Books & Freckles

Fic: Ritual (Bill/Hermione/Charlie)

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:51:51 GMT

Title: Ritual
Pairing: Bill/Hermione/Charlie
Rating: Adult
Summary: The ink glistens against pale skin
Waring: Incest
Word Count: 535
Betas: florahart and heather11483
#3 of 10 for livelongnmarry auction winner heeroluva

(Ritual)

Fic: Coming Home (Ron/Hermione)

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 13:54:08 GMT

Title: Coming Home
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: Adult
Summary: Some things change while others remain the same
Word Count: 4465
Betas: florahart and heather11483
For Tart, the winner of the RonAThon auction

Coming Home

Fic: A Slight Complication 6/9

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 19:55:38 GMT

Title: A Slight Complication
Pairing: Fred/Hermione
Disclaimer: Not mine. never will be.
Rating: M
Notes/Warning: Mid-DH AU

Summary: After three months Hermione began to worry. Maybe she really was that unlucky. Maybe this entire hunt and all the work they were putting in would come to a close over something completely stupid as a last request for a girl who knew she might die. Another month and she’d gone from worry to full blown panic because now she was sure. Not only was there the obvious sign that she’d been ignoring from the start, but there was the swell to her stomach that certainly hadn’t been there before.

( A Slight Complication 6 )

Looking for a fic.

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 17:37:14 GMT

I am looking for a Charlie/Hermione fic. Charlie comes home for a visit and gets together with herminoe. He goes back to the reserve and keeps contact by writing. About a year later he comes home and goes to Hermione's room and after a proper hello hears something an finds a craddle at the end of the bed with his baby. I really enjoy this fic and cant find it. If anyone knows where to find it I would appreiciate it.

Fic: The Nineteenth of September

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:26:27 GMT

Title: The Nineteenth of September
Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine.
Rating: NC-17
Notes/Warning: Moping, sniffing and fluff

Summary: Hermione wanted to spend the day away from everyone, but Charlie disturbs her plans of moping.

The 19th of September is Hermione’s birthday, and it sounded better as a title than anything else. My first fic – please be gentle.

“So what brings you here?”
“You’re just asking, right? Not insinuating that I should just get myself to my own damn home and not force you to be awake right now?” Hermione held out her glass for another shot of firewhisky. “Because I really feel like no one wants me around right now. Kind of the reason why I’m here, Charlie. Feel free to call me a depressing whiny bitch.”
“I’d never call you a bitch, but you do seem depressed.”
Hermione just shrugged. Charlie seemed unsure what to say for a moment, then filled up her chipped glass, though only halfway to the brim. “Careful with the happifying yet poisonous effects of Ogden’s, mind you.”
“Happifying?”
“Was trying to make you smile. Worked, too.” Indeed, she was sputtering and giggling. “Or you could just really tell me why you felt bad enough to come here to sulk alone.”
“Not really alone. You’re here.”
“Yes, but you didn’t know that. I’m only here because of a slightly messed up schedule at the reserve, and I’m guessing your aim in coming here was...”
“My aim in coming to Harry’s deserted home was to light a fire, pour myself some whisky, drink it on my own, and feel sorry for myself.” Scooting up from the uncomfortable old couch, Hermione pushed herself up on her elbow and wiped the sweat off her temple. The fire and the whisky were relaxing her better than she had expected. “Today is my birthday.”
“Oi!” He straightened and grabbed her hand. “Happy birthday. How old are you now? No matter, you look better than ever. But wait – why aren’t you celebrating with the boys? The idiots forgot, didn’t they? I’ll –”
“They didn’t actually forget.” She took another sip of the whisky, a smaller one this time. Relaxing would be good, retching would not. “I made them.”
“You made them forget your birthday?” Now he was laughing. “Hermione Granger obliviated her birthday off her best friends’ already half-addled brains? Why?”
“Oh, I didn’t obliviate them, Charlie. I simply confounded them a bit at lunch earlier. They think today is next Thursday. And as for the reason, I didn’t want to be around them.” This time, she looked straight into his eyes. He stopped chuckling immediately.
“What the – what did they do? Did you fight?”
“No, it’s just. Bugger. I feel a bit guilty saying this but… they’re so happy, Charlie. Harry has Ginny, and they are disgustingly cute and this perfect textbook happy couple with two point five children and they still care about each other and snog when they think we’re not looking. And Ron has another simpering groupie with him each time we do a pub night. I don’t even ask their names anymore so I don’t get attached.”
He had started to laugh again, but forced himself to be serious. “Hey, I know it has to be tough.”
It was her turn to chuckle, and then hiccup as her gulp of air went the wrong way. “I’m not jealous! Hey, I know it would sound like that, but no – when you think about it, he and I have been apart something like twenty times as long as we were together. I wouldn’t want him back if you covered him in chocolate.” She sobered as she spoke. “But they are content and happy the way they live, and I don’t want to be the frowning, grumpy old maid sitting there making everyone uncomfortable because I’m alone and thirty-two now, and I have only my friends and my job and my flat which is embarrassingly devoid of other humans. I think they’ve started to feel guilty of being cheerful around me. Did you know Harry tried to set me up?”
“Who with?”
“I don’t know, someone Ron supposedly knows. The point is, I don’t want them to feel sorry about me at a time when I should be celebrating. I’d rather do that myself.” She clinked her glass to Charlie’s. “To me.”
“Do what? Feel sorry for yourself?”
“That was the original plan, but maybe I should rather celebrate.” She smiled at him, mentally noting that he looked as flushed as she felt. Maybe they should go easy on the fire. Or the whisky.
“All right. Here’s to the beautiful brilliant witch and her new year.”
Or maybe sit a little further away from Charlie Weasley. She frowned. “Oi, thanks for sounding about as credible in your description of me as the Skeeter woman. I’d expect better from you.” Damn. Why couldn’t she have run into someone who would let her stew in peace and Ogden’s, tonight of all nights, and not remind her of her old crush? She closed her eyes for a moment as images revived: muscles glimpsed through half-closed bathroom doors, sweaty dreams of kissing him in the shed, of running her hands over freckles and scars, soothing burn marks with her tongue –
“…Hermione? Are you there? I said I mean it. Skeeter and her entourage can go take a leap. You are. Well, beautiful, I mean.” He prodded her lightly with a calloused finger. “Woman, you are prettier now than you were as a young girl.” He grinned again, lightly grazing her knee when he pulled back. “Not that that’s the most important thing.”
“Thanks anyway,” she said, waving off memories of all the times she had stared in the mirror, willing her teeth to shrink. Odd thing, having Malfoy to thank for what was possibly the greatest physical improvement of her life. “To be honest, I’m not really grumpy about whether I’m pretty or not. Really. Ron’s girls are blonde bombshells and Ginny could still crack walnuts with her thighs and I’m cool with that.” She grinned at seeing Charlie cringe very obviously at the mental image. “What I do hate about myself getting old is that I’ve become… frankly, boring.”
“Boring? Excuse me. Are you still talking about yourself?”
She huffed. “Let’s be serious here, Charlie. I’m a woman past her – well, let’s call it past the glowing youth, whose social life consists of a get-together with school friends now and then. My greatest excitement in life is the creation of one 100% pure wool jumper on a single weekend. I draft laws at the ministry, then I go home to solve rune crossword puzzles. Not much to show for a life this long.”
She was expecting more laughter, but now Charlie had now straightened up, his face suddenly so serious that she wondered if she had drunk more than she realized, and said something very wrong. Quoted her last dream about him back at him, maybe.
“All right,” he said, after a short sigh. “First of all, I do know how that is; I’m forty and still living in the singles tent at a place where I have to line up for my dinner and work with creatures that smell like their dung more than anything else. So much for you being a failure.”
He held up a hand to stop her protests. “No, it’s your night, I wouldn’t dream of attempting to compete with you in the sacred sport of moping. Just realize you are not the only one to feel that life should be more than what it is. But what I really need to tell you is,” his gaze became more intense as he leaned down to her, “You’re being a fucking idiot.”
He jaw dropped, as one of those very rare moments in history occurred. For a long moment, Hermione was speechless, as her brain was trying to simultaneously process what Charlie had just said, and to prevent her for hexing his Adam’s apple off for it. Opting to take a deep breath instead, she slammed down her glass, but he cut off her answer before she could speak.
“I don’t mean that you’re an idiot because you should be grateful to have your job, or happy for the two idiots who obviously didn’t know a good thing when they saw one,” he explained. “I mean that it is astoundingly stupid of you, considering how smart you actually are, to settle for warming a seat in the bloody ministry and mothering your friends as if they couldn’t find their own balls without you. Which, come to think about it, they probably couldn’t.” He was speaking faster and faster. “You uncovered more secrets, learned more spells, created more ancient magic than anyone I have talked to. You’re an idiot if you don’t use all that to go after what you want, instead of – ”
Gripping his ears with both hands, which was probably less romantic than painful, she thought wryly, Hermione finally silenced with by planting a full kiss on his mouth.
“How’s that for starters?”
Eyes wide, he grabbed the arm rest of the couch for support. “I didn’t mean – ”
Fuck. Adolescent nightmare of rejection all over again. Not. Cry. “It’s all right. Charlie, sorry, I won’t try it again, it’s, well, the whisky and -”
His forehead knocking against hers when he lunged at her should not have hurt more than his ears, but the four, seven, oh, Merlin knows how many kisses he planted on her face made up for it. “Not sorry. No. I just – you shouldn’t just settle for me either. Always wanted – fuck. Well. Was never enough for that, right?” He straightened up again and looked into her eyes, stroking her cheek.
“Who always wanted what? Charlie, you better start explaining or I’ll have to… well, I don’t know what I’ll do but I suppose you hate women’s tears as much as the next bloke, and you’re in serious danger of making me cry with shame and humiliation right now.”
“I’m the one that’s humiliated here,” he said. “All those holidays, seeing you run around the Burrow, not being able to get near you? Knowing I’d never be good enough? And now you kiss me only when I try to cheer you up? I may be the most handsome one of the clan, but I’m not a slut.” He was trying to smile, she could see it, but even as she was kissing his knuckle she struggled to understand.
“Good enough? Are you, or were you, out of your fucking mind? I had a crush on you from the day I first saw you with your fresh burns!”
“You were a kid. A smart kid. You liked me well enough, but you grew into this amazing woman, and you are a war heroine, bloody hell, and famous for being the smartest witch of your generation, and you wouldn’t even take Ron although you’d practically grown up together and Mum had all but superglued him on you, and hell, I’m not the smart one, am I, Bill does the curse stuff. I’m just a bloke who has a penniless annoying family and a job that makes him scar and stink.” He was close now, her face just inches from hers, and it was easy to shut him up, gentler this time, with her fingers on his lips.
“Charlie... now you are the fucking idiot.”
And then she couldn’t hold back the tears any more, but at least she could cry sitting astride his lap, couldn’t she, wrapping her arms around him, both of them brushing off her tears and snot as, finally, frantically, they kissed.
Sniffing, she wiped over her face one last time as she leaned back to look at him fully. “All right. Now. We both stop feeling sorry for ourselves. You are here, aren’t you, and not just a figment of my over-heated imagination?” A squeeze on her bum made her aware that he certainly was there and very alive and solid. Oh. “Oh. Right. Then this birthday is the occasion to really go after what I want and fulfil one sordid teen fantasy that I’ve had for almost twenty years.”
“Hermione…” His voice, she noticed smugly, sounded definitely hoarse now, and the glint in his eyes matched the tingle in her stomach.
“Yes. Well. If you really meant what you just said, about wanting me, and since I meant what I said, about wanting you, then that, well, and not having done anything about it for so long, is enough to make us both huge fucking idiots anyway, and we should do something about it right now. So I suppose this would be a good time to shut up.”
No answer this time, only a long kiss that made her writhe against him and grip his arm with one hand, as the other fisted in his hair. And more kisses following it, which made her heat up and wrap her arms tightly around him and grind against his lap.
The bulge in his jeans, trapped under her, became even harder when she touched her tongue to his mouth, stroking along the seam of his lips, then nibbled lightly along his lower lip. His hands, hot and slightly trembling, ran along her back, her sides, dipping under her shirt, stroking the curve of her waist, pulling her closer to him.
She had to touch him, or she would surely explode, she knew. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, and yes – those scars and the ginger chest hair that she’d seen years ago, as he stepped out of the shower. But now the chest was even broader, there were even more scars and more hair, and Charlie gave a small groan when she ran open-mouthed kisses over the Burnished Blue tattoo close to his left nipple, up to his collarbone, and licked his earlobe, deeply inhaling a scent that she had only been able to imagine until now. Brilliant witch my arse, she thought, for her imagination had been nothing in comparison to the reality, this smell of soap and linen, and Charlie’s own aroused scent.
He had his fingers under some semblance of control by now, so that he could unbutton her shirt, kissing and biting her shoulder, making her whimper, then purr as he laved the red mark with his tongue. By the time the shirt had landed somewhere in the dark corners of the room and her skirt gathered around her thighs, her knees had become somehow numb from sitting on them for so long, and she knew his cock must be very uncomfortable, aroused by her moans and rubbing and still constricted in his pants, but when she attempted to get up, he held tight to her arms. “Don’t move. Yet. Please, love, want to see you like this…” She knew what he meant when, pushing down her bra, he buried his nose deep between her breasts.
“Haven’t your legs fallen asleep? You can’t be comfortable with me on top of you,” she mumbled, kissing his hair.
“Fuck legs. The rest of me is very awake. Just stay close to me.”
“You want my tits in your face? Just have to say the word.”
He chuckled as he sucked one nipple in his mouth, lightly nibbling. “Not done talking, then? Good. Always imagined you talking to me when I’d shag you senseless. The dirtier, the better.” His hand cupped the other breast, the thumb flicking over the nipple, and Hermione arched further into his hands.
“Dirty or not, I have to talk when I see you trapped under my weight and still in almost all your clothes. And by the way, if I’m supposed to be rendered senseless, wouldn’t that preclude talking?” With a kiss in his hair, again inhaling the dizzying scent of Charlie and lust, she got up, ignoring his protesting tweak of her nipple.
With a sigh, Charlie struggled to his feet, stumbling and trying to arrange his pants so he could actually walk in them. “So, you want to be rendered incapable of speech then? Maybe I should check my dragon-riding gear instead of my potions cabinet…”
“Ew. No potions or bits, please. Well. Just your private ones. Er. Your bits. And mine. For now.” She blushed.
He stepped close, holding both her hands and twining his fingers through hers. “So, are we really doing this, then?”
“We better.” She kissed him quickly. “We should catch up, I say. But in a bed, if possible.”
Hermione looked around the dark living room and the fire that was dying by now, the couch they had just got up from and the threadbare carpet under it. There was nothing else in the room.
Charlie turned to her. “You’re right. Don’t want rug burn. Next bedroom?”
“Race you there.”
“No.” Pecking her on the lips, he swept her up in his arms. “I can be a little cheesy at times, you know. I should get to carry you to bed at least once before I get old and rickety.”
The room was dark and cold. Charlie deposited her on the bed – none too gracefully.
“Ow!”
“Sorry about that”, he panted, grabbing for her arm. “Sorry. You might’ve been right about my legs.”
She giggled. “So at least you have me moaning already.”
He was relieved to be able to join her laugh when she climbed down from the bed and gave the old bed frame a kick. “No, Charlie, it’s just my elbow. I hit the wall. This thing is definitely too narrow.”
“And it probably hasn’t been changed or even dusted off in a long time.” He whipped out his wand. “A quick cleaning spell should do it.”
Luckily, her own wand was till in the pocket of her by now very wrinkled skirt. She grinned when she saw that Charlie, who had cleaned the bed and stepped away to allow her to enlarge it, had conjured a few candles by the time she had also warmed up the cleaned sheets.
“This looks better,” he said after whisking away the scratchy bedspread and softening the sheets for good measure. “You still want to do this?”
She crawled right in the middle of the bed “You ask me one more time and I’ll think you don’t want to.”
Grinning, Charlie dropped his wand on the bedside table and moved up to her. “The most beautiful thing I could think of. Right here with me.” As she wrapped her arms and legs around him, he ran his hand along her thigh, toward her centre, where her skin was smooth and soft, and heating up by the minute. “Want to touch you.”
“Touch me. Wait. Undress first.” Her bra still clung to her, pushed down, and her skirt was rubbing up against her thighs, no more comfortable than his pants which she now had to attack in earnest. “Let me.” So many buttons.
With an impatient huff, he reached again for his wand and flicked it at himself, banishing all his clothes. “Better this way. Get rid of socks and shoes too.”
She grinned. “Good idea. They can be embarrassing. But how about me?”
“I plan to divest you of your clothing slowly and savour it. ‘Soon as I manage to get this damn metal thing open.” With a muttered curse, he finally unclasped the bra and threw it off, licking one nipple. “Let’s see what else is there.”
Her skirt was easily unzipped and eased off her legs, and Hermione squirmed when Charlie stared at her lap with unashamed hunger in his eyes.
“Er, I bought myself a small gift yesterday. And this morning I decided to wear it.”
“No boring woman would have this under her skirt, Hermione. In fact, you look bloody gorgeous.” She gasped when he lowered his head and, gripping her thighs more firmly than was necessary to keep her still, licked her slit through the flimsy black lace. She was already soaking wet.
She could barely form a sentence when his tongue and lips were busy messing up her brain. “The gift clearly a good choice, then?”
“Both for you and for me.” He looked up to her, grinning and flicking his fingers over her clit, sending heatwaves straight into her. “Not just the lace. This swollen pink cunt, visible through it, just waiting… So wet for me…” Kissing down from her belly to her hipbones, he slowly pulled the knickers down and off, then looked back at her. “Can’t keep looking at it through material. Want to taste you. Properly. Spent too much time thinking about it.”
Her legs spread even before he began to push them apart. When his mouth again fastened on her, she threw her head back and dimly wondered if she was indeed the source of the strange moans filling the room. She had never imagined that she could sound so wanton.
Not that she imagined she could remain silent with Charlie running his tongue up and down her labia, then swirl it over her clit. Cupping her own tits and tugging on the nipples, she arched up to him as he gently took her clit between his lips and sucked on it. She felt his fingers, long and hot, dipping into her, spreading her juices, then entering her more deeply.
“Charlie, that’s… I’m.. yes. Yes. Oh…”
He continued lapping and sucking her, holding down her thrashing hips, rolling his tongue over her sensitive nub, and she heard herself, as from afar, screaming his name as heavy golden heat washed over her. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her toes curled, her whole body cramped up before she fell back against the bed, a wet, satisfied heap of bliss.
“Mhmmm. Come here...” A whimper was all she could manage, but she pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around his waist as her hands searched for his cock. He throbbed in her hands, and looking at the frown on his face and the beads of sweat on his neck, she knew how hard it must be to hover above her, not to crush her or come before even entering. “In me now. Please.”
“In you.” Wet as she was, it took one hard thrust and he was sheathed deep inside her, hissing at the pleasure. With a sound halfway between a chuckle and a cry, she grabbed his arse and pulled him closer. “Move. Oh, fuck, this is better than I… Move. You are so big – ” It almost hurt, but didn’t, and the pleasure of being stretched by his girth nearly made her black out. “Ohh.”
“Won’t last too long,” he panted, his head in the crook of her neck, and licked the sensitive spot under her ear. “You. So wet. Tight. So damn hot, Hermione.” Long, deep thrusts, although, by the size and the throbbing, she could tell he must be so close he could barely see. “So hot. Come for me again.”
She was moving with him, pushing back against him, her nipples rubbing against his chest. “You want me to come again?”
“Yes. Come on my cock. Want to feel you. Clench around my cock.”
“Lie down.”
Pushing him off her, she motioned for him to lie on his back and straddled him, panting. “Hold my bum. Grip it.” Just that little pain, the strong, calloused fingers, and she whimpered again as she slowly impaled herself on his cock and began riding him.
He began arching up to her, moving with her, squeezing the arse moving in his hands when she stilled him. “Wait.”
Lowering herself on his chest, she stretched out her legs and closed them. Now she was lying on him, and she grinned as Charlie groaned at the new tightness around his cock. She was squeezing him with her thigh muscles. “Best if you want me to come.”
“I want you to scream, Hermione.”
As he pushed deeper inside her, she slipped her hand between them, coating her fingers in their juices and flicking them over her clit. “Yes. Make me scream.”
Her head snapped back, and she focused on the slippery hardness of his cock moving in her, the clit under her fingers, the sparks of pain and lust of his fingers gripping her arse and his teeth on her neck. “Yes. Will scream… More…”
She arched and tensed, so close, just a tiny fraction of a second more, she could already feel the glow in her cunt that told her she would soon be there, and gave a half sob, clutching him even tighter in her.
Smack.
Charlie’s hand coming down on her arse, hard, sent her over the edge. Clenching, cramping, writhing on his cock, shouting obscenities and moans and syllables of his name, biting and clawing into his shoulder, Hermione came, pulling Charlie with her, into her, and with a long, inarticulate cry, he pulled her down on his cock fiercely and stiffened..
It had been a good idea to make him lie back, she thought much later, when she was capable of thought. He looked fairly knocked out. She would probably have been smothered if he had been on top, bulky as he was. As it was, she was smothering him. Shifting a bit to the side, though she had to release him out of her, she snuggled to his chest.
“You alive?”
“Mmm. No. Dead. Heaven. Probably.”
He draped his arms even closer around her. This is the thing, she thought. The pudding-like consistency of her limbs, the pleasure still twitching inside her, Charlie’s breathing next to her ear and the smell of sex filling the room all combined to give her a feeling of contentment that had her grinning from ear to ear.
What a night. What a crazy birthday. What a mad coincidence that Charlie should have been sitting around in here today of all –
Quick as a flash, she jumped out of bed and grabbed her wand.
“You! Get up!”
He sleepily blinked, then sat up, his eyes widening at the wand she was pointing in his face.
“What did the twins call you when you got the offer from Puddlemere United?”
“Broom-arse, and I don’t know under which threat they would have told you that because I hexed their hair off the first time they tried to tell anyone, and it’s been more than two hours since you came here so any Polyjuice would long have worn off by now.” He looked into her eyes and sighed. “Why don’t you trust me all of a sudden?”
“You don’t usually happen to come home from the reserve just because of paperwork.” She had lowered her wand, but was still eyeing him suspiciously. “And I’ve hardly ever seen you here. Not even during the war, when your family was living here. Not even when Ginny lived here with Harry. Why are you here today?”
He was staring at the rumpled sheets, and she thought he was blushing in the candlelight.
“Why are you here, Charlie? Is this some sort of set-up? How did I suddenly get to shag you on my birthday?”
He rubbed his face. “It wasn’t supposed to be a shag, really.”
“Supposed? So it was planned? Someone sent you here? To cheer me up and give me a birthday flirt as a consolation gift?” She could feel tears welling up again, only now they felt much worse. Much more humiliating. “Are you the call-boy of the family, then? I thought you were no slut.”
“Hermione.” He got up from the bed and stepped towards her. “I swear I will tell you, but please. First, put away the wand, and sit down, and believe me when I say that I really, really, truly wanted to … make love to you. Still do. Many more times. But I’d never had the guts to look for a chance, well, and I’d never have had a chance because I’d never known that you’d want to, and I’d never have known that you’d be here today.”
“So what happened?”
“I got a tip.” He smiled, and she could see that it was a shy smile, and suddenly she wanted to snuggle close to him again.
Well, she could at least take a few steps towards him.
“A tip? From whom?”
“Ginny.” Now he was clearly grinning. “It seems you confounded Harry quite perfectly. But when he went home and insisted that she should get ready for a Cannons game that isn’t due for another four days, she got suspicious. I guess he had told her that you’d be having lunch together. She floo’d Ron and found out that you’d rendered him – well – chronologically stupefied, too. And she knew it was your birthday, and she said you hadn’t really been a party animal last year, so she put two and two together and figured out you must be grumpy about this date.”
She sniffed and stroked his arm. “And where do you come in?”
“Well, she floo’d me then, and said I should come over if I didn’t want to miss the one single chance not to be a bloody pathetic fool all my life. Her words. And, well, she knew to call me because of this, I suppose.”
He accio’d his jeans and fished something out of a back pocket. “But first, sit down. Come. You’ll catch cold.” Sitting down on the bed beside her, he pulled the bedspread over them and pointed his wand on the small rectangle in his palm. “I need to enlarge it. See.”
It was a photo of herself, Harry, Ron and Ginny in their sixth year, taken, she remembered, during the few peaceful days when Harry and Ginny dated, before Dumbledore died. They seemed to be studying in the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ginny almost on top of each other, Ron sprawled on the carpet, herself buried under books and heaps of parchment.
“It’s... nice, but what does it have to do with you?”
“She developed a fancy for photo development and enlargement charms recently,” he explained and this time pointed his wand at a corner of the photo. “She said she’d found this a few weeks ago and shut up about it until she thought it could be useful, or rather, maybe I could be useful for once. Again, her words.” A circle in the picture, the spot showing her papers and books, she realized, began to enlarge until she could read the letters, first the titles of the books and then her scribbled notes on the parchment.
Hell.
The corner of a small scrap of parchment clearly read: “Charlie, I miss you.”
She dug her head under his chin and began to laugh. “I’m going to kill her. Or thank her. I remember writing that. It was such a frustrating year, and I’d gone so long without seeing you. I didn’t dare to write you, so I just scribbled random notes at you when I was distracted.”
He kissed the top of her head and threw both the photo and the wand back on the little table, then flopped back on the bed and drew her into his arms. “Well, I thanked her profusely, and then I came over here as fast as I could. And I swear I didn’t come here to get you drunk and seduce you. Just to give you your present.”
“Another one?” She kissed him, stroking his naked stomach under the bedspread. “You are enough. God. Thanks for galloping here all the way from Romania.” She kissed him again and wiped her eyes. “And sorry for sticking the wand into your face.”
“Yes, there is a present, and no, nearly putting my eye out with the wand is no problem because the sex part was really unplanned and I see how you’d get shocked at my presence once you’d sobered after the mind-blowing lovemaking session I presented you with.”
“Git.” She smacked his arm, then snuggled back into it. “So, what is it, then?”
“You have to make me accio things all the time, don’t you?” Sighing, he reached for the wand again and zoomed something from another pocket of his jeans into his hand. He enlarged it into a small, flat parcel and handed it to her. “And once more, happy birthday. Although the day is probably over by now.”
She carefully removed the wrapping paper from the gift and turned it over. “A book?”
“Yes, and it’s not another edition of that Hogwarts history tome you love. It’s not even magic. I went to a Muggle bookstore.”
She ran her fingers over the bright-coloured letters on the cover. “The Smart Woman’s Guide to Happiness. Hm. Engaging title.”
“Figured it might appeal to you.”
“It does, Charlie.” Reaching for her own wand, she conjured a quill and opened the book. “It just needs a small addendum.”
In clear letters, she wrote on the first page, “Get and keep Charlie Weasley.”

Fic: A Slight Complication 5/9

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:49:04 GMT

( A Slight Complication 5 )

I-Tunes Challenge

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 21:24:54 GMT

10 x 100 word (or so) drabbles about the realtionship of Hermione/Fred. They do all flow so should be read together.

I know I have already done part 1 of the I-Tunes challenge but I didn't think I could make it work. I got another 10 songs and managed to rearrange them to form some sort of a story. I hope you enjoy this. I tried my best :D

Rating - K - T

Warnings - Occasional bad language and discussion of Adult Situations

It is not a happy ending!

The challenge: Put your iTunes on shuffle, and write a drabble based on each of the first ten songs that play

http://lynette07.livejournal.com/1624.html

Sorry but I couldn't resist giving this a go!

Fic: For His Ears Only (Hermione/Ron, Adult)

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 07:43:15 GMT

Title: For His Ears Only
Author: luvscharlie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Warnings: Strong sexual content, adult language, semi-public sex (sort of)
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: It is Hermione Granger's first day of work in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and her first night in a new home. Ron makes both unforgettable.
Word Count: 6,206
Notes: Thank you westwardlee and eruditefics for the betas. All remaining mistakes are my own. Originally written for shyshutterbug's request for the Love is in Bloom Exchange at rwhgficexchange
AND 33. Cuddle on smut_69; 86. Voice on lover100; 34. Night and Day at potterprompts; 16. Puppy/Kitten at 25fluffyfics; 42. Life at 100quills
Unlocked at my Insane Journal: Here

For His Ears Only

Hermione walked into the Ministry of Magic to report for her first day of work at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. She proceeded to the security desk and had her wand checked.

"Good morning, Hermione."

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley."

"I thought I would meet you and walk you to your new office."

Arthur Weasley was one of the kindest men she knew. "That would be lovely, thank you."

"Well, I didn't think Ron would appreciate it if I let you get lost on your first day."

♥

Her day had started with Mr. Weasley's greeting and had been a flurry of activity. She attended a meeting of all Department Heads, where she had been called upon to discuss her intentions as head of the department by someone she was sure only asked to embarrass her, convinced she would have no answer, as it was only her first day. She had stood up proudly and spoke for more than ten minutes, giving a detailed account of what her plans for the department would entail. Kingsley winked at her when she sat back down. Some seemed to think she had only been given this job because she was Harry Potter's friend. She would show them. Not only would she do this job, she would do it better than it had been done before.

Much to her delight, there were people calling her 'Madam' and rushing around to do what she told them. Time seemed to speed forward as she worked to move some of the stacks of paper from her desk. Hermione was in her element. She had her own office, and there was this lovely new desk and this comfortable chair…She was, for lack of a better word, giddy over this job. This was what heaven was like, she was certain. She leaned her head back in her new chair and closed her eyes, but was jerked quickly from her blissful thoughts by the sound of Ron's voice.

"I've been waiting on you for two hours." He stood in the doorway of her office, arms crossed over his chest.

His voice was angry and annoyed. She had to admit he had the right to be upset with her. She had spent the entire week getting ready to start this job, sitting in on meetings and reading files. Harry and Ginny were gone on their honeymoon, and she and Ron needed to find a place to live, so he had taken over that task without any input from her. He found a flat for them and made arrangements for all their things to be moved from Grimmauld Place. They were supposed to meet there and spend their first night together in the new home he had arranged for them. She knew he had hired people to do it (one of the benefits of working at the shop with George was that finances were no longer in scarce supply), but still, he had made all of the arrangements without complaint.

"Ron, I'm sorry. I completely—"

"Forgot. Yeah, I figured as much." He held up the bag containing two boxes of take-away and came to sit on the opposite side of her desk passing her one of the cartons of food.

"Thanks," she said, quite ashamed of herself.

"Um-hm," he said still sounding annoyed. "So tell me what was so important about your day that it made me completely forgettable."

"Oh, it wasn't like that—I mean, you could never be—I mean— I really am sorry."

He smiled at her. "Hermione, relax. I'm teasing you a bit. I was annoyed at first, but now I'm just teasing you. I'm sure I can find a way to punish you later." He winked at her, "Seriously, tell me about your day."

She started with the greeting by Ron's dad this morning and didn't take a breath until she had told him about her entire day. She looked across the desk to see him smiling at her, with his arms folded across his chest and his feet propped up on her desk. Her desk was not a proper place for feet, but she would let it slide this time, all things considered.

"You're laughing at me," she said.

"No, I'm smiling at you. There's a difference. I just haven't seen you this excited about something in a long time. Impressed the arrogant bastards at that meeting, did you?"

"It felt so good to see the looks on their faces when I sat back down, Ron."

"That's my girl. And Kingsley was impressed?"

"He was indeed," said Kingsley from the doorway. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, walking over to shake Ron's hand. "Good to see you, Ron."

"Nice to see you too, Minister."

"I'm on my way out for the evening," said Kingsley, "but I thought I'd stop by and tell Hermione what an outstanding job she did today." He turned to face Hermione. "You were brilliant. You should have seen her in that meeting, Ron."

"No need to impress me. I already think everything she does is brilliant." Ron winked at her.

"Well, anyone who thinks you got this job by being Harry Potter's friend walked out of there today with a different opinion of Hermione Granger."

Hermione could feel the blush spreading across her cheeks. "Thank you, Minister."

"No, thank you. It makes the doubters think I might actually deserve this job when I hire people like you. Have a good night, you two."

Hermione was still blushing after Kingsley departed. They both remained silent as they finished the rest of their take-away and tossed the cartons into the bin. She could feel Ron's eyes boring into her from his seat on the opposite side of her desk. "Ron, you're staring."

"I doubt the Minister of Magic, himself, comes to congratulate everyone on their brilliant first day of work, you know? I'm proud of you. Congratulations, baby."

"Thank you," she said, feeling the blush on her cheeks deepen. "So how was your day?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "The shop made a lot of money, but I can't say it was overly stimulating or as exciting as your day seems to have gone. I certainly didn't become so engrossed with my work that I forgot what I plan to do to you tonight."

Hermione rushed to close her office door. "Ron! Somebody might hear you, and it's only my first day and—and what do you think you're doing?" He pulled her onto his lap and began working the buttons of her shirt open.

She pushed his hands away, but it almost seemed as though he had grown an extra pair. He had her shirt unbuttoned and off, tossing it to the floor within a matter of moments. He began trying to work the clasp of her bra free, as he kissed her shoulder. She heard voices in the hallway passing her door.

"We are not doing this here," she hissed at him.

"Oh, but we are," he said giving her a smarmy grin. "I've been waiting for two hours to shag you in our new flat. The flat I did all the work to get for us, and you never bothered to come home. So I, being the marvelous boyfriend that I am—" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, Ron, you are marvelous," she said, sounding quite sarcastic even to her own ears.

"Thank you," he said, ignoring her tone and going back to the task of unfastening her bra. "Who in Merlin's name made these damn hooks? They're bloody impossible to get open." He grumbled to himself under his breath. "Not every bloke would go and pick up food for his girl, so she wouldn't starve, after she forgot all about him. You could show a little appreciation, Hermione. Honestly."

"I will show you all the appreciation you want and can imagine at home." She tugged his fingers away from the clasp of her bra and attempted to retrieve her shirt from the floor, but was unable to reach it. "Tell me how the flat looks," she said, in an attempt to distract him. "Does it look good?"

"Like a flat. It will look better when I have you in it kiss-starkers-kiss-inkiss-our-kiss-bed-kiss."

"You know, when you kiss me after every word, it makes me want you to talk all night. Take me home and let me show you how much I love you," she purred in his ear, trying to persuade him.

"Nope, you had your chance to show me at home, but you never showed up, love. Now I want you right here," he said. He tugged her more firmly across his lap, as he finally succeeded in removing her bra.

She crossed her arms over her breasts in an attempt to cover herself. "Ron! There is a window in the door. What if someone sees us? I am NOT shagging you in my office."

"Yes, you are," he said. "There aren't many people here. Most of them have already gone home for the day." No sooner had the words come out of his mouth than several voices passed her office.

He seemed unfazed by the panicked sound she made upon hearing the voices so close to her door. She looked down to see that he had already unfastened his trousers and his cock was standing at attention as he stroked it against her thigh. She never tired of looking at him, and she was mesmerized for a moment-- but only a moment as another voice passed by her door, this time even closer still.

"Ronald Weasley, I swear to you—what are you doing? Ron, no. I am serious."

He paid her protests no mind. He swiped the entire contents from the top of her desk into the floor with one arm and roughly shoved her face down over her desk with the other. "So you're really not turned on?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"No, I'm really not turned—Oh gods, yes," she shrieked as his fingers slipped beneath her skirt and under the cloth of her knickers, gently separating her folds and rubbing lightly with the pads of his fingers.

"Liar," he whispered in her ear. "Your cunt is dripping wet for me."

There was no point denying it. The proof was there pooled between her legs, and his fingers were doing the most delicious things to her clit. His cock pressed up against her entrance with only the thin barrier of her knickers between them. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, Hermione."

"I will not. We are in my office for Merlin's sake."

Ron stepped back away from her.

Was he actually going to stop? Did he not recognize when she was protesting simply for the sake of propriety? They were not supposed to shag in her office. No doubt, it was exciting, but that did not make it acceptable. The fact that someone might catch them only made it all the more exciting…and all the less acceptable. Between the two of them, Ron was the one who took chances, broke rules and, at times, challenged her to do things she would never have been brave enough to do alone. He was the adventurous one, so why was he listening to her now? "Why are you stopping, Ron?"

"You told me to."

Well this was a fine time for him to actually start doing what she asked of him. She groaned in exasperation.

She could think of nothing sexier or more exciting than Ron shagging her atop her brand new desk where any of her new co-workers could walk in and catch them at any moment. She wanted to feel his hips rocking against her as he entered her with long, slow strokes. It would be the perfect angle to allow him to reach the spot inside of her that made her world explode. After all, this desk was almost precisely the same height as the table at Grimmauld Place, and much to Harry's dismay, it was one of their favourite places to shag, and—oh, she was thinking entirely too much on this, when she really wanted to be doing it.

"I'm only doing what I'm told, love." He was smirking at her. Damn him. He knew her far too well sometimes.

"Since when did you start doing what you're told?" she whinged.

"I figured I better start since we're moving into our own place today. When Harry and Ginny come home from their honeymoon, they'll have Grimmauld Place all to themselves."

The prat! He knew she wanted him, and he was forcing her to do something about it. She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder, then stood and leaned back against him, his chest firmly against her back as his cock pressed against the cheek of her arse, hard and demanding. She reached behind her, wound her hand behind his neck and pulled his head forward to capture his lips for a kiss. She checked behind her to make sure he was watching, as she slid her knickers down her legs. He groaned into her neck, when she reached for his hand and placed it against her wetness. "Ron," she said in a low whisper, which she hoped sounded seductive and sexy. He pressed his body even closer against her back, though she hadn't thought it possible.

"Hermione," he moaned.

She reached back behind her into his open trousers, wrapping her hand around him and stroked up and down his length. He shoved his trousers and shorts down past his hips to grant her better access to his hard shaft, as his breathing quickened. She pressed his tip against her wetness, grinding her hips down and penetrating herself with his cock. "Make me come, Ron."

"Bloody hell, I can't resist when you do that," he said, as she ground herself down onto him again. He thrust up hard to meet her twisting hips and, though she bit her lip, a small squeal escaped them.

"Too hard?" he asked, his voice taking on a concerned tone, as his chest pressed her to the desk, his lips next to her ear, his knuckles white and inches from her own hands as he gripped the edge of her desk for added leverage. There wasn't an inch of her body that he didn't cover with his own. The feel of him-- he felt like – was there a word to describe that kind of perfection? She didn't think so.

"Just a bit too hard," she replied, sliding her hand atop one of his and turning her head to look at his face. He was beautiful; he was hers; and she loved him with all that she was.

"Tell me how, baby." His next stroke was long and slow, and at just the right angle to reach where she most wanted to feel him.

"Yes," she hissed, teeth clenched. "That's it."

"Just like that?" he asked, making another identical stroke.

"Uh huh. Merlin, that's good," she gasped, as she rocked her hips in time with his. "It's perfect." If there was another word, she really must find it. 'Perfect' was far too common a word to describe what this was. This was so much sweeter than perfection.

His thrusts quickened and she knew he had reached his breaking point. He twisted her clit between his fingers as he came. Ron continued his manipulations of her clit and, even after his orgasm subsided, he remained buried within her. "Are you close, love?" he asked.

"Yes," she hissed, "so close. Don't stop."

"I'm not stopping, baby." He moved his lips closer to her ear so that he could whisper into it. "I love you. I can't wait to take you home and make love to you in our new flat. I'm going to make you come so hard you see stars tonight."

His words were enough to finish her off. She came with his name on her lips. He captured her mouth in a kiss just in time to muffle the sound and swallow down her words.

Hermione retrieved her discarded clothes and dressed, as Ron sat back in her chair, his feet once more on her desk (we really must talk about that) watching her with a roguish grin on his handsome face.

"What are you thinking about that's put such a smile on your face, Mr. Weasley?" she teased.

"Just thinking about taking you home—sounds strange to say 'home' aloud, doesn't it?—and seeing if our table works as well for this as your desk."

"We should definitely go home and try out that table. Hm, I think home sounds just wonderful when you say it." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he Apparated them home.

~~♥ ♥~~

Hermione snuggled down under the covers in the center of their new bed. She certainly loved the way that sounded. She heard Ron's footsteps as he entered the room.

"Oi! You think you might share a bit of the bed? You are such a bed hog and a cover stealer," he said, "Shove over."

She gave him her best attempt at a pitiful look. "I was over on your side of the bed because I wanted to snuggle with you. Seeing as that's how you feel, I'll just move over to my own side."

He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her back against him. She was forced to her knees in order to be tall enough to wrap her arms around his neck as he stood beside the bed. "Come here, you."

She bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud at him. He was never able to resist when she gave him the pitiful look or used what she always thought of as the sad-little-helpless-voice. He was so predictable sometimes.

She pressed her forehead to his. "So are you going to bring me take-away to my office every evening? Cause if you are, I think I might need to put in a request to have my desk reinforced and that window removed from my door."

"No, because you're going to be here tomorrow evening when I get home. You'll have dinner made and the flat is going to be so clean I could eat off the floors and---"

She put her hand to his forehead. "I think that shag exhausted you to the point of delusions. Poor baby."

"Nah, just trying to get you to row with me," he said, pushing her down on the bed. She pulled the duvet up as he slid in beside her.

"That's not going to happen. I am much too relaxed to row with you tonight." Hermione yawned and reached for a book on the bedside table, but Ron took it from her hand and tossed it away.

"Are you still looking to row?" she asked, indicating where her book had landed. "I'm thinking I just might be up for a good row after all. Why did you throw my book, Ronald?"

"I only want to row if we can make-up for hours afterwards. Besides, you said you wanted to snuggle with me. Don't you remember?"

"Yes, but—"

"So come here and snuggle with me, witch."

"You couldn't have snuggled up next to me while I read?"

"No."

"And why not, might I ask?"

"I want your undivided attention. That is why." Ron shifted and put his head in her lap.

"You just wanted to put your head in my lap so I would stroke your hair," she grumbled under her breath.

"I can think of several reasons why I might want to put my head in your lap." He grinned impishly up at her as she began running her fingers through his soft, ginger locks.

"I can think of several reasons why I might want your head in my lap." She returned his smile and brushed a lock of hair back that had fallen over his brow. "You like being petted more than Crookshanks, you know. I keep expecting you to purr when I stroke you."

"Stroke the right parts and I might." He opened one eye to look up at her.

"You are incorrigible, Ron Weasley."

"Me? I'm not the one talking about where I should stroke you to make you purr. You are the incorrigible one, Hermione." He lowered his voice, "By the way, where should I stroke you to make you purr, kitten? I already know some of the spots, but if there's some I've missed, you should tell me about them. Hearing you purr is one of my favourite sounds. It sounds almost as good as hearing you scream my name when you come."

"Call me kitten again, and all you're going to hear is the back of my hand connecting with the side of your head."

"Ah, come on, Hermione. Let me call you kitten. It fits you perfect."

"It does not. It doesn't fit me at all."

"Sure it does. When you get all sore with me, you hiss and whinge and bring out your claws." She scowled at him, but he was oblivious. He raised his head from her lap, yanked the duvet from around her and continued his analogy.

One hand tickled its way up her calf and along her inner thigh, as the other teased her nipple into a hard point. His lips were against her ear, and his voice was barely audible as he began to whisper, "But nobody else gets to call you kitten. Nobody else—nobody but me."

She would never admit it, but there were few things that turned her on faster than when he talked to her in that possessive way, claiming her as his.

"I'm the only one who knows where to stroke you." His finger slipped inside her. "I'm the only one who knows where to lick you." His tongue darted out and into her ear, warm and wet. "I'm the only one who gets to kiss you until you're breathless in my arms." He captured her lips with his, and the kiss was deep. It lasted so long she was gasping for air when they finally broke apart. He pulled away from her and smirked when she whimpered. "When we come home at night—I still can't believe I get to come home to you every night, love—I'm going to pet you all over until you're curled up in my lap or in my bed purring with contentment." Ron sat up and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her in his arms.

Gone was the teenage boy who had fumbled for the right words; before her now was a self-confident man who knew just what to say to make her heart beat in double-time. "Ron, that's enough. I'm convinced. You can call me whatever you want," she said, kissing him hard on the mouth and slipping her tongue past his lips.

"Not quite finished yet," he said. "Nobody else is ever going to hear you purr. They won't have the chance. Only me. It's the sound you make when you curl up next to me at night, right after we've made love and you're snuggled up against my side."

She hadn't thought it possible to love him more than she already did. She realized how wrong she was as her heart swelled to near bursting with each word that tumbled from his lips.

"And when I need to be inside you—when I've got to have you right then, you rake your nails over my back, like a little wildcat leaving scratches with your sharp little claws. See why kitten is the perfect name for me to call you? My kitten. Only mine."

She nodded, kissing him, as he pushed her down into the mattress. She clung to him, pulling him down with her. The all consuming passion and I-need-to-shag-you-right-now desperation of earlier was gone. This was lovemaking. Ron was gentle, loving, taking his time to kiss and caress her tenderly, to whisper the pretty words she loved to hear him say.

She ran her fingers through his hair, parting her lips to the demands of his eager tongue. Her legs wrapped around his waist. "Only yours. Forever yours. Make love to me, Ron."

He entered her slowly, kissing her neck and ear. His fingers flicked lightly across her nipples and she arched into the contact. He worked his hand between them and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in a circular motion. "Purr for me, Kitten," he whispered.

As much as she had hated the name when he first said it, just the sound of it rolling from his lips was enough to make her body tremble. He increased the speed of his thumb's circles, as well as the pace of his thrusts, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy and pulling her over the edge.

She rode out the waves of her orgasm as he quickened the pace of his strokes, "Love you, Kitten," he whispered in her ear as he exploded with a final hard thrust into her.

She planted light kisses on his face as his breathing slowed and she curled into his arms beneath the covers. "I love you too."

~~♥ ♥~~

Hermione awoke the next morning to the sound of knocking on the front door of the flat and the shower running. She pulled on her dressing gown and answered the door wondering who would be visiting so early in the morning. The sun hadn't even risen yet.

"Hermione," Ginny squealed, as she and Harry entered the flat.

"Good morning, Hermione," Harry said, smiling at her. "I'm sorry we woke you, but Ginny was excited. We just got back and she wanted to see your new place."

They looked so happy. Their smiles were infectious. "How was the honeymoon?" Hermione asked. She went to the kitchen and searched the cabinets for what she needed to make coffee. She had not taken the time to check the night before, and wasn't even sure they had coffee. She shuffled things around until she found what she needed.

"The honeymoon was fabulous," gushed Ginny.

Hermione heard the door to the loo open, and Ron strode out with a towel slung low around his hips.

"Kitten, are you awake?" he asked, heading in the direction of their room.

"Ron, I'm in here," she called. "Harry and Ginny are here too."

"Be there in a few," Ron replied, closing their bedroom door to get dressed.

She turned to look at the newlyweds. Harry was smirking at her and Ginny was biting her lip in an attempt to stifle a giggle.

"Kitten?" Harry mouthed, arching an eyebrow at her in question.

"Just never you mind what he calls me, and don't you dare tease him. Do you hear me, Harry Potter? Not a word! I swear, if you make it so Ron stops calling me that, I will hex your bits off. And don't you think for one minute that I won't." She pointed her finger at him to more firmly convey her warning.

Harry held up his hands, as if in surrender. "Okay, okay. Calm down. I won't say anything. I just want to know how in Merlin's name he convinced you to let him call you kitten. See what happens when we go away for a week, Gin. Our best friends turn into strangers. It seems as if she rather enjoys being called kitten, so maybe we should start calling her that too."

"I would swear somebody's put her under the Imperius Curse. The Hermione I know would never allow, much less enjoy, being called – what was it again?" Ginny laughed. "Kitten, I believe it was?"

"I am quite serious! Both of you listen up. Not a single word to embarrass him, or I will not be responsible for the lack of non-functional body parts your husband leaves here with, Ginny."

Harry grimaced. Ginny grinned.

"My brother has apparently become rather good at getting what he wants in our absence. I'm still waiting to hear what Ron did to convince you to allow him to call you that—that hideous name."

"Ron can be very persuasive when he wants to be." Hermione looked up to see Ron exiting their room. He was clad only in a pair of worn denims, hair still wet from the shower and whistling.

"Someone's in a good mood this morning," said Harry.

Ron's ears turned a bit red in response. Hermione thumped Harry on the back of the head.

"Ow. What'd I do? Blimey, Hermione, that hurt," he said, as he rubbed the back of his head. "I only said he was in a good mood," Harry grumbled.

Ginny took Harry's hand and led him toward the door. "We're going to go while my husband still has all of my favourite parts attached and in working order. We'll just see you two later."

When the door closed behind the newlyweds, Ron turned to Hermione, "What was that all about?"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders in feigned bewilderment. "I have no idea. Now come over here and tell me good morning properly."

The corner of Ron's mouth turned up in a lopsided smile, and Harry and Ginny's visit was soon forgotten.

~~♥ ♥~~

Ron sat on the sofa watching her as she moved around the flat. As she walked by him, he reached out and captured her around the waist, tugging her down onto his lap.

"You smell good," he said, rubbing his face into her hair and neck.

"I am never going to get to work at this rate."

"Good, stay home."

"Ronald, you have to let me up or I'm going to be late for work," she said, struggling to get off his lap.

"Floo call and tell them you're ill," he whinged against her neck, as his teeth nipped at her earlobe.

"Ron, it's only my second day of work. I can't pretend to be ill."

He was not finished trying to convince her to skive off work. He nuzzled his nose against her neck. "I'll write you a note."

"Really? And what will your note for me say?" His warm breath against her neck was weakening her resolve and making it difficult to concentrate.

"Something like 'please excuse Hermione from work today, she was in desperate need of a shag.' How's that?" he asked working his tongue past her lips.

There was a loud crash outside their window which startled them both, but Ron was off the sofa and at the window, wand at the ready, before Hermione could process what was happening.

He looked out the window and shook his head in disgust. "We are getting my parents an owl for Christmas this year. I don't care what they say." Grumbling under his breath, he exited the flat, returning a few moments later with his parents' owl, Errol, in tow.

"Bloody bird knocked itself out." Ron laid the now semi-conscious owl on the table and went to get him some pellets of food and some water, as Hermione detached the parchment from the owl's leg.

"He's too old to carry post for even this short distance. I've tried to tell them I'll get them another bloody owl," said Ron as he re-entered the kitchen.

Hermione unrolled the parchment and silently began to read:

Ron,
~~I heard~~ I know you ~~came~~ visited with Hermione at the Ministry yesterday. For future reference, the blue box on Hermione's desk is equipped with a Sonorus charm for making announcements throughout the Ministry. The next time you ~~come~~ visit, it would be wise to make sure it is ~~not turned on~~ Oh, for Merlin's sake, next time make sure the red light in the center of the blue box is lit up. I spent most of yesterday evening modifying the memories of co-workers who heard the two of you –Well, you know what they heard when the Sonorus ~~came on~~ was activated.

Dad

She finished reading the rolled up note and looked at him.

"What is it, love?" Ron asked, concern furrowing his brow at the look on her face.

"I'm not going to work today."

"In desperate need of that shag, are you?" he asked with a wicked grin. "I'm more convincing than I thought."

"I'm never going to the Burrow again either," Hermione replied, passing him the parchment. "In fact, I don't think I can go anywhere your father might be ever again."

Ron had just finished reading the note from his father when Pigwidgeon hooted at the closed window. Ron let him in and removed the parchment from the little owl's leg. Hermione watched as Ron's eyes scanned the parchment before passing it to her. He grinned when he finished reading the note, and wrapped his arms around her waist kissing up and down the column of her neck as she read.

Ronald,
Minister Shacklebolt asked your father to inform Hermione that she may take the day off, as some memories still need modifying before she returns to the office. I am certain George will not mind if you would like the day off as well, dear. I am quite ashamed at your behavior. Honestly, I raised you better than this. Perhaps you should use this time off to think about what you've done and the embarrassment you have caused your father.

Mum

P.S. Do not even think about skiving off the family dinner. I will expect you both here on time this Sunday.

Ron pushed Hermione towards the kitchen table and sat her on top of it lifting her legs around his waist, as he loosened the tie of her dressing gown and pulled it down her shoulders.

"And just what do you think you're doing, Ron?"

"You read the letter. We're supposed to be thinking about what we've done. We don't have your desk here, so this will have to do, Kitten."

Though mortified at the thought of facing Ron's family again, Hermione burst into a fit of giggles, which soon became moans as Ron's hands and lips drove her mad with desire.

"Purr for me, Kitten," he whispered in her ear.

The scratches she left on his back that morning left little doubt that his kitten could also be a wildcat when the occasion warranted.

♥ ♥ ♥

A week later, as they lay cuddled together side-by-side on their bed, Ron reached beneath the mattress and came up with a small box. "I wanted to save this for later, but I can't wait."

He opened it and revealed a small, tasteful ring inside that instantly brought tears to her eyes. "I must have looked at a million of these before I picked one. I had a bigger one picked out, until I saw this one. I knew it was the one as soon as I saw it. You have to look close, because it's deep inside the stone. Do you see it, love?"

She had to squint and hold the ring up to the light to see what he was referring to, but if one looked close enough, within the depths of the clear stone, a tiny kitten was jumping and batting its paw at a butterfly.

"Is it a charm?"

"Must be," Ron replied. "The fellow at the shop said he'd never seen anything quite like it. He said it had been there for several years, and I was the first person to even look at it because it already had an inscription."

She turned the ring over to look inside the thin band. She had to squint, once again, but the words inscribed there stole her breath, 'For my kitten'.

"I couldn't wait to give it to you. It was like it had been waiting there for me to come along and find it." He took her hand and placed it on her finger. It was a perfect fit, and oddly, she had never doubted that it would be.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, "I love you."

"Does that mean you'll marry me?" Ron asked.

She nodded her head and kissed him again. "Yes," she whispered with her lips near his ear. "Make me purr, love."

And he did…time and again.

♥ ♥ ♥ Fin. ♥ ♥ ♥

ORIGINAL REQUEST [of shyshutterbug]
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive: Any "first" in Ron and Hermione's relationship.
Preferred Genre(s): I'm pretty open as to comedy vs. drama, but romance is a must.
Preferred Rating(s): Any/all, though I prefer higher ratings
Canon or AU?: Canon
A specific you want: Cuddling
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Incest; kink (BDSM, bestiality)

It's Party Time, 3/3

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 03:59:29 GMT

Title: It's Party Time, Chapter 3 of 3
Author: Angela a.k.a Coonassblondie
Rating: NC-17. Here be lemons.
Word Count: About 1700
Summary: Hermione is having a flat-warming party, and the guests get up to some naughty games.
Pairing(s): Hermione/Charlie/Fred/George

It's Party Time, Part 3

Fic - A Quaint Autumn Afternoon

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 20:22:50 GMT

Rating - K

Summary - How Ron told Hermoine of his feeling for her.

...... because everyone needs some fluff once in a while!

Nothing to do with the i-tunes challegne

I found this story on my livejournal from last year and i'd forgotten to post it here! Hope you enjoy!

http://lynette07.livejournal.com/829.html

Fic - #1 Making a Memory Fred/Hermione

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 20:15:48 GMT

Song Number 1 - Making a Memory - Plain White T's

The challenge: Put your iTunes on shuffle, and write a drabble based on each of the first ten songs that play

Rating - K

Summary - Fred knew he had blown the second she walked in the door.

Sorry it looked like a fun challenge so I thought i'd give it a go!

http://lynette07.livejournal.com/1302.html

Fic: A Slight Complication 4/9

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 12:23:24 GMT

10 Drabbles: iTunes Challenge

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 12:22:10 GMT

The challenge: Put your iTunes on shuffle, and write a drabble based on each of the first ten songs that play.
Pairing: Fred/Hermione
Rating: K - T

( Lonely People )

( Fear )

( Ring My Bell )

( Mr. Brightside )

( Hey There Delilah )

( Best I Ever Had )

( Crank Dat Harry Potter )

( The Gambler )

( Nobody's Home )

( Breaking The Habit )

Fic: Songs of the Heart, 2/10, (Fred/Hermione, G)

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 15:45:21 GMT

Title: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Author: hideinshadows15
Pairing: Fred/Hermione
Rating: G
Summary: On a cloudy day Hermione relaxes.
Word Count: 133

A/N: 2nd drabble in response to this prompt: Put your iTunes on shuffle, and write a drabble based on each of the first ten songs that play. Enjoy!

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

No one could have believed that the poor little bookworm would fall in love with one of most notorious pranksters of Hogwarts. But here she was, lying in a patch of tall grass, staring up at a sky of bright blue with a tall red head by her side.

“Do you see that one Hermione?” Fred said softly, pointing to one of the soft white clouds far above their heads. “It looks like a dragon to me. What do you think?”

“I don’t see the dragon, it looks like a big lump of nothing.” She responded, turning her head slightly to the side to try and find the scaled beast.

“It’s right there! See the wings? And the tail?” He said trying to point to each.

“Whatever you say Love, whatever you say.”

Song: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by The Beatles

Moments of Love, chapter 16

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 09:45:05 GMT

Title: Moments of Love
Author: Carouselina
Summary: A collection of sweet and humorous moments from the months when Ron and Hermione are expecting baby Rose.
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13/T
Genre: Humour, Fluff, Romance
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the brilliant JKR.
Chapter: 16: "The Princess Is Born - Part 1" - Nine months and one broken water later...

"Incoming woman in labour!"

(also on Fictionalley.org)

Fic: Songs of the Heart, 1/10, (Fred/Hermione, G)

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 00:57:36 GMT

Title: The Way You Look Tonight
Author: hideinshadows15
Pairing: Fred/Hermione
Rating: G
Summary: Fred thinks she's more beautiful than the bride.

Author's Notes: This is my first post to the community so I hope I am doing it correctly. I just completed my response to a writing prompt and this is the first in the (unconnected drabbles) series. Prompt: Put your iTunes on shuffle and write a drabble for the each of the first 10 songs that play. I hope you like!

The Way You Look Tonight

No one is supposed to outshine the bride on her wedding day. She is supposed to be the most radiant and the most beautiful. But although Fleur does look beautiful in her gown, she doesn’t hold a candle to you.

Your brown curls fall in ringlets against your pale shoulders. They sway with the movements of your body as Harry spins you around the dance floor. Your navy blue dress flows around your knees as you move from side to side. The diamond bracelet around your wrist twinkles under the lights of the canopy, yet are dull in comparison to the light in your eyes.

The music stops and you turn to applaud the band with the rest of the guests. Harry holds out his arm to you and you wrap your own around it. You make your way back to the table laughing together, and when you reach it your eyes meet mine. I blush, feeling like a little kid who has been caught sneaking away with cookies before dinner.

I hear you murmur something softly to Harry and he leaves you alone with me. I watch as your hand fidgets with the seam on the side of your dress. I am captivated by their small movements until I hear your voice.

“Fred? I was wondering…” You say softly, looking down at your feet. “Would you like to dance?”

I can see the blush cross your cheeks in the dim lighting and I smile as I stand up and take your hand.

“I would love to.”

Song: The Way You Look Tonight by Michael Buble

Fic: Nice Girls Finish Last (Fred/Hermione/George, R)

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 14:02:53 GMT

Title: Nice Girls Finish Last
Author: luvscharlie
Rating: R
Pairing: Fred/Hermione/George
Warnings: Strong sexual content, adult language, Threesome
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Hermione Granger is tired of doing what is "proper." Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Word Count: 776
Notes: Originally written for Round 3, Challenge 4 at hermione_ldws, where there was a prompt of Carpe Diem. It made it through to the next round.
AND 48. Cunning on smut_69; 70. Lubricious on lover100; 33. Misdirect at potterprompts; 10. Jealousy at 100quills
Unlocked at my Insane Journal: Here

Nice Girls Finish Last

Hermione had spent the last three days taking careful note of Fred's routine. She always arrived at the shop before the twins emerged from their flat above the shop, and was somewhat surprised to discover that Fred and George Weasley were creatures of habit.

It went against all she remembered about them from their days at Hogwarts. They had always been spontaneous acting on the slightest or most ridiculous whim, which usually landed them in a good bit of trouble.

She had taken this job because it was, quite frankly, the only one available to her. Even several years after the war had ended blood status counted for far too much, and she had been unable to secure another job despite being better qualified than the individuals who were hired in her stead.

This job did, however, have some unexpected perks…one of which she expected to come down the stairs from the flat above the shop any minute now.

Fred Weasley was the reason she hadn't slept more than a couple of hours in about as many days.

Much to her dismay, he'd had a visitor at the beginning of the week. A very pretty, very shapely visitor in the form of his ex-girlfriend, Angelina Johnson. Since that day, the girl had reappeared daily at the Wheezes practically throwing herself at her—well perhaps he wasn't hers yet, but she was about to change that—man.

Hermione watched him go to the back room to bring out additional inventory for the shelves as he did every morning. She slipped into his office, as it was always his next stop of the day, stripped off her robes and perched on the edge of his desk completely starkers. Desperate times called for desperate measures after all.

She heard the door to the office open, but continued to face the opposite direction, her back to the door, too embarrassed to meet his eyes when she heard whatever he had been holding clatter to the floor.

She felt a blush spread over her cheeks and continue down her neck, and had just resolved herself to turn towards him when she heard a low whistle and George's voice, "Bloody hell! Where do I sign up to get one of these for my office?"

Just once, she wished the fates would be kind enough to allow things to go her way. Alas, it was not to be. This was not the twin she had anticipated surprising, though George certainly sounded surprised. Hermione buried her head in her hands in utter mortification.

She heard two sets of footsteps cross the room toward her, but refused to meet their eyes. However, as George tilted her head back and kissed her, and Fred's hands began to course over her body, Hermione Granger was grateful for every ounce of Gryffindor boldness she had possessed when she'd plotted this out…even if it hadn't gone off quite as planned.

George's tongue pushed past her lips, and she returned each kiss with equal fervor. Fred's hands were bold, exploring and touching places that made her moan loudly and caused him to go put up the closed sign on the shop.

George took advantage of his twin's absence pushing apart her knees and pushing her flat upon the desk.

"You sure?" he whispered. She nodded her consent and George slid slowly inside her….

~♥~

The activities in Fred's office went on for hours before they moved the party upstairs. It was the first day since the shop had opened that Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes did not turn a single Knut in profit.

Later that night, Fred turned to Hermione and said, "Angelina's going to be glad she can stop spending her days in the shop. She thought you were never going to make a move and she was getting a bit testy about it. She doubted it, but we knew there was a naughty girl hidden somewhere down deep inside you."

"What?" Hermione was astounded, and the shock clearly registered in her voice. "You mean, you planned this? You prats!"

"I think we should be grateful she's too tired to pummel us," said George.

Fred cocked his head looking down at her.

"You really are cads," Hermione said.

"And you really aren't such a nice girl, are you?" asked Fred.

The men that she lay sandwiched between made her ever so happy that she was not.

FIC: Thumbs - R - Ron/Hermione

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 15:00:17 GMT

Title: Thumbs
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: R
Word Count : 1063

They're really not gonna be sex gods, are they?

Thumbs

Fic: Rest in Laughter (Ron/Hermione) 1/1

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 10:43:45 GMT

Title: Rest in Laughter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Status: one-shot, completed
Word count: 3262
Summary: Hermione holds Ron during Fred's funeral.
A/n: Normally, I completely ignore the possibility that my favourite Weasley could have died during DH. However, this piece just had to be written. Fred's there in spirit, I promise. :)
Many, many thanks to the awesome dynonugget for the incredibly quick beta. You rock.

Rest in Laughter

Fic: Past Occurences 6/?

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 13:59:49 GMT

Title: Past Occurences
Pairing: Fred/Hermione
Disclaimer: Not mine. never will be.
Rating: T
Notes/Warning: Post DH AU

Summary: Fred wakes to find his wife Hermione missing, and suddenly finds himself several years in the past, before the two ever got together. Can he convince Hermione that his feelings are genuine, or has his coming to the past ruined their future forever?

( Past Occurences 6 )

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 20:19:29 GMT

title: moments in second person (7/12)
rating: r
pairing(s): ron/hermione
summary: a year of romance, in song lyrics and sotto voices. because you never really know what's going on inside a person, do you? [rxhr, hxg, nxl]
spoilers: for all 7 books

Previous chapters, with links to the next chapter at the bottom of each chapter:

[1: ron] [2: hermione][3: ginny] [4: harry][5: neville][6: luna]

The Engagement Updated!!

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 02:58:09 GMT

Yes, it's time for another update for my fic The Engagement.

Title: The Engagement
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary:"Hermione knew better than to feign ignorance. For all Molly and the Weasleys knew, Viktor Krum was her...well, for lack of a better word, intended. At least he had been until this morning when that rather inconvenient article had come out..."

Chapter summary: “Let it go, Ginny. Either you help me find a proper dress right now or I’m going to Gladrags instead. Alone. Whatever the case may be, this topic of conversation is over.”

You can find the newest chapter at my journal:

http://sari-malfoy.livejournal.com/3787.html

and,

the previous chapters are archived at Granger Enchanted

http://www.grangerenchanted.com/enchant/viewstory.php?sid=770