After a week of end of school activities, dance recitals, and parties my children finally indulged me the past few hours by swimming in the pool so I was able to type up and edit the new chapter. I'm now realizing this is turning out to be a lot longer than I had planned. Hopefully I don't lose you guys as readers. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
It was 6:20 when Hermione walked through the door with Rose and Hugo. Ron was waiting for them. He looked at Hermione. "You're late." He then looked at Hugo in her arms and Rose clinging to her mother's leg. He came forward and knelt down in front of Rose. "Hey sweetheart. Do you remember me?"
Rose nodded her brown eyes never leaving his. "A little."
Tears were welling up in his eyes. "I've missed you so much."
"I missed you too daddy."
Ron stood up tousling her hair. He smiled at Hugo. "Hello there big guy."
Hugo turned his face into Hermione's neck. Hermione looked at Ron. "Sorry." She mouthed then out loud she said, "How about Daddy goes upstairs with us and we'll take baths and get into our pajamas? How does that sound?"
Hugo didn't respond but Rose nodded and boldly left her mother's side stepping in front of her dad. "Can I show you my room daddy?"
He smiled at her. "I would love to see your room Rosie."
She then reached out and took his hand. He followed her up the stairs never letting go of her hand.
It warmed Hermione's heart to see Rose and Ron walking upstairs together hand in hand. This was going to be hard for the children especially Hugo. He was still at an age where explaining certain things was hard.
By 7:15 the children were tucked in and asleep. Ron checked on them one last time as Hermione went to the spare bedroom. He found her there five minutes later surrounded by boxes.
"What are you doing?"
She looked up from a box she was opening. "I just thought you might need some of your old clothes. I wasn't sure what you had brought with you."
He held up his hands. "This is pretty much it."
She was pulling out shirts and pants along with robes and underwear. She was piling it all on the bed.
He was amazed. "I can't believe you kept all this stuff." He was holding up one of his old robes.
She smiled. "Everyone kept telling me it was time to clear out your things and I wasn't ready. So to shut them all up I boxed it all and stored it in here. These things had belonged to you and I couldn't let them go to some complete stranger." She opened a smaller box. This one contained his personal items like his comb, watch even his old toothbrush. She held it up. "I was really pathetic."
Then she saw buried at the bottom of the box his wand. Pulling it out she handed it to him. "I was going to save this for Hugo."
He held it in his hand twirling it between his fingers. It felt good to have his wand back. He lifted his eyes to hers. "Thanks."
She went to him then. "Give the children time. They'll come around. You're their father and there's a bond between you that can't be broken." She leaned forward and kissed him gently at first then a little more passionately.
He reluctantly pulled away. "I'm going to take a shower and change." He picked up a pair of pajama bottoms and left the room.
Hermione sighed and slowly started to organize the clothing so she could move it back into the master bedroom tomorrow. It was after nine by the time she had finished.
She entered their room to find Ron on the bed pouring over photo albums he must have found in her office. He looked up at her as she walked over.
"I hope you don't mind," he said holding up the book.
She shook her head. "Of course not." She stepped into the bathroom to change into her pajamas, wash up and brush her teeth. When she came back out Ron was crying.
Hermione rushed over to the bed and sat next to him. "Ron what's wrong?"
He shook his head. "This," he motioned to the albums, "I've missed it all. Three years of birthdays and Christmases and family gatherings. Hugo's first time on a broom. It should have been me teaching him not Harry."
She took his hand. "Believe me when I tell you that there was not a single moment that I did not wish it had been you." She took the album from him and shut it. "We'll fill new albums full of new pictures and new memories of all of us together as a family. Okay?"
He leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly. It was then that he saw a flash of gold at her neck. He reached his hand up and picked up the chain that contained his wedding band. He smiled. "I was wondering what happened to this. I thought it was lost forever."
She lifted her arms unhooking the chain and sliding the ring from it. She placed it in his outstretched hand. He slid it onto his finger and looked up at her. His eyes were still shining with tears. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
She shook her head her own eyes filling with tears now. "For what?"
He fingered the gold band twisting it around his finger. "I've been so angry since I returned."
She touched his cheek. "You have every right to be angry Ron. Three years of your life, our life, were stolen from you." She stood up and walked over to the dresser resting her hands on the top of it. "I'm angry." She started to cry. "I betrayed you and my heart aches because of it."
He got up and went to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Looking at her reflection in the mirror he said, "You may have betrayed me physically but you never betrayed me in your heart. I realize that now." He pushed her hair back kissing the side of her neck. "And that's what really matters."
She bowed her head. "It's true Ron. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. My heart was always yours." She glanced up and met his eyes in the mirror.
Without breaking eye contact he very slowly pushed his hands under her tank shirt. His fingers trailed upward over her bare skin. She was so soft. Her skin felt like silk against his hands. He reached her breasts and cupped them. His thumbs rubbed against her already harden nipples. He whispered in her ear, "Do you like that?" He pinched them lightly.
She nodded blushing slightly. She laid her head back onto his shoulder. He kissed her exposed neck as he continued to fondle her breasts. "I want you so bad right now." He rubbed his erection against her bottom.
He removed his hands from her breasts and trailed them down her stomach. He pushed them under the waistband of her cotton pajama pants and into her underwear. He slid his fingers between her thighs as he watched her in the mirror. Her lips parted she released the softest moan.
He wasn't surprised to find her wet already. That was his Hermione so straitlaced and proper on the outside and underneath a very bold and sexual woman. It was the one area of their marriage that they never had trouble with. The same passion she had for elf and goblin rights she transferred to their bedroom and Ron loved it.
He rubbed his fingers against her swollen bud just the way he knew she liked while he continued to kiss her neck. She pushed her bottom against his erection. "Ron….please?"
He turned her around and started to kiss her full on the mouth pushing his tongue in deep. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He led her to the bed kissing her the whole time. Pushing her back he grabbed his wand and placed the "Muffliato" spell on the door. He didn't want the children to hear them.
He pulled his shirt over his head throwing it on the floor. He then grabbed Hermione's pajama bottoms and tugged them off. Which left her in her panties and tank shirt. He crawled next to her on the bed kissing her deeply.
She pushed her hands through his hair tugging at it. She pulled back from his kiss looking him in the eyes she whispered, "I love you."
Hearing her say those words meant more to Ron then almost anything else. The two of them weren't the lovey-dovey types. The love was always there and it was always implied but they weren't ones to fawn over each other. When they had said it to one another in the past it always meant something deep and this time was no different.
He kissed her and then whispered, "I love you too." He decided to show her just how much.
He worked his way down her body kissing every inch of it. He reached her underwear and pulled them off. Spreading her legs he settled himself between them. Right at that moment he thought she was more beautiful than he had ever seen her. Her skin was flushed and pink, her legs were open wide for him and her hair was in usual disarray. He pushed both hands beneath her bottom lifting her up slightly and then kissed her inner thigh softly. "You are so beautiful, Hermione."
When his mouth finally reached her center she thought she would explode into a million pieces. Ron was always very good when it came to this and it had been so long since she felt him in this way.
He pushed two fingers deep inside of her as his tongue continued to tease her. After a minute the thought of Viktor Krum doing this to her entered his head. He was overcome with such an intense jealousy that it almost blinded him. He pushed his fingers in and out of her harder and faster than he had ever done before.
He felt her shudder against his mouth as a soft, "Oh God" was released from her lips. He quickly pulled his pajama bottoms and boxers off and then removing her tank top he entered her in one hard thrust. As he started to move deep inside of her he whispered, "Look at me Hermione."
She slowly turned her head and opened her eyes which were heavy with desire. He pumped harder and deeper. "Did Krum ever do that to you?"
"What?" She was confused.
"Krum. Did he ever make you come the way I just did?" He was feeling angry again.
She shook her head. "Never." She pulled him down so she could kiss him.
He continued to thrust deeply into her. Right at that moment all he wanted to do was possess her completely. Remind her to whom she belonged. He wanted to erase Krum's touch from her body. He pulled out abruptly and came onto her stomach. That was a little too close.
Hermione was shocked. He had never done that before. It was then that she realized he wasn't going to give her what she wanted, which was all of him, until he was sure she wasn't pregnant. She thought maybe he had come to his senses but she had been wrong.
He was laid back on the pillow breathing hard, his eyes shut. "Fuck," he whispered.
She reached for some tissues from the bedside table and cleaned herself off. Then getting up she grabbed her pajamas and panties and walked into their bathroom. As she washed up she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She just wanted her life and marriage back the way it use to be and she wasn't sure that was possible.
She came back into the bedroom ten minutes later. Ron was sound asleep. Undoing the "Muffliato" spell she went and checked on the children. Like their father they were sound asleep.
Once back in the bedroom she crawled under the covers and tired to sleep. She laid there for what seemed like hours before finally drifting into a fitful sleep.