Star Of the Weasley Family

"Ron, are you in there?" Hermione knocked on the door again.

Meanwhile, Ron hurried to clean the room of all its stench and the residue left from the session with Tonks. He swung his wand to get rid of the puddle of mixed sex juices on the floor. He rushed to open the window to get rid of any scent.

Finally, he put on his clothes as neatly as possible and made the bed look as if he was asleep. Then, he rubbed his eyes intensely before reaching for the door to open it.

"Hermione?" he murmured, his voice appearing tired. "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you," Hermione said, her thin brows furrowed as she stepped inside immediately. "I was so worried."

The distance between their bodies vanished as she jumped forward and hugged Ron, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I went to the Burrow. Your mum said you came here… Why aren't you at home? It's so dangerous for you now. The Dark Lord has escaped."

Ron embraced her back, hugging her waist and pulling her in, "Isn't this place safer? Even Harry lives here."

Hermione nodded and only left the hug after her heart calmed down. A visible blush adorned her cheeks the whole time, her eyes constantly looking down in embarrassment. "I… I'm going to stay the night."

One of Ron's brows flicked up, curious if this was going to be the fateful night. "Sure…"

"Don't get any funny ideas," she firmly stated right then, looking up at his face, "We're not doing it… Not yet."

Merlin's beard, why must I be tested like this? Ron sighed secretly and just nodded, closing and locking the door behind her.

"I was going to bed just now." Ron looked at her, smiling deviously. She was wearing simple blue jeans, boots, a checkered shirt, and a zipper hoodie above. Her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, not that it reduced the charm. "Care to join?"

Hermione quickly averted her gaze, being raised with a moderately conservative mindset regarding sexual activities. But she still unzipped her hoodie and placed it on the chair beside the study table. Then she took out the wand from her hoodie and flicked it towards the lights, dimming them to the point that they seemed like flickering fireflies.

S-She's… Taking more off? Ron heard more rustling sounds of clothes. His eyes took a few moments to get used to the dimness, but even from the shadowy figure, he could make out Hermione leaning down to remove her pants.

Ron felt his heart beat like a bull on the run. In his mind, Hermione felt proper, and not an easy to get girl. He felt excited and quickly removed his clothes as well until only his underwear remained, and jumped into the bed.

He had already palmed and nibbled on her breasts before, and fingered her unexplored slit, so he didn't feel as nervous as the first time and silently waited for her.

"We're not doing it." Hermione suddenly voiced before getting into the bed.

Already rock hard, raging with an aching erection, Ron nodded vigorously. He had no plans to repeat the old mistake. "Never unless you want it, Hermione."

"Hmm…" She hummed and finally placed her knees on the soft bedding. It was cold, yet it didn't bother her as she raised the blanket from the side and got underneath, still keeping some distance from Ron.

Ron felt his throat going dry, however. He wanted to hold her close but didn't want to appear like a desperate horny boy. Not that he denied being one. He just wanted things to flow smoothly between them.

"How's your holiday going?" Ron asked to break the ice. He could swear he heard Hermione gulping.

"Studying… a lot of studying," Hermione replied, and on her own accord, slid sideways until her naked shoulder brushed against Ron's shoulder, sending an electric shock throughout the Gryffindor Prefect. "You'll fail your OWLs, Ron. With this Vold… I mean, Dark Lord mess, you'll have even less time."

Roses. Ron settled on the perfume scent he was getting from Hermione's body. Her shampoo's great too.

Before saying anything, he raised his right arm and pushed it under Hermione's head, to which she aided. But following that, Ron inched even closer to her, both their lower bodies now touching. "Why don't you help me study then?"

Hermione sighed and turned towards Ron's body, placing her arm over his chest. But that made Ron realize something, turning his manhood harder than his real wooden wand.

Bloody hell! She removed the bra too! Ron could feel the soft, squishy sensation, the tiny buttons of her peaks priming the side of his chest. And she says she doesn't want it?

"Holidays are almost over. Let's study in the school library, invite Harry too," she suggested.

Ron's brain had drifted into carnal desires, however. He wanted to kiss her and feel her body. "Maybe start now?"

"Now?"

"Perhaps… A lesson in biology?" He cheekily added.

Pat!

Hermione giggled all of a sudden, smacking on his chest. "You… Since when did you become such a smooth talker, Ronald Weasley?"

I wonder that every single day.

"It's alright, I was just joking with y—"

Ron lost his words as he abruptly felt Hermione roll further against his shoulder, almost reaching his chest. Her upper arm moved under the blanket, over his belly, and then rested on his aching erection.

"What…" Hermione's face moved against Ron's ear, her shy, breathing voice intoxicating. "...kind of lesson?"

Ron's cock twitched, and he was sure Hermione felt it too. But he had real feelings for her and didn't want to force it. "You don't have to if you don't wa—"

She once again interrupted him, pushing her soft breast against his shoulder and chest, her lips touching his ear. "We can't do 'that' but… this…"

Her hand slipped under the tight waistband of Ron's underwear, and her thin, warm fingers gripped his hot shaft tight, unable to make a full circle around his girth.

"Blimey!…" Ron barked, turned his face to her, and claimed her lips for a moment. "Since when did you become such a smooth talker, Hermione Granger?"

Hearing her own words thrown back at her, she blushed out of control and slammed her lips on his, kissing him wildly like never before. It was more passionate the last time, but this time, it was more feral. Her hand inside his underwear moved on its own, like a primal urge to stroke his cock.

Her fingers glided up and down, stroking each vein on his extended flesh, tickling all over with her nimble touch. Slowly, her body got closer and closer, her tender pale skin pressing up against his side, gently moving herself on top of him as her small breasts brushed against his chest, and the tips of her buds smothered themselves on his chest.

She started kissing his neck and his jawline, slowly trailing his sensitive skin with her tongue. Eventually, her thin pink lips found his, while Ron tentatively placed both his hands on her curving, smooth lower back.

He didn't know how far she was willing to go this time, but since he wanted more than just her body, he allowed her to take control, letting her stroke his straining manhood between their warm bodies.

As she kept stroking him, her lithe body slowly went down, her knees crawling as her tongue trailed its way down his neck and chest. Her lips gave him fluttering kisses as it brushed against the skin of his tightening belly.

"Her…'Mione…" Ron muttered, almost amazed by the way her naked breasts brushed against his swollen cock, above the cotton underwear.

"Shhh…" She shushed him, grabbing one of her own cloud-like hills and pressing it against his underwear with her hands.

She kneaded for a short moment, letting Ron feel the jelly-like squish of her bosom on his core. Soft and firm in all the right places, causing goosebumps all over his arms. She then continued down, pulling his underwear down along his legs, kicking the quilt off the lower edge of the bed with her own.

Finally, being set free, Ron's fully grown erection came out with a salute, ready to make the young lady happy with its expertise.

"Umhh…" Hermione moaned in curious excitement, finally touching Ron's hot rod on her lips. Her carnal desire took over her imagination, starting to truly wonder what it would feel like if he placed it inside her untouched source of heat.

She kissed his swollen flesh from top to bottom with wet licks, sending shivers up Ron's spine. When she reached the purple, bulging head of his cock, she finally parted her lips wide, slowly letting him enter her sweltering mouth as her tongue kept stroking the rim of his crown.

She allowed his knob to enter fully, tasting the precum that had leaked from her strokes. Relaxing her jaw, she pushed her head lower and lower, letting him touch the back of her throat. Her tongue massaged him against the ceiling of her mouth, churning him inside the heat.

Ron was shocked as he never expected this from Hermione. All he could do was place his hands on her head, stroking her hair, trying hard not to push her face deeper and fuck her mouth senseless.

He knew she was trying her best, and it was clearly the first time she had done this. He could hear her trying to stifle her gags, trying to please him thoroughly. She was really inexperienced.

But Ron suddenly flinched.

"Teeth," he warned, feeling the brush of something sharp along his length.

After a tense moment, he finally relaxed again, drowning in the blissful sensation of her contracting throat. Her hands kept moving as her head bobbed up and down along his length, stroking his base, knowing full well that she couldn't take in all of his length into her throat. She kept suckling and stroking with her tongue as her other hand cupped and massaged his balls.

Trying to find the perfect place to stroke, taking note of all his twitching reactions. Even if this was something new to her, she wanted to be good at it. She wanted to see his satisfied expression, even if her eyes were tearing up.

Ron tried to enjoy every bit of it, laying there without moving a muscle, as if he was a hero being pleasured by a goddess. However, he couldn't control the twitches of his cock, urging him to thrust into her, to take her, until she cried out his name in glorious waves of splendor.

His muscles knotted up, and his cock throbbed like no tomorrow. He knew he was very close to spilling his seeds, but he also knew she wouldn't want such a surprise. "Ghhk… I'm close…"

Hermione quickly pulled back, leaving her dribbling saliva all over his throbbing shaft. Her hands started stroking him, fast but rhythmic; slick and slimy as her drool covered her fingers. Up and down from base to head, her hands milked him vigorously. His abs contracted as his upper body arched up from the bed.

Finally, his hard male heat spurted out like a fountain of white cream. His harsh groan of masculine satisfaction echoed as he grabbed her hands to stop, pressing her digits on the end of his twitching cock, painting her palm and fingers with his sticky seeds.

"Hah!" Ron let out an audible breath as his head fell back into bed, his muscles finally relaxing.

Hermione rolled off him, got off the edge of the bed, and started wiping her hands with a hand towel she found on the nightstand.

The way she stood there, looking down at her hands without a shred of clothing on her body, a beautiful silhouette contouring her form by the shadows from the window, tempted Ron to ask for more. Her firm mounds and her slim but still sensual hips were perfect for the taking. She was so beautiful he couldn't get enough of it. He wanted to touch her more and more.

"Tell me honestly." Ron sat up too, and got off the bed to stand up.

"You studied about this before coming here, didn't you?" He took a handkerchief from the pocket of his pants on the floor, and started to clean his relaxing member.

"W-What?" Hermione exclaimed, her reaction an indication enough that she did study before coming. "No, I'm not that naive, Ro–oh!"

Ron suddenly came closer, wrapping his arms around her midsection from behind. His hands clawed their way up from her belly to her pink tips, pinching them for a moment before both his palms kneaded her bosoms entirely. His lips found their way to the crook of her neck, kissing and nibbling her tender skin.

"Ummph…. Ron…" Her hands went back as she dropped the hand towel, stroking his hair as she enjoyed the sensation he gave her. His warm body pressed against her back, as his twitching, half-calm rod nestled between her bottom cheeks.

With her hands on his head, her glistening mounds were jutting further into his hands. His fingers sunken into the gelatinous, soft flesh, molding her body into his palms. She loved the feeling of his warm touch on her cold skin, igniting another fire in her. "Oohhh…"

Ron noticed how she didn't resist, and suddenly turned her body around. He pushed her back towards the window, constantly kissing and biting her lips while his hands kept kneading.

"Ah…" Hermione cried as she fell back, sitting on the windowsill where the moonlight caressed her pale white skin.

His kisses traveled down her neck, licking and suckling her breasts, and tainting her belly with his saliva. Ron went further down and eventually kneeled by the windowsill, spreading her legs and putting them on each of his shoulders.

"Now it's my turn to eat you up…" Ron muttered, looking at her shy, blushing face.

At first, Hermione averted her eyes, trying not to show him how shy she was. However, the moment Ron's warm, wet tongue touched her damp petals, something devilishly dirty, yet oh so heavenly took over her senses.

Her whole body trembled, feeling the slick sensation crawling up from the lower part of her slit, teasing her with a long stroke until it circled her little kernel of love. Her thighs instinctively clamped together, but hindered by Ron's head. "Oh, oh… Ron… Don't…"

"Shhh… You should enjoy it, relax." He whispered, his hot breath stroking her soaking, cold, sensitive petals.

"Oh—Okay…" Hermione nodded, biting her lips as her eyes closed. She threw her head back, resting on the glass window, soaking in all the wondrous feeling. Her hands slid down her soft thighs, resting in Ron's red hair.

But suddenly, she felt it, something poking on her entrance, something small and slim stroking her slit, parting a small path as it stroked her wet walls. She knew it was his finger, but it moved so slowly and steadily, careful not to hurt her. With his tongue still circling around her clit, it multiplied the pleasure tenfold, bringing out more and more of her lustful nectar.

Her hands subconsciously clenched Ron's hair, engulfing him in her sweltering legs, bringing his lips closer to her cave of wonders. He suckled her fleshly nub, as his finger dug into her core, wetting his palm with her juices.

Her body arched back, feeling all of the pleasure he gave her.

Unable to move his arms anymore, Ron decided to let go. Keeping her legs on his shoulders, both his hands went under her ass, stroking the jiggling soft flesh of her lower thighs, and clamped his arms around, parting her legs wider. His tongue slithered down, wiggling its way into her watery sheath.

"Oh… Oh …Ohhhh!" Hermione couldn't control her moans. Her hips pushed forward as her legs widened. The struggle between wanting to close them and being forced open aroused something primal in her: the need, the craving, the want to abandon herself to pleasure.

Ron's tongue went in and out of her, brushing her inner walls with long strokes. His own erection was coming back, ready for a second fight. But this time, he felt no urgent need. All he wanted was to see her cry out in deliverance. He wanted her to melt like putty in his hands.

His left hand stretched a bit more, placing his palm on her lower belly, stretching his thumb to stroke and rub her swollen, fleshy little clit. He loved the naughty sounds she was making.

"Ohhh! Ron! Ooh God!" Her body stiffened, her legs clamping around his neck for dear life. The release struck her like a runaway truck, sending her flying high. Ron made sure she rode through all of that, gulping up her leaking nectar nonstop, lapping up everything he could.

Hermione's muscles finally started to relax, her throbbing legs loosening around him. She sat back against the window, panting heavily as her knees buckled.

Ron let her legs down and stood up. The sight of her exhausted expression and sweating face made him want to plow through her fields. Her messy hair only added to the charm of her lustful, glistening body. He stroked his bulging erection close to her blushing pussy, and looked her in the eye, subtly asking if she was ready for the main course.

But he saw Hermione shaking her head, pressing her lips together. While she didn't verbally deny him, he wasn't going to ruin the night for her, as well as himself. He had learned his lesson the first time.

Instead, he suddenly picked her up in his arms by her legs, hugging her body close as she tightened her arms around his neck, her thighs around the waist, keeping his cock teasing her entrance.

With firm strides, he took her back to the bed and laid her gently on one side, joining her. He pulled up the blanket around them, and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Good night, Hermione." He whispered in her ear.

Listening to her calm breaths, he knew she was too exhausted to stay awake.

Hugging her body tight, making do with the tightness of her thighs, he rested his erect cock there, spooning her weak body and earning himself a few pumps there until he relaxed.

Eventually, exhaustion took him down as well.

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Knock! Knock!

"Weasley! Wake up!"

Knock! Knock!

The morning light simmered the room in colors as the dawn arrived. Little birds chirped outside, some sitting at the window frame. But the serene morning was ruined by the heavy knocks on the door.

Ron woke up, finding Hermione already gone. He sighed, having hoped to wake up beside the beautiful nerd.

"Bloody hell, who the hell died now?" Ron grunted and got off the bed. He quickly wore his clothes and opened the door, finding none other than Alastor Moody standing there. Initially, he had woken up with an erection, but it vanished as soon as he saw the 'Constant Vigilance' face of the man.

Moody stepped into the room without an invitation, his magical staff thumping against the wooden flooring. "You are summoned to the Ministry by the new Minister."

"Wh—"

"Minister Bones," Moody answered before Ron could question. "Gather all your things and report downstairs."

Looks grumpier than usual. Ron noticed, not very shocked by it, though. The man was an interim Minister and was likely to become the permanent Minister if not for Voldemort's escape.

"Give me a minute," Ron said, walking over to the mirror to fix his hair and tuck his clothes properly. He didn't have any luggage, to begin with, so he went to the main hall soon after. Everyone, from Harry to Tonks, had gathered there by then.

Moody didn't explain anything and stepped into the chimney connected to the Floo Network. "Step inside, boy."

Ron glanced at Harry for answers, only to receive a confused shrug from him. So Ron looked at Sirius for some clues.

"It's for your safety, Ron," Sirius said and patted Ron's shoulder, pushing him towards the chimney.

My safety? Am I not safe here? Ron wondered and did as asked, stepping up beside Moody.

Woosh!

The forever serious Auror threw the powder and vanished with Ron right away.

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Confused during the whole time, Ron soon arrived at the Ministry with Moody. Seeing the grumpy, limping man striding through, everyone made way for them. There were a few journalists as well, who didn't fail to take his pictures immediately.

Without stopping, Moody took him into an elevator and took him all the way to Level 1. They then entered a lobby with offices of the Minister's support staff on both sides, doors sprawling at an equal distance between them.

Finally, they reached the end of the lobby, where a lone door stood. But the people standing in front of the door made Ron frown.

"Mum? Dad?"

"Ron!" Molly cried and rushed up to Ron, taking him in her arms. Her eyes filled with dread, and her hands shook as they hugged him.

"What happened?" Ron questioned, worried.

Moody growled, his magical eye swiveling to fix on each member of the group in turn. "You are the prime target for the Dark Lord now, every last one of you Weasleys. The Burrow? It's not safe, not by a long shot. The Minister's made the call—we're relocating you to a secret safe house."

Ron sighed and looked at the door to the Minister's office. "I want to speak with Minister Bones."

"Expected that much," Moody said and pointed his staff towards the door, "Go in, she's waiting."

Ron nodded and gave reassuring looks to his parents before walking into the Minister's office. The first thing he felt as he stepped inside was magic—filled to the brim in that high-ceiling spacious room. Countless protective charms, runes, and whatnots.

But Ron kept staring at the lone, large, wooden desk at the middle edge of the room. Filled to the brim with various papers, some quills writing on their own, while a few papers shredded on their own. There were no portraits inside either, no way anyone could spy inside.

"Minister Bones." Ron greeted the woman busy at work. He noticed the crease on her forehead, her eyes focused.

Amelia Bones finally looked up and removed the single monocle from her eye. Her face had gained a little flesh, her pregnancy in the late stage. Yet, she appeared radiant and firm as ever.

Who knew even stoic women could be this beautiful? Ron thought and walked over to the desk.

Amelia stood up after maintaining silent eye contact with Ron. Using her hands, she pushed her body off the seat, revealing her belly bloated with life brewing inside. Her clothes were simple and loose, a bigger, black cloak covering everything. Her head was hatless, and her hair short.

Amelia walked around the table and stood close to Ron, noticing his gaze fixated on her belly. "He's well and growing,"

"He?" Ron exclaimed.

Amelia nodded firmly, stepping closer to him and gently taking his hand. She made him caress her belly and feel the life inside. "Last visit to Saint Mungo's confirmed it."

Ron breathed rapidly, glancing up at Amelia's face. Being a little taller than her, and having grown quite broad-shouldered and muscular, he felt different about the current predicament. A need to protect—protect the woman and the life in her.

It angered him and annoyed him. Amelia had told him of her plan to deliver the baby in the States. But clearly, Voldemort's escape had thrown her back into serious work. He felt more restless since she'd be Voldemort's prime target for being the new Minister—especially someone honest and just like her.

"Don't worry, I've given a few believable excuses. They won't delve deeper into this matter anymore." Amelia reassured Ron, not pushing his hand away from caressing her belly.

"No." Ron tiredly shook his head. "I'm not worried about that."

She notices the worry and anger in Ron's eyes. Her years of experience helpful to read emotions. However, this was one of the rare moments when she also revealed her own emotions.

Ron wasn't just 'someone' anymore, after all. He held a much closer, intimate place in her life now. Her worry for him was as genuine as his.

She grasped Ron's hand in hers and clenched it tight in her palm. "Ron, one of us has to stay safe, stay alive. If something happens to me, you—"

"I'll find him before he can make a move," Ron cut her off and declared. "Just trust me. I know what I'm doing, and I know I can find him."

Ron seemed far older and more mature all of a sudden. To a point, Amelia almost failed to realize the difference between their ages. Her lips curved into a very faint smile that she hid as soon as it appeared. "How?"

With a genuine, big smile, Ron stepped forward, feeling absolutely confident in himself. As if the world belonged to him. Removing his palm from her belly, he rubbed it to her side and touched her waist, a normally nerve-racking move for him.

But at that moment, Ron felt nothing but conviction and strength.

"How? Well, I've been quite the lucky man…" Ron declared, shocking even Amelia, as he kissed her mature, thin lips, devoid of lipstick or makeup yet perfectly charming.

Nothing deep or wet, but a gesture of his care. He maintained the velvety touch on her lips until he felt her hands rest on his shoulders, reciprocating the confused feelings and relationship they both shared.

Finally, when their lips parted ways, it was Ron faintly blushing, while Amelia remained calm and collected as ever. However, only she knew the thumps in her chest.

"I had to accept this job. Denying would have meant giving up being the Minister forever," Amelia explained. "I truly didn't want this to happen."

Ron stepped away from her to make it less awkward. "I don't blame you. The Ministry has let down wizarding Britain so many times that it's just another Monday now."

"You should go to the safe house."

"No, I should find the Dark Lord quickly," Ron retorted. "Just give me the permission to use the Unforgivable Curses. Fake Moody already taught them to us."

Amelia sighed and returned to her Minister's seat. She had already seen him use Crucio plenty of times, so she didn't doubt Ron. But at the end of the day, she didn't feel like putting such a burden on his shoulders.

"He's going to come after me and Harry anyway," Ron added. "He'll come after my family too… and you. Let me do this one more time, Minister Bones."

For a very long moment, there was silence. She looked at the ceiling as if thinking deeply. Her hand caresses her belly, worrying for him and the life inside.

"I hope you won't make me regret this decision," she finally spoke and wrote on a piece of paper. "The special permission shall remain a secret until the Dark Lord is brought down. You must not engage in battles alone, and always inform me or Moody of any clues leading directly to the Dark Lord."

"Understood," Ron agreed right away.

"You must not fail your OWLs either, and be regular in your classes."

Ron felt awkward at those words, finding it strange hearing it from the woman he just kissed. But he still nodded firmly and agreed to each of her terms.

"Very well then, you may leave." She signed the special permission and stored it in her table drawer.

Ron turned around and walked to the door to leave.

"Be safe!"

He smiled and simply gave her a thumbs-up before opening the door and leaving.

He faced his family outside and calmed them down one after another. For now, only they were to be taken to the safe house.

While he had a mission to accomplish.

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Quickly after leaving the Ministry, Ron arrived at the Diagon Alley to buy some essential supplies for his mission. The only good thing for now was that Voldemort didn't have many stooges left outside. Most from the war were still in Azkaban, and those who were free got sent to Azkaban after attacking him in that forest.

He purchased potions for healing wounds, bones, infections, illnesses and also some enhancement potions for eyesight, sense of smell, and hearing. After that, he went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to buy a bag with an expansion charm.

He also wanted to buy an invisibility cloak. Not the expensive one, but the simpler one that had a simple disillusionment charm on it.

"Pick a bag you want to have the expansion charm on, dear." Madam Malkin greeted him with warmth and sent him upstairs to find a bag he liked. She was willing to charm it for him right away. Fame did make a lot of things easier, he reckoned.

Something small enough to hide? Ron wondered what to pick and reached the upper floor of the shop. It was filled with racks, clothes hanging on them. On the sides were various wooden racks that held bags, shoes, and any sort of clothes one could imagine, or simply rolls of cloth.

Thud!

Hm? Ron frowned, noticing a strange sound from up ahead, behind a large clothing rack, holding tall pieces of robes, acting like a curtain. Someone's here?

Paranoid of an attack, Ron crouched a bit, making no sound. He took out his wand at the same time and pointed it ahead.

"Umph… Stop it…" Someone whispered, but clearly not to Ron.

A girl? Ron's brows shot up as he reached the robes. Without alerting anyone, he spread one or two robes to make a small slit across, to view what was on the other side.

"Ooh… Don't. Not here~" The female voice rejected. But her tone was obviously not fully rejecting it; she was naughty and playful with a hint of expectations.

What?! Ron's heart froze, an angry frown emerging on his face. He stopped crouching and stood up fully but still made no noise.

"Ah…"

A girl had her skirt bunched up around her hips, her soaked panties down around her ankles, her lithe body leaning forward as her plump ass was raised high. There was a boy standing behind her, easing into her wet entrance from behind, whispering into her ears.

I knew it… I fucking knew it!

Ron breathed heavily and took a few steps back to seem as if he had just arrived. Then, he coughed as loud as he could. "Who's there?!"

"Ah~" The girl yelped.

Faces flushed red, the couple walked out from the curtain of robes awkwardly, shame on their faces. However, while the boy smiled at the sight of Ron, the girl froze as if she saw a ghost.

"Hey Ron, been a while."

Ron merely nodded, glaring at the girl. "I know… Been a while, Cedric… and Cho."

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