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The war was over. The defeat of voldemort brought forth an unparalleled age of peace, prosperity, debauchery, and boredom. And Hermione was very bored.
To an outsider, Her marriage to Ron appeared to be quite idyllic, and happy. But Hermione wasn't built for the quiet life. She was feisty and battle ready and these qualities had no doubt served her well when there had been actual battles to fight. They proved quite useless in her married life. That's not to say she was a boiling mess. She was keeping it together as well as can be expected but there were some peculiarities in her behaviour surfacing.
For instance she had been meticulously monitoring her husband's sexual performance over the past few months, plotting countless data points onto her collection of spread sheets. On one such spreadsheet, a column read: "Duration of cunilingus/penetration" While another read: "maximum erectile length achieved", while still another was for the articles of clothing she had worn before the sex act took place. There were a few dozen other spreadsheets, each filled with figures, charts, detailed analysis, and other nonsense she had managed to cook up. In her idle mind, she began to associate her husband's involvement in the marriage with his enthusiasm in the bedroom. Trying to find some sense and reason of their lovemaking habits had naturally become her new hobby.
She was trying to reduce her sex life to a science.
Hermione was quite happy this evening as she returned home from the Auror's Bureau. According to the results of her study, the following events were best correlated with good sex with her hustband.
One. Upon entering the household if she kissed him for just over 8 seconds, this has 10 percent increase in "penetrative duration" that evening compared to the control of only a light peck.
Two. Ron seemed to like the red dress. Wearing the red dress seemed to improve many of the metrics she associated with good sex.
Three. In her words "an activity of fellatio lasting no more than 200 seconds and no less than 170 seconds" as foreplay would produce a stronger erection.
She concluded there was an excellent chance that if these were followed through, Ron would deliver her a good hard and long pounding. Exactly what she needed after her day's work!
Of course, her calculations were complete bunk.
Her predictions were rarely more accurate than the Weather Witch's daily forecast.
She entered their residence. On queue She began the scene she had rehearsed in her head on her way home. Ron was fiddling with the muggle-made toaster oven. He certainly took after his father.
"Ron, you look incredibly dashing", throwing him a sultry smile.
He looked a bit haggard but still had his fiery red locks and piercing gaze and goofy personality that had captivated her affections. He smiled back.
"Thanks, herm....uh", she cut him off with a deep kiss which as planned only lasted 8.0003243323 seconds.

"Whoa, where did that come from mione?" He was still in shock. It's not that it was unusual for them to kiss but her enthusiasm had been relatively absent in the past few weeks.
"Let's just say I've been thinking about it for a while."
"Yeah, me too."
"I think we should continue this upstairs" she added mischievously.
How could he refuse? They both climbed the stairs and made their way to their bedroom, occasionally darting smiles at each other.
"Ron, just wait here a minute." She motioned for him to stand in a particular location. "Let me get dressed."
Everything was going according to plan, she thought. The script she had set out had been followed to the letter. She cast a spell, making sure her dress fit her curves perfectly. She donned her matching red heels. After a brief look at the mirror, making sure her hair was to her satisfaction, she convinced herself that she was ready. For Ron.
She opened the door.
Ron was in awe. She made her way towards him and planted a delicate kiss on his lips.
"Honey, how do I look?" He didn't say anything. He couldn't.
Still holding his gaze, she reached for his belt. She made quick work of his pants, and her hands now made contact with his rock hard member.
She went down on her knees, admiring his cock for a few moments. Now came her favourite part. Hermione loved giving blowjobs. Possibly more than Ron loved getting blowjobs. She loved everything about them. She loved how she was on her knees, in what conventionally appears to be a submissive position, and yet she was the one in complete control of the situation.
She loved the texture of cock, the soft tip in front of the solid hardness. To Hermione, cock was one of the best things in the world. She was also quite good at giving them and was able to deep throat most of Ron's length.
She made a quick glance towards the clock and began her magic.
This time she started by planting a kiss on the tip of Ron's cock. He groaned. She spit on her hand and began to coat his entire length. A good blowjob needed to be sloppy.
Her eye's darted towards his.
Her tongue began trailing the underside of his cock. He had a weak spot there.
Hermione's mouth rested, only taking in the tip of Ron's cock.
Then she started moving. She was careful to suck in her cheeks. When her mouth left his cock for air, there was a loud "pop" sound from the suction. She smiled to herself. She was in perfect form.
Ron was looking extremely tense. He was looking like he would explode any second.
But only 70 seconds had passed since she had begun "fellating him". According to her figures, there were still two minutes left.
Her mouth returned to his cock, this time going deeper than before. She could feel his cock pulse rhythmically with his heart beat, and noticed it quicken and slow down with her movements. He was close but she persisted. She relaxed her throat, and began to deepthroat him. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. She still maintained her composure, rocking back and forth. In and Out.
"Hermione, I..." sudenly Ron's orgasm hit. Ahead of schedule.
Thick jets of cum flooded into Hermione's mouth. She was able to swallow most of it.
"sorry"
"It's fine. You can return the favour" She smiled. Ron was looking dazed but he happily nodded.
She didn't show her dissapointment in his lack of self control. Surely he should have lasted more than two minutes! What kind of a husband was he? She thought.
Her efforts to predict and manage her husband's sexual performance had ended in failure.
As Ron returned the favour, Hermione's thoughts were else where. Tomorrow she would see Ginny. She always knew how to deal with Ron.
Perhaps, she could "save" their marriage.
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