Case Dismissed

Author's Note: Originally published on January 23, 2010

"Pffft, Hermione, your hair is in my mouth."

"Ow! You're stepping on my foot, you git!"

"Let me light my wand."

"No, Ron, someone might see."

"There's no room in here."

"You're the one who dragged me into this closet the second the case wrapped up."

"Couldn't help it. Now, turn around. I want you from behind."

She moaned and managed to turn her back to him in the cramped space, her arse massaging his clothed erection.

"Yeah, that's it."

He tightened his arms around her waist and began planting wet, heated kisses down her neck.

"Fuck, Hermione, do you know how turned on I get watching you control that courtroom? I wanted to bend you over and ravish you, right there."

"Yes, Ron, I can feel it." She reached back to unfasten his trousers.

"Bloody hell, Hermione! Be careful with the zipper."

"Stop squirming."

"Something sharp is poking me in the arse. What's in here?"

"I saw a wreath before you shut the door."

"Christmas decorations?" he asked, tasting her skin. "Shouldn't they be up already?"

"It's a new Muggle appreciation policy," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Ministry decorations are to be done without magic. We're too dependent on wands… not using our hands enough."

"Agreed," he growled, before his hands found their way into her robes—one reaching up to massage her breast, the other pushing into her knickers to rub her moist clit.

"Ohhhh," she groaned, gathering her robes around her waist.

He pulled her silky knickers down, just enough for them to hang between her thighs, and smacked her bare bottom before thrusting deep into her cunt.

"Shite, Hermione, love being inside you."

"Fuck me hard, Ron."

He eagerly pushed into her with long pleasurable strokes.

"Not in control now, are you?" he whispered, his fingers finding her clit once again.

"No," she whimpered. "Please make me come, Auror Weasley."

"My pleasure, Madam Weasley."

His fingers were a blur as he pounded into her.

"RON!" she screamed as she came around his slick cock.

He let out a shout, muffled by her hair, and pumped his hot load into his wife.

He nuzzled her ear. "That was intense."

"Let's go home."

"Anxious for more?"

"Yes, love. The children will be home for Christmas break tomorrow."

"What are we waiting for?"

After straightening up, Ron reached for the door handle—just as it swung open and a woman's voice rang out.

"I think the last of the decorations... so nice to see you, Madam and Auror Weasley. Good shag?"

Hermione sputtered. "We... Ron... just discussing–"

She held up a hand. "Save it, Hermione. Judging by the blush on your face and Ron's grin, I'd say it was."

The pink colouring in Hermione's cheeks deepened. "Come on, Ron."

As they turned to walk away, Parvati couldn't help but whisper under her breath. "Forty years old and still shagging like randy teenagers. Will those two ever stop?"

"No bloody way," Ron exclaimed, before pinching his wife's bum.

"Ron!"