Madame Apolline Delacour was furious and wanted answers as well as accountability. Fleur was like a princess of the family, and her maidenhood was a cherished sanctum that couldn't be given to just anybody.
She was in her seventh year and would soon be ready for marriage. The Delacour family was already carefully looking through all the prospective young men out there, or the offers, who were good enough for Fleur.
Of course, Fleur had no idea about it. She wasn't supposed to. Only the finest of young men could ever be her match. But now, it was all ruined. Fleur didn't only have sex with someone but also allowed him to finish inside.
She walked towards the Gryffindor common room in her high-heeled shoes, making loud noises. Her long, graceful, silvery-blonde hair was tied in a mature bun behind her head with a flat top hat above, while her modest, silky dress of royal blue with delicate embroidery fluttered with her swaying, ripe, full figure.
Her deep blue eyes seethed red, while her pale ivory skin bloomed crimson as well. It wasn't a small matter in her eyes, after all. She didn't even know much about the boy beyond what happened the previous evening.
"Pardon me, could you please call out Monsieur Weasley from your Common Room?" She arrived at the entrance of the Gryffindor Common Room and asked someone who was entering in a very heavy French accent but prim and proper English.
The boy, Neville, found himself frozen at the sight of the woman. For no apparent reason, he felt utterly flustered by her. "W-What? Weasley? Which one? We got three of them."
"Ze one from last night's incident."
"Ron? Oh, I-I will… call him." Neville stayed standing there for a few more seconds before reluctantly moving.
A few minutes passed by after that, and finally, the door opened again. Ron came out in his regular black pants, a checkered red shirt, and a deep red sweater on it. He looked to the left and noticed Madame Apolline.
"You!" Apolline exploded as soon as she saw him and charged at him. Of course, still with the grace of a half-Veela. Quickly, she gripped Ron's arm, pulled him away to a more secluded spot, and tried to push him against the wall. But Ron was taller and heavier than her, so he didn't budge.
In reality, Ron was simply lost in mysterious arousal. His eyes, after taking her beautiful mature face in, stared at her large bust. It was all covered, but still, the hefty, big size and shape had his throat going dry.
"Monsieur Weasley! 'Ow could you be so careless? Do you 'ave any idea what you 'ave done? You must take responsibility now, or else I will 'ave a talk with your 'eadmaster," Apolline said ferociously, pointing her finger at his face.
Although in Ron's head, all her words seemed so melodic and erotic. The way she looked at him, her lips moving, her dainty thin fingers, and her enchanting voice. But the moment she said 'responsibility', he felt some of his senses returning.
"W-What do you mean, Mrs. Delacour? What responsibility? It was casual, and Fleur started it. I even warned her, and she let me."
"How dare you?!" Apolline's eyes widened at Ron's brash words. "You 'ave no manners! You wait 'ere, I will have a word with your 'eadmaster. You will either take responsibility or be punished for such… such deviancy!"
Ron frowned and tried to stop her. He chased after her and grabbed her arm, but the instant he touched the soft skin of her wrist, his erection stood in salute. He lost all the confidence in confronting her and forgot what he wanted to say.
Apolline flicked her arm away from his hold and left. She wasn't a little girl and knew her beauty and blood affected men of all ages around her.
"Just wait."
Only after Apolline vanished from his sight did Ron find his senses returning. He remembered where he was and what just happened. In an instant, his party mood from the celebrations in the common room was ruined.
Mum is going to kill me.
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[Ronald Bilius Weasley! The Unlikely Hero of Hogwarts! Vanquisher Of the Dark Lord!]
In a twist of fate that reads like something straight out of a novel, Ronald Bilius Weasley, an enigmatic figure shrouded in mysteries, has emerged as the unsung hero of Hogwarts, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent.
This young wizard, often overshadowed by more prominent figures, has astounded us all with feats of bravery that are nothing short of miraculous in the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament.
But dear readers, it was during the climactic Third Task that young Weasley's heroism shone brightest, a beacon in the dark plot orchestrated by none other than the nefarious Lord Voldemort, in his diabolical scheme to return to power.
Daring and dauntless, Ronald Weasley displayed astonishing courage, saving the life of the Beauxbatons' beauty, Fleur Delacour, from the clutches of a bewitched Viktor Krum. But that's not all!
In a breathtaking display of valor, he then rescued Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts' own golden boy, from the treacherous hands of Peter Pettigrew, a man whose betrayal knows no bounds.
But wait, there's more! In a thrilling climax, Weasley played a pivotal role in thwarting the dark ritual intended to restore the Dark Lord to his full, monstrous power, thereby saving the 'Boy Who Lived', Harry Potter, from certain doom.
Taking heroism to new heights, Ronald Weasley bravely apprehended the reincarnated form of Voldemort and the despicable Peter Pettigrew.
In a world where the likes of Gilderoy Lockhart bask in unearned glory, is it not time for a true hero to be recognized? Shouldn't Ronald Weasley be awarded the Order of Merlin for his valor?
But this saga raises more questions than it answers. How did the Ministry miss the signs of such a dark conspiracy? With Pettigrew captured, what becomes of the alleged murderer, Sirius Black? And in the wake of these revelations, does Cornelius Fudge have any option but to resign?
Only time will tell how these winds of change will affect the wizarding world. But one thing is certain—Ronald Bilius Weasley is a name that will be remembered.
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The Burrow,
Thud!
"W-What?!" Molly Weasley lost her balance and fell on the floor beside the kitchen counter. In her hand was the latest edition of the Daily Prophet, and not even in her wildest dreams had she expected to see her youngest son's face taking almost half of the front page with those sorts of headlines.
"Molly! Molly, did you see it?!" Arthur came running in from the front door right then. "I just returned from the Ministry. They're all talking about i—"
"Arthur, is this real?" Molly showed the newspaper.
"Yes, it is… It most certainly is."
Then, there was just silence. Confused, shocked, and worried silence.
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The entire British wizarding community saw that. The entire Hogwarts saw that. The headline, the article, and the image couldn't have been bigger. Even for those who were present during the incident, it felt like a reminder of how big of an event it was.
The Dark Lord was in the custody of the Ministry under the strictest eyes of Dumbledore himself. Peter Pettigrew was already on trial with Sirius Black in the presence.
Ron had never expected he'd one day be as famous as the great Harry Potter. But there was no denying he was loving this attention. Especially from the girls.
This is bullocks! What did I do to be this lucky? Just one potion couldn't have done it. It's impossible.
"Ehm, Monsieur Weasley."
"Ah…" Ron noticed the older Delacour lady standing near the Gryffindor Common Room again. Since the events of the Tri-Wizard Tournament happened just two nights ago, classes had yet to start.
And since Harry was taken by Dumbledore to the Ministry for some reason, he chose to head to the Great Hall for lunch alone. But now it was all ruined.
"I… I'm so sorry, Mrs. Delacoure, but I really can't—"
"Follow me, Monsieur Weasley. I 'ave somezing to speak weez you," Apolline said in an authoritative voice and started walking away already.
She's… Even hotter than Fleur. Half-Veela, after all. Ron gulped at the sight of her swaying, large, wide hips in the tight, expensive cream-colored dress with golden embroidery. It was a single piece, going from her neck to her shins, perfectly fitted around her mature curves, revealing skin as little as possible. Even her legs were covered with white stockings, and her arms had silky white evening gloves.
Like a bee chasing nectar, he followed the older woman all the way without realizing where he was going. Before he knew it, she opened a door and entered, closing it after he followed her in.
"W-Where is this?" Ron realized he had never been there before.
"My and my husband's room, Monsieur Weasley," Apolline replied and took off her hat, then untied her hair that was made into a modest bun.
In an instant, when the fine, silver-blonde hair got loose, it fell around her sides and back, reaching all the way to her waist. Her mature looks, pristine skin, deep blue eyes, and those juicy lips with red lipstick revealed a newfound beauty all of a sudden.
Ron looked around and noticed the newspaper on the table. The room was also quite massive, with a full set of couches and coffee tables, a dining table with chairs, and a king-sized bed near the window at one end, all of it decorated with red curtains and scentful flowers.
"W-Where is Fleur?" He asked.
Apolline glared at Ron, but then walked to the couch and sat down before picking up the paper. "You 'ave ze courage to say zat after what you 'ave done. She wept ze whole night to me for ze 'potion'. But young man, I am not 'appy about zis. If my husband was to know of zis, 'e would 'ave made it a diplomatic matter."
Ron breathed deeply, "I… Mrs. Delac—"
"But zis changes things." Apolline showed the newspaper's front page. "Ronald Weasley is no more an ordinary boy. He is a hero of the Wizarding Britain," Apolline said with a hint of pride. "You should be 'appy that you got to be with Fleur, something so many 'ave desired. You must 'ave 'ad the best night of your life on that bed."
Ron almost choked on his saliva. "Actually, we did it in the forest."
Apolline felt speechless. "What do you mean?"
Ron gulped, but felt like being truthful in front of her charm. "We… She came to me when I was training and… things happened. We did it against the tree, and ... against a..."
"Why would my Fleur allow a man to take her first time against a tree!? Zat is so savage and not at all like her. 'Ow did you manage zis? When?"
I-Is she really asking me to explain how I fucked her daughter?
Staring at Apolline's lovely face, he started feeling hot. But what made it uncontrollable were her heavy mounds hidden under the dress, and that curvy waist above the hips resting on the couch, while he remained standing. He tried his best, but his erection grew in his pants.
"I… As I said, I was training when she came and helped me. It was early in the evening, so it was almost dark. I first kissed her lips gently and then sucked them, before we teased each other's mouths with our tongues. Then… then she went down on her knees and su… sucked me, before beckoning against a tree and letting me take her… raw. She… She said she wanted me to take it as… a gift for her savior.
"S-So… I pushed in slowly at first until she felt the pain go away, and then harder, deeper, while kissing her neck and licking her skin. But after she came, I … I made her lean forward on a fallen tree and did her from behind until I… Mrs. Delacour, I… I asked her, and she said it's fine… So I finished inside her… T-That's it."
Ron explained nervously, stuttering but detailed. By the time he finished, his hardness was even more apparent than anything else. Like a flagpole had risen inside his pants, the hill was formidable. But there was still silence, as Apolline's gaze remained fixated on Ron's loins, her eyes narrow and lips pressed harshly.
"Monsieur Weasley, I must tell you, zat sounds quite savage and not at all proper, almost animalistic, I dare say," Apolline remarked with a slight sneer, sitting upright on the couch. "Ze first time is meant to be romantic, beautiful, and memorable. Just like with my beloved husband. Oh, I still remember zat night, we were so young.
"So much kissing, and ze way he tenderly laid me down on ze bed, undressed me, and kissed me all over, down zere, on my breasts, and on my lips." Apolline crossed her legs tightly, a subtle red blush tinting her cheeks. "He used his fingers to ready me, and zen so slowly, so gently, he took my maidenhood… his lips were always on mine, and it felt like we shared ze pain. Ah, so romantic. I long for zose days of his sweet caresses."
"..."
Ron had no words. S-She's really describing her first time to me?
Seeing she was still rubbing her legs together, and her hands were clenched tight, Ron tried to apologize. "I feel bad, Mrs. Delacour. Fleur is a very beautiful girl, and… I…"
"I cannot believe she allowed you to do zat to her. You 'ave no technique, no romance," said Apolline, dismissing Ron's words with a wave of her hand. She abruptly stood up, striding over to him with a challenging air. "Tell me, Monsieur Weasley, 'ow big are you?"
Ron looked down at his erection, where the wise beauty was staring. "This? I-I think it's big enough, Mrs. Delacour."
"Show me."
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