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A way out literally meant a way out for Ron. The very next day, he took Harry's help to leave the school. He used the same portkey that Moody had given him. Once he was out of the school, he sent Harry back with the Portkey.
Of course, Moody had not given him a Portkey straight into the Ministry. Instead, it was somewhere around London. But it was also where Ron wanted to be, as his destination was Knockturn Alley. He needed some supplies to prepare himself for the next day's battle.
He had brought his large coat with him and used a hood to hide his face. Then, looking as sketchy as anyone else, he traversed the Knockturn Alley. Potions, small magical exploding devices, and much more. The goal was to go all out this time.
Poison, acid, explosions, and potions to ignore pain for a while. Everything was available in Knockturn Alley.
But Ron tried to be as quick as possible and move without getting anyone's attention. He moved to an old muggle house after his shopping, a safehouse he had prepared for himself. Inside, he fitted all the potion flasks, the exploding devices, and other things inside his coat.
With his large size, he felt comfortable using physical and magical means to battle, so he tried to maintain his body as well. He started taking potions to enhance his physical abilities already, aiming to load them up slowly until he felt truly strong.
My good luck, take the wheel.
Eventually, night approached once again. He started to feel slightly nervous, but it was a luxury he couldn't afford. He left the safehouse and flew on a broom to the countryside. It was a large isolated mansion that had recently been purchased by a certain French family.
Knock! Knock!
Ron knocked on the main door.
Clack!
"Ah, Monsieur Weasley!"
Ron smiled and greeted the elegant woman inside. It was Apolline Delacour. "Good evening, Mrs. Delcaour."
The older woman throatily chuckled and welcomed him inside. "Ah, do not stand out in ze cold, Monsieur Weasley. Come in, you 'ave arrived just on time for dinner?"
Ron thanked her and walked inside. It was a very lavish mansion. Then he looked at the woman, dressed in a loose gown made for comfort, but tight around her full, curvy waist and bust.
No more.
"Where is Fleur?"
"Hehe, so impatient? But do not worry, she is nursing ze little bébé. Until zen, you will have to keep me company at ze dining table." Apolline said, her half-vela allure was too much to handle. But Ron's sheer willpower was off the charts that night.
"Of course." Ron took off his unarmed coat and hung it on the hanger. He followed the busty woman into the large dining hall and sat beside her at the table, starting with a quick tea. "Has Fleur thought of a name?"
"It ez for you two to decide."
I did promise to help her with the name.
"Ron?!"
Right then, Fleur's sweet Veela voice came from the side. Ron stood up quickly and saw the tall, slender Fleur having turned a little plump around her hips and breasts. Her white cottage dress was charming, and the little baby girl was also in her arms.
He smiled warmly at the sight. Seeing Fleur with her hair tied in that mature bun made him feel like a father returning home after a long day out working.
"Ayaaaa!" The baby girl cried.
Ron walked over quickly and extended his arms. Small and cute, he felt an innate desire to protect this tiny life. He received the baby from Fleur and carefully held her near his chest, hugging her.
I guess it's not wrong. I would definitely kill anyone for you.
"Have you thought of a name?" He asked.
"Anne!" Fleur replied.
Ron smiled and nodded strongly. "How about Anne Delacour-Weasley?"
Fleur's eyes widened at that small, seemingly insignificant suggestion. It meant a lot more, after all.
"Let's eat first." Apolline interrupted them.
Ron agreed and took his seat again. But that night, instead of eating much, he just played with his daughter. Her tiny hands refused to lose the grip on his finger. Her sparkling eyes seemingly held his entire world.
I wish Edgar was here too. He felt like a failure towards Amelia and their son. I should do something about it later.
As time passed, dinner came to an end. There were house elves working at the mansion already, so the plates vanished right away.
But Ron got up, looking at Fleur. "Let's sit somewhere more comfortable."
"My room has a couch," Fleur suggested.
"Wait, why don't you give Anne to me? You two must 'ave so much to talk about." Apolline suggested all of a sudden.
Ron looked down at the baby and shook his head. "No, I d—"
"Merci, Maman." With a delicate move, Fleur took Anne and placed her in Apolline's arms. Then, with a swift motion, she took Ron's arm, her voice tinged with command. "Viens, Ron, let us go."
A few moments later, Ron entered the spacious room with a canopied king-sized bed and a large couch. He took a seat on it and watched Fleur move around.
Clack!
Fleur locked the door with its latch and turned back to Ron. With her dragging walk, she approached Ron on the couch.
"So Monsieur Weasly," Fleur circled the couch, standing very close to Ron, right in front of him.
What's she doing?
At first, Ron thought she wanted to sit right next to him, but to his surprise, she made herself comfortable on his lap, knees spread wide around his sides. She placed an arm around his nape, while the other hand pinched his chin to make him look up at her straight in the eyes. "You look az if you had a bad day? Care to share?"
Ron still couldn't shake off some of the guilt he felt after seeing Hermione's expressions. Even if they weren't in a relationship, he did still consider her a good friend. It was frustrating how everything could have been different.
However, he wasn't about to push Fleur away, placing one hand around her soft waist, the other on her skirt-covered thigh.
"It's–It's okay. I'm just tired, too much to do, too little time… Too many people to think about," he muttered.
"Zen, maybe I can help you relax. Make you feel refreshed." Fleur's face came closer and closer, the clear sparkle in her eyes very visible to him.
His brows knitted together. "Refreshed?" He asked stiffly. "I… don't think it's the time for that."
She shrugged. "There ez never any time, mon amie. Unless you make time. Right?"
She leaned closer and slid her arms up over his shoulders.
But he grabbed her wrists and held them firmly, a bit too firmly. In reaction, she still smiled at the hint of him restraining himself. Sometimes she wondered how such a man could be so naive; all he had to do was say yes. Well, he was a Weasley, after all.
"Are you telling me you don't like this?" She wiggled her ass on his lap, her finger pointed at the noticeable hill in his brown pants, her gaze never leaving his face. Her cheeks blushed a shade of pink, her eyes clearly saying she wanted him.
Ron looked down at his crotch and growled softly. Of course, I do! I'm a man!
He resisted the urge to move his hand from her waist to her plump, soft bottom.
But the words that came out of his mouth were a little flustered, filled with a sense of seriousness and concern. "I don't… I don't know. We just can't… I can't."
Fleur's glossy pink lips curved into a mischievous smile. She untied her messy hair bun and let it loose. "Then, let me zo it… all you need to do ez relax."
Fleur's lips pushed against his own with a sudden jolt, biting his lower lips as she gazed squarely into his eyes. She continued to deepen the kiss, her tongue invading his mouth wildly. His lips were frozen stiff for a moment but melted completely under her warmth.
Ron's hand moved on their own. They left her waist to tangle in her hair, pressing against the back of her head, holding her there. His other hand was still stroking her thigh, subconsciously pulling her skirt up bit by bit.
She felt his lips were surprisingly soft today; his tongue traced the fullest part of her mouth, and she found herself twisting her fingers in his hair and opening her mouth up to him. He tasted bitter and sweet at the same time. The slender digits of her other hand danced over his shirt-covered abdomen, looking for the hem of his shirt to dive in, making him imagine wicked, lustful things.
He explored her mouth eagerly, hungrily, with deep velvety strokes that made her forget to breathe. Her waist twisted towards him as she leaned in even more on his chest, her breasts squeezing softly.
Ron's mouth began to work its way over her jaw and down her neck, his kisses becoming licks and bites that made her gasp and clutch at him. "Oh Ron," she whispered in thirst.
Ron responded with a humm, one hand toying with the zipper on her back.
"Ron. My lover, please..."
As Ron pulled her zipper all the way down her back, Fleur let the top part of her dress slide down her shoulders. Ron wasn't surprised that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her perfectly nectar-filled breasts didn't need much to hold up. Her hardened nipples clearly waiting for his touch for a long time.
"I have been waiting for zis." She kissed him all over, muttering whispers between kisses, licks, and bites on his neck. "Please… Please…"
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