Rekindle the Passion

Rekindle the Passion

By: Sakura Lena Yuy

Disclaimer

: I don´t own these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Warnings

: Contains some sexual situations and coarse language, not suitable for children.

Chapter 1

: The Outcry

"This is why you called a family meeting!" George exclaimed in a half-mocking tone and his eyes wide with amusement.

All the Weasleys, except Charlie and Bill were gathered in the Burrow wearing their pajamas. Ron called a family meeting saying it was of urgent importance, but now every single member was staring at him in disbelief.

"You called an emergency meeting because your wife refuses you. Ronald this isn´t something you discuss with your family," Percy added in a chiding tone.

Ron glared at his brother. "You´re just saying that because Penelope never did that to you, and if she did your pride wouldn´t allow you to express your feelings."

"Bedroom matters shouldn´t be discussed with us, but between you and your wife," Percy firmly stated.

"It´s not just that," Ron snapped back.

Ginny placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "Then what is it Ron? You said that Hermione is ignoring you every night, is their something else?"

Ron looked over at his baby sister. He couldn´t help but noticed the over-sized drawstring pants she had on. He began to ponder where she got them from; he smiled inwardly and hoped that his best friend had something to do with this.

He sighed loudly before continuing. "She ignores me totally, not just at night but during the day as well. I completely understand that the baby needs her, but Brianna does sleep and mum and Mrs. Granger takes care of her sometimes. Hermione doesn´t even take care of herself, for Merlin´s sake she doesn´t get out of sweats. All she has on her mind is baby this, baby that."

Mrs. Weasley handed Ron a cup of tea and smiled softly. "Dear you have to understand that Hermione is just trying to be a good mother. I know from experience it isn´t an easy task."

Ron shook his head in amazement, no one understood him. They didn´t seem to understand the situation he was in. Ron was lonely, sad, and feeling unloved in his own home, and no one in his family could give him any support.

"She has stopped writing," he added dryly.

Mr. Weasley froze, "She has what?"

"You heard me."

"Writing is her life. Hermione wouldn´t stop it without good reason. She chose that profession because it would allow her the time to raise children," Mr. Weasley responded.

Ginny looked at Ron, "Why?"

"The baby needs her, or so she says," Ron added before taking a sip of his tea.

Mrs. Weasley crossed her arms, "That is how it should be. Hermione wanted a family so her career can wait. I never said anything before but I never liked the idea of women working, they really belong in the home."

"Not again, mother. Daddy tell her that she is wrong. Hermione loves writing and everyone loves her stories. She´s enchanted the wizarding world with her tales," Ginny responded.

"Gin´s right. Besides Mum all that talk about women staying at home is old-fashioned. You need a lot of money these days, and that means the wife´s got to put in her share," Percy stated.

Mr. Weasley looked at his wife, "Molly, we were lucky that we were able to raise the children with my income, but they can´t. Besides you always said a girl with her intellect would be wasting it if she didn´t share it. Remember dear you gave her the idea to write."

"Well," Mrs. Weasley sighed. "I guess you´re right. I must have forgotten."

Ron slipped into the kitchen, while his family continued their discussion of working wives. Fred was pacing back and forth carrying his son Chase, who was fast asleep.

"Little brat is finally asleep, took him long enough."

"Well at least you´re allowed to watch your kid without a thousand questions."

"Bitter," Fred whispered, "don´t worry about it. Once they get old enough you won´t have to put up a fight. Instead you´ll get them on silver platters."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yes. When this critter was a baby Angie wouldn´t let me do a thing. She said I was too much of a clown and a brute to handle a baby. But then she got sick with a fever, and couldn´t take care of him. I had to take care of Chase alone, but as scared as I was I did pretty good job."

Ron sighed heavily. "So after that you were able to care of Chase without problems."

"No," Fred chuckled. "She still gets her mum or ours, but when an emergency comes up she doesn´t hesitate to leave him with me."

"It feels like no one understands me. Like they never went through it before," Ron uttered.

Fred smiled widely. "I know exactly what you´re going through. Things may not seem great now, but sometimes you got to take charge Ron. Make Mione see you again, do whatever it takes. I used the old Weasley charm on Angie, why don´t you give it a try...it worked once before."

"Weasley charm?" Ron mused.

"Yeah go, give it a try," George added as he patted his back. "I just tell everyone you got out of here, couldn´t take anymore of this."

"You will?" Ron questioned.

Fred nodded; and watched as his younger brother apparated home. Within a blink of an eye Ron was back in his home, and came face to face with a fuming Hermione.

"Ronald Weasley where were you? I can not believe that you would leave and not tell me where you went. I couldn´t write a thing worrying about you," she screamed and chased after her husband as he headed toward the stairs.

"You haven´t been able to write for the past three weeks, and I doubt I had anything to do with that."

Hermione stopped in her tracks. "Where were you?" she asked.

"The Burrow."

"Why in the world were you there? It is nearly midnight. You just went there for a jolly visit. Ron don´t you dare go upstairs until we finish this conversation, I don´t want to wake the baby," Hermione commanded.

Ron paused suddenly and turned to his wife. He smiled widely, making her even more mad. Hermione hadn´t shown this much spirit since the day he proposed after their graduation. She had screamed at him loudly, questioning his sanity because she refused to get married so young. But regardless of what she had said, she muttered yes after he had kissed her senseless.

Hermione crossed her arms sternly. "Don´t smile at me like that. I know what you´re trying to do, and I won´t have it."

Ron moved closer to her and looked down at her. "Try what?"

"I don´t have to say," Hermione muttered.

The closeness of their bodies was making her uncomfortable. She felt his heat through his cloak, and the way he was looking at her made her shiver. Ron smiled slightly at the reaction he was getting. He knew that her resolve was faltering. She couldn´t speak and every time she attempted she would stutter.

"Stop looking at me like that," Hermione whispered.

"Why?"

Hermione looked into his eyes and opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Mione why?"

"Because..." she stammered, "because your looking at me like I´m...like your undressing me with your damn eyes!"

He brushed back a strand of her chocolate hair and cupped her cheek. "Why are you complaining? I know what you hide underneath all that flannel, and frankly I miss it."

Before she could respond Ron pressed his lips against hers. He took advantage of her open mouth, slipping his tongue in. She tasted like chocolate fudge and strawberries revealing to Ron her midnight snack. She soon followed Ron´s actions and began to massage his tongue back. He groaned happily as she grasped onto his cloak and pulled him closer. He wrapped his long arms around her and his hands brushed along her thighs.

"Ron..." Hermione sighed as they pulled apart.

"Hmm?"

"Bring me upstairs."

Ron raised his eyebrows suggestively and happily lifted his giggling wife. He quietly raced up the stairs hoping that Brianna would sleep through the night. Once in their room, he gently placed Hermione in their bed. He unceremoniously pulled off his cloak and pajamas. Hermione couldn´t help but giggle at her husband; she could tell that he´d wanted this for a while.

Ron jumped into the bed and kissed her once again. He began to tug at the hem of her shirt and quickly pulled it up. He paused and looked at her bare chest. A pink hue crossed her cheeks as Hermione caught sight of Ron´s gaze.

"You´re so beautiful," his voice deep with anticipation.

Ron kissed her gently as he pressed himself against her. The feeling of her smooth skin against his solid form left them both breathless and wanting. Then he suckled softly along the length of her throat descending to the hollow of her collarbone. He nipped at the bare flesh causing her to squirm in pleasure. Hermione threaded her fingers through his thick fiery mane guiding him on. Ron nuzzled further into her bare chest coaxing and teasing the heated skin. Hermione instinctively went for the waistband of his boxers seeking to remove the bothersome barrier, while Ron pulled off her cotton panties with ease. Once free of all their clothing Hermione laid back bringing her husband along with her. He placed gentle kisses on her face as he settled between her legs.

"I love you so much, Mione," Ron whispered in her ears.

Hermione sweetly replied, "And I love you"

Ron gently pressed closer to her willing form, as he gazed deeply into her eyes. Hermione bit her lower lip seductively and grasped onto his broad shoulders. Then a loud wail came from down the hall. Hermione tired to push Ron back, but he remained still.

"Wait," Ron hissed.

Hermione looked at him with concern, but lay back down and waited. Ron silently prayed that Brianna would go back to sleep, instead the opposite happened. The screams became more intense and Hermione grabbed her robe.

"A few minutes honey. I will be right back."

Ron buried his face in the pillows, but assured himself that she would return. He shifted uncomfortably in their large bed; he was still hard and wanting. Brianna´s screams calmed down somewhat but he could still hear her whine. Ron pulled up the covers and waited for his wife´s return. He yawned and fought against sleep, but in the end Ron lost and fell asleep.

Suddenly the loud chime of the clock awoke Ron. He franticly looked around but saw no one. His eyes came upon the clock and sighed when he saw the time.

"Six o´clock in the morning."

He jumped out of bed and slipped on his pajamas. Ron ruffled his mused hair and began to search for Hermione. He went downstairs and heard the annoying scratch of a quill. Hermione was sitting at her mahogany desk surrounded by scrolls and several ink bottles. Ron immediately knew that she had been writing all night. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun, she wore her glasses to reveal the tension in her eyes, and lastly her writing hand was covered in ink.

"Inspiration called?" Ron asked, drawing her attention away from her work.

Hermione smiled. "Oh Ron thank you," she squealed as she raced into his arms.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Thank you?"

She ran back to her desk and lifted up several scroll filled with her small cursive. "For this, all of this. Last night after..." she waved her hand suggestively.

"What we tried to accomplish you mean."

"Oh that´s right. Anyway when I came back to our room you looked so cute asleep and well still...you know."

Ron´s eyes widen in disbelief. "I was still up?"

A soft blush touch Hermione´s cheek, "I am not finished. Well it came to me, and I knew how to finish up the latest chapter to the series. So I rushed downstairs and started to write and well I am not done. Could you feed Bri, she should be getting up right now."

Before Ron could answer Hermione sat back down and kissed her quill before continuing to write.

"Oh thanks dear. You are such a great help," she muttered without looking up at him.

Old Weasley charm my ass. I need a new plan and something that will grantee me a well-deserved shag

, Ron thought as he left to prepare Brianna´s bottle.