A/N: Nothing you recognize is in any way mine. Nor shall it ever be.

All my continued thanks to Slytherin-Lycan; LadyBookworn80; and StaticEcho19 for their reviews and to everyone who has decided to give a new story a chance.

Okay, please please don't kill me! I swear Ron WILL get what is coming to him, when he least expects it, and it will be oh so just, and so wonderfully satisfying. But alas, it won't happen for some time. Next chapter will have Hermione waking up, so there's something to look forward to! Thanks for all the reviews and support!

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-me

Verity paced back and forth across the floor in the little room. The muggle hotel she and Ron had been using to meet for the last two years was clean and modern, much like her flat, so she didn't feel like she was always having to run around to see her lover. Over the years she had transfigured some of her things to look more like the décor of the hotel, she found she was quite fond of the simple blue and brown color scheme it was quite soothing, especially after a day working with George. She loved George, he was such a sweet guy, but he looked so much like Fred it hurt sometimes. She knew Fred had never really loved her, not the way she loved him, but it had been so much fun while it lasted. She had tried once, after the war, to seduce George, it hadn't been much work with Fred, and she hadn't been expecting to be shot down so quickly by his twin. She would have taken it harder, but then Ron started helping out at the shop.

Verity and Ron just seemed to click into place. Where George never wanted to talk about anything, Ron had been willing to listen to Verity talk about Fred, and what they had shared. After a while they had started going out for drinks after work, and for a minute there, Ron was an excellent wing-man. He had a way of picking out which guy would make Verity forget it all, and which ones would be looking for more than she was willing to give. One night two years ago, not long after Ron had gotten married to the shrew, as Verity referred to her, they had been out drinking and not a single decent guy was in sight. Their game of 'never send Vy, which is what Ron had taken to calling Verity, home alone' was not going well. So when it was getting time to pay the tab and head out Verity took her chance.

"You know Ron, if you want to keep your perfect score and find a man for me every time we do this, I suppose it will have to be you tonight then huh?" She squeezed her arms around her chest, making her already heaving breasts jiggle in his face.

"I suppose I just might Vy, cant have you cold tonight can I?" Ron wasn't sure why he did it, other than the fact that her curves were made to be touched and 'Mione hardly ever let him near her. She was always so cold and distant. He knew she was still trying to deal with whatever had happened during the war, but how could he help when she never told him what happened? Hermionerefused to let him touch her, and he was lonely, and Verity looked like a little treat Ron just couldn't refuse. "So? Your place then Vy?"

"Wont the shrew miss you?" She tried not to sound so bitter, but it was probably a failed attempt, considering she had called his wife the shrew again.

"I'll just send her a 'patronus', let her know I'm on a case, staking out a sex ring. Lots of dark seedy characters, doing dirty things. She won't wait up, she never does." So they left together, only she hadn't taken him to her place, she had taken him to the hotel. She had too many secrets to hide in her flat.

Finally after what seemed like hours waiting Verity heard the door click open. "Oh thank Merlin Ron! You got my message."

"What's wrong baby, couldn't wait to see me, I thought we agreed to meet up tomorrow?" he said as he toed off his boots.

"Ron, baby, where have you been? The Aurors are out there looking all over the place for you. They came by the shop and asked me about us, asked me if I was the reason you tried to kill your little wife. Ron, what the hell did you do?" Verity had stopped pacing and had slunk down to the edge of the bed and was biting her nails down to little bloody stubs.

"Bloody fuckin' hell Vy! Shit! She was fine when I left her really, a mess yeah, but she was alive, she was fine, I just kicked her around a little." He sounded less than convinced and started an imitation of Verity's earlier pacing.

"Ron, they told me she may die, that, that the. Ron, the baby's dead." She knew it was the baby that had been holding him to his wife, he wanted to be a daddy, and she had done so much to give him that. She may be a shrew, and a prude, but she had tried so hard to give him the thing he wanted most, and he killed it.

Ron raged, he started grabbing things and throwing them at the walls, three vases, a telephone, and a chair had all ended up being thrown across the room. The chair made a satisfying sound as hit the TV on the dresser and both crashed to the floor. He sank to the floor and started to punch at the carpeting, trying to get all the anger out, and didn't notice the tears that were streaming down his face. "My baby, my sweet little baby. My baby. My baby." He just kept repeating it to himself over and over again until he felt Verity come from behind him to wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head against his shoulder blade.

"Baby, listen to me. We will get through this okay. Right now they have no proof it was you, and if they find some we can run okay. The States maybe. Baby look at me, it will be okay." Ron turned his head a bit to look at her and saw so much love in her face, that's all he had ever wanted from his wife, but she never looked at him like that. "Ron, I saw a healer yesterday. I was going to tell you tomorrow anyhow, but now. Ron, it isn't all lost, you can still be a Daddy Ron."

He spun around so fast she fell back on her bum. "You mean, are you, you're?"

"Pregnant." She beamed at him "Twins Ron! We are having Twins!"

Ron quickly forgot his battered wife and dead child in all his glee over the news of his lover's pregnancy. "How far along, boys, girls? Well? Tell me everything Vy. Everything!"

"Well, I am about eight weeks along now. The healer said it was still too early to see if it was boys or girls, or one of each, but I wanted you to be there for that anyhow. They are healthy though, and I am healthy. I am far enough along that the risks are highly minimized she said. I am just going to be huge Ron, can you believe it! Twins! I am so excited, so happy. Please tell me you are happy Ron? I know you love me, please, tell me you won't leave anymore?" She had moved to situate herself in his lap on the floor against the bed, and was slowly working her hands under his shirt.

"I'm not going any place Vy. I like the sound of the States though. Where were you thinking? Big city? Little town? You name it love, it's yours. You have no idea how happy you have made me. I have all the galleons we could need to get started over, we could go in the morning. Stop by your place, get what we need, and be out of here. Keep it muggle; take an areo-plane thing. You can handle that right love?"

"Oh, yes Ron, yes!" She peppered his face with kisses and stared to take his shirt off. "Lets do it baby, lets just go. Forget my things, I don't need anything. You are all I need; we can have a fresh start! Yes! Oh I love you so so much baby, make love to me." She slid back off his lap and arched her chest up towards his face, tilting her neck to the side to give him access to her throat.

The next morning Raymond and Valerie Wheaton boarded British Airways flight 216 bound for New York. "Ron, I mean, Ray, I am so excited! Do you think we can hang out in New York for a few days before we move to San Francisco? It would be so nice to see the Big Apple; it can be like our little honeymoon. We can be newly weds off on an adventure, what do you think?" She slid her hand into his lap and flashed him a toothy grin while she squeezed his bulge.

He tried to keep from groaning too loud, the flight was full and he didn't want to draw any more attention to themselves. "Yeah love, just like that. What ever you want sweet thing, you want to go look at the big green lady then we will. Just don't stop that." He bucked his hips into her hand a bit as she increased the pressure.

"Thank you baby. I just know we will have a good time." She worked the zip on his jeans down and slid her hand inside his pants, happy she had convinced him that wearing briefs was a waste of laundry, and wrapped her hand around his length. She loved the power she felt when she was with Ron. She knew that his wife never pleased him. The cold fish. It wasn't long before Ron was spent in her hand, and she discreetly waived her wand by her side to clean the mess.

"I'd return the favor love, but we both know you can't keep from screaming. Lets take a kip and before you know it we will be State-side." He wiggled a bit in his seat and leaned his head back and was asleep in no time.

Ron awoke to gentle kisses on his neck and despite the cramps in his legs, and the stiffness that seemed to permeate his whole body he thought kisses like that would be a great way to wake up every morning. "R- Ray, look, we are almost there, isn't it amazing? Look at all those lights." She pointed out the window to the city below, all lit up at night, he had never seen anything like it, it was amazing to see.

"Beautiful like you love. Cant wait to explore."

The pair really didn't have much in the way of luggage, and a swift 'confundus' got them quickly through customs and out into the brisk cool night air of New York. They had made sure to get some Galleons traded for Pounds, and then again for dollars, and so were equipped with a very large wad of American money as they made there way out of the airport.

"Ron, we need to hail a cab, one of the yellow cars." She told him, as she stepped out to the curb like she saw others doing and before they knew it they were piling into the back of a yellow cab.

"Where you headed?" the cabbie called back.

"A nice hotel, only the best for my girl here. Honeymoon and all." Ron told him "Money's no option mate, and you keep your eyes plastered forward and I'll throw in a little extra for you. No rush you get my drift?"

The cabbie just laughed, he had seen it all before. He slit the partition window closed and let the foreign newlyweds have their privacy, a good tip was well worth it, and if his eyes happened to graze over the supple body of the chick in the back seat, well, who would know.

"I think I owe you a little reciprocation love." Ron told his love as he slid back in the seat and leaned his head down and under the skirt of her dress. He loved that Verity never wore pants, panties either for that matter; she was always ready for him, always. Hermione was always covered with so many layers she may as well have slapped on a chastity belt.

Verity's moans soon filled the cab as Ron worked his mouth over her bringing her to screaming completion, as promised. "So good love. Love you so much." He sat up and wiped his mouth on the hem of her dress.

"Hey!"

"Sorry love, but that's the least of your problems there, just cast a 'scourgify' you'll be fine love. Merlin, I wished I had never married that bitch. I was already falling for you, I was so stupid. Say you forgive me love; say you'll be my girl always?"

"Always baby. Always. You saved me, I was so sad after Fred died; you made me happier than I have ever been. And now baby, now we are going to have little babies. It is going to be so wonderful. We can buy a flat on the ocean, and take our kids sailing, once we learn how that is. I can find a shop to work in, maybe even a muggle boutique, and you could be a muggle cop, ooh that would be wonderful. Do you know what a good cop you would make baby, a little wave of your wand and they would never know what hit them. You already know how to falsify all the documents we would need, we could just 'confund' a few more people and you would be working your way up the police force in no time. No one would find us love. We can start over, get married. It can be so good baby. I will make you so happy." She was giddy with excitement over her idea.

"I love it Vy. You're a bloody genius you know. I mean, breaking the statute of secrecy, but maybe if I just forge the right documents, I can fill in the blanks without having to do magic on muggles any more than is strictly necessary. Easier to avoid detection that way. Bloody brilliant you are!" Ron was grinning big with all his big plans in his head. He hadn't even taken time to think about the baby he lost, or his family that he was abandoning. He was already picturing heading the police force and medals for service and awards for greatness, or whatever they gave muggle cops in the States. No matter, he was gonna make a new start with a woman who wasn't afraid to live a little. Life was looking up for Ronald Weasley, or Raymond Wheaton as it were.