บท 11: Chapter 11 - Basking In Fame III
Fame and Glory amidst all the chaos. Ron could only describe his life in those words, and somewhere deep in his heart, he feared that these amazing days would be over in a snap, or worse, they would turn out to be just a dream. So, deep down, he hoped to live to the fullest with what he had now.
Confident, proud, goofy, and friendly as always. Ron Weasley soon headed back home on the Hogwarts Express as the school year came to an end. But many more surprises awaited him, one right at his home.
"Welcome home!"
As soon as Ron stepped into his home, he found everything decorated with minimal decorations, a big homemade cake in the middle on a dining table, and the best part, his two eldest brothers, Charlie and Bill were also there.
Ron looked beside him and noticed his other siblings also jumping over inside and welcoming him as if they hadn't been on the train with him before. But no matter what, he loved it.
Shyly, he thanked everyone and walked in to see the cake. Molly had made his doodle face on it, with the words 'Pride Of Weasley' under it. This made him feel even more embarrassed, and thank his luck that there was nobody else to—
"Sorry, I'm late. Did you cut the cake?"
Ron's shoulder instantly fell as he recognized the feminine voice. She had nagged him so much over the years that it was impossible to forget Hermione's tone.
He looked behind, and there she was, wearing a white shirt and tight jeans, with simple sneakers. But her parents were also there, looking slightly similar to Hermione. However, Mrs. Granger really shared the most resemblance with her daughter.
"What about Harry?" He asked.
Hermione sighed, and walked over to him. "Sorry, I tried. But his uncle was too brutish and didn't allow Harry to come."
"Those bloodsuckers will steal every joy of his life," Ron barked.
Bam!
Molly smacked his head. "Don't say such things. You're too young for that."
"But old enough to battle the Dark Lord, I guess," Ron instantly talked back, something he usually never did in the past. "What about Percy? Why isn't it here? Did he get in trouble for licking around Barty Crouch?"
"You almost sound excited there," Fred Weasley laughingly pointed out. "Sadly, no."
Molly sighed and stormed through the chattering family and pulled them all to the cake. "Stop everything and cut the cake now, Ron. The candle is about to die out."
Embarrassingly, Ron did as they asked and blew on the candle. With that, claps rang, a little hooting from the boys, and then some hugs from family. Arthur and Molly were scared, as well as utterly proud of what he had done.
"You did well, Ron. Well, I've already said that plenty of times." Hermione tried to hug him at first, but stepped back shyly and only messed up his head of red hair. "Write me letters when you have time. I reckon you'll be quite busy with the chatter that's going on."
Ron had no damn clue. He was a man who lived in the moment. "What chatters?"
"Oh, you'll know soon." Hermione charmingly smiled.
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The money came like Merlin's blessing. Not as a prize, but as numerous interviews that Ron gave to any magazine or newspaper that came his way. He now understood what Hermione had meant, and he wasn't complaining. After all, who doesn't like money?
So, from morning till evening, for most of the days during the first two weeks of his summer break, he went from place to place to take pictures, give interviews, or even visit some parties where the good folks of the wizarding world gathered.
As for the money he earned, it was enough to do all the repairs the Burrow needed and add some to the vault as well. It felt wrong to hoard it since it was his family in the end, and he was never really that hungry for gold.
Woosh!
Like any other day, he finished his work and reached home using the Floo network. It was the middle of the day, so everyone was doing their own thing in their rooms while Molly was out buying groceries.
"Ugh, I'm starving." He groaned and headed straight to the kitchen. "Those cheapskates. I thought it'd be a rich magazine again… didn't even offer me food."
Knock! Knock!
"Hmm?" While rummaging through the kitchen counters, he heard a knock on the main door and walked over to look. "Who is i—Lavender?!"
Ron almost stumbled back on his feet at the unexpected sight of this blonde-haired girl. And what shocked him the most was what she was wearing. A tight, slim-fit leather coat that went right till her knees, tightly tied around her curvy waist.
"Ron…" Lavender murmured his name like a puppy squeaking. "Please… Ron."
Why is she here? I didn't even finish in her. Ron panicked and looked left and right to ensure nobody saw him. Ugh, Mum could be arriving anytime soon.
"Get in, quick!" Ron grabbed teary-eyed Lavender's hand and quickly dragged her all the way to the fifth floor, where only his room rested—a little one with the attic above that had the family ghoul living in.
Bam!
He slammed the door shut as soon as he entered his room, and put on various locks on it. Only then did he take a sigh of relief and look back at Lavender, standing alone in the middle and staring at everything there with wide, excited eyes.
"Blimey, Lavender. What's gotten into you?" Ron grunted and went to sit on his bed. "What is it? Why did you come here?"
"Ron." Lavender again turned emotional and walked closer to him, but keeping a three-foot distance. Her curly hair was untied, and the leather coat on her body was so tightly wrapped that her figure was as traceable as if she wore nothing; heavy mounds, wide hips, curvy waist, and meaty legs.
I don't like this. What if she screams to call my brothers? Rita Skeeter will spare no effort to paint me a sexual fiend.
"Ron, please take me," Lavender finally mustered enough courage to say it out loud. "I don't care! I don't care about anything anymore. Please, I just want to be yours, Ron… Just accept me. I know, I won't complain. I don't care if you don't call me your girlfriend… I won't call you my boyfriend either."
Bloody hell! Is she mental?
"W-What do you mean, Lavender?"
"I mean." Lavender looked down and moved her hands, smoothly untying the tight coat around her waist. Instantly, the front of it spread apart, revealing what was inside—there was nothing. Not a single piece of clothing, not even the undergarments. Her milky, full breasts were at full display, as was her clean-shaven womanhood. "This, Ron!"
"W-What… Do…" Ron felt afraid, wondering if this was her scheme, and jumped back on his bed. "Go home, Lavender."
"Please, Ron! I don't care what you do anymore. Anything, just do something." Lavender teared up like a maniac. "I'll take it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass! I'll do whatever you want, Ron… You can do whatever you want… Just make me yours, I beg you!"
With that proclamation, Lavender threw her coat over her shoulder and got fully naked, revealing all her beautiful curves, her pristine wild skin, and the fullness of her assets.
Ron gulped and forced himself to look at her face only. "You don't want this, Lavender. You're just… infatuated, because of what I did recently."
"No! I want you to fuck me!" Lavender shouted suddenly. "Can't you see, Ron? I came prepared for everything! I'm yours… Everything of me is yours!"
Fuck! She's getting too loud. Ron panicked and jumped at her to slam his palm on her mouth. Is she serious? I don't remember giving her a love potion. I'd never do something like that.
He looked at Lavender's face, her blue eyes closely, and only noticed the crazed desire. Then, he looked down, and realized she was already wet, rubbing her thighs together.
Can I throw her out?
"Ron, come downstairs, dear! I brought some pastries!"
"Fuck!" Ron cursed as Molly's voice echoed from downstairs. "Lavender… Are you sure?"
He let her speak.
"You don't need to ask me, Won Won," Lavender replied dreamily and jumped to wrap her arms around his neck, shoving her body to press against his. "I'm yours to use and yours to misuse."
Utterly speechless, Ron helplessly looked out of the window. The quickest way to send her back was the Floo network, but Molly had returned. And if he threw her out, he had no doubt she'd return.
Merlin, help me.
"Fine." Ron relented and made Lavender lie down on the bed. After that, he picked out a few shirts from his cupboard and tied her hands and feet. "If you can endure this challenge, I will give you what you want."
"Ummm…"
Ron shoved a clean, dry sock in her mouth and tied it with a spare piece of cloth. "Stay still here, silent. Do that, and I will do you when I come back."
"Hmmm…" There was only excitement in Lavender's gaze.
This crazy girl. Did my luck finally run out? He wondered and glanced at her entirely naked body. Her quick breaths were making the full, heavy mounds heave, while the pinkness of her virgin slit looked utterly inviting. She's still pretty, though. But why so crazy about me?
"See you later." At last, he threw a thin blanket on her and left the room, locking it thoroughly from the outside.
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