Chapter 8/Epilogue

With one hand guiding himself, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her entrance, rubbing it through her slickness before pushing in with a single, deep thrust. A groan tore from his lips as her body stretched around him, still so tight, still so warm, even after he’d already taken her.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he bottomed out.

Ron wasn't sure how long he allowed that day to last, potentially weeks maybe even a month, he honestly couldn't say, the idea of returning home hadn't been appealing so he had stayed at the Potter home sleeping in Harry's bed with his wife for days on end in a routine.

Sex, food, sex, bathe, sex, sleep and repeat over and over, Ron lost track of time but soon there wasn't a room in the Potter house he hadn't taken Hermione in, hell he had even used a bit of 'dutch courage' and taken her in front of her family on the kitchen table at one point.

As he finally rolls off of Hermione yet again to take a break Ron knows eventually he'll have to return home, though time might be frozen for everyone else he himself was still aging and despite everything he did care about his sons with Lavender.

He takes another look at Hermione and takes in the sight of her and everything he's done to her over the merlin knows how long.

He couldn't help but glance at her, her body still flushed from his relentless pursuit of pleasure. The thought of Harry, oblivious and trusting, only fueled the twisted satisfaction that gnawed at his soul. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and for a moment, he almost felt a pang of remorse. But it was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming desire to claim her again, to mark her as his own, even if only in these stolen moments.

Ron’s fingers twitched around the vial of anti-pregnancy potion, the glass cool against his palm. He stared down at Hermione’s parted lips, her breath still suspended in time, her body limp beneath him. The potion would be easy—just tilt her head back, pour it between those soft lips, and let the magic do the rest. No consequences.

However the image of Hermione pregnant again stirred his loins back to life, the idea of her unknowingly carrying his child again sent pleasant shivers down his spine, in his mind he didn't see a massive problem hell harry always wanted a big family and he would happily welcome a new baby into his life,

"I mean... I technically would be doing him a favour" Ron says to himself, he looks down at Hermione and the vial of potion in his hand before he makes up his mind and puts it back in the side table.

Ron’s fingers tightened around Hermione’s hips as he pulled her closer, her body pliant beneath him, still caught in the frozen moment. The decision was made—no potion, no mercy. His breath came in ragged bursts as he leaned down, pressing his lips to the flushed skin of her collarbone, teeth grazing just hard enough to leave a faint mark that would vanish when time resumed.

“One more time,” he murmured, more to himself than to her unhearing ears. “Just to be sure.”

His cock, already half-hard again, twitched against her thigh as he adjusted his grip, sliding his hands beneath her to lift her hips. The angle was perfect, her body still slick from his last release, and he groaned as he pushed back inside her with a single, deep thrust. She was so warm, so tight—every time felt like the first, every stolen moment a fresh sin.

Ron set a brutal pace, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he drove into her, each movement punctuated by the slap of skin against skin. His mind raced with filthy thoughts—Hermione, swollen with his child, Harry none the wiser, raising a son or daughter that wasn’t his. The thought alone made him shudder, his hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut.

He tilted her hips up, adjusting the angle, and bit back a curse as she clenched around him, tight and perfect. His cock throbbed, already closed again. Fuck. He couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t.

One hand slid up her body, palming her breast roughly, thumb brushing over her nipple until it stiffened under his touch. His other hand drifted lower, fingers finding the slick heat between her legs, rubbing tight circles against her clit as he fucked her.

Ron's breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers worked Hermione's clit in time with his thrusts, the obscene wet sounds filling the frozen bedroom. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her motionless chest as he watched her breasts jiggle with each powerful snap of his hips. The sight of her flushed skin, the way her lips remained slightly parted in that eternal gasp - it drove him wild with possessive hunger.

His thumb pressed harder against her sensitive bud, imagining how she might arch and whimper if she could feel it. "You'd fight me if you could," he growled against her ear, nipping at the lobe. "But you can't. You're mine right now." The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through him, his cock twitching inside her as he pistoned deeper, chasing his own pleasure with single-minded intensity.

The bedframe creaked under their combined weight, the sound loud in the unnatural silence of stopped time. Ron's fingers left angry red marks on her thighs as he yanked her closer, changing angles until he found that perfect spot that made her inner walls flutter around him even in this frozen state. A choked moan escaped him as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut, his balls drawing up. He was close - so close - but he refused to let himself finish yet. Not when he could still savor this.

Ron’s lips curled into a possessive smirk as he pressed his forehead against Hermione’s, his breath hot and uneven. “I’m going to get you pregnant, Hermione,” he murmured, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Just like I did with Jasmine.”

Ron leaned down, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear before he whispered, “You won’t even know it’s mine. You’ll think it’s Harry’s, just like last time.” His cock twitched inside her at the thought, the tight heat of her clenching around him as if her body responded despite time being frozen.

The words sent a jolt of electricity down his spine, his thrusts growing erratic as the fantasy consumed him. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise—not that it would matter when time resumed. Every nerve in his body was alight, his cock swelling impossibly harder inside her as he imagined her belly rounding with his child, Harry cluelessly pressing kisses to it, whispering to his baby.

Ron’s breath hitched as he dragged his teeth along her shoulder, sucking a bruise into her skin that would never form. His hips snapped forward with rough, uneven strokes, the wet slap of flesh echoing in the silent room. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, pleasure coiling tight in his gut.

Ron’s fingers tightened on Hermione’s hips, his breath ragged as his thrusts grew ****. The fantasy of her swollen with his child, of Harry unknowingly raising his son or daughter, sent white-hot pleasure surging through him. He could feel his release building, his cock pulsing inside her, the slick heat of her body dragging him closer to the edge with every brutal snap of his hips.

“You’re going to take it,” he growled against her neck, his voice rough with lust. “Every last drop.” His teeth scraped her skin as he fucked into her harder, his rhythm turning erratic, uncontrolled. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, leaving crescent-shaped marks that would vanish when time resumed—proof of his possession erased, but the memory burned into his mind.

The pressure coiled tighter, unbearable, until with a choked groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came. His body shuddered violently as he spilled inside her, his cock twitching with each thick pulse of release. Heat flooded her, his fingers gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he ground himself deeper, ensuring not a drop escaped.

For a long moment, he stayed like that, panting against her neck, his forehead pressed to her motionless shoulder. The room was silent except for his own harsh breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

It takes a while to clean up both the house and Hermione from all the mess he had made but after a few hours he had finally finished.

After getting everyone back into their original seat in the kitchen he had reset the time flow and watched as things came back to normal.

As time unfroze, Hermione blinked, her expression a mix of confusion and discomfort. The room seemed to snap back into motion around her, with Harry and Ron resuming their conversation as if nothing had happened. But Hermione felt a sharp ache between her legs, a dull throbbing in her abdomen that made her wince. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to brush it off as mere imagination, but the sensation lingered, a stark reminder of something she couldn't quite place. Her mind raced, trying to fill in the gaps, but there was nothing—just an unsettling feeling that something was off.

Ron watched her from across the table, his eyes hidden behind a mask of casual indifference. Inside, he was a storm of guilt and twisted satisfaction, the memory of his actions burning vividly in his mind. He knew she'd never suspect a thing, that the world would move on as if untouched. But for him, the weight of his secrets was a double-edged sword, cutting deep with every glance her way.

Eventually Ron bade the Potter family a goodbye and headed home himself, he was genuinely pleased to see his family, even his wife, that night as he had sex with Lavender Hermione's face pictured in his head had been a great night for both he and Lav.

The next morning, Ron was stirring sugar into his tea when the flames in his fireplace erupted emerald green. Harry's head appeared, his glasses slightly askew from leaning forward. "Ron! You'll never guess—" Harry's voice cracked with barely contained excitement before he cleared his throat. "Hermione's pregnant again!"

Ron's spoon clinked against the porcelain as he set it down deliberately slow. His pulse hammered behind his ribs, but he schooled his features into the perfect mix of surprise and delight. "Blimey, mate! That's brilliant news!" The corner of his mouth twitched as he imagined the life growing inside her—his life, his blood, though no one would ever know.

Author's Notes:
So there wasn't really enough for a full epilogue here, in the end I just combined the two 'chapters' into one. Anyway Time Break is officially finished. Next week we begin our next story.