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Parenting Prompt

...... WE HAVE A TIE!!

☆ the WINNERS are ☆ with 38% of the vote each

Counting to 100 by @diva-gonzo!!!! Helpless by @therozzy!!!!

Congratulations to both of you!!

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Helpless

Category: Parenting Rated M Drabble

“Ron.” A whisper.

Nothing.

“Ron!” More forceful this time.

“Wazzamatter?” Ron says, groggy.

“You fell asleep.”

“Did I?”

“Yes. Just when we were about to –”

A loud yawn interrupts her.

“For Heaven’s sake, Ron.”

“I’m tired,” he whines. “Hugo never bloody sleeps.”

“One second you were all – excited, and the next…” A gesture at the gradually deflating tent in the sheets.

“I’m sorry, love.” He stifles another yawn.

“It’s important that we maintain our intimate relationship. All the books say so. We knew it would be harder with two, but –”

“Trust me love, I want to. I’m just – so –” he yawns again, “fucking tired.”

Hermione gives a loud sigh.

“Fine. Goodnight, Ron.”

“G’night love.”

He rolls onto his side and rests his hand on her hip. The ensuing spark of arousal causes her to draw in a sharp breath, but he’s already snoring.

“Damn,” she whispers. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, willing sleep to come, trying to ignore the lingering ache. It’s a helpless undertaking. And so, with a glance at her sleeping husband, she wriggles out from his embrace; her hand slides under the sheet, along her still-rounded belly and into her knickers.

The first brush of fingers against labia makes her gasp. She looks again at Ron but his eyes remain closed, his breathing even. She touches herself again and presses her lips together, trying not to moan aloud. She’s done this in front of him before, of course, but never while he slept; the taboo of it makes her heart race.

And then she touches her nub, and she can’t help but arch off the mattress and groan.

Suddenly, a large, familiar hand covers hers, pushing her fingers harder against her core, and she moans again. Her eyes flutter open and he’s above her, his eyes dark with lust. “Need a hand?”

“Oh, God,” she gasps, and her orgasm overwhelms her, leaving her breathless. Before she can recover, Ron is dragging her knickers down her legs and pressing his body to hers, as a hand on her hip rolls her onto her side. She can feel his reawakened cock, hard and insistent behind her.

“I thought you were too tired?”

“Turns out I was wrong,” he whispers, and pushes in.

He is everywhere – hard muscles moving against her back, mouth on her neck, a hand holding her hip, her arse, tweaking her aching nipple; and, most of all, his cock pressing deep into her. Each touch draws out something primal from within her; every movement sets her nerve endings alight. She grinds back against him desperately, doing anything she can to increase the delicious friction.

She whimpers as her second orgasm shatters her, her eyes screwed up against the force of it, but he doesn’t slow down. Instead he growls in her ear and rolls his hips even harder against her, fingers digging into her thigh. She’s helpless. She can’t escape this snare, this hedonistic vice his body has captured her in, and she doesn’t want to. She can do nothing except groan, each thrust drawing sounds from deep within her chest, and somehow remember to breathe. She is entirely at his mercy. And just when she thinks she can’t take anything more, he reaches for her clit once more.

She cries out and so does he, and then they fall silent, the room filled only with their panting breaths as their heart rates slowly return to normal.

“Better?” he asks after a while.

“Mmm.” Hermione feels sated, wrung out, as though she may never move again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. Honestly.”

“It’s fine.” He presses a kiss to her cheek and another in her sweat-dampened hair. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she says, but he is already snoring again.

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Quality Time

Category: Parenting Rated M Drabble

Two arms snaked around Ron’s waist as he stood in front of the bathroom sink, drying his hands.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked with a hesitant, I-don’t-want-to-get-my-hopes-up smile.

“I thought we could do with some alone time,” she answered, kissing his shoulder blade.

“What about the kids?”

“I got them both to go down for a kip.”

She had barely finished speaking before Ron, in a practiced movement, whirled her around in front of him as he locked the door with his other hand.

Within moments he was up her shirt like a determined Niffler in a bank vault, sighing happily as he nuzzled her breasts, one hand reaching around to knead her arse.

“There’s no rush, Ron,” Hermione laughed, threading her fingers through his hair, her eyes fluttering shut as he sucked her nipple into a peak.

“Sorry,” he muttered against her skin.

“It hasn’t been that long! I know it can be difficult to find time with the kids–”

“Speaking of, we need to move fast–they never stay down long enough,” Ron mumbled, licking his way down her stomach and undoing her shorts, letting them and her knickers fall around her ankles.

He hadn’t had his tongue between her folds for nearly long enough before she was tugging him to stand up, but she made up for it by pulling his head down to her and sucking his tongue, gripping him through his trousers before deftly undoing the fly to free him. She teased him with a slow, deliberate pull, circling her thumb over the already damp head. When he groaned into her mouth, she laughed, and slid to her knees, looking up at him wickedly.

“Hermione, I don’t think we have tiiIIIIIiiime–ohfuckityes!”

She felt his fingers tangle in her hair close to the scalp, enough for her to feel his excitement, but not enough to hurt. She smirked against him when she heard him whimper at the loss of contact as she removed him from her mouth, only for him to moan in appreciation when she gave his bollocks a careful suck. She let one hand fondle them, enjoying their weight, as she trailed tiny licks and kisses up his shaft, before sucking him down in one swift motion that had him jerking so hard he rose onto his toes. Her thighs were burning from her crouched position, but she ignored it as she built up a steady pace, one hand dropping down to brush the dampness spreading in her knickers.

Ron’s muscles tensed beneath his skin, his stomach sucking in harshly as she swirled her tongue around the tip. “‘Ermione, up,” he slurred, signalling that he was too close.

Once she was halfway standing, he lifted her up and placed her on the sink–specifically installed for the height–and positioned himself as she locked her ankles behind him. Both tried to be quiet, so as not to wake the children, but muttered curses and endearments soon had the mirror fogging up, sweat slicking down both of their backs. Hermione had already brought herself near the edge with her own fingers, so she encouraged him to move faster, the muscles of his arse clenching under her heels. Their cries were covered by several bottles and jars being knocked to the floor, ignored for the moment as they slumped together, breathing heavily.

“We really need to do this more often,” Ron said, kissing her shoulder.

“I know it’s been an adjustment this summer. You can always pay me a visit in my office,” Hermione said, chuckling as his eyes lit up.

Once they were dressed and hair smoothed back into place, they opened the door.

Coming face to face with Hugo, slumped against the opposite wall as only a fifteen year old could. All three stared at one another for several long, familiarly awkward moments. Hugo finally sighed.

“Rose, you were right!” He bellowed/

“Ha!” His sister’s voice floated back. “That’s twenty Galleons you owe me, Badger Boy!”

“I’m…..just gonna go use the other one,” Hugo mumbled, slinking back down the hall.

“Poor Hugo!” Hermione shook her head.

“Yeah. Imagine how he’ll feel when he finds out we’ve done it in there, too.”

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Counting to 100

Category: Parenting Rated M

Ron held his breath after laying Rose down in bassinet, counting to 100 before he could take a step back towards the door. She could wake in an instant before 100 but then sleep for hours once she was fast asleep. At 101, Ron took a step backwards towards the open door to the landing, knowing that Hermione probably was in the kitchen, tidying after lunch on a chilly Saturday, a rare day for her to be away from the office.

Rosie didn’t realize that Mummy worked so much and that Daddy missed Mummy fiercely during the week. But then she was only six months old and hadn’t quite learned about using inside voices for informing Daddy she was awake or ready for a nappy change. Rosie was as loud has her mother, sometimes.

He took one last step to the doorway and a small yet strong hand yanked him through the doorway to the hall, pressing him into the sheet rock on the other side, across from their bedroom. “Asleep?” Hermione inquired as she worked her hands under his jumper and vest, covered in porridge and fruit pudding. “Please tell me that she will sleep for at least an hour.” Small hands went further under his vest, finding the hairs on his chest and the pebbling of his nips.

Ron pulled his wand from his trousers and motioned it at the doorway and walls. “She can’t hear us now, but we can hear her.”

“Brilliant,” Hermione whispered before pulling Ron across the hallway to their bedroom. His jumper and vest flew off, sans magic, but Ron used his wand to divest Hermione of her sleep trousers and vest, leaving her in her skin.

“Ron?” Hermione motioned that he hadn’t finished with his clothes but he laughed then shimmied out of his trousers and pants. “Sorry,” he chuckled while knowing he wasn’t sorry at all. He dove under the covers of their bed and Hermione joined him, kissing him frantically.

“Hour? Sure about that?” Her hand worked down through the coarse hairs on his lower belly onto his cock, feeling the silky skin covering the ridges and veins.

“I dunno, it might be ten minutes if you have your way.” Ron rolled them over, with Hermione pressed into the warmed bedclothes, feeling her hands over his shoulders and down onto his bum.  “Fuck, missed this too much!” He kissed her, pressing his lips into her neck and chest, leaving a trail of kisses over her.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, opening herself up to him. “Last three days in the office, all I could think about was you making me scream.” She shifted again and he slid into her, warm and inviting and just the right bit of grip. “You’d think we’d been without for months, not a week.”

Ron lifted up from his elbows onto his knees, bringing Hermione’s legs onto the bed behind his arse. His hands found his favorite bits, on her tits and her clit, rubbing both.  “Well, when your case wrapped up Tuesday, I knew you’d want to celebrate. And before that, it had been a month.” He pouted a second before moving her right leg to his shoulder and her left one as wide as she could comfortably move it. “You were working sixteen hour days getting that legislation ready to pass.” He rubbed her clit and she clamped down on him, moaning and quivering under his touch.  He slowed some, letting her appreciate the massive orgasm before speeding back up.

“Merlin knows everyone who ever had Remus as a professor was there, celebrating the Werewolf Emancipation and Employment Act you busted your arse to pass.” Ron pulled her closer, focusing on thrusting higher on her inner walls to feel her come harder. She did, screaming.

“Fuck, it was my third proudest moment, being with you.” Her eyes were closed and she was close, by the way she was panting. His thrusts grew erratic but he knew she had a third in her. Her words were growing crass and pointed, which never failed to make him even harder. “Second was the day you gave birth to Rose – and lived through it. First was the day you married my sorry arse!”

The band in his bits exploded, giving everything he had to his blissful wife.

He fell back into the bedclothes, trying to remember how to breathe when he felt her crawling over his chest. Wetness fell onto his chest and heard his wife weeping.

“I did it for Remus, and Professor Snape. All of those journals, detailing exactly what happened to them that year. I knew I had to do something, to help those afflicted get the help they needed, from competent potions masters. I knew they needed help and I said I would do something.”

Ron opened his eyes and saw his wife, while disheveled and properly shagged, smiling bright. “My brilliant wife. I am so proud to be your husband.”

“I couldn’t do it without your help and support.”

“You know,” Ron smirked, “one day, Rose will know how amazing her Mum is.”

Hermione leaned down and kissed him languidly. “But I hope that she’ll always be Daddy’s little girl. That will exceed all my expectations.”

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Parenting

10 days of highlights

♛ Parenting When you have littles running around, interruptions and time limitations necessitate the need to get creative. The TRUE quickie.

Counting to 100 Putting Rosie’s naptime to good use whilst simultaneously catching up

Quality Time Quickies happen where they can. Even in the loo.

Helpless Parenting can be extremely tiring... but Hermione can fire him up even when he’s asleep.

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