The very next morning, Ron arrived at the Great Hall with Harry. As expected, all of Gryffindor ignored him like a plague. Only Harry and Hermione stayed by his side, sitting on each of his sides at the breakfast table.
"It's alright, Ron. We can understand." Harry said, trying to make him feel better.
Hermione was the same. "We know your family situation, Ron. Everyone will soon forget about this."
Ron didn't react much and started eating as if it was his last meal.
"Don't do that, Ron." Hermione scolded him. "If you eat like that, they'd think your wealth's already gotten to your head."
"Hah." Ron chuckled and kept eating the sandwiches.
Hundreds of eyes from all the tables speared into him. The Slytherin table was especially hostile, but at the same time, proud for some reason. Even the usually quiet Hufflepuffs let out a few scoffs while passing behind him, making it known they hated him.
Hoot! Hoot!
Right then, owls began flying into the Great Hall, dropping the latest edition of the Daily Prophet on the tables. From the students to the teachers, all the subscribers received one.
Of course, Hermione had a subscription. And she was the quickest to open it as Ron's folded front page image was visible to all. His portrait took almost half of the page, while the rest of the front page had the headline and the article on him.
What truly caught everyone off-guard, however, was the headline. Immediately, all faces looked at Ron for a split second before going back to reading the article in groups. The same was the case at the professors' table.
Hermione read it aloud for Harry to listen, and also Ron, who still ate like no tomorrow.
[Richest Wizard for A Day! Ronald Bilius Weasley, The Most Virtuous Man Alive!
The uncrowned Champion, the vanquisher of the Dark Lord. Words of the famed Weasley youth making a scandalous deal with the Malfoys to acquire their wealth have been thrown and blown out of proportion, writes Rita Skeeter.
What we initially believed was a result of the young Weasley's greed turned out to be an act of righteousness the likes of which never seen before. Readers must know before reading further that the Malfoys were the richest in wealth in all of magical Britain.
So, what did Ronald Billius Weasley, the richest man in the world, do with all that wealth? I know what I would have done. I'm sure many can dream of what they would have done. Imagine mountains of gold, countless castles in your name, and lands spanning counties.
But not the young Weasley—He gave it all away.
MAGI, Magical Aid and Guidance Initiative—the name of the foundation that Ronald Billius Weasley started with all that wealth. Its aim? To support poor wizard children to pay for school education, food, supplies, and even support back home in case of abusive circumstances in both magical and muggle sides. To help squibs pay for lessons in muggle occupations so they can make a life for themselves. To aid all wizards suffering from financial woes—studies, lodging, or health.
Despite having it all, Ronald Weasley gave it all away. The richest man for a day has returned to join the likes of us, common wizards and witches.
For such courage and a righteous heart, I have nothing but respect and adoration.
By Rita Skeeter.]
There was so much silence in the Great Hall that even the distant clanks of spoons and coughs became audible. One by one, as they finished reading, their heads turned to silently stare at Ron who was still eating.
Yes, he ate like a pig. Not because he was hungry, but because he wanted to hide his sorrow.
Merlin's Beard, it still hurts knowing I gave it away. It's so fucking hard being the good guy. Of course, he felt a little troubled. It was so much money, after all.
"You did what?!" Hermione put the newspaper down and grabbed Ron's right hand, closest to her. "Is this true?"
"As true as an average red-headed boy beating the Dark Lord," Ron mumbled. "Oh, I'm the chairman of this foundation. You and Harry are Co-Chair, while Professor Dumbledore is the enforcer in case someone tries to steal."
Harry did feel speechless about his best friend. "You thought of all that?"
"Most of it, but I had help. Anyway, stop talking about it now, or I will start crying." Ron ignored them and picked a cup of pudding, "It was so damn much."
But it was not his, or the Weasley Family's. Just that simple fact was enough to discard it. Neither his siblings nor Arthur and Molly felt he did anything wrong. If anything, they felt proud of their name, 'Weasley'.
Look at their faces. Ron still felt a little annoyed and baffled by his fellow schoolmates. One minute, I'm the most hated, and the next most loved.
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"Oh, hey, Ron."
"Good morning, Ron."
"You're the best!"
"Come for practice on time."
Ron walked towards the seventh floor on just another Sunday. It had been six days since the whole money matter, and he still remained the talk of the school. The respect he felt coming from every greeting and every smile from a passing girl made it all seem worth it.
Sadly, I still need to teach that damn seductress now. He sighed and arrived at the empty classroom on the seventh floor. Let's end this today. I don't want to deal with her anymore.
"You're late."
Tiredly, Ron didn't even register Daphne with his eyes and walked in. "I know, I overslept. Did you practice the shield charm?"
"I did."
"Did you make any progress?"
"I didn't."
Dunderhead.
"Did you say something?" Daphne stared daggers, "By the way, are you dumb? Did you fall on your head when you were born? Are you a monk?"
"What?" Ron looked up at last annoyedly and lost himself, staring at her absolute shameless beauty.
She stood facing away from him, only turning her waist to look back at him. Her cascading hair fell to the side, her one hand rested on her waist, almost hips. While the other moved up to the back of her neck from where she moved a bunch of her hair to reveal the golden, small huggie earrings.
What the fuck?! Ron's eyes widened.
As she leaned forward for unexplainable reasons, her very short skirt lifted up on its own, revealing her full, lush thighs of cream and her snowy white panties tightly covering the petals that gave away their shape.
"Do you have any idea how much money the Malfoys had?" She said, continuing to lean forward and revealing more of her rear. To Ron's further shock, she stretched her right hand further below her hips, between the junction of her thighs, and seemingly pulled the skin of her rear, stretching the middle strip of her panties to the side, which revealed a very faint sneak peek of something gloriously pale pink.
Ron couldn't avert his gaze. How could someone be pureblood with an aristocratic upbringing and yet be this much of a seductress? Her perfect ass, her curving thin waist, and the rising mounds took his breath away.
"Actually, I know exactly how much they had. Yes, it was a lot," he replied, not stuttering at all. This was his straining effort to focus.
"Oh." Daphne abruptly stood straight again, taking away the view. But then she raised her black sweater from her waist and took it completely off. Her hair turned a hot mess right away, "Yet you gave it away. Do you not want to be powerful, rich?"
Ron looked left and right to see if someone was spying on them, and this was a trap. "I'm rich enough, Daphne. Too much of anything can be bad for my health. Let's get back to training now."
"I forgot how to move the wand. Can you guide me?" Daphne asked, clearly playing games.
Ron begrudgingly sighed and stepped up to stand behind her. Like the last time, he placed his hand on her wrists. This time again, Daphne kept pushing her hips back towards him more and more. Her soft gelatinous ass pressed up against him until he felt like his growing bulge was engulfed.
"Ah!"
Thud!
Ron stumbled on Daphne's carelessly thrown sweater on the floor and fell down on his back. Daphne also fell on him, her rear slamming on his pelvis, thankfully not hurting him, but aiding in his aching swollen shaft to get a sneak peek of how tight she could be.
"I'm so sorry," Daphne muttered and turned around to look, her brows furrowed and her full lips seeming extra juicy. "Are you alright?"
Ron simply nodded as the words were stuck in his throat. He didn't know if he should gulp or speak, almost falling into a daze.
Daphne exaggerated a sigh of relief and quickly tried to stand up. Her ass deliberately swayed back towards his face with an erotic curve as her hands supported her body on his thighs to straighten her body and stand up. She placed one leg on each side of Ron's upper arms.
Ron couldn't move, as if he was stuck to the floor. The view above him caught him by surprise, causing his loins to twitch and urge him to look for more.
Daphne tilted forward a little and looked down between her legs, relishing the sight of Ron's gaze fully hooked below her skirt, at her panties and legs. Se could see his Addam's apple bob with every gulp, staring at her most secret places.
His gaze traveled up her white stocking he yearned to rip, up her fleshy smooth thighs he wanted to pinch and knead, and finally ending up at the sweltering heat of her cotton-covered slick wet heat he hungered to taste.
Wet? His eyebrow twitched a little.
Of course, he didn't miss the damp mark left on her panties. The succulent folds curving down from the hint of her tight lower belly he could see below the ban of her skirt. With her panties so thin and taut, he could trace where her petals met in between, wanting to part them free with his straining need.
"Enjoying the view?" Daphne commented all of a sudden, a faint giggle in her voice.
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[A/N: Don't worry, Ron's still rich. With this, he has control over the huge wealth while also looking like a hero and not greedy. A win-win for Weasley.]
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