Spellbound Sacrifice: The Hidden Truth (Book 1)

Chapter 3 - Flashback in Flight

Chapter 3 - Flashback in Flight

Speeding over Big Ben and zooming passed the windows of unsuspecting Muggles, settling down to their routine evenings, gave Hermione an exhilarating feeling that lasted into the night as their revoked interested in magic ignited more than just their curiosity.

After an hour of flying above the bright lights of London, they returned home as the clock chimed midnight and reminded them of the impending journey they had to undertake in a few hours.

The excitement continued between them as they entered the house.

Grabbing her hand, Ron led her upstairs and stopped at the bedroom door.

Standing in front of her, his solid structure gently pulled her anxious body into his as he cupped her longing face with his brawny hands and pressed his decisive lips onto her trembling mouth.

"I want us to make this work and from tonight I want us to start afresh. I never want to be without you, Hermione" he confessed as his surprising affirmation lit a fire inside her, cremating all the doubts she had built up over the stormy years regarding they're loveless marriage.

That night they allowed their actions to show how much they wanted their marriage to work as he led her into the bedroom and shut the door.

The lust beamed from his eyes as he pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her softly before she guided him towards the bed and showed him she agreed with his renewed enthusiasm for their marriage.

Laying down on the crumbling sheets, she looked at her passionate husband on top of her as she lost herself in the moment and ripped off his shirt.

He smirked at her obvious desire and responded by taking off her shirt and kissing her quivering breasts.

She groaned in delight and guided him further down her body, undressing every inch of each other until it was just their naked sweaty bodies glimmering in the moonlight, pressed against each other as they rolled around the banging bed with delight.

He looked into her longing brown eyes with restored hope as his hand slithered down between her moist legs as she wrapped them around his clammy waist and gasped in delight as his rubbing fingers teased her desire as she threw her head back in exhilaration and welcomed him into her as they satisfied each other over and over again - creating more magic than either of them have performed throughout their time at Hogwarts.

After a few hours of reuniting, their bodies and mind, they collapsed into each other's arms in a blissful deep sleep as dreams of love, Hermione's childhood and her future children danced around her mind and kept the regular nightmares at bay.

The sun crept through a crack in the curtains to confirm she did not imagine the last few amazing hours as she lay on her husband's glistening bare chest wondering when the last time they were this close and happy was?

Hermione carefully rolled over and looked at the alarm clock, '8.00am. I'll let him have a lie in' she thought as she looked over at her husband sleeping so blissfully and went downstairs to make breakfast.

The cold sunny morning did not deter her eagerness to start the day as she examined the lounge and found what her curious mind yearned for.

Sat comfortably on the sold oak coffee table, twinkled her wand case as she swooped it up with enthusiasm, swung open the top and swung her arm without hesitation and opened all the curtains in the room like a whirlwind of delight.

Feeling the smooth, cold stick in my palm felt natural. It made her feel alive again and ignited a passion in her that had been locked away ever since she agreed with Ron and Harry to never practice magic again all those years ago.