AN: So since posting the last chapter I have been idle due to several factors, my birthday, mine and my fiancé's anniversary, our engagement party, then hurting my back at work and ending up in hospital, but that's life... I have to say that I've been pretty disgusted with people's attitudes recently, I've always though of the review section on this site to be for reviewing what you have just read, not for hounding someone or for making them feel bad for having not been able to finish something and starting something else, they are my stories, I will write them when I am good and ready, if you don't like it don't read them... anyway's rant over on with the story...

Disclaimer: Any recognized characters, storylines etc.. belong to J. K. Rowling. I make no money from this, it is purely for fun

Hermione fell into the kiss with a passion she had never felt in her life. It was soft and sweet and hard and commanding all at the same time. She lost herself just long enough to feel happiness for the first time since before her wedding, then pulled away with a firm hand against Ron's chest

"We can't do this Ron, as much as I want to, we can't do this. We are both married, you and Megan may have an understanding but Draco and I do not and he is just waiting for me to make a mistake," Hermione took a few steps back.

"Hermione please, I cannot live without you anymore. I cannot stand the thought of you in that house day after day, with no protection, no support and worst of all no love because some trumped up little twat at the Ministry came up with this damned law, I need you Hermione and I will fight for you."

Hermione didn't know what to say, or what to do. She still loved Ron. She loved him as much in that moment, as she had when she kissed him in the Chamber of Secrets, during the Battle of Hogwarts. She loved him just as much as the day she had agreed to marry him. And she still loved him just as much as the day she had to say goodbye to her future with him and marry her sworn enemy.

But she knew that allowing that kiss to continue, was playing a dangerous game and she knew she had to walk away. She turned to the door, opened it and walked straight back through as quickly as she could, making her way back to the party.

Once there she settled back down next to Ginny and did her best to make it look as though nothing was wrong to the people in the room; especially as the press were in attendance and the last thing she needed was attention to the fact that 'Lady Malfoy was not at her best'.

She saw the party through, smiling when appropriate; partook in the usual small talk and went home with her husband, who as usual was thoroughly soused and barely able to apparate them back to the Manor.

...

A few more weeks went by and Hermione continued with her normal life, determined not to think about Ron or the kiss. She did her duty as Draco's wife, attending lunches and the opening of one of the businesses that Draco's money had been a part of bringing about.

She spent as much time with her baby as she could and went to bed every night with a book from the vast Manor library. She even pretended not to see the prostitute leaving Draco's room one night, all went on as usual at Malfoy Manor.

But once she put the book down and turned in her bed to go to sleep, the memory of that night, that kiss and the feelings came flooding back. She would feel Ron's lips against her own. Taste him, as his tongue entered her mouth. Feel his body against hers and each night her longing for him got worse.

Until one night two months later when she could not take it anymore.

She tossed and turned in her bed, she could feel the now familiar wetness seeping onto the lower part of her nightdress as she thought about Ron and that haunting kiss.

Every instinct in her told her that she was playing with fire, but still she climbed out of her bed, put on the clothes she had been wearing that day, used her wand to control her unruly hair and quickly made her way down to the foyer, taking every precaution not to be caught by the other residents of the Manor.

Once she made it successfully to the foyer, she used the large fireplace to floo straight to the Ministry. She knew that Ron worked late most nights and she hoped that tonight would be like the others, because what she was about to do could not be done at the Burrow.

She entered the lifts and felt it jolt and begin to descend to the second floor. The doors opened and she made her way through the lines of cubicles down to the end and straight into Ron's office.

She frantically looked around the room but couldn't see him anywhere.

The sudden confidence she had felt in her room was waning with every second she had to think about what she was doing. She turned around, ready to leave and berate herself for what she had come here to do and walked straight into Ron, who was entering his office with a wet paper towel in his hand.

"Hermione! What are you doing here? It's gone midnight!"

Hermione just stood there for a moment, debating her next move, could she really do this?

"Hermione, what..." Ron was interrupted by Hermione smashing her lips against his with her arms flung around his shoulders.

She grabbed at him, trying to get as close as she could, pulling Ron back towards his mahogany desk until she felt press against her behind.

She came back up for air just long enough to jump up onto the desk and pull Ron in between her legs. She slammed her lips against his again and ran her fingers into his hair, gripping onto him and sneaked her tongue back into his mouth.

Their tongues entwined as Ron began to run his hands up her back and then down her waist and stopped to grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the table so that he could rub himself against her.

Hermione let go of his hair, ran her hands down to the clasp at his neck and threw his work robes from his shoulders to the floor. She loosened his tie and pulled it off, and began to undo the buttons of his shirt, getting stuck because she could not stand to take her lips away from his.

After a moments fumbling she pulled her wand from her sleeve and vanished his and her clothes down to their underwear.

Ron pulled back for a moment, "Hermione are you sure about this?"

"Ronald, shut up and kiss me!"

Ron did exactly that, pushing her back against the desk as parchment scattered everywhere.

He slid his hands behind her back and unclasped her lacy black bra, throwing it to the floor.

Hermione gasped as she felt his warm calloused hands run over her breasts, stopping to play with her nipples.

She couldn't take anymore, she hadn't been touched since the day she found out she was pregnant, and every night since the ministry party had built up to this moment.

She pushed Ron back and down to the floor, as soon as he was on his back she pointed her wand at his underwear and vanished it.

She threw her wand on the desk and pulled her matching black lace french knickers down and straddled Ron.

She moved her hand between them and grabbed his pulsing cock, pumping it for just a moment before lining him up and pushing down onto him.

Ron groaned immediately, feeling how wet she was for him, how her walls clasped him as she ever so slowly pushed down.

Hermione went slow, she wanted this to last. She moved up and down ever so slightly as she took him in inch by inch until he was completely sheathed inside of her.

She threw her head back as she engulfed his whole length and mewled as she began to rock. Slowly at first, until she found a rhythm that suited her. She moved up and down a little before changing it up and swirling her hips around.

Ron gritted his teeth as he felt himself getting closer. He had dreamed about this day for years. Finally he had Hermione, he watched her bounce, beads of sweat slowly trickling down her body.

He pulled himself up and kissed between her breasts, making his way slowly from side to side so as to pay each mound attention, pulling her nipples into his mouth and suckling on them.

Hermione gripped his shoulders as she moved, digging her nails in as she found the right move for his cock to touch the spot just in the right way.

Ron's grunting and groaning turned her on more as she sped up, gripping him tighter and tighter until finally she came screaming his name.

Ron followed right after her, her walls tightening around him and the feel of her juices sliding down his cock onto his balls had him exploding, spilling his seed into her.

Hermione collapsed onto Ron as he fell back to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her as they caught their breath.

It took a few moments for either one of them to break the silence, Hermione wanted nothing to change the perfect moment she was in and Ron was so scared that it was just a dream, he didn't dare say a word.

Eventually Ron broke the silence, "So erm... did that really just happen?"

"Yes, yes it did. What can I say, having a tryst with a man other than my husband was something I thought I would never do, but here we are," Hermione said, still not moving from her spot on his chest.

"What does this mean 'Mione? Are you going to come home with me, let us protect you?"

"No Ron, I can't. Even if I could bare the thought of giving up magic, I cannot give up my son. He has been my world from the day I found out I was pregnant."

"Then what, you're just going to go back to him? Live in that hell and pretend like this never happened?!" Ron exclaimed.

"No, that's not what I'm saying," Hermione soothed.

"Then what?"

"I need you Ron. I love you. Always have, always will. And damn it I am not going to let the Ministry or Draco Malfoy take you away from me again. We just have to be very careful not to get caught."

"Hermione are you honestly suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Ron asked completely in shock.

"Yes I am. My marriage is a farce and we all know it. The only reason the press haven't made a comment about it is that my father in law pays them plenty of money to not to. So yes, I am suggesting an affair."

"But Hermione, if he catches us, he'll take the baby away and probably have you're wand snapped, are you sure about this?"

"He can't have my wand snapped, the stupid law allows for adultery as long as there has been a child, as ridiculous as that is. And I know exactly what to do if he tries to take Arcturus away."

"Oh Merlin, children! Hermione we didn't cast a charm, what if..."

Hermione put her hand over his mouth and shook her head to stop him, "contraceptive potion, I have taken it ever since the baby was born, just in case one night he got so drunk he forgot who was..."

Ron partially relaxed, although the thought of her living with that as a possibility was not something he was happy about. If Malfoy forced himself on her Ron would end him!

"So, we're really doing this?" Ron asked.

"Yes! I'm terrified of what doing this means about me and where my life has gone but I'm more terrified of what my life will become without you."

Hermione kissed him before finally climbing off the floor and casting a quick spell to clean them both up.

She undid her vanishing spell and there clothes reappeared.

Once dressed and presentable enough, Hermione embraced Ron and softly kissed him, "I'm not saying this will be easy Ron, but I know it will be worth it, I love you."

"I love you too, when can we see each other again?"

"Draco and his father are going out of town on business this Friday. I can sneak away for the afternoon, his mother is at a charity event, trying to make the Malfoy's look better, as if that could ever happen. I'll meet you in Diagon Alley, around the corner where the street leads to Knockturn Alley. No one should see us there, two o'clock ok?"

Ron nodded and kissed her again, before watching her leave his office and make her way back through the little cubicles to the lifts at the other end of the floor.

Finally he had Hermione, however fleetingly it had to be.

AN: So there you go, Hermione gave in to her needs and gave in. What has she started...