Enveloped
Author's Note: Originally published on March 4, 2010
As Hermione sat huddled in the corner of their sofa, she couldn't help but peek over the top of her book at her handsome fiancé, who was fiddling with the wireless on their mantle—a look of anticipation on his face. She smiled, thinking about their upcoming spring wedding, still unable to believe that the rude and clueless boy on the train had grown into the man she loved.
She stretched her legs out, her eyes never leaving his backside, before placing her book down. Wiggling her cold bare toes, she had the urge to bask in his surrounding warmth.
"Rooooooonnn, I'm freeeezing."
"Light a fire, love." he responded, a sharp chirp of static distracting him from the sudden scowl on her face.
Still a bit clueless, Hermione thought as she waved her wand at the fireplace. "I'd much rather be wrapped up in something."
She watched as his fingers sought out the neatly folded red fleece blanket on the chair beside him. She'd only had the blanket for a few days, a Christmas gift from Ron's mum, but she'd quickly formed an attachment to it.
Mrs. Weasley had privately explained that she'd had a similar one when she was pregnant with Ron. The two shared a secret smile, imagining Hermione using it for the same purpose in the future. She chuckled when her future mother-in-law revealed that the red colour served as inspiration for Ron's maroon Christmas jumpers.
She was startled out of her reverie when her vision suddenly went black, just as the distinct sounds of a Quidditch match erupted from across the room. In his excitement, Ron had simply tossed the blanket in her direction, unaware of its landing spot right upon her head.
Still a bit rude, too.
She sighed, but her need for closeness was still far stronger than her growing frustration.
"Ron," she said, her muffled voice drowned out by the blaring wireless. She knew he would be staring intently at the device, utterly focused on the announcer.
"Ron!" she exclaimed, much louder this time. A few seconds later she heard his familiar laugh as he approached.
The blanket was gently pulled away, revealing his amused face. She glared, while having a great deal of difficulty hiding her own grin.
"All right, Hermione?" he asked, before beginning to drape the soft material along her body. As he reached the end of the sofa, he threw her a cheeky wink and ran the tips of his fingers along the bottom of her feet.
"Oh, Ron! Stop! Please!" Hermione squealed, giggling as he exploited her most ticklish spot.
He paused momentarily. "Yeah, and what'll you do if I stop?"
Now flushed, she raised a finger and motioned him forward. As he leaned towards her, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down on top of her, enveloped by his heat as they passionately snogged. As their lips parted, her hand inched down and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"I think you'll like what I have in mind."