"Why are you avoiding me? You have to take responsibility for what you did, Ron Weasley!"
"..."
Ron stood there, silently gazing at Daphne Greengrass, the blond-haired beauty of Slytherin. Her skirt folded up to reveal more of her spotless legs, her tie was missing, and the top two buttons of her shirt lay open. He knew she was trying to seduce him, and he wanted to know why.
"Responsibility? I barely touched you, and it was you who went all wild cat on me." Ron barked back, arms folded and his will strong despite the jitters in his loins. She was undoubtedly one of the most gorgeous girls in the school. But he wasn't a weak man either. "We didn't even do it."
"What?" Daphne's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed. "Then, if I let you do it, you'd take the responsibility?"
Ron sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. It had only been one day since they returned to school after the Christmas holidays, and Lavender had tried to roughly drag him to the bathroom once. Now, here was Daphne, almost doing the same.
Her offer was tempting, and he'd have certainly agreed if the feelings between them were mutual. But right now, he could already see she was doing all this for a reason, not because she was attracted to him.
"Why are you doing this, Daphne? Who ordered you to do this? Draco?"
"Tsk!" Daphne sneered at Draco's name. "That manchild? Don't disgrace me like that, Weasley."
There she is, her true self. Ron got to see her sneering, prideful, pureblood attitude. This was the real Daphne, a girl who wasn't scared to show others their place if they annoyed her. What could compel her to go this far with me?
"Then why? I mean, you're clearly not head-over-heels for me. It's written all over your face. And, even if I don't know you that well, you've always struck me as a pretty sharp and proud Slytherin. What you're doing is about as natural as a hippogriff doing ballet, and even a troll could see there's something fishy going on here," Ron asked her again.
Daphne clenched her jaw and annoyedly stared at Ron. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt, shame and annoyance building up in her emotions. "J-Just… Shut up and do it, Weasley… It's not like I have a choice."
I was right; someone's forcing her. Ron became careful.
"I'm not budging until you spill the beans. Did your dad put you up to this? Or is someone twisting your arm with some dodgy blackmail?" Ron inquired, stepping closer to her abruptly and buttoning up her shirt. "If you're desperate enough to go as far as to give yourself up to me, you should have the mind to tell me the truth too."
"We don't have a choice," Daphne responded, finally opening up. "It's all thanks to you."
"Me?"
"The Dark Lord wants you, but his focus is still on Potter. So, on whom lies the responsibility to get you? Even before the Dark Lord's escape, his Death Eaters came to our house and threatened Father. They did it with every family that has someone in Hogwarts, in Slytherin. We're supposed to lure you, Weasley—Lure you into a trap, " Daphne revealed, frustration building up, tears welling up in her blue eyes.
Her nails tightened on her skirt as she desperately looked at Ron. "J-Just do it and be done with it… Or else the Dark Lord…"
"Would he? You're a pureblood too, right?" Ron asked. "Isn't your family allied with him?"
"We're pureblood, and we're proud of it, but my family is no servant of the Dark Lord. We don't care about muggles, nor your bloody wars," she replied, or rather let out her frustration. Understandable, since she and her family got dragged in despite not wanting to.
Ron fell silent for a moment and pondered over the situation. So she's supposed to seduce me and lure me into a trap?
"So… let's say we come to an agreement without me having to do 'that' to you… What happens next? You're going to lure me into your home for an ambush, eh?" Ron asked her, rubbing his chin that had begun to grow a beard.
"Yes." Ashamed, Daphne looked down at Ron's feet. She just confessed to plotting his murder. "I don't know how else I could have lured you… I'm sorry, Weasly. I had no—"
"That's bloody awesome, Daphne!"
"..."
"What?" She stared at him in bewilderment.
Ron was excited and stepped closer to Daphne, his hands reaching her shoulders and holding her tight. "I'm willing to come to your home as long as I get to choose the day. You can tell your family that you've succeeded in seducing me, and you'll bring me home on Easter Holidays."
Daphne had no clue what to say to that abrupt offer. He's willing to fall into a trap? Why?
Meanwhile, Ron had all the more reasons to be happy. With this, I can deal with a few Death Eaters before they attack the Department of Mysteries. Ugh, I need to start training more.
"So, what do you think?" He asked her again.
What's wrong with him? Daphne stared at his face dumbfoundedly, into his eyes, and just lost herself there. For no clear reason, her heart raced. The closeness of his body and face suddenly felt different. It's suicide!
"Why?"
"I have my reasons," Ron answered.
"Are you serious?"
"Blimey, just say it. Yes or no?" Ron barked.
Daphne finally sipped in a long breath and nodded firmly. "I-I'll do that… I hope you're not lying."
Ron left her shoulders and stepped away, shrugging. He headed towards the empty classroom's door to leave. "Don't worry. I love Death Eaters more than anyone—great target practice."
"..."
"Oh, fix your skirt before you leave. You're showing a little too much today." Ron waved his hand without looking and vanished outside into the hallway.
Left alone, Daphne continued to stare at the door. That day, she had made up her mind to give her chastity to Ron as long as she could win him over. It was a big deal for her, having been brought up in a conservative house that valued purity.
"He's crazy." She groaned in defeat. "Absolutely crazy."
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Woosh!
"And there goes Harry Potter after the golden snitch!"
The broomes zoomed past the high spectator seats on the towers, and the crowd of Hogwarts students cheered for their teams. The match was between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and clearly, Gryffindor was winning, with Harry leading the game.
Ron, sitting at the topmost seat at the back in the spectator tower, smirked as he noticed Harry toying with Cho in the game, both being seekers.
"So you're telling me Harry decided to act unaware of her cheating? But why?" Hermione asked, seated beside Ron in the stands. It being the middle of January, they had put a blanket on their laps, something Ron made sure to take advantage of.
He smirked, feeling quite the cheeky git as he reached between her legs. Lucky for him, she'd skipped the jeans today—brilliant choice, really—and gone for a long, fluttery skirt. With a quick tug under the blanket, he bunched it up near her belly, giving him plenty of access to her smooth, warm skin.
"Ron… No-oh!" Hermione giggled in weak resistance. Surrounded by other Gryffindors, her face turned red.
"Shh…" Ron replied, spreading her legs with his palm and claiming the silken touch of her panties-covered heated core. He thanked his luck for being able to get that last-row corner seat, which meant there was nobody on the other side of Hermione. "Harry wants to deal with the mess on his own. It's better we don't talk about it either."
"Mmmhmm~" Hermione pressed her lips together, trying not to moan. It felt too darn hot being so shameless in public.
But the next moment, her face turned to Ron, and her big eyes glared at him, her brows creased together. She tried to clench her legs shut, but Ron was faster and had already slid under the waistband of her silky panties.
He slid his palm on her pelvis, diving down as he curved two fingers. Still a bit worried that she would be angry if he went too far, his fingers didn't pry her gates open. Instead, he cherished her lower lips, massaging her little kernel with the tip of his finger, causing her to dribble for more.
Hermione's knees buckled, her hand instinctively clenching, holding Ron's thigh to keep herself from moaning.
Ron, sensing how heated she was, whispered into her delicate ear, "Can't wait to find you alone." Teasing her earlobe with his hot breath, he added, "I miss your warmth around me."
Hoyaaaaaaay~~! The crowd roared in a frenzy.
Unbeknownst to them, Hermione also let out a sultry, panting, whispering cheer of her own, drowned out by the loud celebration. Her breathy, lewd moan, escaped as her lips trembled.
Ron's finger kept exploring the junction of her thighs, bruising up and down the moist portal of her loins. Every time he felt her pussy twitch, he would come back to the same spot, knowing he had found one of her sensitive spots. "I can't wait to hear you moan my name."
Like that, they continued to watch the match at the same time, smiling as if all was well, both waving the Gryffindor signboard with their free hands, covering their heated expressions.
"Can Harry Potter make it? Can he take the golde—He has! He did it once again! One hundred and Fifty points to Gryffindor! Yet another victory…"
The crowd went wild. Ron stroked Hermione's sweet button of love, harder and faster, round and round, with his slick, wet finger. Pinching it between his middle and index finger, gently tugging and letting it snap back from the soaking nectar of her core.
Hermione's belly knotted up, her body twitching uncontrollably as her pussy throbbed. Her face was blushing red with love and lust for Ron, and finally, her last ounce of control broke, letting her honey-sweet juices flow. Her panties now ruined under her skirt.
Seeing her finally let out a long breath, Ron removed his hand. He stared at her dreamy, almost watery eyes and softly licked his two fingers that made her come.
"Umm… Taste like fresh roses," he confidently smirked.
"Y-You brute." Hermione pouted and punched his shoulder gently before standing up to blend with the crowd. Though her knees were weak after that heavenly shameless release, she held Ron's shoulder for support and cheered for Harry.
Ron held her by the waist, and she held his arm. "So, when am I going to be on the receiving end?"
"Soon." Hermione chirped, smiling as she knew what he wanted. "Focus on OWLs first."
"Tsk… Don't spoil the mood."
"If…" Hermione didn't stop just there. "If you get A and above in all subjects I'll… I'll let you do it."
"..." Ron felt a little speechless and excited for a moment, but soon he cursed. "Ah, that's like asking me to duel Professor Dumbledore and win. You know I'm going to fail in divination."
"Fine, in all subjects but divination—but you need to get one outstanding at least." Hermione changed her demand quickly. It wasn't just something she was giving Ron. It was also something she wanted.
"Hmm…" Ron rubbed his chin. "I've gotten much better in Charms. I think I can manage."
"Overconfident, are we?"
"Hah, facts, Hermione… just facts." Ron chuckled and softly poked her waist to make her yelp. "I can't wait."
"Me neither," she responded and tried to leave quickly to hide her embarrassed face. "I need to go clean up."
"I'll go see Harry and find you in the common room." Ron let her leave and looked at the field where the quidditch team was heading towards the changing rooms.
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