Ron gulped, knowing very well what may happen next. There was that different look on Padma's black eyes, and his own crotch had taken over his brain.
"Let's go."
She giggled and pulled him along out of the crowd and to the exit. They rushed to avoid any eyes noticing them.
She's… She has a great body. Ron realized when he noticed her hasty figure in front of him. The way her shapely tight hips swayed in that long skirt-like dress, he didn't know the name of.
"Shh…!" She lowered her head a little and dragged him over to some stagecoaches. Sadly, most of them seemed occupied, so they went all the way back and eventually found one freezing in the cold. "Quick, get in!"
Ron felt his heart rising to his mouth, his lips going dry. But he followed her inside and shut the door. They sat side by side, knees turned towards each other as their eyes locked.
Then, it happened.
"That was the best night of my life, " she muttered, staring into his eyes. "But the night isn't over yet—ummmm…"
She leaned forward, one hand gracefully caressing his shoulder and going to the back of his red hair. Then, her face inched closer, and her lips finally embraced his, soft as a feather.
Ron's eyes widened. He still didn't know how he got this far, but he didn't reject it. He awkwardly fumbled and didn't know where to place his hands, but then something hot came over his loins. It was that primal craving and yearning he always held back on his own.
He placed one of his hands behind her head, sinking into her raven locks, and pulled her deeper into the kiss. His confidence grew as he felt her accepting his tongue in her mouth, kissing him deeply and passionately. They exchanged saliva like there was no tomorrow, tongues twisting and coiling around each other.
After a few innocent fondles here and there, Ron placed his other hand slightly above her hip and felt spellbound as he touched the hint of her skin under her saree top. His fingers moved and tickled her waist, teasing her skin.
Her dark hair framed her beautiful face and cascaded down to her caramel-like collarbone and dark valley; her breasts beautifully formed as her saree top covered them, lusciously pressing against his chest. At this moment, she was truly irresistible, and Ron could feel his erection grow harder.
Without her rejecting his naughty touch and his newfound self-assurance, his fingers braved their way down toward her thigh and found her soft flesh. He gently kneaded and stroked, unintentionally pulling up her skirt. Once it was fully bunched up to the base of her legs, he could feel her smooth skin in his palm, and his fingers sunk into its cushion-like softness.
At the same time, Padma's hands weren't idle.
Both her hands inched up his knees, brushing against the cloth of his pants. For some reason, it tickled him inside, and his shaft twitched. Her one hand hooked two fingers on his belt, forcing him to come closer, while the other found its way to his crotch, gently touching the bulge in his pants.
With heated breaths, they looked into each other's eyes, knowing what they truly wanted that evening. Ron could see the flames of yearning in her eyes. Her nimble hands clearly told him this wasn't her first time.
Ron didn't care that this might be his first time. All he wanted was to take it all the way. Taking the look in her eyes as a sign, he fumbled with his belt and quickly pulled his pants down to his knees, followed by his underwear.
He didn't know how his size was compared to other guys, and he never really wanted to ask, but the way Padma looked at his straining member, he felt that he wasn't so bad.
Maybe I should ask her later…?
Seeing how excited Ron was, Padma giggled as she pulled her own pure white panties down her legs and threw them down to the seat on the other side of the carriage. Shifting to the side, she pulled Ron to sit in the middle, then, with her leg gracefully parted over his legs, she sat on his lap.
Padma's shapely ass swayed as Ron's hard poker started to brush against her moist entrance.
Breathing heavily, Ron excitedly pulled up the top part of her saree, which was basically a single piece of cloth. Then his hands trailed to her back and unclasped her white bra. Her breasts came out with a slight jiggle, enticing Ron to feast on them as she pleasured her little kernel of bliss on his straining, hard phallus.
Her wet lower lips started to salivate as her hushed moans entered Ron's ears. It aroused him even more as he fondled both her tanned breasts, mauling one of her dark nipples. He licked, bit, and teased, causing her to stroke him with her hips wiggling around wildly.
"Oh… Ron," She moaned into his ear.
Feeling that her juices had already coated his straining erection, he asked with a strained voice, "Can I…?"
"Umhh… Of course," she answered with a bronze glow on her cheeks.
With her arms around his neck, she pulled up a bit as Ron aimed his swollen knob right between her damp petals. Then, with a gentle push of his hips, his head parted her wet entrance, causing her to moan a bit louder.
Without warning, she lowered herself, allowing Ron's hard little buddy to enter deeper and deeper. His molten member parted her walls to make way, tantalizing her insides with every little bump and groove.
"Gh!" Ron grunted a bit, feeling a sensation he had never felt before. He was trying to break through a surface that couldn't be pierced, gasping for breath, drowning inside her.
Oh Merlin, this feels amazing! Ron couldn't believe his first time would feel like this, as if his cock had a mind of its own, taking control of his body, wanting to go deeper, wanting to devour her from the inside out. Her moist need squeezed him inside, tight and warm.
Padma gently moved her waist, stroking him in circles and jolting on her knees. Every time she eased off and shoved him back in, Ron could feel a tsunami of bliss crashing down on his rigid source of heat.
"Ohh oh… Ron, yess…You're… so… ah!" Padma moaned and suddenly moved faster, practically jumping up and down on her knees. The carriage rocked and swayed, following their heated exchange.
Ron couldn't help himself, his cock searching for those final fireworks of glory, forcing his pelvis to thrust up, soaring into her even more. He moaned and groaned, tasting ecstasy.
But suddenly—
Bam!
Ron stopped thrusting and covered Padma's mouth with his hand.
They both heard someone outside, and his heart almost sank to the bottom. He was already seeing the expulsion letter reaching home.
He leaned back, trying to sink into the seat cushions and hide, feeling terrified.
Padma quickly got off him and leaned over to a side window. She pushed the thin curtain to peek out a bit, also worried about being found out.
"...you are scared!"
"I have nothing to be scared of, Igor. Can you say the same?"
Igor and Snape? What are they doing? Ron wondered and heard muffled footsteps fading away soon.
Are they gone?
He waited a little and looked down, only to see a marvelous sight.
Padma was kneeling on the seat, looking outside with her hands on the window. Her ass was in the air, a good few inches from his face. With her skirt still bunched up around her midsection, he could see the drooling petals between her squishy thighs. It looked like a charming hazel fay flower, alluring and inviting; scented with sex.
It made him rock hard all over again, and he leaned forward to gently place his hands on her ass cheek and waist.
"Ah!" Padma gasped at his touch. She felt his cold, excited hands on her bare, chestnut skin.
Ron leaned over, with one foot on the floor of the carriage and the other kneeling on the seat.
"Oh Ron…" She seductively giggled as she felt his straining hard knob kiss her twitching vulva.
"I don't think we should stop now," Ron whispered.
Suddenly with a heavy shove of his cock, he entered her from behind. His hands steadied her body by grabbing her waist, pulling her back into him. Not wanting to end it so soon, Padma complied, letting him fuck her from behind.
Padma's glistening copper breast swayed a little as her hands supported herself on the window, pushing her body back a bit to allow him full entry.
Enjoying their risky deed, he arched into her as she writhed in torment. His burgeoning erection went deep, striking her deepest wall. Reaching that point felt amazing to him, so his hips moved even faster and frantic.
With his agonizing groans and her muffled moans, their bodies melded with nothing between their colliding flesh. Padma's slobbering slit clenched around him tightly, sending waves of pleasure up his spine, forcing him to feel her erotic, silky walls.
Ron felt like he was coming close to a release. He didn't want to come first since he heard somewhere that that wasn't a good thing.
But she feels too good! Agh! Ron couldn't care much about that now and thrust in even harder and faster. His loins wanted that last bit of bliss so badly that he didn't want to slow down.
"Ah, oh, oh… Too deep, Ron… Fuck! Yesss…"
With his hard pounding, Padma clenched deep inside. Her body was seized by a rush of sensation so intense it felt like her muscles locked up. She cried out with unabashed abandon and released the floodgates, bursting juices around his cock.
Feeling the hot fluids on his member, Ron also started to convulse into a chain of spasms. He knew that feeling, inching close to an explosion. However, deep down, he really didn't want to pull out now. He didn't want the heavenly feeling to end. It was way better than his own hand.
Soaring over the edge, he shook violently and spilled his seeds in her dark, fully flooded haven. In the end, his cock twitched, sending out every last bit of his rushing ejaculation.
Finally, he felt exhausted, and his cock started to relax. He eased back, pulling his soiled cock out of her while out of breath.
Padma panted as her hands finally slipped down to the seat, and her body curled there motionlessly for a while, trying to steady herself.
Both of them rest a little before wearing their clothes again, trying to look as normal as possible.
"Now…" Padma shifted closer to the door, her hand on the handle. "Now, my night is perfect."
Ron blushed and tried to hold her. "I liked it t—"
"Bye!"
Embarrassed, ashamed, and tired, Padma quickly jumped out and ran away. He noticed a few wet stains at the back of her long skirt near her hips, and the realization hit him that he just lost his virginity.
Lost in thoughts and a little fear of her getting pregnant, he dragged his feet through the lines of creaking stagecoaches back to the Great Hall, where the music was still loud. Not many were dancing anymore.
"Ron… Ron!" Harry approached him with hurried steps, throwing his arm around his best friend's shoulder. "You were crazy today. But thank you. I really enjoyed the night."
Ron looked at his friend's smiling face and sighed the next moment, shaking his head. "Me too, mate… me too—I'm famished now."
Harry grinned and pulled Ron to a corner, "So, how was it?"
Likewise, Ron grinned with all his teeth. The taste of the forbidden fruit was just such.
"Heavenly… Just… heavenly." Ron dreamily replied. But not for long, as he turned stiff and grabbed Harry by his shoulder. "Harry! I heard Igor and Snape talking secretly out there. They seem connected somehow—Igor tried to threaten Snape."
Harry tensed up immediately. "And? Did you hear anything else?"
"No, they left soon after."
Harry sighed and relaxed in his chair. "Great. I don't know the clue for the next task, and now this. How am I to even compete?"
Ron, still utterly optimistic and confident, pulled Harry up and dragged him along. "Hehe, I guess I'll need to cheer you up."
"With what?"
"With a girlfriend, of course. It was the best feeling in the world, Harry. It makes you feel so relaxed that you have to find a partner."
Harry shook his head and stopped. "Stop joking, Ron. I got enough on my plate."
"Cho?" Ron muttered, realizing something. "You still want her?"
Harry blushed and looked down.
Ron sighed, seeing his friend hopelessly in love. But Harry was his best friend, after all.
Cho Chang? She has a boyfriend already. Perhaps if they break up one day, I can do something for Harry.
The idea was noble, but Ron had no idea how perfectly his stars were aligned. What could go right was going to go right. He was the living, breathing reverse Merphy's Law.
Of course, he had no idea. But a certain professor was indeed furious about the missing experimental potion, which had cost him a lifetime's fortune.
Now the question was, how potent was Ronald Bilius Weasley's luck?
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