"I love it" Hermione exclaimed.

"Good! Cause I'm not changing anything in here until she's at least five!"

"Oh Ron, it'll…"

"I know, I know…it'll be worth it" He pulled his heavily pregnant wife into a hug. "I still don't understand the urgency, she'll be sleeping in our room for the first while anyway."

"True but I very much doubt we'll have time or energy to redecorate once she's here. And it's lovely to put all her stuff in here rather than it taking up the spare bedroom.

"Yeah that's another thing…how comes she has so much stuff? She's not even here yet and I swear she's got more clothes than I do."

"You'll have to get used to that Daddy. Between her two grannies and hand me downs from the Weasley cousins there's just a lot of stuff. But babies need a lot of stuff Ron."

"You don't think we're going a little overboard?" He said looking around the newly completed nursery. The walls were all painted pale lilac, one had a charmed to look like a garden. The illustration included grass growing up from the skirting board, a rose bush slowly blossoming, a tree grew in the corner, its leaves splaying over the ceiling and neighbouring wall. Other wild flowers grew up the wall, bees and various insects buzzed around lazily. Hermione had even added a pair of birds nesting in the tree and one branch was home to a squirrel. Everything was alive gently swaying in a non-existent wind, calming. Ron knew it was remarkable magic, he was used to seeing magical pictures move but to make a drawing live and grow, Hermione had outdone herself. It was lovely to see magic performing so beautifully…unlike the dark magic horrors he witnessed in his day job or the mundane house work charms he was used to.

The furniture included a cot, change table, dresser, wardrobe and bookcase (because apparently you're never too young for books) all stained white wood. The dark wooden floor had a plush grey rug which matched the rocking armchair. After extensive research Hermione had high hopes of breastfeeding their baby girl and wanted to be comfortable for night feeds.

"So what if we are. We've waited so long for a baby. I want to give her the world. What's the point in working so hard if it isn't to give her everything?"

"You're so right, Love." He kissed her on the head. "Tea?"

"Yes please"

Downstairs Hermione settled at the dining table while Ron futtered making the tea.

"So what are you going to get up to tomorrow? I'm jealous you'll be off while I have to work" he teased.

"Oh I'm sure I'll find something to do with my day." Hermione tried to appear nonchalant but she'd a secret list she wanted to get to work on. Ron would flip if he knew she planned on gutting and cleaning every inch of the kitchen, reorganising their wardrobes and decluttering the study. He wanted her to rest but she was deep in nesting mode and couldn't wait to get him out of the house to stop him fussing over her. She'd get into the attic if she could fit. "I can't believe they're making me start maternity leave so early. A whole month before my due date. And I was already on reduced hours." She sighed.

"Hermione, you know as well as I do, Monica doesn't think you'll go full term. The baby has grown as far as it can in the healthy part of the womb." She smiled. Her husband really had learned a lot and matured too. He probably didn't even know what a womb was back in Hogwart's days and if it did, he'd have gone flaming red having to say the word. Obviously sitting by her side, holding her hand while she was poked and prodded had certainly taught him a thing or two.

"She said that at the 6th month mark too….but baby's still in there." She rubbed her round tummy.

"Yeah our Rosie's a fighter alright. Just like her Mummy. But look just promise me you'll relax. Read, invite your mum down, watch a movie. Just take it easy. Your only job is to keep that baby in your tummy for as long as possible. As close to your due date as possible." Ron stood behind her and reached round to rub her swollen stomach too. Even though Rose had consistently measured small at healer's assessments Hermione's bump felt comparatively large on her tiny frame.

He was right though. The last 7 or so months had been far tougher than she'd ever imagined. They'd been on such a journey to get pregnant neither of them considered how stressful it would be for her to stay pregnant. It felt like every check-up came with additional warnings from the healers. She'd been in and out of suspension 4 times as her energy and magic slowly drained with the effort of growing their baby. She'd relinquished control in work, allowing her assistants to do more while she tried to reduce her hours. Ron on the other hand worked himself to the bone when she was well so he could be with her when she wasn't. But they were finally so close to the end, to meeting their daughter. If the baby came tomorrow the healers were confident she'd survive however every day she stayed put in her mum's belly the stronger she would be.

Hermione would take it easy, they'd made it this far. Maybe only an hour of organising each morning.

…..…

By Friday Hermione was bored. It was her 5th day home alone. She was bored of everything. Her baby brain didn't let her concentrate on her usual long reading sessions and the house tasks she'd undertaken were done. No one would slip her home any work to do and she was fed up waiting around. She visited Ginny and wee James in their new house on Tuesday, her Mum visited her at Willow Cottage on Thursday but now it was Friday and she was just fed up waiting around. Ron was working really hard trying to tie up a case before being off on paternity leave. He wanted to be able to give her and Rose his full attention during his leave. He just needed to get over this hump before being off and he owed it to Harry. Hermione missed him though, she wanted him nearby.

Her hormones were also raging and she decided she couldn't wait for the weekend to get some much needed attention, the type only her husband could provide. Her whole body was oversensitive, her breasts heavy and desperate for his gentle caress. He'd slipped out of bed before she woke this morning, something that would never have been achievable pre pregnancy. She's been astounded at how extreme all her needs were, since being pregnant she wasn't just tired she was downright exhausted, not just hungry…absolutely starving, not thirsty but parched. And right now she wasn't just feeling amorous she was completely unashamedly randy.

She knew if she messaged Ron he would come home in an instant but she didn't want to panic him. So over a leisurely breakfast she considered how to lure Ron home and request his services. She didn't want to send a patronus, that would send him into a tizz, they'd agreed that's how she'd summon him if she went into labour. So she sent an owl. Sitting at her desk she pondered what wording she could use to make sure he came, but not scare him.

Ron, I need a hand with something…come home at lunch? H x

That surely sounded reasonable. She sent Pig and then went to her bedroom to get ready. Being too big to safely get into or out of the bath on her own she pulled a stool into the shower and ran the hot water. Using all her favourite muggle products she bathed herself and indulged in expensive moisturisers on her bump after.

She couldn't resist modifying a sheer silken nightdress she owned. Since finding out about the pregnancy and ancient magic working on her, she really tried not to use unnecessary magic. She had to conserve it, channel as much as she could to support the baby and keep it safe. But this she felt was worth it. She sliced the material in a straight line from below the bust. Then hemmed both sides carefully to leave material to form a curtain around her bump. In a final act she stretched the lace on the cups to take her ever growing bosom.

She could hide her stomach under a big baggy shirt but she'd found, much to her own surprise, she wasn't self-conscious about her bump…at all. Both her and Ron had wanted this for so long…her growing bump was a source of fascination, they'd spent hours cuddling it and talking to it. Excited to find it growing bigger and rounder, meaning their daughter was doing ok. And who could blame them. Ron never once complained about the changes to her body, in fact the complete opposite. He seemed to adore them.

Returning to their living room she reset the wards to the highest security setting, pulled the blinds, lit all their candles and sat settled on the sofa in the sexiest manner she could achieve. Slightly nervous but excited, she'd never attempted anything so brazen to call Ron home from work for a quickie but she so desperately needed him.

….

"Fuck Harry." Ron wandered into Harry's office and landed heavily in one of the visitors chairs.

"What now?" Harry looked up from the pile of parchment he was working through on his desk.

Ron threw a note on top of his workload. "Hermione wants me home at lunch. But Bottcher's scheduled me in on that strategy interrogation. I dunno what to do."

"Something to do with the baby?" Harry asked. The stress and anxiety of Hermione's pregnancy affecting far more than just her and Ron. Harry and all the Weasley's were on tenterhooks in case of bad news.

"Nah we agreed she'd send a patronus if there was something urgent with the baby. She's likely trying to avoid using magic…prob wants the oven cleaned again."

"Well what do you want to do? I could try and cover the strategy meeting or attempt with the oven cleaning? Although my household magic is a bit shit. I blame Molly for doing too much around our place."

"Bottcher's rescheduled this three times though. It was supposed to be a week ago but then she had that extra appointment and then that day she was puking everywhere. Nah if it's not an emergency I don't want to cancel. Bottcher's been really good to me through all of this but I don't want to push my luck."

Harry nodded along as Ron spoke, in silent agreement then checked his watch. "Right well I'll floo over at one?"

"Cheers mate. Tell her I'll try to get home on time tonight. Gotta go." He headed for the door checking his own watch.

"See ya."

….

There was a loud fast knock on the conference room door. Bottcher lowered the wards and Harry busted into the room, looking a bit breathless and extremely red faced.

"Excuse me Sir. There's an emergency, need to talk to Ron…about his wife."

Bottcher turned to Ron who was already on his feet from the second Harry arrived. "You're excused Weasley. Report the situation later." Ron practically ran out of the room, chasing Harry into his office.

"What's happened? Are they at the hospital?"

"No…no it isn't that. Fuck"

"Harry you're scaring me…are they ok? Is Hermione and the baby ok?" Ron shouted.

"Yes, yes she's fine." Ron felt the pressure subside.

"Then what the fuck is going on?"

"I don't know how to say it." Harry was doing that awkward pacing thing he did when trying to deal with something he was uncomfortable with.

"Tell me…right now!" Ron fumed. Harry stopped and stepped in front of him.

"I floo'd into Willow Cottage at 1pm…as agreed…yeah?"

"Yeah" Ron said, still completely confused.

"You…you fucking prat Ron! You said she needed some help, a bit of magical cleaning or something!" Harry was waving his arms around.

"You saw the note, I dunno what she wanted. What the fuck happened?"

"Right well…err…she didn't want that kind of help. She very specifically wanted your help."

"What…why?"

"Ron, please don't make me spell this out for you. Please please catch on quickly. She wanted your help." Harry rubbed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets.

"Harry mate, you've lost me." Ron answered honestly.

"Merlin! Ok so let me set the scene. I floo'd in…all the curtains were pulled…"

"In the middle of the day?" Ron said dumbly, Harry stared at him incredulously.

"Yes Ron…in the middle of the day. There were loads of candles lit. There was music playing. And…Hermione…wasn't errrrrr wearing much." Harry just let that sink in and watched Ron's face for the knut to drop.

"What. The. Fuck." Ron said in disbelief. "She called me home for sex?" A dreamy kind of grin spread across his face.

"Yes, yes I think she did."

Ron burst out laughing, hysterical laughter that made tears run down his cheeks.

"Fucking hell Harry…I'm so sorry. I'd no idea." Gasping for breath.

"Well that's bloody obvious."

"Oh shit was she mad."

"Yes Ron…yes she was fucking mad." Harry practically shouted at him which seemed to sober him.

"Oh Merlin. How bad are we talking? Was it a 10?" Ron and Harry had developed a kind of code for discussing their wives. Hermione ranged from level 0 - Sleeping, to 10 - Total Destruction. They'd both agreed the bird attack in 6th year was the angriest they'd ever seen their best friend to date and that only reached level 8. Hermione Granger was not a witch you wanted to mess with.

"I…I think it might be you know." Harry said weakly.

"Shite. What happened?" Ron was looking concerned the initial hysteria passing.

"Well it took me a second to work out what was going on. She sat up on the sofa and kinda screamed at me, she obviously isn't fit to jump up and run off. I tried to turn round to not look at her but got caught up in a massive blanket, she must have wandlessly summoned it and I got all tangled and fell on my ass and it was just bloody awkward."

"You made her to wandless magic?" Now Ron looked really concerned but also like her was biting back a laugh at Harry falling on his arse.

"I didn't make her do it!"

"Right" Yeah sorry."

"When I got untangled she tried to cover herself. Like I said she umm wasn't wearing much."

"Bloody hell, was she naked?"

"No…she was wearing some stuff."

"The she screamed at me to get the fuck out of her house."

"She actually said fuck?!"

"She said fuck." Harry affirmed solemnly.

"Fuck."

"You need to go home."

"She's hardly going to fancy having a go at it now Harry!"

"No you prat. She was really upset and she's done wandless, wordless magic, she needs you."

"You're right. Bloody hell. I'll catch you later."

"Yeah mate. Will you owl me? Tell her I'm really sorry."

"Not your fault mate."

….

Ron Floo'd into Willow Cottage to find the scene as Harry described. The living area dark lit up by candles, music playing, Hermione's perfume in the air.

"Hermione? Love?" He checked downstairs before heading upstairs towards the bedroom. He came across a deep purple silky piece of fabric abandoned on the landing. He tried the handle but she'd locked it. He could easily have opened it but thought this time it might be important for her to grant him access. "Please let me in Love."

"No. Go away." Came a muffled voice.

"Love, I'm so sorry I was in a meeting and Harry offered to help out with whatever you needed."

"I needed you." She sobbed back at him.

"I'm so so sorry. Please let me in." He heard the click of the spell and entered the room. Hermione was buried in the centre of their bed. Pillows all around her in a nest, the duvet covering her face but wild curls peeking out. He kicked off his shoes and hopped onto the bed beside her.

"Sooooo…" He started when she didn't say anything.

"I think I might die of embarrassment." She said muffled as her face was still buried.

"Don't be silly. No one's ever died of embarrassment. Plus, shit like this just happens sometimes."

"Does it?!" She huffed.

"Sure it does…remember the time I floo'd in on Harry and Ginny at Grimmauld place." He said gravely. "Or when Harry barged into my bedroom the night of the graduation party." He laughed. "Didn't do that again! I'm pretty sure we overheard George and Angelina in the stock room that one time and…and oh Merlin what about that time I overheard Dad calling Mum…Mollywobbles." He scrunched up his nose in disgust.

"Yeah well that's hardly the same. We were all a bit drunk and we were under the covers, he didn't see anything and we were together."

"Why not. It's all sexual stuff right? As gross as it is that others do it…it's normal for husbands and wives to want each other? Yeah?"

"Because Ron, I'm nearly 8 months pregnant, I look like a beached whale and I was dressed like a tart, in the middle of the day and now Harry knows I called you home for sex. Gods he probably thinks I do this sort of thing all the time."

"Don't be silly…I'll set him right. I'm just so bloody gutted I missed it. We need a code word to put in a note so I know next time."

"Ronald Weasley there will never ever be a next time." She threw back the covers in rage. He grinned mischievously knowing he was winning.

"Ok Love. But if you ever did…maybe ask me to bring home a set of new quills? Or something like that? Just saying." He laughed holding his hands up in mock surrender as she threw a pillow at his head.

"There will never be a next time. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to have sex again." She said miserably.

"Fuck, well that is serious." He paused pondering her dilemma and what to say next. He reached over and twirled a curl around his finger. "Were you wearing this for me?"

Hermione peeked over at Ron to see him dangling the silk negligee on one finger. Biting her lip and brows knitted together she looked almost in pain from embarrassment as she nodded slowly.

"I'd love to have seen that. Do you think you might put it on again for me?" He asked mischievously.

"I…I can't. You should go back to work."

"Don't worry about that. Harry pulled me out of the meeting and told everyone you'd had an emergency. I'll go back after."

"Oh Gods." She moaned and covered her face with her hands. "Hold on, after what?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"After I get to appreciate my gorgeous wife in this sexy nightie." He grinned at her.

"Noooo Ron." She whined. He got off the bed and stripped to his boxers then crawled under the duvet.

"Now it's just you and me and bump." He reached out and pulled his enlarged quidditch shirt up over her belly and placed his whole hand on her bump rubbing it. He leaned in and kissed her neck moving his hand down to cup her bum feeling the silk pants she'd kept on. "I thought you needed me Love?" He whispered into the crook of her neck. "I want to help."

He banished the Quidditch shirt to the floor and moved his hand to her breast. They'd gotten so big and round but he knew they were sensitive and had to be treated with care. He brought his mouth down to a hardened nipple and gave it a very gentle suck. Hermione gasped and brought a hand up to run her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, pressing him harder into her breast. "Now I'll ask you again…will you put this on for me love?" He pulled back and lifted the lingerie between them.

"Yes." Hermione nodded flushed. Every trace of embarrassment replaced with pure lust. Her body desperate for him.

"Good girl." He reorganised the pillows and sat up against them propped against the headboard. He helped his wife straddle his lap and dressed her in the sexy underwear. He'd not seen her wear anything like this since she'd started showing. Damn there had been a good few months she couldn't stand to be touched in between being sick or sleeping. It was so hot to see her in sexy underwear heavily pregnant with his child.

"You look bloody gorgeous." He looked up and down her body. Her breasts perfectly cupped by the material, he could see her hardened nipples straining against the silk. The fabric parted so show a glimpse of bump and her strained belly button. He ran his hands from her face down her shoulders, ribcage, sides of her enlarged tummy and rested on her hips.

"Really." She peeked at him from under her lashes.

"Really! You're so beautiful Hermione."

"You don't think I look like a beached whale?" She whispered, coyly fishing for compliments, knowing he'd freely give them.

"Not at all. I don't think I've ever wanted you more. There's something super sexy knowing you're growing my baby in there."

She gave a little smile and rocked experimentally on her hips. He groaned.

"You certainly seem pleased to see me." She teased, rocking again to put pressure on his hardness beneath her.

"As do you." He could feel the heat from between her legs through both sets of underwear.

"I woke up so…umm…horny."

"Oh Merlin, women, are you trying to kill me? Swap places." He placed her against the headboard and pulled her silken kickers down from her hips. Then he lifted her knees and positioned her feet on the bed bent up. He kissed her passionately and then started to work down her body. Kissing across her face to suck on her earlobe, down her neck, collarbone, chest. He paused to suck her nipple through the material teasing her by not putting his mouth directly on it the skin this time. He parted her nightdress and kissed, sucked, licked his way down the exposed skin of her bump. Once he'd licked the underside where it connected with her hip he retreated to her left knee. Kissing and nibbling up to her apex. He blew softly on her sex but resisted touching her just yet. Merlin, she looked to be positively glistening in anticipation. She groaned and fisted the sheets in frustration, raising her eyebrows in warning to him. He smiled to himself as he moved to her right knee and repeated.

This time when he reached the top of her legs he wasted no time licking from the bottom of her slit to her clit where he sucked it, hard. Her bump made it a little awkward but with careful angling and using his strong hands to tilt and support her hips he was able to get those whimpers he so desired from her. He licked, sucked and ate her, his favourite thing to do until she was screaming his name and fisting his hair. He thought he might drown in her excitement, but hey, what a way to go.

He helped her ride out her orgasm until she was spent before crawling up the bed and laying beside her watching her as she caught her breath. She slowly turned her head to look at him.

"Enjoy that Love?" He asked.

"I still need you."

"Really?" Ron was surprised, as sexually charged as she'd been, recently once was typically more than enough to exhaust her.

"Really!"

"How?"

"Lie down and let me be on top." She panted, it was really unusual for her to take control and make demands in bed. Ron kind of liked it, he could get used to it. He got on his back and helped her to manoeuvre back into a straddle position. She lowered herself onto his raging hardness and rocked slowly but grinding hard. It felt incredible and they picked up the pace but after a few minutes satisfied groans turned into a huff of disappointment. "I can't do this properly Ron, I can't move. I need more."

"No problem, Love. Let me." She moved off him and got on all fours giving her bump space. He pushed pillows either side of her to give it some gentle support before lining up behind her and thrusting in. He started off gentle at first, giving her an opportunity to change her mind or readjust.

"Harder Ron. I need more." She panted, pushing back against him.

"Bloody Hell." He thrust into her, one hand steadying her hips the other rubbing down her back, side of her bump and over her bum. After a few minutes' things were getting very urgent for him, he needed her to finish again…now. He reached around and rubbed her most sensitive spot with the free hand until he was sure she was there. They came together as she yelled his name, he pushed deeply inside her as he exploded. Finally, once he'd regained his breath he backed away and removed one of the supportive pillows to allow her to roll onto her left side where he slotted in behind her as big spoon. Ron spelled them clean before summoning the duvet over them. He snuggled into her hair and allowed himself 5 minutes of peace loving her.

"Love…are you falling asleep?" He asked.

"Mmmhmm." She mumbled.

"Ok, I gotta get back to the office. Just for a few hours to finish something off. I'll be home about 6?"

"Ok." She yawned and he got the impression she couldn't have cared any less. He smiled to himself feeling thoroughly used for sex and loving it. He snuck out of bed and dressed as quickly as possible. "Wait." She called as he reached the door.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

She struggled to sit up. "Bring me some parchment and a quill, please." He grabbed them, from the office along with a book for her to lean on. She handed him a note after a minute of scribbling. "Give this to Harry." She blushed.

Harry,

I'm so sorry.

Can we please add this to the vault of G. Trio secrets and never ever speak of it again?

If you disagree I'm afraid I will have to hurt you…Auror or not.

Love,

Hermione x

Ron laughed. "Fair enough. Now get some rest. I'll bring dinner home so don't worry about cooking. Love you so much. Bye Love, Bye Rosie." He dropped a kiss on her forehead and another on her bump before tucking her back into the bed still completely naked.

….

He Floo'd back to the Ministry and tried to look like a man who'd dealt with a medical emergency rather than shag his hot wife in the middle of the day. It was incredibly difficult. He couldn't wipe the smug grin off his face. He reached the Auror department and went straight to the conference room where he'd been talking with the team prior. He slipped inside and thankfully the meeting was finishing up.

"Ah Weasley. Wife ok?" Bottcher asked.

"Yes Sir. Apologies for going AWOL. Just pregnancy stuff. But got her sorted out." Ron realised his choice of words a moment too late. He chanced a look at Harry who looked both extremely flustered and desperate to laugh at the same time.

"Yes, yes, well you're nearly there now. I expect your head back in the game after paternity leave." Bottcher patted him on the back.

"Yes Sir. I'll be here late this evening to complete some paperwork.

"Whatever you need to do."

"Nothing else you needed from me on this strategy plan?"

"No, happy we've completed the first pass. We'll talk it over again next week. Have a good weekend everyone." With that Bottcher left the room leaving the team to pack up and straighten the place out.

Ron wasted no time in marching over to Harry and shoving Hermione's note at him. He watched his face read it over and smile.

"Agreed." Harry nodded at him.

"Wicked. Quick swig from my secret firewhisky stash? Think we could both do with it?" Ron whispered.

"Definitely."