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Ron reappeared somewhere in Diagon Alley. Changing into the appropriate and pre-decided disguise, he walked into the narrow pathway of Knockturn Alley. The place was less crowded than usual, but still, he received plenty of calling voices that he just ignored.
Broad shoulders and strong framed, thankfully nobody dared to bother him on his way. Eventually, he entered a side street behind one of the shops and entered the backdoor of the building.
"The word?!"
Ron paused, feeling a wand's tip on his neck. "Ugh, seriously Sirius? I love cute rainbow ponies—happy?"
The wand was removed and he finally looked to his side. Sirius Black was standing there, smirking at him. Behind him a few more figures from the Order and the Ministry.
"No Death Eater would say those words," Sirius claimed.
Ron shrugged and took out a small pouch loaded with an expansion charm. "Here's the money. I hope the plan's been going smoothly."
"More than smooth, Ron!" Sirius said with a grin, draping an arm around Ron's shoulders and guiding him further into the building. "Your plan was brilliant. The Dark Lord needs elixirs and rare ingredients the most right now. By clearing out the market and setting up a traceable supply, we've already uncovered six more Death Eaters. They're all under surveillance now, thanks to you."
Ron thanked Merlin for the plan going smoothly. It was his money being used for the entire operation, after all. Well, not his but the charity he had started. "Any clue where the Dark Lord's hiding?"
"None yet, but we'll know soon."
"Even if you find out, don't go after him," Ron replied, confusing them. "We already know he's planning to strike the Ministry soon. We've got a pretty good idea of where he'll be, so we can sort out a plan to overwhelm him so thoroughly that he won't stand a chance of getting away. By figuring out their numbers, we can put together a strategy."
Sirius instantly agreed with his plan. It being his nature to be more willing to take risks. "Wasn't that the plan to begin with? The prophecy is the lure."
"Correct." Ron glanced over at Kingsley still in the room. "I really hope nobody goes and mucks up the trap."
"The Ministry is moving according to the plan," Kingsley responded quickly. "The matters at the Ministry are already taken care of. The prophecy orb has been replaced with the trap."
Sirius scoffed. "I hope it's not a half-assed job this time. Like my bloody trial."
Kingsley remained silent about that. Nobody could deny the injustice done to Sirius at that point.
"Then I should leave," Ron said, having other matters to deal with. "I hope we can track them all by the time the attack happens."
"We will," Sirius assured.
Too optimistic for his own good, he thought, not noticing that he was now the same way because of his own confidence in his luck. Ron sighed and left through the same door he entered. However, instead of returning home, he walked around Knockturn Alley and eventually ended up in a back-alley small shop that sold magical artifacts.
"Is it done?" He demanded as soon as he entered, his face covered under a hood. "It's been months."
"I've made it as you wished, my Lord… hehe!" The hunched-backed shop owner replied from his counter table, revealing an ugly smile. "It wasn't easy to get the muggle grenade but I have many friends. I can be of great use, my Lord."
He probably thinks I serve Voldemort.
"Bring it to me."
Soon enough, Ron inspected a small, ball-like contraption. It was just like what Hermione had shown him in a muggle book. But this one also had a small, cylindrical cavity in the middle, the opening was on its bottom side while the upper side had the safety pin.
The shop owner happily explained it. "You can fill the desired vial from below, my Lord."
This will come in handy. Ron was satisfied.
Being able to use dangerous potions as projectiles in a crowd of Death Eaters was a great idea. In this case, the explosion could also kill or injure the enemies. This'll be great for solo fights.
"How many did you make?"
"A whole crate of a hundred as you asked, my Lord."
"Good, bring it all to me." Ron took out the gold in the meantime. "And remember, if I find this in another's hand. I'll know where to look."
Thud!
"Hehe… Of course, of course."
Tossing the money to him, Ron silently left with the whole crate. This time he made his way directly to the Burrow.
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It smells so good. Ron frowned as soon as he walked into the living room of his home. His head turned to the kitchen and there he saw a scene he reckoned was worthy of being painted. Narcissa Malfoy and Daphne Greengrass cooking, with aprons on.
"You didn't tell me Mrs. Malfoy was here too!"
Ron chuckled and walked into the kitchen area, ignoring Daphne's displeasure. "But you don't seem bothered by it."
"Because I know her," Daphne turned back to the stove. "And I'm not mad. It's good to have someone to talk to."
Narcissa chuckled at that. "I agree."
Ugh, it's too hard not to look. Ron tried his best but his gaze kept returning to the backs of the two. Although their dresses were long and covered all the way to their ankles, they were tight around the hips. Narcissa's wide, ripe curves, and Daphne's young, bubble-like shape.
Despite having done the deed with Daphne, he felt more bolstered to tease Narcissa. The Malfoy woman felt less riskier than Daphne. But he kept his hands to himself, not wanting to father any more children.
I only want to come clean to Hermione. Nothing else… I don't want anything else.
"Dinner's ready." Narcissa cooed and lifted the pot before bringing it to the table. She matched her gaze with Ron's, having been months since they last met and that 'table' incident. "I couldn't find any cloth to drape on the table today."
Ugh, she's still angry. Ron sighed.
"What did you cook?"
"Stew," Narcissa replied and took a seat opposite of Ron. Meanwhile, Daphne sat to the right of them both. They poured the food into bowls soon, and bread was there too.
I can sense some tension in the air. Ron silently ate his meal. It wasn't that tasty and lacked salt. But he chose to just swallow it and be done with it.
As soon as his bowl was empty, he stood up.
"See you in the morning, ladies."
"Good night," Daphne waved while eating. "I'm going to sleep in Mrs. Malfoy's room. So don't look for me at night."
"..."
When did she get so easygoing and confident? Ron shook his head and left.
Climbing all the stairs to the top, Ron entered his personal room. The only bed outside of Hogwarts that could help him get some comfort. Thankfully, his riches had helped renovate much of the Burrow and make the room more spacious.
Changing his clothes, taking a bath, and hiding his newly acquired weapons, he finally laid down in the bed. But this time he chose to pick one of his 5th year books and give it a quick read. He still wanted to score well, after all. That was the deal with Hermione.
Who made this damn subject? Who cares about history? Ron struggled with one of his most hated subjects.
Knock Knock!
What is it now? He frowned, taking one look at the clock. Almost midnight, he noticed. "What happened?"
"It's me."
Narcissa?
"You can come in."
When the door opened, Ron couldn't look away.
Narcissa entered, wearing a sultry, silky, gorgeously charming night dress. A short one that had thin shoulder straps, and only went to her thighs. Her hair was left draping loosely over her small shoulders, her lipstick as red as roses. The way the silk glided over her curves almost made him gulp.
Ron felt his heart skip a beat. "W-What do you need, Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Nothing," Narcissa replied and stepped inside while carrying a folded newspaper in her hand. She closed the door and locked it. "But I came to give."
"What?"
Narcissa gulped a little and responded. "As we spoke that time… T-top, bottom, front and… back."
Ron awkwardly cleared his throat, feeling the heat creeping over his own face.
He averted his gaze. "I… I changed my mind, Mrs. Malfoy. It's wrong to take advantage of your situation."
Some disappointment flashed through Narcissa's face. She walked in closer to him, approached the bed, and sat down with her back against the headboard. Both her smooth pale legs folded to her side.
Ron caught an enchanting view of her naked thighs, now more visible. His loins started to react, eager to take a better look at what was under the teasing hem of her silky night dress.
"I asked you to help me find a safehouse back then, and you kept your end of the bargain. Now I need to keep mine." Narcissa eased closer to him until their hips were touching.
Her red-painted nails crawled up his legs as she leaned in, caressing his thigh. Ron could feel the heat gathering up in his loins, knotting up his belly, as his manhood started to twitch.
He had thought about it before, hundreds of times; Heck, almost every time he caught a glimpse of her plump ass in that swaying, mesmerizing walk of hers. He just never thought she would offer herself up this way.
"M-Mrs Malfoy… You really don't need to do this. Y-You might get pregnant if we do this," he said it; his greatest fear at the moment. "You should go back. Daphne might realize you're gone."
"Hah… Pregnant?" Narcissa chuckled in a self-deprecating tone and looked away from Ron at the wall beyond the end of the bed. "I wish, Ron. Lucius and I have tried plenty of times over the years but could never conceive."
What? Ron frowned and noticed a hint of sadness on her face. Did she want one?
"But still… Is this really what you want?" He asked.
"Heh! Tell me, Ron. How did you get so strong?"
"I just stopped doubting myself and the… fear vanished on its own," he replied without thinking much. It was just his confidence speaking. "And you didn't answer my question."
"Ron, what do you plan on doing after the war? You're a legend at this point, almost no different from Dumbledore." Narcissa picked up the newspaper she had brought and placed it on Ron's chest. "Look for yourself."
What the fuck?! Ron noticed his massive portrait plastered on the front page with the headline. Hunter Becomes Hunted! Ron Weasley Duels Ten Death Eaters And Wins!
"You are the bogeyman of the Dark Wizards."
"But… I'm just a Hogwarts student." Ron frowned and noticed the discussion had shifted from sex. He thanked his luck and slumped a little into the bed. "And this paints a larger bullseye on me."
Finally, he fully relaxed down on the pillow. But the effects turned out to be the opposite of what he expected.
Narcissa leaned sideways, almost over his head, and combed her delicate fingers into his hair. She massaged his scalp and fiddled with the strands playfully. Ron found it really relaxing and smiled.
"Don't you hate me?" He asked with genuine intent. "I took all your wealth."
Narcissa leaned down even closer, her face slowly hovering closer over his face. Her subtle smile was somewhat sensual and charming, as if she was happy that he was still a tad bit naive, a boyish charm that made her feel nostalgic.
Ron, on the other hand, was hyper-aware of her soft breast, already pressing against his shoulder with nothing but her silky night dress covering them.
"I have enough money to last a lifetime and live a decent life. I still have my home." Her words broke suddenly and she lowered her face teasingly close to his lips. The scent of her fantastic perfumes was a pure delight, her hot breath prickling his skin. "As long as you can forgive me and Draco for the crimes of my husband."
Ron sighed and reached for her hand that rested on his chest. He held it and clenched warmly.
"In that case. To answer your question; After this war, I really want to increase the wizard population."
Narcissa frowned and pulled her face back in shock.
"Y-You mean to have a lot of children?"
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