Who Ron Ron?

Mrs. Childers, OB/GYN arched a brow at one of her favorite patients. Hermione had been such a sensible girl and had done all of the reading necessary for taking care of herself up to now. She sighed, it was inevitable. She had thought Hermione of all her younger patients would be a bit more reserved however, not come to her and appear to have been a party favor at a rave. She had to suppress a smile as Hermione squirmed a bit "Only the one partner Mrs. Childers."

Dorothy Childers nodded "Well, perhaps taking a break occasionally. There are other activities."

Hermione blanched "He's enormous, there is no way it would fit." Hermione held her hands out fingers joined together and moved them about a foot up and down.

Dorothy froze for a second then chuckled "Other than sex Hermione." The girl was exhausted. 'The first blush of young love' was not so much blushing, as a roaring inferno in Hermione's case, apparently. Always the quiet ones, then her brow wrinkled "Hermione, is the young man pressuring you?"

Hermione blushed deeply scarlet "No! The opposite really. If he goes still I end up on him. I think I have a compulsion, though I have checked my self and had Harry check me. I had to teach him how though, which led to being close, and him concentrating, which led to well, more." Hermione trailed off obviously thinking of the 'more'.

Dorothy was going to have to have a drink, glad Hermione had been a walk in at the end of the day really. This was hilarious. "Well, I can write you a script for some anti inflammatories, while you are at the chemist please investigate the lubricants. Get several and try them, liberally."

Hermione nodded "Is it normal to only be able to sleep, uh, well, mounted, as it were?"

Dorothy finally broke and snickered "Ah young love. We were all in love once Hermione." She looked at the renewed blush and chuckled. "Now, I want you to take this note and pamphlet to your Harry." Dorothy rounded up the pamphlet and quickly wrote a note and a script. "Do try to moderate some, and try to sleep not 'mounted'."

Hermione grunted and slumped "I have. Even if I fall asleep next to him, with him on his stomach I wake up on him."

"Perhaps consider separate bedrooms?"

Hermione sighed. She had tried sleeping on a different floor of Grimmauld place. With Harry locked in his room and her locked in hers by Dobby. With anti-apparition and portkey wards up on both their rooms, good ones, elf ones even. She gathered up her things and nodded to Mrs. Childers. This was her last hope. She had already done the research into magical means but they had over run them.

Ever since Ron had left, and she had realized she had loved Harry since first year, she hadn't been able to keep her hands, lips, breast, vagina, any other part really, off of him. Harry was a bit stupefied, the lovely lump. She hadn't lied, after that first hug once Ron left she had been on fire and Harry had the hosepipe and water to put it out. For a moment.

She hadn't lied about the size either. If she had seen the size of him before she got him lined up and sat on him in that first mad rush she probably would have run screaming. Yes, certainly babies came out and it wasn't ten pounds and twenty one and a half inches long, but she hadn't had nine months to prepare, or her body hadn't.

She could barely get her mouth around him. It took both hands to encircle him properly and she would have had to have had two more to cover his length.

It was possible she had read too much as well. In the first twenty four hours she had led them through trying everything except buggery. Not that she hadn't wanted to, he was huge however.

It was ridiculous really. Sitting in his lap reading a book with him buried in her was the normal evening now. After a couple of hours of vigorous lovemaking after diner. Him reading over her shoulder and them quietly talking was amazing. Nothing like the torrid, athletic, sex Lavender described, though they did a lot of that. Still and all it was those quiet times where she had him exactly where she wanted him that she treasured most. Too bad she couldn't bring herself to fully describe everything they did to Mrs. Childers. Amazing she had the flexibility to get all the positions in the Kama Sutra, that didn't require another girl, done. Fun though.

And now she was thinking of all the girls and which ones would look good on Harry, all of them by the way, again. Damn Molly and Ginny for queering Bills wedding and making Tonks rethink. Gabrielle's hot little arse too. Life debt to Harry her sore fanny! And all of them wandering around the house as nude as they thought they could get away with. Underwear sellers crying from the lack. Her Harry would fix all of their little fannies. Just as soon as she got her needs taken care of.

At least magic was good for keeping her ph right so that wasn't a problem as well. How was mundane lubricant supposed to be better than the magical version, which the spell put right where it was needed?

She walked out of the office and smirked, she had stopped sloshing before she went to the GYN's office, so now it was time to get filled back up. Get her magic back in fighting trim. That was another thing she had had to research. Full of Harry she could knock the moon out of orbit with a tickling charm. The most recent book in the library at Grimmauld that even had a reference to that phenomenon was a seven hundred year old treatise on family magics. Which mentioned it in passing, sort of, about the Peverell line.

She was making notes though. Her daughters would have fully researched resources in case this happened to them. Though from what that scroll said they would have to be having sex with their brothers? The Peverell line, aside from Harry, was dead?

Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes. Mother was going to call tonight. Which she owed Tonks for. Restoring their memories. Good thing she hadn't been full of Harry when she did that memory charm. They would have Australian accents and only eat grilled shrimp or something if she had.

That call would turn into another hour of 'wink wink nudge nudge, get me a grandbaby'. Horrifying. How had mother known she was sexually active as soon as Tonks restored her memories as well?

That first call, with her trying to apologize and explain herself to them, Da being disgruntled and Mum getting straight to minding her uterus had been an utter nightmare. Da had become less disgruntled. Mum had not let up on the grandbaby. Lack of religious or civil marriage notwithstanding. Tonks was still laughing over it. The witch. Oh, and she was still grounded until she delivered. She might need a mental healer for mum. She had gone a bit queer. Hermione nibbled her bottom lip, something she did maybe?

She blinked and sighed when Harry wrapped an arm around her. Then she leaned into him. He got them on a bus and she snuggled him in the seat.