His arm was wrapped around her waist, her long blonde hair brushing the soft maroon wool of his jumper, and she was looking at him as if she wanted to take him away from everyone so she could do with him whatever she wanted.
Hermione felt her blood boil as she watched the scene in front of her.
Technically she no longer had any rights over him, no more... She had been the one to end things between them, but he couldn't do this, who did he think he was?
She lowered a hand and adjusted the purple ruffled skirt she was wearing. She didn't even know why she wore that, it had been a gift from Ginny, it wasn't something she would normally wear, but there she was, with the damn skirt on.
Her eyes never left him. His arm was moving, leaving the girl's waist to wrap around her shoulders.
She was blonde, first Lavender and then this woman, of whom she had no idea what her name was, but she remembered seeing her in the ministry. Had she been stupid to believe that what they had would have been forever if they hadn't gone through that argument? No, she was going to have him back, she was going to make him come back, and she would never lose him again, she was going to tie him up if necessary, but he would not leave her side. Hermione lifted the glass of whiskey in her hand and dropped it against the bar, the glass hitting against the table wood, causing an imperceptible sound thanks to the music. It wasn't something she would do, she didn't even know why she was drinking.
After listening to the conversation of the Aurors Halpert and Beesley, he had thought of nothing else. She knew that he was going to be there, what she didn't know was that there would be a woman occupying the place that belonged to her. But they were not alone; she managed to recognize a few aurors, the rest of the people in his group were also ministry officials, however, she did not remember their names.
"Hello, pretty" She did not know that voice, could she pick up an American accent, perhaps? She didn't know it, but she could tell it wasn't British.
"Hi!" She hadn't planned to be so effusive when speaking, and regretted it as soon as she heard her own voice over the music.
"Ryan Lewis" He introduced himself as he stretched out his hand toward her in greeting
"Hermione Granger" she replied as she stretched out his hand in acceptance of his greeting.
"You're not from here, are you?"
"What gave me away?"
"Your accent" she said in reply. "American?"
"Canadian, in fact"
Hermione nodded. "Well, Ryan, what is it that brings you to London?"
"Work, the company required the most qualified for this role, so..."
She quickly noticed the false modesty in his voice, a grimace appeared on her face, but she hid it as quickly as she could. Hermione forced herself to smile, Ryan's eyes were in hers before he strayed.
She turned to see what was getting his attention.
She froze for a second, Ron's blue eyes were fixed on Ryan's with a look of disgust before landing on her and quickly shifting to anger. A satisfied smile appeared on Hermione's face before Ryan came back to her attention. "Do you know him?"
"A little..."
Ryan hadn't stopped looking in Ron's direction, this time he was a little hunched over, the previous confidence and bragging leaving his body.
Ron was much taller than average, standing 6.5 feet tall. Hermione made a quick comparison in her mind, Ryan was only slightly taller than her; she estimated that he was 5.8 feet tall, his arms weren't that thin, but Ron had wider back and arms, he was an Auror, and he was in constant training. He would never be the grotesque muscular type, his genetics prevented him from doing so, but Hermione had no complaints about that.
Ryan's eyes were black and Ron's were a beautiful navy blue, which shone most beautifully when he saw her... She had to get it out of her mind if she was going to do what she was planning. She took a breath to gather courage and moved one of his hands to Ryan's right arm.
As if that small act had been an invitation, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and he brought her closer to him.
"A glass for me, another for the lady." She heard him speak, but didn't say anything to stop him, the previous whiskey she had drunk was full of ice and with almost no whiskey, she had waited for it to melt so that the alcohol was not pure when it entered her system and in fact it worked. The drink hadn't hit her, but she would really need a little more of the value that anger had given her, so one more drink would be perfect. The bartender gave them two shots of tequila, a lemon cut in half and a little salt, Hermione rarely went out at night, if she did, it was with Ron and in the wizarding world, not in the Muggle world.
Ryan put his arm down from her shoulders and took one half of the lemon, ran it through his hand before putting some salt, took the small glass in his hands and lifted it leaving it empty before sucking on his hand with the salt and lemon mixture.
She stared at him with a small look of disgust. Ron also drank when he went out, but he didn't do it that way, although it didn't seem to matter how much he drank because he never got drunk.
Ryan saw her again, his eyes now shining from the drink. Seriously?
His hands moved to her waist, and he carried her away from the bar, not caring that she hadn't taken a sip of the drink he had ordered for her. It wasn't like she had been very excited to take it, so she let it go. They were dancing in the centre of the place, she really wanted to laugh, the whole situation was seriously ridiculous. Her gaze began to search for his point of attraction once more, his friends were in the same place where she had seen them at the beginning, but he was not there. The woman he was with a few minutes ago was looking in the direction of the bar. Hermione followed the blonde's gaze and met him once again.
Ron was staring at her, his jaw clenched, his shoulders tense under his jumper, and his hand tightly squeezing the glass of whiskey he was holding. She could read him very well just by looking at his eyes and right now they were whispering to her to stop with her game, but she was not going to stop, no, the one who was going to end this was him.
Hermione felt Ryan's hands go dangerously low, and despite what she said earlier, her resolve wavered from the discomfort she now felt. She backed away, but he wouldn't let her, his grip on her grew stronger, and Hermione knew her plan was over.
"Ryan...
"Hermione, why don't we go to my hotel?"
Yes, enough.
Hermione backed away again, this time with more force, but the response was the same.
"Ryan...
"Hermione, why don't we go to my hotel?"
Yes, enough.
Hermione backed away again, this time with more force, but the response was the same.
Her mind was going very fast, and the only solution that came to her mind was the same one for which she had devised the stupid plan. She turned to look for him, but he was no longer there. She froze, she didn't have her wand, she needed to think of something and very soon.
She couldn't get very far in her train of thought, someone had just stood behind her, and she knew instantly who it was.
"Let her go"
Three words, only three words, was enough for Ryan to immediately step back and let it go as if it were made of fire. Hermione knew that Ron had screamed, she heard his loud and clear voice over the loud music of the place and realized that some people had also turned to see them. Ron got in front of her and pushed Ryan away, making him stagger and stumble.
"Think twice before you put a finger on her again, because I swear you'll regret it for the rest of your miserable life."
Ryan nodded and vanished the same way he arrived.
She sighed, silently cursing herself. Why the hell had she frozen?
A damsel in distress. Was that really what she had become?
Ron pulled her out of her reverie by putting his hands on her shoulders. "Hermione, are you okay?" His eyes filled with genuine concern. She nodded, her eyes didn't leave his, that look was there, that love and care with which he always saw her.
Merlin, she loved him so much. And at that moment she knew, it didn't matter if she had to handcuff him, she would leave there with him.
Then worry left his eyes and his gaze turned cold. "Good" He moved his hands away from her and taking one last look at her to check that she was okay and turned.
Oh no, he wouldn't go anywhere, not without her.
"Ron" her hand flew towards his arm, the soft wool brushing against her fingers, the touch sending shivers down her body, so long without feeling him, without having him by her side, to then see him with someone else, she had to remind him that he was always hers.
She would make him think twice and make him stay with her. Right where he belonged. His eyes were in hers once again, but this time it was different, they had a dangerous glow that only meant two things; either they were going to start a shouting match or he was going to fuck her as soon as he had the chance, and Hermione wanted both.
"You're not going to leave me again" she declared.
Ron's eyes darkened even more, and Hermione could see the anger returning to him. His gaze was so strong that it would have made anyone retreat, but not her, that wasn't going to happen, she was going to take him with her, she wouldn't let him go, she wouldn't tell him to leave...
"Leave you? It was you who pushed me away, you have no right to tell me what to do, Hermione, so let me go, Alyssa is waiting for me"
"And it was like a gift to you, wasn't it? You didn't fight for me, you didn't say anything, you just put your head down and left, but that's what you're best at, right, Ron? Leave"
She knew it was a low blow, she knew Ron regretted leaving her in that forest years ago, and she knew Ron still couldn't stop blaming himself for it, but honestly she was desperate, she couldn't let him go. Hermione really felt that if she let him go this time, it would be the end of them. She could see how his expression changed quickly, what she had said had hurt him and left him off guard.
It was now or never.
She took one of his hands and dragged him out of the bar, passing through the crowd and leaving the blonde, who she now knew was called Alyssa, behind them with a look of confusion on her pretty face. Hermione didn't stop, and Ron was letting her take him as she wanted and wherever she wanted. They passed by a group of people and fate decided that it was the best time for the air to hit them, causing Hermione's skirt to rise.
When she was going to use her free hand to accommodate it, it was too late, Ron had put one of his big hands on her thigh and slammed her against him. She couldn't look at him, but he was cursed if he dared to say that he didn't feel anything for her.
A few more steps, her hand on her thigh sending electric currents down her body, her shoulder on his chest, Hermione had to do something fast.
It wasn't long before they reached the point of appearance, just a few more steps. Ron still didn't put up any resistance; In fact, he seemed more than happy to be dragged like a puppy by his owner.
Hermione pulled them into the dark alley and turned, pressing her body against his. "I want to go back. I know we broke everything into thousands of pieces, but I want to keep going, reset everything, be something new, something good, Ron, I just need you..."
She couldn't finish, if she did it, she would lose it, and that was the last thing she needed. It required being strong and showing him that she wanted to do well this time, that she needed him back.
"We have to solve a lot of things, Hermione, not only as a couple but as ourselves, I don't know... What the hell was tonight? You just appear out of nowhere after avoiding me at all costs, with some jerk who I have no bloody idea where the hell he came from, and you push me away from everyone without even saying a word, right after blaming me for what happened to us."
"I was desperate Ron, you were with another woman in there and that wouldn't be such a serious problem if you were alone, but you were with your friends, as if you were giving her in front of everyone a place, the place that belongs to me. What the hell do you expect me to do? And you can't blame me for that, the second you saw Ryan you wanted to hit him and don't you dare to deny me that.
"The place that belongs to you?"
"Yes"
A laugh came from his lips, a genuine laugh, to Hermione's dismay.
Ron brought his hands to her face and Hermione closed her eyes for just a second, allowing herself to enjoy the closeness and touch she had been longing for, she felt Ron getting closer and closer to her, so she backed down.
No, not yet.
"If you kiss me you will have no way to get out of this, or to get away from me, never, you understand that?"
"I don't plan to spend another night without having you by my side, or I'm going to go crazy, Hermione"
"I know we still have a lot to talk about and improve, but this is serious, isn't it?"
"You have no idea what this time has been like without you Hermione has been like being in the middle of the sea without a compass to take me home, a damn compass, Hermione"
She laughed, she really laughed after so long, and felt like she could breathe again.
Hermione felt his arms wrapper around her waist as his fingers began to dance on her skin, rising enough to make her hold her breath and pull up the fabric of her skirt a few inches.
"Take me home, Ron"
"Whatever you want, my Hermione"
"Isn't Alyssa waiting?"
"Weren't you claiming "the place that belongs to you?"
"Yes, but I have to make sure we won't have any future problems for that little inconvenience..."
"Hermione, believe me when I tell you that if you give Alyssa a choice between you and me, she chooses you."
"Oh... Then she..."
"Yes" He said with a smile.
"Then why were you like this, like that, with her?" She asked with a grimace of disgust on his face.
"You weren't the only one who needed a reminder of where the other of us belongs"
The grip on her thigh became stronger, and he slammed her against him.
The grip on their waist tightened, their bodies completely glued together, Ron couldn't help but join his soft lips to hers making them both lose themselves in the other, Hermione's hands playing with his soft red hair as he brought his hands to her ass and squeezed it tightly.
Hermione let out a small moan as she felt how his hands went up and down squeezing her skin, her own hands began to go down until they reached the waistband of his pants and the end of his jumper, she put her hands under the soft maroon fabric, and she could finally feel his soft pale skin.
"Let's get out of here."
Their lips met again as Ron tightened his grip on her waist even more with his left arm, as he moved his right hand into the back pocket of his pants to reach for his wand. "Your flat or mine?"
"To our house, Ron... although it must be full of dust, it has been four months without us living there."
"I've been there a few times and spread a couple of cleaning charms. Everything is intact, your clothes, our things, everything..." His eyes shone as he spoke.
"I love you so much, Ronald Weasley"
They shared another kiss before Ron focused on the image of their home and disappeared with a clicking noise. They soon tore the clothes from their bodies, necessity ruling their minds.
Ron's big hands began to move across Hermione's body, he squeezed her breasts and then began to descend southward, a moan escaping her lips as soon as he inserted a finger into her, her velvety walls wrapping around him like a glove.
She was very wet, so he had no problem inserting two more fingers inside her, increasing her moans of pleasure.
He began to play with her clit while kissing her neck, bringing her to the edge quickly.
"It's been so long, Ron, I need you inside me now"
"Couch or room?"
"Room"
"Fine"
A scream left Hermione's lips as he took her in his arms and carried her to their room. He closed the door behind them and pressed her against the door while kissing her intensely. Hermione let out a moan as soon as his cock made contact with her pussy.
"I need you, Ron, now."
He kissed her once more before putting her down and letting her feet touch the floor. Hermione pushed him back as soon as she could, moved forward and pushed him again, making him fall on the bed, a smile on his face, his blue eyes shining as he watched her approach him like a predator. It was hilarious to see his proper Hermione behave that way, but from experience he could tell that a dominant Hermione was not something he could resist.
She dragged her body over him until she reached his hips, their eyes hadn't broken the connection at any moment. His head began to slowly lower until she took the head of his cock between her lips.
"Fuck, love!"
Her head began to slowly descend, until she took half of its thick length in her mouth. She couldn't go any further, it had been more than five months since the last time she had him in her mouth and because of his size and thickness it was not something easy to do in a short time, and she really needed him.
She let go of him and began to move forward again, until she straddled him.
"Guide yourself within me"
"Hermione..."
"Now!"
Ron took his cock in his right hand and guided himself to her entrance. Hermione began to slowly descend, letting herself enjoy the sensation of him stretching her once more, her moans didn't stop until she was sitting completely on him.
"Rooooon"
"You feel so good, Hermione"
"Gods, you have no idea how much I missed fucking you"
"Prove it."
A smile dancing on Ron's lips, if there was one thing her Hermione couldn't help but take, it was a challenge.
Without a minimum of warning, she stood up until only the head of his cock was inside her and sat down suddenly, bringing him to the hilt. A cry of pleasure his their lips, and both were already too lost in their own pleasure to worry about the neighbours hearing them. It wasn't long before Hermione began to jump on him, her hands on his chest as she used him as leverage for her jumps, her breasts, and curls bouncing in sync with his movements.
Ron was mesmerized with her, unable to believe that the wonderful woman who was now bouncing off him, loving him the exact same way he's loving her. There was something about Hermione, claiming him and marking him as her own, that turned him on greatly.
She leaned over him and began to bite his neck, knowing full well that the marks would remain on him and that he would make no effort to hide them.
“Mine” she screamed
“Yours, completely yours, Hermione”
“Fuck, Ron!!”
Their lips met once more, she kept jumping on him, but not with the same initial intensity, so Ron began to counter her movements from below, making her scream with pleasure again from the angle he was hitting her, both bodies filled with pure lust.
Ron brought his right hand to the place where they were attached and began to play with her clit.
“Oh! Ron! I'm going to... Ron!!”
“Let it go, Hermione”
Her lips returned to his neck, biting his collarbone tightly as she let her pleasure wash over her. Ron couldn't take it any more. The feeling of her squeezing around him was too much to take. “Oh, gods!”
“That was...”
“Yeah” she said, nodding with a smile on her face.
She dropped all her weight on him, feeling how his arms wrapped around her and placed her in a comfortable way so that she could sleep. She felt the sheets cover her body and Ron glued her to himself as he held her firmly by his side. He placed a soft kiss on her head before burying his face in her fluffy brown curls that he loved so much.
“I missed you so much, my Hermione”
“Me too, Ron” she said while hugging him tighter. It didn't take long for them to let sleep overcome them. Hermione smiled before falling asleep, she had taken him back right to where he belonged.
She got him back.