DISCLAIMER: HARRY POTTER, characters, names and related
indicia are trademarks of Warner Brothers, copyright 2001. No profit made from this use. Title of this
little is from Mary Chapin Carpenter.
Thanks to Tessie for helping lots and lots with this fic both now and
when it was initially released.
Ron came in
through the fireplace with a soft thud, smiling as he saw his wife curled up on
the couch, a book lying in her lap. He
noticed she was dressed in his t-shirt and boxers he noticed with an amused
grin. Seeing the strange look on her
face, he immediately launched into an explanation. "I know I'm late, hon. Jack got
completely pissed on the train. The very
Muggle train… See, the Express we were supposed to take out of Edinburgh was so
horrendously late that we wound up doing it the Muggle way. Bloody hell!
Do you know how difficult it is to keep tabs on an entire Quidditch team
on a Muggle train? Stupid blokes didn't
want to take off their robes and put on Muggle clothes to begin with, and then
didn't want us to transfigure their brooms...
Could you just see us trying to get on with a dozen or so brooms? Then Jack... when the git gets drunk, he
starts talking and loudly at that. Had
to see him home of course. Couldn't
expect him to Apparate in that state..."
Continuing
to talk as he removed his suit, he sighed while flipping through the post,
which was sitting on the coffee table.
"Bills, bills, hmmm... How
are the kids? I hoped to be home before
they went to sleep. I hate these road
trips..."
Hermione sat
there just staring at her husband as he slowly took off his jacket; he was
talking about a train or a broom or something, she didn't know, as she really
wasn't paying attention. Next, with fingers fumbling, he tried to get his tie
off but there was a knot. Leaving it for the time being, Ron started to undo
the buttons of his Muggle vest. Ron was
so into his story he was totally oblivious to the effect his little
absentminded strip tease was having on his wife. After he got the vest off, he
started on the buttons of his shirt.
When his shirt was undone, he removed it, showing the light red hair
curled on his well-shaped chest, and tossed it over the chair where his jacket
also lay. He next attempted to get the
knot out of his tie again. Sighing in frustration, Hermione silently stood up
and walked slowly up to him. When she was standing directly in front of him she
grabbed the knot of his tie and yanked his head down until they were face to
face and demanded, "Shut up and kiss me!"
"What...."
was all that Ron managed before she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his
neck and pulling him roughly against her.
As her lips touched his, he moaned with pleasure, drinking in that
fabulous essence that was his Mione kissing him, touching him. As she continued to kiss him, Hermione
started backing him over to the couch. When she felt the back of his knees hit
the arm, she deepened the kiss even more right before shoving him backwards,
causing him to fall over the arm of the couch, her landing on top of him.
“Yum…chocolate…” Hermione grinned, giving them
both time to catch their breath.
"Excuse
me, but what have you done to my wife?" Ron laughed. “Not that I’m complaining or anything…”
"Your
wife is feeling a little neglected, husband of mine. You were gone an awfully long, long
time..." Hermione drawled, running her fingers along his jaw, feeling his
five o'clock shadow. "You're gonna
have to make it up to me."
"I
think I can do that... But wife, I think
you have something of mine that I want back. You stole that from me, didn't
you?" he laughed, reaching up to tug at the sleeve of the Cannon's shirt
which he had worn so often, but he had to admit, looked much better on his
wife.
"Oh,
well, if you want to be that way about it..." she pouted, sitting up and
glaring playfully down at him.
"Here is your old smelly shirt!" With that she yanked it off
and threw it at him, the material landing over his face. "Want your boxers
too?" she asked in mock outrage.
Removing the
shirt from his face, Ron couldn't help but goggle at his wife straddling him,
clad in only her bra and his underwear.
Enjoying the little game, he continued to play along. "Damn right, you little thief. Hand them
over right now!" he demanded, a glint sparkling in his eyes.
Hermione
leaned back, raising her hips slightly as she wiggled the boxers down her
thighs before stripping them completely off.
Holding them in her hand, she dangled them over him before dropping them
from her fingers onto his stomach. "Anything else you want?" she
asked playfully.
Ron laughed,
sitting up quickly and grabbing her around her waist before pulling her down on
top of him, making her squeal.
"Ssh,
don't want to wake the kids!" Ron warned.
"How would you explain this?" he laughed, motioning to the
clothing strewn around the living room and Hermione lying half naked on top of
him.
"Same
excuse as before. We're wrestling,"
Hermione giggled, pressing her face against his shoulder.
"Do you
know how much I have missed, you Mrs. Weasley?" Ron asked, running his
fingers through her soft brown hair.
"No,"
she said breathlessly, "why don't you show me?" she added as she got
up off him and grabbing him by the tie that was still securely around his neck
pulled him up beside her. Still dragging
him by the tie, she walked slowly backwards to the stairs before he grabbed her
and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her to their bedroom, her soft
laughter ringing down the hallway.
Once inside,
Ron turned and locked the door against little eyes. As he walked to the bed, his
fingers fumbled once again with the knot in his tie. Hermione moved over to
him, gently slapping away his hands as she skillfully unknotted it, handing it
to him with a triumphant look on her face, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Aren’t
you the little temptress tonight?" Ron questioned, laughing when Hermione,
the brazen hussy, blushed from head to toe.
"Well,
let’s just say I’m inspired…” she
grinned, walking towards him.
Ron could
almost hear the drum beats in his head as Hermione swung her hips back and
forth. “Inspired is good…”
“With my
husband gone, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands and Ginny gave me some very interesting books to keep me busy…”
Ron leaned
back on heals and goggled at his wife. "Hermione Granger Weasley, what
exactly have you been reading?"
"Oh,
just a little book," she said, laughing at the look on his face.
"And
what else was in this book?" he asked, very interested in its other
contents.
"You
would be surprised," she grinned looking much like the Cheshire chat.
"Well,
I've done some reading too..." he said proudly.
"And
here I thought you only looked at the pictures," Hermione teased as her
husband lifted her into his arms, carrying her over to the bed then dropping
her down onto it, amidst a sea of giggles.
“Ron!”
“Someone is
trying to wake the kids, isn’t she?” he laughed, leaping onto the bed and
stretching out beside her. “I really,
really missed you these last two weeks,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder
before propping his head on his hand and looking down at her face. “You’ve been in the sun,” he murmured,
running a finger across the bridge of her nose, which was covered with light
brown freckles.
“Ginny and I
took the kids to the park on Saturday…
We brought you back something,” she said, rolling away from him and
grabbing a small foil packet.
“Ooh! I didn’t realize they were selling these in
the park now,” he said happily as she handed it to him.
Opening the
packet, he dropped its contents onto her stomach, causing Hermione to look at
him curiously. "This is Trevor the
chocolate frog, and he is going on an adventure," Ron answered in response
to her unspoken question.
"You're
insane, you do realize that?"
"You
love me anyway," he replied, as he began to move ‘Trevor’ across her stomach,
Ron pressing him down slightly, just enough to leave a trail of chocolate
behind. "Uh oh," Ron
exclaimed, "Little froggy footprints."
"Oh
no!" Hermione laughed at Ron's silly grin.
"Such a
mess. Can’t take you anywhere, can I?" he asked, a wicked smile on his
face.
"You’re
an intelligent wizard, I’m sure you can think of a way to clean it up."
Grinning,
Ron lowered his mouth to her stomach, licking off the chocolate, dropping light
kisses across her midsection before making his way back to her lips. "I
love you, Hermione," he whispered as her arms came to rest around his
neck, her fingers lazily tracing figures on his back.
"I love
you too... I miss you so much when you
are gone..." she sighed.
"Hopefully
Smithers will retire soon and I won't have to go on these road trips
anymore," he muttered just before lowering his head to gently suck on her
collarbone.
"Mmm,"
Hermione moaned. "Keep doing
that..."
"Like
that do you?" he grunted, moving slightly upward to suck on her neck. "You're going to have to wear a scarf
tomorrow..."
"Mmmm...."
Ron laughed,
"Maybe I should go away more often, aye?"
Narrowing
her eyes. "No."
"All
right... It seems I still have some
making up to do for this last trip..."
Hermione
smiled. "Yes. Now less talking, more kissing…” she purred,
pulling his face back to hers for a torrid kiss.
**Much later**
“So, you
never did tell me how the kids were…”
“I guess we
got a little distracted,” Hermione grinned.
“I’d have to
agree there. Wearing my clothes! I’ll never be able to look at my knickers the
same way again!” he whispered in pleasant shock.
Hermione
giggled softly, “Then my plan worked.
Just think of how decadent you’ll feel next time you wear them…”
“Decadent? Randy is more like it,” he teased, nestling
her against him. “So how are the boys?”
“They want a
dog. Or a sister. They can’t decide,” she yawned in response.
“A sister
isn’t a half bad idea. Or another little
brother…”
“Ron…”
Hermione sighed.
“We may even
have created one tonight. Never
know. Of course if we did…” he trailed
off, looking thoughtful.
Hermione
turned to face him, looking at him with confusion. “Of course what?”
“If it’s a
boy, we’ll have to name him Trevor.”
Laughing,
Hermione asked, “And if it’s a girl?”
“Trevette? Trevita?
Trevorina?” Ron suggested, rattling off a few other variations on the
name.
“You’re
incorrigible!”
“And you
love me anyway,” Ron whispered, pulling her mouth to his.
“Yep, that I
do,” Hermione smiled after he pulled away.
Dropping her head onto his shoulder, she closed her eyes, hoping against
hope that he wasn’t serious about naming their hypothetical baby after
Neville’s accident-prone frog.
