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The Lady	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 23478 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 3
- 4
- 5
‘I was hoping we could have a little fun tonight,’ Hermione said seductively as she emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing the chemise Ron had bought her for Christmas. It wasn’t great quality, not like the underwear her other men bought her, but at least it was vaguely sexy even if the cheap lace was a little scratchy.
Ron continued to undress, sitting on the bed in his vest and underpants as he removed his socks.
‘I’ve had a really hard day, Hermione. I honestly don’t think I’m going to be any good to you tonight,’ he said wearily.
Hermione bit down on the urge to retort that he was never any good to her. That really wouldn’t help. It would just piss him off and she would never get anything out of him. She sat down on the bed next to him looking sultry.
‘Perhaps it would help you relax,’ she suggested lightly. Before Ron could stop her she moved and wrapped her arms around him, feeling his still-muscular back against her chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck gently. ‘You’ve been so stressed lately, my love.’
Ron sighed. ‘I’m sorry, Hermione, I know I’ve not been much fun recently but we’ve had a whole load of new stock in that we’re trying to get rolled out to all the stores and it’s not going too well.’
He allowed her to pull him down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist as she leant in to kiss him.
‘Forget about that for tonight,’ she said silkily. ‘Let’s just enjoy each other. You know how much I want you, Ronald, and it’s been such a long time. I really want you inside me.’
Ron sighed loudly. ‘To be honest, love, I’m not really in the mood. I’m knackered. I just want to go to sleep.’
‘Please,’ Hermione begged. ‘I’m not expecting you to keep going all night but it’s been months since we last made love.’
‘Don’t you ever think of anything else?’ Ron complained. ‘All you ever talk about these days is sex. Anyone would think you’re some kind of nymphomaniac, the amount of time you spend thinking about it.’ He let go of her and turned away, his back to her, indicating that as far as he was concerned the conversation was over.
Hermione could feel tears welling in her eyes at Ron’s comment.
‘I only go on about it because you never want to do it,’ she said unhappily. ‘Don’t you love me anymore? You never want to touch me and you’re always too tired.’ Ron grunted but didn’t change position. ‘Please talk to me, Ronald. Don’t ignore me.’
Hermione could hear how upset her voice was. So, it seemed, could Ron. After a moment he rolled over onto his back then sat up, looking at her intently.
‘Why are you getting so upset about this?’ he asked. ‘Are you broody? Is that it? You want another baby so you’re frustrated? I thought we’d agreed we weren’t going to have any more children. We decided two was the perfect number, remember? And surely it’s a bit late now after all these years? Rose and Hugo are teenagers now.’
‘I don’t want another baby,’ Hermione said, trying not to lose her temper. ‘I just want sex — you know what I mean, I want a nice hard, deep fuck.’ She glared at Ron. ‘There are millions of people all over the world who are fucking each other right now just for the fun of it because it feels good and it makes them happy, not because they’re making babies. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable by wanting you, my husband, to make love to me occasionally.’
Ron looked shocked at her outburst. ‘But you never stop going on about it. All the time all you bloody think about is sex. It’s like you’re some sort of addict.’
‘That’s because you never do it,’ Hermione retaliated. ‘If you just did it a bit more often then I wouldn’t have to keep asking you.’
‘I told you I’m tired,’ Ron said belligerently.
‘Well you lie back and relax and we’ll see if you get hard. Please, Ron, you don’t even have to do anything. You just have to lie there. I’ll do all the work.’
Ron gave a huge sigh. ‘Okay then, but don’t be surprised if I can’t get it up. I feel physically exhausted.’ He lay back down.
Hermione leant over to kiss him gently on the lips, smiling now. ‘Don’t worry, darling, I’ll get you hard.’
She gripped his flaccid cock with her hand, squeezing it with growing intensity until she felt it stiffen just a little. Moving down the bed, she slid her mouth over the soft member, sucking and licking it as she squeezed his balls. At first there was little reaction but Hermione wasn’t deterred, and after ten minutes of intensive wanking and sucking she finally got the erection she wanted.
However, by that time Ron was more awake and knew just what he wanted, too. His hands slid through her hair, grasping her head as he pushed her deeper onto his cock, moaning with pleasure as he did so.
Hermione tried to pull away, wanting to move to a different position now. She had been intending to ride him, but as was so often the case, Ron didn’t want her to stop the blowjob. He was enjoying what they were doing just fine.
‘Oh yes, baby . . . argh . . . keep sucking me, that’s it,’ he grunted as he moved, fucking her face harder as he approached climax. ‘Fuck, yeah, baby. Oh, that feels so good, Hermione.’
Abruptly he pulled from her mouth, tugging hard at his cock as he pointed it at her, a loud cry of pleasure and release ripping from his throat at the same time as a spurt of semen erupted, covering Hermione’s face in the thick white fluid. He jerked, moaning loudly for a few moments more, then released his cock and lay back on the bed with a contented sigh.
‘That was wonderful, darling,’ he told her happily. ‘I really do love you, Hermione.’
Hermione leant over to pull a tissue from the box on the bedside table and used it wipe her face and the tears that had appeared unbidden.
‘Why do you always come on my face?’ she complained as she pulled another tissue from the box. ‘You always do that, every bloody time.’
‘I don’t know what you’re moaning about,’ Ron said smugly. ‘At least I don’t make you swallow it. That’s what most women moan about.’
‘How the hell would you know what women moan about?’ Hermione asked sarcastically. ‘You don’t fuck me and I’m damn sure you’re not putting out elsewhere. You don’t even talk to women, apart from Ginny.’
He shrugged. ‘The guys talk about it in the shop. Most of them don’t even get a blowjob ‘cos their other half doesn’t want to swallow.’ He looked smug. ‘At least I don’t have that problem. You suck me, I don’t make you swallow it.’
Hermione glared at him for a moment but knew it would do no good. But maybe if she was quick enough at getting romantic there was still half a chance at getting some pleasure for herself from this encounter. She lay down on the bed next to Ron, wrapping her arms around him. Her hand strayed down to stroke his once again flaccid cock.
‘There’s no point,’ Ron said. ‘I think that’s it for tonight.’
‘But what about me?’ Hermione asked unhappily. ‘Aren’t you going to touch me at all?’
He shrugged again. ‘I’m sorry, love,’ he said. ‘I told you I was knackered. I promise we’ll have a go tomorrow night.’
‘No, we won’t,’ she said quietly. ‘We never do it more than once a month.’ She lay there for a moment, blinking away the tears that had formed, then added, ‘you don’t have to fuck me, Ron. You could just finger me or go down on me or something . . . anything. Just touch me . . . please.’
‘Not tonight,’ Ron said his voice firm. ‘I’m going to sleep. You’re right, Hermione, that did relax me.’ He yawned ostentatiously.
‘And now I’m even more frustrated,’ Hermione muttered, close to tears once again.
‘Perhaps you need to take up a hobby,’ he mused as he yawned loudly again. ‘Keep your mind off sex for a while. Then you wouldn’t be so frustrated.’
‘Perhaps I should I get a lover,’ she retaliated. ‘That way I could keep my mind and body occupied, get rid of the stress and have some fun at the same time.’
Ron laughed derisively. ‘Yeah right, you’re going to get a lover are you, Hermione? I don’t think so.’
Hermione looked at him in confusion. ‘Why not?’ she asked.
‘Let’s face it, love, who’d want you? I mean you are getting on a bit,’ Ron said as he turned away from her again, pulling up the covers.
Hermione stared at him, dumbfounded by his comment, trying to blink back the tears that had automatically sprung to her eyes once more.

Arthur felt bad for having spied on Hermione and Ron. It wasn’t that he hadn’t believed her about his son’s lack of sexual activity; he could only too easily believe that he had taken after his mother on that front. But it had only been in the last few years that Molly had begun to turn frigid; before that she did at least allow him to have sex with her regularly, even if wasn’t anything more inspiring than the missionary position and a blowjob for special occasions, and he couldn’t help wondering if Hermione was overstating her case somewhat in order to keep him sweet.
It was clear from everything she did and from the number of different partners she did it with that Hermione loved having sex. In fact, if anything he thought it had become something of an addiction for her. But were things between her and Ron really as bad as she had told him? Arthur wasn’t quite sure why he was so desperate to know, but it kept eating away at him until eventually he had no choice but to take action.
He wasn’t going to be able to watch them, as he had now watched Hermione with many of her lovers, but he could at least listen in and get an idea of how their lovemaking went. He still had a box of Extendable Ears that he had found in the twins’ old bedroom when he cleared it out years before and they, along with a load of other Wheezes stuff, had been stored in the old barn, largely forgotten until now.
Arthur had headed to his son’s house, taking with him a set of the ears along with some preserves and a cake that Molly had made for them; a quick visit, he said, just to see how they were as they hadn’t been to the Burrow for a while. A trip to the loo gave him the time he needed to place the ears where they couldn’t be seen and then he had retreated, at first going home for dinner but returning later to sit outside the house in the dark and wait for the couple to go to bed.
After Ron and Hermione retired upstairs Arthur carefully made his way into the house, ensuring he couldn’t be heard. He was aware that what he was doing was terribly wrong but he just couldn’t stop himself from doing it.
He crept along the corridor to the room where the ears had been placed, ready to hide if either of the occupants left the room. But the door stayed firmly closed. Soon he was sitting in the room next door, tuning the Extendable Ears to hear what was being said in the master bedroom.
Arthur listened in growing horror as Hermione suffered a sexual experience even more depressing than the way she had described it to him, and his heart went out to her, hearing the dejection in her voice as she begged again and again for Ron to do anything to give her pleasure, too. His son was a bloody idiot and he didn’t deserve to have a wife as beautiful as Hermione.
For the first time since his voyeurism with Hermione had started Arthur didn’t cum. In fact, he wasn’t even aroused by what he had heard, just deeply upset that his son could treat his wife so shabbily.
With prolonged silence came the realisation that they had finished and there was nothing else to hear, so Arthur slowly retrieved the ears, putting them in his pocket as he stood up. He needed to leave now. If Molly woke up she would wonder where he was and he didn’t need her waking the entire family in panic.
He made his way along the corridor, then slowly and quietly down the stairs. But he hadn’t quite reached the bottom when the bedroom door opened and Hermione, dressed in a satin chemise that was neither as glamorous nor as good quality as the underwear she wore when she was with him or her other lovers, left the room, also heading for the stairs.
There was no way Arthur was going to get out of the house without being caught. He hadn’t wanted Hermione to know he was spying on her without her knowledge or agreement but now it looked like he had no choice. He could hide and wait for her to go back to bed but there was no telling how long that was going to take and then he would be in real trouble with Molly. His best bet was to come clean, get the ear-bending Hermione was going to give him over and done with, and then get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
Hermione heard a noise downstairs. She froze for a minute then called herself stupid. It was probably just the house settling or something. There was no one there. She continued down the stairs and headed for the kitchen, pulling a pan from the cupboard and some milk from the fridge. She knew she had no chance of sleeping after the argument she had just had with Ron, especially while she was still so sexually frustrated.
She sighed as she poured the milk into a mug and then into the pan. She loved Ron, she really did, she had done ever since she was thirteen. But his lack of interest in her sexually was really taking its toll. However many other men she fucked and however much they desired her it didn’t relieve the pain of knowing that her husband didn’t want her anymore. She sighed loudly. And then there was Arthur . . . oh Merlin, she really didn’t want to think about him at the moment.
Hermione put the pan on the stove, turning up the flame so the milk would heat. She wandered to the pantry and retrieved a box of cocoa powder and the sugar jar, placing them on the worktop next to the stove with the mug and a teaspoon she had taken from the drawer on the way back.
She heard another noise, the sound of movement, and turned, frowning, to look towards the kitchen door, wondering for a moment whether Ron had woken up and come to find her having realised that he had upset her. But instead, Arthur walked into the room.
‘Arthur, what are you doing here?’ Hermione asked, sounding shocked. She stared at him unblinkingly, waiting for an explanation.
Arthur gazed back at Hermione for a moment, debating what to say. Whatever he told her was going to look bad so he might as well be truthful. He took another step into the kitchen and closed the door behind him.
‘I wanted to know about you and Ron,’ he said quietly. ‘I needed—’
‘You were spying on me!’ Hermione cut in angrily. Her face flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment and ire. ‘Did you watch us?’
Arthur, looking shamefaced now, shook his head and pulled the Extendable Ears from his pocket. ‘No, I used these to listen to you.’
Hermione turned briefly to put out the flame under the milk then looked coldly back at Arthur.
‘Did it get you off?’ she asked bitterly. ‘Did I manage to make you cum as well?’ She blinked away the tears that were pricking at her eyelashes.
Arthur shook his head as he walked around the table until he was standing next to Hermione.
‘That wasn’t why I did it,’ he said quietly.
‘Then why?’ she asked her eyes flashing with pain and betrayal as she shrugged away Arthur’s hand as he tried to put it consolingly on her shoulder. ‘Why did you come here?’
‘I needed to know how bad things were between you and Ron,’ he answered.
‘You didn’t believe me,’ Hermione accused unhappily, her voice growing louder. ‘All this time, all the things we’ve done . . . and you didn’t believe me.’
Arthur retrieved his wand from the pocket of his robe and waved it, casting a silencing charm on the room. It wouldn’t do for Ron to wake up and hear what they were discussing. After a second’s thought he added a warning alarm so they would know if he was coming downstairs.
‘It wasn’t that I didn’t believe you, Hermione,’ he told her gently. He pulled her into his arms holding her tightly as she sobbed on his shoulder. ‘I just needed to know how bad it was.’
‘But why?’ Hermione pulled back to look at him.
Arthur shook his head. ‘I don’t know,’ he admitted. ‘But I just had to do it.’ He gently cupped Hermione’s face. ‘I want to make love to you, Hermione. I want to give you the pleasure your husband won’t. I want to lie you down on top of that table, spread your legs and bury my face in your pussy until you cum for me and then I’m going to fuck you hard until we both cum. I want to make you scream.’
‘But, Arthur, we can’t—’ Hermione started to say, as he pulled her into a kiss.
‘I don’t see why not.’ A small grin crossed his face. ‘There’s a silencing charm on the kitchen, you’re seriously in need of pleasuring and I’m more than happy to take on the challenge.’ He picked Hermione up and sat her on the table. ‘Now lie back and let me do the work. You just need to cum for me.’
Arthur pulled her legs apart and gazed for a moment at the beautiful slit he got so much enjoyment from playing with. His son really was a world-class fool, thank Merlin. He bent lower, his tongue connecting with the warm soft flesh, already salty and wet with Hermione’s arousal. Arthur gave a small moan of desire as he licked her, from her anus all the way to her clit. Hermione shivered and gave a cry of pleasure in response.
Around and over her clit his tongue went, teasing and flicking, causing her to whimper and squeak before running back down between her soft lips, tasting and enjoying what he found there, then poking deeper inside her, a promise of what was to follow. And then she was cumming, crying out his name between shallow gasps, sounding almost pained.
Arthur pulled up his robe, pulling down his underpants with one hand as he kept Hermione cumming, then grabbing her legs pulled her to the edge of the table where his now fully erect and throbbing cock pressed against her slick lips. He thrust hard, grunting loudly with pure joy as he slid deep inside her, savouring her continued cries.
Almost immediately he picked up speed, pushing hard and deep, again and again, knowing only that he wanted to hear her cum for him once more. Hermione wrapped her legs around Arthur, pulling him deeper inside her, her arms going around his neck, almost pulling herself up off the table as she clung to him. Their lips met again and again, tongues darting and swooping around each other, Hermione moaning into Arthur’s mouth as he brought her close to climax once again.
‘Cum for me, darling,’ he whispered in her ear, his mouth leaving hers for a short while to trail kisses up her throat and over her face.
Hermione was moving against him, faster now, her breathing rapid and shallow, panting for breath as Arthur thrust. She gripped him tighter, seemingly trying to meld her entire body with his. Her head went back and she screamed out as her muscles contracted, milking his cock. A moment later he came too, a series of loud grunts punctuating his ejaculation.
She still clung to Arthur, her breathing rapid, her entire body shaking from the intense feelings running through it. There were tears running down her face.
‘Oh god, Arthur, I love you so much,’ she whispered, still breathless.
Arthur’s heart soared at her words and he realised that this what he had wanted when he had come to spy on Hermione. He wanted her to be in love with him the way he was in love with her, and he wanted her relationship with Ron to be bad enough to cause that.
Abruptly Hermione released him, having realised what she had just said. She pushed him back from the table and slid off, moving to the other side of it before he could take her in his arms again. This had gone too far. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders, rocking a little.
‘You need to go, Arthur,’ she said quietly, not looking at him.
Arthur just stared at her. ‘Hermione, I need—’
Hermione shook her head slowly. ‘Go,’ she repeated more forcefully, cutting him off. ‘Now . . . please.’
Arthur waved his wand to cast a cleaning spell, then slowly pulled up his underpants. ‘I’ll see you soon, though, Hermione.’
She shook her head again. ‘No. This has to stop, Arthur. No more visits.’
His heart sank. Just when Hermione had made him so happy she had brought his world crashing down. He knew she didn’t want to discuss what had happened or what she had just admitted to, but he needed to. Before she could stop him he had joined her on the other side of the table, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply.
‘I don’t want to leave, Hermione,’ he told her honestly. ‘I don’t want to stop.’
‘We have to,’ Hermione whispered, sounding upset. ‘It’s gone too far. You know it has, Arthur.’
‘But—’
She shook her head, her hand covering Arthur’s mouth to stop him speaking. She was having trouble talking as she tried to stop herself from crying. ‘It was supposed to be fun, just a little pleasure now and again, nothing serious. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. That was never supposed to happen. Now please go. I don’t want to discuss it anymore.’
‘I love you as well, Hermione,’ Arthur admitted, a heavy weight inside him suddenly released at finally stating his feelings for her, but she shook her head, not wanting to hear his words.
Seeing her distress, Arthur kissed her hand. ‘I will go,’ he said quietly, giving her a final tight squeeze before releasing her from his grasp. ‘You know where I am if you want anything. Please, darling, don’t let this be over between us.’
Hermione shook her head one last time. ‘I have to,’ she whispered sadly. ‘I’m sorry.’
Arthur gave her a final look then opened the back door and left, closing the door behind him. He looked through the kitchen window. Hermione hadn’t moved. He couldn’t tell if she was crying or not. Turning away, he Disapparated, knowing he was probably going to be in serious trouble with Molly but at that moment not really caring.
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