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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,661
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Triumph
Title: Triumph
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: M/F, dubCon
Summary: #95 – Triumph. Her mouth tasted almost as sweet as his victory.
Word Count: 558 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
#95 – Triumph
Pride was second only to the sensation of how she felt around his cock. She had stopped fighting him, and her voice only said his name. He had won, and the triumph was sweetened when he came, falling forward to trap her body against his.
She had fought him for years, their war was a silent struggle of wills, and finally it had come to the end. Ronald Weasley had his Hermione Granger, once and soon for all time.
Their war had begun before they even realized what attraction was, and it ended ten years after Voldemort fell for the last and final time. In that time, Ron had said and done so many things to spite the woman he cared for more than any other. His tactics had been immature and wrong at times, but triumph, victory, washed away his regrets.
Then again, he had one lingering regret, though lessened, but was still present in the back of his mind. He had wanted to be her first. The opportunity presented itself so many times when they were teenagers, but Ron knew… He knew every one she had ever been with or loved. Her first had been Harry, and Ron could not feel angry about it—he had no right. He had been the one who had left them during the search for Horcruxes. He had been the one most weakened.
Her second had been a Muggle man, some one she had met at University. Ron could not remember the unremarkable man’s name now.
Her third had been her lover, the one man who could threaten everything—Draco Malfoy. He still hated the man, and knew she would never stop loving the man.
“Get off me,” she whispered, but there was little force in her voice. It was a weak request.
Ron did not comply, but gathered her closer in his thick arms. Hermione was so small compared to him. Their teenage years over, Ron was still growing taller while Hermione remained at her smaller five feet and six inches. While time made him bigger, stronger, time made her more beautiful. Of course, if she were to put on a few extra stone and begin to go grey, he would still think she was beautiful.
“Please…” she whispered again, rustling his hair near his ear.
“Never."
Hermione shifted slightly under him, making herself more comfortable. Her heart still pounded and the sweat on her body was itchy against his chest hair. Her pussy contracted, trying to expel his softening cock, but he would not leave her, if he had the choice.
“He’ll kill you, Ron, if he ever knew…”
Malfoy… Ron grinned into her neck before kissing her skin. It did not matter, he supposed.
“I will kill you,” she whispered, but the words seemed to have no meaning as her arms wrapped about him.
They kissed slowly, deeply, and resolutely. The war was one truly over as long as she still loved another man, but the neatly constructed façade she had made was cracking. A crack was all he needed to slip inside. He would come to her again and again, he would tear ever bit of her love for Malfoy out and place himself inside her. He would win her, he would have her, and when he had it all, he would not let her go.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: M/F, dubCon
Summary: #95 – Triumph. Her mouth tasted almost as sweet as his victory.
Word Count: 558 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
#95 – Triumph
Pride was second only to the sensation of how she felt around his cock. She had stopped fighting him, and her voice only said his name. He had won, and the triumph was sweetened when he came, falling forward to trap her body against his.
She had fought him for years, their war was a silent struggle of wills, and finally it had come to the end. Ronald Weasley had his Hermione Granger, once and soon for all time.
Their war had begun before they even realized what attraction was, and it ended ten years after Voldemort fell for the last and final time. In that time, Ron had said and done so many things to spite the woman he cared for more than any other. His tactics had been immature and wrong at times, but triumph, victory, washed away his regrets.
Then again, he had one lingering regret, though lessened, but was still present in the back of his mind. He had wanted to be her first. The opportunity presented itself so many times when they were teenagers, but Ron knew… He knew every one she had ever been with or loved. Her first had been Harry, and Ron could not feel angry about it—he had no right. He had been the one who had left them during the search for Horcruxes. He had been the one most weakened.
Her second had been a Muggle man, some one she had met at University. Ron could not remember the unremarkable man’s name now.
Her third had been her lover, the one man who could threaten everything—Draco Malfoy. He still hated the man, and knew she would never stop loving the man.
“Get off me,” she whispered, but there was little force in her voice. It was a weak request.
Ron did not comply, but gathered her closer in his thick arms. Hermione was so small compared to him. Their teenage years over, Ron was still growing taller while Hermione remained at her smaller five feet and six inches. While time made him bigger, stronger, time made her more beautiful. Of course, if she were to put on a few extra stone and begin to go grey, he would still think she was beautiful.
“Please…” she whispered again, rustling his hair near his ear.
“Never."
Hermione shifted slightly under him, making herself more comfortable. Her heart still pounded and the sweat on her body was itchy against his chest hair. Her pussy contracted, trying to expel his softening cock, but he would not leave her, if he had the choice.
“He’ll kill you, Ron, if he ever knew…”
Malfoy… Ron grinned into her neck before kissing her skin. It did not matter, he supposed.
“I will kill you,” she whispered, but the words seemed to have no meaning as her arms wrapped about him.
They kissed slowly, deeply, and resolutely. The war was one truly over as long as she still loved another man, but the neatly constructed façade she had made was cracking. A crack was all he needed to slip inside. He would come to her again and again, he would tear ever bit of her love for Malfoy out and place himself inside her. He would win her, he would have her, and when he had it all, he would not let her go.