Capítulo 82: Chapter 82 - Legend of the Weasley Family [THE END Part 1] IV
Oh, he felt her butt wiggle on his lap so clearly. He hugged her back tighter in response. He knew she had a lot of things she wanted to ask but was saving it for later. He wanted to ask them too, so he kept calm.
"Ron," Fleur suddenly whispered into his ear, her lips grazing him softly. "Do not worry, you can look at her. Ze girl will not bite."
Ron felt his heart race. He knew she was talking about Hermione. He could feel Hermione's burning gaze ever since Fleur had appeared. He just tried not to look in that direction.
"Guess, to surprise who I found stuck inside the Veil…" Ron continued with his story. "Sirius freaking Black! Forty-five of them…!"
Ron told the entire ordeal from the beginning to the end. The fact that the Veil was connected to multiple dimensions of their world. And that all those thrown into the Veil end up in the same place. It was an unbelievable story, but considering they were all wizards and witches, it wasn't impossible.
"Then, I found myself back outside, on that stone floor. I rushed to the Minister's office only to find out that seven years had passed." Ron squeezed Fleur's frame against his chest. "Seven long years."
The blonde quarter-Veela felt his emotions and caressed his hair. Though it was unknown if her little movements were aimed at making Hermione jealous. "Don't worry, Ron. I showed Anne your portrait every single day. Eet is wonderful zat you look ze same—wonderful for both me and Anne."
That last part had a little more pitch than the rest.
Ugh, stop teasing Hermione. Ron felt even more guilty.
"By the way, what was my O.W.L score? I never found out," Ron asked them out of nowhere. "I'd like to take the N.E.W.Ts quickly and start working."
"You had an almost perfect score, Ron," Harry delightedly revealed. "Six 'O's and three 'E'"
Ron scratched his head. He expected four 'O's at best. "Six? What are the subjects?"
"DADA, Charms, Astronomy, Transfiguration, Potions, and Care of Magical Creatures. Even I was shocked," Harry answered. "I got a D in History of Magic. How did you manage to get an E?"
Care of Magical Creatures I can understand since it's Hagrid. But Astronomy? Ah, is it because Professor Sinistra and I… Makes sense. But the O.W.Ls are evaluated outside the school.
It was confusing, but who was he to deny that?
"Congratulations, Ron," Hermione voiced from the side. However, her eyes were only fixed on Fleur. "Joining the Ministry will be easy for you."
"I reckon, I can become an Auror. I'll clear the N.E.W.Ts as soon as possible."
"That's great, I'll forward it to the Minister. He'll be excited to have you." Hermione got up after saying that. "It's getting late, and I still have some work left. I'll take my leave then."
You're hurt. Ron noticed the monotone sound in her voice.
"We should head out too." Neville stood up.
At last, Harry and Ginny got up. However, before they left, Ginny winked back at Fleur. "Have a good night."
"Oh, I'm planning to." Fleur giggled and jumped off Ron's lap as soon as everyone was gone. She ran over to the door and slammed it shut, locking it. "Oooh my~"
The moment she turned around, she found Ron already lying down on the bed, all his clothes magically removed with a swing of his wand. His magnificent, infamous tool was rock hard and saluting straight towards the ceiling.
Fleur giggled a little, feeling excited as she had waited for so long. She unzipped her tight jeans and wiggled her hips as she pulled off her panties along with it. Her slender belly curved as she pulled off her top, giving Ron a lustful view of her mature yet well-maintained set of shimmering flesh. Every part of her unblemished body exuded the charm of a mature Veela.
"Oh how I've missed you, Ron…" She whispered seductively, crawling on top of him on the bed.
"I hope you missed this...Too–oh!" Lowering her damp pussy on his cock, she gasped as her lower lips swallowed his stiff member whole.
"Ummmmh~" Fleur moaned and leaned forward, landing her palms on his bare chest. Her eyes were filled with arousal and nothing else. But the lips were curved in mischief. "I saw ze looks she waz giving you today."
Ron felt worried and gently raised his arms, reaching her face and softly caressing her cheeks. Her smooth, silken skin sent tickles down his body. "Fleur, I will never betray you."
"Hm." Fleur kissed both his hands and rode half a dozen times on his length, keeping him rock hard and also maintaining her heated arousal. "Ron, what am I going to be to you?"
Ron palmed her soft, dangling breasts and they couldn't be contained anymore. They had grown to a lovely size. But his eyes never left her face. "My wife."
"And 'ow many do you plan on keeping, hm?"
"Only you, Fleur. You will be my one and only wife."
"Ah!" Fleur fucked herself on him at that, and sat straight. She rode him like a wave, gently rising and falling, feeling every inch of his skin. "Zen, I will be your only wife... forever?"
"Ye–ah." It had been so long that Ron felt on the edge of spilling already. "Only."
Fleur lovingly smiled and completely leaned down to kiss his lips, squeezing her amazing breasts on his chest. "Zen, I don't mind if it's Hermione… But only Hermione."
"What? Why?" Ron asked her back. Why would any sane woman willingly do that? "Fleur, you don't have to push yourself. I made things clear to H—"
"Shhhh… You won't understand. If it ez not you, she'll spend her entire life abstaining from every man. I saw it in her eyes, and she still wants you, so badly. I'll allow you, but only her."
Ron felt his lips going dry, and his heartstrings tugging. He looked at Fleur and just hugged her waist, pulling her down on himself to go deeper into her warmth. He loved this woman, and it was no longer a doubt but a fact.
Hermione was a mistake, he thought. But that mistake was clearly unresolved. He had ruined Hermione's romantic life before it began.
"Fleur, swear in the name of Anne. Swear that you're not forcing yourself to say all that."
"Ron, I swear to you, alright? I'm a woman, and I know how she feels. I took you from her, Ron, by hiding ze truth of my pregnancy. You never wanted me… things, zey just happened. But please, Ron, take care of 'Ermione, as you will take care of me, of Maman, and of Gabrielle."
"Bullocks!" Ron suddenly turned their bodies and pinned her underneath himself. He drove in hard and strong, giving her what she always loved so much—A good fucking. "Who said I didn't want you? You're the most desirable witch out there. I thought… I'm not worthy."
"Aaah… No-oh, love… You're more than worthy… I can feel it inside me."
"Heh." Ron chuckled and suckled her tits. "I love you, Fleur Delacour."
"No, no… It ez Fleur Weasley—Aaaaah yes!" Fleur took full pleasure in what she yearned for so long. "Ron Weasley's only wife!"
"Yeah."
Ron gave it to her that whole night. He wanted to, and he wanted to continue doing that for the rest of his life.
Thank you, Fleur. You are the best, unexpected thing to ever happen to me.
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[The Legend Returns! From The Jaws Of Death! - Exclusive report by Rita Skeeter. Ronald Bilius Weasley, one of the greatest wizards of our time, presumed dead in battle against Voldemort, has returned…]
Ron put down the newspaper. "It came out better than expected. She's great at over-sensationalizing things."
He sat in the waiting area at the Minister for Magic's office. A total of three days had passed since he returned from 'the dead'. The first night and the next day were spent in his bedroom with Fleur. On the third day, he finally saw Anne, now Seven.
Due to her Veela heritage, the little girl struggled to socialize and had to spend most of her time at the Delacour estate in France. Now, Ron decided to be the cool, fun dad to her. Thankfully, she recognized him from the portraits and called him 'Dad.'
Hearing that magical word made him feel incredible. An overblown sense of protectiveness grew out of nowhere. His hatred for every creature carrying a cock that would come close to his daughter in the future grew rampant.
But he wanted to have the means to protect what he loved. So, he arrived at the Ministry to become an Auror.
"Mr. Weasley, you may go in."
Ron got up and entered Shacklebolt's office. Much calmer this time, he took a seat in front of the man. "Thank you for meeting me so soon, Minister."
Shacklebolt chuckled and waved his hand. "The entire Wizarding Britain thanks you, Mr. Weasley. You jumped into that Veil, knowing it would lead to death. That remains a fact."
"But now I'm back, and I'm jobless. Missed the last two years of school too." Ron got straight to the point. "Minister, I want to be an Auror, help fight against whatever dark forces come next. I know I don't have the right qualifications, but I've just applied for special N.E.W.T.s before coming here."
"Haha, qualifications?" Shacklebolt laughed loudly. "Mr. Weasley, if you're not qualified, then nobody is. Being an Auror is not just about perfect scores. Practical experience, one's wit, and one's courage are what matters. You lack none of them."
"That means I can join?" Ron asked.
"You can start tomorrow if you want. N.E.W.T.s don't matter, it's your wish to take them or ignore them."
That went easier than expected. I even prepared a whole pitch.
"Then I'll start tomorrow morning." Ron stood up and extended his arm. "Thank you for having me."
"You're the one helping me, Mr. Weasley. After Moody's passing, things haven't been smooth. We need battle-hardened, experienced wizards. I hope you can change things for good." Shacklebolt shook his hand.
"I'll try." Ron decided to leave. "By the way, where is Hermione's office?"
"Level two."
"Thanks." Ron finally left. Normally, that wasn't how one spoke or acted with the Minister. Amelia had truly spoiled him in that regard. But, he didn't care and quickly got into the elevator.
Ting!
He walked out and arrived at a much calmer corridor. He passed by many doors, each with the name of the position and the occupant. He recognized some names even, a few he studied at Hogwarts with.
"There it is." Finally, he found Hermione's door—Junior Undersecretary, it said. "She's climbing fast."
Knock! Knock!
"Enter."
Ron turned the knob and walked inside. Tall and muscular, his frame cast a shadow in the softly lit room. The place looked like a mess with how many stacks of papers and files were there. Even the visitor's chair was filled with papers.
"Ron?"
Ah, she looks amazing in work clothes. Ron appreciated her black pencil skirt, white shirt, and black blazer. Her black stockings and the heels matched the aesthetics of a serious Ministry officer.
Ron closed the door behind and waved at her warmly. "Guess who just became an Auror."
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