Love - Ron/Hermione - NC-17
Title: Love
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Words: 489
Rating: NC-17

Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.

So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.

But not with his Harry.


Love
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Ron was twitchier than ever, but Malfoy never alluded to their coupling, by so much as a raised eyebrow.

Order members came and went, bringing news, being closeted with Harry for hours.

There were rumours that Narcissa Malfoy had been found, that she’d been captured, that she’d been killed.

Ron twitched at the M-word, every time.

“What is wrong with you?” Hermione asked, finally.

“What?”

“You’re so… jumpy.”

Ron shrugged one shoulder. “This house makes me jumpy,” he said. “Our houseguest makes me” hard, bite, come, “twitch.”

Hermione sighed.

“I know,” she said. “I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.”

Ron blinked at her.

“There is,” he blurted out, lunging forward, burying a hand in her hair and kissing her, clumsily.

“Ron,” she complained, twisting her face away and tutting as his mouth attached itself to her neck. “We agreed we wouldn’t do this.”

“Can’t help it,” he murmured, hauling her closer and moaning as she sat astride his lap.

“Ron, we agreed that last time was a mistake,” she said sternly, arching her back as he buried his face in her cleavage.

“Big mistake,” he said, his hands sliding under her skirt and cupping her arse as she settled closer against him.

“Ron, you apologised,” she gasped as his fingers slid into her knickers. “You said it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Huge mistake,” he whispered, his mouth closing over hers as he freed one hand and frantically unzipped his jeans.

“Oh, just this once, then,” Hermione muttered, one hand tangling in his hair as the other stroked the cock that leapt into her hand.

“I need you,” he moaned, fingers returning to her knickers and slipping beneath the white cotton.

“I know,” she said. “I need you, too.”

“Let me love you,” he murmured into her skin, his fingers sliding between her folds.

“This isn’t a long term solution,” she said against his lips, holding his cock in place and rubbing against him. “You do know we’ve broken up, right?”

“Don’t care,” he said, kissing her desperately as he came over her fingers. “You’re the only thing that keeps me sane, Hermione.”

She kissed him softly and started to stand.

“Hey,” he frowned. “Never let it be said I don’t make sure my girl enjoyed herself.”

“I’m not your girl,” she said, but she settled in his lap once more and sighed as he focused intently on her.

He held her tight as she bucked against his fingers, murmuring into her hair and pressing a kiss to her forehead as she came.

“We really have to find a better way to cheer ourselves up,” she said wearily, against his neck.

“Why?” he asked.

She chuckled. “Well, let’s say you do actually find yourself a girl?” she said, standing and straightening her clothes.

“Not gonna happen,” he said, tucking himself away, rezipping and missing the knowing look she gave the top of his head.


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