy. Her skin was soon red and he could see individual finger marks all across her buttocks.

She would be sore tomorrow, but he knew she loved this, the reminder of what he did to her. When he was panting for air himself he stopped smacking and thrust his hand roughly between her legs. Her thighs were slick with her fluids and she almost screamed as his fingers suddenly pressed against her swollen clit. He rubbed at her in harsh circles as she sobbed through her lust, struggling to remain on her knees as her whole body shook.

'Whenever you play alone, 'Mione, I want to know about it. Understood?' he growled into her ear as he leant forwards over her.

'Yes!' She was wild in her need for release, and he wanted to give it to her, but he needed her answers just as much.

'I don't know how you're going to do it, but I want you to somehow get a message to me that you're needing to play. I know my smart girl can figure out a way to do that. Right?'

'Yes, yes!'

'And if I can be there, I will, but if I can't, I always want my name to be on those pretty lips when you cum. Do I make myself clear?'

'Yes, oh fuck, Ron, yes!'

'Now, cum for me,' he demanded, and sank his teeth into her shoulder. And with that she was over the edge. His hand was drenched from her and she rocked hard against him as she came. He pinched her clit and she screamed his name again, her orgasm deepened and prolonged by this.

Without hesitation, he stood from the chair and ripped his trousers and boxers down and off, kicking them aside. He bent and tugged Hermione's jeans the rest of the way off her, throwing them to join his. He flipped her over carefully and positioned himself between her legs. He knew she would still be sensitive from her recent orgasm, but she had told him a few times that she found it incredibly hot when he took her for his own need when they played like this, that it made her next orgasm much stronger. He looked down at her and took in her flushed skin, her closed eyes and her chest rising and falling rapidly.

'Look at me, 'Mione.' Her eyes flickered open, and once he was sure he had her full attention he thrust into her, all the way to the hilt. She whimpered weakly, her nails digging into the carpet beneath her as he set up a fast, hard pace. He drove into her relentlessly, until her whimpers turned to moans and then cries of ecstacy. And he suddenly remembered something else she had recently suggested they try.

He reached down and carefully wrapped a large hand around her throat, just below her jaw. Hermione's eyes locked with his again, and he saw raw lust flashing in her gaze. He applied a small amount of pressure, and her eyes rolled back into her head. He continued to fuck her with his hand at her neck, when he suddenly felt her small fingers wrap around his wrist. He started to pull away, thinking maybe he'd gone too far, but the grip tightened, holding him in place, and she whined, 'More.'

'Tell me if it's too much?' She nodded, and he tightened his grip, stopping when she squeezed his wrist. She gasped and choked as he held her, and he realised that he was finding this very fucking hot. He watched as she mouthed his name and felt her walls grasp him, another strong orgasm wracking her small body. He released her throat, and the sound of her gulping in the air as she clenched around him sent him spilling into her, pounding her hard with each thick stream of cum that escaped his body. He groaned her name as he slammed his hips against her one last time, then collapsed next to her, his own chest now heaving and his muscles shaking. He moved his hand to her chest and was relieved to feel her heart racing against his palm. He waited until the spots left his vision, before rolling onto his side and pulling her against him.

'How are we, Love?'

'Ron, that was amazing. Just how I imagined.'

'Where do you even hear about these things, anyway? I never would have thought to even try something like that. I'm glad we did, mind.'

'Me too. And you know me, I like to read.' He looked down at her and she smirked at him, making him chuckle and kiss her nose before pulling her snuggly against his side.

They lay in silence for a while, and Ron had to catch himself before he drifted off. There was another part to this, something that wasn't done yet.

'So what was it today, Love?'

'Honestly?' She sounded so uncertain that he tilted her chin up with his fingertips to look into her eyes, and waited. She looked embarrassed, and rolled her eyes before continuing. 'It seems so silly now, but I overheard some girls in the office chatting about how attractive everyone in the Auror department is and ... well, your name came up.' Ron very carefully hid the masculine pride he felt at this, and continued to look at his wife attentively. She sighed. 'Everyone in the department knows we got married recently, and I know how you feel about me, but I just can't help the old insecurities, you know?'

'Oh trust me, I know,' Ron muttered, thinking back to the brief moment he'd fought off less than an hour ago. She looked at him then, and placed a small hand on either side of his face.

'That's why I needed you to take me in that way. As a reminder that they can talk all they like, but no-one will ever have you the way I do. No-one will ever see this side of you, and get to feel the way you make me feel. I love you, and I don't have to share you with anyone.'

'You shouldn't need me to take you like I do to know that, 'Mione. Don't get me wrong, I do so love to have complete control over you,' he added, nuzzling into her neck and making her giggle. He pulled away, his face suddenly serious again. 'But I mean it, no matter what we do, even if we never played like this again, nobody could ever come between us. There's no-one for me but you. I'm yours, now and forever.'

'I know, Ron,' she smiled. 'And I'm yours. But I do enjoy our play, and I'd like to do it again some time please.'

'Any time,' he chuckled, tucking her head under his chin and relaxing back as their breathing slowed and sleep approached.