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For You	By : drusilla Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8301 -:- 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
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Fic: For You
Author: Willow Dean (aka drusillas_rain on livejournal)
Challenge: hp_kink’s Alphabet Challenge
Kink: Nipple-play brought to you by the letter N
Other Kinks: Mild bondage; use of spells, toys and food
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,545
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: Ron and Hermione Weasley
Other Pairings: Mention of Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood
Beta: My husband, who requested a het story after making him read all my Harry/Draco slash.
Summary: After the war, Ron and Hermione Weasley helped rebuild the Wizarding World. Now it’s time to focus on themselves.

Ronald Weasley lay on his side, staring at the pale oak dresser, counting the figurines and knick-knacks. It was 3:30 am, and he wondered if he would ever be getting any sleep.

The evening had started well enough. Harry and Luna had come for a visit after being abroad for 6 months. The group regaled one another with tales of adventure and gossip, and while it was good to see them happy, Ron was glad his best friend was back. He couldn’t wait to resume their weekly Quidditch game.

The sounds started up again, and Ron shifted onto his back.

Over 10 years had passed since their rushed graduation from Hogwarts, 5 since the final battle with You-Know-Who. The rebuilding efforts were winding down, and they were finally able to begin living.

He moved around again as the noise got louder, and strained to hear his wife’s breathing.

“Are you asleep,” he whispered.

“No,” she sighed.

“How long are they going to keep at it?”

“I don’t know,” Hermione grumbled.

The couple shifted and his wife snuggled closer, making an effort to get more comfortable. They lay quietly, listening to the rhythmic thumping that came from the guest bedroom.

“They’re going to break our bed,” Ron groaned.

Hermione played with the soft hair on his chest. The copious amount of red wine the four friends consumed made her sleepy. Possibly a touch maudlin.

Ron let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s not natural.”

“What isn’t?”

“Being able to go at it 4 times in one night.”

“Maybe they’re switching?” Hermione suggested.

“What? How would that work?”

“Just go to sleep.”

He closed his eyes and tried to practice the breathing techniques Hermione had taught him. All he could think about though, was how there was no way he would be able to have sex four times in a row, not even if his life depended on it. It had been a long, tiring week, and his job at Gringotts was very demanding. He had also just turned 30 and no longer had the stamina he used to. And really, how fair was it that the saviour of the Wizarding World was also apparently the sex-god of the Wizarding World.

Hermione rolled onto her back, and stared at the enchanted ceiling, the stars twinkling at her. Mocking her, really. Her head pulsed in time with the pounding of the wall, the stars following their own melody.

She had always been in the thick of battle with Ron and Harry, taking comfort in the one who was closest. She hadn’t had time for anyone else. She loved Ron, but wondered if there was more to life than missionary sex with your first and only lover.

Sensing his wife’s tension, Ron turned towards her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she replied coldly.

“Don’t tell me that. Come on, something’s obviously bothering you.” He petted her arm in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

“They’re going at it like 18-year olds.”

“So?”

“We were never like that.”

“Thanks.” Ron rolled over onto his other side, once more facing the dresser. That was exactly the problem. They never had a chance to behave like 18 year-olds. They could never cut loose like their classmates or even Harry, because someone had to be alert. Someone had to come up with new strategies, process intelligence, research new spells. That left no time to play with whips and chains. Not that he understood the appeal, because truthfully, he was happiest when Hermione was in his arms.

There was definitely something wrong with him.

“Does it bother you that we’re not very…adventurous?”

“You mean sexually?”

“Mhmmm…”

“Well, there are lots of things we could do to spice up our sex life.”

“So you’re unhappy with our sex life?”

“You’re the one who brought it up. Look, we’ll talk about this in the morning when we’re not so tired.”

“I want to talk about this now.”

“Must you always behave like a child?” Hermione sat up in the bed and fumed. Why was she so distressed by the fact that Harry and Luna obviously enjoyed a robust sexual relationship, while theirs had dwindled down to a few times a month? It’s not that she didn’t want Ron more often; it’s just that after almost 10 years of marriage, a slowdown was bound to happen. Wasn’t it?

“I’m sorry for getting upset,” she started. “I’m just tired and a bit frustrated right now.”

“What’s going on?” he asked softly, turning to her once again.

Hermione let herself sink into her husband’s embrace. “We’re boring.”

“We’ve been boring for over 10 years,” he said.

At Hogwarts they were young, busy with school, and trying to keep Harry alive. After that, they were still young, and busy with the war and then the rebuilding effort. “We’re only 30 years old, and I can’t remember the last time we had sex with the lights on.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Don’t you dare blame me! I’ve tried suggesting things we could do, but you’ve always rejected my ideas.”

“What, like the naughty nurse takes good care of the navy officer? Or perhaps you could be the nymphomaniac nun,” he laughed good-naturedly.

“Fine,” she pouted, then smiled. “Why don’t you come up with something?”

“Maybe I will.”

“Good. Now go to sleep.”

***

Hermione Weasley flopped on the couch, still in her coat and hat. Sleep was sacrificed in favour of catching up with Harry and Luna over the weekend, and her day at work as a complete nightmare. She sighed, wondering whether Ron had taken care of dinner.

“’Mione, that you?” her husband bellowed. “Come on upstairs.”

She slowly trudged up to the second floor, picking up Crookshanks along the way, then letting him back down as they passed the guest bedroom. She continued down the hall, wondering what Ron wanted to show her.

“Oh, Ron!” Candles were floating all around their bedroom, the blinds were down and her husband was sitting on the newly-made bed, naked and aroused.

“Before you say anything, this isn’t about the other night. Well, maybe a little.”

“You don’t need to prove anything to me.”

“Please, just sit. I’ve prepared a little surprise for your,” he answered nervously. Hermione smiled at him, touched that he would go through the trouble for her. She sat next to him and he gently cupped her face. Pulling her closer he kissed her, slowly removing her clothing. He lowered her onto the bed and she spread her legs, expectantly. Instead, he pulled away.

“Ron?” she began to sit up, pouting at the lack of contact.

“Lay back. I want to try something.” He gently pushed her back onto the bed. He flicked his wand while whispering an incantation and silky bindings emerged from the bed. Hermione found herself tied up, her wrists and ankles pulled spread-eagle.

“Umm…Ron…I told you that I was happy with our…” he cut her off with a kiss then slowly pulled away, and Hermione saw that Ron’s light blue eyes had darkened with desire.

“I think you’ll enjoy this.” He muttered one more charm, and a silk scarf covered her eyes. She giggled, feeling slightly silly.

Hermione relaxed as she felt her husband’s body, his naked flesh pressing against her. He kissed her neck, licking a path down to her shoulders, breathing in the scent of vanilla and cinnamon. She whimpered as he reached her breasts, and he kissed his way first around the outer edge of one, then the other.

He nipped and licked the area between her breasts as he knelt between her legs. Still clutching his wand, he sat back and whispered another spell. Hundreds of soft feathers floated above his bound wife and he whirled them around at a leisurely pace.

Hermione could feel a gentle breeze on her naked chest after the last spell was cast, and squirmed as thousands of soft caresses moved over her. She had always longed to be touched so softly and carefully. Too afraid to ask Ron for this, she suppressed her desires in favour of what she thought her husband needed or could offer.

He was a strong man, loud and at times inelegant. But she knew that his protective embrace was the safest in the world. Hermione breathed deeply as she let the sensations wash over her breasts.

Ron smiled at the sight in front of him. His wife’s mouth was slightly open, hips slowly starting to thrust in tandem with the feathers’ movement. He licked his lips and gripped his wand tightly so as not to touch her and speed things up.

“Please,” she begged as the soft feathers teased her. “More…”

Ron vanished the feathers and conjured up a little snowstorm. Hermione moaned as the snowflakes melted against her flushed skin. Her nipples hardened, almost to the point of pain.

It was such a contrast from the butterfly kisses only moments ago. She shivered every time one would fall on her nipples, and slowly, melting, make its way down her breasts. She felt Ron lean down and lap at the rivulets of water that had collected on her skin.

He leaned back, ended the snow and accio’ed a bottle of chocolate sauce. He watched his wife as her breathing sped up, uncertainty and anticipation fuelling her desire. He positioned the bottle above her left nipple and squeezed.

Hermione felt something sticky cover her now very sensitive skin. She gasped as she felt it spread out then harden. A hot mouth quickly engulfed one breast, and she let out a loud moan of relief. Her husband’s hand kneaded her other breast, careful not to touch the nipple. She arched her back, pressing into him, encouraging him to suck harder.

Ron licked and sucked, the chocolate mingling with the taste of her skin. He flicked his tongue at her nipple and smiled as he elicited each moan. Once all of the hardened chocolate was gone, he moved to her other breast, his hand massaging and pinching the first one. Hermione’s cries grew louder as his fingers tugged with more urgency, his teeth grazing the tip.

Ron loved her breasts and could play with them for hours. They were a respectable C-cup and he marvelled at how they had increased in size since they were first married. They had lost their youthful hardness and he loved squeezing the soft flesh. He pushed her breasts together as he sucked in both nipples into his mouth and was rewarded with wails, her orgasm building as she felt her husband’s tongue.

“Oh, gods…” she cried out.

He bit down, gently at first, just enough for her to feel the different sensations of soft and sharp. He bit and sucked and tugged and pinched, revelling in bringing her over the edge, her body shuddering as her screams grew high pitched. She grasped at her bonds, struggling to free herself, to throw her husband onto the bed and fuck him within an inch of his life, to torture him the way he was torturing her. Hermione came, arching her back, pressing into him, revelling in his attention.

As her orgasm subsided, he eased off on his ministrations, until his was back to licking and caressing, his right hand palming her breast.

“Why don’t you untie my legs? I’ll get better leverage,” she murmured.

“Why would I do that?” he said playfully. “We’re no where near done.”

He leisurely nipped at the tip, smiling as he heard her breath catch.

“Ron,” she mewled. “Sweetie, please fuck me…”

He moved away from her and reached over to the bedside table.

“I hope you like this,” he whispered as he pulled on her breasts again. He unscrewed two small devices and placed the rubber-coated clips on each, tightening them around the hard.

“Ron, what’s going on?” her voice was slightly panicked.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of, course, I just…”

“Need to be in control?” he said, placing a finger on her lips. “Enjoy this. You are one of the most selfless people I know, and I want this to be only for you.”

He finished attaching the devices. “I love hearing you scream. You don’t do that enough.” Ron pressed a button on a remote control he held in his hand.

Hermione cried out as she felt the vibrations. She had never experienced such a sensation and wondered where Ron had picked it up. They had never experimented with toys and she never owned a vibrator.

“You look so beautiful writhing around like that.”

He turned the device up a notch, and Hermione let out a quiet whimper. Ron longed to touch her perfect breasts again, but was determined to see how far the toy would take her.

He turned it up again; it was now on the middle setting, and he was rewarded with higher-pitched sounds. She could feel her vaginal muscles tightening.

“More…” she pleaded.

Ron turned it to the second last setting, aching to touch her, to feel her around his cock. He watched her, bound, blind-folded, spread-eagle on their bed, and smiled, knowing she was writhing and coming for him.

He turned the device to the highest setting and positioned himself between her legs again. He wanted to push her further than ever before.

Ron brushed his thumb lightly across her clit several times, then lowered his mouth. She was soaking through the bed sheets now, and radiating a lot of heat. He breathed in her musky scent, burying his face in her curly pubic hair.

He traced the folds with his tongue, his hands resting on her hips to keep them still. She was thrusting urgently now, demanding more contact. He readjusted his position and plunged 3 fingers inside her wet pussy, and went back to licking her clit.

Hermione’s high-pitched screams grew louder, as her senses overloaded. The vibrating device on her nipples had been enough to push her over the edge, and now with Ron tonguing her swollen clit feverishly, she was undone. His fingers found a bundle of nerves inside of her and everything exploded.

He coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her body, and her hands were cramped from pulling at the silk ties. Her throat was hoarse from her screams and moans, and she felt her eyes well up with tears as he murmured into her flesh. She tried pulling away as she became overwhelmed with the sensations until everything suddenly went still.

The world slowed down around her and she felt as though she were under water. Her heartbeat was the only sound she could hear. Her thoughts were calm and still and all that mattered was this moment of pure bliss. She held her hips in place, feeling each sensation separately yet together. The world made sense for once and was truly beautiful. She could feel all of Ron’s passion for her. She felt loved.

Hermione smiled as she lay on the bed, feeling shaky and sated. Ron got his wand and vanished the bindings, pulling the covers over her sleepy body. He crawled into bed with her and pulled her to close.

“What about you?” she asked sleepily.

“I’m good.”

“Yes, you are,” she giggled. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll…”

“Shhh…” he cooed. “This was all for you.”

The End

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