WARNING – There's sexually explicit material in this chapter. If it makes you uncomfortable skip this chapter. This isn't even remotely pornographic but this is fan fic dot net and they don't go in for anything like that here so it's pretty mild compared to what I usually write.
Please, if anyone has a problem with what I've written, please contact ME before thinking about complaining. This isn't sex for cheap thrills; this is a person who was molested trying to come back to normality. Thanks
Rebuilding
The door opened and Marie Finnigan looked at her son as if she'd been expecting him for ages.
"Howiya Ma?" He said with a bowed head.
"I'm fine son. Come on in, the tea's just brewed."
"Have yeh any Hob-Nobs?"
"Now what would I be buyin' Hob-Nobs fer when there's nobody here te eat them?" Marie said as she lifted down a packet of digestives from the kitchen cupboard and set them on the table.
"Ya could get then in fer when I come visit yeh," Fergus suggested.
"This is the first time y've come visitin' me since ye left."
"Well I'm sure I'd stop by more if ye got some Hob-Nobs in." he grinned cheekily.
"I'll 'Hob' yer 'Nob' young man!" Marie said as she waggled a teaspoon at him.
Fergus snorted with laughter before lunging forward and grabbing his mother into a fierce hug. Marie clung to her son and they squeezed each other tightly.
"I'm sorry Ma!" Fergus said into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry I didn't make enough of a fuss of yeh." Marie replied, muffled into his chest.
They broke apart as quickly as they had come together. Fergus taking a deep, bracing breath, and Marie turning away to pour the tea.
"Don't be silly ya daft auld boot." He muttered as he sat down.
"Well I thought ya might like bein' treated normal after all that fuss. Ya were still a mouthy little gobshite ta me though. I'll make ye pay fer that another day."
"Haven't I suffered enough Ma?" Fergus pouted, "I've no Hob-Nobs fer Merlin's sake."
Ron led Hermione into his bedroom by the hand and closed the door behind them. Hermione was looking at him in that way of hers. He knew she was about to tell him they shouldn't be rushing into anything and raised a hand to silence her before lighting a lamp on the bedside table and then dimming it so they had just enough light to see each other.
"I'm not rushing," Ron said as he pulled his t shirt over his head and threw it to one side, "I just don't want to do this...without you." He winced, cringed and looked down at his hands as they fumbled to unbutton his jeans.
"It's okay Ron; I'd like to be involved." Hermione said as she unbuttoned her shirt and let it slid off her shoulders.
Ron eased his jeans over the curve of his arse, the only meat he really had on his scrawny body, and watched as Hermione shimmied out of her skirt.
"I don't want to think of you in the bathroom and feel it. I want to be with you when I feel it, feel the need."
"Go ahead Ron," Hermione smiled, "I want to see you when you do it."
Ron pushed down his orange undies and stepped out of them, kicking them away and gently caressing his dick as he watched her unclasp the hooks of her bra and take it off. The lamp light gave their skin a golden glow. Ron was breathing deeply and rubbing rhythmically, picking up speed and biting his bottom lip, while Hermione slid her thumbs into her knickers and pushed them down.
"I love you," Ron whispered as he braced himself the wall beside him, turning his head to keep Hermione in sight.
"I love you too," Hermione whispered back as she began touching herself, "you look so blissful like this. Don't be embarrassed, just let go."
Ron began making sounds of excitement and release at the back of his throat as he pumped his fist...
Fergus flooed into the living room and carried a big bundle with him.
"Ma?" He called out, tripping over the edge of the rug.
"I'm here Mr observant!" his mother said as she tapped him on the shoulder, "And that had better not be bleedin' washing Fergus Finnigan."
Fergus' eyes widened as he looked down at the bundle and then looked up again. He grinned, insanely.
"I didn't bring me cloths round fer ye ta wash!" He said as if his mother was an idiot, "I just brough them with me ta...keep the moths off 'em."
His Mum snorted and grabbed the bundle from his arms. She wandered through to the kitchen and dropped everything into a big steel bucket and flicked her wand at it to fill it with hot, soapy water.
"Agito!" she said and the water and clothing began swirling around slowly.
"Now if they really were clean clothes I'da been right cheesed off wi'ya Ma!" Fergus grinned cockily.
"I don't know why son," the woman said as she poured her boy a cuppa, "Ya come outta the shower with a layer of filth all over ye!"
"Mother!" Fergus said in mock horror, "I'm hurt now, I am! The only t'ing that'll make it upta me would be...maybe some Hob-Nobs."
"I told ya, I have no Hob-Nobs!"
"Still?" Fergus exclaimed, genuinely offended.
"Well I haven't had a chance ta go to the shops since ya came by." His mother explained.
Fergus pouted.
"You put that lip away young fella, I'm doin' ya washin' aren't I?"
"I'd do me own washin' if I had a Hob-Nob!"
Ron waited until he knew Harry was asleep and slipped out of bed. He tip-toed across the room and then crept downstairs to the living room.
He lit a lamp and then tried to sexily dishevel his hair without it looking as if he'd done anything to it on purpose. The fireplace blazed with green flames and Ron squealed and jumped backwards. He fell over the coffee table and onto the sofa. Hermione stepped out of the flames and giggled at the sight of him, legs sprawled across the table and cushion leaning against his head.
"Um," Ron said with an embarrassed smile, "you made me jump!"
The flames faded behind Hermione and he could see more than just her silhouette now. She was wearing a lilac dressing gown over one of Ron's tatty old Cannons t shirts; it was so long on her it looked like a mini dress.
"Wow," Ron said as he struggled to get up.
Hermione flushed in the face and grabbed one of his flailing arms by the wrist and pulled him to his feet.
"You're looking at me as if I'm wearing a sexy outfit or something!"
Ron was still gazing at her and forgot the table was behind him again, he overbalanced and Hermione pushed him down to sit on it with a laugh. Ron grinned up at her.
"You are sexy," he said as he settled his hands on her hips and pulled her towards him.
Hermione raked her fingers through his hair, stooped, and kissed his forehead.
"I really don't think we should be doing this here Ron."
His hands pushed up the hem of the orange t shirt and exposed her cotton knickers and soft tummy. He leaned forward and kissed the smooth skin around her navel.
"You want to risk Harry waking up?" he whispered.
Hermione was about to keep protesting when Ron's hands slid around and squeezed her buttocks. She sighed and moaned as Ron pulled her even closer and trailed kisses along her hip bone.
"No hurry, remember?" Hermione squeaked.
"Nice and slow," Ron said, voice low and relaxed as his thumbs hooked into her knickers and slithered them down her thighs.
He kissed her legs apart and slid both hands back up her legs. Hermione was gripping his hair and closing her eyes. Ron slipped two of his long fingers inside her and began rubbing. Hermione bent over, breasts pressing against the top of his head, and grabbed a handful of his t shirt and began pulling it up his body and over his head. The crumpled top dangled from the arm that was busy easing in and out...in and out...round in small circles back and forth.
"Oh God that's so good. God I love you. God...God...GOD!"
"Calling out another bloke's name isn't a turn on Hermione," Ron smirked before kissing her belly button and then plunging his tongue inside just as he bent and straightened his fingers inside her.
"Oh...you!" Hermione gasped, slapping him limply on his bare back and then dragging her fingers across his freckled skin, "I want you, more of you."
"Okay," Ron whispered into her wet, glistening skin, "I wanna give you everything."
Hermione drew in a tremulous breath as Ron slipped his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue. Hermione made a throaty sound of pure ecstasy and grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed herself into him.
Fergus showed up at his mother's front door, he couldn't use the floo because of the bunch of flowers he'd brought her, and knocked despite having a key. He saw the shape of her getting closer through the rippled glass of the door and straightened up. She opened the door and stared at him in shock.
"Afternoon Ma," he said with a gracious smile and a slight nod, "I've brought ye some Gladioli to thank ye fer doin' me washin'."
"So yeh have!" she said in astonishment.
"Well take em then!" Fergus said with annoyance.
His mother laughed at getting a more Fergus-like reaction from her son and took the bouquet from him. Fergus stooped down and picked up a large potted plant and held it before him.
"Another one?" she said in amazement.
"This is a dwarf rose, it won't die like the Gladdies," Fergus said primly, "and I got it teh remind ye of Gran."
The witch looked puzzled and cradled the flowers in the crook of her arm before taking the flower pot with her free hand.
"Me Ma?" She asked as she looked at the blood red buds and the tiny stems and leaves.
"Yeah," Fergus nodded, smirking slightly, "didn't ya hear me before? It's a dwarf rose!"
His mother's eyes sparkled with life and mischief and argument, all the things she loved best, and Fergus cackled.
"My Ma was not a dwarf Fergus Finnigan!"
"She was four foot seven!"
"She was ninety, people shrink!"
Fergus laughed even more.
"Oh yer lucky I have me hands full ya little bollix," she warned, breaking into chortles herself.
Fergus looked very pleased with himself and leaned over to grab something he'd hidden beside the doorframe.
"Oh Merlin on a tricycle, what've ya got now?" His mother said, eyes widening and hands full.
He heaved a huge sack of floo powder over his shoulder and nodded for her to get out of the way so he could lug it inside.
"I got ya enough of this teh gossip with yer friends all day and night without running out before ye've had a chance to nag me!"
She stepped aside, still clutching her floral tributes, and beamed at him.
"So this means yer gonna tell me ya floo address then?"
"Of course!" Fergus said as he dumped the sack in the corner of the kitchen, beside the back door, "Just throw in a handful and call for the eejits!"
The woman howled with laughter and Fergus dusted himself down, clapped his hands together, and looked around the kitchen.
"So," he said brightly, "do I get me Hob-Nobs now?"
Harry was at Ginny's place until ten and Ron and Hermione had been kissing on Ron's bed for nearly an hour, with occasional breaks for stroking and hugging, before Hermione finally made the proposition Ron had been dreading.
"I could pay you back for last night," she whispered into his mouth, lips curling up at the corners.
Ron moaned and wrapped his arms tightly around her, inhaling the scent of her mass of hair as it surrounded his face.
"You don't have to." He said, turning his head and kissing her neck.
"I want to," she said as she clutched handfuls of Ron's Chudley Canons sweatshirt and exposed more of her neck to his swollen lips.
"We don't have to take tur-turns," Ron mumbled as he pushed her flat onto his bed and ran his hands down her body, rumpling her clothes even more than he already had done, "I can make you feel good again."
Hermione grabbed him about the shoulders to keep him hovering directly above her face rather than slithering down her body as he was about to do.
"What is it?" she said worriedly, "We can stop if you need to, we can slow right down or we can stop."
Ron smiled down at her and lowered himself to kiss her lips.
"I don't need to stop, I love this," he kissed her deeper, "I love you," and deeper still.
"You stuttered Ron," Hermione said as she tenderly stroked his cheek, "you've never stuttered while we were like this with each other. Please don't push yourself; I couldn't stand it if you were making yourself do this when you didn't really want to."
Ron rolled off her and thudded down on the bed at her side. They both stared at the ceiling and Ron felt at his side for her hand. He interlaced their fingers and rested his head upon her shoulder.
"You have no idea how much I want to."
Hermione settled her head against his and sighed.
"It's okay, shhhh, don't fret about it."
"But I really want to, I want you," Ron said, squeezing her hand, "it's just...we've been at this for an hour and I can't make myself...I can't get it to...it won-"
"Have you spoken to Madam Boo about it?"
"I think she's guessed but I haven't gone into it with her. I don't want her to tell me I'm impotent because of that fucker."
"Ron you know you're not," Hermione said calmly, "you know from the bathroom you're not. I saw you the other night, I watched you."
Ron rolled over and moulded his body into her side. She curled her arm around him and stroked his hair soothingly.
"But what if you can't ever touch me like that?" he said sadly, "What if I can't ever touch you that way?"
"I love the ways you touch me, all of them, and all I want is for you to enjoy our time together like this."
Ron propped himself up on his elbow and pushed her hair back from her face.
"Maybe there's a potion I could take."
"No!" Hermione said firmly, sitting up and resting her forehead against his so their eyes were boring into each other, "I don't want a forced stimulus. I don't think that's healthy Ron. Your body, your mind, they're telling you that you're not ready and you shouldn't override that message."
"But I really do want you Hermione," he said desperately.
"You've got me Ron. You'll always have me? You had me the second I saw your dirty face and wanted to clean you up."
He snorted and she joined him in his quiet giggles.
When Harry came back they'd fallen asleep, fully clothed, their feet resting on the pillow.
Fergus stepped out of the fireplace and felt something crunch beneath his foot. He looked down and saw a circular pile of flattened crumbs ground into the carpet. He looked a few inches further along the carpet and saw another, uncrushed biscuit, then another and another, all leading out of the living room and down the hall into the kitchen.
He laughed and stooped to gather up the biscuits from the floor as he followed the trail. There were milk chocolate Hob-Nobs, caramel and hazelnut Hob-Nobs, plain chocolate Hob-Nobs, ordinary oaty Hob-Nobs and special limited edition tangy orange Hob-Nobs.
As Fergus reached the kitchen door he looked up and saw that the table was stacked high with Hob-Nobs, large and small, in the shape of Hogwarts Castle.
"Jaysis Ma, y've gone insane!" Fergus gasped to himself.
"Well ya asked for 'em," his mother said as he rose up on tip toes on the other side of the oaty construction and waved.
"How long did this take yeh?" He exclaimed in astonishment.
"It only too us a few hours," his mother shrugged.
"Us?" Fergus frowned.
Julie Painter suddenly peeped between two turrets and beamed at him while Floella Jordan shoved him in the back and forcibly sat him down at the table with a wide grin.
"Tuck in boy, we're going to floo call Molly to describe the look on your face!"
Fergus was still staring at them as if they were a bunch of strangers, lunatics, running riot in his mother's house. The three women cackled wildly before reaching into the giant sack of floo powder and throwing handfuls into the flames.
"Neither of you do things by halves do you Marie?" Julie said as she looked from Hob-Nob architecture to lifetime supply of floo powder.
"Not on yer life!" Fergus' mother said proudly as he winked at her son.
Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand down the corridor towards Madam Boo's office in silence.
As they reached her door Ron took a deep breath and looked down at Hermione apprehensively. She smiled and hugged him before rising up on her tiptoes and kissing him on the lips.
"It's going to be alright."
"It's gonna be humiliating," Ron groaned.
"It's going to be fine!" Hermione said confidently.
They hugged again and Hermione rubbed her hand up and down his back. They eased apart from each other and brushed their lips together, then pushed firmly, then parted their lips and hummed into a third kiss before Ron heaved another weary sigh and leaned back against the wall beside the boor.
"Here goes then." He said with great reluctance.
Hermione lifted his hand to her lips and kissed the back of it with a proud smile.
"I'll be right outside. You'll be okay Ron."
He forced a smile onto his face and pushed himself away from the wall, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and knocked on Madam Boo's door.