Star Of the Weasley Family

The human body, a cluster of flesh and blood that at times acts more magical than the magic itself. For Ron, such realization dawned as soon as he woke up the next day. 

The bright morning light from the window was just the warmth needed to get the day started. 

"Hah…" He let out a content breath and looked to his side. Although he didn't find Narcissa there, the evidence of some blonde hair on the pillow left no doubts that the night before wasn’t a dream. 

I can't believe she had that kind of hidden side to herself. Doing it under a body-binding curse? Ron thought fondly of the previous night, evident by the erection he had that morning for no apparent reason. Horny in the morning?

Through the rustling soft sheets and the creaking bed, he slid off and stretched his arms, butt naked and looking out of the window at the greenery. He really loved living in the Burrow. The openness and the homely air were far better than any mansion he had ever been to. 

"Time to hunt!" He finished stretching and put on some fresh clothes. "Ugh… I'll have to cook for myself."

He walked downstairs in a T-shirt and sweatpants, one floor at a time. Although the entire house had been renovated, he had purposefully let the stairs remain creaking. Sometimes it was helpful to know if someone was moving through the floors. 

Sniff!

A strong, delicious scent hit him all of a sudden. Eggs? 

His feet moved faster and he soon arrived at the ground floor. Right from there, across the sitting area, he could see into the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn’t an illusion. Narcissa Malfoy was cooking something, her back turned against him. She had done the same the previous night but that was with Daphne, and he reckoned she did it to cook for herself. 

But right now, he could see three plates on the kitchen counter, being prepared slowly. The woman was cooking for all of them. 

Is this a dream? 

He felt attracted for no apparent reason. She no longer wore her usual, overly dressed attire. Instead, this time it was a simple, white, short-sleeved blouse, and a floral skirt that went to her knees. The apron was tied around her back, and her hair was tied in a messy bun. It was like watching a goddess at work. 

"Morning." He walked into the kitchen and started making lemonade for himself. Though his eyes constantly checked her out, her curves were just… perfect.

I’ll never understand what's wrong with Lucius Malfoy. 

Narcissa looked at him, smiling. "Good morning, Mr. Weasley. I hope the sleep was comfortable."

"More than comfortable, Mrs. Malfoy," Ron replied, admiring her looks when she wore no makeup. Her lips were silken smooth, and they appeared naturally ripe and pale pink. Ignoring a few rare, faint age lines at the corner of her eyes, she looked ethereal. And that smile, like a rare treasure.

"Making breakfast?"

Ron walked behind her, leaning slightly to her right to look over her shoulder at the stove. But in doing so, his still, very much awake erection pressed against the right side of her plump, curving bottom and sank into the feathery flesh. 

"Eggs and bacon?" He said, looking over her shoulder. "I didn't know you could cook."

Ron's hands slid over her waist, then downward, tracing the sides of her hips. As he did so, he lowered his face down on her shoulder, eyes noticing her pale, cleavage peeking out from her wide neckline. 

Narcissa felt everything and puffed loudly. "Advantages of evading the tedious family dinners at Grimmauld Place."

"So you were a troublemaker?" Ron asked, stepping completely behind her and draping his arms around her slender waist. His breath came out rough the moment he felt his erection nestling between her rear. 

"Heh." Narcissa’s laugh was soft, almost dismissive, as she deftly flipped the contents of the pan with a spatula. "To Walburga, everyone was a troublemaker, whether one liked it or not."

Ron suddenly cupped her breasts from below and rested his lips on her pale nape. He gently fondled her twin peaks, all the while grounding himself between the tofu-like softness of her ass. The gentleness of her curves was too inviting, he couldn't help reaching back to untie the apron she was wearing. 

Without letting his eager erection move away, he took the apron off. He noticed how she easily allowed him to, leaning forward while pretending to busy herself with cooking.

Dropping the apron to the side, his fingers danced on her hips, pulling up her floral skit bit by bit, tickling her in the process. Her ass wiggled in playful tease, giving Ron a bit more excitement. 

Diving under the bunched-up skirt, his hands finally made their way to her front again. He slid one hand into her panties and brushed a finger between her pale pink petals that he had savored the last night.

To his amusement, she was already fully aroused, damp, and ready. All he had to do was part her soft lower lips to coat his finger with her slippery essence. 

The more he dipped the tip of his finger in, the more her ass pushed back against his hard staff. Ron could feel the muscles of her ass contract, massaging him ever so gently.

"Were you ever punished?" He asked in whispers to her ear. 

Right then, he started sliding his middle finger in. Bit by bit, going deeper and deeper as his palm slid down her pelvis, smoothly breaking that last barrier of constraint. He could feel more of her sticky fluids coming out, tangling around his finger.

A vocal gulp escaped Narcissa's lips. 

Finished cooking, she turned off the stove and leaned forward a little to hold the kitchen counter for support. His breath on her skin had already made her soaking wet, and now his finger threatened her knees. "I-Ah!"

Ron shoved his finger in a little more fervently, a strong thrust into her soaking walls. So smooth and soft, tight around his digit, each pulse of her body sucking on his middle finger in hunger. He pushed forward on her rear, leaning in a little more on her back, and rubbed his erection all over her ample ass. He loved the way she pushed back, as if she gave in, giving him what he wanted.

His finger started to move faster, slipping and sliding, wiggling and curving, bumping against her sweet spot. His other hand reached up to her face, gently holding her chin to look his way. 

Ron gave her a sweet kiss. Her blushing, charming face was simply too irresistible.

"I…" Narcissa still tried to speak as they broke off for air."Walburga-ah… tortured us but… Not like this."

Ron chuckled as he let go of her chin. He added another finger into her tight slit, playfully fluttered her petals, and circled her clit with his fully soaked cold fingers, teasing her until her body trembled, and finally shoved them in again.

Narcissa trembled, feeling the slick digits graze her sensitive spots. Every movement was thrilling, teasing her need for more.

His other hand finally reached into the modest, wide neckline of her dress and massaged her breasts over her bra. The marshmallow-like softness was a delight to his senses. 

Narcissa looked at him on her side, her expression a mix of erotic craving, eagerness, and flushed embarrassment. Ron also looked at her, his height a great help. Eyes locked, he inched closer to her lips.

"Is this… torture?" He asked, the heat of his breath brushing against her cheek.

"N-No… This-umph! Oh, this is… the opposite."

At last, Ron planted another kiss on her hot lips. This time a little longer, their tongues intertwined, their drool mixed in with the heated struggle of their thirst.

Yet again, he was amazed by the perfection of this woman. Her age and her beauty made no sense, her charm too much to refuse. Every inch of her body felt worth paying great attention to. He wanted to explore every bit of her, taking his time in the most titillating places she had.

How could something so fine create muck like Draco? It had to be the seed… It had to be. 

But at that thought, Ron remembered something from last night and it made his loins heat up even more. I can do it and not worry about the consequences with her. So… perfect. 

Narcissa suddenly leaned down some more, one slender hand reached between her own legs and stroked Ron's virile masculinity from above his sweatpants. Her palm glided up and down his sensitive skin as she pulled his throbbing erection out from the ban of his sweats with ease, keeping it up and ready for a quick one. 

"Aaaah… I'm reeeh… ready." 

Ron got the message, it was time to take care of that morning erection. He allows her to guide his swollen, purple cockhead to her dripping core, her panties already lowered enough to her thighs.

Creak!

"Fuck!" Ron cursed all of a sudden and pulled out of her ripe walls quickly. He moved away from Narcissa and reached for the jar he was making lemonade in, tucking in his little buddy as quickly as possible.

Right then, Daphne walked into the kitchen from behind, her hair a mess and clothes questionably revealing—a lone, white shirt. Ron's school shirt in all likelihood. 

"Morning, Ron. Oh, lemonade?" She walked up to Ron and gripped his right hand that was resting on the counter. "Did you add sugar—umm…"

Bloody hell! That finger was inside…

Ron watched Daphne lift his hand and take his two wet fingers into her mouth and suckle them to taste the 'lemonade'. 

Merlin! I'm harder now than before. 

"Hmm? I think you should add more sugar and lemon, Ron."

"..."

Ron was speechless. So was Narcissa who dumbly stared at the blonde Slytherin girl. 

"What?" Daphne frowned. 

"Nothing." Ron snatched back his hand and focused on the lemonade. 

Narcissa cleared her throat and focused on setting the plates. "Can you help, Daphne?"

"Sure!" 

In silence, Ron made his lemonade. A little annoyed at being disturbed in the middle of the fun part. But he expected it from the start. A kitchen wasn’t a great place for doing it, especially when there were other people in the house.

Soon enough, he joined the two beauties at the breakfast table. 

"Mrs. Malfoy will be alone once we return to the school." Daphne started up the conversation. "Do you think she'll be safe here by herself?"

Ron glanced at Narcissa, the older woman didn't seem bothered by it at all. "You do know that she was here before you, right?"

"I’ll be perfectly fine," Narcissa remarked with a poised air, though her gaze remained fixed on Ron. "You two, however, would be wise to concern yourselves with your own safety. The Dark Lord will spare no effort in pursuing you."

"Agreed," Ron groaned at that, remembering the article he had read in the Daily Prophet last night. "But I’ll be leaving today."

"But school starts in two days," Daphne exclaimed. 

Ron finished off his last bite and stood up, brushing crumbs from his hands. "I've got a few things to sort out first. You’d better head to Hogsmeade the night before. Someone from Hogwarts will come by and bring you up to the school."

Not wasting much time, Ron returned to his room and packed himself a small bag with expansion charm. He didn't bring much luggage from Hogwarts to begin with, so he only donned better clothes and prepared himself for a day of good hunting. 

Eventually, he walked into the fireplace to use the Floo Network. 

"Be safe, Ron." Daphne waved. 

"Where will you be going, Mr. Weasley?" Narcissa asked.

"I’ll be…" Ron paused just as he was about to reveal it. Perhaps an instinct or his luck doing things in its own ways, but he couldn't stop himself from questioning the intentions of the woman in front of him. Last night and today's morning were too good to be true. It was hard to believe that Narcissa Malfoy needed his help to find a hideout. "Going around places. Daphne, I've changed my mind—you're coming with me."

If she does have secrets, then leaving Daphne with her is a bad idea.

"What? Why all of a sudden?"

"The Ministry needs to have a word with you," he made an excuse. "Go and get your things."

On the topic of her family, Daphne wasted no time. She ran up to the room she was staying in and packed everything with a wave of her wand. Then, she changed into modest clothes and returned downstairs. 

"Let's go." She stood in front of the fireplace. 

For the last time, Ron glanced at Narcissa. I hope I'm proven wrong. I really liked it with her. 

Woosh!

####

"What? Again?!" 

Ron scowled and rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Daphne. Moody’s here and he’s got everything under control. I can’t just stick around all day to keep an eye on you. I’ve got other stuff to get on with, you know."

"Like what?" She crossed her arms. 

"Like finding your family and dealing with the impending doom of the Dark Lord hovering over my head," Ron said, giving her a gentle pat on the cheek. "I'll see you at school, yeah?"

Fear was present in Daphne's eyes. It was perhaps a mental issue, a trauma after what she had been through at her home. Abandoned as a sacrifice by her own family. Ron could guess why she had gotten so attached to him all of a sudden. 

I'm sorry, Daph. But I can't take any more risks after Fleur. 

Bidding her a farewell, he returned to the Floo fireplace. 

"Diagon Alley."

Woosh

In a moment, he arrived at the Diagon Alley. It was busy as always, so he easily blended into the crowd and walked into the Leaky Cauldron. The place was even more crowded, it being breakfast hours. 

Having made the arrangements beforehand through a letter, he went directly upstairs and knocked on one of the many rooms in the establishment. 

"You're here." 

"Sirius." Ron walked in. Though he frowned as soon as he smelled alcohol everywhere in the room. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Azkaban took precious years from me, Ron." Sirius went ahead and poured himself another glass. "Never again."

Harry's pinning his hopes on him?

Ron didn't feel very confident anymore. Maybe, before Azkaban, Sirius was a great wizard. But now, it looked as if Azkaban broke something in the man's mind. 

"Do you have it?"

"On that table," Sirius said, gesturing toward a study table in the corner. "He picked up the potions three days ago. We trailed him for two days before he disappeared into the Forbidden Forest."

"He didn't come out?" Ron asked and sat down to study the report. 

"Not yet." 

That's good to hear. 

"I'll be going then. Thank you for this, Sirius." Ron pocketed the report and walked towards the door. "And, er… try not to overdo it with the drinks. We’ll need you in top form, alright?"

"Never been better, Ron. Hold on! Are you absolutely sure you don’t need me? I can sniff out that bastard in no time," Sirius said with a grin, though his unsteady feet helped Ron make a quick decision. 

"I'll be fine, Sirius. I've fought ten, what's a single one?" 

I doubt my luck will help you. 

"Good luck then."

Ron left the room and then the Leaky Cauldron. He hid his tracks first by going around to a few shops, buying supplies, before finally reaching the Floo chimney again. This time, he went to Hogsmeade village. 

As soon as he arrived, he changed into different clothes once again. Only this time they were charmed and meant for a special use. Pants, a checkered shirt, a sweater, and a long coat, alongside heavy-duty boots. 

At last, he fitted himself with his custom weapons inspired by the muggles. He strategically placed them around inside his coat and finally started making his way to the Forbidden Forest. It was still daylight, so he decided to start laying the traps and lures first before starting the hunt. 

What the hell am I doing? He tried his best to stay firm. So what if he had won against multiple Death Eaters? The fear of darkness, forest, and the unknown was always greater. 

From afternoon to almost evening, Ron walked around the forest, laying traps and lures. It wasn’t easy as he also followed a map to avoid some less-than-desirable locations. 

However, as soon as the last ray of the sun vanished, he turned serious. He took out a vial from his bag and drank it all up first. After that, he took another vial out and poured all of it over his body. 

At last, wand out, he looked deeper into the forest and made a loud, distinct sound. 

"Awoooooooo~!"

Come on, Fenrir. Smell the fresh meat. 

Gulping, Ron started walking deeper into the forest to find the infamous werewolf. The potion on his body made him smell like fresh meat. The one he had drunk made his vision sharp enough to see clearly even in that darkness. 

"Awoooo!" Ron howled again to attract Fenrir. Thankfully it wasn't a full moon so he didn't feel as scared. After having seen Professor Remus turn feral, he had no desire to face that creature again. 

Crunch!

Behind me!

"Wraaa!"

"Crucio!" Ron jumped to the side and mid-air, shot a curse. He was no regular dueling wizard anymore. His own fighting style was feral to a degree. "There you are, pup!"

"A boy?" The tall man rose to his feet after failing to land a blow. His face, despite being human, looked more wolflike. He had matted gray hair and whiskers. The pointed teeth and long yellowish nails made him even more imposing. 

Fuck, he's huge. Ron cursed and calmed himself. I can win this!

"I was hoping to have a chat," Ron replied. 

"Hah, funny," Fenrir growled. "The famed Weasley. You'll be my prized trophy! The famed wizard that I feasted on!"

"Crucio!" Ron shot out another curse. "Feast on this, bastard!" 

Of course, Ron expected his spells to miss; the man had inhuman agility. So, Ron chose the best next option to break him slowly. 

With a quick slide into his coat, he grabbed a grenade fitted with a sleeping potion. Then, he shot multiple spells at Fenrir as the man tried to zig-zag towards him to reach him. Once he found the perfect chance and trajectory, he threw the grenade with another Crucio spell. 

Poof!

The grenade exploded without fire, but left behind a green mist, engulfing Fenrir. 

"Grrrr! Childish tricks! Haha!" Fenrir mocked and continued to rush towards Ron. 

Ron scoffed and noticed the slight decrease in Fenrir's speed. So, he turned around and made a run for it. As fast as he could, through the darkness of the forest. His magically enhanced eyes helped a great deal, allowing him to take narrower paths and hide. 

"Come out, Weasley! I can smell you! Fight me!" Fenrir approached the area where Ron was hiding. "Let's make a deal. I'll let you live if you—"

Thud!

Fenrir fell into one of the traps Ron had left behind. A pit filled with poisonous air. But the feral man still saved himself from fully falling, hanging on by his harp claws.

Woosh!

Next came a thick branch swinging his way, hitting him as soon as he came out of the pit. Yet another trap set by Ron. 

Tap! Tap!

"Hmm?" Fallen on the ground, Fenrir noticed a small, ball-like thing roll closer to him and hit his feet. He scoffed at it. "Is that all you have?" 

BOOM!

A real, fiery explosion echoed in that instance. The ball of fire and smoke arose high in the sky. 

"Aaaaarrgh!" Fenrir roared in absolute pain, having never experienced such a weapon. "He stared down at his feet and to his horror, everything below his knees was gone, blown to smithereens. "WEALSEY!" 

That was bloody easy! Ron stood in hiding, a bit in shock. A single grenade took down Fenrir so easily. What if it's not enough?

Tap! Tap!

Once again, another ball-like thing struck Fenrir. This time the old werewolf tried to cover himself. But, it didn't let out an explosion this time. Instead, there was thick, green smoke that he inhaled. 

"More tricks!" Fenrir roared in indignant fury, his bloody half-legs flailing as he crawled with both claw-like hands on the ground.

At last, Ron walked out of the cover of the tree and started walking closer to Fenrir. Although the man had no legs, he still chose to keep a distance. 

"When is Voldemort going to attack? I need the date!" Ron interrogated, wand at the ready. "Crucio!" 

"Aaaaaugh…!" Fenrir rolled on the muddy, forest grounds, making a mess of his blood and mud. 

"Crucio!"

At some point, mental pain increased far more than physical pain.

"Crucio!" 

Ron dared not stop at the creature. "Tell me the date and I’ll let you live in Azkaban!"

"What dat—"

"Crucio!" Ron, his expressions cold, held no reservations against violence anymore. "I’ll keep doing it until you tell me."

Fenrir grunted, the loss of blood quickly took a toll on him. He stared at Ron with a grimace. "I won't t—"

Bam! Bam!

"Diffindo!" Ron used the Severing charm to make bleeding cuts on Fenrir’s back. "There, now you'll bleed faster."

"You're not as great as they say!" Fenrir coughed out. 

"Crucio," Ron persisted. "I don't care. Give me the fucking date! When will he attack the ministry?" 

"Crucio!"

"Crucio!"

"Crucio!"

Ron lost the count of how many times he hit Fenrir with those curses. The man just kept groaning without stopping. 

"I'll keep going—Crucio!" 

"Cru—"

"18th June!" Fenrir yelled out at last. 

Ron stopped abruptly. The day wasn’t too far away. "You could be lying—Crucio!"

"Noooo~ No, I'm not lying! It is June 18th!" Fenrir insisted. 

So he does know fear. Ron scoffed and took further steps away from the feral man. Then, he took out yet another grenade from his pocket. Too bad for you, I’m not the same Ron as before. 

Tap! Tap!

The grenade landed right beside Fenrir's defeated, bloodied body. 

BOOM!

Once again, a massive ball of fire and a cloud of smoke formed. The explosion was more intense, and Fenrir Greyback's body was ruined beyond recognition. Everything, from head to toe was destroyed into pieces. 

That's it? It was too easy to kill him.

Crack! Grrrr…! 

What’s that sound? Ron frowned and lifted his wand again. Fenrir was dead beyond doubt, so he had no clue who this could be. He just quickly gathered the leftover head of Fenrir into his bag and became alert.

Grrrr…!

The ground's shaking? He mumbled, realizing there were multiple enemies. 

Grrr…!

Sadly, at the first sight of his enemies, Ron froze. A massive hoard of tarantulas. 

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Scalp tingling, Ron forgot every single fighting technique and all he knew now was to run away as fast as possible. He gave it his best, not even daring to look behind. 

BOOM!

Frantic, Ron dropped minor explosives on the way. It burned the spiders but also made them angrier. Their numbers continued to increase and they started to surround him from all sides.

Fuck, fuck! Fucking hell! 

There was no looking back. 

Boom!

####

Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade.

It was nighttime and the inn was full of guests. The staff and Rosmerta were busy serving drinks to the guests. 

Creak!

Just then, the door of the inn opened and one man in dirty and tattered clothes walked in. Everything about him was dirty, but one look at his hair made everyone feel respect. 

Thud!

Ron landed on a round stool at the bar. "Water… please!"

Running from tarantulas turned out extremely hard. Still out of breath, he gulped down glass after glass of water. 

"You don't look good," Madam Rosmerta commented, passing a small shot of Firewhiskey at him. "You’ll need this."

Ron paid no mind and gulped down the shot in one go. The burning sensation in his mouth only made him thirst for more. "More!"

"Can I join?" 

"Ugh…" Ron annoyedly glanced beside him. It took him a few moments to realize who it was. Pale-skinned, with hair curly blonde bordering auburn, her face flustered from drinks. "Clearwater?"

"Weasley." She acknowledged and took the stool beside him. Being two years older than him and already a graduate of Hogwarts, she maintained a proud, Ravenclaw attitude. "You look…"

"I know, I know!" Ron downed another shot. He could feel his damn skin crawl just at the thought of the tarantulas, he didn’t want to mention them at the moment. Not now, maybe not ever again. He knew the nightmares were going to persist for a long time to come. 

"You here?"

"Hmph!" Penelope puffed her chest, too drunk already. "None of your business."

"Alright." Ron ignored her and started drinking more to forget the nightmare fuel. 

Penelope pouted and snatched the next shot glass from him and downed it herself. "So ungentlemanly. At least give me some company."

"Fine." Ron still ignored her, without another word.

Penelope sat there gesturing for another round from Madam Rosmerta and placed some coins on the counter to pay for everything.

Amused, Ron looked at her face. Clearwater—perfect name for her. 

She had clear pale skin, unblemished in the slightest. Her blonde hair was almost golden if the lighting was just right, but auburn under the shadows, a duality that bordered a mystery. Ron wondered if that proud look was her true self, or the woman drinking recklessly beside him right now. He was curious but didn’t really want to go through the hassle of finding out.

Women… Ron gibed internally.

Both of them keep drinking for a while, talking about mundane things to pass the time. 

But then Penelope suddenly stared at his pants and kept staring. "I-I’ve heard... you're big... really? How big?"

Ron almost spat out his drink, “W-what? W-Who told you that?! Wait… you girls…”

Penelope giggled, her unrestrained laughter like charming bells. She leaned in a bit closer to him. “Oh please Ron, men aren’t the only ones to talk about... that…”

“You...” Ron flustered, but he quickly frowned and turned away from her. “You’re drunk, you should go home.”

Thump.

Madam Rosmeta suddenly placed a key on the bar counter and slid it across to Penelope. She winked at Ron and smiled as she looked at the drunk and crimson-faced Penelope.

Ron was confused, speechlessly looking at the two women. What's with this fucking luck?

"Ooh... my favorite room." Penelope grabbed the key and tugged on Ron’s arm, trying to drag him away. "Come on... show it to me... don't be shy..."

Ron almost fell off the stool and before he could balance his feet, he was made to stumble behind, following Penelope.

Ron didn’t know if he was drunk, utterly confused, or just too exhausted to mutter his jumbled-up thoughts. The missed opportunity with Narcissa that morning had left him unsatisfied plenty.

One foot followed the other, and he eventually found himself inside the room. A very basic room in the inn, with a large queen-sized bed, a table and chair by the window, and an adequate dresser. 

Thud! Click!

Ron quickly looked behind him and realized Penelope had closed and locked the door, leaning her back against it, and looking at him with a glint in her eyes. She took off her jacket, one arm at a time, and dropped it to the floor.

“Wait, Wait..”

“Wait? For what?” Penelope’s flushed face smirked a seductive little smile as she slowly stepped up to him. Her hips swayed with every step, like a cat coming closer and closer to its prey.

As her hands slid under his coat, crawling up his chest, Ron took a few steps back. But even when his logic and exhaustion were saying no right now, his manhood was thoroughly tempted.

“I can’t… We don't… We can’t…” Ron’s heel collided with the lower edge of the bed, disorientated and still a bit drunk, he fell back with a poof. 

“Come on Ron, we definitely can… Don't be such a pussy… that’s my part…” Penelope bit her lip as her hands slid up his thighs, eventually stroking the small hill in his pants. “I want to, don't you?”

Ron groaned as he felt her hands massaging his bulge. His erection was at full mast, straining the material of his pants.

“I guess the answer is a yes.” Slowly, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down with the underpants, letting out the girthy beast she truly wanted to see. Her eyes lit up at his sheer size, salivating in wonder.

“Ooh… The rumors were true.”

Ron stayed there, his knees dangling off the edge of the bed, hands brushing his face vigorously as if trying to sober up. But then, he suddenly felt the wet, slippery softness of her tongue against his cockhead. 

“Ghh…” All his thoughts of resting went out the window. He sat up, looking at the dark blond head between his legs.

“Umm… so big…” Drunken, flustered, Penelope muttered, licking her lips as she held his cock with both hands. She took a long wide swipe with her pink tongue, painting his rigid shaft with her saliva, from base to tip. 

Ron shivered, feeling his tender skin toyed with by her tongue. Having downed a lot of Firewhiskey, his sensitivity was at its peak.

With a smirk, Penelope parted her plump pink lips, her tongue coming out to welcome his cock. Ron felt the warmth of her mouth engulf him, wrapping him up in the wet, slick massages of her tongue. 

“Oh,” he groaned a little, unable to hold himself back from holding her head. The feeling was heavenly as her tongue swirled around his cock. Her strokes went up and down as her head started to bob along his shaft.

Her sucking motion caressed his very being, as her throat contracted, greedy for his spill. 

“Fuck… you’re too good at this.”

“Um-hmm,” Penelope merely hummed a response. Her head kept busy pleasuring him, but her hands moved all over his chest, pulling at his buttons and gesturing for him to take them off. 

Ron didn't care anymore, taking off all of his upper garments in quick succession. He was drowning in bliss, wanting to fuck her as soon as possible. Her throat was amazingly hot, but he craved her cunt. 

Ghk ghk ghk..!

Her head moved faster and faster as Ron sunk his finger into her sweaty blond hair. Her hands caressed his chest, sometimes brushing her thumb over his bare nipple. Ron could almost see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Every time his cock struck the back of her throat, a bolt of electricity ran up his spine. 

He couldn’t help but tug at her hair, wanting more and more, deeper and deeper.

This Hogwarts senior, the kind he thought he would never dream of touching or even talking to, was now pleasuring him with her proud mouth. He was on cloud nine, almost jumping over the edge.

No, not this way. If you want it, then take all of it! Ron’s primal instinct took over. 

He grabbed both her hands and quickly pulled her up to stand between his legs. Penelope was slightly surprised, but then she felt Ron turn her body. In one big, quick motion, he flipped her knee-length skirt up, pulled her blue panties down, and sat her back down on his lap.

“Ahhh!” Penelope cried out in pain mixed with pleasure. 

His cockhead recklessly penetrated her soaking wet pussy, diving deep into her as her weight pushed down. She had to pause for a moment, letting her nectar coat him thoroughly, slowly getting used to his size, stretching out her petals to the fullest.

“Oh... God… Ron… Fuck!” She panted, her tone annoyed and blissful. She leaned back on his chest, feeling his hot breath on her neck. He was bigger than any before, and it stretched her to lengths she never knew.

“You said...” Ron started as he lifted her left leg and placed it over his left knee, “You wanted to know.” He lifted the other and placed it over the right. “Time to find out… To your heart's content.”

He widened his legs, effectively widening hers too, allowing her throbbing slit to feel the chill of the air, while it suckled on his cock. Ron’s hands kept busy, unbuttoning her shirt one by one. 

As her front now lay open, Penelope felt Ron’s hands slowly diving under her bra from below. He pulled it up to her upper chest and finally found the quivering flesh he was looking for. His fingers kneaded her exposed swells with tight grips, pinching her nipples and letting them poke out between his fingers.

“Oohh... Yes! Feel s-so good.”

“Not yet,” Ron grimaced, feeling her pussy contract every time he pinched her sensitive peaks.

With both hands under her breasts, Ron pushed her body up and dropped her back on his lap. His straining shaft slid in and out of her dripping pussy, thrusting up with every jump from her lithe body.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Penelope couldn’t help but yelp every time he went in deep. She wiggled, leaning back on his chest, letting him move her like a toy for pleasure. Up and down, she rode the waves of delight. The way her pussy was exposed to the air while being fucked like this made her words even more wild and erratic. 

“Yes! Yes!! Ahh!! Ron… fuck me… use me… take MEE-ehhh!” 

Ron didn’t want to hold back anymore, the way she asked for it was too much. He grabbed both her legs from below, letting her knees rest on his palms while he lifted her body up against his chest. He thrust up with force, fucking her like a fuckdoll in his arms. 

“Oooh Fuck me! Please fuck me! Harder! Yessss~” Penelope moaned as she kneaded her breasts, pinching and tugging, looking for that last bit of bliss in that drunken ecstasy. 

“Aaah!!!” With one last heavenly moan, the floodgates shattered. She came with an explosion of euphoria, squirting out more than just sticky, clear honey. Her nectar came out like a fountain of life, staining the floor in front of them. Her walls kept throbbing, tightening around Ron’s unyielding cock. 

Ron felt too good to notice her withering body, striking her deep until he felt her cervix, so tight and stifling that he wanted to bury his cock in her cave of wonders. Thrust after thrust, strike after strike, her pussy abused until it flushed red.

“Oh fuck.. Fuc–ck!” Penelope grimaced once more, her body out of her control as her muscles knotted up once again. She didn’t know this could happen. The sheer passion engulfed her a second time. The mythical multiple orgasm taking her to new heights.

Once again her essence flowed, a stream flooding the patch of floor in front of them. 

Then it finally came, Ron could feel the stifling sensation on his balls. His cock throbbing with a frenzy. He could feel his blood already gathering in one spot, just a little more and he could burst.

But not wanting to make any more dumb mistakes, Ron quickly placed Penelope down on the floor and stood up in front of her. 

“Mouth!” Ron ordered, uncaring as he had to be quick.

Penelope opened her glossy lips, sticking her tongue out as she sat there on her knees like a creature made to only pleasure.

Ron stroked his cock and placed the tip of his swollen head in her mouth. The moment he felt her lips seal around his girth, he instantly plunged into that ethereal bliss. Pulsating waves of pleasure took over as he filled her mouth with his creamy batter.

Penelope sputtered a little, letting some white strands drip from her lips to her exposed breasts, painting her sweaty body with his virile seeds. Her cheeks bulged a little but then came back down as she gulped, swallowing everything in her mouth while his calming thrusts stopped. 

She gasped, comforted, satisfied, and still a bit muddled. "Yes... so big... so good... soo much more than Percy..."

"What the fuck?!" Ron frowned, his eyes shot open. Wait, she's dating Percy? 

Ron hurried a step back, thoroughly exhausted as he dropped himself on the bed. A thousand thoughts circled in his head.

"That fool... that nerd... why couldn’t he be like you?" Penelope annoyedly muttered as she stood up from the floor and got down on the bed beside him, still panting.

“…“ 

If I wasn’t this lucky, I don’t think I could even be like me. Ron thought to himself. Fuck! I messed up. Percy can’t know!

“...Thank you… Ron…” Penelope mumbled as she closed her eyes, gently drifting off to sleep, thoroughly pleased, sexually and mentally. 

But Ron couldn’t shake off the feeling of self-hatred, and a little guilt towards his uptight brother; But then again, he didn’t know they were dating, and it was Penelope who initiated it. So, he decided to let this one night stay a one-night thing and act like it never happened. 

Alert, he waited for her breathing to turn even, really falling into deep sleep. When she finally did, he quickly put on his clothes, and sneaked away, leaving a note behind.

Thank you for the amazing time, Penelope. Let’s not ever talk about this again. Nothing happened last night. Percy doesn’t need to know.

When the sun came up, Penelope woke up. Dazed and confused, she felt her body sore all over, as if she was crumpled up like a piece of paper. But she still remembered last night, and looked around and found the note Ron had left behind.

“This idiot!” As she read it, she scratched her head embarrassingly. "What's the big deal? I haven’t dated Percy since Hogwarts... Humph! Weasleys... all of them, so ungentlemanly."

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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I fucked my brother’s girlfriend! 

Head clasped between his palms, he sat outside Moody’s office waiting to be called, the dead body of Fenrir still in his possession in the bag. 

His one leg rocked up and down non-stop, nervous and disgusted with himself. 

Why am I so damn horny all the time? Bloody hell! Ron cursed himself and gazed at his loins. Should I just… cut it—Fuck no! Fuck!

“Ron?” 

Ron looked up abruptly, and his heart sank. 

“P-Percy? W-What’re you doing here?”

“I work here.”

Merlin’s tits! Why did I come here?!