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Finding the Kink	By : dade Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Finding the Kink
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Hermione Granger was many things. Sensual was not one of them. She had to do something, but was unsure of what to do. She had noticed a lack of sex in her sex life. The problem was she was always tired, and if she wasn’t tired then Ron was. Being the well-read witch that she was, she knew that this could be the beginning of the end of her marriage. According to Witch Weekly, over twenty-five percent of divorced couples said their number one problem was lack of intimacy. Hermione did not fail, so she had resolved to fix this problem. That was where the trouble began. Hermione wasn’t comfortable with her sexuality and therefore she was unsure of how to spice things up. She called on the only people she knew who could help; Ginny and Lavender. They were always talking about their latest sexual adventures; surely they could help Hermione as well.

“Don’t laugh, this is not funny,” Hermione said.

“Sure it is,” Ginny replied. “You reading Witch Weekly is hilarious. I remember how you used to throw my copy away every month telling me it was nothing but rubbish.”

“Well, that was years ago. Besides they printed all of that nonsense about Harry and his equipment,” Hermione said defensively.

“Actually, most of that was not nonsense,” Ginny replied. “They were quite correct in his measurements, let me tell you.

Hermione and Lavender both took a couple of seconds to compose themselves. “You mean, he really is, well erm, that large?” Lavender questioned.

“He sure is,” Ginny said proudly.

“I can’t believe that bitch, Cho, sold that story to magazines. I thought it was a rumor that she made thousands of galleons on that story,” Hermione said.

“So, anyways, now that we know Ginny is a very happy girl, let’s get back to your problem, Hermione,” Lavender said. “As I see, it you need something rather exotic.”

“What do you mean by exotic?” Hermione asked.

“You know, something very out of the ordinary,” Ginny said.

“Oh, I have just the plan!” Lavender said. “This will be bloody brilliant,” she declared.

Hermione was possibly more nervous than the she was on the day of the final battle. She had spent the previous evening double checking on the arrangements that Ginny and Lavender had helped her plan. All she needed now was for Ron to leave for work.

Finally he left, she thought. Waiting ten minutes for him to arrive at work, she set her plan into motion. She sat down and quickly scribbled a note to her husband and sent it with their owl.

Ron-

I know you are extremely busy but I need you to run to Madame Malkin’s for me on your lunch break.

Love, Hermione

She read over the note and laughed. She could only imagine Ron’s expression when he arrived.

“Mr. Weasley, what a pleasure to see you. If you step this way we can get started.” Madame Malkin said.

“I’m just supposed to pick up a package for my wife,” he said.

“Yes, I know. Please follow me.” They walked into a room that Ron was sure he had never seen before. Madame Malkin showed him to a display that contained three barely there pieces of lingerie.

“You just need to pick out one of these, Mr. Weasley. When you’re done I’ll wrap it.”

Ron looked over the items and grew increasingly embarrassed.. He finally decided on a very revealing black number and took it to the shop owner.

“Thank you Mr. Weasley. I’ll send this right away,” she said.

“I don’t need to take it with me?” Ron questioned.

“No, I have the floo number of where to send it to,” she said.

When Ron arrived back in his office, he was still confused about his shopping experience. He quickly forgot as he got back to the reports that his desk was drowning in. After nearly an hour of hard work Ron, was interrupted by a post owl. He quickly read the note. He closed the office door as the note instructed. He fell out of his chair when he opened the package. He hadn’t seen pictures like this since he stole a copy of Play Witch from Bill. Seeing Hermione in that slinky black teddy quickly removed any thoughts of having a productive work day from his mind. After carefully examining all of the photos, Ron saw another note at the bottom of the package.

Ron-

Now that I have your complete attention this is what I want you to do. First, you will take the rest of the day off from work. After that, I want you to floo home and unwrap your Christmas present if you want to see the real thing and not the photos.

Love, Hermione

Ron grabbed the pictures up and dashed down to Harry’s office and asked him to explain to the boss that he had to leave on family business.

“Is something wrong?” Harry asked hiding a smirk.

“Yes, I mean no, um, I have to go,” Ron said running of the office. Harry wasn’t positive of the details, but Ginny had told him briefly of what was happening. Doing as he was told, he flooed Hermione to let her know Ron was on his way.

Ron apparated home and ran to the Christmas tree. He looked through all of the presents and found his. He opened the box to find a pair of see-through mesh boxers and another note.

Ron-

Put these boxers on under your robe, and floo to the Hotel Amsterdam. See you soon!!

Love, Hermione

Ron was a bit skeptical as he removed his clothing. Those boxers wouldn’t provide much coverage, he was sure. Biting the bullet, he pulled them on and put his robe back on and flooed to the Hotel Amsterdam. Walking into the lobby, Ron was almost positive that he was not in a normal hotel. There was no bellman around to help with luggage, nor was there anything that looked liked a check-in desk. He saw a young man standing over in a corner.

“Excuse me, sir, is this the Hotel Amsterdam?” Ron asked.

“Yes, it is,” he replied.

“I’m looking for my wife. She left me a note asking me to meet her here,” Ron replied.

“Ah, you would be Mr. Weasley. Right this way,” he said.

Ron followed the man over to a set of lifts and was told to take them to the ninth floor and go to room 910. When the lift stopped, Ron was greeted by a young woman who introduced herself as Jasmine.

“If you will follow me, sir,” she said. They stopped out of the door and Jasmine asked Ron to close his eyes. She slipped a silk blindfold over his eyes, gently tied his wrist together with a silk scarf, and opened the door to the room.

“Please step inside, sir,” she said before disappearing.

Ron stood nervously in the room, unsure of what to do and unable to see anything. After standing there for several minutes, he heard footsteps.

“Hello,” he squeaked. The only reply he received was a kiss on the cheek.

“Hermione, please take the blindfold off,” Ron begged.

“Not yet, all in good time,” Hermione whispered. She led him over to the bed and removed his robe. After taking in the sight of her husband in the mesh boxers she gently pushed him down. She took the scarf holding his wrists together and tied it to another scarf attached to the bed post. After making sure Ron wasn’t going to moving anytime soon, Hermione removed his blindfold. Ron could vividly remember the pictures of his wife but seeing her like this, in person, was a completely different matter. The boxers quickly gave away his thoughts to his beautiful wife.

“It looks like something has come up Ron,” Hermione said mischievously. “You just lay right there and we will see about getting that fixed for you.” Ron had a desperate look in his eyes as Hermione slowly pulled his boxers down paying special attention not to touch him.

“Ron, I must say, you look rather warm. We should do something about that,” Hermione said teasingly. She summoned a bucket of ice and slowly ran the ice chips down her husband’s chest. As the ice began to melt, she summoned a feather and ran it through the water, tracing it all over his body. As Ron looked on the verge of sheer ecstasy, Hermione put some ice chips in her mouth and deftly took her husband in her mouth. Never one to fail at a task, Hermione used every technique she could remember from that book.

“Hermione, I’m close,” Ron stammered.

She looked up at him, and continued to explore his manhood with her mouth. As she felt him grow harder, if that was possible, she began to stroke him at the base taking him past the point bliss.

“You’ve never done that before. Swallowed, I mean,” Ron grinned.

Hermione kneeled between Ron’s leg and began to erotically remove her ensemble.

“Ron, would you like to see me touch myself?” Hermione purred. Not waiting for an answer, she began to fondle her breast. She slowly worked her way down her chest and began to move inside herself, never taking her eyes off of her husband. Ron struggled in the bed, trying to free his hands, wanting to reach out and touch his wife. Seeing that she had reinforced the scarves with a spell, he gave up. She carefully watched him to see his reaction. After seeing that he was able to play again, she crawled up beside him and released the spell binding his arms. The next hour good only be described as raw, animalistic passion.

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