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Cruel Intentions	By : rephiamlove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione
Hermione stood at the door to the bathroom, staring at her husband, while tapping her foot on the floor impatiently, "Are you done getting ready Ronald? We have to be going soon, or were going to be the last ones there. You know I hate showing up late to parties."
"Yeah, I'm ready," Ron answered.
He was combing his hair to the side as he always did, "Lets head out then." he said.
He grabbed my hand, and pulled me closer to him, and my senses were flooded with the scent that was Ronald, a clean earthy scent that smelled like home, and instantly faded my previous annoyance with having been made to wait. We both disaparated while holding hands, and landed about thirty feet from the burrow. Various Weasley voices from the family could be heard even at this far vantage point. Making our way over to the house, Ron turned to me and gave me a reassuring smile silently telling me that we were going to be fine inside with all of the family.
We didn't visit often, and when we did, a unsettling feeling often overtook me, having to appear the ever-happy-couple everyone always expected. The house was full of Weasleys; both adults and children both talking, chattering, and carrying on loudly. It was a noisy affair to say the least, with the mouth-watering scent of pies and cakes. The party lasted throughout the night, and I found that I quite enjoyed myself. It felt great visiting with everyone, and partaking in Molly's delicious home-made cooking.
After an hour, all of the boys headed outside for Quidditch and butterbeers, while all of the girls stayed inside. We gossiped about everyone, everything, and had multiple shots of firewhiskey that burned our throats, and relaxed our bodies, letting us enjoy the night away. Times like these, it was easy to forget about ones problems, and just enjoy the moment of happiness and tranquility. Hours later, the only people that were awake, were Ron, Harry, Ginny, and myself. Ron's brothers and families had all headed home.
Our little group headed outside so as to not wake the kids, or Ron's parents who had fallen asleep. The air outside was fresh, and it smelled of fresh-cut-grass and wet soil; the typical smell that wafted from outside of the burrow. We were all pretty drunk at this point, and getting nostalgic of old times hunting horcruxes, or how much we all hated Professor Umbridge.
Then Ginny brought up the memory of how Ron and I both destroyed one of the horcruxes together, and the subsequent kiss that we shared afterwards. Both Harry and Ginny both stubbornly wanted Ron and I to re-enact our first kiss for their entertainment. They both eagerly chanted on, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
I turned to look at Ron, and he was already leaning in pulling my waist. Our lips connected slowly and tentatively at first, much like our first kiss. It had been so very long since we kissed this way. Thoroughly liquored up without my inhibitions, I started kissing Ronald back more aggressively, confused as to why my body was enjoying it. I was sure it was because of all the alcohol we had consumed thorough the night. What surprised me even more though, was that Ron was kissing me back with just as much enthusiasm as me, and even gave a let out a little moan when I nipped at his bottom lip.
His hands were tightening his grip on me, and he slowly moved them towards my arse. He didn't quite give my cheeks a squeeze, but he did let them hover there a few seconds before slowly returning to my hips. We peeled back from each other, gazing into each others eyes, while Harry and Ginny were cheering loudly at how hot the kiss was. Ron looked just as perplexed as I had felt, and the sudden adrenaline we felt at each other's touch sobered us up rather quickly.
Ron eventually told Harry and Ginny how late it was, so we ended up heading back home. Once there, we both paused unsure of what to do or say to each other. "I'm going to go to sleep. I'm pretty knackered." he whispered, and then kissed me on my forehead.
"Yeah, me too. Goodnight Ron." I answered him.
After I showered, got into bed, I thought about our kiss, and what it could possibly mean. I was confused, and a little thrilled at the same time. It had me thinking about how Ron's touch had made me feel, and I felt a shiver of desire run through my body, sending my pulse flowing into places that hadn't been touched by a man in so long.
Trying to ignore my bodies urges, I struggled to fall asleep that night. When I finally did fall asleep, my dreams were all over the place. First, I dreamt of the horcrux that Ron and I had destroyed many years ago, and the kiss that followed. Then, my dreams morphed into Draco fucking me from behind, pulling my hair, while he called me " his dirty little mud blood". Sufficed it to say, I would not be mixing firewhiskey and butterbeers together the next time I drank alcoholic beverages.
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A week later
Ron was finishing his breakfast when he cleared his throat, "Mione, I'm going to be out working for a couple of days. The Minister is sending me to investigate some rumors of dark artifacts being stored at Durmstrang. It shouldn't take too long though."
"Really? Okay, well, be careful out there. I guess I'll see you in a few days."
Ron packed his clothes, and used the floo to go to work, saying he needed to meet up with his team to discuss the mission. My mind instantly went into overdrive, assuming he would be entertaining his lady friends, instead of working. The rumors that always managed to reach back to me, always involved Ronald visiting lady friends during work excursions. I had learned to accept that Ronald had needs that I couldn't fulfill, but bitterness and resentment flooded me anyway.
I turned away from where he left, and got ready for the day. I traded in my typical pencil skirt for one that showed more leg, and in doing so my legs appeared longer, and I wore my knew low cut red blouse. The push up bra I wore emphasized my small but perky breasts, that still looked amazing even after having two kids. I used my wand to give myself tame-able curls.
I checked my reflection in the full length mirror to give myself a once over, and felt satisfied. Grabbing my stuff, to head to work, I realized what day it was, It was the day Draco would be coming over to pick up his book order. I greeted Lillian, and let her know I would be in my office if she needed anything.
Hermione began the work of managing the budget, figuring payroll, and deciding on whether to expand the shop by adding a section for muggle-borns. She had gotten many requests for muggle books over the years, and finally saw a big market for it. It was nearly lunch time when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in Lillian" I hollered.
The door opened, but it was Draco on the other side of it smiling at me.
A/N: What did you think? Guess what? The next chapter is from Ron's perspective. I hope you readers are excited about it, I know I am. Please review.
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