(Thanks so much for the previous reviews!) Ron and Hermione have been married for 10 years and Ron's a little stressed from work. Who other than Hermione to help him unwind? Bit of angst again; smut? - reviews would be great(:

The window stood ajar emitting sounds of rustling leaves swaying in the breeze; birds sang a delicate harmony and Hermione Wealsey lounged on the large brown sofa, her wild bushy hair pulled back into a pony tail listening to the calming sounds of summer. Enjoying her time off from The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she had allowed herself some relaxation time. Previously, Mrs. Weasley had come around to pick up Rose and Hugo resulting in the house becoming blissfully quiet. Placing her wine on the coffee table, Hermione sighed and stretched out her limbs, lying down and resting her head on the arm rest. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Peace. Tranquillity. Silence.

The front door slammed suddenly and Hermione jumped, falling off of the sofa in the process. Annoyed, she leapt from the carpet and marched towards the living room door to investigate, readying herself to shout for she hardly ever managed to enjoy any time to herself - how dare they! Wrenching it open, she was met with a sight she would not have expected to see; Ron was stood with the back of his head resting against the door. His eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched in anger, his firsts curling and uncurling at his sides as his chest heaved with frustration.

"Ron?" Hermione asked tentatively, taking a step forward. She had been aware that work was stressing him and Harry out, but she hadn't realised it was getting to Ron so much - all of their conversations in bed at night had led her to believe, although he was a bit worried, that he was on top of things. All of her annoyance from the sound of the slamming door ebbed away as Ron's eyes flickered open, a look of defeat shining animatedly within the piercing blue.

"We're failing, Hermione. He got away. Again." He fisted his flaming red hair and his voice rose slightly, "I'm so bloody annoyed... We were so close. Merlin's beard, I could have touched him. But then he goes and disapparates." He spat the last word and his jaw clenched once more as he angrily tugged his tie loose.

"Oh Ron, don't be silly of course you're not failing! It's ok, you'll catch him eventually-" Hermione began, her tone soothing, but Ron was not having any of it. He stormed past her into the living room and grumpily sat down. Hermione followed suit. Times like these, she knew he needed her to be patient - she couldn't help but recall all of the countless of times Ron had been frustrated with himself over an essay or a Quidditch match, she had always been there to help him through it. Just like now.

"Hermione, come on. It's been 7 weeks. 7 whole weeks. How do you think that makes me and Harry look? They're surely going to sack us before long." Ron groaned and leaned back into the sofa. Hermione walked over and sat next to him, snuggling into his side. He automatically lifted his arm up and she rested her head on his chest as his arm encircled her waist to pull her closer.

"You haven't slept properly in weeks, have you? You're stressed, Ron and I'm worried. You need to relax. You're not usually this uptight, it's usually me who worries so much over work!" She smiled at the irony, running her fingers down the tense muscles of his chest. Even after all these years, she knew Ron loved it when she grazed her fingers over his collar bone. She visibly saw his muscles loosen a little. Still, his jaw was tight.

He began to stroke her hair and the effect was calming. When he spoke, his voice was back to normal, "But how can I stop stressing over this, 'Mione? It's all I can think about." He sighed, yet Hermione continued her soothing run of her fingers slowly up and down his chest and soon he found the tension dissolve completely.

"Stressing about it is not going to help you catch him faster." Hermione started in a matter-of-fact tone, "Forget about work." With this, Ron chuckled.

"Who'd have thought it would be you trying to convince me to forget about work? I remember it was you who made me that revision timetable 3 months before our exams." He grinned at the look on Hermione's face - she was glaring at him, trying to suppress a smile.

"Oh shh, Ron. That was necessary!" She grinned, "Anyway, you need something to distract you - to help you relax." Sitting up slowly, Hermione gave him a meaningful look, her eyes boring into his. Ron being Ron, however, was oblivious to the hint.

"Oh, is dinner almost ready then? I'm starving!" He kicked his shoes off and pulled his suit jacket off, his face brightening. Hermione sighed, shaking her head and wishing he was more receptible to hints. "No. I mean you need a distraction..." She trailed away and Ron flashed her a curious look. Suddenly she was straddling his lap, her arms snaking around his neck.

Ron raised his eyebrows questioningly, but he could not mistake that certain sensation running through his body - both working, they hadn't had much alone time in a few months and Ron suddenly realised what Hermione had meant.

"Oh, yeah...That sort of distraction." His voice was quiet with anticipation and his eyes, sparkling, latched onto Hermione's, his mouth turning up at the corner. She shuffled forwards on his lap, careful to make sure there was not an inch she couldn't feel of Ron. Her heart pounded, butterflies stirring in her stomach.

She grinned, "Well you are easily distracted, are you not?" Her head dipped and she allowed her lips to graze his bottom lip briefly. The slight contact caused Rons' spine to tingle. He was definitely distracted now. No longer stressed. Heck, he no longer cared about anything else except the uproar of emotions he was experiencing due to Hermione's action.

"Hm, definitely. I'm the king of distraction." His hands ran up her thighs before settling upon her bum. Heart thumping with longing, he leant forwards and kissed Hermione on the side of her neck. She quivered slightly.

"Does that make me your queen, then?" Hermione asked softly as she began to unbotton Rons' shirt. He nodded and, although her legs were pressed firmly either side of Rons', she suddenly felt weak with anticipation as his hands slithered to the base of her back underneath her t-shirt. He drew small circles with his fingers which elicited a shiver from Hermione, who pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. Ron then pulled her t-shirt over her head. Hermione instantly ran her hand down his bare chest and down to his trousers; she unbuckled his belt slowly.

"I've missed this, you know." His voice was gruff as Hermione brushed her fingers through his hair. She nodded in agreement, for 10 years of marriage hadn't distinguished the flame that ignited every time they were this close. Hemione pushed her body against Ron as she kissed him passionately, her senses and emotions ensnared, ignorant to anything else. Their lips parted with an urgency and Ron, heart beating erratically, felt Hermione's tongue slide over his bottom lip and push against his teeth. He opened his mouth wider and she explored his mouth feverishly, kissing him deeply, her legs tightening around his sides. He gasped against her mouth as she rocked her hips slightly forwards with the mounting pleasure, causing a pang of arousal to course through his hardness. Her body ached for him but she wanted to make it last, relishing the little time they had together. She was supposed to be relieving his stress, after all. Hermione suddenly bit his bottom lip, taking it between her teeth before sucking it, causing Ron to moan and pull her harder against him. His body tingled with ecstasy, his mind a tumbling frenzy. Soon, however, Hermione pulled away abruptly.

"Blimey, Hermione, don't stop now!" Ron groaned as she climbed off his lap, for things were just getting extremely heated; Hermione wasn't listening, but pulling his trousers off, revealing his tented boxers. She gazed up at him, a desirous look in her eye and Ron gazed back shocked, enjoying this new side to her - in 10 years of marriage, she had never denied him of his pleasure like this before:

"You want me to carry on?" She whispered as she slowly began to pull his boxers down. Ron couldn't respond immediately; he was biting his lip as Hermione had slowed down half way.

"Yeah... Please." He swallowed, she had taken his boxers off completely, "Carry on." Hermione smiled, delighted with his reaction.

"If you insist." She slid her hands slowly up his groin before grasping him at the base, causing him to take a sharp intake of breath. She stroked one finger along his length once. "Wishing you were stressed more often?" She asked teasingly, for Ron had allowed a deep "Oh" to escape from the back of his throat.

"You're killing me, here!" He replied huskily, his erection throbbing. His ears flamed as red as his hair and Hermione laughed, allowing her hand to lazily glide over his tip. Next, she dragged her fingernails gently over his bulge and bent forwards, her tongue flicking in a circle before taking it in her mouth down to the root. Her head began to bob as she sucked and stroked down to the root rhythmically. Rons' fingernails dug into the arm rest and, with every stroke, Hermione rendered him an incoherent spluttering mess. The atmosphere was electric and Hermione's heart drummed against her rib cage, an arousal of her own flowing through her veins as Rons' hips rose with pleasure, urging Hermione to go faster. He began to pant and Hermione focused solely on the head, teasing it with her tongue whilst brushing her thumb over the surface. Suddenly, Rons' strained voice stirred the crackling atmosphere.

"Want - want to, to come in you.." Hermione was grateful at his request, for she herself felt a wetness and a sudden pull to feel Ron. His arousal had only elicited her to endure more of a need to feel him.

"Upstairs?" Hermione asked. But Ron, his eyes darkened with lust, shook his head, a small smiling playing at his lips. Red and full, Hermione yearned to feel them against hers...

"Right here." He bent forwards, capturing her lips deeply - a fire burned within their very core.

"I love you" Hermione whispered, an inch away from his lips, her breathing accelerating with anticipation as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I love you too," Ron replied before scooping Hermione into his arms, allowing her to straddle him once more...

So I hope this was a good read, just a bit of fun (: I also hope you've enjoyed the four - shot, review please (: