Hi guys, well this is the first couple of chapters of my fan fiction for Ron and Hermione. Hope you enjoy it. I don't own nor hold any responsibility for J.K.Rollwing's creations she is a legend and inspired this.
Rating: M

Ron and Hermione Fan fiction (draft 1)
The tears flowed strongly from my face as the sorrow of Fred’s death dawned on me. Ron’s large hand gripped tightly onto mine as we calmed each other, on the other side of me, there was Harry and Ginny holding hands while Ginny rested her head on Harry’s chest covering it in tears. “Miss Granger and Mr Weasley would like to say a few words about Fred” the minister announced the crowd consisting of family, friends and teachers who all joined together to commend the death of a great twin, friend and brother. I slowly rose and walked slowly up to the stage while Ron slowly followed me, the tears streaming down my face matched those of Mrs Weasley as she tried to condone her tears with hiccups. “I would like to say on our behalf, that Fred was an amazing friend to me and an amazing brother to Ron. He was a joker that’s for sure, and he sure loved getting into mischief and the funniest memory I can remember, though there was many, is the time that Fred and George scared away the worst teacher we had ever had, that was for sure the most funniest and best time that I can remember the best. Ron would you like to say something?” I turned to see Ron’s hands slowly wrap around my waist and rest his hands on my stomach. “Fred will be surly missed by all of us…” His voice breaks and the tears stream steadily down his face and he turns to face me burying his head softly into my shoulder. I step forward “I’m awfully sorry, thank you”. I walk off the stage with Ron in tow; the tears begin streaming down my face towards my cleavage wetting my tee-shirt. I sit down and grab Ron and hugged him tightly as the tears streamed down our faces. The service continued on like a breeze, without knowledge to us both. The time came to carry Fred away to be buried. George, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Mr Weasley and I moved slowly towards the coffin and lifted it, walking down the aisle to the black car sitting in the cold rain. “It’s Fred and everyone else who died during the battle crying for our sorrows” Ron whispered to me, as I turned my head up to the sky and smiled slightly to tell them that I will always take good care of him.


I walked slowly across the grass hopping not to get my heels stuck in the soft grass, Ron helping me balance as we walked behind Mr and Mrs Weasley. With a bang and a crank and the cassette begins to slowly descend down the large hole, as I turned into the strong shoulder of Ron, where I felt most safe. I stayed there for the most of the farewell until the time to lay the flowers, I turned quickly nearly crashing into Harry, he steadied me and gave me a soft push forward to take a rose and lay it onto the soft wood cassette. “Good bye Fred, thank you for always being there for us” I turned and looked at Ron when I said it, he gave a soft smile. “She’s right Fred and I’ll hold on to her, just like you had always said I should” he smiles and looks up at the sky, smiling at the memory. I stand and walk over to Ron and gave him a peck on the check, turned into his arms and stayed there for the rest of the day. We all apparated to the Burrow for the memorial video and for a good night’s sleep before heading to Surrey, into our cottage. I grasp Ron’s hand and begin thinking about the Burrow before I was interrupted by Ron pulling me to one side. His hands grasp my face softly and he planted a soft kiss on my dry lips “Fred was right about you, right from the start I should have listened to him and asked you out before Victor Krum did. I’m so sorry Hermione, I love you will all my heart” My eyes widen as I took in what he was saying “You mean you liked me from the start?” I asked, my voice breaking “Yes, the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that I loved you and you were my perfect match”. I grab at his tee-shirt and pull him close “Now Ronald Weasley you sly, ungrateful…” My words were interrupted by his lips crashing against mine again. The kiss lasted a long time and I knew that through that kiss we were expressing our full feelings for each other. “Let’s go, everyone’s going to wonder where we are soon enough” I gasped when I pulled away for air. “One more thing” He pulled out a golden box, got down on one knee, even there he was still at stomach level “Will you marry me Hermione Jean Granger?” I stood there, got down to his level gasping “Yes. Yes. Of course I’ll marry you... Oh I love you!” I pull him closer, grabbing his face tightly and planting another kiss on his lips, pulling him closer till I could feel his entire body against mine. “Hermione?” I ignored him, wrapping his lips tighter against mine. “Hermione? I love you dear, but shouldn't we be getting back to the party?” Oh right the party... “Sorry, I just love you so much, and this just makes it so much more true” We grasp hands and apparate to the Burrow before we are missed.


The party in Fred’s memorial lasted well after 12am, and by the time me, Ron, Ginny and Harry climbed into bed it was nearly time to wake up again. Ron and I slept safely in each other’s arms, all nightmares disappear. I was awoken by the sound of Ron complaining while the smell of pancakes waffled past my nose. “Ron, its pancakes” I heard Mrs Weasley explain to the once complaining Ron turned into a hungry Ron “Well why didn't you say something mum?” He looked up at his mother’s face, containing giant bags “Oh Mrs Weasley, your eyes, will you let me…” “Hermione I insist you call me Molly and I’ll whip up a cure when everyone is feed”. She left; giving Ron a smile that had just ate a full plate of pancakes. “Sometimes I really wonder what I see in you Ronald” I admitted as I got up out of the warm bed. A pair of warm hands rested against my hips “stay Hermione, please… Let’s have some fun?” He asked “Ronald Weasley, I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up” I quickly leave and run on my tippy toes on the cold tiles laid on the floor of Ron’s bathroom. I brush my teeth and settle my heart before going back into the warmth of our bed.


“Ron?” My voice panicked when he wasn't in bed. “Ron? Ronald?” “Yes my dear?” he said, answering my cries, I run to him my heart pounding in my chest, my lips crash against his “Dear I was gone for a minute” he gasped when we breathed. “After the battle, after everything the thought of you missing from me for more than a minute hurts my heart, I can’t live without you Ron” My eyes look up at his kind face, his face becomes stern then laughter cracks over. “Hermione, I will always be here for you, Hermione you are the love of my life” I crush myself against him, pushing my lips against his, his soft hands pull my tee-shirt up and over my head, I pause staring at his face “Are you sure about this?” I ask, curiously “I have never been more sure about anything” I stretch my hand to reach out to my wand and I lock the door, place a silencing charm then slowly turning to face him my hands matching his. “I’m ready” His eyes widen as he realize what I had just said. His hands reach out to grab at my stomach, I slowly move forward and his hands pull me closer to him. I move my hands to remove his tee-shirt and pull it off him exposing his masculine chest. His hands slide down to my PJ pants, and he moves them slowly down my legs, leaving them on the soft carpet.


“Ron, Hermione. Come on down, someone has arrived for you” Molly’s voice drifts its way up the winding stairs reaching our ears. I gasp and pull away from his rough lips. His lips form to swear “Ron, don’t, we’ll finish this later”. I quickly pull on my jeans and a tee-shirt, undid the enchantments and slipped out the door with a smile as Ron gave the wall a dirty look. I ran down the spirally stairs and arrived in the kitchen to Mr and Mrs Weasley in the kitchen and a stranger sitting at the long wooden table. “Hermione this is Randal Haisbett, he is the new Minister of Magic, and he wants to know if you, Ron and Harry want to join the Department of Dark Arts, to help fight those who try to try to claim revenge after He Who Must Not Be Name’s death”. Randal stood at the entrance of Ron, “Morning mum, who’s this?” he asked curious at the new visitor “Ron, this is…” “I’m Randal Haisbett, the new Minister of Magic” “Hi, what is he doing here” he said while turning towards is mother looking for more pancakes “there will be more soon Ronald, I excuse my son, it’s too early for him to be out of bed”. “Actually Mr Weasley I am here to ask you, Miss Granger and Mr Potter to join us at the Ministry to become part of the Department of Dark arts, as I was telling Miss Granger…” He gives me a smile that puts shivers down my spine “we prevent any dark arts, and lately our department has been going crazy because people have been seeing reports of people trying to claim revenge after Voldermort’s death...” Ron suddenly shook in despair to the name. “And we want you three to come and help us, Mr Potter jumped at the request and I wonder if the rest of the golden trio want to join?” My eyes darted to Ron, “We will have to talk about it, we are just a recently engaged couple and I personally and I know Hermione won’t want this to affect our relationship…” He looks at me waiting for me to agree, I nod to agree “I hope you understand”” Of course Mr Weasley I completely understand, I will return in a week to organize things for Mr Potter and I will bring the correct paper work for you two as well”. He turns on the spot and apparates away.


The rest of the day went by super-fast and soon enough they were in their own home, Ron cooking dinner while I sat and read a good book. “Hermione, dear?” A voice startled me “Oh Ron I am so sorry, I must have just drifted off for a little” That is alright my dear, it’s late, let’s get to bed anyway” I slowly climbed each step taken carefully and soon enough reached the bed, where I laid down and couldn't get to sleep. I turned over and caught Ron staring at me. “Can’t sleep my dear?” “No, you?” “No” I turned to grab a book when Ron grabbed my hand and turned me back towards him, “If you are feeling up to it, we could always… finish what we started this morning?” He asked his face hopeful. I grabbed his face, and kissed him lightly, he took it as an indication to begin, he quickly grabbed me and pulled himself onto me, with a quick check over my face for any sign of fear, his mouth began to softly kiss my neck causing my body to fell as though there were fireworks going off inside me. I pulled him back to my lips and kissed him hard, roughly to show my sheer despair “Ron, I want you” I whined when he began kissing my collarbone. A smile crossed his face as he pushed my tee-shirt up and exposing my light pink bra and soft stomach, his eyes darted around my body as he took in the beauty of my soft skin. “Wow, you are beautiful Hermione, truly” I giggled, pushing his head deep into my stomach so he could feel more of my soft skin. My eyes rolling to the back of my head as he softly began to tease my bellybutton. Grabbing the top of his tee-shirt I pull it off roughly, exposing his masculine figure, running my hands through his soft, red hair, his hands darted further to my PJ’s pulling them off, exposing my matching light pink kickers, a smile crossed his face as he saw my slender body. I roughly pull him up to my lips again, my hands darting down to his underwear, my hands crossing against his penis “Is that your wand, or are you just really excited?” I asked teasing him “What do you think it is my love?” He teased back “Well Ronald, I may just have to strip these awful undies off you and see won’t I?” I teased. My hands darting around his waist pulling the stretchy underwear off him to expose his friend. I gasp in anticipation; he quickly rips off my bra and undies, making both of us naked as babies when first born. “You are totally sure about this Hermione? You can pull out now?” I shook my head roughly “I want it to be you Ron, no one else” he took this as the final request and slowly slides his friend into my tight vagina, “oh my gosh” he laughs as he resisters the tightness. As he slowly began moving inside of me, the pain and tightness disappeared and I could begin to enjoy it, moving my hips to match his, the sensation increases inside me. His hands cup my tiny bum and push himself harder inside me “Ooohhh” I whisper as the sensations increase putting me on the edge “not yet my love” he laughs at the intense amount of sensations ripping through me as we softly made love. “Ahhhhh” the moment his intense sensations were over, I squirted all over his cock and instantly felt exhausted. “Wow” we both laughed, I turned over and we spooned for the rest of the night, where I had a dreamless sleep.


I awoke to the smell of waffles “Ronald Weasley what are you doing?” I asked down the stairs “cooking breakfast my dear” he said his voice sounding closer. “Morning my love, I made you a special breakfast” he said as the light breeze lifted the cooking apron and I saw the hard cock that ventured inside me last night, I giggled at the thought of last night. “What is it dear, is this apron to invading?” he said with a little laugh he places the plate down onto the desk covered in my books, and slowly begins to remove the apron exposing his entire muscular form, I slowly began to creep out of bed, taking the blanket with me. When I arrived at him, I let the blanket drop to show my large breast and tiny figure. “Do you like what you see?” I asked running my hands all over his body “Oh yes dear” he roughly pulls me up to his lips, kissing my roughly, he pushes me against a wall, using his body to support me as he used a hand to hold my hands above my head and the other hand to slide his already hard cock into my tight pussy once again, his movements were no longer soft, they were rough and I loved it. I pushed his hand down and into my clit wanting some simulation there, his hands began to rub softly then harder as my orgasm builds and builds as I groan and get hotter. I push his cock out and push his head down to eat my hot juices, to forever taste the sweetness of my wholeness. I let my teeth graze against his ear when he comes up for a kiss and lightly nip on his ear. He groans with pleasure, I push his now extremely hard cock into my wet pussy where he fucked me hard that my juices spilled everywhere, his hands moved down to my clit causing me to orgasm just with the sheer touch of his hand, his hands begin to tease and massage my clit, his hands making little circles around my clit and my back arches and I try to bear the orgasm make it last longer but with many failures my pussy opens up and realises my juices all over his soft cock. I pull him out of me and lie on the bed with a grunt; he brings over the pancakes and feeds them to me, knowing that I am exhausted.


The rest of the week was spent the same, we would wake up and have a quicky before the day began and then before we went to bed, we have another fuck in the shower, bed, anywhere that could support us. Before we knew it, it has been a week and the Minister of Magic was popping by any minute now, I quickly grabbed my wand and cleaned up, cooking a lovely lunch for the three of us. “Miss Granger” Mr Haisbett asks questionably “Hello Mr Haisbett” ”Oh please call me Randal” “Ok Randal, Ron will be down soon, I have prepared a lunch for us, won’t you come join us? There is more than enough to feed the three of us” I smile at Randal “Hello Mr Haisbett” “As I told your fiancé” he gave me a warm smile “please call me Randal” ignoring Randal he turns to me “wow Hermione, you really went all out didn't you love?” he asked eyeing the food laid out on the large table. I smiled and nodded allowing to men to dig in before myself. The conversation began with the question of if we wanted to join the Ministry of Magic or would rather stay at home. “Well after many hours of talking about it between the two of us, we decided we will love to join the Ministry of Magic” I smile at Ron instantly agreeing “Well that’s wonderful, I have the papers right here” he handed out the contract “Now there are some conditions that can be agreed on, as I recently heard you are planning on getting married in November and there are some paid leave you can have, but also for you Miss Granger” looking at me now “there are maternity leave for a year or two, paid leave” he smiled at me then at Ron “well that is all, so if you could both please sign the bottom of page 3,5 and 10 and I shall be on my way” I slowly signed my name and Ron reached out to collect my paper to hand over to Randal “Thank you both, I shall see you both on Wednesday” with a smile he apparated out of the small cottage. I walked over to the couch and sat down with A Hogwarts A History, calming my nerves, Ron followed and sitting on the couch he pulled me closer and we stayed like that for the rest of the night.


The week went extremely fast and it was time for the Weasley dinner. Dressed in a red dress with a rose crafted out of fabrics on the strap, black heels and a small black cardigan, I was ready to depart “Ronald, I am ready” I called out to the quiet house “boy I would like some children to make this place a bit more noisy, it would be nice” I thought to myself as Ron came bouncing down the stairs in his favorite tee-shirt and jeans. With a raise of his eyebrow, we grasped hands and apparated to the Weasley where I was bundled over by Ginny screaming on the top of her lungs “I AM PREGNANT HERMIONE, I AM PREGNANT! She screamed as loud as she could “Ginny dear, I know you are exited but the whole world doesn’t need to know” Harry came strolling out of the house, resting behind Ginny, his face shaped to match those of his dead father James, though his eyes stood out, Lilly I thought, his dead mother who died to protect him. A warm smile crossed over Harry’s face, “the golden trio back together again” he said as he ran up to hug us both. “It’s nice to see you too Harry” Ron admitted. “Is that my son I hear?” A voice said behind Harry, Harry steeped off to the side and there stood Molly and Arthur “Mum, Dad!” I laughed as Ron nearly knocked over his parents over “Hermione dear” Mrs Weasley turned to face me, I laughed and walked with caution over to where the family stood “Hello Molly, Arthur had a nice week?” I asked hugging Arthur then stepping backwards where Ron caught me “yes dear, come inside before you freeze” I hugged deeper into Ron realising the drop in temperature. Inside the Weasley family all hugged us individually and laughed when Harry and Ginny came bundling in, red nosed “too busy snogging I guess you too” George said to the couple “Not at all” Ginny replied, her face turning red.


The rest of the day went smoothly, and once again they were back in their warm beds snuggled together. I awoke with a sudden pain, creeping out of bed trying not to wake Ron, I walked into the bathroom and there all hell broke loose, I vomited until I was empty but I didn’t seem empty. I must have been making lots of noise because Ron comes in and sees the vomit and instantly rings a heeler to come in and check on me. When the heeler arrived, I was lying on our bed, feeling awful and felt ready to die. “Mr Weasley…” I caught before they closed the door. Ron thanked the heeler and opened the door to a brimming face “Hermione Jean Granger we are pregnant, well actually you are but honey we are going to have a child” my face dropped as my hands touched my stomach “I’m pregnant?” I asked “I’m going to be a mother, you a father” everything settling in my head. I burst into tears with the thought of how I was going to tell everyone. Ron walked over, hugging me into his chest, crying with me. The rest of the day consisted with constant runs to the bathroom for more vomit to escape my tiny body, and when night feel, I slept on the bed while Ron pressed into me, his hands on top of my hands holding our baby. I woke to the need to have more sex; I turned to Ron and saw that he was awake as well. I kissed him squarely on the lips, shaking him awake “What’s the matt….” I kissed him interrupting his question, he clicked on the hint “The heeler said this was going to be one of the main benefits” He smiles at me “Constant sex, I think I can enjoy this” He laughs pulling himself closer to me pulling off my singlet and bra quickly exposing me to the cold morning breeze, I quickly pushed his pants and undies off leaving him naked. Getting the hint he stripped off my jeans and undies leaving me bear jumping onto me, he slides his hard cock inside my wet pussy pumping into me hard causing me to have multiple orgasms that rock through my body hard causing me to scream in pleasure, his tongue slipped into my mouth silencing me, he rocked inside me for a little longer then he released his juices inside me. Afterwards he cooks me all my favourites, “I am starving” I said walking into the kitchen and seeing a naked man cooking me all my favourites, I was so turned on with the sight of the hard cock that I grasped it in my tight hand and pumped it hard causing him to stop and reach his hand to my clit and rub that making it equal. We stayed like that until he slipped his large finger into my pussy and pumped his fingers harder inside me, I turned his around and slowly licked all the way down to where my hand is, slipped his large cock into my mouth and sucked it hard while his hands stimulated my tight pussy causing me to have a multiple orgasm but it wasn’t enough, I turned around to face him again letting his hard cock slide into my tight pussy and I rode his hard cock until the juices released from the two of us hard and constant. We never did get around to eating, we fucked all day and all night and the next day we slept until 12pm the next day.


The next 3 months were challenging, buying baby stuff and the hormones, more sex and the constant vomiting. I was lying in bed waiting for Ron to come out of the bathroom when I suddenly felt a strong pain, I grasped at my stomach protecting it from whatever this shooting pain, running from the bedroom into the tiny house bathroom sitting on the cold floor I lock the door weakly with my wand. The pain increased and I was screaming. “What’s going on? “I asked myself, I must have said it out loud because Ron came banging on the door “Hermione” his voice worried with fear “Ron I lost….” I cried out in excoriating pain, with a bang and a creak the door flew open and there stood Ron staring at me in a puddle of blood grasping a tiny figure... “I lost the…”The pain came over me again and I dropped to the ground my head resting on the blood “Ron, I love yo...” I quietly whispered before passing out.


I woke to the sound of a beeping that was irritating me, I tried to move my hand to shut the beeping noise when a strong hand grabbed mine and stopped me. I turned my head to see Ron “Ron… I’m so sorry. I…” I stopped suddenly as I let the tears stream down my face. I lost my baby, I lost Ron’s child. Ron’s arm wrapped around me as the tears fell strongly. Once I had stopped crying “How long have I been here Ron, where is the baby? I want to see my baby!” I yelled at him, he stared at me for a few minutes and then broke down into tears “You have been here for a week, the heelers put you under a controlled sleeping potion to allow your body to heal, the baby is in the infirmity, they will let us burry the baby if we would like to?” his eye brows lifted letting me make the choice “Can I see…?” “Yes dear, let’s go now” I slowly steeped out of the high bed and onto the cold lino of the hospital, “here are your slippers, and your dressing gown” he helped me place them on my tiny shoulders as I couldn’t support myself “Ron…” “Yes dear?” “Can I still have children?” I asked needing to know the answer so I can move on “Yes dear, but there may be some complications if we try again”. His eyes darted to the left as he couldn’t look at me “What complications?” I asked, pulling his eyes back to my face “I’ll let the doctor tell you dear” I nodded and continued on the journey to see my baby. After climbing down the many stairs down to the infirmity and opening the heavy metal door, I meet with the reception nurse, “Miss Granger” I said, and she taped a few keys then stood and walked in front of us leading us to a room where there lay a tiny red baby. I let the tears fall down my face and Ron lead me out of the room and back to my room where we laid together and cried together for the night.
The next morning when Ron left to get some things for me Harry and Ginny arrived. “Oh Hermione I am so sorry” Ginny exclaimed as I saw the baby in her arms “is that James?” I asked wanting to hold my nephew “yes, do you want to hold him?” Harry looked at her worried “yes” I said, my hands reaching out to grab onto him. His hands grabbed my pinkie and wouldn’t let go as I talked to Ginny and Harry dodging the subject of the dead baby. Ron arrived hugging me then Ginny and Harry and setting down in the large couch watching me as I played with James and talked to Ginny about our wedding.


After spending 5 days in the hospital Ron and I left for the funeral of our baby, a small event with a few friends and family. I slowly slipped out of my PJ’s and into a long black dress that has a red rose on the waist, Ron walked out of the bathroom in a black suit with a red rose on the chest. “We match” I said solemn, he gave me a soft smile, a kiss on the check and reached out his hand to apparate together to the service. At the service my mother and father, Molly and Arthur, Harry, Ginny and James and the rest of the Weasley were there to commend in the death of our child. The service was very upsetting for Ron and me and we sat hugging for the rest of service. I tiptoed past Fred’s grave and buried our baby next to his grave. I laid a lavender and rose down onto the tiny coffin and turned to face Ron where we stood and hugged long after everyone had left. We sat on the couch, looking through all the photos of me with a tiny bump and the photos with a ring on my finger. I heard Ron’s light snore and I rested against his chest and feel asleep.


The next morning I was feeling a lot better and decided that I would make the pair of us some brunch that would hopefully tickle Ron’s taste buds. I began making the pancake batter while using my wand to make some waffles, cutting some berries into a few pieces to put into the pancakes when a pair of hands wrapped around my waist and pull me into their body. I turned around and I saw Ron laughing and smiling at me “Now what is my beautiful Fiancé doing?” “Well Ronald I am making pancakes, your favourite” I gave him a soft smile “and my favourite, waffles” I broke free from his hands to turn and finish the pancakes and waffles. When they were done I placed them onto the table and ordered Ron to eat as much as needed. Afterwards I cleaned up the kitchen then the entire house to prepare for any guest’s we may have during the day. I get changed into my jeans and a nice cosy blouse and proceeded to do the shopping. Ron decided that he would stay home and do some quitditch practice. When I walked into Miranda Roosevelt’s shopping experience to buy some things including a present for little James for his 1^st birthday this weekend, I bumped into Lavender Brown, “Hello” she began “Hi, how are you?” I replied “alright, you?” “Oh I am alright” “Well I better be on my way, got lots to buy” Well that was weird I said to myself wondering if she still disliked me.


Arriving home I arrived to the smell of roast chicken cooking and rose scented candles. “Ron?” I asked wondering what the occasion is “Hello dear, it is the 1^st anniversary since I proposed to you, I thought I might as well do something special, seeing we haven’t done anything in a while” He quickly scanned over my face to ensure there was no tears before coming over and pulling me into a chair and setting up my meal. We talked about everything that night, and then during pudding he pulls me onto the couch and kisses me on the check, he goes to give me another kiss when I move my head slightly to receive the kiss on my lips. His eyes widened as he realised what was about to happen, I pulled him closer “I think it’s time we stop tiptoeing around the subject of having children, I want more Ron and I want them with you” I whispered in his ear before pulling him closer to me and kissing him harder, after a few seconds he responds with the same amount of enthusiasm as he proceeds to rip my clothing off. Pushing him away I climbed up the stairs and began getting ready with the new sexy outfit I brought last week, hoping to use it, well this is the time to use it I told myself. After changing into the blue tight dress with black high heels and laid down on the bed “Ron I’m ready” My voice carrying down the stairs hitting Ron in the face as he proceeded to climb up the stairs to see what is taking me so long. When he arrived in the bedroom I rushed up to him and stripped him naked so I was the only one dressed, Ron ripped my dress off me nearly damaging the zipper and slowly pushed me down onto the bed and removing my bra and undies he slowly inserted his hard cock into my pussy and fucked me softly building the pressure each time I moaned until he was fucking me so hard that my groans turned into screams as the pressure of my orgasm builds. My hands grabbed his and shoved his thumb into my clit forcing him to move his hand around causing the orgasm to grow stronger and stronger until I couldn’t hold on for any longer and with a groan the pressure released as my wet juices released all over Ron’s cock, then in time with me all his sperm covered the inside of my wet pussy and we both fell asleep there, staying like that for the rest of the night to try and maximise the chances of me getting pregnant.


The next month went by like a breeze, we had sex every night to try and get me pregnant. Then it was time for the weeding, it was 7am and I woke up with an excavating pain that ran from my stomach down to my vagina and I screamed with the pain that caused Ginny to wake robustly and come over “Hermione what’s the problem?” She asked trying to get a full sentence out of me “It hurts…I can’t breathe… too much pain… need…Ron!” I screamed and Ginny took that as a hint to apparate out to see Ron and Harry. I ran to the bathroom feeling the urge to vomit and sure enough the moment I arrived there a blood coloured vomit came out of my tiny mouth, the pain eased for a second then increased again “AHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed the pain feeling like I was dying. “Hermione? Hermione?!” Ron called from the lounge “Ron… I help” I whispered but he kept calling for me, and searching for me. “Ron…” He heard me that time. When his arms wrapped around me I began shivering with fear and Ginny handed me a little box, “Hermione try it... I want you to just try” Ron helped me up, helped me drink a glass of water and held the test over my vagina while I peed on the test. The five minutes nearly killed me more than the pain that had decreased for now. “Hermione… It’s time…” Ron nervously took a look and his face brimmed with excitement “Hermione we are going to be parents again” I looked at him with despair “What?” I asked needing to hear it again so I knew it was true “After a month of trying we are going to be parents again” His face waiting for some sort of reaction from me. My face brimmed with excitement, ignoring the pain that slowly increased I ran towards Ron and began crying with happiness. “Guys I know there is excitement but there is a weeding in a few hours” Ginny and Harry laughed with us as we said our goodbyes for now. I settled down onto the bed where there laid my gorgeous weeding dress “I’m happy we are getting married now and not latter when this dress wouldn’t fit” I said out loud to Ginny. “Do you need help getting it on?” “No, I’ve got it” I slip out of my PJ’s and into the dress of my dreams. “Wow, you look great Hermione” Ginny admitted “Now come here so I can do your hair” I sat down on the expensive chair and let Ginny do her magic. Closing my eyes I had a day dream about this baby and the life that we would have soon enough. “I’m done Hermione” I open my eyes revelling an amazing person staring back at me, I move my head slightly and they matched the movement, it is me! “Wow Ginny this is amazing” “Now that the bride is already I think it’s time we get you down to Ron now don’t you agree?” I smiled as I slipped on my silver heels and begin to descend down the stairs.


I took each step carefully worried to fall. Gripping tightly onto the railing to stop me falling over and holding my dress up to stop my heels ripping my dress. I gracefully made it down the stairs and my eyes latched onto Ron in a White suit with a red bow tie “wow” I whispered. He turned to look at me his eyes wided with the scale of the dress. “Ron Weasley do you take Hermione Granger to be your lawfully weided wife till death do you part?” “I do” “And do you Hermione Granger take Ronald Weasley to be your lawfully weided husband till death do you part” “I do” “You may put the rings on”. My soft hands carresed around his hands as the golden band slipped onto my finger and weiged it down “With the power invested in me, I know pronunce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride” And with that Ron grabs me, dips and kisses me till the last butterfly has flyed free. The rest of the night wen't almost like a blur, the annoncemnent of our child sent red spells up into the sky changing into blue fireworks mid air. The night lasted well after 4am, I rested my head onto Ron's shoulder and he carried me into the hotel where the night consited of my pussy being ripped open multiple times and the juices of us both littering the sheets.