Dreaming of you

The light spilled onto the grass of the Burrows back garden as Hermione stepped out into the biting night air. Pulling her clock tighter around her and started to make her way to the gate.

“Hermione!” She turned to see Ron following her down the path. Something in foil in his hand. “Mum says this is for you. It’s a slice of her homemade lemon cake.”

She smiled holding out a hand and taking the cake from him. “Tell her thanks for me. No one makes cakes like your mother does.”

She turned to carry on but his hand gently touching her elbow stopped her, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure,” Hermione said, indicating to the bench close to where they stood.

They took a seat and there was an awkward silence for a moment before Ron turned abruptly and spoke, “I’ve been wondering about a lot of things recently. Something’s come up for me, or rather someone.”

“You’ve met someone?” Hermione asked, felling a little flutter in her stomach.

“Maybe, I’m not sure yet. It’s just… I wanted to talk to you first.”

“You don’t need to Ron. If you’re ready for a new relationship then I’m happy for you. We all need someone.” Hermione felt his hand taking hers and looked down. He still wore the ring she had given him on their first anniversary. They never got round to getting married but he wore it as if they had. She had her own promise ring that sat in her jewellery box.

“What happened to us Hermione?” He asked quietly.

“After Harry…” She looked away before looking back, “After he died I think we lost something more than just him.”

“What did we loose?” Ron asked, his hand gently squeezing hers.

“Our fire.” She replied. “I loved you, still do, but we were living in comfort. No spark. I needed more than that.”

After a moment in silence he finally let go of her hand, “You’re right,” he whispered, “We just aren’t who we were anymore. I still love you too I’m just not…”

“In love with me, I know what you mean.” She smiled giving his knee a pat and standing.

“Sometimes I just wish we could have stayed a family.” He stood too, looking up at the stars.

“We are still a family, we just don’t live together anymore. You know you don’t have to wait until your weekend to come over. You can just send an owl and come to dinner. Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean we aren’t still a family.”

“You’re right,” He smiled, reaching out and pulling her into a hug. “I’ll bring Pan home after lunch tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you then.” She smiled turning and heading out of the gate.

“Keep safe.” He called as she left the barriers and turned to wave before aparating home.

She moved around the house on automatic when she got there. Clearing away anything that needed it and checking the laundry was doing itself right. By the time she climbed into bed, still tingling from her shower she had not thought once of the dream she had had last night.

She lay in bed looking up at the canopy once more, waiting for sleep to find her. “Hermione,” The words were whispered by her ear and she turned to find him lying beside her propped up with his head on his hand. She couldn’t remember falling asleep but here she was in a dream with him again.

She looked at him and smiled, “Why am I dreaming about you again?”

“Well,” he said, his hand moving under the covers to slide along her bare stomach, her nightdress gone once more, “I’d say it again but I think I’d be repeating myself.”

“I should ask myself you mean?”

“Something like that,” he smiled and leaned in to take her lips. She felt the spark of electricity from the pressure of his lips on hers and his teeth pulling at her bottom lip. She turned to him and his hand slipped around her back holding her naked chest to his.

The light smattering of chest hair grazed her nipples causing them to pop and her to press harder to him. She gasped as his lips moved to her neck, nipping at her flesh before he swirled his tongue over her pulse point.

His hands were moving again, tracing the curves of her body. One hand touched her breast and she arched to the hand, loving the sensations as his thumb and finger pinched the peak and then his hands massaged her breast.

He pushed her onto her back kissing her once more with a passion. One hand slipped between her thighs and cupped her gently, she groaned opening her legs further as a plea to do more. One finger slid into her folds, finding her clitoris immediately and turning her gasp into loud moans of pleasure.

He was only teasing her and she knew it. He was taking his time to move down her body this time, kissing every inch of skin he came across until he reached a breast. Slowly he blew on her nipple, making her groan before he took the nub into his mouth. She felt alive as his mouth gave one breast then the other attention. The feeling of his hot mouth and teeth worshipping her body made her feel like she was having an out of body experience.

Reaching down she pulled him up to her taking his mouth again. The power shifted for a few seconds to her before he took control again. He pinned her hands to the bed pressed against her hard. She opened herself to him, submitting to him. He nipped her jaw and her neck. She lifted her knee to rest around his hip, he growled low in his throat and suddenly his teeth were on her neck and he was filling her to the hilt.

She cried out as she felt the sting of his teeth and the pleasure of his cock as he rocked into her mix into a heady buzz that made her pant. He pinned her harder and moved faster. She heard her voice begging him, pleading for more but it was a detached sound. She was taken by the heat of their bodies, the coil pulling tighter and tighter inside her and the sound of his animalistic grunts.

This was what sex was about. Pure animal desire. A need that burned so deep within that you couldn’t name it. No confusion of emotion, no thinking whatsoever, only the need to sate the fire that raged. Suddenly he pulled back, lifting her legs on his arms and sitting up on his haunches. He was deeper, so deep, she began to feel everything disintegrate around her as she felt the tide of an orgasm. She managed to keep her eyes open long enough to watch as he animal desire turned into a look of bliss and his movements became harder but shallower.

He slowly let her legs down, though she couldn’t have helped him as they were numb. She watched through half lidded eyes as he flopped down beside her. She turned her head to look at him and he smiled back her in an almost drunken way. She found herself smiling back, closing her eyes she began to slip away again, she felt his hand grip hers tightly before she felt nothing else.

*Authors note* Hope ya'll are enjoying my new fic. Please R&R, all feedback welcome. More smut based or equal plot and smut?... you decide!