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Ave Imperius	By : GideonRav Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Ave Imperius Ch. 01
- 1
AVE IMPERIUS
Ron Weasley was lounging comfortably on a rather expensive Megapuffskeinfur settee in his living room waiting for his wife to get home. In front of him on the mahogany and ghostwood wizard chess table where he'd been idly battling the latest prototype of the Weasle King (a charmed chess-piece that directed other pieces of it's colour to play Wizard Chess at various levels up to almost international), sat two tightly wound parchments he'd liberated from the family owl Oink a few moments ago.
The Weasle King was grumpily resetting the board after it's 2nd consecutive loss. Ron had been working on it with George at Weasley Wizard Wheezes after his wife Hermione Granger, a muggle-born, had mentioned that muggles played muggle chess against something called a Kom-Puper when they couldn't find anyone to play with. She'd said it was a good way to practice without feeling too embarrassed if you weren't very good.
Ron thought there might be a market for kids, and George had grudgingly pointed out that he might have played more when younger if Ron and Bill hadn't constantly trounced him. Together they'd figured out an enchantment that altered the pieces intelligence when you twisted it's crown. From Troll all the way up to Sphinx.
While the piece certainly had the variable skill levels sorted out Ron was going to have to rework the charm so that the King was a bit more gracious in defeat and much more family friendly. He'd had to spray the little blighter with water earlier to stop it feeling up the Queens and actually play him.
A small whirring noise directed his gaze to his wristwatch. A gift from Harry, the watch was a similar tool to the clock his mother owned and the hand on it with Hermione's face had spun to travelling instead of work.
Ron lifted his wand over his shoulder and aimed it with practiced accuracy at the oven. A few muttered spells had their dinner prepping itself. Ron had gotten surprisingly good at household charms since retiring from the Aurors and becoming a stay at home dad. Hermione worked a lot and although it had hurt his pride a bit at first, he'd always remembered the adage from that marvellous book on charming witches that it was the cauldron full of the little sacrifices that made the potion of True Love.
His part time work with his brother was so he didn't go stir crazy, although now the kids were both at Hogwarts he'd have to find some more stuff to pass the time.
Turning back to the chess table he tapped the Weasle King on the top of it's pointy crown and it became as temporarily lifeless as the other pieces. Only standing out as it had reverted to it's two coloured neutral form. As he heard Hermione outside saying goodbye to her protective services he lifted the scrolls so they'd be the first things she saw when coming in.
“Hey Hon-, oh! They finally wrote! Let's see, let's see!”, Hermione scrambled to kick off her fashionable but oh so professional Dragonhide pumps and vaulted one handed over the back of the settee to land with a thump onto her half winded-half laughing husband of 16 years. After some play fighting over the scrolls, a rather egregious elbow to the ribs in Ron's opinion and a subsequent headlock, they settled down and unwound the ribbons on the scrolls. Taking one each they read quietly over the crackling of the fire and the faint rattling of the pots and pans in the kitchen.
“Hugo's doing good” Ron said, “he enjoyed the ride over the lake, he's made a friend called Francesca. She can speak 5 languages, he seems quite impressed. He's enjoying his classes, says he loves u- Woah...”
“What is it?”
“The Sorting Hat put him in Ravenclaw!” Ron exclaimed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He'd always known Hugo was a bit of a brainiac, something he thankfully inherited from his mother, but a Weasley in Ravenclaw? A Granger-Weasley, Ron had to remind himself (that naming decision still rankled slightly). Ron vaguely recalled he had a second cousin who'd been a Hufflepuff, but he'd never expected this.
“Oh” Hermione responded rather distractedly, “Rosa mentioned that too. Well, he'll see his sister and cousins around all the time anyway and I mean it didn't do Albus any harm did it?”
“Hmm”
Noticing her husbands troubled look Hermione poked him in the side.
“Aw c'mon Ron. The house rivalries were years ago. Even the pure-bloodism culture the Slytherins had has mostly gone away. What's the problem?”
“He put it as a PS”, Ron said “I'm a bit concerned about that. It might be nothing but what if he's trying to downplay it because he's worried what we'll think? I mean I know we don't exactly hang banners around but this is a pretty pro-Gryffindor household. Am I overthinking it?”
“Here, read this and let me see Mr. Worrywort” Hermione deftly swapped their two parchments and Ron distractedly read the letter from his little girl.
A minute or so later Hermione scoffed and folded up the letter. “It's nothing you big goof. There's nothing there showing Hugo is worried about our reaction. If you're still so worried let's send him some house colour socks or a scarf to make sure he knows we're happy for him”
Giving the goofy witch lying on top of him a one arm squeeze and a smile Ron finished reading his daughters letter.
“Rosa says they're about to learn about the Unforgivables. Time flies huh?”
“Yeah. Although they don't actually teach it like Professor Moody did until 6th year. It's just theory for 4th Years” said Hermione, extracting her arms from Ron's hug and entwining his free hand with hers.
“Eurch don't remind me” Ron said flinging the parchment back onto the chess table “I still dream about those spiders sometimes. Resisting that Imperious was tough too”
“Felt good though, remember?” Hermione laughed her cheeks pinking slightly
“Yeah I guess so, although I'm not sure what's weirder to me. Having Mad-Eye make me feel like that or knowing it was that deatheater nutter in disguise”
“Still felt good”, Hermione shrugged and turned herself so that instead of laying on Ron it became more of a hug. They lay there for a while in companionable silence thinking of days gone passed or the wild adventures they'd had in that madhouse of a castle.
Hermione absentmindedly twirled her fingers in the fabric of Ron's robes. Thinking about their wild youths had amped her up somewhat and she definitely needed some stress relief. Work had been grinding her down lately not to mention having both kids home all summer. Looking up at her husbands half lidded eyes she started making her hand move in a decidedly more sensual fashion. Soon he was looking down at her as she cheekily flirted by moving the soft palm of her hand nearer and nearer his crotch. Leaning her neck back as far as it would go (Ron was much taller than her) she started rubbing her nose against his neck.
“Oh ho, something's gotten into you has it?” Ron rumbled in his bedroom voice
“I was hoping something might” she playfully responded. Hermione nuzzled his neck and gave his freckled skin a quick nip.
“Ow you little...” Ron grabbed a handful of her bushy mane near the nape of her neck like he knew she liked and dragged her face away from his sore neck. He leaned down and locked lips with the girl of his dreams for the millionth time and teased her mouth open with his tongue. Ron had just enough time to wonder if Hermione realised they were re-enacting some choice moments from their teen romance before she turned his deep kiss into an almost frenzied assault on each others faces.
Caught up, and grabbing a palmful of tit through her workrobes, Ron emulated his youthful moves on the gorgeous witch as they flailed about on the couch making out like a couple of teens after their first formal ball.
Pushing his shoulders down (Ron had let go of her hair by now and was unsuccessfully trying to unclip her bra through her robes), Hermione put her weight on his lap and sat up. With a practiced grace she somehow got her work robes up over her knees then her hips. She stopped then, staring down at him, her naughty brown eyes full of mischief. She was going to tease him by taking off the rest slowly the little minx. Her hands busy and his arms now free, Ron started feeling up her smooth legs (witches didn't need to shave when a simple charm did the trick) unable to stop his hands roaming.
“Are you sure you want me and not one of your Veela girls?” Hermione teased, rotating her hips down into his crotch playfully. Her arms were crossed as she held the bunched hem of her dark ministry robes.
Ron couldn't believe his ears. Now in their thirties it had been years since they'd been so frantic in bed. He hadn't realised it, but having both kids in the house over the summer and Hermione's recent increase in workload meant they hadn't had the space or time to be intimate for a few weeks. Maybe they'd have to abstain a bit longer regularly is this is how hot it got. After he filled his hands with her light pink pantie clad ass and she finished teasing the robe seductively over her head revealing a matching lace bra he quickly scrapped that idea. He resolved to get this woman naked much more often than he had been.
Giggling at the obvious delight now etched on Ron's open face, Hermione rummaged in her robes before letting them fall away. In her hand she held her wand and with a few deft flourishes she sliced through Ron's robes and underwear. Ron stared up at her amazed at her audacity and more than a little thrilled at the dangerous edge Hermione had just added to their lovemaking. He lay in the puddled remains of his dissected houserobes and gasped as Hermione lifted herself slightly allowing the space for her hand to reach down and grab what was left of his boxers. With a tug she flung them across the room narrowly missing the fire. A louder gasp followed as Hermione grabbed Ron's hard cock and pointed it upwards. As she sat back down her panty covered crotch pressed his erection into his abdomen and she rubbed against it deliciously. They both moaned as he impulsively thrust up against her.
“So we're bringing wands back into the bedroom after all this time are we, what about the spot checks at work you've got?” Ron asked breathlessly. He couldn't help but keep thrusting up into Hermione's covered sex. The heat she was giving off was phenomenal.
“Aw c'mon” she chimed, “you can't tell me you don't miss it. Where's your wand? We'll use that”
Hermione squealed in eager delight as she saw Ron struggle enthusiastically beneath her for his wand. With a little effort he extracted it from under them and she snatched it from his hand just before he pointed it at her bra.
“Nuh uh mister you know better. In the bedroom...the witch...is always...in charge...of...the wand” She matched each part of the sentence with another rub of her now almost soaked through panties along his cock. She smiled in victory as he stopped reaching for his wand and lay back enjoying her antics. With a wave of his wand her remaining clothing evaporated and reappeared above the wash basket to drop in neatly. Hermione normally had some difficulty casting spells with other wizards wands, but in this case Ron and his wand's will were obviously in sync with her as it gave her no trouble.
Ron groaned as he beheld the naked witch above him. His lust filled eyes drinking in the sight of Hermione's rosy pink nipples atop her freckled and generous C-cups. The slightly shorter than average witches hips and stomach were still trim despite being a mother of two, and her lithe figure met his just beneath a bushy but well maintained patch of pubic hair that was grinding into the base of his shaft whenever she moved.
With one hand occupied by his wand she couldn't, and didn't want to, stop him as he animalistically lifted her hips allowing his raging cock to point upwards again. With a sigh he lowered her weight and she sank onto his shaft, the thick invader meeting little resistance. Wizards never suffered from penis envy since they could arrange to have a penis of any size, shape or even colour of their choice, however Ron's cock was naturally very thick and he chose to keep it at it's not quite painfully wide size. A fact Hermione enjoyed very much. She trembled breathlessly as he pulsed inside her stretched walls.
“By Merlin's Beard Hermione, you feel so good” Ron moaned before letting his head fall back and his mouth open involuntarily in bliss. They both groaned again as she started lifting herself up. Hermione's well toned legs (she spent a lot of time walking around the ministry), kept going until she could feel his wide helmet threatening to leave. She let go of her weight and their thighs slapped as he was buried once again. The next lift and drop was helped by Ron's arms. His hands cupped under her delightfully soft rear.
After a quick featherweight spell Hermione chanted “Oh God, oh God, oh God” as they repeated the manoeuvre over and over. Hermione started alternating how her hips were aligned not long after Ron started thrusting up too. This time his arms kept the weightless witch from floating away by gripping her hips while he hammered away freely.
The wand forgotten the practiced pair soon found the sweet rhythm and it wasn't long until Hermione's stress addled body was reaching it's peak. Ron hit that special spot a few more times and Hermione let loose a scream as she came, pulling herself down and shaking her hips, grinding out every morsel of pleasure she could from the lanky redhead. Her pussy spasms gripped his shaft over and over and after a brief pause he started moving himself in and out of her again, fucking her through it to draw out the tremendous orgasm.
Ron blew some of her frizzly hair out of his mouth as Hermione lay on top of him recovering. Her pussy was still gripping him tightly as she lay there. Looking down her back he could see her damp skin tremble every now and again. On his chest the hard points of her nipples were digging in and their sweat covered bodies stuck together slightly in the close air from the crackling fire.
Hermione laughed as Ron spluttered again and lifted her head away from his chest taking the intrusive locks away from his mouth. Ron grinned up at her as she raised herself fully upright. The featherspell almost made it so she started floating up off his lap so he grabbed her hips and pulled her down.
“Ooh” Hermione said, obviously still a bit sensitive before letting out a long drawn out moan “uhnhgh. I needed that”
“Glad to help” Ron uttered, not sure what to say. He was close himself and any movement she made felt so sweet, but he knew from experience that when Hermione came that hard she needed a little time so he resolved to stay still, no matter how difficult it was not to bounce the weightless witch in his lap.
“That felt so good Honey. Are you? Are you close? I could really go for another” Hermione said with a twinkle in her eye. She waved his wand again and sighed as her true weight settled on him.
“Uh, yeah OK. Let's go again in a couple of minutes,” Ron said looking up at her, “I'm a bit close so if you start that riding thing again I'm not going to last long enough for you”
“Oh Ron” it never ceased to amaze her how selfless Ron was compared to when she'd first met him. Years of growing up as the youngest boy in a house of many had made him obsessed with what he owned or making his name in the world, but their teenage years of peril had matured him into the selfless man she loved and she was still blown away by how lucky she had gotten to not only fall in love with one of her best friends but to have him be such a great man as well. The Ron of old would never have considered retiring from being a celebrated Auror to raise a family with his wife being the main Galleongatherer. Nor would he have been able to see past his traditional chauvinistic pride to accept her keeping her last name when they got married.
Even now, while he was rock hard, seconds away from coming and had a more than willing girl on top of him he was only worried about her pleasure and not his own.
“Don't worry Honey, I have an idea” Hermione flashed a smile as she gathered up his wand again and pointed it at his groin. “Vibrous Mediu! Negarae Sempra!”
“Hermione no! You promised we wouldn't try this again!” Ron swore after his outburst as he felt the vibrations start along his sensitive cock. “It's too much!”
In seconds his dick had started vibrating quicker than a hummingbirds wings. Already the intense sensation would have pushed him over the edge into cumming if Hermione's second spell hadn't made that impossible due to the cork like sensation deep in his groin stopping it. He couldn't even dry cum as the built up pressure below messed up all the signals between his junk and brain.
“It'll be quick Honey, I'll cum fast this way and as soon as I'm there I'll release the spell and we'll cum together. It'll be so good!”, Hermione's voice had a slight hitch to it as the vibrations travelling through her body shook her diaphragm. Hermione's entire pussy was humming in pleasure as the cock filling her battered her pussy walls faster than the eye could see. Her sensitive spot thrummed with pleasure again and her clit shook and became fully aroused as the vibrations travelled through the soft membranes and shook it from the inside out.
Her husband writhed and groaned beneath her in exquisite ecstasy; permanently on edge.
Hermione found herself not approaching her second orgasm of the night as quickly as she thought she would. She sat there riding it out slapping away Ron's hands as he reached for his wand.
Despite the intense sensation Hermione found herself getting slightly distracted from what she was doing. The pleasure she was feeling had peaked quickly but it lacked the fire of their first coupling. With a murmured apology to the love of her life she adjusted the spell “Vibrous Maxi Paxi”. Hermione sighed in contentment as she felt the stronger vibrations kick in and slowly they started taking her to her peak.
“That's more like it. I needed that extra oomph. Won't be long Honey” she sighed bouncing slightly on Rons lap.
Ron unclenched his eyelids then and the wild look in his eyes almost scared Hermione. Too much of the whites of his eyes were showing and with his teeth clenched as well he almost looked like a different man.
With a yelp Hermione found herself thrown onto her back on the settee. Pushing her knees passed her ears and leveraging his long legs, Ron started plunging his cock into her bruisingly hard. Hermione's well stimulated and lubricated pussy took the punishment gladly and she soon found herself screaming and clawing at his back as he rutted her hard into the soft cushions.
“Just cum, just cum, just cum, just wanna cum” He was panting desperately in her ear. Hermione found herself unable to resist the plea and started mewling as Ron's rough treatment forced her climax from her. Before she knew it another rolling orgasm travelled throughout her body. She squealed his name and writhed beneath him and was so lost in it she barely had the presence of mind to wave the wand in her sweaty grip to end the spells and let them cum together as she'd promised.
Ron let out a bellow like a wounded animal as he stopped thrusting and pressed their pelvises together like he was trying to crush them through the cushions and into the floor. Hermione felt his cock spasm inside her over and over as he released his long denied orgasm. Feeling him cum so hard because of her was very fulfilling and she lay back with a contented smile.
Ron raised himself on his arms above the sated witch and snatched his wand back out of her grip.
She noticed his glare but was too pre-occupied with the afterglow of those tremendous orgasms.
“Oooh that was so good Honey. My big strong Ronly Wonly got it done.” Hermione grasped at his flexed arms, playing with his muscles, feeling the heat and contractions from his workout.
“That wasn't OK Hermione. Those fucking spells hurt” Ron said breathing hard.
“Aw c'mon baby, I'm sorry. I thought we were having fun” she pouted up at him. She noticed his eyes being drawn to her breasts as she breathed in and out and bent her back a bit to make her chest more noticeable for him.
With her husband successfully distracted Hermione slipped out from under his arms and started searching for her wand. Groaning, Ron collapsed onto the settee, his legs shaking still from his frantic and unexpected workout.
Hermione grabbed her wand from where it had rolled under the settee and started repairing the clothes she'd taken apart earlier. After a few minutes of catching their breath they redressed and sat down for dinner. Hermione happily humming along to the radio as they talked on and off about each others days.
She could tell that Ron was still a bit grumpy about their intimacy and now that she was thinking a bit more clearly she felt a bit bad about using him like that despite how good she knew it felt for both of them. She'd ruined the romance in her need to get off, something they'd actually talked about before.
Together they cleaned up and got ready for bed. Hermione wasn't sure how to make it up to him yet, but she bent her marvellous mind to the task consciously pushing any work worries out of her mind.
In bed a half hour later a wild idea hit her. Ron was half asleep already, an up to the minute display brochure for Flourish and Blotts almost dropping out of his hand onto the floor. Hermione plucked it from his loose grip and saw where he'd circled a few books of puzzles and riddles. They were clearly for kids and Hermione surmised that Ron must have remembered Harry's tale about the Ravenclaw dorm being accessed through a riddle. It was the perfect gift to show Hugo they were happy for him to be in Ravenclaw.
She mussed his hair affectionately. Ron gave a half snort as he became fully awake and his face lit up as he saw Hermione's warm smile directed at him. “Wha- I do?” he asked
“Just being you” she answered. Ron blushed in the half light and they stared at each other for a few moments.
“So I've been feeling a bit bad about earlier” Hermione started “With the Vibrous”
“Aw c'mon Hermione. I don't mind. It was fun, I promise” Ron half-heartedly lied. They both knew Hermione had always been able to read him like a book so this was Ron trying to let her get away with it again.
“No, it was selfish, I got carried away and I think I might have taken advantage of you....again” Hermione carried on, placing a finger gently over his lips when she saw him start to protest. “We were making love and I just wanted to get off because work has been so... so lame, and we were having a moment and I wanted more right away, which isn't a good excuse I know, and I'm not excusing myself for it, but yeah, anyway it was selfish and I've thought of something to make it up to you and, and I wanted to say I'm sorry. So I'm saying it. Saying sorry I mean.”
Ron smiled at Hermione's garbled apology. One of the main reasons he loved this woman was her intellect but every now and again she overthought the smallest things and got flustered. It was adorable to watch and he saw her notice his grin and get all self-conscious.
“You goof. Just say it's OK and listen to my idea” she said swatting at his arm, her cheeks pink.
“It's OK and by the way I love you” as he said it Ron lurched up from his pillow and grabbed Hermione from where she was sitting up into a reversed bear hug. Her arms had crossed over her chest in some misguided attempt to protect herself from the situation (another tell of hers) and he wrapped his longer arms around them trapping her. They fell back together as he squeezed her tight. “Now what's your idea”
“Hmmph. Well, y'know how we were talking about the Unforgivable Curses earlier. I was remembering how good the Imperius felt and I thought what if I used it on you and obviously I wouldn't make you do anything weird, but you could just relax into it and enjoy it”
Hermione wasn't looking at Ron but she felt him tense up as he held her
“Hermione, that's...they're illegal and that's just...is that wrong? I guess no-one would...it's weird isn't it?”
Hermione shrugged “I dunno. I mean we'd both be consenting so I'm not sure it's wrong exactly, and it's definitely weird, but fun weird no?”
They sat there for a moment both lost in thought.
“OK, let's try it” Ron said. Hermione could hear the edge in his voice he got when up to something mischievous. “We'll have to use my wand-”
“Yeah because mine gets random spot checks” Hermione finished for him
“Are you going to be able to cast it with my wand? It's difficult magic. Harry said it was one of the hardest spells he's ever used”
“Are you doubting me Ronald Weasley” Hermione teased pretending like her pride was hurt. “Here. Let go”
Ron released his hug and sat back as Hermione reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his wand. Shaking her butt back and forth Hermione slid herself back making some space between them. As she raised the wand and pointed it right at his face Ron suddenly felt a bit apprehensive. Seeing the tip of a wand pointing right between your eyes will do that.
“Don't fight it. It's going to feel good” Hermione said, almost as if re-assuring herself. Ron noted a slight tremor in her voice. Both their heart-rates had sky rocketed as they were about to use this illicit bit of magic.
To break the tension Ron stuck out his tongue at her.
“Five minutes only and no cartwheels”
Hermione grinned and with as much force as she could put into the incantation said “Imperio!”
A wave of pleasure and weightlessness came over Ron as the spell took effect. Any worries and stresses he had melted away and while his thoughts were normally racing around they felt muted and slowed now. It was a great feeling. Like being drunk but without any emotions bubbling up. His mind naturally tried rejecting the spells influence but with some effort he relaxed and just tried to enjoy the sensation. At the back of his mind he could feel/hear Hermione trying to say something but before he could work out what she was trying to communicate the spell ended and he was back sitting on his bed staring at his frustrated looking wife.
“That felt good. What were you trying to tell me to do?”
“Nothing. I didn't have time to. You heard me say something? What was it?”
I dunno. I thought I heard you, but I guess not. How long was the spell going for?”
Hermione scowled at his wand as she answered, “I don't know, maybe 10 seconds. Were you fighting it?”
“No not really. Why? Did it feel like I was?”
“No...it just felt like I couldn't...like I almost had control over you if I could reach you but I couldn't get there. Let me try again”
This time the sensation was even shorter. Ron barely felt anything. Not one who was happy with failing Hermione was clearly getting impatient. Immediately she wanted to try again.
Ron unfurrowed his brows and said “Uh, OK. One more time alright. Mad-Eye said with these curses you have to really mean it. Really want to take control of me” he added trying to be helpful.
“I remember what Professor Deatheater said Ron” Hermione retorted with a bit of her usual sass “I'm pretty sure it's your wand that's stopping me” Hermione grasped his wand like she was trying to grind it into dust between her fingers and pointed it at his face again, her arm as still as a statue. She almost shouted the spell.
“Imperio!”
Once again Ron found himself swimming in a pleasurable haze. He consciously relaxed and listened as hard as he could for the Hermione-like voice. Like a gentle tap on a fishtank he thought he felt it echoing in the distance. He focussed on nothing but the sensations in an attempt to let her in, but before he knew it he was back on the bed once again. Hermione saw his eyes re-focus and held out her hand palm up to pass the wand back.
“It's not working...If I could use my wand then... Whatever.”
“It was a good idea though babe. It felt really good when it was happening and I enjoyed it” Ron said as he took his wand back. With a practiced flip he transferred the wand to his wand hand and took Hermione's held out hand into his giving it a slight squeeze. “Let's try it again when we're not so worked up maybe...”
“I'm not worked up”. Hermione's brow clenched.
“Babe. C'mon. I just meant you've been working a bunch, packing up the kids for school, Hugo's first time away from home. You're stressed, I'm stressed. You let off a little steam and now you're worried that you've what? Used me like a toy or something? That I'm upset with you and you have to make us even? Now you try some super difficult magic with someone else's wand? C'mon. You're wound up tight and making unreasonable expectations for yourself. That's all I meant.”
“Ron that's...probably right, but I dunno, I just feel bad about earlier and I wanted to make you feel good, because, because”
“Relax. Please. I felt great. It was great. Maybe you should try it. Do you want a go?”
“...OK”
“Cool. So, OK look at me and I'll hit you for five minutes. Same as I wanted. Just don't fight it OK? Now before I try, what were you thinking when you cast it?” Ron asked as he lifted his wand ready.
“I dunno. I guess I was thinking about that it would feel good for you and that the spell only works if I want you under my control so I was thinking that I wanted you under my control so I could make that happen” Hermione explained.
Ron suspected he knew where his wife had gone wrong. His experience as an Auror had taught him that dark magic was most useful for those with sinister goals. In the hands of the Aurors it just didn't work as well even though they were some of the most skilled spellslingers in the world. In this case the unforgivables were really dark magic, and really dark magic would need really dark motives. Her innocent objective was probably what stopped the spell working and in fact he was surprised it had affected him at all. Their bedroom wasn't really the place for a Dark Arts lecture so he kept the suspicion to himself.
“Right OK, well I'll try something else. You ready?” Ron asked. His mind already concocting the dark train of thought he suspected he would need for this magic. As he saw his wife nod Ron conjured up any grievances he held in his marriage. They were minor ones thankfully, as he and Hermione were very happy together, but every married person has those moments of unresolved resentment in the back of their mind. Forgiven, but not ever really forgotten. To top it off he put the moment from earlier at the forefront of his mind where she had cast the Vibrous and he had desperately wanted his wand back to stop the spell. That moment where he wanted to stop what was happening. How he resented the control she had over him in that moment and how in return he wanted it back. Control. Over himself. Over her.
“Imperio”
A warm tingle flowed down Ron's wand arm attaching his mind and his wand. Through that sensation he could feel another mind connecting to it from out past his wand. He watched his wife's scrunched up face relax as the spell took effect over her. Based on his own experience of the spell that evening he expected it to feel like he was trying to hold onto something slippery but he felt very little resistance coming from Hermione and after a few seconds even that disappeared. Realising he'd cast the spell successfully Ron sat their awkwardly on their bedspread as Hermione rocked slightly back and forth. Reaching to the night-stand for his watch he tapped and spun a few dials and set an alarm.
Curious to see what it was like he gave Hermione a few simple commands. He got her to stand up and spin around, then sat her down again. He didn't even need to speak as she seemed to do what he wanted with him barely even having the thought out loud in his mind. Quickly bored and hoping she was having fun, Ron swept up the Flourish and Blotts catalogue again and used the time to narrow down the final choices for the gift for Hugo. He'd discuss it with Hermione and grab the books at lunch tomorrow.
Inspired by what was going on Ron thought about it again and just decided on the gift himself. Hermione and he had decided he was in control right now, so he was in control. His act of pettiness brought a smile to his lips and distracted as he was he got startled slightly by the alarm as it clanged through the room.
With some effort Ron ended the spell. As he watched Hermione he could see her come back to herself then she fell backwards into the soft bedding and let out an elongated sigh. One of those ones that became a deep primal groan.
Hermione found herself looking up into Ron's worried face. She wanted to assure him nothing was wrong but her mind was still pre-occupied with the wondrous experience she'd just had. She hadn't been prepared for the Imperius to be that strong.
When it first hit she'd relived that moment back in the classroom of the floaty dreamlike pleasure the spell gave, she hadn't panicked as she knew it was something she had agreed to. She had felt like an observer watching her own mind getting seduced. It had been fascinating. Then the feelings the spell invoked had gotten strong. So strong that she now knew that the madman impersonating Mad-Eye Moody had been holding back. A lot. It must have only been seconds but the spell ramped up and flooded any resistance she gave, and she'd found herself engulfed and losing any control she had, any sense of self.
She'd fought and fought and found that the spell had won but that thankfully she'd retained her sense of self. Like she was floating in a bubble underwater, any direction she pushed the spell pushed back. The pleasurable feelings were muted, unless she pushed really hard then they ramped up to flood her again. Even though she'd lost control of her body and her mind was open to it she and the spell had reached an equilibrium as they fought for possession of the core of her being.
Outside her core her entire body tingled. She was under the spells control for sure and it felt great, she could still hear and feel and see, but it was like her conscious mind didn't care. It had been exactly like what the victims of the Imperius she had interviewed had described, well except the intensity, although she doubted she could adequately describe that despite experiencing it. She'd languished in the spells grip for what felt like hours, that was until she'd heard Ron's voice.
It had felt so close and seemed to surround her. More intimate than a whisper in the ear, than a stroke of his fingers across her skin. Like he held her in his cupped hands, and yet she still felt isolated, alone in her bubble in a sea of pleasure.
Her soul lurched for him to find her. To help her, but then the whisper had reminded her of what they were doing. That she had asked for this. There was nothing to worry about because he was already there. And all he was asking for was the simplest thing. Give in to him, connect, perhaps more than they ever have before. She couldn't tell if these were his thoughts or her own or even the spell, but the relief she felt was total. And she was so tired. So tired of always being in charge. Of being the perfect witch, the perfect mother and strong political figure. Of always having to be right even against all opposition. Of dragging the Wizarding World into the 20th century, never-mind the 21st. Proving to everyone, especially herself that she was the smartest witch in the room.
Because it was him. Because he was right there for her and always would be she did something that was against her nature, against any humans nature. For the tiniest of moments she caved. Gave up fighting completely. The bubble around her core collapsed down and through it into a speck. Then it exploded out with the speed and force of a super-nova. Uniting her completely under the spells magic and her husbands control.
It took her to a new level. The second she gave up the pressure, gave up enforcing her will, gave up herself to him, the spell had taken her to an almost indescribable realm of bliss. Nobody had ever described the spell doing this. Yet she knew somehow that this wasn't just the spell. It was the catalyst for sure, but this relief, (that's what it was. Relief) this relief she felt as for the first time ever she gave up all of her control was something she had needed her entire life. And it was OK, because it was to someone she loved. Someone she trusted and respected the most in the world. There was no shame in giving up control to him. It felt right. She was at peace, with the world and within herself. If she'd been in charge of her body she would have wept tears of gratitude.
There was no shame or guilt or stress in her now, it had all been replaced by joy and love and unencumbered happiness.
And then it ended.
She lay now on her duvet with her worried looking husband looking down at her. She could see an equal amount of concern and guilt written in his features and she desperately wanted to let him know that everything was good. Great even. That she felt as connected and thankful to him as she had on their wedding day, on the day she found out she was pregnant for the first time, as the worst and best day of her life during the war of Hogwarts where they had saved each other countless times and finally, FINALLY, kissed.
She reached up and placed her palm on his cheek. His smile lit up her soul. She told him that she was fine and to stop worrying. The spell was just a bit stronger than she expected was all.
Hermione thought back on those words as she curled up under their blankets and Ron snored softly beside her.
She wasn't sure she was fine. Not yet anyway. She was physically OK at least, but her mind was racing. It was going to take her some time to process what had just happened to her, but there was one thing she already knew. She and Ron were going to do that again. He had no idea what he'd just awakened in her.
Author's Note: if anyone is curious the sex spells I made up are garbled Latin just like dear ol' JK likes, they mean something like 'Medium Vibration' and 'Forever to Deny'. The maximum vibration spell is just something that rhymes and I took the 'max level' spell format from the harry potter gameboy games. I've taken some liberties with how the Imperius is described from the books, if that annoys you sorry, but it's kinda the whole point of this series and I'd also point out we've never read about how it would work on the willing, and as a certain Prince would say, "You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible"
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