Amelia pursed her lips, trying not to feel annoyed as she saw his playful smile. It was easy enough for her, as his throbbing hardness was still teasing her insides. She couldn't help but circle her arms around his neck, holding him closer to avoid his eyes.
Ron wasn't done yet, his cock still throbbing with his need for release, but his knees were already complaining.
So he stood up and lifted Amelia's body with him as he changed position. Her arms clung to him, while her naked legs locked around Ron above the waist, his cock pressed inside her.
Ron carried Amelia to the nearest wall and pushed her against it, planting his feet firmly so he could continue thrusting into her pussy. His face buried in her neck as his hips slowly moved once again, spearing deep.
Amelia could feel the cold wallpaper on her sweat-streaked back. His digits were digging into her tender thigh as his lips claimed hers. Her nails left marks on his shoulders as she gripped tightly with every deep thrust of his cock, aided by gravity. Her pussy throbbed and twitched, urging him faster, begging him to make her come again.
"Ugh… Am-Amelia… I…" He muttered when her walls tightened around him, feeling the last barrier finally cracking.
Amelia hugged him closer, taking a deep look into his eyes. She gave him a nod and went back to kissing him. Her body trembled once more, taking in the ecstasy his cock gave her. Her belly knotted up, feeling the uncontrollable, shuddering contractions. She came with a long, wordless moan.
Just as Amelia reached her second climax, Ron too reached that blinding light at the end of the wondrous cave.
With a masculine grunt of satisfaction, he bucked within her. He felt his hot seed spill into her, flooding her insides with a fresh coat of his virile cream. Painting her walls until she truly felt the viscous warmth moving inside of her folds.
She simply cherished the warmth by hugging him and letting her flesh quiver around him. They clung to each other, sticking together as they both rode out the waves of their orgasms.
As Ron went soft, not just his cock but his whole body, Amelia kept holding him while resting her head against his shoulder. He took her head in his hands, kissed her lips more softly this time, brushed her damp bangs away from her face, and smiled at her.
Ron carried her respectfully to the couch and laid down again, keeping her body on his own in the same position. He knew his size was big, so he understood her needs.
A few moments later, wordlessly Amelia got up and left for the private bathroom in her own bedroom. As she walked, she paused and pointed at the guest bathroom, gesturing for him to use that one.
Ron nodded, grabbed his clothes and vanished into the bath.
A few minutes later, Ron returned to the large living room, dressed as he had arrived. To his amusement, he noticed Amelia already there in a fresh set of clothes, a book in her hand, and glasses on her face. As if nothing had happened just a few moments ago, despite the scent in the room.
Better not to talk about it.
So, Ron walked over to the cradle and looked at the sleeping, chubby baby. "I hope he's not too troublesome to care for."
"He sleeps well," Amelia answered without looking at him. But the freshly fucked glow on her face was yet to vanish. "A nanny wi—"
"I'll tell Mum about him," Ron said, looking determined. "She can help take care of him, better than a nanny. We can't be trusting some outsider right now, not with everything going on."
"And Fleur?" Asked Amelia.
Ron looked down at his feet in shame. "I'll… tell Mum about her too."
Clap!
Amelia suddenly shut the book and stood up. She walked closer to him and turned him to face herself. Both her hands rose up and rested on his shoulder abruptly. "Good luck."
She leaned closer and pecked on his cheek, very close to his lips. Honestly, it made his heart a little jumpy, and groin a little excited. It was truly a curse to have a high libido.
"I'll need a whole lot of it."
Amelia said nothing and returned to reading her book.
Shy and secretive type? He tried to read her face but failed. Better go to the safe house—Hell it is.
"I'll go then." He caressed Edgar's cheek once and nodded at Amelia. "Be safe."
"You too, Mr. Weasley."
Ugh, this one was from the Minister, wasn't it?
"Understood, Minister Bones."
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Ron left Bones mansion and quickly made his way to the safehouse his parents were at. He had to use a broom since using any Portkey, or Floo Network was risky. It took him hours to reach there, but it was all worth it to ensure safety.
Knock! Knock!
He knocked on the door of the secluded house. It was a large piece of pasture land that surrounded the house. The place was decently sized, enough to house them all. But thankfully, only Arthur and Molly were present at the moment.
"Ron?"
"Mum." Ron forced himself to smile and hugged her before entering the house. "Where is Dad?"
"Oh, he's inside with his nose in some Muggle book. Come in, dear, I've just put the kettle on." Molly ushered him into the house, leading him straight to the kitchen. "You have a lot of explaining to do, young man. What's all this we're hearing in the papers? Ten Death Eaters at Once? Have you completely lost your senses? You're going to give us all heart attacks with this recklessness!"
Ron wanted to tell her that he also hunted down Fenrir. But since they had no idea about the Ministry ambush plan, he kept it to himself.
"It wasn't that hard, Mum. Honestly, they were weaker than a Flobberworm," Ron boasted. There was no other way to explain it to them. "And besides, just look at me—fit as a fiddle, not a scratch on me!"
Arthur set his book aside and pulled his son into a warm hug, his face beaming with pride for his youngest boy. "Ah, Ron, just in time! You know, it's been maddeningly quiet here without a word from the Ministry. I'm itching to hear all the latest—you wouldn't believe how out of touch we've been, tucked away like this."
"Oh, let him take a breath first." Molly chimed in and made him take a seat. Soon she brought steaming hot tea and some scones. "How are you, dear? And George, Fred, and Ginny?"
"They're all fine, Mum," Ron mumbled, rubbing his hands together under the table. He'd never felt this nervous before—not even when facing a load of Death Eaters. Fighting dark wizards was one thing, but facing your mum and dad was something else entirely. "It was Daphne Greengrass who asked for my help. Her family was mixed up with You-Know-Who, trying to lure me into some sort of trap. So, I, uh, walked right in and flipped the whole thing on its head."
"Hah! Fantastic!" Arthur clapped, but he calmed down once Molly glared.
"Ron, it's wonderful that you're helping others, truly, but you mustn't take such dangerous risks. What if something happened to you, dear? I couldn't bear it." Molly pulled his hand up and grabbed it.
"That's why I came here today, to…" Ron took a deep breath. "I have something to tell you both."
Molly and Arthur looked at each other. They don't remember ever seeing Ron that serious and nervous. That, in turn, made them nervous too.
"We're all ears, dear," Molly assured him.
Sadly, those ears won't be too happy to hear this.
"So… Remember the time I helped Fleur save her sister during the second task?" He started from the easy and slow part. Also, Fleur was likely going to be more digestible to Molly. "Then I also saved her life in the final task."
"No you didn't!" Molly jumped up all of a sudden.
Ron looked down and continued to speak. "We got a little close after that whole thing and… She didn't tell me either. But a few days ago she gave birth to a girl… and I-I'm the… father."
Thud!
Even Arthur stood up, pushing the chair back and toppling it with a thud. But he stepped closer to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "Then why are you sitting here? Go bring her here… This place is the safest!"
"She'll return to France until this Dark Lord situation is over," Ron replied.
"Wait! Why are you not reprimanding him? He did something stupid! Something for which… Ugh, we can't even ground him anymore. Ron, how could you make such a blunder? A child, Ron! Do you have any idea what a tremendous responsibility that is? You're a father!" Molly fumed, her breath already panting. "Y-You…"
Ron rubbed his face and decided to just get over it. "Also, remember the time I was attacked by Mr. Malfoy and other Death Eaters?"
"When Madam Bones was taking you to the Ministry?" Arthur asked.
Ron nodded and got to his feet, looking a bit sheepish. "Yeah, we… ended up in the forest that night, and, well… things sort of happened. And, uh, she had a baby boy about a month ago."
"You're the mystery father?!" Arthur boomed in utter shock.
"Oh Merlin!" Molly just fell down to the floor.
Ron rushed to her. "Mum!"
Bam!
Molly swatted his hand away and got up on her own. "That hag! How dare she lure my son like that! That… I will go to her an—"
"You'll do no such thing!" Ron snapped, his voice suddenly sharp and colder. He loved his family, but he had also accepted Fleur, their daughter, Edgar, and to some extent Amelia as his family too. He wanted no harm to any of them.
"Look, it was mutual, alright? And I started it! Madam Bones doesn't want anyone to know about Edgar's parentage—never did. All she ever wanted was a child, and she's thankful she's got one, even if it's with me and all that messy business. It happened, yeah, and I know it was a bloody mistake, but I'm owning up to it. I came here to tell you two my biggest secret, not to get judged—so please, if you can't be part of this, then at least don't wreck it for me."
Silence fell between the three. A long, cold silence. Ron felt tugs in his heart as he knew his words were harsh. But he had to do this, knowing how forceful Molly can be at times.
"I-Is that how you will speak with your mum now?"
Ron rubbed his face tiredly. "Mum, I've killed twenty people by now. The only reason I'm not having a cozy chat with the Dementors is that I'm on the 'right side'. And I'll do it again if it means keeping you and them safe. I love you, Mum... but you didn't raise me to be a coward, did you? I messed up, I'll admit it, and I'll fix it. Madam Bones doesn't even want to reveal it, so it's just between us for now. As for Fleur, we'll figure something out. What I need from you two is your support… please."
"Do you love them?" Molly asked.
Ron sharply looked into his mother's eyes. "Love? I don't know. But I would kill for them."
"That settles it then." Molly stepped closer to Ron and patted his chest, her eyes tearing up. "No stupid business from now. Be a man and act like a man—I… It's not how I expected it, but… I'm a grandma now! Blimey…!"
"And I'm a grandpa." Arthur also came to his side and placed an arm around his shoulder.
"Thank you." Ron pursed his lips before saying the next part. "But I've got to ask you something more—an Unbreakable Vow. To keep quiet about the parentage of those kids, and my secrets too. Until… well, until You-Know-Who's dealt with. Don't get me wrong, this isn't about not trusting you—it's about keeping all of us safe."
Molly was already too shocked to be shocked more by that. She just hugged her son. "I understand, dear."
Ron looked at his father then.
Arthur beamed with pride, giving his son a hearty pat on the back. "Son, I'm proud. You not only caught the eye of the most beautiful witch but also the most powerful w—"
Bam!
"Arthur!"
Arthur received an angry smack on his chest from Molly before he could finish.
Ron chuckled at their antics and hugged his dad too, grabbing his parents in his arms. Though, somewhere deep in his heart, he knew another hell awaited him.
Hermione will kill me. Merlin's tits—save me once more. I'll really stop cursing you then.
"So, when can I meet my grandkids?" Molly asked him as soon as she stepped back.
Ron beamed with joy. "Right away. Madam Bones needs a nanny, so I suggested you, Mum."
Molly's smile vanished, however.
"Is that why you told us your secret?"
"..."
Sadly, Ron realized too late that he had dug his own grave.
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