Chapter Nine: Family Business
It was Saturday morning and Ron was awake. He looked to his left to see his wife fast asleep. He looked at her and marvelled at how beautiful she was. Her hair was splayed on the pillow and her eyes were closed. To Ron, she looked angelic. So peaceful in her slumber and he often wondered what the hell he did to deserve the goddess that was Hermione. Ron loved her so much that he could never stop himself from watching her no matter what she was doing; reading, sleeping or thinking. He absolutely loved kissing her. Whether it was her lips, her neck or any part of her perfect body he felt that she deserved more from him. He worshipped her and would do whatever was necessary to make her feel loved and safe. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and then a kiss on her neck before lifting the duvet. She was still naked and he could not help but take in every detail of her body. Her perfect breasts, flat stomach, shaved pussy, and her delicious legs. Unable to stop himself Ron dived under the covers and lie between her open legs. He pressed kisses into her thighs before eating her pussy. He loved waking her like this. He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he licked, kissed and sucked on her.
'Mm, Ron,' she moaned.
Ron carried on knowing she was not quite awake yet.
'Oh, Ron, yes, there, right there, Ron,' she murmured as she started to stir.
Ron obeyed his sleepy wife's command.
'Oh, oh, that feels so good, Ron!' she moaned.
Ron could tell she was awake now and it was confirmed when she pulled the duvet off of them to reveal that he was lying there, licking her pussy.
'Oh, yes, more, please don't stop, Ron!' she moaned as she put her hands through his hair and held him in place.
'OH, GOD, YES, RON … I-I'M CUMMING … YES, YES, OH, ROOON!' she cried out as her climax wracked her body.
Ron watched as Hermione came hard. It was always an amazing sight. This incredible girl who was normally so in control of herself was just letting go and allowing herself to feel her orgasm. Her eyes closed as she experienced the wonderful pleasure he had given her.
When it was over she opened her eyes to look at him. Ron loved this look. It was a look of absolute love and adoration that she had only ever given him.
'Morning, beautiful,' he said as he lay his head on her right thigh rubbing his cheek against the soft skin whilst hugging her other leg to him.
'Morning, sweetheart,' she replied as she ran her hand through his hair.
'Love, do we have to go to the Burrow today?' he said sounding like a child trying to get out of something.
'Yes, we do, Ron. We said we would, and you said you would do it for your dad, remember?' she replied gently.
'I know, but I'd rather stay here, right here. I want to spend the day eating your delicious pussy, Hermione Weasley,' he said trying to coax her into his way of thinking.
'If it were any other day, Ron, I'd let you. You know I love it when you go down on me, your mouth on me just feels so good,' she replied.
Ron was now rubbing his hands up and down the leg he was hugging and said, 'What can I say, your pussy is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten, and you know what a big appetite I have.'
'I do, Ron,' she said, knowing that he was talking about food and sex.
'I want to stay here. I want to hold you like this for the rest of the day and go to sleep like this too,' he said closing his eyes.
'You want to spend the day between my legs, Ronald Weasley?' she asked, amused.
'Fuck, yes, Hermione. I want to hold your legs and be within reach of your pussy when I want to eat it,' he said huskily.
'Oh, Ron, that would be wonderful, but like I said, on any other day …' she said sadly because she wanted to go through with his plan of him "worshipping her" as he sometimes called it when all he wanted to do was give her oral all day.
Knowing it was useless Ron got up with a groan and went for a shower but not before giving both her thighs and her pussy a kiss before Hermione ran in after him.
After a quickie and an actual shower, they both went downstairs for breakfast once they were dressed. When they got there they found Harry reading a letter from Gringotts.
'Good morning, Harry!' said Ron and Hermione together.
'Oh, morning, you two,' he replied.
'Is everything all right, mate?' asked Ron as he helped himself to toast.
'Yeah, no problems,' he said absently.
'Are you sure?' asked Hermione gently.
'Yeah, I'm sure. Can you do me a favour?' asked Harry as he got to his feet.
'Sure,' said Ron.
'Can you tell the Dursleys to come to the study as soon as possible?' said Harry.
'No problem,' Ron replied.
Harry left the kitchen for the enormous study just off the drawing room. Once inside he sat down on the comfortable chair behind the desk and reread the letter. He sat there and thought about what was in the letter and could not help feeling a little angry.
It was ten minutes later when there was a knock on the study door.
'Enter!' called Harry.
It was Hermione. 'The Dursleys, Harry, are you ready for them?' she asked popping her head in the door.
'Yeah, thanks, Hermione,' he said kindly.
The Dursleys all walked into the room as Hermione closed the door leaving Harry alone with them.
'Take a seat,' said Harry.
All three of them sat in seats in front of him.
'I have news for you. I have decided to rebuild number four Privet Drive.'
Vernon and Petunia shared a look before Harry continued, 'I am rebuilding it because it has just come to my attention that I own it.'
The Dursleys did not speak.
'So, Vermin, Petty, can you tell me why I was made to sleep in a fucking cupboard of a house I fucking own? Also, can you tell me why none of the five hundred pounds a month stipend you have been receiving for my upkeep since I was left with you after my parent's murder, was never actually spent on me? Was it all spent on crap for Dudley that he did nothing to deserve? Is that how you could afford to buy a brand new car every year? You treated me like a fucking slave in a house I own for over a decade and for what? Because of your petty jealousy because my mum was a witch, and you were as ordinary as they come, Petty Petunia?
'What about you, Vermin? What do you have to say for yourself? You allowed Dudley to beat the crap out of me for years and did fuck all about it and in the process you turned him into a bully. You spoiled Dudley and neglected and abused me, but ended up doing the same amount of damage to both of us. Look at Dudley! Look at him! He's overweight and is a candidate for a fucking heart attack! You starved me and overfed him! You were meant to care for me as though I was your own! But you did not, you did not and I'm glad. I'm glad I'm not obese and with almost no brains! You should have pushed Dudley into working harder at school and not to bully others into doing his homework for him! Did the five hundred pounds a month help pay to send him to Smeltings? You owe me money, Vermin, a lot of fucking money! You have lived in my house for a fucking year, rent free. You moaned about the lack of newspapers and television in my house! Well, this is a wizarding house, we don't use electricity because we don't fucking need it! Muggle devices don't always work in magical homes because of the powerful enchantments around them! Enchantments like the very ones keeping you and your family safe from Voldemort and the Death Eaters! But do you say thank you? No, you moan and bitch! Well, you don't have to moan anymore!
'You can get the fuck out of my house, Vermin, Petty! I'm not going to buy you a new house. I'm not going to do anything for the two of you because you don't deserve it! So get packing and get out!
'Dudley, you are welcome to stay. Unlike your parents, you at least have changed towards me and have actually apologised for all the shit you put me through and when Privet Drive is rebuilt, I'm giving it to you. If you want to rent it out, it's up to you, it'll be yours. If you want to sell it, and buy something smaller to live in while you finish your education, that is also up to you.'
Dudley was shocked to say the least. He could not believe his parents had practically stolen from Harry. He could not believe that Harry had found it within him to forgive him for bullying him. 'Thanks, Harry, I …' said Dudley struggling to string something more profound together.
'You're welcome, Dudley,' said Harry before turning Vernon and Petunia once more and said, 'Did you hear that? Your son thanked me. Something you have both failed to do. Now, I have to go out, and you are both to be gone by the time I return.'
Harry then stood up and walked over to the door and opened it so Vernon and Petunia could leave and they did.
'Is that what I'm supposed to do now? Finish my education?' asked Dudley.
'That would be the wise course of action, Big D, and I'll help you anyway I can,' said Harry.
'Thanks, Harry,' said Dudley again.
Harry then opened the door of the study and the two cousins exited and made their way back to the kitchen to eat breakfast.
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It was almost lunchtime when the four teenagers Apparated on a hill in Ottery St Catchpole. From the vantage point, they could see the Burrow and they began to descend the hill toward the old ramshackle house that, for so many years was Ron and Ginny's home. But now, Ron believed that his home was Hermione, and Ginny believed that for her, home was Harry.
Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand as did Harry and Ginny. It was a beautiful day as the sun shone upon them as they walked. They reached the bottom of the hill and walked until they reached the back door of the Burrow and knocked.
A few minutes later, the door was opened by Mr Weasley. 'Thank you for coming, all of you,' he said kindly.
Ron stepped forward and gave his father a hug, and was followed by Ginny, before they all went inside. Inside they found Mrs Weasley in the sitting room in an armchair.
'Why don't the four of you take a seat?' said Mr Weasley.
Ron and Harry sat down on the sofa and Hermione sat on Ron's lap and Ginny sat on Harry's lap respectively. This was to show that they were presenting a united front.
'Hello, Mrs Weasley,' said Harry.
'Hello, Harry, thank you all for coming. I don't know where to start. I behaved abominably the last time we were all in a room together. I should start by apologising to you, Hermione. I treated you terribly and I'm so ashamed of myself, you have no idea. I just hope that you can forgive me in time. I had no business in raising my hand to you for defending your husband – my son,' said Mrs Weasley.
'You've finally accepted that we're married?' asked Ron harshly.
'Y-yes, I have. I've seen the video – is that the right word? – That Ted Tonks made of your special day. You looked so beautiful, Hermione, so happy. And you looked so handsome, Ronnie –'
'My name is not Ronnie. I'm not the girl you wanted instead of me,' said Ron, cutting her off harshly.
'I understand that you're still angry with me, Ron, but please don't think I never wanted you. I'm so sorry for how I spoke to you and Hermione that day. I'm sorry for raising my hand to you both, I was wrong. I know it's no excuse but I was shocked and disappointed that you had gotten married so quickly, you see it's just I've been planning your wedding for as long as I can remember, maybe since your first letter home from your first year at school. A letter, that if I remember correctly, had an entire paragraph dedicated to a bossy girl in your house called Hermione Granger. I knew then that she would be the one. Then your next letter home said that you had made friends and I was so pleased, and it was then, I think, that I started to plan your wedding in my head. But at the end of your third year, you started courting, and I started to write down a few ideas on parchment. But having seen the video, seeing how happy you both were, it was better than anything I had already planned for you. I don't expect you to forgive me today, Ron, or you, Hermione, but I hope you will at some point in the future, however long it takes, I'll wait for you to forgive me. I hurt you both so terribly, and I'm so sorry. You have all grown up so quickly and I feel as if I blinked and missed it,' said Mrs Weasley before turning to Harry and Ginny.
'Harry, for the way I spoke to you in your own home I apologise to you. I hope you know that I've considered you my seventh son for almost seven years. Ginny, I would like you to please come home. I miss you so much, dear.'
'Mrs Weasley, I forgive you for the way you spoke to me at Potter Manor, and you are welcome to visit anytime you want,' said Harry.
'Mum, I can't come home. Home for me is with Harry now. Like I said the last time, I waited the better part of a year for Harry to come back to me, and I'm not going to let anyone come between us ever again. That means no Dark wizards or even you. If you force me to choose, I will choose Harry. You've always had this idea in your head that I want to be a Healer, well I don't. I want to play Quidditch for the Holyhead Harpies, that's what I've always wanted to do. I'm going back to Hogwarts to finish school and hopefully in that time I'll get scouted. I don't want or need you controlling every aspect of my life. I don't need to be chaperoned by anyone while I'm with Harry, and before you ask, we're not sharing a room or a bed in his house. As much as I want to, Harry is adamant about waiting until I'm seventeen, not to mention, we need to get back the time we lost while he was away. I'm not a child anymore,' replied Ginny.
Truthfully Harry wanted to share his bed with Ginny, he wanted her in every way, he was not sure he could wait another two months. It sure as hell did not help that she was sitting on his lap and smelling so sweet.
'I understand what you are staying, Ginny, I was young and in love once too. I can see you and Harry were made for each other, as are Ron and Hermione, you have also shown how truly capable you are, and I trust you – both of you. Just don't forget, if you ever need me for anything, you only have to ask,' said Mrs Weasley.
Ginny was shocked and said, 'Is that it? You aren't going to make me come home?'
'No, dear, you are just as stubborn as I am and I don't want to lose you,' her mother replied.
Ginny got up and hugged her mum, closely followed by Harry, who hugged her too.
Hermione stood up and said, 'Mrs Weasley, I never meant to cause any problems between you and your family and for that I'm so sorry.'
Ron then stood up and said, 'Why the bloody hell are you apologising, Hermione? You have done absolutely nothing wrong! I might still be a long way off from forgiving mum, but you are family! You've been family to me since long before I put any of those three rings on your finger!'
Hermione felt her eyes fill with tears and said, 'Oh, Ron!' and she hugged him with everything she had. He hugged her back fiercely, holding her tight and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
'How long, Ron?' she asked curiously.
'Ever since we started going out, love,' he replied before kissing her deeply.
Mrs Weasley could not help feeling happy at seeing her two youngest so happy. Ron was married to the love of his life and his soul-mate, and Ginny was on the way toward sharing with Harry what Ron and Hermione had.
Ron and Hermione stopped kissing so Hermione could hug her mother-in-law and she hugged her back in her usual bear-hug style.
'I just want you to like me again, Mrs Weasley,' said Hermione tearfully.
'Hermione, dear, I love you, you are like my second daughter, and I'm so pleased you are a part of our family. And it's Molly, or mum – whatever you're comfortable with,' said Molly also in tears.
'Molly – for now, I think. Thank you so much, you don't know what it means to have your blessing …' said Hermione as she stepped backwards towards Ron as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
'You should have had it from the beginning, and for that, I'm so sorry …' replied Molly.
The four of them stayed for lunch before Ron and Hermione had to go to her parents for tea and to tell them what had happened.
When their day was over, Ron and Hermione climbed into their bed at Potter Manor together. Ron pulled Hermione into his arms and said, 'What do we do now?'
'What do you mean?' she replied confused.
'I mean do we talk about our plans for the next year, or do we need more time? Personally, I want more time. I want to take you on a second honeymoon – a longer and better one. Germany would be good, or Italy or anywhere you want to go. I don't care I just want it to be just us alone with nobody to worry about, or to worry about us. I love you so fucking much, Hermione,' said Ron passionately.
'Can we talk about this in the morning? I'm so tired, Ron. I'm even too tired for sex. I just want to fall asleep in your arms right now,' said Hermione drowsily.
Ron kissed her hair and said, 'Whatever you want, my love, my queen, my Goddess.'
Hermione nuzzled deeper into Ron as she draped her leg over his possessively and fell asleep, with her husband joining her shortly afterward.