Feel - H/R - NC-17
Title: Feel
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 621
Rating: NC-17

A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.


Feel
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Something was bothering Ron.

It had been a week since their photo session, and they hadn't had sex.

For a week.

Harry was more than a little worried.

They had never gone for a week without sex.

He flooed Hermione and was so vague and worried and odd that she arrived with a tikvenik and put the kettle on.

She sat and watched him drink two cups of tea and toy with his food. "Harry," she said. "Tell me what's wrong."

"What was your sex life like after… you know…" he muttered, looking uncomfortable.

"Um… no, actually, I don't," she said gently.

Harry sighed. "After Viktor's session with Tristan."

"Oh," she said. "Well, it was brilliant, actually."

"Really?" he asked pathetically.

"Well, yes. The pictures are beautiful and he'd done it for me, and, and I was very… grateful."

Harry grunted.

"Ron asked me for the photographer's name," she said. "Do I take it he paid Tristan a visit?"

Harry grunted.

"And he didn't enjoy it? He enjoyed it too much? You don't like the pictures? You don't like the photographer being gay? Help me out here, Harry."

"We both went. We were photographed together and it was amazing and we haven't got the pictures yet and it was a week ago and Ron is all distant and we haven't had sex for a week."

"Oh," Hermione blinked, trying to take in all the information. "You were photographed together? Actually having sex?"

"Actually having incredible sex."

"But not since?"

"Not since."

"Oh." Hermione frowned.

"Why haven't we?" Harry wailed.

"Have you asked Ron?" Hermione said.

Harry snorted. "No," he said. "I'm… I guess I'm scared. I don't really want to know how he feels. What if it's… over?"

Hermione laughed.

"That's right, laugh at me," Harry complained.

"Ron worships you, adores you, cannot keep his hands off you."

Harry grunted.

"Look," she said. "When we first got together, Ron really threw himself into the sex stuff, but would blush about it outside the bedroom."

Harry frowned. "Yeah," he said slowly. "Me too."

"Was he embarrassed during the session?" she asked.

"No. No, he really threw himself into it."

"Well," Hermione said. "What I think is, that he had the time of his life, and now he's embarrassed."

"With me?"

Hermione shrugged.

"He wanked in a cemetery on a mission recently, to cheer me up," Harry protested.

Hermione laughed. "Well," she said. "As cheery as that must have been, I think our boy is embarrassed."

"Hmmmm," Harry said.

"Was it really kinky?" she asked.

Harry blushed. "A lot of it, yeah," he said.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

"I'm not telling you! Harry scoffed.

"You've seen pictures of my boyfriend's arse," Hermione pointed out.

Harry sighed. "Blindfolds," he said.

Hermione nodded, encouragingly.

Harry closed his eyes. "Would you be embarrassed if you'd buggered someone with an ice cube, held between your teeth?"

Hermione frowned. "Not if it was Viktor, no," she decided.

Harry snorted. "If you were tied up and being rimmed, and begging to be taken up the arse?"

"No."

Harry blinked. "OK," he said slowly. "If you'd come in someone's face, and licked it off?"

"Women don't quite work like that."

"Well, that's the last thing Ron did to me."

"Well, there, you go," Hermione said.

A whoosh from the lounge announced Ron's arrival.

"And there you go," Hermione added. "Ask him what's wrong."

"Not now," Harry moaned.

"Now," Hermione said standing and kissing him on the cheek. "I have to go, anyway. We just ate Viktor's tea."

"Hey, Hermione," Ron said, leaning over the breakfast bar to kiss her.

"I've gotta go," she said, leaving the kitchen and shoving Ron through the door. "Harry wants to talk to you."

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Tikvenik is a traditional Bulgarian dessert… oh, who am I kidding? It's a Bulgarian pumpkin pie, and I couldn’t resist it!


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