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Star Of The Weasley Family Chapter 8 - Actions Have Rewards
🕑 Added 2024-02-04 10:50:44 +0000 UTCThat's it. This is certainly not a misunderstanding. She's doing it knowingly. Ron was now sure. But why?
He felt the heat in his loins rise. A teacher flirting with him was an entirely different feeling, more arousing if he was to be honest.
However, she stepped away from him suddenly and went to help other students. Ron felt a sense of loss and a little hungry at the view of her fleeting behind, moving with alluring twists of her waist. She was a tall and slender woman hiding curves under her robes.
"Those of you who still can't see the star formation raise your hands."
After that, she quickly helped everyone. But none of them received the same treatment as Ron did. At times, when she came to help him, she leaned in so close and used her hands to guide everything.
Eventually, the class also came to an end since bedtime neared.
I won't be able to sleep if I don't get an answer. Ron felt frustrated, wanting to know her reasoning. So, he volunteered to clean up the place and put away all the tools and spare telescopes. He sent off Harry and Hermione first and waited for the rest of the class to leave.
A few minutes later, he walked behind Aurora Sinistra, holding her personal telescope. He couldn't help but stare at her figure as she walked the whole time, silently wondering what was under those loose robes.
But soon, they arrived at her office, and he placed the telescope near the window. It was a regular room with a large table, chairs, and a library, albeit with a few astronomy-related artifacts here and there.
"Professor." Before leaving, he stood beside the door and asked her straightforwardly. “Are you alright?”
Sinistra had just settled her hat on the table. But she never sat down, and stood against the table's edge, her hips against it. "What you did by capturing the Dark Lord, and then his most loyals… I will never forget your valor. Your actions hold a personal closeness to me."
Ron realized she wasn't a maniac and calmed down. "What do you mean, Professor? I just did what was right."
She smiled, a rare sight on her lips. Truthfully, she looked beautiful with her long black hair in a tight bun and her dark eyes shining. "That is why it means all the more to me. My boggart was the Dark Lord, Mr. Weasley."
Ron gulped again, noticing how she had started to unbutton her olive robes from her front, widening the neck more and more, revealing the rising curves of her globes below her dress. "W-Why were you so afraid of him?"
"Because I was a victim of his madness during the first war," Sinistra answered and began walking towards Ron, eventually standing behind him and unashamedly wrapping her arms around his neck, feeling his broad shoulders against her chest. "When you defeated him, I gained back a lost piece of myself. Because of you, I don't feel afraid anymore."
She eventually placed her chin on his shoulder, her hands slowly climbing up his torso and chest from behind. The sound of her warm breath tickled Ron’s ear, low and sultry, with a hint of longing. Her hands continued to move down, exploring a fairly prone area of his body.
Ron was taken aback, but he couldn’t deny feeling a little excited. Her hands were so soft and nimble, one stopping on his belly while the other continued down towards the growing bulge on his pants. It started cupping the small hill between his legs, slowly squeezing her fingers to caress and knead his rising erection, causing it to stiffen up fully.
Ron knew he liked her hands touching him there. She was a desirable woman, after all. And the way she spoke, it felt like he had earned this one. "I'm… glad I could help, Professor."
"Just a little…" She suddenly unbuttoned his pants and pushed her palm under the waistband, and captured his member. "more help… tonight. You’ve been so good in class, Mister Weasley.”
Her slender digits encircled his straining shaft, slowly gliding up and down. Her other hand got busy unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning, and pulling down his zipper. Her honey-soft mounds uncontrollably pressing on his back.
“You deserve some extra points.” She finally pulled out his girthy male member, gently stroking him. Her other hand went back down to massage his family jewels, causing Ron to shiver all over.
“Wha-What do I have to do to… Get extra points?” Ron pursed his lips, trying not to sound out his craving with a grunt. He could hear the way her tongue licked her own lips, and gulp in thirst, slightly wet.
At last, she allowed his pants to fall down and lowered his underwear from behind.
“It won’t be difficult, but certainly ‘hard’ work,” she said as her hands kept moving, stroking and caressing in all the right places. Her tongue started licking his ear, nibbling his lobule.
“I can do… hard work.” Ron’s neck wiggled a little, ticklish from her touch. “I’m a hard-working… student, after all.”
“Wonderful,” Sinistra replied with a hint of playfulness in her tone. Her ample bosom still pressed against his back, squishing and swaying with her movements. She was enamored by his boyish charm and young body, wanting to examine every part entirely.
She definitely knows what she’s doing. Ron couldn’t believe how easy it was for him to get this close to one of the younger professors in school.
Sinistra suddenly turned him by the shoulders, looking at him straight in the eye. There was a subtle glint in her irises as her gaze slowly went down towards his extended member, fully erect and at her disposal. A smile grew on her plump lips.
She took off her dark outer robe and got down on her knees right in front of him. Her tongue extended, sliding down the length of his cock. His cock twitched, clearly knowing what was in-store.
As she parted her delicate lips, her fingers kept moving up and down his shaft, constantly titillating his need. She kissed his swollen head, wetting the tip of his greed. His cock entered her mouth slowly, feeling the sucking sensation slurp him in little by little. Her face moved closer and closer to his base every time she bobbed her head and harshly sucked when she pulled back all the way.
The long and drawn-out vacuum of her mouth quickly caused him to stiffen up like a lightning rod, iron-hard. Sinistra could feel how stiff he was on her tongue, flicking his manhood and sucking on his head from time to time. Her hands worshiped his balls, stroking every responsive spot on his skin.
Aye, it seems I'm still as lucky as ever. Ron wallowed inside while watching Sinistra lap up his cock's length and lick him all over. Her pale brown lips suckled him to drain his seeds out. Her tongue probed the little tip of his cock.
“Umm… As big as I expected. Half the mark already…” She mumbled from the corners of her lips, licking and pecking his girth with fluttery kisses. Her saliva covered his long, rock-hard erection entirely as it trembled, begging for more.
“Now for your full… assessment,” Sinistra giggled as she stood back up, placing her hand on Ron’s chest while the other pulled off her hairpin that kept her twisted hair in a tight bun. Her lustrous twilight locks of curls slid down her deep, sultry nape and shoulders.
She gently pushed him, little by little towards the table behind him with one hand. Her other hand unbuttoned the flowery one-piece dress she always wore.
When she finally tugged on the green ribbon around her midsection, letting her entire dress fall to the floor, Ron was already half sitting on her desk, shrugging his school robes off.
Ron marveled at her hot body. Her twists swayed from her shoulders to her chest, wiggling between her ample hills. Her mahogany mounds had amazing dark buds at the tips. The slope of her waist to her soft, full thighs excited him to no end, hoping he could grab hold as soon as possible.
The way her smooth hips swayed as she came even closer made Ron gulp. She leaned past Ron a little and swiped all the scrolls and books off the table. Ron heard the thumps and clatter, baffled if it was the heart in his throat or the books.
As she kicked her shoes off, she unbuttoned his white shirt, pushing him even further to lie down on the desk. She lifted her legs, placing each one at his sides. “Let’s start with the bullet points...” She muttered as she leaned down towards him, her tongue dancing on his chest.
“Wha-Oh!”
Ending his confusion, Ron instantly felt the way Sinistra’s wiggling tongue circled his own nipple, swiping up and down to flick his nipple with the wide side of her wet tongue. She suckled on it as her lips clamped it in place.
Ron giggled and squirmed. It was new to him, but he fucking loved it. The ticklish feeling tingled in his belly, eventually causing his cock to twitch even more as it rested between her damp petals, squeezed between the doughy flesh of her lower thighs.
Her waist wiggled and swayed, taunting and teasing the hard pulse of his arousal with small peeks and friction. Her gradually salivating lower lips brushed against the bumps of his girthy length.
“Ummhhh…” She moaned, her hot breath scraping against the wet skin on his chest. “That’s it... You’re getting there, Mister Weasley,” she added as she moved the portal of her loins towards his swollen head.
“Ghhh… But, Professor,” Ron tried to wiggle below her, moving his hands up her thighs and onto her back. “How can I…” Ron suddenly grabbed her waist and turned their bodies together.
“Get good marks… If I don’t show the work?” He teased, holding her wrist above her head as he leaned over her pinned, naked body on the desk. He lowered his head even more, flicking his tongue on her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down to her lustrous valley as she lay underneath him.
Sinistra shivered from his touch, heaving her chest up, allowing him to grab hold of her hard bud with his lips. He sucked and licked, eventually letting go of her wrists. His hands had better things to do. He kneaded her cloud-like breast in one while the other found its way to her throbbing love hole.
“Oh... Mister Weasley, you're cleverer than I thought.” She mewed in delight; her hands brushing over Ron’s hair, pulling him in to suckle a bit more. Her hips went up, subtly inviting his digits to explore.
Ron did so as his sultry teacher’s body instructed. His fingers trailed down her smooth curving pelvis, one finger brushing between her exposed blushing petals, and finally curved inside, earning a low gasp from her bitten lips. The tip of his finger twirled inside, touching her sensitive walls and coating it with her juices.
“Aah… five points, Mister Weasley; care to try for more?” She moaned a little and giggled, challenging him to do his worst.
“Of course, who wouldn’t want that, Professor?” Ron’s fingers continued to move as the base of his palm pivoted on her pelvis. Shoving his finger in and out of her sweltering hole, earning deep and long moans of pleasure from her.
Her hips wiggled as her hands caressed his neck and back, trailing her nails on his skin. Her slender, russet belly heaved every time he dug in deep, stretching her fine walls with his hands. His mouth kept busy, cupping around her areola, nibbling on her trembling buds.
“Oh… oh… Yes, Mister Weasley, keep going!” She cried out.
“Professor…” Ron muttered, coming up for breath. He gazed at her blushing face, taking in her ecstasy-filled expression, silently exhaling moans from her parted lips. He then looked up and noticed the large open window, the sky dotted with stars.
“This exam is a bit too hard,” he added while grinding his erection on her thigh. “Can you help me… Look at the … Constellations again?”
“Ahh… Of… Course… Anything for my… precious student,” she purred between panting breaths. Her pussy throbbed and squeezed against his fingers, hungry for that final release.
“Perfect… I’m going to strive for good marks,” Ron smirked and quickly caught both of her hands once again.
Before Sinistra could protest or ask why he suddenly stopped, Ron pulled her off the desk, pushing her towards the window. He placed her hands on the windowsill, placing his one hand over them to keep her there, and grabbed her ebony ass with the other, letting his fingers sink into her cloud-like flesh as he stood beside her skin-to-skin.
“I want to see how deep Astronomy studies go.”
Sinistra giggled and raised her ass high, leaning forward and taking in the chilly air of the night through the open window. “As deep as you want it to, Mister Weasley.”
Ron smiled, moving his hands all over her curving body, and eventually settled on her plump hips while he steadied himself behind her. He took in the view of her drenched pussy for a moment, hungrily gaping and throbbing for his cock. He aimed his purple head right between her petals and quickly shoved it in with one fell swoop.
“Ahh!” Sinistra jolted. Her brazenly exposed mounds jiggled like jelly. Her sore pussy quivered in sudden pleasure, sending bolts of electrifying bliss up her spine. Her soaking-wet walls stretch to their fullest in a single instance, causing her immense fulfillment.
Ron beckoned his hips back gently and suddenly dove back in, deep to the base. He did so for fun, excited to see the way her body reacted to the sudden probing of his size and girth.
After a couple of moments of delightful surprises, Sinistra finally got used to his rhythm, answering his thrusting hips with the sway and rocking of her body. She writhed in torment when she felt his fingers pinching into her waist, holding on to her as he delved deeper into her with each harsh trust.
“Oh ohh... ahh… Yes, yes…” She moaned loudly, holding onto the edge of the windowsill, her fingers exerting so much force that her knuckles turned a shade paler.
Sinistra bit her lower lip tightly, but those embarrassing cries still overflowed. Ron seemed to hear nothing, fucking her from behind in a frenzy. His pelvis slapped her plump bottom with precision, plowing through toward her deepest walls.
“Ghh…” It was the first time she heard him make a sound as if he had finally teetered close to the edge. With a bit of a grunt, he sounded urgent and suppressed.
He suddenly grabbed hold of her arms once more, pulling them back, forcing her to feel every inch of him deep within her pussy. Her back arched while her ass dangled for him as he thrust his straining cock into her while holding on to her wrists for leverage.
Her breasts jiggled and thrashed, bouncing up and down as they jerked violently towards the open window.
“Ahhh… Yes, Mister Weasley… Exceeding expectations! Ohhh... Oh-Outstanding!”
Sinistra kept giving him outstanding marks, allowing the younger man to show her every inch of his masculinity. Her ass moved in fine, subtle, circling movements; His cock, fast and frantic. Her hips twisting, obeying an instinct she hadn't known she possessed.
"W-Where, Professor?" He couldn't believe his own ears, but yes, he was asking that to a professor.
Sinistra looked up at the sky outside and smiled, "Today seems like a good day to feel the warmth within my soul… inside."
Ron, sweating already and feeling sore in his muscles, heard her reply and drove in with intense fervor. His throbbing girth speared her slit open like a perfect match. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around him, sending him over the edge.
He groaned in blissful agony, losing himself to the pulsating waves of pleasure. He felt his hot seed spill into her, bringing him with her as his heat filled her up. He kept going, thrust after thrust, mixing their juices with nasty squelching between their sweaty skin.
She came at the same moment, convulsing around him with spasms of pleasure. Her body erupted in dazzling undulations as her muscles tensed up, accepting every drop of white seeds in her body.
Ron finally let go of her arms, gulped down some saliva, and coated his dry throat as his knees buckled. He rested his forehead on her smooth, velvety back for a moment, still trying to catch his breath.
Sinistra smiled, resting her head on the arm she placed on the windowsill. She reached down with the other hand, glazing two of her fingers with his white, dripping cream. She brought it up to her lips and licked them in one long stroke.
"Indeed, a good day to feel the warmth," she said with a smile. Her words made little sense to Ron, who just retreated to sit down on a chair and relax, his exposed manhood turning flaccid.
Sinistra got up and took a cloth to clean herself. She cleaned the glistening sweat off her ample mounds and muttered a small moan as she swiped the cloth from below, clearly letting it sink in between her flushed petals and grazing her swollen clitoris.
She then approached Ron with her kitten-like steps, kneeling in front of his chair and cleaning his cock with diligent and gentle swipes.
"I’m grateful to you for taking away my greatest fear, Mr. Weasley." She said again, this time sounding different. "You should now go and rest in your dorms. Don't worry about the homework submission. You can ignore it."
Not having to do homework? If that's the case, I'm ready to come here every day.
Ron didn't show his joy and silently wore his clothes. "Thank you, Professor. I'll go now."
Quickly, he climbed down the Astronomy tower and headed towards the dorms. He could still feel a little out of breath after the intense action. But no matter what, his mind felt very free now.
At least no homework anymore. He giddily walked in strides, not noticing the footsteps at the turn.
Thud!
"Aargh… Don't you have ey—" Ron groaned when someone bumped into him heavily. But realizing it was a cute girl, he didn't curse.
"Mister Weasley!" the girl jumped to her feet and rushed to hide behind his broad back. Her eyes showed signs of fear, her hair was disheveled, and her white shirt looked dirty.
Do I know her? He had no idea what was happening, but when he saw two tall and somewhat plump Slytherin boys coming his way, he knew it was going to be interesting.
"Hehe, hiding now, Bones? Your aunt won't come here to save you."
"Come out, Bones."
Ah, classic Slytherins. Ron quickly took out his wand. Wait, Bones?
Before he addressed Crabbe and Goyle, he turned around and faced the girl with long, red, disheveled hair plaited down her back. However, what startled him was the sizable flesh on her bosom. "Bones? Are you, by chance, related to Amelia Bones?"
She meekly looked up, a head shorter than him. "She's my aunt."
Really? Then all the more reason to help you, I guess.
"Are they bullying you?"
"They always do." She responded, appearing frustrated.
Although tired, Ron nodded and faced the oncoming Slytherins. "Let's see if they can bully me then."
Too bad I can't use Crucio on you two. Wait, why am I loving that spell so much? He just realized. This is bad, Ron boy. Nobody will take a ginger Dark Lord seriously.
Chuckling to himself, he raised the wand at the two boys.
"Go away, Weasley," Crabbe scowled.
Goyle followed, "Just because you were lucky before, you think you can beat us, Weasley?"
Ron sneered, "Look at two big boys doing big boy things—bullying a girl. I guess the fatter you grow, the smaller your brain becomes."
"Mind your tongue!" Crabbe brandished his wand. "Let's duel."
"Sure, two against one. I've fought worse." Ron shrugged, "Let's strike at three. One, two—Three, Levicorpus—Stupefy—Stupefy!"
Thud!
Thud!
In no time, two Slytherins were on the floor, unconscious. Ron clapped his hands clean and turned back to look at the girl. "So, what's your full na—Where did she go?"
He looked left and right. Other than groaning Crabbe and Goyle, the girl was nowhere to be seen. With a hint of disappointment, he headed towards the Gryffindor dorms. It was certainly a very long and exhausting day, but his lips didn’t utter a single word of complaint.
“I love Hogwarts,” he muttered, crediting all the good things to it.
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He couldn’t believe it. He absolutely couldn't believe everyone had kept it a secret from him. It was expected to happen, but so soon and in such a grand manner, he had never thought.
Just a week into the November Quidditch season, after being selected as a reserve Chaser for the team, Harry and Dean Thomas woke him up one morning with a rush. They didn’t tell him the reason or occasion, but they combed his red hair, gave him clean school robes, and patted all the folds away.
But once he arrived at the Common Room, a few girls were waiting for him with strange boxes. Led by Hermione and Ginny, they sat him down and threw some powdery stuff on his face with brushes.
“Have you all gone mental?” He barked, finally annoyed.
“This is important, Ron. The name of our house depends on you today.” Hermione pushed him into the seat and shoved a folded paper into his hands. “Just read this when the time comes. Let’s go now.”
“Where?”
His inquiries fell on deaf ears, and before he knew it, he was ushered into the Great Hall with a number of Gryffindors behind him.
“Ronald Bilius Weasley!”
As soon as he stepped inside, he heard his name being spoken loudly from the teacher’s table’s side. The entire hall instantly erupted into frenzied clapping and cheers. It was at that moment he noticed the whole Great Hall adorned with colors of the Gryffindor house and other markings of the Ministry fluttering.
Even the tables seemed to show a grand feast akin to the starter of the year feast every September.
“What’s this?” He asked Hermione behind him.
“Just listen and go to the stage.”
Still confused, Ron walked between the tables. He noticed all the professors standing instead of sitting. Other faces, such as Moody, Amelia Bones, and other Aurors, were also present.
“There was no doubt about Mr. Weasley’s bravery when he saved Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter’s lives and apprehended the Dark Lord. His deeds, heroic and just, went on to become greater further after his successful display of magical mastery in a battle against Death Eaters.” Dumbledore didn’t hold back his words this time, “I stand with the Ministry’s decision and proudly announce the award of Order of Merlin, First Class, to Mr. Weasley.”
This is really happening! Ron felt like he was on cloud nine.
He thanked his friends for preparing him for the occasion and cleaning him up. First Class? It doesn’t get any higher than that! I think I really might be the greatest Weasley to ever live after this.
He walked onto the stage and smiled, shaking hands with the Aurors. He noticed a seriousness in Amelia Bones’ gaze, which made him somewhat conscious of what had happened between them that night.
However, he was too excited for the award; he simply went to the podium. Alastor Moody, the current interim Minister for Magic, handed the medal box to Dumbledore, who in turn handed it to Ron. There was pride in the old man’s gaze as he patted Ron’s shoulder and looked at the camera for the picture.
I don’t want this to ever stop. He felt a little emotional as he noticed pride in the gaze of his brothers and sister, too. Even Percy, standing on the side, looked proud despite having been ignoring family for the past few months. I hope this isn’t a dream.
He waved his hand, he smiled, and took pictures with many of the professors and Ministry members. It was a grand celebration that only grew bigger as he returned to his seat at the Gryffindor table and was surrounded by his friends.
“I love you, Ron!”
Ugh, it’s Lavender again. Better ignore her.
He accepted hugs from everyone, shook hands, and received a few angry gazes from the Slytherin table. But something shocking happened next, as two of the most famous girls in Slytherin's house came all the way to his table.
“Congratulations on the award, Weasley.”
Ron found himself mesmerized by this blonde beauty, “Thanks, Greengrass.”
“My father said you’re a decent wizard.” Pansy was there beside Daphne. “Good job, I guess.”
This one, she can’t even act. Just say that your father asked you to do this. Ron saw Pansy’s smug sneer. But Greengrass is surprising. I don’t even remember her being involved in anything.
“Thank you,” he said and watched the two girls quickly leave the table as the Slytherin boys were on the verge of jumping on him.
However, he didn’t realize his interactions with blondes weren’t over yet. Just, this one was far uglier with a personality worth vomiting on.
After dinner, he had to follow Rita Skeeter to an empty room and give his interview.
He hated the woman for what she wrote about Harry in the previous school year.
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“Ah!” Rita suddenly lost her foot on the staircase.
Ron was behind and quickly caught her by the waist. “Are you alright?”
Rita, shocking Ron, revealed a blush on her face that already had an extreme amount of makeup. Like a maiden in love, she placed her palm on Ron’s chest and took his shoulder’s support to stand up again. “You’re quite strong, Mister Weasley.”
Ugh, her teeth are so disgusting. To avoid being poorly written, he smiled at her remark.
“That’s what Hogwarts does, Ms. Skeeter.”
She giggled and led him to a room. The interview started right away after a few more pictures were taken. Her magical quill moved in the air on its own while she kept asking questions. Her eyes didn’t look normal; however, her gaze was fixated on his face.
“So, do you like Hogwarts? Do you like studying here? How big of a role did the school play in making you this strong?”
Ron smiled and answered earnestly, giving all the credit to his school, friends, and family. But midway, he thought of a devious plan and chose to throw Dolores Umbridge under the bus.
“...But I believe all the progress is going to stop very soon. The new DADA Professor is different. She believes magic should be learned by reading books only. That performing magic is dangerous. I don’t think that’s right, because if it were, I’d be dead right now. On top of that, she’s not a good human being.
“On the first day of school, I was scolded by her. She used a dark magical pen that uses the writer’s blood to write and carves wounds on the hand in the shape of the words being written. It was utterly painful—I don’t know—”
“What?!” Rita’s eyes had gone wide by then. “Dolores Umbridge? The one from the Ministry? She hurt you with a dark magical artifact?”
Ron made the best puppy face possible. “She did, Ms. Skeeter. I’m sure she’s done it to many others. I’m afraid, if this continues, the quality of education at Hogwarts will turn to rubbish.”
Rita’s quill wrote intensely that entire time. A few more questions soon followed about his romance, hobbies, family reaction, and what he felt about the award. But for the most part, she seemed uninterested after getting her viral scoop.
By the time the night approached, she finished the interview and left the school through the Floo Network in one of the designated places.
I hope she writes about Umbrige as badly as I described everything. Ron wished and began making his way to the dorms. He was sure everyone must be waiting for him at the party.
Thud!
“Ah!”
Once again, just as Ron turned a corner, he stumbled into a person. Yet again, he found himself at a loss of words for the same girl standing before him that he had saved. He already knew her name by now, Susan Bones of Hufflepuff, from the same year as him.
“Sorry, sorry.” Susan apologized absentmindedly, fixing her long red hair. “I was looking for you this time. Can we talk somewhere? Somewhere alone?”
What does she want? Alone? Ron was constantly aware and wary of the Bones' surname. He had no doubt that after shagging Amelia, anything could happen. The woman held a lot of power, after all.
“Alone? Alright, follow me.” Ron agreed and took her away to the third-floor girl’s bathroom since bedtime was nearing. It is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, and nobody ever dared to go there. Besides, he had been there plenty of times before with Padma.
He couldn’t help but glance at her multiple times the entire time. She was cute, her body was on a fleshier side, fuller than most other girls. Her height was a head shorter than him, but her figure was sinfully curvy.
“That’s what most boys do,” Susan suddenly said on their way.
Ron panicked and looked away, “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“Most boys aren’t the youngest OOM first-class recipient either. Nor someone who saved me from those damn bullies.” Susan was slowly letting out her true self as her shyness faded away. “You can look… it’s a part of me anyway. I can’t remove it.”
Ron still felt terrible about it and refused to look at her again. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Not here.”
Eventually, the two reached the third-floor bathroom. It was cleaner now after Ron’s multiple visits and even had two wooden chairs. But Susan didn’t take a seat, and neither did he.
Confidently smiling, she went to the water basin in the middle and leaned against it while looking at Ron. Her arms were folded under her sizable, magnificent breasts, giving them a lift and making her cleavage more revealing with the top two buttons of her shirt open.
Ron gulped, trying his best not to look. But when he looked down, he noticed how high her skirt was. Her legs were thick and perfectly curvy, showing only a hint of her creamy pale flesh as her white socks went slightly higher than the knee. However, he felt that increased the charm.
No, dammit. I’ve already taken one Bones to bed. I can’t go after this one, too. Ron warned himself. After having experienced so many girls over time, his confidence had started to become his enemy. Any pretty girl now felt like a possible opportunity. It was a wrong thing. He knew it, but his loins thought otherwise.
“So, what is it?” He asked.
Susan smiled mischievously. “My aunt talked about you a lot after I sent her a letter. Her praises about you were never-ending. It’s shocking, Weasley. I’ve never seen her praise someone like that. What did you do?”
Fucked her brains out, I guess.
He forced a faint smile on his face. “Nothing, really. We just supported each other in battle and protected each other’s lives. By the way, just call me Ron.”
“Call me Susan then,” she responded and moved a little to step closer to him. Her arms remained folded beautifully. “She said you saved her life. I’m grateful for that, Ron. She’s my only family left… my mother, father, sister, brother… All I have is her.”
Ron shrugged, dangling the Order of Merlin medal’s box at her. “I never hoped to get this, Susan. Everything I did was because I felt it was right. Madam Bones is a great Auror. I’m glad I was able to save her.”
Susan giggled; her brown eyes squinted with a blush on her cheeks. She stepped closer all of a sudden and gently placed her palm on his chest. Then, with a little force, she started pushing him back towards a chair behind him. “I know, and that’s why I wanted to personally see how strong you are. Does she really have to praise you so much?”
Ron could guess where this was going, but he wanted to be sure. He took the seat on the chair as per her push and looked up, “What do you mean?”
“Hehe,” Susan smirked and tugged the hem of her skirt, starting to pull it up slowly and revealing more of her creamy flesh. Milky white and spotless.
No panties! Ron was almost flabbergasted, but he had experienced enough to not show it on his face.
Her perfectly pink slit was already damp, fully ready for him. But then she started lowering her body, kneeling down between Ron’s parted legs.
“Let me thank you with this.” She said after adjusting herself between his legs, her dainty fingers working to unbutton his pants. “By giving you what most boys desire when they look at me.”
“Oh…” Ron worded once he saw the deep valley between her glutenous hills. He couldn’t wait to see the shirt removed.
Susan pulled his zipper down, her warm hand quickly capturing his hardening cock. Her other hand unbuttoned her own shirt, exposing her pastel yellow bra covering her fleshy mounds. She was so well-endowed that her flesh almost spilled out of her bra.
“Oh,” Ron jolted on his chair a little, goosebumps forming on his arms as he felt her warm saliva on the crown of his cock.
Susan didn’t take too long, coating her spit all over his now fully hard shaft. She gave him a sloppy blowjob, intentionally wetting his rock-hard need, sucking and licking every inch of him. She allowed her saliva to drip from her tongue far more than usual, leaving a long, sticky string entangled around the head of his cock, making a mess.
As her head bobbed up and down, she pulled on the strap of her bra, letting the prized puppies out to play. She kneaded her own burgeoning breasts, causing her sizable buds to harden.
Ron couldn’t believe his eyes. They were perfectly pale, soft, and bouncy. If it were up to him, he would give them his full attention with deep, long sucks and nibbles. He couldn’t wait for a chance to milk them with all he had.
Feeling that Ron’s heated member was thoroughly soaked, she held both of her lovely mounds and placed Ron’s rigid flesh in between.
Ron’s grip tightened on the chair's armrest when he felt the soft, creamy skin engulf his own. They were different from anything he ever felt before. It felt doughy, squishy, and smooth, as if his entire length was moving through thick, heavy, hot cream.
Susan pressed them together, tightening her mounds around Ron’s cock, squeezing and milking him with gentle movements. When her hands and breasts moved up and down, Ron drowned in pleasure.
Every time Ron’s cockhead peeked out, Susan would suckle on the small slit above. It felt like she was sucking his soul out, completely dunking him in a sea of ecstasy. Ron couldn’t help but yearn to pinch those bouncing nipples of hers.
“Gk…. Ah!” Ron couldn’t stand it. Her movements were so skillful he doubted he was the first one she gave a titjob to. Pulsating waves of pleasure ran up his spine as blood rushed to his loins.
Like a fountain unclogged, his cream burst out, spurt after spurt, coating Susan’s mounds and lips in white. His nectar poured all over her chest, earning a small giggle of delight from Susan.
Susan suddenly got up, strutted towards the sink in the middle, leaned over, and presented her plump ass towards Ron as she pulled her skirt up to her waist. She parted her bushing petals with two fingers, showing him how wet she already was. “Come on, Ron… Show me how strong you are.”
But fate had something else planned. Suddenly, there was a furry of footsteps outside. Susan’s eyes widened, and she quickly got her shirt from the floor.
“What was that?!” Ron exclaimed and fixed his pants quickly. “Someone’s outside.”
“I-I’ll see you later.” Susan panicked and fixed herself up as well, leaving his white cream still between her breasts as they started leaving wet marks on the chest of her shirt. She felt ashamed looking at his face this time and rushed towards the exit.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. My Aunt wanted me to pass on a message to you. She wishes to speak with you early tomorrow morning at the Quidditch grounds. Bye~”
“Wait!” Ron tried to ask why since he felt a little overwhelmed with that woman near him. But Susan ran away, ignoring him.
Dammit, I hope it’s just her asking for another private moment.
After all, she could do a lot worse if she wanted to.
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It was early morning. So early that the sun had just started peeking through the horizon and painted the sky faint blue. The roosters had begun to crow, but most of the animals were still asleep.
In that silence, Ron slipped out of his bed and headed out. Even the portraits were asleep in the hallway on the way out. It was cold, so he had put on a few extra layers of clothes. A muffler hid half of his face, while a cap covered his red hair.
He hadn’t been able to sleep the entire night. On the one hand, the memory of Susan’s curvy, perfect body aroused him to explore more. On the other hand, Amelia’s call for a meeting scared and aroused him simultaneously.
I’m fucked up in the head. Is this why Lockhart was so weird? He must have been famous with women.
Self-pondering, he arrived at the quidditch fields. Utterly empty and covered in faint mist, he could make out a shadow of someone standing in the middle. Tall and slender, he knew it could only be one person.
With careful steps and a throbbing heart, he approached the center and looked at the graceful woman. Her stern face looked beautiful to his eyes now that he had felt her entire body. Behind that baggy long coat, he knew there was a tall, toned, and sexy figure.
Just stop thinking with your cock for once, Ron! He cursed himself and stopped after reaching half a meter away from her.
Amelia stared back at him and gave a nod of greeting. “I’m pregnant.”
Thud!
Yes, the star of the Weasley family fainted.
Comments
Paras Bhullar
Well that’s something, it’s looks like we going to be having a baby Weasley, and I’m sure it’s not going to be the only one
