LEMON WARNING IN THIS CHAPTER

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Hermione peaked her head out of the en-suite loo. The lights in the bedroom were off, except for the lamp on Ron's nightstand. He was sitting up in bed engrossed in a magazine. She stepped further out and cleared her throat to get his attention. Ron looked up and dropped the magazine to the floor.

She was wearing a tight black lace camisole with matching knickers and a shade of red lipstick he'd never seen on her before. Ron slowly swung his legs to the floor as she approached him.

"Bloody hell…When did you buy this?" he asked her. He ran his hands up her body, feeling the lace against his callused fingers.

"You're not the only one who makes plans, Mr. Weasley." She said, pushing him gently onto his back. She straddled him as she crawled up on the bed and teased his mouth with her lips. Ron slid his hands up Hermione's thighs to her waist. When she finally pushed her lips onto his he pulled her down on top of him and rolled over.

"Mione, I've been thinking about what Harry and Ginny said before…in the kitchen." He said.

She ran her hands through her hair and sighed. This wasn't the effect she was hoping the lingerie would have.

"What?"

"You know, about another baby." He stroked her cheek with his fingers. "If that's something you still want…I mean…we can try again if you want to."

She smiled at him. "Ron, we tried. It didn't happen. It was upsetting but I'm very happy with our family the way it is."

He kissed her, "It might still happen…we'll need lots of practice."

They hadn't told anyone about their failed attempts for a third child. None of the Healers they spoke to could explain it. They were young and healthy; Hermione got pregnant with Rose within the first year of their marriage and conceived Hugo after only two months of trying. She never dreamed the one thing she would completely fail at would be something she couldn't fix with magic.

"If it's meant to be, it will be." She said and pulled his mouth to hers.

They kissed passionately and Ron cupped her breast over the camisole. She reached up under his shirt and scraped her short nails gently down his back. He slowly moved his hand down into her knickers. She lifted her hips off the mattress and moaned into his mouth. As he teased her she rocked her body against his fingers. She shifted up further and further on the bed until her head hung over the opposite side. She pushed her hands against the wall for support.

She didn't look up when Ron stopped. She kept her hands flat on the wall and panted. Ron pulled her knickers off and positioned himself between her legs, pushing the camisole up above her navel. He gently kissed her inner thigh, working his way up. When his tongue made contact Hermione moaned a little too loudly but Ron didn't stop. He pushed her thighs down on the bed and buried his tongue between her folds. She rocked her hips against his mouth and tried not to moan too loudly, her wand was too far from her reach to cast a silencing charm on the door and she sure as hell wasn't going to stop Ron to do it.

He couldn't get enough of her. Nearly 15 years together and she was still the only woman he thought about, the only one he wanted. He knew her body as well as he knew anything. He could make her come any time he wanted to. He knew exactly what to do but he always made it last as long as he could. He enjoyed how she tasted, enjoyed feeling her rock her hips and the soft rhythmic moans coming from her.

He opened his eyes and watched her body undulate; one hand on the wall and the other gripping her breast. He pushed two fingers into her and felt her clench up on them. Her moaning got deeper and he felt her getting wetter by the second. Pumping his fingers in and out he hummed against her clit. The vibration from his lips sent her over the edge after a minute.

When she started coming, he stopped licking her and lifted his head. He kept his fingers moving and watched as her stomach muscles contracted and a wave hit her, lifting her shoulders off the bed. He saw her mouth open wide as her moans came. She squeezed her thighs shut and pushed away from his fingers, curling into a ball and shaking.

He licked his lips and yanked his shirt up over his head. She rolled to her back and eyed him standing over her.

"Please…" she whimpered, reaching a hand out to him.

He yanked his pyjamas down and stroked his cock with his hand while she watched. She licked her lips, her red lipstick was smudged and her forehead was glistening with sweat but she looked so sexy; he needed her.

Ron walked around to the other side of the bed where Hermione pushed herself up on her pillow. He climbed up on top of her and she spread her legs.

"I love you, Mione…" He kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth while he entered her. Her nails dug into his shoulders and he felt her hips meet his. She kissed every bit of his skin that she could reach. Ron lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked on it, leaving wet marks. Her breathy moans echoed in his ear.

It happened so fast, they didn't know what was going on until it was over.

"That wasn't it, Jamie. Keep quiet, maybe they're in the bedroom. Keep quiet!" Fred said pushing the door open. He was looking over his shoulder while he spoke to his younger cousins, but when Louis and James started hollering, Fred looked too.

Hermione screamed and Ron almost fell off the bed.

"Fucking shit! Get OUT!" Ron yelled trying to cover himself and Hermione. The three boys stood frozen in the doorway. Hermione pulled the bedsheet over her head, Ron used her pillow to cover his privates as he rushed over and shut the door.

He was panting and held himself upright by wedging his back against the door. He heard Ginny and Harry in the hallway.

"This cannot possibly be real! Louis and Fred we are Flooing your parents right this second!" Ginny was yelling.

"James, what the hell! Get your backside down those stairs this second." Harry said sternly.

Ron softly banged the back of his head against the door when he heard the younger children's voices in the hallway. He covered his red face with his hands.

"Mummy? What's going on?" Albus said.

"Is it the clown?!" Rose cried with alarm.

"Daaaddy!?" Hugo called.

Exhaling deeply, Ron stomped across to the bed and pulled on his pyjama bottoms. Hermione was still hiding under the covers.

"Mione?" He pulled the sheets back.

"I do not want to go out there." She said.

"Muuuummy!" Rose called.

Hermione moaned and got up off the bed. Ron handed her a robe and she went into a drawer for pyjamas. They heard Harry knocking.

"Guys? I'm really sorry." He said. Ron opened the door and shared a very awkward silence with him.

"How bad?" Harry finally said. Ron glared at him just for asking. "Hey, one of them is my kid – trust me I'm going to handle it."

"Don't send the boys home." Hermione said. Harry and Ron looked at her incredulously. "Well, do you want to explain what they saw? I bloody well don't!"

"Fuck. I don't know how to tell my brothers that." Ron said, realizing.

"Ron, what is that?" Harry suddenly said with concern. He touched a red mark on Ron's shoulder and it rubbed off on his thumb.

Ron blushed all over, effectively hiding most of the additional red marks. Harry looked from his thumb to Hermione's smeared lipstick and closed his eyes. He sighed, embarrassed.

"Right. Fuck. Sorry." He said wiping his hand on his pyjamas.

"Mummy?"

Harry turned and saw Rose in the hall, just outside her room.

"Everything's fine, Rosie." Harry said, soothingly.

Ginny was in Hugo's room, getting him and Lily settled back into bed.

"Be right there, Rose." Hermione called. She tried to cool her cheeks down with her hands before she went to Rose's room.

"Hermione – erm…" Harry gestured to his t-shirt and Hermione looked down. Her robe was partially open, her black lingerie exposed. Ron groaned and glared at Harry, who averted his eyes.

Fred, James and Louis sat upright next to each other in the tent Ron had set up for them. They hadn't spoken much since they walked into the master bedroom.

"What were they doing?" James whispered.

Neither Fred nor Louis knew what it was called, but they knew they shouldn't have seen it.

They heard the footsteps descending the stairs and individually accepted their fates. Harry and Ron (who by then was wearing a shirt to cover the lipstick stains on his chest and shoulders) looked serious and very angry as they crossed over to them.

Harry spoke first.

"What the devil where you three doing in your Aunt and Uncle's bedroom?"

Ron crossed his arms over his chest, finding it difficult to look at his nephews. The boys couldn't look at him, either and none of them answered Harry.

"Come on, then. Out with it." Ron said, trying not to yell.

"Chocolate Frogs. We were looking for Uncle Ron's lifetime supply." Fred sighed. Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Are you joking?" Harry asked. The boys shook their heads.

"Well you certainly found more than you bargained for, didn't you?" Ron said.

"Rosie?" Hermione entered Rose's room to find her daughter sitting up in bed, clutching her stuffed animal. Albus was sitting up next to her, dozing.

"Mummy, why did you scream?" Rose asked with fear in her eyes. Hermione made every effort to never lie to her children but this was one time she just could not tell the truth.

"I had a bad dream, darling." She said patting Rose's hair. "Come on you two, lay down." The children scooted down under the sheets.

"Do you want Jackie-dog?" Rose offered the toy to Hermione.

"No, baby girl. You keep him. Mummy has Daddy with her, remember?" Hermione smiled.

"Aunt Hermione?" Albus said.

"Yes?"

"Let my Daddy tell you a bedtime story. You won't have a bad dream again."

She smiled and kissed them both on the foreheads.

"Go back to sleep, everything is ok." She said quietly.

Hermione pulled the door shut just as Ginny was leaving Hugo's room.

"I don't know what to say. I am so, so sorry." Ginny said, avoiding Hermione's eyes.

"I don't know if there's much of anything to say, Gin." Hermione said. She felt the belt of her robe start to loosen. Sighing, she untied it, closed her robe again and tightened the belt.

"Cute camisole." Ginny said, giggling. Hermione found herself smirking and it turned into a chuckle.

"Thanks."

"Ron likes black. Harry prefers me in pink." Ginny said. Hermione looked up and Ginny lifted the hem of the long t-shirt she was wearing. Hermione saw traces of a pink satin nightie and the girls shared a laugh.

"It was going to be us or you getting walked in on." Ginny joked. "I can't believe how pervy boys are. I'm so embarrassed. I'm so sorry!"

Hermione hugged her and they headed down the stairs. They found Ron and Harry sitting on the floor with the boys.

"How many times have you been told not to snoop?" Ginny said sternly. All of them (Ron and Harry included) jumped at the sound of her voice. "How many times, James? Fred, Louis - I don't even know what to do with you!" She continued.

"We're sorry." Louis said, looking down.

"It was my idea to look for the Chocolate Frogs." Fred admitted.

"Never a doubt in my mind." Harry said.

"Chocolate Frogs? Oh holy mother of Merlin – really?" Ginny yelped.

"We're not going to tell your parents tonight, boys." Hermione told Fred and Louis. "But Uncle Ron is going to talk to your fathers tomorrow. Stay down here. Go to sleep."

"Jamie, I believe you have something to say to your Aunt and Uncle." Harry said.

James stood and sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Alright. Let's go back to bed. I don't want to see you three until the morning, understood?" Ron said, standing. The boys nodded at him and got settled back on the floor.

Harry, Ginny and Hermione started up the stairs and Ron was walking out of the living room.

"Uncle Ron?" Fred said. Ron turned and saw his nephew standing right behind him. He bent down to be face to face with him.

"Yeah, Freddy?"

"I don't know why you and Aunt Hermione were wrestling, but I think you were winning." He said.

Ron's eyes widened. He thought he saw the glimmer of a joke in Fred's eye but he couldn't let himself laugh.

"Never mind what you saw – that's, erm – adult stuff. Go to bed or I'll Floo your dad." Ron said, he couldn't resist giving him a wink.

Hermione was curled up in bed when he got back upstairs. He closed the door behind him and sighed heavily.

"That was interesting." He said as he pulled his shirt off.

"I don't even want to talk about it." She said without looking up.

"Fred thought we were wrestling."

Hermione lifted herself up on one elbow and looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"He said I was winning." Ron grinned.