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Four Drabbles - R/Hr - up to R

For : leelastarsky
Pairing : Ron/Hermione
Prompt : breastfeeding
Words : 206
Rating : PG-13

Ron knew that they hadn’t literally appeared overnight.

He wasn’t stupid.

It’s just that one day he hadn’t realised that Hermione had breasts; and the next day, well, they seemed to be everywhere.

But that was a long time ago.

He was used to her breasts by now, for Merlin’s sake.

He was an old hand.

He was married to them.

It’s just that they’d done it again, hadn’t they?

Since late pregnancy there had just been more breasts than usual.

Well, just the two, admittedly, but they were huge.

And he knew he wasn’t allowed to remark on this.

Huge.

But he behaved himself.

He’d read all the books she gave him on the benefits of extended breastfeeding.

Hermione sat in her rocking chair, humming as she nursed.

Ron fetched books and glasses of water and books and sandwiches and books.

Ron volunteered to change nappies and burp and tuck the sleeping baby into the crib by the side of their bed, while Hermione finally made it into the shower.

And he was happy to do it.

Especially as there was a benefit of extended breastfeeding that the books never mentioned.

Especially as he lay in Hermione’s arms, nuzzling and sucking at those amazing breasts.

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For : le_calmar_geant
Pairing : Ron/Hermione
Prompt : encounter a giant squid while searching for the Horcruxes
Words : 516
Rating : R

Ron stomped gloomily down the passageway, sighing loudly.

Hermione ignored him.

He sighed louder.

He watched her shoulders tense.

He bit his lip.

"Why here?" he finally asked as they went deeper and darker underground.

"Well, there's a chance that Riddle left Hogwarts by boat when Professor Dumbledore turned him away," she said calmly. "And I thought he could have hidden Hufflepuff's cup down here before he left."

She led the way out onto the pebbled shore, standing beside the flotilla of little boats that had been dragged up onto the beach until they were needed.

Ron looked around. "This place looked much bigger when we were firsties," he commented.

"You were much smaller, Ron," she said with a sniff and he hid a smile.

"And you like me bigger, don't you, Hermione?" he asked, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her ear.

She sniffed again.

"How about I try and get a bit bigger?" he whispered suggestively.

"Here?" she demanded, wriggling round in his arms and looking up at him.

"Oh, Hermione, you can make me bigger in Potions, just by putting your hand up to answer a question."

"How is that sexy?" she demanded.

"You're kidding, right?" he said, spreading his cloak on the underground beach and pulling her down to lie with him.

"Ron, knowing the answer in Potions is not sexy, and we cannot do this here!" she frowned, but let him throw one leg across her thighs without comment.

"Oh, Hermione," he breathed, stroking her cheek. "One, your eyes sparkle when you know the answer, two, your robes stretch across your breasts as you raise your hand, three, your breath speeds up and your breasts heave, four, your cheeks flush."

She flushed at his words, the feeling of his fingers on her neck and his cock rubbing against her hip.

"I always dreamed of making you flush and sparkle and heave like that – that's why I enjoyed fighting with you. And I was right; you look just like that, or even more so, when I touch you."

She laughed, nervously. "You are going to be the death of me, Ron Weasley," she said.

"Don't say that," he interrupted.

"Oh, Ron, don't," she said, reaching up to cup his face. "I didn't mean it like that, you know that, it's just a saying."

"Well," he huffed, leaning down. "Most young lovers don't face death as regularly as we do."

"Stop it," she whispered against his lips.

And they kissed.

Ron sighed into her mouth.

And they kissed.

Ron unbuttoned her blouse.

And they kissed.

Ron unbuttoned her jeans and she wriggled out of them.

And they kissed.

Ron lowered his own jeans and boxers to around his ankles and knelt over her.

And they kissed.

Ron's arse flexed as he lowered his hips.

And he screamed.

And scrambled away across the pebbled beach on hands and knees, hampered by the trousers around his ankles and the tentacle of the giant squid lovingly caressing his arse as the squid followed him lazily along the edge of the water.

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For : ella_bane
Pairing : Ron/Hermione
Prompt : Ron teaches Hermione the Wronksi Feint.
Words : 562
Rating : PG

“You promised, Hermione,” Ron said with a smile.

“Yes, but I never thought you’d do it,” she protested.

“You promised,” he said firmly. “If I sat Harry down and set him straight about this splitting up with Ginny crap, then you’d come up on my broom and learn the Wronski Feint.”

“But you never try and set Ginny up – you hate her dating.”

“Not Harry,” he said simply.

Hermione glared at him. “That’s not fair,” she said. “You can’t really expect me to…”

“Oh, but I do,” he said, grasping her by the wrist and hauling her to her feet, his broom in his other hand.

She grumbled out of the Burrow’s back door, Ron’s fingers hot against her skin, not giving her a chance to flee.

They reached the orchard and he mounted the broom. Sitting back against the bristles, he held his hand out to her.

Hermione took a deep breath and gingerly sat down in front of him, her fear of flying battling with her longing to lean back against him.

Ron pulled her snug against his body, wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands over hers on the broom handle.

And he kicked off from the ground.

And it wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d expected. She hated flying by herself, hated fighting the wind for control of the broom.

And, as unwilling as she usually was to give up control of anything, she relaxed into his arms and let him take them higher.

Which must have been because of her body was singing from his closeness.

Which was pathetic.

They hadn’t been this close since he held her at the funeral, and this was completely different.

This was playful.

Even, she desperately hoped, sexy.

When they had sufficient height, they circled slowly for a while, his arms gently looped around her.

Then, suddenly, he leaned closer and his legs pressed against hers. She could feel his muscles straining and she was so glad he couldn’t see her face, because she knew she was blushing.

“You have to control the descent with your thighs,” he whispered in her ear and she bit her tongue. “You push down hard with your hands and you grip with your thighs, OK?”

She nodded, mutely.

“OK,” he said, and pushed downwards,

They swooped towards the ground and the force of their descent pressed her back against his body and his thighs muscles were rock hard and trembling against hers and his hands were holding hers so firmly and his breath was hot against her neck as her hair streamed behind her.

This was a brilliant idea.

Terrifying, but brilliant.

And then, it seemed mere inches from the ground, though she knew it was more, he pulled the broom sharply upwards and her stomach was left behind as they soared into the sky and she fell back into his arms.

“Hermione!” he crowed, hugging her tightly with one arm as he steered with the other. “You’re fantastic! I thought you’d stop me. I never dreamt you’d let me go so far, that you’d go through with it.”

What was wrong with her? He hadn’t meant that sexually, and yet every word turned her on more and more.

She half turned to look at his glowing face and her heart nearly burst at the look in his eyes.

As he kissed her.

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For : lexique
Pairing : Harry/Twins
Prompt : secret santa gifts
Words : 975
Rating : PG-13 – and sorry, Ron took over a bit!

Of course it was Hermione’s idea to play Secret Santa.

Harry pointed out that they were at war, and it was too frivolous.

Ron pointed out that there would be nearly twenty people at the Burrow for Christmas lunch, and it’d be a lot cheaper if they only had to buy one present each.

Harry threw up his hands in defeat.

Hermione quickly got Mr Weasley’s support for this fascinating Muggle tradition and she Charmed a teapot to randomly dispense the names on rolled up slips of parchment and puffs of steam.

“Could have just pulled them out of a hat,” Harry grumbled.

“Grouch,” Hermione chided.

She was very, very strict about the fact that there was to be no trading of names. You had to stick to the person the teapot had chosen for you.

Harry had an unspoken suspicion that she had made sure that the teapot had given her Ron.

But he knew for a fact that Ron had swallowed his pride and asked around until he found that Bill had Hermione, at which point he traded him for Remus.

Because, despite the fact that Hermione had set a spending limit, Ron had also swallowed his pride and asked Harry to lend him enough money to buy a ring.

Harry’s eyes had opened very wide and Ron had flushed.

“A ring?” Harry had echoed.

“Yeah, and don’t take the piss,” Ron had muttered.

“You’re not even dating,” Harry pointed out.

Ron made a strangled noise. “I know,” he said. “And that is ‘cos of the whole war crap and I don’t know how to ask her on a date we can’t go on. But this is different.”

“How?”

“It’s a promise,” Ron said. “A promise that we’ll be OK. That we’ll be together when it’s over.”

“You romantic sod,” Harry said, clearly impressed.

“Look, will you lend me the money or not?” Ron said, flushing.

“Of course,” Harry said seriously. “You know I’d give you whatever…”

“No,” Ron interrupted. “You know I usually hate asking you for money, but this is more important.”

Harry nodded and slapped him on the back.

Harry himself had drawn Fred.

Which was a problem.

Because he couldn’t think of anything he’d like to give Fred that wasn’t kinky as hell.

Which would be wildly inappropriate, even if it wasn’t in front of the whole family at Christmas dinner.

He eventually settled on a t-shirt from a Muggle band, as the twins’ dress sense since they started making money was a bit out of control, and he thought that Fred might think it was cool.

Mrs Weasley would think a t-shirt with ‘Never mind the bollocks’ on it was shocking, but Mr Weasley would probably be amazed at what Muggles got up to.

On Christmas morning they gathered around the tree and Hermione ceremoniously handed out the gifts.

Mr Weasley adored his remote control airplane and had to be almost physically restrained from dragging Harry out into the garden to help him fly it.

Hermione’s hands were shaking when she opened her gift and saw the ring, set with three small stones.

“Oh!” she whispered, desperately trying not to look at Ron.

“It’s not an engagement ring, or anything,” Ron said and Ginny and George sniggered. “It’s a… a promise. That I’m here.”

“You’re not supposed to say who it’s from,” Ginny complained.

“I don’t care,” Ron said, his eyes on Hermione’s bent head.

Hermione had gone very still and Ron looked awfully nervous. Then she reached for the present with Ron’s name on it and handed it to him, still not quite meeting his eyes.

Ron silently opened the perfectly wrapped box. So perfectly wrapped that it could only be from Hermione.

And inside was a crystal heart.

“Silly, I know,” she whispered, but Ron slid off the couch to kneel beside her on the floor and wrap his arms around her.

“I love it,” he whispered into her hair.

“She gave him her heart?” Fred murmured into Harry’s ear as everyone loudly congratulated the couple on the floor.

Harry shrugged. “It’s sort of sweet,” he murmured back.

“Except that it’s Ron,” Fred pointed out.

“Do you have a single romantic bone in your body?” Harry asked, regretting it immediately, as he wasn’t supposed to think of Fred’s body.

“Not when it comes to Ronniekins, no,” Fred scoffed.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, OK, I suppose it is cute,” Fred admitted. “In a really revolting way. But I will deny saying that if you tell anyone.”

Harry laughed.

Hermione went back to handing out the gifts, only this time Ron sat beside her, his fingers running up and down her arm, though Harry was sure he didn’t even realise he was doing it.

Fred loved his shirt and put it on straight away, making Mrs Weasley frown.

Harry’s gift was in a Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes gift bag.

“You’re not supposed to say who it’s from,” Ron said to the twins.

“Doesn’t mean it’s from one of us,” George pointed out. “It just means someone here has good taste. Ginny is one of our best customers, for instance.”

Harry reached into the bag and pulled out what he knew was one of the twins’ latest products. Because Fred had shown him their new, adult range just the other day.

“I did not buy that,” Ginny gasped.

Harry didn’t know what he’d done to deserve it, but he was sitting in the lounge at the Burrow, in front of everyone he cared about in the whole world, holding a butt plug.

A top of the range butt plug, with voice activated Warming, Lubricating, Vibrating and Enlarging Charms on it.

Harry saw the twins looking at him with matching laviscious grins, obviously revelling in his embarrassment.

He smirked back at them. “I hope it’s from Fred,” he said.

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