Ron's shoulders relaxed as he heard that. He stared at his good friend and sighed. Then, he started to chuckle and sat down again. "Makes sense, I guess. She's always been obsessed with you."
"Ron, I won't ever hurt her."
"Are you two serious?" Ron asked back.
Harry nodded. "She's nice. I like her personality."
"As long as you treat her right, I don't mind. It's better she dates you than Dean. That git's only interested in getting into her pants," he barked, frustration clear in his tone, though every curse seemed to sting him more than anyone else. "Anyway, congratulations. It's gonna be a pretty interesting summer this time. I'll tease the life out of her. But if you ever hurt her..."
Harry hummed in silence, already feeling bad for his girlfriend more than himself.
"What's going on with you?" Harry asked him, feeling this was the right time. "You've been too silent these days. And you've been avoiding Hermione."
Ron sighed and combed his long hair with his fingers. "I don't think the thing between me and her will work out, Harry. I don't know how to tell her now… I don't want to break her heart."
"Have you two done it?" Harry asked. He'd always known his red-headed best friend had been pretty adventurous lately.
"No! Bloody hell… I'm grateful she never let me."
"Well, then what changed? Honestly, I reckon you two balance each other out rather well. Her seriousness and your playful nature—it's quite the mix, really," Harry said.
Ugh. How do I tell him?
"Alright, try to imagine without saying anything. You sow the seed, what do you get?" Ron quizzed.
"Crops? Food? Fruit?"
"Yes!" Ron exclaimed. "I got the fruit."
Harry still looked puzzled. He looked down, then at Ron's face. His eyes under the glasses shifted left and right, trying to unravel that quiz. Minutes passed, and once Harry repeated those metaphors while considering Ron's past adventures, it all clicked.
"Merlin! With whom?!"
"That I can't tell," Ron sighed and sank back onto the grass, a frown creasing his forehead. "I'm in a right mess, Harry. I haven't got a clue how to tell Hermione without hurting her."
Harry sighed the same and sank back like Ron. He wanted to help his friend but even he couldn't come up with a solution. In a true sense, Ron was fucked.
"And it's two fruits from two trees," Ron revealed.
"Bloody hell!" Harry hardly ever swore, but this was one of those times. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I can't decide if I should feel sorry for you, be impressed, or just plain mad. But you've definitely got a tale for the grandkids, that's for sure."
"Come on, Harry. Be serious," Ron groaned.
Harry chuckled. "Exactly! I've heard the stories but I don't think even Sirius was such a horndog. What do you plan on doing?"
"Take responsibility, of course. I've already told my parents." Ron revealed and rubbed his face tiredly. "Fuck! It was so humiliating."
"But not when you were doing it?"
Ron chuckled and shook his head. "You know what's even more mad? It was really fun. I loved every bit of it, and I'm not sorry for a second. The unexpected mess, though? Yeah, that's a bit of a bother. But I've made my peace with it. Now, all I want is to come clean to Hermione, ace my OWLs, and land a decent job once we're out of Hogwarts."
Harry snickered but understood that reasoning. What could Ron even do now other than silently accepting it?
"Good luck,"
"Yeah, I'll need a lot of it," Ron said and got up. "Let's go back. Time for lunch."
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Before he knew it, June arrived.
Ron had grown dark circles under his eyes by that time, and still, he had no clue how to tell Hermione the truth. But by that time, he became more focused on training his magic and studying for OWLs.
Standing alone on the rooftop after an intense, actual study session, Ron took deep breaths to calm himself down. It had become a subconscious nature at that point to stay away from anyone other than Harry. He had noticed Hermione's annoyance with their growing distance, but he believed it was for the best. The more she disliked him the better.
"It seems you can use some Butterbeer."
Recognizing that voice, Ron turned around. "Tonks?"
The metamorphmagus witch had appeared out of nowhere. Her hair was red at that time, long till her shoulders. Her dress was rather modest, the usual Auror attire. In her hand was a bottle of Butterbeer.
"Then give me one," he replied.
Tonks smirked and stopped in front of him. So close that any man would be tempted to look down at her noticeable cleavage. Her breasts were definitely altered, he could feel it.
"Drinking in school is prohibited," Tonks replied and downed the entire bottle. She threw it aside and pushed closer to Ron until her mounds pressed into his lower chest. She looked up at him teasingly. "But I guess this isn't against the rules."
Ron frowned as he suddenly felt Tonk's hand on his groin. He wasn't even hard, but she seemed keen on making him hard as she gripped his flaccid size.
"No thanks." Ron pushed her back slightly and swatted her hand away from his loins. "I don't need any more trouble."
"Like banging Bones and becoming a father?"
"..."
"Hehe." Tonks laughed at his twitching, wide frozen eyes. "She's a lonely woman. She couldn't tell her niece and I was the closest she could trust."
Ron gulped in silence.
"So? How was it? Did you enjoy it? I never thought she'd go for a bloke! Always thought she was more into women. Guess I had that one all wrong." Tonks nudged him with her elbow as if teasing. "Don't worry, it's all safe with me."
Is she talking about the secret or the sex?
"I… It wasn't romantic or anything. It was freezing cold in the forest, and, well, it just sort of happened in the heat of the moment," he explained, looking a bit flustered.
Tonks chuckled and softly caressed his face near the jawline. "You're the weirdest boy I've ever seen. A Weasley that rebels—You should've been in Slytherin."
Ron scoffed. "Not even in my dreams."
All of a sudden, Tonks again pushed her breasts on him and grinned. "Wanna do it?"
"I-I don't want any more mistakes."
"It's safe with me," she replied and unbuttoned one more button that hid her mounds. Her pale flesh slowly became more visible, more enticing. "Go ahead."
Ron narrowed his gaze at her and shook his head. "You're drunk, and it feels like an offer made in pity."
Pat!
Tonks smacked on his head and stepped back. "Now you ruined the mood. Don't take me wrong, but I have needs too."
"..."
How many Butterbeers did she drink? Did she break up or something?
"Now." Tonks abruptly opened one more button from her coat. Then she scooped one hand in and pulled out both of her breasts, large in size with tight, button-sized pink nipples. "Suck it!"
"What?!"
"Suck them, Ron! I need this!"
She's mental.
"No, I'm good." Ron waved his hands in defeat and started walking away. "Let's talk again when you're sober."
Tonks frowned and quickly deflated her mounds to a smaller size, then easily buttoned herself up. Her face remained contorted, however.
Thud!
Tonks kicked the floor and shouted at Ron's back. "All you boys are the same! Spineless jolts!"
Sounds like a breakup to me. Ron pitied her, but he seriously didn't want to stick it in her. Not just because of his self-vow, but also because she was drunk. She'll be back apologizing tomorrow.
Silently, he walked down the stairs of the terrace and headed to the Great Hall for lunch. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were the only occasions when he couldn't avoid Hermione, so it took all the self-control in him to enter the place.
However, that day, just at the large gate of the Great Hall, he noticed Draco Malfoy. The blonde-haired boy sneakily stared into the Great Hall, his head turned towards the Gryffindor table.
"Draco," Ron fumed as he marched up to him. As Draco spun around, Ron seized his collar, his face flushed with anger. "Lost your way, have you? Sneaking about like a proper snake now?"
"Hah."
Just then, Ron and Draco both looked to the side. It was Daphne passing by, entering the hall. She giggled at their faces.
"I saw nothing, lovebirds."
"..."
Ron looked back at Draco, his pale face too close to his own because of his hold on the collar.
"..."
Draco sneered. "Let go, Weasley."
"Spying on Harry?" Ron relaxed his grip and let Draco go. "Finally joining the Dark Lord?"
"No, I'm watching Potter to find my Mother," Draco sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain. "And you lot, so high and mighty with your so-called Order of whatever—resorting to such petty tactics as kidnapping? Tell me, Weasley, where is my Mother?"
"Oh…"
Ron remembered just then. Narcissa likely didn't have the time to clarify anything to Draco.
Should I tell him that I screwed his mum? Ron pondered.
The very next moment he shook his face.
What if that pushes him closer to Voldemort? We can't have another Death Eater.
Not pushing Draco to join the Death Eaters was the least he could do for the amazing night Narcissa spent with him, he thought.
"I haven't got a clue, Malfoy." Ron shrugged and walked into the hall with a sense of victory and a smile on his face.
At that moment, he suddenly lost all anger over Draco. It felt like he had no enemies anymore. A deep, hearty moment of tranquility. A sense of utter pride swept through him.
Aye, I've already won. I shagged Draco's mum.
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